The Holy Fountain

≈ CHAPTER 23: A REAL MAN ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

Shay, a naïve and submissive 18-y.o. novice, is greatly shocked by Drake’s tale and seeks support from his lover and roommate Ewan, but finds Glen (a boyish-looking Young Cousin) with him and gets jealous; Glen is harshly sent away, but later on he comes back, much to Shay’s surprise.

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~ Pent-up anguish ~

Shay closed the door of Drake’s room behind himself and stood still for a moment, in the silent hallway of the West Wing. He closed his eyes and his mind was flooded by the terrible images that Drake’s memories inspired him. The cruelness of the Satyrs was so great and evil that Shay could barely conceive it.

He saw again, behind his closed eyelids, a young Drake taken bodily, the many hands forcefully spread his legs, bringing him to the Stone, the ritual sculpted phallus worshipped by the Satyrs. Shay pressed his hands on his ears, trying not to hear the desperate screams of the young victim, roughly impaled on the big cold phallus, week after week, until his body couldn’t take it any longer.

In the effort of easing Drake’s pain, Shay had soldiered on, bravely listening to his gruesome tale, and did his best to share his friend’s burden of horror, but he was not strong enough to bear such an unspeakable pain. «Drake was right» – Shay thought, mortified – “I try acting as a man, but I’m nothing more than a boy, I’m too ‘innocent’, as Drake said, I’m too weak to be a real man…». In that very moment, Shay felt like the world was a horrible place: no room was left for love and compassion, if something so cruel and terrible could happen to an innocent seventeen-year-old boy like young Drake. But deep inside Shay knew that there was still love in the world, he only needed someone to remind him.

“Ewan…!” – Shay thought, opening his eyes, suddenly feeling the need to feel his lover’s warm arms around him, and to hear his soothing whispers in his ears. Shay started walking slowly, but soon he paced up, eager to come as soon as possible to their room, where Ewan, for sure, was waiting for him!

He quickly arrived to his room, took a deep breath and opened the door, ready to throw himself into Ewan’s arms; but when he stepped in, he froze. Ewan was standing in the middle of the room, wearing only his loincloth, and Young Cousin Glen was in front of him, looking with eager eyes at Ewan’s muscular torso and reverently brushing his little hands over the thick black hair covering Ewan’s chest. There was a desire in Glen’s eyes that could not be mistaken.

The turmoil that agitated Shay’s soul coalesced in a glacial coldness. Rationally, he knew that Ewan was not cheating on him, as Gaynor had so eloquently explained not long before  [1]; and yet, looking at Glen’s rapt gaze made a dull anger rise inside him.

“Shay! I’m glad you’re back!” – Ewan exclaimed with a wide smile, turning to the door. Shay didn’t reciprocate the smile and replied coldly: “I see you’re busy… Hope not to interrupt anything!”

Glen turned to Shay and shot at him an intense look, more surprised that scared; his hands instantly let go of Ewan’s pecs and fell down, to nervously link in front of his hips: “I… I’d better go” – he murmured, moving toward the door; Shay shot at him a deadly glance and replied with a more menacing tone that he intended: “Yeah, you better.”

Glen gasped and literally ran to the door; and when he was almost out Ewan called him: “Wait! Don’t go, Shay didn’t mean…”. “Sorry, Ewan, I… I really have to go!” – Glen replied from the hallway, and quickly closed the door behind him.

Now alone, Ewan shot a reproachful glance at Shay: “You know that we weren’t doing anything… inappropriate. What on Earth crossed your mind?”

Suddenly all the anguish that had piled up in Shay’s soul exploded again, and he replied in a whine: “Please… don’t be mad at me… I needed… I just needed…”

Ewan realized that Shay was in pain, and immediately threw his arms around him, holding his young lover in a soothing embrace: “What’s wrong, Shay? Is it for Glen?”

Shay didn’t reply, as explaining what he was feeling would’ve been too complicated in that moment, so he held tight on Ewan and murmured: “I need you, Ewan… Please, show me again how sweet and delicate can be a man to another man, show me how tender can be making love. Make love to me, Ewan… please…”

“You don’t have to beg me, you know.” – Ewan replied with an affectionate grin, stepping back and gently pulling off Shay’s habit – “Making love to you is something I always long for…”

 

~ Just love and nothing else ~

Ewan helped Shay lay on the bed, on his back, and then scooped some scented oil to grease Shay’s quivering hole and his own cock, making it grow to a full erection. He draped Shay’s legs over his shoulders, so to gain an easy access to his back door, and slowly penetrated him. He had to stop many times, to let Shay get accustomed to his girth, as apparently Shay was very tense and nervous, and his anal ring gripped Ewan’s cock like a vise; each time Ewan faltered and hesitated, Shay urged him to fuck him, but Ewan just smiled and replied: “You need to be loved, let me love you…”

Shay felt like he was melting under Ewan’s masculine body swaying above him; his eyes couldn’t have enough of Ewan’s handsome features, lit by the sweetness of his love; his hands couldn’t get enough of Ewan’s hairy chest and his ass couldn’t get enough of Ewan’s stiff manly tool gently moving back and forth inside him. Surges of sweet delight traveled along Shay’s spine at each confident thrust of Ewan’s hips, and he felt like his own heart could explode for the love he was feeling for his beautiful, caring, manly Ewan.

Ewan, in the effort to give to Shay an even greater pleasure, reached to his cock, and was surprised to find it totally limp. “Aren’t… Aren’t you enjoying it?” – he asked, frowning, and Shay smiled tenderly: “I can’t put in words how much I’m loving you and what you’re doing to me, my sweet Ewan. Making love goes beyond having an ejaculation…”

“Oh…! Uhm… But may I cum, if I need to?” – Ewan asked, heaving for the sexual tension, with a puzzled expression that betrayed his inability to fully understand what Shay really meant. Shay shot him an intense glance and replied: “I can’t wait to see you shiver in the throes of pleasure… I want to feel your body stiffen and twitch, I want to hear your moans of ecstasy, I want to feel your hot semen fill me to the brim, while your eyes roll back for…”

“HOLY SPRINNNGGGHHH!!” – Ewan suddenly screamed, thrown into the abyss by Shay’s sensual voice. His cock expanded in the tight confinement of Shay’s chute and started pulsing, shooting thick globs of warm seed deep inside the welcoming flesh. Shay grabbed Ewan tight, not to miss a single shudder of pleasure, a single hot breath, a single chocked moan: “You’re my man…” – Shay whispered into Ewan’s ear, and Ewan chocked a sob for the intensity of the pleasure those words caused to him.

Long after the orgasm had trailed off, Ewan finally rolled away and lay on the bed, looking at Shay with loving eyes. But the tenderness of his glance was slightly obscured by a veil of sadness. He still didn’t really catch the meaning of what Shay had said: all he knew was that Shay’s cock had remained lifeless throughout their entire love intercourse.

Shay didn’t overlook Ewan’s subtle sadness, and murmured: “I was selfish, not cumming for you like you did for me, wasn’t I? I couldn’t help it, I badly needed to feel loved, to be joined to you, even if I’m completely drained…”

“So I see… Say, how many times have you cum, while you where with Drake?” – Ewan asked, frowning, and Shay looked at him with a guilty expression: “Uh… well… three times, I think… No… uhm… four, actually. But I was so stocked, after one day and a half being mercilessly teased by all the monks! You know I was training for my Trial, and you were forbidden to make me cum, even if I asked you to! So I went to Drake, to ask him to give me relief, and thanks God I’ve arrived in time to stop him. He was about to… to burn himself alive!”

It was now Ewan’s turn to feel ashamed: “I’m sorry, it was so stupid of me feeling… feeling…”

“Jealous?” – Shay said with a loving smile – “Well, you’re not more stupid than me. Glen always makes me feel unsecure. But not even in my worst stupid nightmares I can imagine you giving to Glen what you’ve given me right now. Nor I can even think to get from others what I get from you. After listening to Drake’s tale, I badly needed you, as only you could show me how loving and tender a man can be. Poor Drake, I really feel for him. If I think to the unspeakable abuse he had to endure…”

“Yes, you mentioned that when we came to Drake’s room” – Ewan said – “but what did happen to Drake?”

Shay stood silent for a short while and then sighed: “Again, I can’t help being selfish… I shouldn’t tell you, I shouldn’t put this burden in your heart, but I need to share it with you…”

Choosing carefully the words, Shay recounted to Ewan Drake’s tale, without skipping the gore details: the potion that forced Drake in a state of constant arousal, the cruel impalement on the Stone, the countless forced ejaculation the Satyrs exacted from his abused manhood, the careless way they dumped Drake, apparently lifeless, out of the Asylum door.

Ewan was speechless and listened to Shay’s words with a sorry and sympathetic expression. “Holy Fountain…! But.. I don’t understand why Drake said it was a miracle having a blowjob from you. No, wait…!” – Ewan hastened to add, when Shay feigned an offended reaction – “I… I don’t mean you’re not good at giving head! I meant… you know…”

Shay giggled and caressed Ewan’s face: “Thank you for making me laugh, you’re just wonderful… It was a miracle indeed, as it was the first erection Drake has ever had since the Satyr’s dumped him at the Asylum.”

“Not a single hard-on in twenty years? And then he gets one with you? Shit… Now I really feel jealous!”

For a moment Shay thought that Ewan was really angry… but he soon burst in a playful laughter, and Shay followed suit: “You got me, damn you!” – Shay laughed, but his amused expression then gave way to a seductive glance, feeling Ewan’s manhood twitching against his leg: “I reckon I have the same effect on you, anyway…”

“Are you suggesting another round?” – Ewan inquired, brushing his crotch on Shay’s thigh. Shay smiled, but it was a weary smile: “I’d love to, but… maybe later on? I’m tired beyond exhaustion. It was weird enough for you making love to me while I was totally limp, but it would be much weirder if I fell asleep while you fuck me, wouldn’t it?”

“Have I ever told you that you’re irresistible?” – Ewan replied, stamping a tender kiss on Shay’s forehead – “Take some rest, I’m going to work out, down to the Springs. See you at lunch.”

 

~ A real man…? ~

When Shay woke up he felt restored, he felt a new man, full of energy and positive thoughts. He looked at the window and realized it was the sunset. «I missed lunch, apparently…» – he thought, but he didn’t feel hungry. He felt good, and lay on his back, resting his head on his linked hands. He heard a soft knock on the door and said aloud “Come in!”.

He didn’t expect to see Glen appear in the doorframe; he rose sitting on the bed and shot an uncertain glance at Glen, feeling guilty for his earlier burst of jealousy.

“Oh… hi… You’re… awake.” – Glen stuttered, while blushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement; Shay at first didn’t understand, but then realized he was still naked and (looking down at his own crotch) was sporting a stiff ‘morning wood’. “Oh, shit!” – he exclaimed, trying to reach his habit to cover himself – “Sorry! I’m so…”

“No! Please don’t cover yourself!” – Glen said in one breath, entering the room and closing the door – “You’re so… sexy!”

“Oh! Well…” – Shay replied, uneasy – “Listen Glen, I’m really sorry for the way I talked to you earlier, throwing you out of the room that way. I must have scared you, judging by the haste with which you ran away...”

“Uhm… ‘scared’ is not the word, actually” – Glen confessed with a shy smile – “I ran away so fast because I was afraid you would’ve spotted… my hard-on.”

“Oh. Right. I know well how hot Ewan is…”

Glen shook his head and knelt on the floor, in front of Shay; his submissive demeanor and his position, sitting on his heels and with his hands resting on his close knees, made Glen look like a sort of male geisha. “Shay, I know myself and my own flaws” – Glen began – “and one of my biggest flaws is that I’m a bit of a… slut. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t live my life with my legs open, going from bed to bed! But when I see a man, a real man, I just can’t think straight: I want to please him, touch him, worship him, even.”

Shay giggled at the colorful description Glen was giving of his own ‘flaw’ and said: “This explains the hard-on Ewan gave you, earlier…”

“Ewan?”– Glen replied with surprise – “Well, he’s smoking hot, but who gave me my hard-on was… you.”

“Me??” – Shay exclaimed, incredulous – “But you said you have a… thing for real men…”

“Exactly. Why are you surprised? I confess I misjudged you, at first, but when you ordered me to go away, your tone was so commanding, your muscles were twitching for the tension, your eyes… your eyes pierced me deeper than Flan’s twelve-incher! I recognize a man when I see one, and you… you’re all man, Shay!”

Shay was surprised, as he’d never seen himself as a ‘real man’, quite the opposite: that very morning, out of Drake’s door, he felt a sniveling boy, unable to cope with Drake’s dreadful tale. “I’m not as muscular as Gaynor or Ewan. Even Older Cousin Blain is more muscled than me…”

“Blain is a sweet cupcake” – Glen said matter-of-factly – “If you like a teddy bear, and a threadbare one, then look for Blain. Manliness has nothing to do with muscles, it’s in the way you act, the confidence you show, the courage you give display of when you take a risk. Since you came at the Asylum, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I admired the way you went again to the West Wing, after your rape, in search of answers, or the way you came out to your father. I feel a thrill every time I look at you working out at the Springs; and when you took my torment, the day before yesterday, as part of your training  [2], oh! it almost made me cum! Gee, you’re so manly that even now I have to restrain myself from touching you everywhere…!”

“Uhm… Is that so?” – Shay said, laying seductively on the mattress, keeping a foot on the floor, so to give a full view of his hard cock to Glen. He felt thrilled to be such a tease for Glen, and also wanted to take sweet revenge over him for the sexual torment the boy gave him during his training. “Do you like what you see?”

Glen nervously licked his lips and couldn’t stop his hand from reaching out to Shay’s thigh, erotically splayed in front of him. “Stop!” – Shay ordered with a stern voice – “I didn’t give you permission to touch me!”

Glen instantly assumed again his ‘geisha’ position, that now looked even hotter to Shay’s eyes, as it exuded a submission that contrasted so erotically with the desire burning into Glen’s eyes. Shay started caressing his own torso and legs, and then his hand started playing with his balls, to then reach up to the stiff shaft: “I’m a novice, I still didn’t take vow of Renunciation, so I could even masturbate, if I feel to…”. Glen faintly shook his head, silently begging to perform that sensual massage for Shay, and sighed with repressed desire when Shay let go of his own cock and linked his hands behind his head.

“You have permission to use your hands and mouth to touch me anywhere you like.” – Shay ordered, and his voice had a confidence that he didn’t suspect to own – “Anywhere… but my cock and balls!”

Shay groaned for the disappointment, hearing that Shay’s manhood was off-limits, but he immediately rose on his knees and started caressing Shay’s body with sensual, eager strokes; soon his hands were joined by his lips and tongue, that started titillating Shay’s nipples, to then roam the entire torso. Not a single inch of Shay’s sensitive skin was spared: Glen went on kissing, licking, caressing and tickling until Shay felt he couldn’t stand it any longer.

“You can touch my cock, now” – Shay instructed, finding strangely erotic his newly found dominant attitude – “but not with your hands!”

Shay expected Glen to engulf his cock with his mouth, and give him a mind-blowing blowjob, but Glen surprised him, stripping naked and straddling Shay’s hips; using his hands, Glen parted his own ass cheeks and lowered himself on Shay’s stiff manhood. Since he hadn’t been instructed so, Glen couldn’t prepare himself or use any lubricant on Shay’s cock; nevertheless, he lowered his tight puckered hole until it was firmly pressed against Shay’s dry helmet. Shay held his breath, thinking that Glen was just bluffing, and had not the guts to painfully take a dry fuck. But he had underestimated Glen’s determination and sluttiness; the boy flinched and chocked a whine when he lowered his ass some more and Shay’s cock forced open the tight hole, starting his rough journey through Glen’s depths.

“No! Wait!” – Shay exclaimed – “I didn’t mean that, Glen! Come on, scoop some oil and make us both wet and slick, I don’t want you to feel any pain…”

“Gee…” – Glen murmured to himself, but loud enough to be heard – “Is there anything hotter than a stud being so sweet and caring to his boy? Mmmhh…!”

“A man who cares only for his own pleasure” – Shay replied, seriously – “even at the expenses of his boy, is not much of a man, to me…”

“Say it again and you’ll make me cum on the spot…” – Glen said with strained voice, reaching to the oil; Shay giggled and then assumed again his commanding tone: “What? Who talked about cumming? Don’t you dare to cum until I tell you! You will ride my cock like there’s no tomorrow, and you won’t spill a single drop of your sweet juice, got it?”

“Yes, sir…” – Glen replied seductively, while slowly impaling himself on Shay’s now properly lubed cock. Being called ‘sir’ gave to Shay a thrill of pleasure even greater than the one caused by Glen’s velvety insides brushing against his enflamed mushroom head.

From that moment on, Glen’s performance was epic. Shay was not used to top other men, he’d done that only a couple times so far, but Glen’s experience and his innate sensibility granted him the fuck of his life. With confident moves, Glen raised and lowered his ass on Shay’s cock, massaging it with his skilled anal ring, sending Shay to a sexual heaven.

Shay felt he couldn’t resist much longer, and reached to Glen’s cock, stroking it in earnest. Glen hissed and begged: “Please sir! I’m so close! Let me cum, sir, please!”

“Not yet! Restrain yourself!” – Shay commanded, with a mischievous grin, but slowing down his hand. Glen looked down at him and shot him a glance that exuded all his admiration and his lust, as if he was expecting a move from his master, and Shay rose to the challenge. He rolled sideways and got on his feet, making Glen fall on the mattress, on his back; Shay leaned over the lying boy, raised one of his legs and pointed his rock-hard cock to his loosened hole: “Brace yourself, boy, as you’re going to be banged good and hard! And don’t even think to touch your cock!”

Without farther ado, Shay plunged his man tool all the way into Glen’s hole, forcing a squeal of pleasure and surprise out of the boy’s mouth; and then started stomping his hips on the boy’s buttocks so hard that the bed frame squeaked under the pressure.

“Oh, fuck, sir! Ohhh… OOHH…. You’re stretching me good…! Nnngghh… You’re tearing me open!” – Glen screamed, lost in a cloud of submissive pleasure; he just wanted to let Shay know how much he was enjoying the frantic fuck, but he unknowingly struck a nerve, as Shay’s mind, for a moment, went back to Drake, cruelly torn open by the stone phallus. “Don’t say it, Glen. I couldn’t stand hurting you. All I want to give you is pleasure, not pain…”

Glen opened wide his eyes, hit so deeply by Shay’s caring attitude that he couldn’t hold back anymore: “Oh, sir… OOOHH SIR!! FUUUCCKK!!!”. His throbbing dick erupted long volleys of creamy juice that splatted all over his torso, while Shay’s cock still reamed his ass with a wilderness that neither of them really expected. With a few shattering thrusts Shay unloaded his balls deep into Glen’s hole, grunting and hissing for the excruciating pleasure. And then, slowly, Shay’s hips stopped and he lay on the bed, holding Glen and enjoying the moments of sweet exhaustion that often follow the great sex.

“I… I’m afraid I came without permission…” – Glen said when he could catch his breath – “But it’s not my fault! I warned you that if you said again how much you care for me, I would’ve cum on the spot!”

Shay smiled tenderly and kissed Glen on his cheek: “Say, is a ‘real man’ allowed to apologize?”

“Of course! A real man enjoys his successes as much as he admits his faults. It’s so sexy, if you ask me! But sexy as it is, Shay” – Glen said more seriously, calling again Shay by name – “there’s nothing for you to apologize for. I know how strong a bond ties you and Ewan, and I now realize I came between you. I can understand that my… fluttering around Ewan annoys you. Don’t worry, from now on I will steer away from him.”

“No, that’s not what I want. I misjudged you, out of jealousy, and I’m sorry. Really,” – Shay said with a knowing grin – “it would be so cruel of me forbidding you to lay your hands on such a steaming hot stud! Besides, Ewan has such an overactive sexuality that he would wear out a monogamous partner! Ha ha! There’s enough of him for me, you and the rest of the Cousinhood, don’t you think so?”

Glen smiled wide, nestling deeper into Shay’s protective embrace, and cooed: “I can’t agree more… sir!”

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In the next chapter: Shay feels strong in his Renunciation and undergoes a Trial to become a Young Cousin. His valiance will be rewarded with something more than a new status: Ewan will give him something he hardly gives to anyone.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] The first time Shay saw Ewan making love to Glen, he felt deeply hurt; but Gaynor, making sweet love to Shay, made him understand that the strong bond between him and Ewan could not be jeopardized by them indulging in acts of love with other monks. See Ch. 19.
[2] In Ch. 20, Shay started training for his upcoming Trial, enduring a merciless teasing from all the monks without masturbating, and Glen took the chance to sexually torment Shay.