The Holy Fountain

≈ Ch. 26: THE GREAT-UNCLE ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

The feared Great-Uncle Randel pays an unexpected visit to the Asylum and immediately puts a strain on the serene life of the monks. Shay (a 18 y.o. shy monk) gets humiliated, being the ‘golden boy’ of the Asylum, and disobeys the Great-Uncle’s orders to help his roommate and lover Ewan (a hairy monk in his 20s).

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~ An unexpected visit ~

The entire Cousinhood, as usual, was enjoying their breakfast in the ample dining hall of the Asylum. Jokes and joyful banter spread across the large dining table, while the monks enjoyed their tasty food. Since when Orren and Torrance had repented, and after the news about Drake’s tormented past had spread, the tense silence around the table seemed vanished. Even Uncle Roderick, usually thoughtful and serious, was smiling at Uncle Devin, sharing with him some apparently amusing anecdotes.

Unnoticed by anyone, a man entered the dining hall, and no one was aware of his presence until Uncle Roderick raised his gaze and his smile died on his lips. “Randel!”

“It’s Great-Uncle Randel for you…” – the man hastily replied in an authoritarian voice – “…and for anyone else here!”

Everybody turned to look at the man. He was tall, slim, a bit younger than Roderick, probably in his early fifties; a thick, austere beard covered his face and his dark eyes shone with disdain. He was wearing a long purple robe, and a heavy golden chain bearing a symbol of the Holy Fountain was hanging from his neck.

Roderick stood up, immediately followed by all the Cousins, and announced with a serious tone: “My nephews, let me introduce to you Great-Uncle Randel, superintendent of all the Asylums of the Holy Fountain. I urge you to listen to him very carefully, and promptly bend to his command, as the Great-Uncle is the highest rank in our holy community, and we all are bound to a complete obedience toward him.”

“Umph… We’ll see.” – Randel replied, and then moved closer to the dining table and looked at the food in the monk’s dishes: “Oh, bacon! And eggs, and sausages… You do not miss anything, do you?”

Uncle Devin addressed the man with reverence: “Would… Would you like to join us for breakfast, Great-Uncle?”

“You’re too kind” – Randel replied with obviously fake courtesy, sitting on Roderick’s chair – “But all I need… All any monk should need for a healthy breakfast… is some orange juice and an apple. I heard that decadence had spread in this Asylum, but I didn’t want to believe it, I wanted to check by myself. And that’s what I can definitely see it on this table: decadence! Now, let’s see at what extent decadence has crept within this Cousinhood: all the Cousins raise their habit!”

The Cousins exchanged worried glances, and reluctantly raised their robes, exposing their manhood to the Great-Uncle’s prying eyes.

“Ha! I knew it…” – Randel exclaimed with a reproachful expression – “Now the Young Cousins, turn around and present your bottoms. Let me see your holes!”

Again, with great embarrassment, the Young Cousins complied, bending over and spreading their ass cheeks with their hands.

“I’m utterly displeased!” – Randel said seriously, menacingly standing up – “Apparently, the rules of the Sacred Book of the Holy Fountain are totally ignored here, but they will be promptly restored!”

The only one who guessed what Randel was talking about was Uncle Roderick, who meekly said: “Come on, Randel… I mean Great-Uncle Randel! Those ancient rules have fallen into disuse decades ago…!”

“This only proves how debauched and weak my predecessors had become. Listen carefully, you all! Effective immediately, all the Older Cousins will wear the spiked cock cage, that will help them improve their Temperance. Young Cousins will wear a normal cock cage, to improve their Renunciation; and the Novices will wear a butt plug, to help them exercise their Submission. This is what The Holy Book states!”

There were worried murmurs all around the table, but Randel silenced them raising an imperious hand: “But I will be merciful: you can finish your decadent meal before wearing your mandatory devices.”

He then sat down, took the apple that the cook had served him and took a large bite, watching the monks with inquisitive eyes. The Cousins sat back down, but no one was hungry anymore; nevertheless, fearing a reprimand, they ate the residual food in their dishes. When all the dishes were empty, Randel rose from his chair and rudely ordered: “Roderick! In your study!”, and then marched out of the dining hall, followed by a worried Uncle Roderick.

 

~ A tense confrontation ~

When they were alone in the study, Randel addressed Roderick with a reproachful tone: “I’ve heard many bad things about your Asylum, Roderick, but the situation is much worse than I expected!”

“There’s nothing wrong with my Asylum!” – Roderick exclaimed – “We worship the Holy Fountain with all our hearts, and the monks love and support each other! They all take great care of their bodies, training hard, and they need substantial meals! They don’t need old-fashioned contraption devices, punitive rules and mortifying reprimands! This is my Asylum, and I rule it the way I think it’s best for my Nephews.”

“Apparently, you’re far from ruling this Asylum in the best way, and as for it being your Asylum, it’s not anymore, not until I’m here! I’ve always known you weren’t worthy of the white robe you wear, and I was right! As always!”

“So, this is the problem, right?” – Roderick replied, piqued – “You still hate me for having become an Uncle while you kept failing your Trials, back when we both lived at the Eastern Asylum. But your filthy rich father must have come to your aid, then, as suddenly you became Uncle of the Eastern Asylum and I was sent here, in the middle of nowhere, to rule over no more than ten old monks coming from a village of a hundred souls! But unlike you, I made my Cousinhood grow and thrive, I created an underground Hot Spring that is the envy of all the Asylums, and my Nephews are happy and joyful, while yours… I pity them!”

“How insolent!” – Randel shouted – “Are you implying that I haven’t rightfully gained my purple habit and my rank?? I should accuse you of failing your Submission and declare you a Lost Uncle!”

“Whether you deserve or not the habit you wear, it’s something between you and your conscience. I only know that never, in our centuries-old cult, we had a Great-Uncle as young as you. But I won’t let you come here and revive ancient rules with the sole purpose of destroying the blissful communion of souls I’ve created here!”

“Communion of souls, uh?” – Randel mocked – “You’d better say communion of bodies! There’s a thin line between worshipping the Holy Fountain and being filthy perverted, and I bet the monks, here, have crossed that line by a good mile! I’m sure that, under your guidance, they indulge in sucking and fucking each other every time they feel the call of their lewd loins. I can’t even imagine the sinful orgies and the sodomitical rendezvous that take place in that fabulous Hot Spring of yours! Well, my dear Roderick, this is about to change. And if you get in my way, you may soon end up ruling over yourself alone in the West Wing!”

They were interrupted by a cautious knock on the door; when Randel roared an angry “Come in!”, the door opened and Shay stepped in, fearful, keeping his eyes on the floor.

“Oh, Shay!” – Roderick said, trying to talk in a warm tone – “Do you need something?”

“Shay?” – Randel said with an evil smirk – “The famous Shay? The golden Novice on everyone’s lips?”

“Shay is now a Young Cousin” – Roderick pointed out, and Randel mockingly replied: “Oh, a Young Cousin? So soon? Trials must be like drinking a glass of water, around here…”

Shay shot a glance full of repressed anger but kept his mouth respectfully closed. Roderick intervened: “He underwent one of the most arduous trials a Novice has ever faced. You failed much easier Trials.”

“Watch your mouth, Roderick!!” – Randel exclaimed, outraged, pointing a menacing finger at him. Uncle Roderick sighed and turned to Shay: “Do you need something? Why have you come?”

“To… To relate some messages… if I may” – Shay replied, cautiously looking at Randell, who nodded his consent.

“Well… Some Cousins have objective problems wearing the chastity cages… You see, Great-Uncle, there’s Flann who has a… a very gifted member, it’s thirteen inches long even when soft, and there isn’t a suitable cock cage for him…!”

“Too bad for him” – Randel stated, shrugging his shoulders – “He’ll have to squeeze his… oversize member into a standard cage. The additional pressure will better help him improve his virtues.”

“But Flan is an Older Cousin!” – Shay exclaimed with a plaintive tone – “As per your orders, he must wear a spiked cage, it would be a torture for him! The spikes would painfully crush his manhood even when limp!”

“I’m not going to make exemptions, boy! Is there anything else?”

“Yes… uhm… There are two monks, Orren and Ewan, that have… how can I say… an overactive sexuality, they need to… er… drain themselves on a regular basis, and wearing a cock cage would…”

“That’s exactly why the monks have to wear cock cages! To prevent them from giving free rein to their sordid sexual urges! Have you come here to make me angry with your stupid pleas? What about you? Raise you habit, are you wearing your cock cage?”

 

~ Shay pays a price~

Shay blushed fiery red and silently raised his robe, showing his manhood encased in a leather cage that kept his member compressed and bent down, unable to get the slightest erection.

“Good boy” – Randel mused – “Now turn around: are you wearing your butt plug?”

“He’s not a Novice anymore!” – Roderick exclaimed – “He’s not to wear a butt plug!”

“He’s been a Novice until recently, and frankly I doubt he deserves the green habit of the Young Cousins. He will wear a butt plug, because that’s what I state. Oh, look, I have one here: turn around, boy!”

Shay gasped and looked at Randel, who had taken a big wooden butt plug out of nowhere and was holding it in his hand, while wearing a wicked grin on his face. Roderick moved to take some lubricant, but Randel stopped him: “A little spit will suffice. I bet the monks have passed around Shay’s ass during all his novitiate: by now the boy must have a well-trained hole. Come here, boy, bend over my knees and raise your habit, show me your filthy receptacle of man juice!”

Shay was shocked by Randel’s rude and insulting words, but kept his mouth shut. He waited for the Great-Uncle to sit on a sofa and then lay face down on his knees, as ordered. Randel spat twice on the big wooden plug and then pressed the pointy tip on Shay’s puckered hole. “Take a deep breath and relax, boy” – he said, and then, without any care, he shoved the plug all the way into Shay’s protesting ass.

Shay was too tense to relax his anal ring, and the sudden impalement caused a fiery pang of pain that radiated from the violated ass to his entire body. He bucked hard and pressed both hands on his mouth to repress the scream that formed into his throat. Tears of pain welled from his eyes, but he forced himself to a complete silence: he didn’t want to give to the hatred Great-Uncle the satisfaction to hear him whimper and cry like a baby.

“Randel!!” – Roderick exclaimed, seeing Shay’s handsome features distorted by the grimace of pain – “For the Fountain’s sake! There’s no need to be so cruel!”

“Cruel? If a butt plug doesn’t open wide the hole, there’s no point in wearing it, don’t you agree? Anyway, the boy took it in stride, as I didn’t hear any scream…”

Randel let Shay painfully stand up and looked straight at him, while parting his own legs. “Now boy, bend to my command and… suck my cock.”

Shay was shocked by the unexpected order. He wasn’t new to sucking cock, of course, but that order, from Randel’s lips, sounded lewd, disgusting, nothing like the holy act of worship that the monks performed on each other. For some reason Shay, despite the strict heterosexual education he got, didn’t regard what he used to do with the monks as something… against nature: they were acts of mutual love, respect and admiration. Randel’s order, in contrast, sounded terribly lewd and vile, to the point of making Shay’s deep-rooted aversion for gay sex resurface all at once. He felt utterly disgusted at the mere idea of putting his lips on the man’s revolting cock. Nevertheless, the Great-Uncle had spoken, and Shay shamefully and reluctantly knelt down between Randel’s spread legs.

Under the robe, Randel had a remarkable body, extremely chiseled, not an ounce of fat, ripped legs and a forest of dark body hair. His cock, almost completely limp, was dark-skinned and veiny, and it would’ve actually been a juicy bite for anyone… if his owner wasn’t the hatred Randel. Shay hesitantly took the soft cock in his hand, peeled off the foreskin and closed his lips around the bulbous head.

Despite the disgust, Shay did his best to service Randel’s manhood, but at first his efforts weren’t rewarded by the stiff erection he hoped for. “Don’t… Don’t you like it?” – Shay asked shyly, and Randel huffed: “Do you think I’m a pervert? You’re the cocksucker, so do what you do best, come on, make me hard!”

Shay felt deeply humiliated, and doubled his efforts, hoping to put an end to that torment as soon as possible. Roderick, from aside, looked at him with a sympathetic, sorry look. Slowly, the flaccid member grew thicker and harder, until it was at full mast, and once again Shay thought that it was a pity that such a beautiful cock was attached to such a hideous man.

But the negative thoughts didn’t distract Shay from his task: with an expert combination of lips, tongue, throat and hands, he finally brought Randel close to his climax. Randel started heaving, and with coarse voice he began growling: “Yeah… Suck it, boy…! You like your Uncle’s cock, don’t you? You little cocksucker, I know what you crave for… You want your Uncle’s blessed seed, you want to drink my man juice to the last drop! Yeah… Oooohh!!... YES! I’m about to flood your mouth! Tell me how much you crave my holy semen! Say how deeply you desire to be bathed by my hot jizz! Say it!!”

Abruptly, Shay let go of Randel’s cock and recoiled, shooting at the Great-Uncle a killer look.

“WHAT?! Why on earth have you stopped?? I’m about to cum!! Don’t you want to be bathed by my blessed seed?”

“No.” – Shay curtly replied – “I’m not eager in the least to satisfy the lewd lust of your loins and drink your sperm. This has nothing to do with the blessing that the Holy Fountain teaches us. Nevertheless, I’ve taken vow of Submission: if you order me, I will drink your seed, no matter how disgusting it will be for me.”

Randell became furious: “I… I never heard such an insolence from a Novice!!”

“I’m a Young Cousin.”

“Whatever!! I’m not going to order you, boy, I want you to willingly and gratefully kneel and suck my cock, drinking my man juice to the last drop!”

“I’m not going to do it willingly, sorry, Great-Uncle.” – was Shay firm reply.

Randel flashed a malevolent grin: “Fine. If so, I have to order to Roderick, here, to take your place, and this time it will be an order!”

Shay and Roderick exchanged a tense, meaningful glance. Shay knew well how hard was for Roderick bend himself to suck any man’s cock, and sucking Randel would’ve added to the disgust an unbearable humiliation.

It took only few moments for Shay to know what he had to do. He lowered his eyes, fell on his knees and leaned over to engulf again Randel’s stiff cock into his mouth. Much to his surprise, Randel blocked his head with his hand: “Not so fast, boy… Beg me!”

Shay gasped: “S… Sir?”

“It’s Great-Uncle, boy. I said: beg me!!”

“I… I’m begging you, G… Great-Uncle…” – Shay forced his mouth to say – “Please bestow on me the blessing of you seed…! May I suck again your manhood?”

“You may” – Randel mused, with a wicked grin – “and this time don’t you dare to stop!”

It was a quick affaire. Shay munched on Randel’s cock with all the passion and the skills he had, until, finally, Randel grunted loud, stiffened and spurted many slimy shots of sperm into Shay’s mouth. Shay didn’t dare to spit it out, and reluctantly gulped it down to the last drop. And then it was all over.

Shay silently recoiled and stood up, while the butt plug painfully reminded him of its bulky presence. His face was pale and covered by a thin veil of perspiration. “With… With your permission Great-Uncle…” – he said haltingly – “I will now t… take my leave”.

Randel graciously nodded: “Farewell, Novice. I wasn’t mistaken, you’re a fine cocksucker. You may go.”

Shay literally ran to the door and went out; before he could close the door, Roderick and Randel clearly heard Shay groan loud and puke to the floor. Roderick shot an irate glance at Randel and hissed between his clenched teeth: “You’ll pay for this, you evil bastard…”. But the only reaction he got from Randel was a loud, coarse laughter.

 

~ Hard times for Ewan ~

Shay ran to his room, took a long warm shower and lay on the bed. He felt exhausted, physically and emotionally, and a merciful sleep caught him in minutes.

When he woke up it was late at night; the almost complete darkness was broken only by the faint flame of an oil lamp. Ewan was laying in his bed, restless, rolling from side to side, uttering faint groans of discomfort.

In the darkness, Shay softly called: “Ewan…? Are you asleep?”

“How can I sleep, with this cruel cage crushing my manhood…! Nnngghh… I can’t… I can’t resist…! An entire day without being able to even get an erection! Oohh… fuck! I feel a fire burning inside me!”

“A… fire?” – Shay inquired, cautiously, knowing well how ardent could be Ewan’s bursts of lust, when his inner beast started pawing inside his groin – “You mean… that fire?”

“I think I’ll go insane before dawn…” – Ewan groaned, in obvious distress. Yes, it definitely was that fire.

Shay jumped out of his bed and went closer to Ewan: “Let me help you…”

“How can you possibly help me??” – Ewan shouted – “We can’t take away our cock cages! We can’t break our vows and disobey to Randel’s order, may the Holy Fountain drown him! Aaagghh! Fuck! I can’t bear the tension anymore…!”

“To hell Randel and his fucking ancient rules!” – Shay exclaimed resolutely – “I’m going to take away your cock cage, and if you don’t want to break your vows, I’m going to tie you!”

With feverish hands, Shay started fumbling on Ewan’s cage, and Ewan didn’t do or say anything to stop him. When finally the cage opened up, Ewan’s cock sprang up with a force that made Shay’s eyes get wet, knowing how much his sweet Ewan must have suffered, while restrained so cruelly.

It was not the time for finesse or foreplay: Shay dove on Ewan’s thick cock, mouth wide open, and let it plunge deep into his protesting throat. Ignoring the gag reflex and the discomfort, Shay went on bobbing his head in earnest on the throbbing member, knowing that every minute, every second just prolonged Ewan’s suffering.

Ewan, now fully prey of his uncontrollable urges, roared for the need of release and grabbed Shay’s head with both hands, slamming it down to his pubes over and over, shoving his engorged member all the way into Shay’s throat, until… “AAAARRGGHH!!!”, he screamed, and an eruption of pent-up seed blasted off his cock straight into Shay’s gullet.

For manly long moments the room was filled with Ewan’s grunts and Shay’s gurgles, until, mercifully, the giant ejaculation ended. Ewan, now again in control of himself, let his hand fall on the mattress and shot to Shay, still sucking on his dick, a watery glance: “Shay… Shay…” – he murmured with broken voice – “…don’t… stop… please!”

Shay, though with his mouth stretched around Ewan’s still stiff cock, managed to smile, to silently tell to his sweet lover that he understood, he wasn’t upset. And with infinite tenderness, his mouth set back in motion, servicing the man he loved so much. The dull pain coming from his plugged ass and the aching tension he felt in his groin, where his trapped cock strained to get hard, didn’t stop Shay from going on giving to Ewan all he had to give, and then some.

Shay was fully aware that he had disobeyed a direct order and broken his vow of Submission, but Ewan needed help, and whatever punishment he would’ve been subjected to, the ecstatic expression now painted on Ewan’s handsome face was well worth it.

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In the next chapter: Shay confesses his disobedience to Uncle Roderick, whose reply surprises him. And then, with Roderick’s blessing, Shay sneaks at night through the dark halls of the Asylum to help as many fellow monks as he can.