The Holy Fountain

≈ Ch. 27: SNEAKY ORGASMS ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

Shay (a naïve 18-y.o. Cousin) confesses to Uncle Roderick (the head of the Asylum) to have disobeyed orders, removing Ewan’s cock cage and helping him cum; and then, with Roderick’s blessing, Shay sneaks at night through the dark halls of the Asylum to lend a… helping hand to many fellow monks.

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~ A depressing desert ~

The Springs, the vast underground area of the Asylum where the hot spring and the training ground were located, was depressingly deserted. The gigantic Gaynor, forced to wear the spiked cock cage like all the Older Cousins, couldn't bear his usually grueling training: the physical exercise always made his cock hard, and the vicious blunt spikes would've cruelly crushed his manhood. The flexible Quinn didn't feel comfortable performing his yoga routines with the leather restraints cutting through the tender skin around his crotch. The muscular Ewan, oversexed as he was, couldn't even think to lift weights while his overactive manhood was painfully crushed into a tiny cock cage, without any hope for release. Flann, Keenan, Blain and the other Cousins, too, were not in the mood for some healthy exercise.

Only the Uncles were exempted by wearing the hideous contraption devices; but when Uncle Roderick stepped into the Springs to take his daily dose of crunches, push-ups and squats, he saw how miserable the place looked, void of his beloved Nephews, and changed his mind. He turned around, with a heavy heart, and climbed back upstairs. Behind him, the quiet murmur of the hot water dripping into the pool sounded like the Holy Fountain itself was crying.

At breakfast, all the monks sat in silence at the large dining table, eating – as per Randel's order – just one apple and a glass of orange juice. Shay looked at Gaynor and noticed that the apple almost disappeared into his big hand: how on Earth could such a miserable meal be enough for him! So, discretely, he cut his own apple in two and sneaked one half to Gaynor, under the table, not to be spotted by the Great-Uncle's inquisitive eyes. Ewan, sitting next to him, followed suit and did the same, and they both were rewarded by such a grateful glance that their eyes got wet.

The rest of the depressing day went by without a single sound, chatter, sigh or moan resonating through the long halls of the Asylum. In just one day, the mean Great-Uncle Randel had managed to completely disrupt the joyful harmony usually reigning within the Cousinhood.

After dinner, Uncle Roderick stood up without a word and retired to his study. He wanted to act, do something, help his Nephews, but he couldn't: it was more than clear that Randel was waiting for just one faux-pas from him to remove him from his office and send him to rotten in the West Wing.

A soft knock roused Roderick from his dark thoughts, and Shay stepped into the room. For a long moment, no one said a word, they just exchanged a long, meaningful glance, reading into each other's eyes the pain and the sorrow caused by the miserable situation. Shay broke the silence and said, shamefully: "Uncle Roderick... I have... something to confess. Last night I broke my vow of Submission, I ignored Randel's orders and removed Ewan's cock cage. And then I helped him release his inner tension. Ehm... twice."

Roderick smiled like only a loving father could, touched by Shay's naïve sincerity, and replied: "You're one of your kind, Shay. I can't possibly love you more than this."

"But... Uncle... I've broken my vows!" – Shay murmured, surprised not be reprimanded. Roderick didn't lose his fatherly attitude, but became more thoughtful: "Shay... There is a thin line between disobedience and a rightful rebellion against an unlawful order. I wish I could tell you that you did right, but I can't. All I can say..." – he went on, carefully choosing his words – is that thinking of Ewan smiling for the badly-needed relief fills my heart with joy. I wish... I wish other monks could feel the same relief tonight. But I'm not suggesting anything to you. Actually, you never came here, tonight. Do you understand, Shay?"

Shay nodded, deadly serious, and Roderick added: "Be careful, Shay. Randel is evil and he hates me. He hates you, too, because you are sincere, big-hearted and joyful: you are everything he can't ever be. He won't just try and harm us: he wants to break us. Yesterday, when he shoved that big plug up your ass so cruelly, I..."

"I know." – Shay interrupted him with a thankful smile – "But do you know what my father always used to say? 'What doesn't break you makes you stronger'. Well, Randel and his butt plug didn't break me. Though... to be completely sincere... I'm afraid my hole won't ever be as tight as it used to be. I’m ruined forever…"

"Not for the time being, don't worry." – Roderick reassured him – "We'll find a solution before the damage becomes permanent. Now go, my sweet boy. And remember: we didn't meet tonight."

 

~ On mission ~

Shay went out and silently closed Roderick's door. Though not explicitly, the wise Uncle had shown him the way, and he knew what he had to do. He mentally scanned the Asylum, trying to assess who, among his fellow Cousins, was in the greatest distress, and the answer came instantly to his mind: Flann! As per Randel's order, the poor fellow had to painfully squeeze his 13-inch black manhood into a standard-size spiked cock cage: just wearing it, without even getting hard, had to be a real torture to him. No wonder Flann didn't show up at the meals for the entire day.

With a resolute chin, Shay went down to the Springs, took a jump rope and then hurried toward Flann's room. When he opened the door, Flan recognized him and whined: "Don't look at me... Please… I don't want to be seen in such a miserable state..."

And miserable he was. His hefty cock almost overflew out of the way-too-small cock cage, the blunt metal spiked were digging deep into the sensitive flesh and Flann's usually serene face was a mask of agony, streaked with dry tears. Shay's heart skipped a beat looking at the tall, muscular black man whimpering like a kid. Randel had not the right to do that to a wonderful man like Flann!

"Give me your wrists" – Shay curtly said, in a conspiratorial tone; and when Flann, puzzled, put out his wrists, Shay loosely tied them with the jump rope: the rope was barely knotted, Flann could’ve easily broken free, but the message was clear. "Don't try to stop me: you can't, bound as you are" – Shay then said, and with feverish hands he started unlacing and opening the tight cage trapping Flann's wondrous cock. Flann moaned softly when the hideous device was finally removed and his cock, now free, could rise to a stiff erection.

Shay gulped down, looking at the incredible manhood and felt a bit scared, thinking back at the way Ewan, last night, in a moment of heat, forced his entire cock down Shay's throat, over and over. "You... you won't hurt me, right, Flann?" – Shay asked with trembling voice, and Flann reassured him: "Bearing such a dangerous weapon, I had to learn since I was a teen to restrain myself. Should I cut my cock off, I would never hurt you, Shay."

With cautious hands, Shay grabbed the gigantic member and started stroking it. Flann moaned loud because, after the prolonged pain, the pleasure was almost too intense to bear. "Shhh!!" – Shay said under his breath, alarmed – "If Randel hears us, I'm in big trouble."

Flann forcefully shut his mouth, pressing hard his lips against each other, and nodded, shooting at Shay a pleading glance. When he felt Shay's trembling lips closing around his sensitive glans, Flan inspired sharply, but didn't utter the faintest sound. Instinctively, he placed his loosely tied hands on Shay's head, and when he saw the boy stiffening, afraid to be forced to take the entire black snake down his gullet, Flann comforted him, gently running his fingers through Shay's hair. That simple gesture exuded such a tender gratitude that Shay felt compelled to munch on the long rod with renewed vigor, and took almost half of it into his mouth.

The long and painful abstinence Flann had endured, coupled with Shay's passionate sucking, quickly brought the man close to his climax. With a chocked whisper he murmured: "Shay... Nnngghh... I'm going to cum... Holy Sprinnnnggg!!!" – and then forced himself to a complete silence while, pressing hard his head on the pillow, he exploded in a long-awaited massive orgasm. Every single muscle of his beautiful body stiffened and his hips trembled, but he restrained himself, so as not to force his long rod further down Shay's mouth. Shay could count no less than nine powerful jets of man cream flooding his mouth and gulped them down as fast as he could, but still, some of the slick juice seeped out of his mouth.

When the eruption ended, Shay kept the throbbing black snake into his mouth and went on kissing and licking the shaft, looking at Flan to check if he was too spent and sensitive to go on; but Flann just flashed a tender, thankful smile and let Shay go on, until a second, but not less massive, orgasm exploded from his groin.

When done, Shay took back the rope, that in the meantime had almost fallen from Flann's wrists by itself, and said: "I have no heart to put back that horrible cock cage on your beautiful manhood...", and Flann replied with a wink: "Don't worry, now that my hands are finally free, I'll do it myself. May the Holy Fountain bestow on you a hundred times the joy you gave me tonight."

With a smile, Shay turned around and went out to the deserted hallway. His task was not fulfilled, yet. Of course Shay knew well that he couldn't possibly 'help' all his Cousins, and he concentrated on the ones who, in all likely, were suffering more for having their manhood so cruelly restrained. "Gaynor!" – Shay murmured to himself – "He must be in a hell, painfully caged as he is, with so much testosterone flowing freely through his muscled body..."

Holding tight the rope in his hands, he cautiously knocked on Gaynor's door and stepped in. "Shay!" – Gaynor exclaimed, rising sitting on the bed, and the boy hurriedly shushed him: "Shh! Randel sleeps in the next cell! Don't say a word, Gaynor, not a single sound!"

Gaynor nodded, puzzled, and when Shay tried to 'tie' his hands he guessed what the boy wanted to do; silently shaking his head, Gaynor refused to be tied, lay on the bed and carefully removed his own chastity device. Shay's face was suddenly clouded by a sorry expression, at the sight of Gaynor's thick member reddened by the merciless bites of the blunt metal spikes. He reached out to the now thickening cock and Gaynor held his breath, as his manhood, after such a harsh treatment, was very sore and sensitive; Shay smiled at him and his gentle fingers caressed the hurting skin, soothing the red spots, to then encircle the entire shaft. Ever so slowly, Shay started moving his hand up and down, continuously checking Gaynor for possible smirks of pain, and his heart melted when he saw the giant man closing his eyes and open his mouth in a silent moan, ecstatic and happy like a child in his mother's arms.

Shay still felt his throat sore, after servicing Flann's massive 13-incher, so he used both his hands to stroke Gaynor's cock and play with his balls, the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, the clean-shaved crotch and the chiseled abs. Knowing how dangerous would've been for them to be overheard by Randel, Gaynor didn't utter a single sound, he barely breathed, while enjoying the loving massage with every fiber of his being. He was a grown man in his forties, a masturbation wasn't a great deal for him, but Shay's gentle strokes, in that moment, were the most delightful feeling he'd ever felt.

Gaynor felt his manly juices boil in his groin, his balls tightened and he arched his massive body, climbing to the climax of his pleasure. He inhaled sharply, and Shay, afraid that he could involuntarily let out a scream, placed a hand on his mouth and pressed hard, to muffle possible moans. His hand sped up, insisting on the sensitive head, until he felt Gaynor's thick cock throb hard and pulse into his hand, and saw a thick plume of white cream shoot high in the air, soon followed by another, and another, in a seemingly endless ejaculation.

The complete silence of the room contrasted so much with the wild orgasm Gaynor was clearly experiencing! His massive body twitched and trembled, shaken by wave after wave of sheer pleasure, and Shay pressed harder his hand on Gaynor’s mouth, scared that a moan could wake up Randel, sleeping in the adjacent cell.

Slowly, breathing hard through his nose, Gaynor calmed down, while the last drops of his essence leaked down the cock shaft and Shay’s hand. But while the ejaculation had ended, the manhood was still alive and kicking: Gaynor was not done.

Shay slowed down his hand, but he didn’t stop; he wanted to give Gaynor some time to recover, but every minute was precious, and Shay’s task was still far from being completed. Gaynor, extremely sensitive after his massive orgasm, bucked on the bed and a low growl escaped from his muffled mouth. Shay shot him an alarmed glance, pointing his chin to the wall separating them from Randel, and Gaynor understood, but the excruciating feeling of Shay’s hand slowly stroking his sensitive manhood was hard to bear.

Gaynor’s hand sprang up and grabbed Shay’s wrist, and Shay instantly stopped, but soon Gaynor forced his arm down to the mattress and nodded to Shay to go on. Desire, pleasure, discomfort and determination alternated on Gaynor’s masculine face, while Shay’s hand relentlessly pumped on his thick man meat; slowly, Gaynor relaxed and a blissful expression lit up his features, while the discomfort gave way to an exquisite pleasure.

Shay smiled tenderly and his hand sped up, met by Gaynor’s hips at each stroke. Cautiously, the boy let go of Gaynor’s mouth and started brushing his fingers on the monk’s meaty nipples, that quickly swelled and stiffened. Gaynor kept his mouth sealed, but his breath was becoming labored, clear sign that another orgasm was about to explode into his groin.

Their eyes met, and Shay was so hit by the joyful, excited expression on Gaynor’s face that he couldn’t resist and leaned over him, locking their lips in a passionate kiss. Gaynor didn’t last a second more, and another eruption of hot manly seed gushed out of his bloated glans. Holding Shay locked in his strong arms, Gaynor enjoyed every single moment of his mind-blowing orgasm, every plume of cream shot high in the air, every tremble of Shay’s hand around his cock, putting a strenuous effort in not uttering the faintest sound.

When he came down from his sexual high, he was almost breathless, but he found enough air in his lungs to whisper: “You’re an angel, Shay. I was feeling like I was about to die, tonight, but you came out of nowhere to give me hope again. I hope I can repay you, one day.”

“I’m actually repaying you, and only in part” – Shay said under his breath – “When I felt lost and hurt, after Orren’s rape, it was you who saved me  [1]”. He gave a light kiss on Gaynor’s lips, and then another one on his now spent cock, eliciting a chocked gasp from the gigantic monk. “You better clean up yourself and put on again that… evil thing” – Shay said in an almost inaudible voice, heading to the door. And off he was.

 

~ The hardest step ~

Now alone in the deserted corridor, Shay quickly moved away from Randal’s cell, rushing to the opposite side of the Asylum, the West Wing. He knew since the beginning that his sneaky mission wouldn’t ever be completed without paying a visit to Orren, as he, just like Ewan, had a turbulent sexuality that couldn’t possibly be restrained in a cock cage. «And a spiked one!» – Shay though, feeling a pang of pain in his heart.

He realized he had forgotten the jump rope in Gaynor’s room, but with Orren it would’ve been useless: when prey of his inner beast, Orren wouldn’t settle for a simple jack-off or a blowjob. Ignoring the furious thump in his chest, Shay picked up the pace and soon was at Orren’s door.

When he stepped in, Orren was pacing the room like a caged lion, barely holding himself. A grimace of pain darkened his austere features and the fire in his eyes was unmistakable. “Shay, go away!” – he exclaimed with strained voice when he saw the boy – “You’re not safe here, go away!”

“I’m not going anywhere” – Shay replied, feigning a confidence that he didn’t really feel – “I came for you, let me take your cock cage away, and soon you’ll feel better”. He knelt in front of Orren and started fumbling on the buckles and the straps; Orren didn’t stop him, he just didn’t have the strength to do it, but almost pleaded him: “You don’t know the danger you’re putting yourself in, boy…”

“I have quite a precise idea” – Shay replied, having still vivid in his mind the memory of the rape he suffered from Orren in that very room. Finally free, Orren’s cock rose to a raging hard-on in seconds and Orren uttered a low, menacing growl, suddenly grabbing Shay from his shoulders and shoving him hard toward a heavy desk, the very same desk on which he savagely ripped away Shay’s virginity, almost a year earlier.

With a last spark of self-control, Orren said with great sorrow: “I don’t want to hurt you…”

“You won’t” – Shay replied, raising his legs and showing the large butt plug that Randel shoved in his ass the day before. That was the last drop, and Orren totally lost control of himself. He grabbed the plug by its handle and abruptly tore it away. “AAAAGGHH!!!” – Shay cried out for the sudden pain, but Orren was too in heat to stop, and immediately shoved his throbbing cock all the way to the hilt into Shay’s gaping hole.

“Tighten it!!” – Orren yelled, feeling his cock barely touching the sides of Shay’s loosened ass – “Tighten it, I said!!”

Whining for the pain radiating from his abused ass, Shay put a heroic effort in contracting his anal ring, almost despairing to be able to tighten it enough, sure as he was that the hideous butt plug had permanently damaged his hole. But when Orren growled a lewd “Yeah! That’s it, boy!”, he almost sighed with relief. But the relief was short-lived, because Orren was pounding his hurting ass with beastly vigor, shoving his cock over and over into the abused hole to the last inch.

Shay felt like a fire was burning into his ass, but he didn’t stop Orren, he didn’t plead for mercy: he knew well what he was putting himself into when he’d ventured into the West Wing. He only hoped that, at least, his ordeal would end as soon as possible; but Orren seemed to have an endless reserve of stamina. Howls and growls echoed in the room at each powerful thrust of Orren’s loins and each wreaking slam of Orren’s hips on Shay’s buttocks.

And if Shay wasn’t already suffering enough, the tension in his own groin was growing into an almost unbearable pain. His cock, locked in the tight leather cage (luckily, without spikes!) was straining to get hard, wildly urged by the relentless pounding of Orren’s cock on his sensitive prostate. A thin gossamer thread of pre-cum was dripping from the tip of the cage, and Shay felt the pressure of his manly juices rise in his groin; the despair turned to hope when he realized that Orren’s beastly fuck, painful as it was, was quickly bringing him toward the precipice.

The mere idea of finding some relief himself, after having granted explosive orgasms to several monks that night, made him offering himself unreservedly to Orren’s beastly onslaught. Pound after painful pound, Shay finally felt so close to his climax that began moaning loud, inciting Orren: “Yes! YES!! Fuck me, Uncle Orren, fuck me deep!! Nnngghh… I’m almost there… Ooohh…!!! You’re making me… Your making me…”

“GGGHHAAA!” – Orren screamed loud, burying his cock deep into Shay’s furnace and flooding his depths with gallons of warm manly seed. Orren was almost sobbing for the force of his orgasm, and his entire body was trembling uncontrollably.

And then it was over. Orren, now again in control of himself, bowed his head and shamefully whined: “I didn’t want to hurt you…”

Shay almost cried, realizing that after such a painful ordeal he was not being allowed to have his badly needed, liberating orgasm. He shot a pleading glance at Orren, who raised his gaze and was puzzled not to see reproach or hate in Shay’s eyes. Then he focused his gaze on Shay’s cock, straining inside its cage and suddenly understood the pain Shay was feeling.

Grimacing for the discomfort, Orren forced his hips back in motion. His now oversensitive cock, still stiff, plunged deep into Shay’s furnace, faster and faster. Shay shook his head: “No, Orren… You’re too sensitive…”

“You can’t only give, my sweet Shay” – Orren replied with a fatherly tone, doing his best not to show the discomfort he was feeling – “Sometimes… nnngghh… it’s only right that you receive something in return...”

Orren didn’t spare himself, knowing that his erection wouldn’t last long after such a powerful climax; he paced up his thrust, skillfully aiming his cock at Shay’s pleasure gland and battering it with a barrage of short strokes. “Ooohh… OOOHH!!” – Shay moaned, won by the physical pleasure and the sweetness of Orren’s self-sacrifice – “There… Oh yes, there!!! AWWW…. AAAAGGHH!!!!”

 

~ The true Holy Fountain ~

Shay’s trapped cock, despite being bent down and restrained in the tight confinement, exploded in a massive ejaculation; an almost continuous flow of white creamy semen gushed from the tip of the cage and Orren, without stopping his hips, lowered a hand to collect it. And when Shay’s mind-bending orgasm subsided, Orren broughts the boy’s essence to his own mouth and gulped it down, under Shay astonished eyes.

“Uncle Orren… you… you drank…” – Shay stuttered, incredulous: everyone knew, at the Asylum, that Orren would’ve never bent himself to drink a lad’s seed. Orren was amused by Shay’s astonished expression and shook his head: “I just wanted to discover the true taste of the Holy Fountain…”

“You… You are blasphemous!” – Shay exclaimed, and then shamefully lowered his gaze – “Tonight I’ve failed my vows and willingly ignored the Great-Uncle’s orders. Many times. I even let you take away the butt plug that Randel himself wanted me to wear. How can I possibly aspire anymore to get close to the Holy Fountain? I’m lost, Uncle! I will soon wear a black habit, just like you!”

Orren didn’t say anything, he just chuckled and smiled at Shay: “Many times, you said? Exactly… how many times?”

“Oh, come on! Can’t you take me seriously?” – Shay whined – “My soul is about to get lost in the flames of Hell!”

“Your soul has never been purer and safer than now.” – Orren stated seriously – “But I can’t say the same for Randel’s. Tonight you’ve just made straight some of the horrible things Randel’s wicked mind conjured to make us all suffer.”

Shay beamed with relief, listening to Orren’s words. He was a Lost Uncle, or better a Lost Novice, temporarily  [2], but his knowledge of the Holy Fountain was unsurpassed.

“Go straight to your room, now” – Orren said with shining eyes – “and get some rest. It’s almost dawn. Er… ‘many times’, you said?”

“With all the due respect, venerable Uncle Orren… shut up!” – Shay exclaimed, giggling, and headed to the door with a special spring in his steps.

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In the next chapter: Much to the Cousinhood’s astonishment, the Great-Uncle Randel revives another long-forgotten tradition, “The Commonweal's Benison”, the blessing of the general population. Shocked and worried, the monks have no choice but comply.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] When Shay was still a virgin, he ventured by mistake to the West Wing and Uncle Orren, who back then still lived a sinful life, raped him savagely. After the rape Shay, shocked and lost, met Gaynor, who healed Shay’s inner wounds with his tender, protective love. See Ch. 7.
[2] In order to mend his ways and come back to a holy life, Orren temporarily gave up his prerogatives as an Uncle and accepted do be treated again as a Novice. See Ch. 13.