The Holy Fountain

≈ Ch. 28: THE COMMONWEALS’ BENISON ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

The evil Great-Uncle Randel (the superintendent of all the Asylums) revives another ancient rite, The Commonweal’s Benison. All the monks, though reluctant and worried, must comply. Shay, a naïve 18-y.o. monk, meets a scaring but hot stranger, and then is humiliated by someone he really doesn’t expect to meet.

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~ A long-forgotten rite ~

The next day, at breakfast, all the monks were sitting in silence at the dining table, slowly eating the apple and the orange juice that was their entire meal, as per Great-Uncle Randel’s order. All the faces, usually serene and joyful, were darkened by a barely restrained smirk of pain, as all the Cousins were forced to wear a tight cock cage: a simple leather one for the Young Cousins and a spiked one for the Older Cousins. Shay was the most unfortunate, as the evil Randell had shoved himself a large butt plug into the boy’s protesting ass.

But despite the general grief, several loving glances and covert friendly winks were exchanged across the table, unseen by the austere Great-Uncle. The tall black Flann, the gigantic Gaynor, the black-robed Uncle Orren and the hairy Ewan were all deeply thankful to Shay who had been brave enough to challenge Randel’s orders and had selflessly offered his mouth, his hands and even his hurting ass to relieve their pain.

Uncle Roderick, from the end of the long table, feigned not to notice the covert exchange of mutual love, but he inwardly smiled, and prayed once more the Holy Fountain to bestow on the generous and bold Shay the greatest blessings.

“Well, what are those dark faces?” – Randel said aloud, breaking the deep silence – “Don’t you enjoy the healthy meal and the company of your Cousins?”

Uncle Devin, on behalf of the entire Cousinhood, cautiously replied: “Great-Uncle, it’s hard for them to be joyful, when their manhood is constantly and painfully crushed into a wicked chastity device…”

“Oh, if this is the problem, don’t worry!” – Randel replied with a mischievous smirk – “You will soon be allowed to remove your cage, and your inner Fountains will be free to gush at will!”

“For real??” – Devin exclaimed, while all the faces around the table lit up with a sparkle of hope. “Of course!” – Randel replied – “Tonight there’s a Blue Moon! Don’t you know what that means?”

Roderick looked at Randel with suspicion: “The Blue Moon is just the second full moon within the same month, it’s something that happens now and then, though the peasants tend to give to the event a romantic meaning. What should happen on Blue Moon nights?”

“Why, The Commonweal’s Benison, of course!” – Randel exclaimed, amused.

Amongst the general puzzlement, Roderick got pale. “You can’t be serious!” – he exclaimed, and when Randel stifled an evil grin, he glanced around the table, at the monks, and gravely explained: “You’re all too young to remember. The Commonweal’s Benison, mostly known as ‘the blessing of the peasants’, is a special… event that long ago every Asylum hosted on blue moon nights. The Asylum opens his door to the villagers and the monks bestow their… er… blessing on the peasants who come. It’s an ancient rite that the Asylums don’t perform since decades” – he added, shooting an irate glance at Randel – “and there’s a valid reason for that! It’s… humiliating for the monk, and even dangerous, as we don’t live anymore in the ancient times, we can’t know who comes in, and with which intentions! You can’t be serious, Randel! Besides, after so many decades, the peasants won’t even remember what a Benison is!”

“I reminded them.” – Randel replied, unperturbed – “I’ve sent a message to the town’s Margrave, and by now the old men of the village are probably already instructing the youngsters about the Benison and its… benefits. Anyway, it’s settled: this evening, at sunset, the doors to the Blessing Stalls will be opened, and I want you all” – Randel hissed, looking at the monks – “including you, Roderick, to do your part!”

Randel rose up from his chair and disdainfully went away, leaving behind the worried Cousins glancing at each other. Devin looked at Roderick and asked, puzzled: “The… Blessing stalls?”

“You know those three small rooms on the back of the Asylum?”

“Why, yes, we keep them clean and well maintained, but we never use them. I thought they were a sort of guest quarters…”

“They’re the Blessing Stalls.” – Roderick explained – “Each one has a door leading to the back yard and an opposite door to the inner hallway. The monks enter them, one at time, naked and blindfolded, link their hands behind their head and… wait. When the peasants come in, they’re in charge: the monk’s task is to bestow his blessed seed on the peasant, any way the peasant likes. The blindfold is required to ensure the anonymity, but with the peasant’s permission, it can be removed.”

Shay shifted uncomfortably on his chair: “Any way they like…?”

“Any way. They can masturbate you, suck you, ask you to fuck them, or whatever else they think of; as long as they don’t hurt you, you must comply with their requests. Back in the day, they usually knelt in front of us and waited for us to bring ourselves to orgasm: this is not against Renunciation, as it’s done for the peasant’s benefit. But lately, the peasants started to harass the monks, humiliate them, force them to gush their precious seed in… unholy ways. I’m sorry, my dear Nephews, but we must do it, we have no choice, if we want to save our Asylum. The only safeguard I can grant you is that there must be a second monk right out of the door at all times, ready to come in if the monk inside calls for help.”

Many Cousins stood up and flooded Roderick with worried questions: “Will be admitted only male peasants?”, “What if they bring a weapon or something to hurt us?”, “If it’s totally anonymous, even underage kids can come in!”

Roderick sighed and nodded gravely: “Anyone can attend the Benison, male or female; even married couples. They are forbidden to bring anything dangerous into the Blessing Stall, but if they do, yell and your fellow Cousin will come in aid. As for the underage kids, I didn’t state the rules: regretfully, they are allowed to ask for our blessing, if they like; but this is my command, and I demand absolute obedience: if kids come into the Stall, you can’t instruct them, touch them, give hints, orders or anything: you must remain motionless and silent, with your hand behind your heads, and leave them free to do only what they really feel.”

The Cousins bowed their head and started disbanding; but Roderick halted them: “Wait. One last thing. Randel said that in preparation of the Benison you are allowed to remove your contraption devices. He didn’t say when to do that, so I give you full permission to get rid of those wicked things immediately, until Randel himself, tomorrow, will tell you to put them back on.”

A general sigh welcomed the only good news of the day…

 

~ A scaring encounter ~

The sun rose to the zenith and then dove behind the horizon, giving way to the bright Blue Moon. Several peasants had gathered in the back yard of the Asylum, waiting excited for the Benison to begin; inside, Gaynor was tying the blindfold over Shay’s eyes and giving him the last pieces of advice: “I will be here out of the door all the time: just a word from you and I’ll barge in, alright?”

Shay shivered, but it was not due to his nudity. “I’m ready… I guess” – he said, trying to cheer himself up, and Gaynor comforted him: “It will be easy, you’ll see. Hey, maybe you’ll be lucky and a beautiful young lady will enter your stall! I bet that the fierce heterosexual stud who joined the Asylum a year ago is still pawning into your loins…!  [1]”

“You silly!” – Shay giggled, trying to slap Gaynor’s arm, but he missed his target because of the blindfold, so he retorted: “Maybe you’ll be luckier than me and a luscious big-breasted farm girl will ask you to bestow your… blessing all over her bosom! Don’t tell me you wouldn’t like it!  [2]”

“Now go in, I hear someone waiting for you in the Blessing Stall.” – Gaynor urged Shay – “Take a couple steps, stop and assume the position. Call if you need!”

The door closed behind Shay and he asked with trembling voice: “Is there anyone here?”

“There’s me.” – replied a deep, manly voice – “You can call me Un… I mean, Cassian. May I know your name, handsome young man?”

“I’m Shay, sir. May… May I take away my blindfold? It makes me feel so nervous and… er… vulnerable.”

There was a tense silence and then the man replied: “You can take it away, if you so desire. But if you do, you will probably regret it. You see, my… appearance is not a pretty sight.”

Shay’s heart started booming into his chest, but he was about to engage into an intimate act with the stranger, and wanted to look straight into his eyes, at the very least. So, he carefully lifted his blindfold, looking around into the almost dark room, until his gaze fixated on the man’s face, and a chocked scream escaped Shay’s lips.

The man, Cassian, was completely bald and had a large, rugged scar cutting through the right side of his face, from the forehead to the jaws, crossing a mangled eyelid that now hid just an empty orb. The long, untidy beard that covered the rest of his face and his hardened, almost menacing expression made him look like a dangerous renegade, someone everybody should steer away from.

But his body… Oh! His body was a completely different matter! The man had already removed his blouse, and Shay’s eyes luxuriated on the muscular chest, covered with curly black hair that thinned into a narrow dark line in the middle of the chiseled abs, leading down to a rich treasure trail disappearing into the loose pants. Shay tried in vain to guess the man’s age, as the face was largely disfigured and wrinkled like an old man, but the body was vigorous and there was no trace of grey in his body hair.

Cassian unlaced his pants and let them fall to the floor, revealing a meaty, veiny cock, slightly curved to the right, resting on a large ball sac, as hairy as the crotch. Two muscular, almost bulky legs completed the image of a man in his prime, confident in his manly allure, that emanated an irresistible sensuality. Shay sighed and for a moment imagined to lose himself into those strong arms and that vast hairy chest.

The stranger picked up his pants from the floor and turned around to hung them to a hook in the wall, and Shay admired the broad shoulders, the brawny back and the bulging glutes. But when his eyes focused on his left bicep, Shay’s got pale, looking at the mark of ignominy that Cassian bore. A skull with the letters B and D intertwined around it: the symbol of the men who had been sentenced for life to the infamous Blackthorne Dungeons. It was not a tattoo, the symbol had been fire-branded on the living flesh, indelible, just as much as the crimes that the man must have committed.

A chocked scream escaped Shay’s lips, and with trembling voice he said: “That mark… You… Are you going to hurt me…?”

Cassian moved closer, but keeping a safe distance, and looked straight at Shay with a pleading glance: “I have never, ever in my life hurt anyone, and never will. I swear. Although I understand that you’re scared, as I’m rejected and shunned by all; but on this special night, once in my life, I need someone to believe me, even a single human being who looks in my eyes and says ‘I believe you’. Or tell me to go away and I will, to never come back.”

Shay summoned his courage and rose his gaze to the horribly disfigured face towering on him; he looked straight into the man’s only eye and saw a deep sorrow, a sincere desire to relate, once in a long while, to another human being, to be accepted, to be… loved.

“I… I believe you” – Shay murmured, and then, shyly, added: “I believe you to the point that I want… I want you to make love to me.”

Cassian’s jaws clenched and he looked away for a moment, as if he was forcefully repressing a burst of emotions, and then turned again to Shay, smiled tenderly and said: “Then bend over the bed, over there, and leave everything to me…”

Shay moved closer to the small bed placed in a corner of the small room and bent down, placing his elbows on the mattress and keeping his ass thrusted up in the air. Cassian knelt behind him, gently parted the rosy buttocks with his hands and dove his face into the deep crack, aiming his tongue to Shay’s rosebud.

He definitely knew what he was doing. Shay stifled a squeal of delight when the slick tongue licked his hairless hole all around and then plunged into the tight wrinkled ring, forcing it open with the sweetest determination. Wave after wave of sheer pleasure spread from his ass through his entire body, making his legs tremble. “Ooohh.. OOOHH!!” – Shay moaned softly, while the expert tongue bathed, kissed, licked and loosened his sensitive hole. The man was tireless and took his time, letting Shay dive deeper and deeper in an ocean of pleasure that clouded his mind.

Shay felt like the one time Uncle Roderick did the same to him: back then, too, Roderick expertly maneuvered his tongue with the only scope of giving pleasure to Shay and easing his tension  [3]. That was one of the fondest memories Shay held in his heart, and now, the images of Uncle Roderick and Cassian overlapped in Shay’s mind, while the relentless tongue, thrust after delightful thrust, made sweet love to his sensitive hole.

“Mmmhh… Oooohh!! Yes… Oh, yes Uncle…!” – Shay slurred, in ecstasy, without even realizing that he was talking to Cassian and not Roderick; and his blurred mind barely registered Cassian’s deep voice reply: “Your moans are music to my ears, my beautiful, sweet Nephew…”

 

~ No past and no future ~

A thick finger suddenly replaced the tongue, and Shay realized it was slick with oil; and he didn’t feel the faintest discomfort when a second well-greased finger joined the first one. The expert fingers gyrated and thrust into Shay’s chute in the most sensual way, making Shay delirious with desire: “Cassian… Take me… Make me yours…” – the boy murmured, and Cassian stood up, placed the tip of his now fully hard cock on the loosened hole and said: “Yes, you’re ready. I’m going to take you. Relax, I won’t hurt you.”

“No…” – Shay murmured, straightening up and turning to the man: “Please, don’t take me like this, I want to look at you while you make love to me…”

“You… You want to look at me??” – Cassian exclaimed with choked voice, watching Shay reclining on the bed on his back and raising his legs. “Why shouldn’t I look at you? That… imperfection on your face doesn’t scare me anymore: now I know how beautiful a man hides under it.”

Cassian’s heart skipped a beat and his cock twitched hard. “I will open for you the gates of Heaven, my sweet Nephew…” – he said with his deep, sensual voice, taking position between Shay’s legs – “…as much as tonight you opened them for me.”

Shay almost held his breath when he felt the big curved member penetrate his depths. Not the faintest discomfort, not the least pain Shay felt while the loving intruder explored his most secret recesses: only wave after wave of warm tenderness, caring love and sheer pleasure. Cassian’s hairy chest swayed confidently in front of Shay’s ecstatic eyes; and when Cassian looked down at him with a tender smile, Shay didn’t see a horribly disfigured man, but a handsome green-eyed man who that night had come out from nowhere to be joined to him in the most sensual and intimate way.

Time became meaningless for Shay, while the powerful man, who could easily break him, bestowed on him the sweetest tenderness and made love to him like… like only Uncle Roderick could do. It was more than sensual, it was deep, sublime. Shay offered himself to Cassian without holding back, giving all of himself to that fascinating, mysterious man without a past and without a future: only the present moment counted for Shay, the fleeting, endless moment when time was marked only by the rhythmical thrust of Cassian’s hefty member inside his moist depths.

“I… You… Let me cum, Cassian…” – Shay said under his breath, emerging from the sea of pleasure he was floating into – “You’re making me feel… nnngghh… Oh, I’m so close…!”

“Hold back, Shay” – Cassian replied with labored breath – “Please don’t cum… Aww… You’re so warm, so welcoming… and I… I… Don’t cum, Shay, don’t cuUUUNNGGHH!!”

Cassian arched his back and pressed hard his muscular hips against Shay’s soft buttocks, and shot a massive load deep into Shay’s slick chute. The boy groaned, trying hard to hold back his own orgasm, though he couldn’t understand the reason of such a plea from Cassian. All he knew is that Cassian’s thick cock was madly pulsating into him, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

“W… Why, Cassian…” – Shay then asked with trembling voice when the man relaxed and bowed his head, heaving – “Why didn’t you want me to cum?”

Cassian didn’t raise his hanging head and replied with an almost inaudible voice: “Because I don’t deserve your blessing. I’m a lost man, I’m a pariah. But…” – he added raising his gaze – “…unbelievable as it may sound to your ears, the Holy Fountain tonight has blessed someone. That’s the spirit of the Benison, after all, right?”

“I… I don’t understand” – Shay said, slowly getting off the bed and helping Cassian gather his clothes – “I didn’t bless you with my seed…”

“Oh, I got much more than a blessing, tonight. With you, for once I didn’t feel a creepy disfigured monster, I didn’t feel a fugitive escaped from the horrors of the Blackthorne Dungeons. After… so many years I can’t even count them, you made me feel again Cassian, the man I once used to be…”

Shay was speechless, he didn’t really understand what Cassian meant, but felt a burst of affection for him. The man smiled and gave a tender peck on Shay’s cheek, quickly got dressed and added: “As for your holy essence, don’t worry: out of this door, a lucky man is waiting for your blessing. Just remember to put again the blindfold on your eyes: you know the rules. Farewell, my beautiful Shay, may the Holy Fountain always watch over you.”

 

~ Delusion and disillusion ~

The door closed behind Cassian and Shay, still shook up by the intense encounter and with a throbbing dick straining for release, hastened to tie again the blindfold around his head. He was barely done when the door crashed open again and Shay heard heavy steps on the stone floor.

“Is… Is there anyone?” – Shay asked cautiously, and he gasped loud when a well-known voice mockingly said: “Well, well, look at you, boy… All excited and quivering like a school girl and… oh!, with a big load of man juice seeping out of your hole! The huge man who just came out, apparently, mounted you like the whore you are, uh?”

“Father!!” – Shay exclaimed, moving to take away his blindfold, but Master Conroy froze him: “Stop! You can’t do that without my permission! We both know how this… ‘venison’ or whatever it’s called works: you wait here like the cock-hungry bitch you are, and the real man coming through the door takes pleasure over you any way he likes, right?”

Master Conroy scratched with a fingernail Shay’s nipple, and the boy flinched, gasping loud. “Fuck, you’re a bitch in heat! Look at your pathetic, useless prick throbbing hard, hoping for release…!”

“Father, please…” – Shay whined, crimson red, deadly embarrassed at being so exposed and humiliated, but the man didn’t relent: “Since you’re so eager to have a real man making you cum, I’ll make you cum, but like the woman you long to be!”

Shay felt his father’s clothed body press against his back, and then one hand started sensually pinching his left nipple, while another hand pressed flat against his balls, making them part and raise, revealing the swelling mound of the perineum. Two stiff fingers started rolling in a circular motion on his perineum, close to the anus, like they were masturbating a woman’s clitoris, and Shay’s stiff cock throbbed hard, when the man’s hairy forearm, almost casually, brushed on the glans again and again.

“Father, no… Please, don’t do this…” – Shay whined, on the verge of crying, feeling the wicked fingers rolling madly on his perineum and his sensitive glans brush on the man’s arm, inexorably bringing him toward the precipice.

“You little dirty whore! When we last met, you spat your liking for men in my face! Don’t pretend you don’t like being touched like a woman, look at you, just a caress on your titties and two fingers over your pussy and you’re ready to cum!”

“Father, I’m begging you, stop! For the Fountain’s sake, don’t do this to me…!”

“Ah! You can’t control yourself, when you are in the hands of a real man, uh? Cum, bitch! Wet yourself and show me how much you like it!”

“No… No… NOOO!!!” – Shay screamed, suddenly losing his battle against the relentless, vicious stimulation. His cock began shooting jet after jet of sticky cream that drooled down his own abs and his father’s forearm. And still the vicious hands didn’t stop, prolonging the helpless, shameful orgasm. “Father… no… no…” – Shay started sobbing, while still ejaculating, and the tears drenching his face were hotter than the sperm drenching his crotch.

Abruptly, Master Conroy withdrew his hands and exclaimed: “Shit, look at the mess you’ve made…”. He quickly reached to Shay’s blindfold and tore it away: “In this fucking place there is nothing else to clean up” – he growled, and used the blindfold to wipe the boy’s jizz off his arm.

When done, Master Conroy shot a disdainful glance to Shay and said: “My woman awaits me at home. Thanks for the… ‘venison’, boy.”

Shay felt something click inside him and grabbed the man by his arm: “It’s Benison, you ignorant hick! You disgusting piece of shit! How stupid I could be all these years! Growing up watching at you like the mightiest man around, the example to follow! HA! You’re just a little man, little under any respect, including your manhood – do you think I never saw you naked? You talk shit, you do shit, you even married a shitty bitch, may my mother rest in peace! You’re a major disappointment, Father, I’ve been delusional too many years, but I’m grateful to the Holy Fountain for opening my eyes before it was too late!”

“But no one ever opened your eyes, Father” – Shay went on, with a fire burning into his gaze – “You’re still convinced that all it takes to make a man is a twitch in his pants at the sight of a cunt. Well, I have bad news for you: I’m much more of a man than you’ve ever been, and the same applies to all my fellow monks, most of villagers and even the stranger you saw coming out from this door earlier: you’re worth less than a single hair of his crotch! Oh, you can stick the worm you bring between your legs into a cunt a million times, but still, when you look at yourself in the mirror, you won’t see a man.”

Master Conroy was speechless. He couldn’t recognize the timid, fearful boy he’s raised in that wrathful, assertive young man looking at him with a fire in his eyes and his muscles twitching for the tension. Shay’s burst of rage was unexpected and scaring for Master Conroy, and his words stung like scorching needles. “W… Wait… How you… How you dare to talk…” – he stuttered, but Shay shushed him with a killer glance. He moved closer to his father, who stepped back, frightened, until he found himself locked between Shay and the wall.

Shay pressed his crotch still wet with sperm over the man’s clothes, and Master Conroy blushed and lowered his gaze, forced to acknowledge the superior manliness of his son. But Shay didn’t relent. “Look at me!” – he hissed at an inch from his father’s face – “You’re dead. You hear me? You’re dead to me. Now go away and don’t you dare to show your face around here anymore!”

Master Conroy nodded, scared and shameful, and sneaked toward the door; while in the doorframe, Shay’s last loud words made his humiliation complete: “Oh, and… thanks for the jerk-off, but you should train more: that was barely acceptable.”

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In the next chapter: In the other Blessing Stalls the Viking-looking Keenan meets two underage curious kids and Flann meets a particular married couple.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] While growing up, Shay had never questioned his heterosexual inclinations, and at first he had some troubles accepting to do with the other monks things that, for his strict education, were acts against nature (see Ch. 1 and Ch. 2); and losing his anal virginity raped by Uncle Orren (Ch. 7) didn’t help at all. But when, at last, Shay could make love to a girl for the first time (Ch. 16), he realized that what he felt with other men was much stronger and more satisfying than making love to a woman.
[2] Gaynor has never made a mystery of being straight, though he’d always joyfully accepted man-sex at the Asylum, taking them as acts of love and mutual affection (Ch. 6).
[3] After his rape, Shay felt bad because he knew it was Uncle Roderick’s prerogative to take the novices’ virginity; so Shay offered himself to him, naively hoping that there was ‘some virginity left’ for Roderick to take. Shay was extremely nervous, and Roderick let him relax sensually licking his sensitive hole. See Ch. 11.