The Holy Fountain

≈ Ch. 29: THE BLESSING STALLS ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

Keenan (a sturdy Viking-looking Cousin) and Flann (a black Cousin often uneasy for his oversize 13-inch manhood) anxiously perform their blessing duties at the Commonweal’s Benison with unexpected outcomes. Both monks will bless someone, but in a way they will get blessed, too.

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~ Two resourceful urchins ~

The night was still young, and the Commonweal’s Benison, the long-abandoned tradition that Great-Uncle Randel insisted to revive, was in full swing. Many villagers were waiting in the back yard, waiting to enter the Blessing Stalls, where the monks, one by one, administered the blessing. That was the one night when the peasants could exert a complete control over the monks; and while some of them only longed for a respectful bathing in the monk’s holy seed, as it used to be in the old times, others took the chance to fulfill their most hidden desires, in the secrecy of the Blessing Stalls.

Sneaking from bush to bush, under the bright Blue Moon, two kids managed to cross unseen the back yard of the Asylum and stopped excited in front of a wooden door slightly ajar. The taller one pulled on his friend’s blouse and whispered: “Zach! We’ll get in trouble!! Let’s go away!”

“Don’t chicken out, Sly!” – the other kid replied – “My older brother told me that anyone can go to the Benison, let’s just take a look. Just a look, I promise!”

Zach gently pushed the door and sneaked inside, pulling his friend Sly with him. It took their eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light of the oil lamp flickering in a corner, and then suddenly their mouths sagged open. “Shit, he’s a giant!” – Zach whispered under his breath, and Sly echoed: “He’s so hairy! He looks like a Viking warrior!”

In front of them, there was a sturdy man, completely naked, but wearing a blindfold over his eyes; he was standing with his hands linked behind his head and his massive legs slightly apart. His long blond mane, his curly thick beard and his bulky, muscular body really made him look like a Viking, but not a dangerous one: he looked friendly, like an older brother. The two kids stared at him with a mix of fear and excitement for a little while, and then Zach lowered his gaze to the man’s attributes and whispered again: “He’s giant everywhere! Look!”

“Is there anyone here?” – the man’s voice boomed in the small room, making the boys wince. Sly pulled hard his friend: “Let’s go!!”, but Zach wriggled out of Sly’s grip and stepped forward: “My… My name is Zach, sir. And there’s my friend Sly, too.”

The man bit his lips and a tense smirk appeared on his face. “How old are you, kids?”, and Zack replied: “Fifteen, sir, both of us. Are… are we in trouble, sir?”

“You can call me Keenan” – the man said, cautiously – “and no, you’re not in trouble. Anyone can attend the Commonweal’s Benison, including very young boys like you. But I don’t want to get in trouble, either: you’re two kids, and I’m a grown man, so… let’s state a few rules. You’re free to do whatever you feel to me, except hurt me; I, on the other hand, will stay silent and motionless, I won’t do or say anything, I won’t give you hints, suggestions or orders, nothing. Please don’t ask me questions, as I’m forbidden to answer.”

That said, Keenan took a deep breath and stood still, in the initial position. The kids got closer, but at first they didn’t touch the muscular man, they just looked at him with marveled and curious eyes. They both had seen their fathers or older brothers naked, but this was the very first time they were allowed to take a close look, and to take their time doing it.

“His pecs are so bulging…” – one said under his breath – “and look at his nipples! They’re as thick as my pinky!”. “His legs are as massive as trunks” – the other one replied, turning around Keenan – “and his buttocks are like two watermelons… Gee, look at his biceps! For sure he can lift a cow in stride!”

Keenan stifled a giggle, because, of course, he was not strong enough to lift a cow (and besides, why on Earth should anyone do that?), but he felt amused by the innocent excitement of the two kids.

Zack grew bolder and reached out to the man’s torso, diving his small fingers into the thick blond forest covering the broad chest. He enjoyed the intimate touch for a moment, and then brushed his fingers on the meaty nipples. Keenan inhaled sharply and Zach asked, worried: “Have I hurt you?”

Keenan kept his mouth shut, but he briefly shook his head, and soon Zach went back playing with the tender cone of flesh, feeling with surprise the soft tissues getting firmer under his fingers. Sly crouched at the monk’s side and hugged one of his sturdy legs, placing his face on the firm upper thigh and looking rapt at the man’s flaccid manhood. “He’s so beautiful…” – he murmured with a dreaming tone, staring with marveled eyes at the thick manhood and the wide helmet in full view, as Keenan was circumcised. Zach urged his friend: “Come on, touch it…”

Sly cautiously took the hefty limp member in his hand and gave it a couple tentative strokes, while Zach knelt in front of the man and cupped his big balls with his hand: “They’re so heavy…!” – he commented, and started rolling the plump gonads with his fingers, playing with the curly hair covering them and gently squeezing them, always careful not to hurt the man.

“Fuck, it moved!!” – Sly gasped, suddenly letting go of Keenan cock, that was getting stiffer. “Stupid! Of course it moves! It gets much bigger if you stroke it like this…” – Zach said confidently, holding the stiffening cock into his hand and jerking it in earnest. Inexperienced and excited as he was, he roughly brushed his dry palm over the monk’s sensitive glans, and he uttered a chocked groan of discomfort. “Stop it!” – Sly hastened to say, slapping Zach’s hands away – “He’s cut, stupid! You must use something slick to stroke it! Er… there! Take that jar of oil on the nightstand.”

The kids poured quite an excessive amount of oil on Keenen’s cock and started stroking it again, both of them at the same time; four eager hands started dancing on Keenan’s manhood, playing with his balls, caressing his crotch and sneaking between the legs, and they were soon rewarded by a stiff, throbbing erection. Keenan’s breath sped up, but he kept his mouth sealed, while the kids massaged his member him with passion.

Zach, always the bolder, pushed his slick fingers between the thighs, along the perineum, and started exploring the deep groove of Keenan’s ass. The man reacted parting his legs a little more: while he didn’t want to do anything to encourage the kids, he didn’t want to stop them from doing what they felt natural, either.

Having been granted an easier access, Zach brushed his greased fingertips on the man’s wrinkled back door, feeling his own heart thumping furiously in his chest. He remembered the one time he, joking, tried to do that to his older brother, who reacted very, very badly. Hesitantly, he asked: “Er… may I?”, and took the silence to mean ‘yes’. He sneaked his finger through the tight hole holding his breath, and gasped when he felt the anal ring clench and quiver around his fingertip. Zach pushed his middle finger all the way into Keenan’s ass, and the monk instinctively reacted tilting his head back and parting his lips in a silent moan of pleasure.

“He… He likes it!” – Zach whispered excited to Sly – “Should I try with two fingers?”. Sly thought about it for a moment, without ever stopping the sensual massage on Keenan’s cock, and replied: “A turd is bigger than two fingers, I guess a man’s hole can take them easily…”

 

~ Clumsy passion ~

While Zach went on exploring Keenan’s depths with his fingers, Sly stood up and looked at the man’s inviting chest, so broad and muscular; the stiff meaty nipples seemed to beckon him, so he leaned down and tentatively licked one of them; Keenan’s breath paced up, so he guessed he was doing it right, and went on brushing his lips on the tender flesh, and then started to suck it and even give it a few gentle bites. Surprised by the man’s ecstatic reaction, Sly put a hand into his own blouse and gently pinched his own nipple, gasping for the unexpected rush of pleasure. He didn’t suspect that a man’s nipples could be so sensitive!

Excited by the discovery, Sly started working both of Keenan’s nipples with passion, using his tongue, his lips, his fingers and even his teeth, but always paying extreme attention not to bite too hard.

Zach stood up, too, and took in his hand the stiff manhood that Sly was now neglecting; with attentive eyes, he studied Keenan’s expression, admired his handsome features, his masculine beard and his squared jaws. To Zach’s young eyes, Keenan was everything a man can be: sexy, confident, hairy, muscular and well endowed. The boy looked with adoring eyes Keenan’s frowning forehead, his thick neck and his full lips and threw the caution to the wind: he leaned forward an gave a chaste kiss on Keenan’s mouth.

Keenan, already trying hard not to succumb to the pleasure radiating from his cock and his nipples, a pleasure greatly heightened by being blindfolded, uttered a chocked whine when he felt the boy’s soft lips pressing against his own, and was overwhelmed by the innocent tenderness of that gesture. He didn’t want to do anything with the kids, he didn’t want even to enjoy what they were doing to him, but he realized that he was quickly losing his battle.

“I think he’s ready” – Zach said, and Sly asked, puzzled: “Ready for what?”. “You’re not a baby anymore, Sly” – Zach mocked him – “Don’t tell me that you haven’t ever touched yourself!”

“Just once” – Sly confessed, shyly – “And something… scaring and weird happened!”

“Exactly… Come, kneel with me in front of him, and get ready for the blessing!”

Zach started again stroking Keenan’s cock with both hands, while Sly played with his balls and caressed his thighs, waiting for… the blessing to happen. Zach looked with rapt eyes the fat glans, glistening with oil, and suddenly felt the desire to kiss it, and discover the taste of a man. Under his friend’s shocked eyes, he opened his mouth and closed it around the engorged helmet.

Keenan, taken aback by the daring move, couldn’t stifle a low groan of pleasure, and his breath become labored. With a great effort, he gathered enough air to speak the traditional formula: “The… mmmhh… The Holy Fo…Fountain’s benison is be… GGGHH… being laid upon thee!”

Zach felt a thick shot of bittersweet cream fill his mouth, suddenly followed by another; he recoiled, overly excited to be drinking a grown man’s seed, and offered the spurting cock to Sly. “Eww… Gross!!” – Sly screamed, by Zach urged him: “It’s delicious! This is the monk’s blessing!”

Sly, though unsure, opened his mouth and a long streak of white man juice landed on his tongue; without thinking twice, Sly pursed his lips around the pulsating cock and sucked hard, syphoning another couple shots of Keenan’s essence.

“Me! Me!” – Zach exclaimed with urgency, and forcefully pulled the thick cock out of Sly’s mouth and into his own, sucking and rolling his tongue over the engorged glans. Soon the sweet eruption ended, but the boy wanted more, and went on sucking on the drained cock with passion. “There must be more!” – Sly said, taking the meat rod from Zach’s hands – “Maybe if we jerk it like before we can get another load…”

Sly stroked vigorously the spent cock, and Zach wanted to help, so he stood up and started pinching and scratching Keenen’s nipples, like his friend had done earlier. Keenan, oversensitive after the massive ejaculation, did his best to withstand the innocent, but fierce onslaught, convinced as he was that the boys just had no idea of how torturous can be for some men being stimulated so wildly after an orgasm; but in the end he couldn’t help uttering a halting “Stop… I’m begging you, stop…”.

Instantly, both Zach and Sly withdrew their hands, realizing that they’d gone too far. Sly stood up and asked, contrite: “Have we… hurt you?”

Now that the blessing had been administered, Keenan felt free to speak to the boys: “No, you didn’t hurt me, but a man can be extremely sensitive after… after letting his semen gush. Having his sensitive parts stimulated that way can become very hard to bear.”

Sly, with hesitant voice, asked: “Is the face a… sensitive part?”. “Well, no, the face is not sensitive” – Keenan replied, puzzled, and soon understood the reason of the question when he felt the boy’s cautious hand caress with infinite tenderness his bearded cheek: “You’re so handsome… So… man…!”

Keenan, though partly covered by the blindfold, couldn’t hide the rush of affection he felt for the boy and smiled tenderly: “You’ll soon become even more handsome than me. It’s just a matter of time, trust me.”

“Thank you, sir… er… Keenan” – Zach said, clearly trying to gather his courage – “We… We never had the chance to… touch a man before. It was so exciting that… er… I think I peed my pants…”

Keenan giggled: “I don’t think that’s piss, young man…”. Zach gasped: “You mean…”, and Keenan chuckled again, hearing Zach’s excited voice: “Look, Sly! I came like a man! Want to touch it?”

“Eww… Gross!!” – Sly protested, and they happily scampered away, swearing to Keenan that they would’ve remember him forever.

«And so will I…» – Keenan thought with a tender smile when the silence fell in the Stall; and then he removed his blindfold and headed to the inner door.

 

~ A slab of black meat ~

In the hallway, Flann, the tall black monk renown for his huge 13-inch manhood, was anxiously waiting in front of the inner door of his stall, waiting for young Blain to come out, after blessing his peasant. Flann was nervous, as he hated the attention that his oversize black member always drew in people; at the Asylum, Flann was always regarded as a beloved Cousin, not just a huge cock walking on legs, but the peasants… they were mostly ignorant people who, in all likely, would’ve treated him like a piece of meat.

The door opened and Blain came out, naked, with his cock still dripping a last drop of sperm. He noticed Flann’s anxious frown and comforted him: “It was easy. I got a kind aged man who just wanted to be blessed with my semen. He was very respectful, almost… fatherly. Now, let me help you with your blindfold…”

The blindfold was mandatory, to ensure the anonymity of the villagers, but Flann ardently hoped to be allowed to take it away, with the peasant’s permission. He stepped in the room, that still smelled of Blain’s familiar seed, and assumed the traditional position, with his hands linked behind his head. A rude female voice hurt his ear as much as his soul: “Look at that! That beast must be at least a foot long!”

Flann winced when he heard a second voice, a kind masculine voice, replying: “Maude, please… This holy monk is here to bless us, he’s a man, not a slab of meat…”

“A man, exactly!” – the woman retorted – “Not a pathetic half of a man like you, Dan. Less than a half, actually! Now strip naked, quick!”

“Maude, please, don’t let him see…”

“He must know what his blessing is for…” – Maude replied, and then turned to Flann – “Hey, black stud, you can take your blindfold off, now!”

Flann, deeply embarrassed by the woman’s rudeness, untied his blindfold and lay his eyes on the man, Dan, standing naked in front of him with a painfully embarrassed expression on his face. He was handsome, probably in his early thirties, blond, with a fit body; his clean shaved face was lit by two kind blue eyes, that he shamefully lowered to the floor when Flann looked at them. Flann admired the man’s toned chest, covered with a thin layer of short blond hair, and then lowered his gaze to Dan’s crotch and understood the reason of his embarrassment: the man’s penis, though still flaccid, was no more than three inches long.

Flann shot to the man a comforting and knowing glance, understanding how terribly painful had to be for him being forced to make comparisons with his oversize manhood. Their eyes locked, and there was a mutual understanding, a deep connection between them, as they both knew how stung being mocked for the size of their manly members.

Dan came closer and slowly fell on his knees, looking up at Flann with gratitude for his understanding. “Holy monk” – Dan said with a respectful tone – “will you bless me with the essence of your Fountain?”

“Oh, come on, Dan! You and your Holy Fountain!” – the woman squeaked, and Flann, for the first time, turned to look at her; she might even be considered pretty, in another world where her vulgar revealing clothing, her crackly voice and her rude attitude were acceptable. But not in this world, not in Flann’s world. Flann shot another sympathetic glance at Dan, kneeling in front of him and sighed.

“You’re not getting out of it this easily, my dear husband!” – Maude said aloud, and quickly grabbed Flann’s flaccid cock and Dan’s hair – “Open up, Dan, and suck this cock like a champ until it’s rock-hard and covered with your spit!”

“Maude, please, don’t… MMMPPHH!!!” – Dan tried to say, but his wife muffled his protests shoving his head hard over Flann’s meat. Flann flinched, but kept his position, with his hand behind his head; he was in pain for the man, but he didn’t back off, because after all the rules of the Benison didn’t state anything about the case the peasant would get hurt.

Flann shot a worried look down at Dan, chocking on his massive tool, but suddenly realized that Dan wasn’t as inexperienced as his wife probably thought. He knew how to relax his throat muscles and take the long cock down his gullet; and his loud gurgles were not triggered by a gag reflex that, apparently, the man could control pretty well.

 

~ A man and his cock ~

His guess was soon confirmed by a covert knowing glance that Dan shot up at him, and Flann felt heartened enough to finally let his cock grow and swell to a wondrous full erection. Maude opened her eyes wide: “Good gracious, he’s bigger than Winnifred’s horse!”

This time, Dan really chocked for a moment, stifling a laughter for his wife’s vulgar and colorful exclamation, and so did Flann, shutting hard his lips not to laugh; but their moment of amusement was short lived: “Do you call it servicing a real man’s cock?” – Maude squeaked – “Take it all, until his balls slap your chin!”

“I… I can’t possibly do that!” – Dan gasped, feigning horror – “It’s too big, I… GGGRRLL….!!”. Maude, with a mighty push, shoved Dan’s head toward Flan’s crotch, and kept forcefully pushing until Dan’s nose was deeply buried into Flann’s pubes. “That’s it! All of it to the last black inch! Now keep it in for a while!”

Flann knew, by now, that the man wasn’t new to sucking cock, but his own was not an average cock, and he said in a kind but firm tone: “Please, madam, let him go… This is not what the Holy Fountain teaches us…”

“Humph! I thought you were a man!” – the woman grumbled – “Good gracious, you two sissies can do nothing but blabber about the damn Holy Fountain!”. She pulled Dan’s face off the mighty cock and he drew a rugged breath, shooting a thankful glance to Flann. Maude stepped aside and huffed: “Come on, let’s put an end to this pathetic scene. Make the stud cum and let’s go home.”

Dan, still kneeling at Flann’s feet, grabbed the now well-lubed throbbing cock and started stroking it with both hands, with caring sensuality, looking up at Flann with a sincere, brotherly glare in his eyes; he didn’t say anything, but his caring moves and his respectful massage told to Flann how much Dan desired to be blessed by his holy semen, and he smiled back at the kneeling man, urging him to go on.

Soon Flann was at the verge of the abyss, and spoke the ancient formula with strained voice: “The… nnnghh! The Holy Fountain’s benison is… OOOHH!... is being laid upon t…thee!”

Dan couldn’t resist and locked his lips around the engorged black glans, sucking hard, while massaging the stiff shaft with both hands. He felt the mighty member throb like it was alive, and a powerful shot of manly seed hit the back of his throat, and then another, and Dan gulped down the sweet essence with abandon, grateful for the gift he was receiving. The massive ejaculation filled Dan’s mouth, but he didn’t want a single drop of the blessed semen to get lost, and went on swallowing madly, until the Fountain was drained.

Flann caught his breath and looked down, and silently gasped, seeing a pool of man juice under Dan’s throbbing untouched dick. “You…” – he whispered, surprised, and Dan shyly replied under his breath: “Yes. It was… overwhelming”. The blissful moment was rudely interrupted by Maude’s curt order: “Are you done, at last? Now get up and let’s go home!”

Dan, unexpectedly, turned around and hissed: “Shut your pie hole, woman! Go out and wait for me outside!”. Maude opened her eyes wide, but knew better than reply; she just grunted and went out, leaving the two men alone.

“Forgive her, she had a horrible childhood” – Dan said, standing up and giving a sincere, friendly glance at Flann – “May I please know your name, Holy Monk?”

“It’s… It’s Flann” – the monk replied, pleasantly surprised that Dan wanted to know it. “Flann, I’m so sorry for the way Maude treated you. I’m used to it, I let her vent her anger on me, but she was unforgiveable to you. You’re a wonderful man, Flann, and tonight you’ve given me a beautiful gift.”

Dan bent a knee in front of Flann and, much to the monk’s surprise, placed a light, respectful kiss on his spent cock, paying homage to such a formidable manhood. Then stood up and looked deep into Flann’s eyes, reading the uneasiness he always felt when his huge member drew attention away from him as a man.

“Let me give you something in return for your gift” – Dan said with a confident, knowing tone – “a piece of advice coming from a man who, in the past, was often ashamed of his own manhood: it’s not the size of our cocks that define us as men. There’s something much bigger… yes, even bigger than your wondrous member… that makes us what we are…” – and then Dan gently placed his hand on Flann’s heaving chest, over his thumping heart.

Flann wanted to reply something, but the lump in his throat prevented him from uttering a single word. Since he entered puberty, he’d felt alone, as no other man could really know and understand what he felt deep in his soul; no other man but Dan: he knew, he had understood.

Dan got dressed with calm, confident moves under Flann’s silent gaze, then exchanged with him one last intense glance, and off he was.

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In the next chapter: The Commonweal’s Benison comes to an end; the last monk to attend his duties is Uncle Roderick, who will have to face the trap set for him by the evil Randel. Shay is still shook up by his encounter with his father, but even more by the mysterious Cassian.

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