The Holy Fountain

≈ Ch. 30: BREAKING POINT ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

The last monk to attend his duties at the Commonweal’s Benison is Uncle Roderick, the most senior monk of the Asylum, who will have to face the trap set for him by the evil Randel, the homophobic supervisor of all the Asylums. The young monk Shay is still shook up by his encounter with his father, but even more by the mysterious, and possibly dangerous, Cassian.

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~ A trap for a monk ~

In a dark corner of the Asylum’s back yard, Great-Uncle Randel flashed a malicious grin and gave a small bag of coins to a tall muscular peasant, who replied with a satisfied grunt. “Don’t worry, this is the Commonweal’s Benison” – Randel said in a conspiratorial tone – “and the peasants are fully in charge: do your worse, wreak the monk’s ass! I grant you that no one will complain. Now go. The door is the rightmost one.”

Randel sneaked away, but before turning the corner of the building, he looked back at the rough yokel and stifled an evil chuckle. He’d chosen the right man, notorious in the village for his insatiable mighty club and the roughness of his fucks. «This time I’ll break him once and for all!» – he thought, and disappeared in the darkness.

The burly peasant opened the rightmost door and stepped in, closing the door behind him. He looked with disappointment at the monk standing naked in the middle of the small room, barely lit by a flickering oil lamp. He had a toned body, sure, but he was an old grump, at least in his mid-fifties, with many streaks of grey in his head and body hair. «Fuck!» – he grumbled inwardly – «I was hoping to fuck some tender young ass, and I’m stuck with a granpa!»

The monk was standing motionless, with his hands linked behind his head, and he couldn’t see anything because he was wearing a blindfold, but heard the man coming in and said in an authoritative tone: “My name is Roderick. I’m here to bestow the blessing of the Holy Fountain on you…”

The yokel dropped his pants, taking out a massive limp member almost as thick as his wrist, turned around at Roderick and pressed his crotch on his naked buttocks, growling: “I don’t give shit to that fountain of yours, I’m going to plough your ass so hard that you won’t be able to stand for weeks…!”

“You… You can’t do that!” – Roderick replied in alarm, breaking out in a cold sweat: being a revered Uncle of the Asylum and a fierce top man, he had not opened his back door to anyone since ages… and neither he wanted to do it now, especially to a rough stinking yokel as endowed as an elephant!

“Don’t you fuckin’ try and screw me!” – the man shouted menacingly – “I know the rules! I’m fully in charge, and you’ll get the fuck of your life, tonight, whether you want it or not! Now take away that cloth from your eyes, I want to see your face while you choke on my cock! On your knees!”

Uncle Roderick knew he had to bend to the peasant’s will: Randel would’ve never overlooked his disobedience; so, he had no choice but humiliate himself. He reluctantly knelt in front of the man and looked in horror at the monstrous half-hard cock dangling between the man’s legs. “Please… I can’t do it, it’s too big…!” – he said seriously, but the man just uttered a coarse laughter and unceremoniously shoved his beast into Roderick’s mouth.

Roderick felt like his jaws were being dislodged and tried hard to accommodate the enormous intruder, but he wasn’t given time, as the man kept on pushing hard, until the bloated glans pressed hard on Roderick’s clenched throat. He gurgled and chocked, while involuntary tears spilled from his eyes and slimy saliva seeped from his mouth, defiling his well-groomed noble beard.

“You’re not much of a cocksucker!” – the yokel mocked in that harsh voice of his – “but maybe we can teach some new tricks to an old dog, uh? Ha ha ha!!”. He roughly pulled Roderick’s head toward his pubes, pressing hard his now rock-hard club on Roderick’s throat and trying an impossible entry, but all he got was a loud gagging and some muffled gurgles.

“Fuck, you’re hopeless!” – the man grunted after a few more tries, withdrawing his thick cock from Roderick’s mouth and pushing him away; Roderick, red in the face for the lack of air, drew a few ragged breaths and looked up at the man with watery eyes. He knew what would come next.

“On the bed! On all fours and present your wrinkled ass!” – the yokel barked, and roughly grabbed a jar of scented oil placed on the nightstand. He greased thoroughly his hefty member, that menacingly glistened in the flickering candle light, and then roughly shoved three greased fingers into Roderick’s ass.

“AAARRGGH!!” – Roderick screamed loud, bucking for the intense pain coming from his abused ass, unused to such a rough manhandling.

His scream was clearly heard by Young Cousin Quinn, who was standing out of the inner door; in fact, Roderick knew that the Commonweal’s Benison could’ve put some of the monks in danger, so he ordered that a second monk had to stand guard out of the door at all times. Quinn had no doubts whatsoever: Roderick was a poised man with a great self-control, and if he yelled in pain that way, he had to be in danger; so he quickly pushed the door and barged in the room.

The muscular peasant turned to Quinn, puzzled, and then burst in a coarse laughter: “What, have you come to save your old man, kid? Ha ha ha!! Look at you, so thin and weak! I could break you with a hand tied behind my back!”

Truth to be told, Quinn was anything but bulky and muscular: he was slim, chiseled and extremely flexible, as his expertise, in the training ground, was yoga. He quickly scanned the room: Roderick, in obvious distress, on all four on the bed, and the man greasing his massive man tool, painted quite an obvious picture. Looking at the girth of the peasant’s cock, Quinn gulped in shock, and knew for sure that Roderick’s tight hole, hardened by the age, would’ve been literally torn apart by such a dangerous weapon.

Painfully aware that a physical confrontation with the massive peasant was a suicidal mission, Quinn resorted to his seductive weapons and said, with nonchalance: “Fight you? Why should I? It’s not your fist the part of your body I want to taste… But apparently, you prefer a withered wrinkled ass to a juicy, tender ass like mine…”

The yokel’s cock twitched in anticipation, and the man growled: “I… I still have to make up my mind. Let’s see what you got, boy!”

 

~ Irresistible offer ~

Quinn moved to the bed, pulled Roderick on his feet and knelt on the mattress, giving his back to the stranger; he parted his knees, wider and wider, and then straightened his leg, in a full split. His ass was open and vulnerable to everything, and Quinn knew how irresistible that position was: no man had ever refused to fuck him when he performed such a trick! And he was ready to take even the off-the-chart cock the man was sporting, as he was pretty flexible everywhere, not just in his legs…

The man grunted with desire and moved closer, still massaging his greased cock with his hand. He reached out to Quinn’s ass and abruptly shoved three slick fingers into the splayed hole, without any regard, like he did with Roderick. His initial lustful smirk turned into a grimace of disappointment: “Fuck, you’re as wide as an old whore! I don’t want a sloppy fuck in a loose hole! Your old man at least had a delightful tight hole, that I crave to rip apart! Sorry, kid, better luck next time!”

Quinn quickly jumped off the bed and said: “Wait! Look at this and then decide…”

He moved in front of Uncle Roderick and leaned to him: “Can you carry me?” – he whispered into Roderick’s ear, who huffed and replied: “Hey kid, who you think you’re talking to, a crippled old man?”

Quinn clung to Roderick’s neck and he soon felt two strong arms effortlessly supporting his bottom. “Quick, get hard and penetrate me!” – Quinn said, seriously – “It’s now or never…”

Roderick, being a master at Temperance, made his cock hard in seconds, and Quinn impaled himself on the stiff rod, all the way. There was no time for foreplay, and he bravely withstood the discomfort of being stretched that way, without any aid but the little oil the stranger had unceremoniously shoved in his ass.

Then he turned his head and looked at the peasant with a seductive grin, feigning an irresistible pleasure: “Aahh… Fuck, my old man’s cock is huge… Mmmhh… Look, I’m stretched to my limit… If you shove your weapon in my hole now, you’d wreak me… But I don’t care, I want your cock inside me so bad…!”

The sensual, lustful plea clinched it, and the peasant flashed a randy grin: “This time you’re going to bite off more than you can chew, you cock-slut kid! You asked for it!”. Roderick gasped in alarm: “You’re crazy! You can’t take that monster!” – he whispered into Quinn’s ear; “It’s either you or me” – Quinn’s replied – “And with all the due respect, I’m much younger than you.”

Quinn tensed, feeling the peasant’s thick rod poking at his hole; Roderick covertly pulled his own cock out a bit, to ease the penetration, that anyway seemed impossible. The stranger grunted and huffed, unsuccessfully trying different positions, and then, out of patience, just pushed hard against Quinn’s stretched hole, forcing it to surrender to the mighty onslaught.

“AAAAARRGGHH!! FUCK IT HURTS!!!” – Quinn screamed out of his lungs, when the wide helmet forced its way inside him; he was breathless, literally, and could utter no more that a chocked whine when the monstrous member brutally crawled all the way into his hurting hole to the last thick inch. Quinn started trembling and clung to Roderick with his arms and legs, burying his face into the Uncle’s shoulder.

“That’s it, boy! Scream for daddy’s cock! Ha ha ha!” – the yokel sneered, and then he started shoving his massive cock into Quinn’s protesting ass with long powerful thrusts. Roderick was deadly worried and whispered “I can’t let you do this! You’re getting badly hurt!”, but Quinn took a ragged breath and replied: “The worst is over… Hold me, Uncle, don’t let me fall… Hold me…!”

 

~ Once in a lifetime ~

Roderick knew that Quinn didn’t just want to be physically ‘held’, he needed emotional support, and Roderick gave him: “Kid, be strong, he won’t break you… Don’t give up, resist, he won’t last long…”

Quinn felt like a fire was burning him from inside, as the lubrication the man used wasn’t enough for two cocks tightly confined into such an overstretched hole. He held tight to Roderick and murmured: “Cum, Uncle… I beg you, cum! Or this beast will tear me apart…!”

Again Roderick resorted to his mastery in Temperance; he concentrated hard, his breath paced up, his jaws clenched… and his cock started spurting rope after viscous rope of blessing seed deep into Quinn’s hole, making it slick and soothing the flames that burned inside it. Quinn sobbed with relief and gratitude and uttered a feeble “Thanks.”

“What the fuck…?” – the peasant growled, seeing Roderick semen seeping out of the abused hole, and Roderick feigned embarrassment: “No man can resist a stud like you… Your incredible cock made me cum buckets!”

“Yeah, granpa…” – the man replied with coarse voice – “Everyone has to bow to my manliness… Nnngghh… Fuck this boy is so tight… Awww… FFFUUCKK!!”

Quinn whined when the incredibly thick cock thickened even more and exploded like a volcano. A torrent of man seed poured into the fiery hole and seeped out, drenching both the man’s and Roderick’s crotches and creating a large pool on the floor. Lewd, disgusting grunts echoed in the room while the peasant unloaded his balls to the last drop, and then, at long last, he pulled out.

Roderick immediately pulled Quinn off his cock and helped him on his unsteady feet: “You alright, kid?”, and Quinn replied with uncertain voice: “Sort of…”

“Sorry kid” – the yokel growled amused, while getting dressed – “but I needed to wreak an ass tonight, and it happened to be yours”. He went on lacing up his trousers and his blouse chuckling to himself: “Wonderful fuckin’ ride! I should thank that purple-robed fool, if I ever meet him again! And he even paid me good money! He he he!!”

Quinn and Roderick overheard the peasant’s last words and silently exchanged a shocked glance, and then watched the man opening the door and disappearing into the night. Roderick took a deep breath and said: “We’ll think about that later on. Now tell me, kid, how do you feel?”

“The truth? Wrecked. But as you once said, the human body has wondrous ways to heal itself, I will survive…”. Roderick couldn’t stay put and flung his arms around the young lad: “I feel so guilty…! I shouldn’t have let you do it! I… I should’ve bent to the peasant and let him fuck me…”

“Again, take no offense, Uncle Roderick: I’m much younger than you and… much more experienced in taking a wild fuck; that monster would’ve ripped you apart. But you did your part! Despite the pain, I was in awe seeing you getting hard and cum almost on command! There’s a reason why you’re an Uncle and I’m a Young Cousin…”

“You’ll make a wonderful Uncle, one day, my dear boy” – Roderick said, parting with Quinn; and then he noticed that Quinn was sporting a throbbing erection and shot at him a questioning glance. “Eh, no wonder I’m rock-hard… Can you guess the pressure that your two massive cocks put on my prostate? I’ll ask a fellow monk to give me some relief, later on.”

Roderick looked thoughtfully at Quinn’s eyes, then at his stiff cock and then again at his eyes, and flashed a mysterious grin; he moved to the bed, lay down on his back and, under Quinn’s astonished gaze, he raised his legs and presented his almost inviolate hole, still slick with oil. “I owe you so much, Quinn. If it wasn’t for you, now this hole would’ve been destroyed beyond recover. Come, my sweet boy, and bestow on me the blessing of your Fountain…”

Quinn cautiously climbed on the bed, still incredulous for the once-in-a-lifetime chance he had been offered. He thoroughly greased his own cock with scented oil and knelt between Roderick’s muscular splayed legs. There was a mutual, intense exchange of glances full of affection and respect, and then Quinn’s manhood found its way into the revered Uncle’s sancta sanctorum. Roderick was not used to be penetrated, but Quinn was tender and delicate, and gave to the older man ample time to get used to the sweet invasion.

Everything came so natural to both of them! Quinn, usually on the receiving end, felt his own hips moving by themselves with manly confidence, thrusting his stiff cock into Roderick’s depths; and Roderick, always the top man, instinctively relaxed his hole and welcomed the sweet warm rod, opening for it his most private and secret doors.

The oil lamp on the nightstand flicked and burned for a long time, while the two men, oblivious of the difference in age and rank, made sweet love looking into each other’s eye, without ever averting their gaze.

Quinn was dripping with sweat when he felt he couldn’t resist anymore; he leaned down, until their lips almost touched, and murmured the ancient words: “The Holy Fountain’s benison is being laid upon thee…”, and Roderick’s ass enjoyed the long-forgotten pleasure of being inundated by an impetuous stream of youthful manly seed.

 

~ The ordeal is over ~

It was quite late in the night when the monks, showered and refreshed after the exhausting fatigues of the Commonweal’s Benison, gathered in the dining hall to have a bite and exchange their tales.

The only monk missing, thankfully, was Great-Uncle Randel, who had convened the Benison in the first place, but then had carefully avoided to take part of it. «Not in the Blessing Stalls, anyway», Roderick thought gravely, remembering the yokel’s last unguarded words.

Roderick was roused from his tangled thoughts by a peal of laughter coming from the other side of the table, where Flann was describing how covertly experienced was the man who had been ‘forced’ by his wife to take all of Flann’s 13-incher down his gullet  [1]. “I tell you” – Flann joked amongst the laughter – “for the lad it was not the first ride at the cattle race!”

Other monks, too, related their experiences; many had been asked to just masturbate themselves to orgasm and bathe the peasants with their seed, a few others had been sucked off, and Glen (always hungry for cock!) confessed under his breath that he’d asked the peasant to lay down and let him ride his manly rod: “Just to help me bless him with my seed! I swear!”, Glen added, rousing many knowing chuckles.

Shay was sitting next to Ewan, in a thoughtful silence, and still looked quite shook up. The unexpected and tense confrontation with his father, who forced a shameful orgasm out of his unruly manhood  [2], had taken a heavy toll on him, as much as the ensuing definitive breakup of his relationship with his father.

But he didn’t want to think about that; his mind still wanted to linger on the beautiful memory of the sweet, mind-blowing fuck he got from Cassian… and the many unanswered questions that the mysterious stranger raised in him.

The relaxed vibes were abruptly interrupted by a stern, hatred voice coming from the door: “I’m glad to see that the entire Cousinhood enjoyed the Commonweal’s Benison!” – Randel said with a smirk – “I knew it was a great idea reviving that old tradition! I can’t wait for the next Blue Moon!”

He slowly walked closer to where Roderick was sitting and added with a malevolent grin: “Although not all the meetings with the peasants have been that joyful and pleasant… I’m terribly sorry for your misadventure, Roderick. I’ve been informed that your man hole has been seriously abused, probably irreparably wreaked, you must be terribly sore…”

The silence in the dining hall could be cut with a knife. Roderick slowly rose to his feet and menacingly towered over the Great-Uncle, whose grin instantly faded: “And pray, Randel, how exactly have you ‘been informed’ about that?”

Randel got pale, then blushed, understanding that somehow Roderick had found out who really was behind his encounter with the dangerous peasant and his unbelievably thick cock. Abusing once more his authority, Randel reacted with his usual arrogance: “What should that mean? Are you implying something? I’m not going to be insulted like this! I didn’t do anything and you can’t prove anything!”

Roderick was a mask of marble. He lowered his voice to a scaring hiss and said: “Excusatio non petita, accusatio manifesta… Unsolicited excuses are a clear accusation. Be careful, Randel. Be extremely careful!”

Randel gasped and feigned a great disdain, turned around with a theatrical twist of his long robe and walked at a fast pace to the door, shouting: “Insolent! I’m going back to my cell! And you all…” – he added before leaving, pointing his finger to the monks – “…since your duties are over, you are required to wear again your chastity devices! NOW! And you, golden boy, don’t forget your butt plug!”

Shay uttered a desperate whine, while Randel, with another testy twirl, disappeared in the dark hallway. Ewan put an arm around Shay’s shoulders and said in a comforting tone: “Come, let’s go to our cell. I’ll help you, I won’t make you feel the slightest pain.”

They moved to their room, and Shay heavily sat on his bed: “Give me just a moment, Ewan… I can’t wear that horrible plug right now… This Benison has been a wild ride…”

“I know, you told me about your father…”

“Yeah, that, but I can’t stop thinking to Cassian, too. At first he scared the hell out of me, with his horribly disfigured face and his arm branded with the symbol of the Blackthorne Dungeons, but then…”

“Shay, I’ve asked around, after you told me about that man” – Ewan said seriously – “and you’ve run a great risk. Rumor is that a dangerous man with a large scar has daringly escaped from the Dungeons, where he was waiting for execution, with charges of child rape and torture. He must be him. He’s an evil, dangerous man, and I’m grateful to the Holy Fountain to have protected you.”

“I… I can’t believe it” – Shay replied, shaking his head – “A child rapist could never be as sweet, caring, tender and understanding as Cassian has been with me! His eyes… well, his only eye was sincere, and I felt safe and loved in his arms, as if I was with Uncle Roderick, rather then him. Actually…” – Shay gasped, remembering more details of his encounter – “…he even called me ‘Nephew’ a couple times; and he seemed to know very well the rules of the Benison and the Cousinhood…”

“We don’t hold secrets, here…” – Ewan commented – “Many people know how the Cousins live and the hierarchy ruling an Asylum. As for the Benison, it’s an old and mostly forgotten tradition, but you told me you couldn’t assess his age, maybe he’s old enough to remember.”

“…Or he’s instructed enough in the secrets of the Holy Fountain to have read about it in the Holy Book” – Shay added, stubbornly.

Ewan was skeptic: “Shay, I trust your judgement, you see in people the good that no one else ever sees; but this time you’re mistaken. Cassian is a dangerous outlaw who, for some reason, had mercy on you. Now, let me help you with your butt plug and let’s wear again our cock cage. You know that Randel is on your tail, just waiting for the slightest mistake.”

Shay let out a disconsolate sigh and stood up, turned around and offered his ass to Ewan.

And true to his word, Ewan was so delicate and careful that Shay didn’t feel any pain when the hideous butt plug forced open once more his hole and firmly lodged itself into his ass.

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In the next chapter: Shay secretly meets again the mysterious Cassian; Ewan is hunted by his overactive libido; and the evil Great-Uncle Randel gets what he deserves.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] Flann met a married couple. The husband, Dan, was apparently submitted to his bullying wife, who forced Dan to choke on Flann’s big black cock; but Flann soon realized that the gurgles and gagging, as much as the man’s submission, was just a sham, and Dan was actually quite expert in sucking cock. See Ch. 29.
[2] Ignoring Shay’s ardent pleas, Master Conroy went on mocking his son for his sexual inclinations and masturbating him ‘like a girl’, bringing him to an unwilling and debasing orgasm. See Ch. 28.