The Holy Fountain

≈ Ch. 32: JUSTICE TRIUMPHS ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

The misdeeds of Great-Uncle Randel (the evil superintendent of all the Asylums) are exposed; Cassian (a mysterious man escaped from a dreadful prison) reveals his identity; Devin (a charming young Uncle who no one can resist to) digs deep into Randel’s body, as well as into his soul.

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~ Humiliated and exposed ~

Randel, the powerful Great-Uncle at the top of the monks’ hierarchy, the homophobic evil man who tried to destroy the Asylum’s serenity, was hanging his head in shame. After being impeached for betraying the very roots of the Holy Fountains, he’d been stripped naked and tied to a wooden X-shaped cross; a butt plug was painfully stretching his tight man hole and a spiked cock cage was restraining his manhood.

Despite the predicament, the sensual caresses of the monks and the exquisite blowjob he got from young Glen had brought him to a shameful, despised orgasm. Randel never felt more humiliated in his life. As soon as he could catch his breath from the intense climax, he raised his head and shot an irate and defiant glance at Roderick: “Laugh at me, while you can, you fool, but I’ll be the last one who laughs. As soon as your motion for my impeachment will be delivered to the Eastern Asylum, the Court will rule in my favor in minutes!”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re right, Randel” – Roderick replied, calmly – “I know that your friends, over at the Eastern Asylum, will rule in your favor. But you see, they must first receive our motion… and we’re regretfully out of headed paper. As you yourself pointed out, this is a small Asylum, lost in the middle of nowhere, it’s not easy to get proper supplies. It may take weeks, months even, before I can send a missive to the Eastern Asylum…”

“You… You can’t…” – Randel gasped – “This is a kidnap!”

“I’m just following the ancient rules you love so much… Maybe during your stay with us you will understand how wrong and evil you are. The Holy Fountain flows strong here, and I dearly hope it will enlighten your mind. I don’t hate you, I’m just protecting what I have most sacred, my Asylum and, above all, the monks that are all dear to my heart. I don’t want to hurt or humiliate you, Randel”.

“But I want to hurt and humiliate you, Roderick! You can’t hold me captive forever: sooner or later I’ll get free, one way or another, and the first thing I’ll do will be to burn down this filthy den of degenerates, and your beloved Nephews will live on the streets, like beggars!”

Roderick didn’t reply. He didn’t have a real plan, he was playing by ear, forced by the events; and he knew that Randel was right: there was no way to keep him locked forever. Maybe he’d overplayed his hand, and in the effort of saving his Cousinhood, he was going to lose everything. The other monks noticed Roderick’s deep frown and felt chills running down their spines.

“Ha!” – Randel exclaimed, realizing that Roderick was in a cul-de-sac – “You don’t laugh anymore, now! I swear you will bitterly regret what you’ve done to me, Roderick! This lurid Asylum without even a proper name will be wiped away from the charts! You’re going to rule over a heap of rubble, may the Holy Fountain be my witness!!”

In the deadly silence that ensued, a deep, authoritative voice said aloud: “I don’t think so, Randel…!”

Everybody turned to the door and many shocked exclamations echoed in the room, looking at the horribly disfigured man standing in the doorway, barely covered with a white bedsheet. On his left arm, the fire-branded symbol of the infamous Blackthorne Dungeons was clearly visible.

Immediately Roderick ordered: “Gaynor! Keenan! Capture him! He must be the fugitive we heard of!”

The two bulky monks moved to grab the man, but Shay ran faster then them and cinched the man’s waist with an arm, in a naïve attempt of protecting him: “No!! He’s… he’s not a bad man! I know him! Please!”

Roderick was extremely doubtful, but he decided to give credit to Shay’s discernment. He nodded his head, and Gaynor and Keenen stepped back. The man slowly moved across the deadly silent room toward the bound Randel, who started to squirm in fear, desperately trying to get free: “Don’t let this monster come closer to me!! Who are you? What do you want??”

“It’s been a long time since we last met” – the disfigured man said – “and my face… has definitely changed. But I’m sure that with a little effort you can recognize me, Randy…”

Randel became as pale as a ghost and he uttered an almost inaudible whisper: “Cassian! Only you ever dared to call me like that…”

“You didn’t forget” – Cassian replied with a chilling tone – “and neither did I. I didn’t forget that when the old Great-Uncle died, the Court of the Uncles elected me as his successor, not you! But you couldn’t play nice, once in a lifetime, could you? Blinded by your craving for power, you falsely accused me of horrible crimes and sent me to the Blackthorne Dungeons!”

“I just wanted you out of my way!” – Randel said aloud – “The seat of the Great-Uncle was destined to me! I… I couldn’t know that they would’ve sent you to the Dungeons!”

“You accused me of child rape and infanticide!!” – Cassian yelled, furious – “These are the most heinous crimes a man can commit! Where did you expect them to send me to, the kindergarten??”

“I… I’m sorry…” – Randel murmured, contrite, and Cassian stomped a foot on the floor: “You’re sorry? You are… sorry?? Look at what they did to me!! Do you think it was an accident? No, it took them hours to do it! They took their time, enjoying my screams of pain! Blades, hot iron rods, nails, they used on me whatever their evil mind could think of! I was meat for slaughter, after all, who would’ve cared if I lived or died! And when unexpectedly I survived, they kept on abusing my body and my mind in every possible way, both the guards and the inmates, for almost twenty years! I… I once was a man of peace” – Cassian whined, with trembling voice – “I was a scholar, I just wanted to pursue the way to the Holy Fountain…  Look at me now… Look at me…”.

Cassian’s voice cracked, and all the monks looked in pain at his face streaked with tears. Shay couldn’t stay put, and run to Cassian, flung his arms around his waist and pressed hard his face on his broad chest. Cassian held Shay tight and gave a tender kiss on his head: “My sweet, sweet Nephew… Your innocent love can soothe even the most festering wounds…”

“It’s not the first time you call me Nephew…” – Shay murmured – “Are… are you an Uncle?”

 

~ Unexpected turn of events ~

“I am Uncle Cassian of the Eastern Asylum” – the man confirmed, speaking aloud enough to be heard by everyone – “…or at least I lived there until the guards arrested me, due to the false accuses thrown at me by Randel!”

Roderick glanced gravely at Randel: “Is it true, what Cassian said?” – he asked seriously, and when Randel bowed his head in silence, Roderick went on: “The Holy Book states that a motion for impeachment must be judged by at least four Uncles coming from at least two different Asylums. We don’t need any more to ask the Eastern Asylum to rule on your case, Randel, because with Cassian the Court is complete. You have committed the most hideous crime a monk can commit toward another monk. And religious crimes are punished with imprisonment from ten to twenty years in the Blackthorne Dungeons. I’m afraid you’re going to taste your own medicine, Randel!”

“No!” – Shay screamed, in horror – “Uncle Cassian, you can’t let this happen! You can’t let another man suffer for the same… atrocities they did to you at the Dungeons! Please!”

Shay looked up at Cassian’s only eye, hoping to have a sympathetic glance in return, but all he saw was an icy cold restrained fury. The silence in the room could be cut with a knife, and then, at long last, Cassian said in a menacing tone: “In this very moment, I would torture you with my own hands, Randel, and sure enough I’d be glad to see you become the prison bitch of the Dungeon’s inmates and guards. But it’s not wise for a man to take an important decision while a storm rages in his heart. I’ll take my decision later on. For the time being, I will rely on Roderick’s judgement.”

“Your magnanimity does you credit, Cassian.” – Roderick replied – “Then, this is what we’ll do. We all Uncles will sign a sentence against Randel, but we’ll keep it secret, hidden here at the Asylum: it will be our insurance for… whatever trick Randel might want to try when free. And you, Randel, will sign a sworn statement and retract your accusations against Cassian. And then you will write to the Eastern Asylum, announcing that for personal reasons you irrevocably resign from your post of Great-Uncle.”

Cassian nodded gravely, regaining his poise: “I bow to your wisdom, Roderick. Believe me, I’m not an evil man. Or I wasn’t, anyway. The Dungeons can ruin any man, and I had a hard time keeping my sanity, there; but I’ve never left the path of the Holy Fountain. I don’t know if I’ll ever find the strength to forgive Randel, but I’m willing to try. What is really hard to forgive is the sorrow and the pain that Randel has brought into the Cousinhood all over the country: joy has been replaced by fear, in the monks’ hearts, love turned into sorrow. Hopefully, the next Great-Uncle will be an enlightened monk, a good-hearted man who knows the ways of the Holy Fountain, forgives the mistakes and guides the monks with a loving and fatherly hand…”

“I know he will” – Roderick replied with a mysterious grin – “or better, I know he is. You’ve already been elected Great-Uncle, Cassian. Your title must have been suspended because of your alleged crime, but you will soon be rehabilitated, and you will rightfully take the Purple robe. It will take a couple weeks or so, for the papers to travel back and forth to the Eastern Asylum, but for me… for all of us, these are just useless formalities. May the Holy Fountain always guide your steps, Great-Uncle Cassian!”

The monks couldn’t restrain joyous and surprised exclamations, and some of them, cautiously, went to Cassian and reverently kissed his hand, briefly glancing with uneasiness at his horribly disfigured face.

“I… I don’t know what to say…” – Cassian murmured – “I’m overwhelmed. I didn’t expect such a surprising turn of events… But I’ve waited twenty years, a couple weeks more won’t make any difference. I will wait here, with your permission, until the official decree arrives from the Eastern Asylum. And I… er… I will find a way to cover my offending face: I don’t blame you, my Nephews, for the disgust in your eyes, as I myself can barely stand my own reflection in the mirror.”

Shay stepped in front of Cassian, pushed himself up onto his toes and placed a tender kiss on the ugly scar cutting through the man’s cheek, right next to the mangled eyelid that mercifully covered the empty orb. “As I told you” – Shay said with a loving smile – “this… imperfection on your face doesn’t scare me anymore, as I know how wonderful a man lies beneath it.”

The other monks, heartened by Shay’s display of affection, grew bolder and gave a warmer welcome to Cassian, shaking hands with him, not afraid anymore of looking straight at his only eyes with sincere respect and friendliness.

When the room became quiet again, Roderick looked at Randel, still naked and tied to the cross, and sighed. “Devin” – he called – “we’re now moving to the Chapter Hall, to give to Cassian a proper welcome and more appropriate vestments. For the time being, you will be Randel’s guardian. When we’re gone, please untie Randel, help him remove his contraptions devices and give him something to wear, take a black habit from Orren’s drawers. Keep him locked in this room, help him get cleaned and feed him...”

“…And fuck him.” – Roderick then added after a pause – “As many times as you feel to.”

“Sorry?” – Devin exclaimed, astonished by Roderick’s last instructions.

“Oh, I don’t mean to force him. Or you.” – Roderick made clear, flashing a suggestive glance at Devin – “But I’ve never met a man who didn’t fall for you, whatever his sexual inclinations. Do your magic, widen Randel’s horizons… so to speak… and hopefully he’ll understand how joyful can be being blessed by the essence of the Holy Fountain.”

Randel looked anxiously at the monks leaving the room, with his heart thumping hard. He shot a scared glance at Devin, and when he stared back at him, Randel suddenly blushed, thinking at what the athletic and handsome monk was going to do to him.

 

~ A masculine touch ~

Devin didn’t waste time, and quickly untied Randel and removed his cock cage. Randel stood motionless, as if life had flown away from his heart. Devin let him lay on the bed, raised his legs and grabbed the butt plug by its handle: “It will hurt a bit…” – he warned; Randel averted his gaze and replied: “The worst pain you can give me would be nothing, compared to what I’ve done to Cassian.”

With great caution, Devin twisted and pulled the plug, until it fell out of the once-tight hole, that looked loosened and reddened. Devin opened a drawer and took a jar containing a whitish cream: “This ointment will make you feel better” – he explained, and Randel closed his eyes, ready to have his hole violated again by a manly hand.

But soon he realized that Devin’s fingers were doing anything by violating his intimacy, they were caring and respectful, and gently spread the ointment all around and into the hurting hole, bringing a sudden relief to the pain.

When done, Devin took away his own habit and lay naked on the bed, next to Randel. “Are… Are you going to fuck me?” – Randel asked, uneasy. Devin rolled on his side, supporting his head with his hand, to better look down at Randel: “No. I’m not going to fuck you. I’m not going to do anything to you. But I wish you to look at me, at my body. We’re alone, the world is out of that door. Look at me and tell me what you see, what you feel, sincerely.”

“Your body… is very fit” – Randel said cautiously – “and you have a very handsome face. What a pity. Many a woman would die to lay you…”

“And many did” – Devin replied, giggling at Randel’s surprised expression – “Why are you surprised? Not all the monks, here, have a natural inclination to man-love, quite the opposite.”

“But… if so… why do you bend your nature to… acts that you surely must despise?”

“Should I despise love?” – Devin said with a sincere smile – “Because that’s what those ‘acts’ you’re talking about are: acts of love. What the Holy Fountain taught me is that it doesn’t really matter where love comes from: it always bathes you with its tenderness and fills your heart, making you feel alive, more alive than ever. Man, woman, old, young… who cares? Love has no gender, no age. Listen to your heart, not to those people who pretend to teach you how to live your life.”

Randel listened to Devin’s word in deep silence, while his eyes wandered over Devin’s body, now focusing on his nervous legs, now on his limp dick, now on his wide nipples peeking out of the chest hair. Almost by itself, Randel’s hand rose from the mattress and hesitantly brushed Devin’s pecs, playing with the thick body hair and lingering on the pointy nipples.

Devin inhaled sharply when the prying fingers pinched and tickled his titties, and Randel murmured: “Does it give you… pleasure?”

“You can tell yourself…” – Devin replied in a seductive voice, pointing his gaze to his own crotch, where his dick was starting to swell and rise. Randel gasped and hurriedly withdrew his hand: “You… you are getting aroused… by my touch? By a… man’s touch?”

“Why shouldn’t I? Your touch is gentle and respectful, sensual and sincere: that’s what really matters, that’s what my body feels. Whether you are a man or a woman is a… secondary element. Love is love.”

“Oh, come on! How can two men possibly love each other?!” – Randel replied, stubbornly fighting the subtle attraction he was feeling for Devin’s body. Devin shook his head: “Well, I can’t love you like husband and wife love each other, if that’s what you mean. What we monks feel for one another is a different kind of love, it’s sharing our intimacy, melting our souls into one. Maybe not for the life, but it’s intense nevertheless.”

“Two souls merging into one…” – Randel murmured with a hurting tone, frowning and averting his suddenly moist eyes; Devin softly inquired: “Life has always been hard for you, hasn’t it?”

“Wh… What you mean?” – Randel gasped. “Being your father’s son” – Devin replied – “Having a golden path laid under your feet. Your father is by far the biggest patron of the Asylums, and sure enough he planned a bright future for you, within the Cousinhood…”

“…and I had no choice but to follow that path.” – Randel confirmed, frowning – “He never asked me what I wanted, he forced me into a life I didn’t feel my own… And the worst part was that I had to rejoice for what I had! I climbed to the highest posts of the hierarchy without having any merit but being my father’s son. The monks despised me for that. I’ve been lonely all my life, but living at the Asylum made me feel even lonelier! And I poured my resentment on the Holy Fountain, the Asylum and the Cousinhood. If I couldn’t feel any joy, no one had to, either!”

There was a long moment of silence, and then Randel took a deep breath, stood on the bed on all fours and said with a defiant tone: “Come on, do it. Fuck me. Punish and humiliate me as I deserve…”

“I’m not going to do anything like that.” – Devin objected – “You’re not ready, you’re still sore from the butt plug, and sure enough you would hate being fucked by a man.”

“You heard the big boss Roderick, didn’t you?” – Randel urged him – “Fuck me. I know, I’m not one of those eye-candy monks you’re used to, probably I’m not good enough to even make you get hard; but you’re an Uncle, exert your Temperance, force your manhood to rise and make me pay for my sins…”

 

~ Where’s the pain? ~

Devin pondered Randel’s words and then made up his mind. He stood on his knees, took position behind Randel’s hairy ass and thoroughly oiled his own already stiffening cock, and used his fingers to spread more oil into Randel’s hole. And then, with utmost tenderness, he slowly pushed his manhood into the slick chute.

Randel didn’t feel any pain whatsoever, as the butt plug had already stretched his tight hole quite wide, and Devin’s endowment was anything but massive, with his six inches; but Devin knew how to get the most out of his six inches, he was a real master at his craft, and he penetrated Randel with great care and respect, sparing him the slightest discomfort.

The stiff rod started moving back and forth into the velvety hole, and Randel pressed his face on the mattress, muffling a moan; he pushed back his ass, to add momentum to Devin’s caring thrusts, but Devin took a great care not to push too hard, and to aim his skilled manhood to Randel’s joy button. Blow by blow, the tender, inexperienced prostate sent shivers of pleasure through Randel’s spine, who started whining: “No… This can’t be… No!”

Devin instantly slowed down, alarmed, and asked: “What’s wrong?”

“Where is the pain??” – Randel exclaimed with cracking voice – “How come your manly member isn’t splitting my man hole apart? Why… Why does it feel… so good?? We’re two men, for the Fountain’s sake! Two men can’t do… do… something this sweet!”

“Then, what are you complaining for?” – Devin joked, and Randel surprised him: “Because… I don’t want to feel this pleasure! I don’t want your manly rod to make me feel so good! I’m not a pervert like you!”

Devin didn’t relent: “Take it as a punishment, then. No matter how hard you protest, no matter how vehement are your complaints, I will make you writhe with exquisite pleasure, I will enflame your body, and I’ll make you experience the most powerful orgasm of your entire life…”

He went on making sweet love to Randel’s ass with even greater tenderness, and battered Randel’s prostate with a barrage of perfectly aimed blows, rejoicing at Randel’s muffled moans and unstoppable squirms. He bent over to Randel’s back and reached around to his furry torso, diving his fingers into the thick body hair, in search of the sensitive nipples.

“No! Fuck, no…” – Randel almost screamed, when additional surges of irresistible pleasure radiated from his manhandled nipples, making his own cock throb hard, like it had a life of its own. “Oh, yes…” – Devin replied, seductively – “Don’t fight me, let the pleasure wash over your body, cleanse your mind and fill your life. This is the true secret of the Holy Fountain, Randel. Love can wash away everything: guilt, sorrow, anxiety. Don’t reject it… Let me love you…”

Devin pulled Randel on his knees, and went on fucking him from behind, brushing his hands on his chiseled torso. When he reached down to Randel’s rock-hard cock and curled his fingers around the rigid shaft, the man bucked for the intense feeling and moaned feebly: “Don’t love me… Don’t love me, Devin, as I don’t deserve it! Haven’t you seen what I’ve done to Cassian? There can’t be forgiveness for me…”

“How wrong you are” – Devin said softly, pacing up his pelvic thrusts – “Yes, we’re human beings, we’re not perfect, and gaining Cassian’s forgiveness will be hard; but the Holy Fountain, in its perfection, has already forgiven you, and is about to bless you through my imperfect inner Fountain.”

“You… You mean you’re about… to shoot your manly seed into my hole??”

“I’m about to bathe you with the blessed essence of the Holy Fountain” – Devin corrected – “Open your soul to me, abandon yourself to the pleasure, listen to the call of the Fountain and… nnngghh… take the gush of the Sacred SprinNNNGGHHH!!”

The moment Randel felt the first powerful, warm shot of manly juice flood his insides, he gave in and let his own pleasure explode. With a raucous exhale, he stiffened and his cock, firmly locked into Devin’s grip, erupted an almost continuous flow of thick man cream that splatted on the headboard and wetted the mattress.

Lost in the sexual delirious, Randel kept repeating: “Thank you… Thank you…”, and his ejaculation seemed to never end. When the orgasm finally trailed off, Randel fell on all four and stood there, panting hard, with his heart thumping madly.

Devin recoiled, surprised by the amount of semen Randel had shot and the intensity of his climax, and commented: “Man, you’ve been saving it up!”

“Again, I had no choice. There are no women at the Asylum, and I… I’m not a perverted. But wait… scratch the last one: I am. No real man can blow such a powerful load while submitting to another man…”

“No. Stop there.” – Devin said, seriously, gently forcing Randel to look at him – “I shouldn’t really explain this to a Great-Uncle, but you didn’t ‘submit to a man’, you let yourself bask in the joy of the Holy Fountain, and let me… love you. Look into my eyes, Randel: you can see I’m true. The Holy Fountain has forgiven you: it’s not for me to say it’s wrong. My blessing was sincere.”

“So…” – Randel said, still dubious, and quite uneasy – “didn’t you… just enjoy my body?”

Devin flashed an irresistible smile: “I won’t lie to you. I greatly enjoyed your body. My Temperance is strong, but I didn’t have to put any effort in exerting it. Your manly, chiseled body was so sexy, so enticing, and your hole was so warm and welcoming that I couldn’t resist. Does it make you feel uneasy? Knowing that a man finds your body so sexually attractive?”

Randel stood silent for a long moment, clearly restraining a grin of shameful pride, and replied: “As far as I remember, no one so far ever found me sexually attractive. It feels… good, in a way. But sure enough you’re the first and the last person to tell me so.”

“I wouldn’t bet on that” – Devin mused, winking – “I found you attractive because, probably for the first time, you let someone enter your world, get in touch with you. Do you know what Shay told me, when he first met you?”

“Aw… damn… I’ve been awful to that kid. He must’ve told you plague and horns of me…”

“He actually said, quote: ‘He’d be extremely sexy, if he wasn’t the hatred Randel’. Now, I know that a lot of people hold grudge against you, but don’t hold them off. Some of them may hurt you, but if you open yourself to the others, if you listen to them and don’t hide behind a purple robe, they may surprise you for the better.”

“Open myself to them…” – Randel murmured, thoughtful, and then a shy grin appeared on his face – “Maybe I could start right now… With you…”

Devin looked down at Randel’s crotch and saw his member swelling proud: after such a long abstinence, he was not done, apparently. “Are you sure?” – Devin asked, and Randel nodded excited: “Roderick said ‘Fuck him as many times as you feel to’. So, if you feel to…”

“I definitely feel to.” – Devin said with a wide grin, while his cock, once again, rose to a stiff erection.

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In the next chapter: After their dramatic breakup, Shay meets again his father Master Conroy, whose revelations are both unsettling and heartwarming; then, he brings a gift to Cassian, who opens himself to the boy in ways that neither of them thought possible.

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Footnotes and references:

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