The Holy Fountain

≈ Ch. 34: EWAN’S TORMENT ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

Ewan (a dominant hairy monk in his 20s), in a rush of jealousy, sexually abuses Shay (his good-hearted 18-y.o. roommate and lover); then, feeling hurt and guilty, he seeks solitude in the underground Springs, where the gigantic and fatherly Gaynor teaches him an exquisite lesson in Submission.

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~ Ewan feels hurt ~

“You had fun with your Cassian, I can tell…”

Ewan’s voice was full of resentment and restrained anger. The glance he shot at Shay made the boy feel shamefully naked… as he actually was. Shay had just come back to the cell he shared with Ewan, late in the night, after making the sweetest love to Cassian, and was still covered with sweat and sperm; unwilling to make his habit dirty, Shay had decided to walk back to his room naked, holding his robe in a hand, and that was how Ewan was now seeing him.

Shay was puzzled by Ewan’s unusual reaction, as having sex with other monks was the norm, there at the Asylum; but it was more than obvious that Ewan was really upset, so he timidly asked: “Ewan… Are you… angry with me for something?”, but Ewan just grunted, rolled on the bed so to give his back to Shay and curtly replied: “No. Good night, Shay.”

After a long moment of silence, Shay dropped on his knees, next to Ewan’s bed, and pleaded: “Ewan… Talk to me… Is it for Cassian?”

“Cassian, who else?” – Ewan angrily replied, turning around and pushing Shay away; he suddenly got off the bed and menacingly towered over Shay, still kneeling on the floor: “Apparently, you can’t think to anyone else, lately! Cassian here, Cassian there…! Today, you spent the entire day with your father, making a leather eye-patch for him, and when you came back, you ran to him, without even say hello to me! At least, from what I can say, he appreciated the gift very much!”

“Come on, Ewan…” – Shay cautiously replied, raising a hand and placing it on Ewan’s thigh – “You’re unjust to me. Haven’t I always been here for you, whenever you needed me? Haven’t I always given to you whatever you asked me? Since my first days here at the Asylum, I let you… do to me things that I’d never thought possible! I was so scared, and even a bit disgusted by man-sex, back then, as I thought of myself as a totally straight guy; and nevertheless, I gave you… all of me, my hands, my mouth, my ass, everything! Including… my heart! And I went on giving you everything whenever you needed it, no matter how painful it could be. When your overactive libido takes control of you, believe me, it’s not easy to satisfy your greed. And yet, I never let you down, out of love for you! Out of love!”

Ewan didn’t seem impressed by Shay’s speech: “Apparently, those times are gone. Now you give… ‘everything of you’ to Cassian!”

Shay, still sitting on his heels on the floor, leaned to Ewan and gently hugged his legs, placing his cheek on his hips: “You know that you’ve always been very special to me, Ewan…” – he said with a warm, seductive tone, sneaking his hands under Ewan’s loincloth and taking handfuls of his firm buttocks – “I’ve come to know and love every inch of your body… Your astounding glutes… Your beautiful member… Your muscular, ripped hairy body…”

Ewan’s breath paced up a little, and the front of his loincloth had a sudden twinkle; Shay knew he was on the right path and gave a light kiss on Ewan’s stiffening manhood, barely covered by the loincloth. “I love every single vein, every crease and every inch of skin of your gorgeous cock… It’s so manly, so enticing…”

With a swift move, Shay unlaced Ewan’s loincloth and buried his nose into Ewan’s crotch, deeply inhaling his manly scent. “Mmmmhh… It smells so good…” – he murmured, and then opened his mouth and let the now fully hard member invade his mouth. He laved the stiff shaft with saliva, and flickered his tongue on the exposed glans, insisting on the sensitive corona.

“You are my man, Ewan, and no one else…” – Shay then said with passion, holding Ewan’s cock with both hands and feasting on the engorged helmet – “I’d do anything for you, I’d give you anything you ask me, never doubt it…”

“Anything, uh?” – Ewan curtly replied – “Let’s see how sincere you are…”

Ewan slapped Shay’s hands away and grabbed his head, looking down at him with a defiant, arrogant glare in his eyes: “Open as wide as you can. Wider! Good… Now keep your mouth open like this…”

Holding Shay’s head in his firm grip, Ewan slowly pushed his hips forward, until his glans rested on Shay’s tongue; then pushed another inch in, reaching the back of the mouth. As soon as the stiff cock touched Shay’s throat, the boy flinched, but he forced himself to stay still, with his mouth wide open as ordered.

The hot rod started pushing on Shay’s throat muscles, trying to force them open, and Shay uttered a few gurgles, unable as he was to do anything to prevent the slow, unstoppable, merciless violation of his gullet. He looked up at Ewan, silently pleading him not to go on, not to humiliate him, treating him like a bitch, but Ewan’s eyes were as cold as ice.

Ewan pushed another inch of his cock into Shay’s vulnerable open mouth, forcing his way through the throat muscles and invading the sensitive esophagus. Shay desperately tried to keep his gag reflex in check, but he was not that experienced, and chocked hard. His eyes filled with tears, but not for the violation of his throat: what Shay couldn’t stand was seeing his beloved Ewan abusing him with such a merciless determination.

Another mighty push, and Ewan’s entire cock was fully buried into Shay’s protesting gullet. Shay gagged hard and chocked, and patted Ewan’s thighs with his hands, but Ewan held Shay’s head even more firmly and didn’t let him go.

By now, Shay was desperately in need of air, he was gagging on the massive meat filling his throat, and started slapping hard Ewan’s thighs, trying to push him away. When he was feeling dizzy for the lack of air, Ewan started pulling out, but before withdrawing completely his cock, he cruelly shoved it in again, all the way down Shay’s throat, making the boy’s eyes bulge out for the violence of the onslaught. Then, abruptly, Ewan shoved Shay away, making him fall back to the floor.

“Anything, uh? You’re pathetic…” – Ewan said in a glacial tone, looking down at Shay, sprawled on the floor, drawing rugged breaths – “Go to your Cassian and let him instruct you better on how taking a man’s cock. And when you’re ready, come back and show me how good a cocksucker you’ve become!”

Then he headed to the door, without even bothering to pick up his loincloth, and went out, growling: “Don’t wait for me.”

Shay flinched when the door slammed. His cheeks were streaked with tears. He tried to utter a desperate: “Ewan…”, but his abused throat let out an almost inaudible, hoarse sound.

 

~ The Springs ~

Gaynor, whose cell was just a couple doors away, heard the fuss coming from the hallway and quickly brought his massive frame out of the bed; he peeked through a crack in the door and saw Ewan, naked and hard, walking with angry steps toward the Springs, the underground training ground and hot pool, and silently followed him.

When he stepped into the Springs, he saw Ewan nervously pacing the gym area, muttering angry words to himself. «Troubles in the lovebirds’ nest…» – Gaynor thought, and sighed. Ewan didn’t realize that Gaynor was after him until he felt a massive hand gently touching his shoulder.

“Whatever you’re here for, I don’t need it” – Ewan brusquely said, but Gaynor retorted, pointing his chin to Ewan’s still stiff cock: “It seems to me that you badly need something, actually…”

Ewan grimaced, remembering how forceful and merciless he’d been with Shay, but he didn’t want to admit to himself that he did something wrong to Shay. He deserved it! But Gaynor’s deep, gentle gaze made his conscience stir. “I… I don’t… Fuck!” – Ewan exclaimed, torn between the remorse and the pain he was feeling at the same time.

“Come…” – Gaynor said softly – “I want to show you a special place”. He gently pushed Ewan toward the farthest corner of hot spring, and when they were on the edge, Gaynor took away his loincloth and entered the warm water, pulling Ewan with him.

“What’s so special of this place?” – Ewan grunted – “I know the hot spring, I come here every day!”

“This is a special spot, the legend says that beneath this very spot the Holy Spring itself gushes out from the depths of the Earth. I don’t know if this is true, but in this place, all the knots tying our souls suddenly come undone.”

Gaynor hugged Ewan from behind, wrapping him into his strong, protective arms, but Ewan squirmed and tried to wriggle out, as he was feeling bad, he didn’t feel he deserved such a tenderness, after what he’d done to Shay: “Let me go, I have nothing to say to you!” – he curtly said, but Gaynor held him tight: “Well let me tell you something, then. Do you know who I was holding in my arms, last time I came to this spot? Shay. Poor boy, he was on the verge of crying…”

“Shay…? Why… When…?” – Ewan asked, feeling his love for Shay suddenly revive under the dark veil of the jealousy.

“He was upset because he’d seen you making sweet love to Glen, and was sure to have lost you, as you apparently were deeply involved with Glen. It wasn’t just a fuck, what Shay saw you giving to Glen: you were making sweet love to him, the way you usually made love to Shay. The poor boy was devastated. [1]”

“Shay was jealous of Glen??” – Ewan exclaimed, surprised – “But… There’s nothing between us! Yes, I make love to him, now and then, he’s always so eager, it’s hard to resist, and besides, why should I? I don’t take anything away from Shay when I make love to Glen…”

“But you now feel that Shay has taken something away from you…”

“I’ve lost him…” – Ewan whined with a deeply anguished frown.

Gaynor sighed: “I know that Shay lately spends a lot of time with Cassian, but it’s not different than you making love to Glen. You and Shay share something special, a strong bond that neither Glen nor Cassian can jeopardize. You sometimes feel the need to express your dominant masculinity with a younger boy like Glen, and Shay feels the need to surrender to the manliness of an older man. It’s only natural. You haven’t lost him.”

“I have,” – Ewan insisted with trembling voice – “because tonight I… I raped him. I forced him to suck me, it was rough and humiliating for him. I hurt him, I’m sure he won’t ever forgive me, I’ve lost him…”

“This is grave” – Gaynor said seriously – “and you’ll have to make proper amend to Shay. But you underestimate Shay’s love for you and his good-heartedness. Ah, Ewan, Ewan….” – he sighed, slowly brushing his big palms over Ewan’s chest, playing with his body hair and tracing with his fingers the ridges of Ewan’s muscular torso – “You’re such a fine specimen of manhood… Look at these pecs… And these chiseled abs… No wonder many monks glance at you with more than a sparkle of lust in their eyes…”

“Do they…?” – Ewan asked, feigning disbelief, but inwardly smiling with pride.

“You know well they do, I saw you putting yourself on display when training. You are fully aware of your physical prowess and your dominant manliness: these are your most valuable qualities. But unfortunately they’re also your most dangerous flaws…”

Gaynor’s hands, by now, were greedily roaming Ewan’s full body, stroking his thighs, cupping his balls, scratching his nipples, and it didn’t take long until Gaynor’s member started stiffening and thickening, pressing against Ewan’s buttocks.

Ewan gasped and tried to evade Gaynor’s poking manhood, but Gaynor was too big, his arms wrapped him completely, his hands were everywhere. “Gaynor… You’re getting hard…” – Ewan cautiously said – “I… I don’t give my ass to other men, you know that…”

“You see? I was right” – Gaynor replied, pushing even more sensually his hips against Ewan’s ass – “You’re so dominant, so manly that you are unable to surrender to a man, not even once in a while. You’re always the one in control, and when things don’t go like you want, you react with anger.”

Ewan didn’t reply, because Gaynor was right, painfully, shamefully right.

“It’s about time you exert some Submission, Ewan. I’m quite sure you took vow of Submission when you where a Novice, didn’t you?”

Ewan gasped: “Are you… Are you commanding me to give you my ass?”

“These are The Springs” – Gaynor replied, with a seductive tone – “The time-honored rule states that here we’re not bound to our vows, there is no hierarchy: I’m not an Older Cousin, you’re not a Young Cousin, we’re just two men. I am asking you to surrender to me, because you need to discover the peace of mind and the physical pleasure of putting yourself into another man’s hands.”

 

~ Lesson of Submission ~

Gaynor’s mellow voice and his sensual touch were making Ewan’s head spin; Ewan’s cock was as hard as steel, and his breath was heavy. “I… I hardly open myself to other men…” – Ewan then said with an anxious tone – “and you’re so big… It will hurt…”

“I’ll be careful, but yes, at first it will hurt, even if you’re not a virgin. It’s not easy giving yourself to another man completely, lowering all your defenses, but you’re all man, you can do it, Ewan. Prove to yourself how strong is your Submission…”

“I’m yours…” – Ewan uttered in a hoarse whisper, surrendering to Gaynor superior manliness and pushing back his buttocks against the giant monk’s hips. He held his breath, feeling Gaynor maneuver his thick man tool in search of its tight wrinkled target, made moist and slippery by the hot mineral water.

At first, Gaynor couldn’t gain entrance, as Ewan was finding hard to relax and truly open himself to the tender assault. “Don’t fight me” – Gaynor murmured, pinching Ewan’s nipples to distract him – “I’m not your enemy… I’m your lover… I’m your man…”

“NNNGGHH…!” – Ewan grunted through his clenched teeth when the fat helmet made its way through the tight opening. Gaynor froze, but Ewan urged him: “Take me… You’re my man… I don’t care if you… --Holy Spring!!”

Ewan was suddenly washed away by the sensual feeling of the big meat filling his insides, with the wide helmet brushing in an irresistible way against his sensitive prostate, unused to such sensations. “Ooohh!!! Don’t stop…! GGHH…! Fuck, it hurts, but in such a wonderful way…!!”

“I’m inside you, all the way.” – Gaynor said in a sensual tone – “I knew you could take it like the manly stud you are. Now forget the pain, and enjoy the pleasure…”

Gaynor started easing his massive tool back and forth into Ewan’s tight chute, very carefully, and when he heard Ewan utter a long, feeble squeal of pleasure, he stifled a smile. Held tight into Gaynor’s arms, Ewan barely touched the bottom of the hot spring with his feet, and he felt literally in the hands of the massive, manly monk who was reaming his ass from behind, easing his thick member in and out of the tender chute with consummate experience and great passion.

Ewan groaned with abandon, feeling the warm water caressing his thighs and titillating his cock, while Gaynor’s manhood pressed buttons inside him that he’s almost forgotten to have. It was not the first time Ewan surrendered to a man, but he rarely did it, and in that moment he wondered why on Earth he was so stupid, denying to himself such an exquisite pleasure.

“I’m a man…” – Ewan murmured to himself, as a sort of answer to his own inner question, and heard Gaynor say into his ear: “You are. Especially in this moment. Any man can shove his cock in an ass, but only real men can surrender themselves like you’re doing now…”

It was true, Ewan felt 100% man in that moment, and the discovery made him feel exhilarated. The powerful pistoning into his ass, the thick helmet relentlessly brushing his prostate, and Gaynor’s hands roaming freely his body put a fire in Ewan, who tensed, on the verge of his climax: “You’re making me cum… Ohh… I’m so close…”

“Hold it back…” – Gaynor said with a voice that exuded all the sexual tension he was feeling himself – “It’s about time you exert some Temperance, too. Hold back, don’t cum… I’m almost there… Aaahh… Yes… YESSSS!!”

Gaynor slammed hard his cock into Ewan’s ass one last time, with a tremendous thrust, and a torrent of manly juice flooded Ewan’s depths. Ewan groaned loud, fighting with all his strength his own need to cum. His man wanted him to resist, to exert his Temperance, and he had to comply, no matter what.

Then suddenly everything was over. Gaynor locked Ewan into his arms, panting, while his massive cock slipped off the loosened hole. Ewan was feeling dizzy, but he was proud of himself, as he managed to hold his own semen and resist his urge to cum. But he was puzzled, too.

“Why didn’t you let me cum, Gaynor? Look at me, I’m hard as ever, and my balls are bursting for release…”

Gaynor made Ewan turn around and looked straight into his eyes: “I wanted you to save yourself for someone else, someone who’s now probably restlessly rolling in his bed, wetting his pillow with tears. You have a hard task ahead of you: gaining Shay’s forgiveness.”

“But when he sees me like this, he will think I’m back to hurt him again, and won’t want to talk to me!”

“If so, you’ll accept it, and tonight you won’t get any sexual satisfaction, no matter how hard it will be for you. You owe it to Shay. You see, I’ve asked you to surrender yourself to me, tonight, because you have to learn how to surrender yourself to Shay. Surrendering to a man is not just a sexual role, it’s something deeper, it’s a matter of true respect, love, trust. You feel these things for Shay, don’t you?”

“I do, with all my heart” – Ewan replied, but his eyes were veiled with sadness, unsure as he was that Shay still wanted him.

“Surrender to him. Honor and respect him, and above all, love him, and he will love you back. I’m going to tell you something I once told to Shay, too. The bond you two share can’t be shattered by anything but one thing: if you stop believing in it and start doubting Shay’s love. Now go, and remember what I said.”

Ewan nodded silently and climbed out of the hot pool; he felt his muscles twitching for the repressed and unsatisfied sexual tension and prepared himself to a night of torment, as Shay for sure wouldn’t want to even talk to him, much less let him cum.

«No, I trust Shay!» – Ewan forced himself to think, taking a deep breath – «He loves me, I must not doubt it. He will forgive me and will have mercy on me. I’ve acted horribly with him, but he’s better than me…»

He stopped in front of his door and quietly opened it; his irrepressible, throbbing erection was the first part of him to enter the room, and he felt terribly self-conscious and ashamed about it.

Hearing the door, Shay rolled on the bed and looked at Ewan with a scared expression: “Have you come back to finish what you started?”

“Shay…” – Ewan murmured, almost in a pleading whine – “Don’t look me with those eyes… Please… If you let me explain…”

“If you want to explain, then start explaining that!” – Shay replied, tense, pointing his chin to Ewan’s stiff manhood.

Ewan lowered his gaze and said, in a submissive tone that Shay had never heard from him: “Believe it or not, this is… a gift for you.”

Shay gave a long look at Ewan, at his still wet hairy body, his beautiful erected cock, his pleading eyes, and felt a throb in his heart… and another one under his loincloth. To tell the truth, he had forgiven Ewan the moment he’d heard his first shameful, contrite words; but was wickedly determined to keep Ewan on his toes, for the time being.

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In the next chapter: Ewan will pay a very little price to gain back Shay’s love and earn his forgiveness. And then, at dinner, several important announcements will change the future of the Asylum.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] Gaynor is telling the truth: Shay was devoured by jealousy, after spotting Ewan making love to Glen. It took Gaynor all his tenderness and sensibility to make Shay understand that neither Glen nor any other monk could take Shay’s place in Ewan’s heart. See Ch. 19.