The Holy Fountain

≈ Ch. 35: THE NEW GREAT-UNCLE ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

Ewan (a dominant hairy monk in his 20s), after abusing Shay (his good-hearted 18-y.o. roommate and lover), pays a very little price to gain back Shay’s love and earn his forgiveness. And then, at dinner, several important announcements change the future of the Asylum.

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~ A throbbing gift ~

Shay, from his bed, looked intensely at Ewan’s eyes, then at his muscular hairy body, twitching for the sexual tension, to then focus on his beautiful throbbing cock, veiny and dark-skinned. Shay painfully remembered when Ewan, no longer than an hour earlier, had forcefully shoved that very same powerful man tool down his throat, mercilessly ignoring Shay’s pleads to stop. And then, after treating him like a cheap whore, had gone away, slamming close the door.

Ewan had come back an hour later, in the middle of the night, visibly excited and aroused, and at first Shay had been afraid that Ewan was about to assault him again; but Ewan, with a contrite and shameful demeanor, said that he was sorry, and that his throbbing erection was ‘a gift’ for Shay.

Just hearing Ewan’s uncertain, submissive tone, and watching him, usually so assertive and dominant, shifting from foot to foot, unable to hold Shay’s gaze, made Shay’s heart throb, and he had to force himself not to run to him and hold him tight into his arms. In his heart, Shay had already forgiven Ewan… but this didn’t mean he hadn’t to pay a price for his guilt. So, Shay just rose sitting on the bed, forcing his face into an emotionless expression, and said: “Talk. I’m listening.”

“Down to the Springs I met Gaynor…” – Ewan began, but it was soon obvious that the sexual tension made him hard to recount what happened with clarity – “I was angry with you, but with myself, too, and when Gaynor fucked me…”

“You let Gaynor fuck you??” – Shay exclaimed, surprised – “I mean, you never… give yourself to anyone, and his cock is so big!”

“I accepted the pain, as well as the pleasure he was giving me, out of Submission to him. He’s right, I took vow of Submission, but I never exert it. I did exert it with Gaynor, though. Completely. I gave myself completely to him, and when he filled me with his manly seed, I was about to explode, but he ordered me not to cum, and I complied. That’s why I’m in this miserable state. Getting fucked by Gaynor is an incredible experience, he brought me to peaks of pleasure that I didn’t think possible, but in the end I had to cruelly restrain myself…”

Ewan took a ragged breath and added: “This is my gift, Shay. My pain, my pleasure, my sexual tension are in your hands. You can choose to have mercy on me, and give me relief; or send me to bed, to face a night of torment.”

Shay forced his own face to keep a plain expression, but inwardly he smiled: it was time to really test Ewan’s sincerity. He raised his gaze to Ewan’s eyes, looked straight at him and said with a firm tone: “Then, good night, Ewan” – and reclined on the bed, giving his back to his astonished lover.

“Is… Is that it, then?” – Ewan murmured, seeing his hopes to get relief crushed.

Shay didn’t turn around and huffed: “You said it was my choice. Then, this is my choice: are you taking back your gift already?”

“N… No, no... Alright…”

Ewan went to his bed and lied down, stifling a groan of discomfort. His balls and his groin ached for the pressure, and his cock was so stiff that almost hurt. But he promised, he offered himself to Shay, and not for a single moment Ewan thought about escaping the torment awaiting him. His body was on fire, but what burned most was the shame for what he’d done to Shay, and the pain for his rightful rejection.

Gaynor was wrong: it was more than obvious to Ewan that he had lost Shay. Being so close to him, and yet so distant, was much a greater torture for Ewan than the physical pain caused by his unsatisfied libido. Ewan had to admit to himself that he’d always underestimated Shay, he’d always considered him a submissive and naïve boy, always ready to accept anything from him. Including sex.

«How could I be so blind…» – Ewan thought, disconsolate, and was about to give in to his desperation when he felt a warm, caring hand caressing his arm.

 

~ Forgiveness ~

“Did you really think I could’ve left you in such a misery?” – Shay said, smiling tenderly, and Ewan turned around, too happy to even speak, and extended his arms to Shay, to hug him. But Shay stopped him with a wicked grin: “Not so fast, you’re not off the hook, yet. Are you still my gift?”

“Y… Yes” – Ewan murmured, taken aback, and Shay’s grin widened, while he forcefully pulled Ewan’s legs up and apart: “Good! Then, let me take a look at my gift! You hole must be all reddened and sore, after being split apart by Gaynor’s massive tool…”

Ewan suddenly found himself on his back, with his legs in the air, and with Shay inspecting his man hole with great attention: “Look at that… It’s still loosened and fiery red… My poor boy… It’s hard to take a man inside you, isn’t it?”

“It was… I mean… NNNGGH!!” – Ewan suddenly groaned, feeling Shay’s tongue lapping all around his battered hole, licking and tickling the sensitive puckered skin, to then intrude into the loose anal ring. “Ohh… OOOHH!!” – Ewan moaned, succumbing under Shay’s loving onslaught; after the rough treatment received by Gaynor, now Shay’s tongue was sending sparkles of pleasure along Ewan’s spine, making him feel dizzy for the intensity of the sensation.

Ewan couldn’t restrain another squeal of pleasure when he felt Shay’s fingers brush his abs, up to the hairy chest, to then take possession of his meaty nipples. The coupled stimulation he was getting by the wet tongue bathing his sensitive hole and the greedy fingers manhandling his titties was sending the already over-excited Ewan through the roof.

Shay’s mouth slowly moved from the anus to the perineum, kissed the underside of the plump hairy balls, to then open wide and close around the gonads. Shay sucked both Ewan’s balls into his mouth, and used his tongue to skillfully roll and tickle them. That was just too much for Ewan to bear: with an unrestrained scream of surprise and pleasure, Ewan stiffened and tilted his head back, while his untouched cock erupted a tall geyser of man cream. Shot after powerful shot, Ewan’s cock throbbed and bobbed wildly, under Shay’s attentive gaze. Without letting go of Ewan’s scrotum, Shay looked closely with rapt eyes the mighty man-tool pulse and twitch like it had a life of his own, while long streaks of sperm dribbled down the stiff shaft.

At long last, the massive ejaculation ended, and Shay focused his gaze beyond the still hard cock, to meet Ewan’s eyes. Ewan didn’t say anything, but his eyes betrayed his deep disappointment and his strong sexual dissatisfaction; because, no matter how erotic and romantic a spontaneous and unattended orgasm may seem, it’s usually much less satisfactory than a full climax after a proper stimulation.

 

~ There’s a price to pay ~

But his sorrow quickly gave way to a surprised and puzzled expression, when Shay, wearing a wicked grin, rose to his knees, between Ewan’s splayed legs, and used his own hand to scoop a large glob of sperm from Ewan’s torso.

When Shay’s determined palm, covered with man juice, curled around his still engorged and now oversensitive glans and started polishing it in a slow circular motion, Ewan hissed for the unbearable sensation, shutting his eyes tight, and his entire body stiffened and arched on the bed, under the wicked assault. And then suddenly…. “AAAAGGHH!!” – Ewan screamed loud, when Shay’s cock penetrated him, forcing open his anal ring the very moment it was most tense and clenched.

Shay knew for sure that after Gaynor’s fuck and the deep rimming, Ewan’s ass could take that treatment in stride; but also enjoyed seeing Ewan squirm for the discomfort: after all that was his punishment!

“What, am I hurting you?” – Shay asked, feigning a careless tone, and Ewan haltingly replied: “N… No… I… Nnnnggh… I just never noticed how big your manhood is…”

Shay flashed an amused grin: “Clever. Flattery is always a good choice when you’re in a predicament. But the size of my cock is not the only thing of me that you overlooked, so far…”

The meaning of Shay’s cryptic sentence was painfully clear when Shay slammed his cock all the way into Ewan, to the hilt, with a powerful thrust, followed by another, and another. Ewan, gasping and moaning at each blow, watched in disbelief at Shay, the usually submissive and shy Shay, pounding him with a dominant attitude and a confidence that he’d never seen before.

And yet, it was suddenly clear to Ewan that Shay’s manly attitude, the inner power and the physical prowess he was giving display of, had always been part of him. Shay: the Novice whose anal virginity had been forcefully ripped away when Orren raped him  [1], and the day after he went again to the West Wing and bravely confronted his rapist  [2]; the lad who defied the Great-Uncle’s orders and went around the Asylum, at night, giving relief to his fellow monks in pain  [3]; the apparently submissive son who had the strength to stand up to his father and throw him out of his life  [4].

And Cassian! The way Shay trusted and protected him, despite his horrible looks, when he still was considered by anyone a dangerous fugitive and a deadly child rapist, spoke volumes about Shay’s courage and determination  [5].

“Forgive me… Please, forgive me… Nnngghh!” – Ewan said in a pleading tone, under the furious pounding Shay was subjecting him to – “Forgive me for taking you for granted… For not realizing how wonderful, strong a man you are…!”

“I’ll forgive you” – Shay said in a coarse, sensual voice, grabbing Ewan’s cock and stroking it with a tight grip – “if you let your Fountain gush for me. Cum for me, Ewan… Surrender to the pleasure and cum for me!”

“Oohh… OOOOHHH!!!” – Ewan suddenly screamed, won by the incredible mix of love, confidence and dominance that Shay’s word exuded. Responding to the stern command, Ewan felt his own body stiffen once more, and a much more powerful and satisfactory orgasm exploded in his groin. Grabbing hard the bedsheets and tossing his head from side to side, Ewan dove into an ocean of pleasure, and waves of pure delight washed his body and his mind. And it wasn’t just a physical ecstasy: Shay still loved him! Shay had forgiven him… and was now filling him with his manly essence!

Looking at Shay in the throes of his own pleasure heightened and prolonged Ewan’s orgasm, and both of them went on moaning loud and spurting their blessing seed for many long moments, looking at each other with loving eyes.

When the powerful orgasms trailed off, they stood in silence for a short while, catching their breath and replaying in their minds the incredible and surprising moment they just shared. Ewan moved to fling his arms around Shay, but he suddenly stopped, unsure: what had just happened was not just a reconciliation, it deeply redefined their relationship and their roles. Ewan had discovered the pleasure of Submission, and Shay had asserted his manliness: it was not a role reversal, it was a mutual acknowledgement of each other as equals.

Ewan faltered, and waited for Shay to make a move. Shay flashed a friendly, understanding smile and leaned down to Ewan, giving him a passionate, churning kiss. Ewan responded with enthusiasm, and they started rolling on the bed, until he found himself on top of Shay, straddling his hips. He looked down, and there he was: the old submissive Shay, looking up at him with adoring eyes, and brushing his respectful hands over Ewan’s muscular hairy chest.

“I love you” – Shay murmured with a dreaming tone – “I’m in love with you, Ewan”.

Ewan was stunned. It was the very first time that the word ‘love’ was openly spoken, since they knew each other. The deep meaning of that word, spoken with such a tender voice, took Ewan aback, and he stood motionless for a long moment. But then he thought back at the sheer pain he’d felt when he was convinced to have lost Shay, and smiled wide: “I’m in love with you too, Shay. I don’t know if this is supposed to happen, in an Asylum, or even if it’s allowed by the Holy Book, but one thing I know: this is too a beautiful thing for the Holy Fountain to forbid it. We’ll talk about it with Uncle Roderick.”

“…or Cassian” – Shay said cautiously, to test Ewan’s reaction.

“Of course, who better than him?” – Ewan replied with a serene smile, that soon turned to a mocking, joking grin – “But I’m more than sure that your Cassian won’t have any objections to me loving you like crazy!”

“And your Glen won’t have any, either” – Shay retorted, giggling, to then become thoughtful again: “You know what Gaynor told me once? That our bond can only crumble if we stop believing in it.”

“He told me the very same thing… for the very same reason.” – Ewan confessed – “My stupid jealousy was ruining everything.”

“But it forced us to look at each other with different eyes. I can now clearly see how much I love you, Ewan.”

“You took the words out of my mouth…” – Ewan replied in a whisper, leaning down to give another long, loving kiss to Shay.

 

~ News from afar ~

That evening, at dinner, Ewan and Shay couldn’t stop exchanging loving glances, covert smiles and tender caresses under the table. In front of them, Gaynor towered on the table with his tall massive frame, eyeing the two lovebirds and stifling a knowing and smug grin.

The entire Cousinhood was joyfully sharing the evening meal, but someone was missing: Cassian. While there was absolute certainty, at the Asylum, about his innocence, with regard to the false accusations of child rape and infanticide thrown at him by the envious Randel, technically he was still a dangerous fugitive who fortuitously escaped the infamous Blackthorne Dungeons. Randel had now retracted his accusations, but the Law still had to run its course.

The other man missing at dinner was, of course, Randel himself. After being degraded and humiliated, he had been initially locked in the West Wing, where he wrote a letter to the Eastern Asylum, claiming that ‘for personal reasons’ he resigned from the post of Great-Uncle. He had no choice, anyway, because Roderick held a written ruling against him: a ruling that could’ve sent him to the Blackthorne Dungeons, if made public.

Now, after two weeks from his shameful fall, Randel was not held captive anymore in his room, he could freely move, but he never came out of the West Wing, and never shared the meals with the Cousins.

“Say,” – Roderick asked at the end of the meal to Uncle Devin, sitting at his side – “how’s going with Randel? I hope that being his guardian isn’t too much trouble for you.”

“Trouble? Not at all. It’s quite pleasurable, actually” – Devin chuckled, remembering the many times he fucked the uptight Randel… often urged by Randel himself – “He’s changed, I can tell you. He’s deeply ashamed by what he’s done to the Cousinhood and to Cassian. I almost pity him, in a way, as he felt locked in a golden cage, and lived his entire life trying desperately to get free. He could join us at the dining table, now, if he wanted, but he’s too ashamed to do it, and afraid that the Cousins might seek revenge on him.”

“Hmm… This will soon change” – Roderick mumbled, and then turned to the Cousins and said in a louder voice – “My Nephews…”

Instantly, all the monks shut their mouths and reverently turned to Roderick, to listen to him.

“This afternoon a messenger arrived from the Eastern Asylum, bearing a missive from the Court of Uncles. Of course, I’ve immediately shared the news with Cassian, and now I’m going to share it with you all, too. The missive…”

Roderick stopped abruptly, as his acute eye had caught a movement, in the dark hallway out of the dining room. His frown distended in a fatherly grin and said: “You can come in, Randel. It’s customary, at my Asylum, that even the Lost Cousins share the meal with the other monks. No one will hurt or insult you while here. Besides, the news I just received concerns you, too, so it’s only fair you listen to it from my own voice.”

Randel cautiously stepped into the dining room; he was wearing a black habit, as ordered by Roderick, and instinctively moved toward the corner of the table where other black-robed monks were sitting: Uncle Orren, Torrance and Drake.

When Randel was seated, Roderick went on: “The good news is that Cassian is officially rehabilitated, and the guards of the Blackthorne Dungeons are not after him anymore.”

“And what about Randel?” – Uncle Orren asked – “Has the Eastern Asylum acknowledged his resignation?”

“They did, and with an almost unpolite enthusiasm” – Roderick chuckled – “Behind the formal words of concern, I could actually spot a great relief, and I can easily guess why. And they showed the same enthusiasm in restoring Cassian’s status: Cassian is now, by the Holy Law, our new Great-Uncle, and there’s an official decree that states it.”

There were many happy exclamations around the table, and many smiles were exchanged. In the two weeks Cassian that had spent at the Asylum, they rarely had seen him, as he mostly stayed in his room; but all the Cousins had learnt about Cassian’s troubled history, his tribulations at the Dungeons, and the great deal of respect he was treated with at the Eastern Asylum before Randel’s false accusations.

Amongst the general merriment, Shay was silent, looking sadly at his own empty plate. He then raised his wet gaze and asked to Roderick with trembling voice: “This means he’s going away, to take his rightful place at the Eastern Asylum, doesn’t it?”

Roderick was about to reply, but a deep, warm voice came from the door: “Would it make you feel so sad, Shay?”

All the eyes turned to the door, and in a complete, respectful silence, Cassian came into the plain light, rousing many gasps and stifled exclamations. He was a real sight: tall, authoritative, wearing the purple robe and the golden chain bearing the symbol of the Great-Uncle. His erected posture, his black beard, perfectly groomed, and his bald head made him look much younger than his sixty-four years. An elaborate, beautifully engraved eye-patch, the one masterfully crafted by Shay and his father, covered his mangled eye and most of the scars on his face, and for the first time many Cousins realized how handsome he actually was.

“My Nephews…” – Roderick hastened to say, reverently standing up – “All hail Great-Uncle Cassian from the Eastern Asylum!”

The Cousins leapt to their feet and reverently bowed their heads to Cassian, who nodded in return, uneasy for being the object of so much honor. He silently strode across the dining hall toward Shay, looked down at him and said: “You didn’t answer my question. Would it really make you so sad see me going back to the Eastern Asylum?”

“More than I can say” – Shay replied sincerely, in a little voice – “But I understand you must now go take possession of the Seat of the Great-Uncle, at the Eastern Asylum…”

“I’m the Great-Uncle: ‘must’ is a term that doesn’t suit me. And besides” – he chuckled – “the so-called ‘Seat of the Great-Uncle’ doesn’t even exist, it’s a symbol, not a real chair.”

 

~ Bold resolutions ~

Shay didn’t feel relieved: “But the Great-Uncle’s official place is at the Eastern Asylum, nevertheless…”

“I’ve never read anything like that in the Holy Book. What about you, Roderick? Devin, Orren?”

The three Uncles shook their head, and Cassian went on: “If ever I felt a place ‘my place’, that’s this Asylum…” – Cassian said seriously – “…and I humbly ask to the Uncles of this Asylum to let me stay here”.

Amongst the many surprised and joyful comments that filled the room, Shay couldn’t stay put for the happiness and ran to Cassian, throwing himself into his strong arms. Cassian held him tight, and murmured into Shay’s ear: “I could never leave you, my sweet boy…!”

“It will be an honor and a pleasure” – Roderick said on behalf of the others – “but I’m afraid the Eastern Asylum won’t appreciate your choice.”

“I leave to them the palace intrigue and the political finesse. From now on, the Seat of the Great-Uncle will be here. And first off, I’d say that this Asylum needs a proper name. We have the Eastern Asylum, the Mountain Castle to the North; in the Far East we have the House of the Rising Sun (whose name, if you ask me, sounds more like a brothel than an Asylum), and the Holy Oasis in the hot Southern deserts. Any suggestion for this one?”

“Our most distinctive traits” – Devin said – “are the underground Springs, unique among the Asylums, and… that we’re in the middle of nowhere. What about ‘The Secret Springs’?”

“Beautiful and suggestive name” – Roderick mused, and Cassian beamed: “Then ‘The Secret Springs’ it is! This will be my first decree.”

“May… May I…” – Randel shyly said from the corner of the table, and stopped when he saw all the eyes turn to him. In the deadly silence, he soldiered on and asked: “May I ask to stay here, too? I… I have no other place to go, and sure enough I don’t want to go back to my father.”

“Do you realize, Randel” – Roderick replied, surprised by the request – “that you’ve worn your welcome thin, here? Of all the places, this will be the worst for you to live in.”

“But only here I’ll have a chance to make amend” – Randel said with a resolute tone – “even if this means being thrown in the West Wing for my entire life, shunned by everyone.”

“Mmh… I’ll think about it” – Roderick curtly said – “But I must remind you that Cassian… I mean, Great-Uncle Cassian, still has to decide about your fate: he, and only he has the right to send you to the Blackthorne Dungeons or let you keep your freedom.”

Shay held his breath and looked straight at Cassian with pleading eyes. He’d already begged Cassian to be merciful too many times, and sure enough he couldn’t take any further liberty with him. After all, Shay was just a Young Cousin, and Cassian was the Great-Uncle. Cassian clenched his teeth and a shadow clouded his handsome features, and Shay saw with sorrow the beautiful image of Cassian he’d built in his mind, the image of a wise and merciful man, crumble to pieces. It was as painful as someone had exuded one of his teeth.

Cassian took a deep breath and pierced Randel with his eyes. “Randel!” – he said with a firm tone, pointing his chin at Shay – “Look at this boy. He’s one of those who most suffered for your misdeeds, and yet he’s in deep pain for you, afraid that I’m going to send you to the Blackthorne Dungeons, to suffer what you made me suffer there. You must be grateful to him, as this evening he saved your life. And… I, too, must be grateful to you, Shay” – he added, turning to the boy – “because tonight you saved me from becoming a man I would’ve hated to be.”

Shay blushed and modestly lowered his gaze, feeling all the eyes on him; but inside he felt an irrepressible joy, because, after all, Cassian was the wise and merciful man he’d pictured in his mind.

Roderick cleared his throat and stated: “Then, for the time being, you will stay in the West Wing, Randel. Though, to tell the truth, I hate the West Wing; if it was for me, I would abolish it altogether. After all, what’s its purpose? In my whole life I’ve thrown there only three monks, and in less than one year Shay has pulled out of that pit all of them, one by one!”

Shay froze, reading a harsh criticism in Roderick’s words, but the Uncle chuckled amused, shaking his head and shooting a loving glance at Shay; then he suddenly looked at Orren, Torrance and Drake, sitting on the opposite side of the table and added: “Speaking of which, why the three of you still wear the black habit? I’ve already restored Orren’s status as Uncle  [6], and the same applies to you, Young Cousin Torrance and Older Cousin Drake. I’m sick of black habits! Oh, wait, not too fast, Randel: you will keep wearing it!”

There were muffled chuckles around the table, that trailed off when Orren stood up and stated: “I won’t take back the White Habit before passing a Trial of Temperance. I need to prove to myself and to the Cousinhood that I deserve my title”.

“And this applies to me, too” – Drake said, standing tall – “I won’t take back the Blue Habit before passing the Trial of Submission that you spared me, back when I arrived here  [7]. I’m now ready to undergo it.”

“And I…” – young Torrance said, standing up, confused, because he didn’t skip any Trial in his life – “I won’t take back the Green Habit before… before doing anything you will command me!”

A peal of laughter, along with some suggestive comments, welcomed Torrance’s words. Roderick looked around the table and sighed, feeling happy. Joy had found again its way among his beloved Nephews and his Asylum.

«’The Secret Springs’» – he though, smiling wide – «I love it.»

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In the next chapter: Shay’s father, Master Conroy, will come to the Asylum with a confession that will deeply shock Shay; nevertheless, Shay will decide to venture with him in uncharted waters and help him, aided by the virile Keenan and the submissive Glen.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] Shay was still a virgin 17-y.o. novice back then; he ventured by accident to the West Wing, where Uncle Orren and the Lost Cousins lived, and Uncle Orren took the chance to deflower him, only to make Roderick suffer; but somehow, after the rape, Shay’s innocence won him. See Ch. 7.
[2] He suspected that both the hatred Orren and the beloved Ewan shared the same damnation, an overactive and irrepressible libido that they called ‘the Beast’; so, Shay went to Orren in search of a way to save Ewan, and ended up saving Orren, too. See Ch. 9.
[3] Randel, when he still was Great-Uncle, had stated that all the Cousins had to wear a cock cage, thus depriving them of any possible sexual relief; Shay couldn’t help them all, of course, but paid a nightly visit to those who were most in need. See Ch. 27.
[4] It happened at the Commonweal’s Benison; Shay’s father was furious with him because of his sexual inclinations and assaulted him, forcing the boy to reach a shameful and despised orgasm. Shay reacted with an unprecedented wrath and declared that from that moment on they were dead to each other. See Ch. 28.
[5] Shay met Cassian for the first time at the Benison, and the following night Cassian came back, seeking refuge, and Shay secretly gave him shelter. See Ch. 31.
[6] Roderick did it to let him support Randel’s impeachment, in Ch. 31.
[7] Drake had been seriously abused and then dumped in front of the Asylum, seemingly dead; Roderick spared him the Trial of Submission, because it would’ve triggered the boy’s traumas. See Ch. 22.