The Holy Fountain

≈ Ch. 38 THE ROTTEN APPLE ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

Drake (a Lost Cousin who suffered for serious sexual abuse) overcomes his traumas and endures the Trial of Submission, with an unsettling epilogue. Shay (a good-hearted 18-y.o. monk), urged by Great-Uncle Cassian, accepts to give proof of his Temperance in a ritual Test, but something weird happens.

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~ A scared monk ~

“My Nephews, please stay here in the Chapter Hall” – Roderick said aloud as soon as Randel had gone away – “as another Trial is going to take place. In a moment Drake will come in, and hopefully will give proof of his Submission by impaling himself on the stool that you all know very well  [1]. I don’t have to tell you how scaring this Trial is for him, as he will have to relive the nightmare he had to live when he was held captive by the Satyrs, who ritually impaled him on a similar device and then forcefully milked his manly juices out of his unwilling manhood.  [2]”

Shay couldn’t stay put and stepped forward: “With the due respect, Uncle Roderick… why did you choose the large phallus for Drake? It will scare him to death, triggering again his past traumas!”

“Drake’s traumas are deep-rooted in his soul” – Roderick replied – “as his recent attempt of taking his own life dramatically proved  [3]. Only a shocking experience may allow him to overcome his fears. He doesn’t want to live in this limbo anymore, he wants to be the man he deserves to be, and not the lifeless ghost the Satyrs forced him to become. We all will be here to support him in any possible way, and I urge you all to help him, if you think he may need a hand.”

The door opened and a deep silence fell in the Chapter Hall, while Drake slowly crossed the floor and climbed on the raised stage. He glanced at the stool, with the frightful large phallus mounted on it, and got pale. But his hands didn’t tremble while he unbuttoned his black habit and let it fall to the floor.

Roderick looked at him, assumed a formal stance and said: “Drake, you are not a Novice anymore, and you already took vow of Submission. Are you willing to renew your vow and submit to my command?”

“I am” – Drake replied, with a restrained tension – “and may the Holy Fountain assist me in my Trial.”

“At this point” – Roderick added in a friendlier tone – “I usually use my fingers to loosen and grease up the Novice’s virgin ass, but in your case…”

“I already prepared myself, thank you, Uncle.”

Roderick nodded and said aloud: “Then, bend to my command, Drake, and impale yourself on the phallus, all the way, until your bottom firmly rests on the stool!”

Drake silently moved closer to the stool and looked at it for a long moment, while trying to push out of his mind the terrible memories of the Satyrs forcefully raising him in the air and abruptly letting him fall on their ritual stone phallus. He shook his head and a determined light glimmered in his eyes. «I’m ready. I’m strong.» – he thought, and slowly started squatting on the wicked device.

All the Cousins held their breath, looking at Drake’s handsome features darkened by a grimace of discomfort, the moment the bulbous head forced open Drake’s sphincter. But the smirk of pain didn’t last long, and was replaced again by a fierce expression of determination.

He lowered his ass another inch, and then another, until half of the long leather phallus had slowly disappeared into Drake’s depths. Shay was restless, as he wanted to go to Drake, help him, give him strength, do something! But Ewan’s firm hand held him tight: “Let him face his nightmares relying on his own forces. He’s not doing this to prove his strength to us, he needs to prove it to himself.”

“NNNGGHH!!” – Drake suddenly groaned through his gritted teeth, when the phallus painfully poked at his inner doors. He shook his head and raised his hips a couple inches; Shay though he was giving up and said in a little voice: “Drake… You can do it!”

Drake opened his eyes and looked intensely at Shay, and then at the other Cousins, all silently rooting for him, and he felt a rush of love warming his heart. With renewed confidence, he forced his hips to resume the grueling descent on the stiff pole, and when the large head forced open his inner sphincter, he steeled himself and valiantly bore the pain without stopping.

Inch by inch, the phallus disappeared into Drake’s ass, and soon he felt his buttocks lightly touch the surface of the stool. At the base, the phallus was a little larger, and Drake felt his own ass muscles strain to accommodate the additional girth. His mind was suddenly flooded with memories of the last night with the Satyrs, when their leader pushed Drake on the stone phallus so hard that the large ball at the base cruelly ripped open his hole, causing him such a great pain that he fainted on the spot.

Drake gasped, reliving those memories; his ass muscles clenched around the leather shaft, refusing to take that last inch. But failing was not an option for Drake. He wouldn’t let those nightmares stop him! He grabbed the top of the stool with his hands and pulled hard, his face contorted in a grimace of pain, until he rested with all his weight on the wooden stool.

He did it! He could impale himself on the stool all the way! A trembling smile appeared on his face, and his sweaty forehead distended in an expression of joyful pride. Many words of appreciation and praise echoed in the hall, along with some knowing chuckles that puzzled Drake, until he lowered his gaze to his own crotch and saw his cock swelling and throbbing in all his length and girth.

That was unexpected, especially because he wasn’t feeling any sexual arousal, in that very moment, with his ass painfully stretched around the leather phallus and his nightmares still harboring in his soul. It was like his body had a memory of its own, and reacted to the impalement like it was forced to react during the captivity: sporting an irrepressible erection  [4].

 

~ Nightmare or reality? ~

Blain, a Young Cousin that Shay didn’t really know well, quickly stepped forward and climbed on the stage. He knelt between Drake’s legs and looked up at him, slowly brushing his hands on the splayed thighs. Without a word, he gently grabbed Drake’s stiff manhood and engulfed it with his mouth, paying homage to his fellow monk who endured such a hard trial.

Drake didn’t really feel inclined to have a sexual intercourse in that moment, but his body, apparently, thought otherwise; and anyway, Blain didn’t deserve to be repaid for his gesture of respect and affection with a brusque rejection.

Blain’s tongue danced on Drake’s sensitive manhood, making Drake’s juice gather in his plump balls; Drake was actually surprised to see that Blain, usually a dominant lad who rarely gave his ass or mouth to anyone, was actually quite experienced in the oral department and was munching on his tool with a passion almost bordering to greed.

Drake felt his climax quickly approaching, but he didn’t feel to have an orgasm in that moment: his ass was badly hurting, and the entire situation resembled too much what the Satyrs used to do to him.

“Blain… please stop…” – he said in a low voice, unwilling to hurt Blain’s feelings, but determined to put an end to his own pain. But as only reply, Blain swallowed Drake’s cock with even greater passion, bringing Drake even closer to the brink of the orgasm.

Drake tried to stand up, raised his ass from the stool an inch or two, but soon fell down on it, causing another pang of pain to his abused ass. A chill ran down Drake’s spine. Had Blain purposely pushed him down? Or had the exertion just made him too weak to raise his body and stand on his legs?

“Blain… Please… Please let me go…” – Drake murmured again, unable to hold back his orgasm anymore. He looked down at Blain, who recoiled and locked eyes with him, and another chill made Drake shiver: was there a glimpse of malice in Blain’s eyes? Was a smirk of bestial greed slowly curving his lips? Drake felt his head spin, while a hurricane of emotions, fears and memories stormed inside him.

“No… Please no…” – Drake whined, while Blain stroked his cock in a frantic pace, forcefully pushing him over the edge.

“Hail, O Fountain of Youth!” – Drake heard Blain say, a moment before a wreaking orgasm made his mind go numb. With a raucous groan, Drake felt a powerful ejaculation explode from his cock; his ass muscles rhythmically clenched around the large leather phallus, causing pangs of sharp pain. Blain’s mouth was siphoning every drop of juice from his aching manhood with an intensity that made the blow-job seem anything but a loving act.

And that salute, ‘Hail O Fountain of Youth’, were the very same words that Silenus, the leader of the Satyrs, always used before assaulting him to drain his manhood from its precious seed!

“Stay away from me!!!” – Drake suddenly screamed with broken voice, abruptly shoving Blain away with such a desperate force that made Blain fall to the floor on his back. Drake quickly stood up, screaming again for the additional pain caused by the big phallus being roughly pulled out from the aching ass, and stood on uncertain feet, heaving hard, while the last drops of sperm dripped from his shrinking cock to the floor.

He looked down at Blain, who wore an expression of pure surprise and pain, without a trace of the greedy smirk and the malicious glance Drake had previously seen – or believed to see – on his face.

«Was it real?» – Drake wondered, horrified – «Or my nightmares made me see and hear what never happened? Did Blain really salute me like Silenus? What on earth happened here??»

Drake looked around with feverish eyes at the astonished faces of the Cousins, and whined: “You saw it, didn’t you? You heard him say those words, right?”. But all Drake got as an answer was a deafening silence.

“I failed…” – Drake then said, sobbing, while tears welled from his eyes and streaked his cheeks. Uncle Roderick stepped forward, bringing a blue habit, and offered it to Drake: “Take this habit, as you earned it. You didn’t fail, you gave ample proof of your Submission.”

“I failed!!” – Drake repeated, screaming almost hysterically – “My nightmares are stronger than me, they’ll never set me free!! How can I wear a blue habit, when only the black one suits the darkness of my soul??”

With a swift move, Drake picked up his old black habit from the floor and ran to the door of the Chapter Hall, and everyone’s eyes followed him while he disappeared in the hallway to the West Wing. He reached with hurried steps his room and threw himself on the bed, feeling his head spin. He didn’t know anymore what was real and what were his nightmares.

Lost in his desperation, he didn’t hear the door open, he didn’t feel the mattress shrink under the weight of another man; but he felt two strong arms holding him in a tight, protective hug, and heard Uncle Orren’s voice saying with fatherly tenderness: “I’m here. You’re safe.”

And Drake cried all the tears he had to cry.

 

~ The Trials are not over ~

In the Chapter Hall, Shay angrily addressed Blain, who was pulling himself up from the ground: “What have you done to Drake?!”

“Absolutely nothing” – was the curt reply – “You were all here, looking at us: have you seen me doing anything bad to him?”

“But you must have said or done something!” – Shay insisted, getting closer to Blain with an aggressive attitude. Blain didn’t back up and yelled: “It’s not my fault if Drake’s mind is still messed up! I only wanted to help him! You just can’t stop being the defender of the Justice, can you? The perfect monk, the golden boy of the Asylum! I’m sick of you!”

Shay became furious, and was about to shove Blain, when Uncle Roderick raised his hand: “Stop this quarrel immediately, you two! We were all here, and witnessed what happened. While I’m inclined to forgive Drake for his excessive reaction, obviously consequence of the tension he had to bear, I see no reason not to believe to Blain’s words.”

Blain shot an insolent grin at Shay, but making sure that Roderick couldn’t see him. Shay was fuming, but forcefully put a lid on his anger, out of respect and submission to Roderick’s judgement: “I bow to your wisdom, Uncle”, he murmured with a meek tone, but deep inside he was more than sure that Blain must have done something to trigger Drake’s fear.

But what? Shay was there, like Roderick and the other monks, and saw Blain paying a respectful and passionate homage to Drake, apparently to help him. They all had seen Drake and Blain exchange a few words under their breath, but not for a single moment Blain had appeared aggressive or menacing, quite the opposite…

“Good” – Roderick said, glancing around – “Now I would say that we’ve had enough emotions for the day. It’s almost dinner time, and I’m sure that the Cousinhood is eager to relax a bit, after this intense afternoon.”

“Or maybe there’s room for some more emotions…” – Cassian said aloud, stepping onto the stage. He looked down at Shay and added: “I say it’s the perfect time for you to honor the promise you made to me.”

“A… promise?” – Shay asked, puzzled.

“When you made love to me, not long ago, I noticed how strong was your Temperance, and I made you promise you would’ve undergone a Test.  [5]”

“What?? Now? I can’t! I… I’m all shook up, I’m in pain for Drake, I have not the serenity to endure a Trial!”

“It’s a Test, not a Trial, you can’t really ‘fail’ it” – Cassian insisted – “and a Test is much more meaningful if done unexpectedly, when the conditions seem not… optimal. This is the perfect moment, Shay. Please, indulge me and do what I ask. Will you?”

Cassian spoke his last words while fiddling with the large golden chain bearing the symbol of the Great-Uncle he was wearing. The message was more than clear, and Shay replied with little voice: “I… I will.”

“Great!” – Cassian mused – “But Roderick is right, it’s almost dinner time and the Cousinhood needs a little time to relax. We all will attend your Test right after dinner. This will give you the time to find the peace of mind you will need.”

“It will be even harder, with an empty stomach…” – Shay murmured to himself, disconsolate, while watching the Cousins and the Uncles slowly flocking out of the Chapter Hall, heading to the dining room.

When alone, Shay stood still on the stage, with his eyes closed, trying to wipe from his mind and his heart all the tension and the emotions he had piled up during the long afternoon. Minute after minute, time went by but his restlessness didn’t leave him.

He heard the door creak and when he opened his eyes, he felt a rush of anger looking at Blain coming in. Blain walked across the hall, carefully bringing a cup of liquid. When he was close to Shay, he said meekly: “Shay, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. It was unjust and indelicate. It’s wonderful how much you care for Drake, and you had any right to get angry with me, for the way I reacted. Please forgive me.”

Shay was taken aback by the unexpected apology. Maybe he had misjudged Blain. “I’ve not behaved better than you” – he replied – “and I forgive you, if you forgive me.”

“Of course!” – Blain said, showing a wide smile that seemed to Shay a little fake – “Here, take this cup, I brought it for you. It’s an herbal decoction that will keep you hydrated and will help you relax. I’m afraid it has a bitter taste, but it can make wonders.  Drink it all in one breath!”

Shay took the cup from Blain’s hands and looked at it with suspicion: despite the apology, and despite the apparently friendly gesture, Shay still didn’t like Blain, but at the same time he felt ashamed because he probably was being led astray by his own anxiety, and didn’t want to hurt Blain’s feelings.

“Thank you” – Shay said after a pause, and drank the decoction in one breath. It had a terrible taste, bitter and with a distinctive hint of black pepper and aniseed, but luckily the cup was small. He handed the empty cup to Blain, who said: “I’m leaving you alone, now, so that you can concentrate on your task. Good luck.”

«Good luck?» – Shay thought, puzzled and annoyed by Blain’s odd choice of words, while watching the young monk go away and close the door behind himself.

 

~ A Test gone wrong ~

It didn’t take long until all the Cousins, with Roderick and Cassian on the front row, came back to the Chapter Hall. Shay took a deep breath and tried to relax, knowing well that Temperance was all about keeping his body relaxed despite the exquisite teasing he soon would have to endure.

Shay waited until the silence had descended in the room and then let his green habit fall to the floor. “I’m ready” – he then said, showing more confidence than he really felt – “May the Holy Fountain keep me strong in my Temperance.”

He groaned inwardly, when he saw Gaynor and Devin step onto the stage: Roderick knew well Shay, and had purposely chosen the two who excited him most. «I’m strong» – Shay thought, trying to convince himself, and when he felt Gaynor’s and Devin’s hands taking possession of his body, he stood still, with his eyes closed, pretending that nothing special was happening.

But his try was short-lived. The touch of those expert hands on his chest, on his nipples and on his buttocks was incredibly arousing, and Shay felt every inch of his skin respond to the sensual touch with shivers of irresistible pleasure. He’d never felt like that! His skin tingled, his blood pumped through his veins, and he felt more alive than ever.

«I’m strong! I’m strong!» – he kept repeating to himself like a mantra, fighting with all his strength the well-known warmth quickly spreading into his groin. Every fiber of his body commanded him to have an erection, and despite his unhuman effort, his cock rose to full mast under the surprised eyes of the entire Cousinhood.

Shay blushed bright red, both for the excitement and for the shame of having failed so quickly: after all, so far, Devin and Gaynor had been caressing him quite innocently, and for no more than a few minutes!

«Holy Spring… no…» – Shay suddenly whined inwardly, breathing hard, when he felt his cock throbbing and bobbing up and down, and his balls tightening to the base of his cock – «I can’t cum…! Not so soon! I can’t…”

“FUUUUCCKK!!!” – Shay screamed out of his lungs, overwhelmed by the most powerful and intense orgasm of his entire life. His cock started shooting a barrage of powerful plumes of seed that flew across the stage and fell on the astonished Cousins watching him. His prostate pumped like there was no tomorrow, with such a force that his groin ached for the exertion. He felt his knees go weak, and he would’ve fallen to the ground, if Gaynor didn’t hold him tight.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…!” – Shay whined with trembling voice when, at long last, his incredible orgasm started to trail off – “I don’t know what… Oh shit! NNNNGGHH!!!”

Another powerful orgasm abruptly exploded in his groin, and his untouched cock erupted again with mighty force other thick gushes of white cream that fell to the floor and created a puddle in front of him. Soon the initial pleasure turned into an exhausted discomfort, but his cock went on shooting and shooting all his young balls could provide, and then some.

Finally, the tension in his groin seemed to dissolve, his ejaculation stopped, and Shay wanted to die on the spot for the stinging shame. He turned around to find refuge in Gaynor’s protective embrace, but as soon as he felt his massive body pressed against his own, he started trembling and shivering, while another, totally dry orgasm, wreaked havoc on him.

The Cousins were astonished, and started exchanging comments; amidst the loud humming, Shay clearly heard Blain’s voice say with a mocking tone: “Not much of a golden boy, now, uh? Ha ha ha!”

Blain’s words hit Shay like a lash, and he felt too ashamed, too shook up to even face the Cousins. He pressed hard his face on Gaynor’s wide chest and pleaded him: “Bring me away… Please bring me away…!”

Gaynor took Shay in his arms as if he weighed nothing, climbed down the stage and walked with long steps across the Chapter Hall, followed by a worried Ewan, while the Cousins parted to let them pass.

“I don’t know how that happened…!” – Shay sobbed, holding to Gaynor, who replied with a fatherly tone: “Shh… Everything will be fine. It’s over. You have nothing to be ashamed about.”

And then added, between his teeth: “But we’ll find out how that happened.”

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In the next chapter: Both Shay and Drake are shook up after failing their trials, but will find comfort in the lovely arms of monks dear to their heart. The trick Blain played to Shay is exposed, but a much more shocking truth will be revealed.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] All the Novices, in order to gain admission to the Asylum, must undergo a Trial of Submission: they are required to sit on a stool with a dildo mounted on it; the dildo can vary in size and is carefully chosen to cause a bit of discomfort but (unbeknownst to them) no actual damage.
[2] Drake recounts in detail to Shay his captivity and the abuse he suffered in Ch.21, and then recaps his terrible experience to the entire Cousinhood in Ch.37
[3] Out of disgust for himself and desperation, Drake tried to set himself on fire, but luckily Shay stopped him a moment before he could do it. See Ch.21.
[4] During his captivity, Drake was regularly fed with a herbal potion that caused him an irrepressible erection; and then, after the ritual impalement on the stone phallus, his unnaturally stiff manhood was milked over and over, until all the Satyrs had their share of Drake’s manly seed.
[5] Cassian revealed to Shay that during his imprisonment at the Blackthorne Dungeons the guards tortured him in the ass, making him lose sensitivity; Shay, as a test, gave to Cassian a forceful fuck, and had to resort to his own Temperance not to cum too soon, so as to give Cassian the time to reach his orgasm. Impressed by Shay’s Temperance, Cassian made him promise to undergo a Test. See Ch.33.