The Holy Fountain

≈ Ch. 40: FLANN’S MISERY< ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

Blain’s deceiving double life is exposed; while Roderick and the other Uncles decide of his fate, Flann gets a visit from the last person he would want to meet. When Flann’s past is revealed, his stay at the Asylum is at stake, but he’ll do whatever it takes not to be cast out of the Cousinhood.

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~ Double life ~

Roderick paced his study with long, nervous steps, under the serious gaze of Cassian, Orren, Shay and Drake.

“Let me get this clear…” – Roderick then exclaimed, looking at Shay and Drake – “Are you telling me that Blain, a monk who has lived with us for years, and has proceeded under my guidance on the path to the Holy Fountain is a Satyr??”

“At first I thought it was just my imagination” – Drake replied gravely – “but now I’m sure: during my Trial, Blain forcefully held me down and made me cum against my will, ignoring my pleas; and when he finally forced me to have an unpleasant and unwelcome ejaculation, he drank my seed with bestial greed, and saluted me with those words, ‘Hail, O Fountain of Youth’, that Silenus, the leader of the Satyrs, always spoke before doing the same.”

“And there’s more” – Shay added – “because Blain used on me the same aphrodisiac potions used on Drake by the Satyrs; it’s a complex mix of herbs, only the Satyrs could’ve told him the recipe.”

“But it’s impossible, Blain can’t possibly be a Satyr!” – Roderick objected – “Drake, you told us that they were a group of weird men who probably took inspiration from the children’s story about the Satyrs’ Lair, and that they had ages ranging from mid-forties to late sixties; and it was twenty years ago, by now they all must be very old: how can Blain, who is 24 years old, possibly be one of them?”

“Because the situation is much more complicated and serious than you think, Roderick” – Orren intervened – “You see, the Satyrs are not just the specific group of men who hurt Drake twenty years ago. They are still active and growing, and Silenus, their leader, is not a madman who likes to wear a goat costume: he has elaborated a sort of alternate philosophy related to the Holy Fountain.”

Cassian was surprised by Orren’s words: “How do you know?”

Orren smiled sadly: “For many years, while my fellow monks pursued the path to the Holy Fountain, I was confined in the West Wing; I won’t deny that back then I hated Roderick, I hated this Asylum and thought that the Holy Fountain had abandoned me. I found refuge in studying, and Silenus’ doctrine was very suggestive, it almost seduced me. He basically put together fragments of our philosophy and came to the wrong conclusion that the Holy Fountain is a source of eternal youth; in order to gain this benefit, the Satyrs must drink the manly seed of a special man called “the One” or “the Chosen”, a man born during a Blue Moon.”

“I… I was born during a night of Blue Moon…” – Drake said with broken voice – “Was that my sin? The reason why they tortured me to the point of destroying my body and my mind? Am I ‘the One’?”

Shay comforted Drake holding his hand, and Drake calmed down a bit, and replied with a faint smile.

“If this can make you feel better, Drake, yes, you were ‘the One’… at least in Silenus’ eyes. But of course Silenus is delusional, and there is no ‘One’, just as much can’t exist the eternal youth. But the point is that there are people out there who believe to Silenus and his bizarre doctrine. They are simple-minded people who think with their guts, rather than their head; they’re always ready to get indignant and to believe to obscure conspirations, and ultimately they are fertile soil for Silenus to proselytize.”

Roderick frowned deeply: “So, in the end, Silenus’ doctrine is nothing more than a wrong representation of the Holy Fountain…”

Orren nodded: “The ways of the Holy Fountain are not easy to understand; we monks spend our lives studying the Holy Book. There are people who prefer… the easy way, the fast path to the goal. That’s what Silenus offers them. I think Blain was impatient, and was seduced by the prospect of reaching the Holy Fountain skipping all the study, the vows and the Trials.”

There was a knock on the door and Roderick said: “We’ll soon know. This must be Devin, who is bringing Blain here. Come in!”

Blain entered the room with a defiant expression, followed by Devin. Roderick looked straight at Blain and said with an authoritative tone: “Blain, you’ve been informed of the accusations that have been made against you. I want the truth: are you a Satyr?”

Blain flashed a sardonic grin but remained in a stubborn silence.

“There’s no need for him to reply.” – Devin said gravely – “As an Uncle, I exerted my right to search Blain’s room, and I found these things…”

Devin handed to Roderick two sheets of papers and a small sack. Roderick glanced at the papers and gasped: “These are two pages ripped from the Holy Book! And the dried herbs in this sack… Drake, are these herbs the ones the Satyrs made you drink?”

Drake sniffed the sack and got pale: “They undoubtedly are” – he confirmed, and sat down again next to Shay.

Roderick started pacing again the room, his handsome face obscured by a deep frown. After a short while, he stopped and turned around: “Cassian, I need your guidance. As an Uncle, I can’t do anything more than declaring Blain a Lost Cousin, but what would it be for? You have the power to cast Blain out of the Cousinhood, if you think it would be appropriate. I never found myself in such a situation, that deeply upsets me. I rely on your wisdom.”

“I’m as upset as you are.” – Cassian replied – “Sometimes we monks feel too ‘holy’ to delve into the ranting and delusional world of heretics, fools and evil men; and I’m deeply thankful to Orren who had the strength and the wisdom to study Silenus’ theories and enlightened us about them. We all need to assess the situation and take a decision with a serene heart. All I know is that Blain is not worth of the habit he wears, so, for the time being, he will be locked in a Blessing Stall, as he doesn’t deserve to live in areas reserved to the monks. In a few days we’ll come up with the final decision.”

Blain didn’t seem particularly scared by Cassian’s decision; keeping his defiant expression, he slowly raised his green habit, took it away and disdainfully threw it to the floor.

Shay’s eyes wandered on Blain’s naked body, on his chiseled torso covered with a thin layer of black hair, and on his big flaccid cock, the very same cock he had to stroke to orgasm on the day he became a Novice  [1]. It had been the very first manly member Shay had ever touched, and the memory of that exciting and scary moment was etched in his mind. But back then, Blain was for Shay a revered monk, an example to follow; now, he was just a vile lad who abused the trust Roderick and the other monks had put in him.

“Your loss.” – Devin growled to Blain, rudely pushing him toward the door – “Now you’ll have to do your Walk of Shame stark naked as you are, all the way to the Blessing Stalls!”

When the door closed behind Blain and Devin, Roderick looked pensively at the green habit lying rumpled on the floor and a sudden thought seemed to hit him; he opened a drawer and took a neatly folded blue habit, then he turned his gaze to Drake and gave him a fatherly smile: “Now I won’t accept a ‘no’, Drake: this blue habit is rightfully yours. Please, let me…”

Drake stood up, and Roderick, with caring hands, undid all the buttons of Drake’s black cassock, and took it away. Then helped him wear the blue habit and took his face in his hands. “Welcome back, my dearest Nephew” – Roderick said, smiling, and then gave him a long, loving kiss, that Drake reciprocated with joy and passion.

 

~ Flann’s past barges in ~

At lunch, the Cousinhood was unusually silent. The news about Blain had spread like a wildfire, and Blain’s empty chair at the dining table was the visual proof that the rumors were painfully true.

At the end of the meal, Roderick stood up, immediately drawing all the eyes on him, and said: “My Nephews, you may think at today as a sad day, after our fellow monk, a young man we all trusted and respected, has been proved a liar and a worshipper of a false idol. But this is not a sad day, quite the opposite: it’s time to rejoice and celebrate, because Drake has taken back his rightful place within the Cousinhood.”

The sad expressions on the monks faces turned into friendly smiles, and many words of welcome and affection were spoken across the table, while Drake, unused to such a popularity, blushed modestly. Roderick glanced around and smiled, basking in the peace and the joy of the moment.

But the serenity was abruptly broken by loud voices coming from the hallway. A woman was screaming to let her pass, while the guardian of the Asylum tried unsuccessfully to stop her. After a few moments, a beautiful, poorly dressed black woman in her thirties barged in the dining hall.

As soon as she stepped in, her gaze focused on Flann and she exclaimed, angrily: “Here you are! So, it’s true, you’re a monk, now!”

Roderick stood up and said with the most authoritarian tone he was capable of: “Madam, this is an area reserved to monks, and you shouldn’t be here! May I kindly ask who you are and why you barged in in such an inappropriate way?”

“Ha! Ask him!” – the woman replied, pointing to Flann, who was looking at his feet in shame.

“Flann! Who is this woman?” – Roderick asked, and Flann drew a couple rugged breaths before uttering a feeble: “My… My wife.”

Many a mouth sagged open for the surprise. The woman said defiantly to Roderick: “So? Do you still think I shouldn’t be here?”

“Yes!” – Roderick replied, without hiding his irritation – “No matter your reasons, madam, this room is still off-limits to the peasants, as it’s been for centuries and will be for the centuries to come! In my study! Both of you!”

Roderick led the way with long nervous steps, thinking «Will this day ever end?»; Cassian and Devin followed him, bringing with them Flann and the woman. When they all were in Roderick’s study, Cassian asked to Flann: “Is it true? Are you married to this woman?”

Flann, without raising his bowed head, meekly replied: “Yes.”

“And were you married to this woman when you joined the Asylum and took your vows as a Novice?”

“Yes. We both were very young when we got married, and I soon realized I’d done the worst mistake of my life. I’ve always felt the call of the Holy Fountain, I wanted to be a monk, so I… I abandoned her and went away. I came here, to this secluded village, and hoped to start a new life joining the Asylum.”

“Do you understand” – Cassian said gravely – “that lying on your marital status makes your vows and the Trials you passed invalid? A married man can’t become a monk, unless his marriage is declared terminated beforehand!”

“Oh, please, Great-Uncle, don’t send me away!” – Flann pleaded with broken voice – “The Holy Fountain and this Asylum are my life! Our marriage was very much over long before I came here! I swear! Only… we never made it official, that’s all. I’m begging you, Great-Uncle…!”

“Uhm…” – Roderick mumbled, wishing to help Flann, but realizing that the woman had her rights over her husband – “Cassian, you have the authority to declare a marriage terminated…”

“Yes” – Cassian confirmed – “but only if there’s mutual consensus. In simple terms, madam, you have to confirm that your marriage was already over when Flann abandoned you.”

The woman crossed her arms and pouted his lips, clearly unwilling to give her consent, and Flann pleaded her: “What do you want from me, Marge? I’ll do anything! But if you want money, I’m afraid I have none.”

“I want a husband!” – she cried out – “If I were still a virgin I could hope to find another husband, but I’m not a virgin anymore! I’m actually the least virgin girl around, after taking that… trunk you bear between your legs!”

That was low, and Flann, always conscious about his oversize manhood, shifted nervously from foot to foot, painfully aware that Marge’s refusal meant that his days at the Asylum and his life as a monk were over. Then Flann raised his gaze, and with a voice that exuded all his pain, said: “You will never have your husband back, Marge. Sure, you can destroy my life here, and even force me to come back home to you, but I won’t be your husband anyway. A husband is much more than a man forced to live with a woman against his will.”

Marge pouted his lips again, knowing that Flann was right, but stomped her foot on the floor and screamed: “Then I want moral compensation, at least! You humiliated me, leaving me alone!”

“What kind of… compensation are you thinking about?”

“The Pillory!” – she stated, standing tall, and Flann gasped: “You’re not serious! The Pillory is… barbarian! Do you want to strip me from any trace of dignity?”

Flann took Marge’s stubborn silence as a ‘yes’, so he took a deep breath and said: “Fine. I’ll submit myself to the Pillory, and may the Holy Fountain help me.”

 

~ The Pillory ~

The next day, at noon, everything was ready in the main square of the village. A short wooden column had been erected in the middle of the square and Flann, wearing only a loincloth, accepted to be secured to it by the town Margrave. All the bystanders looked with a malicious grin the tall black monk being immobilized, trussed in a standing position, with his arms tied behind the short column and his feet secured to his base.

Flann felt miserable, looking at the small crowd in front of him; he could recognize his wife Marge and her two brothers, along with most of the peasants living in the village. Marge’s resentful glance was the last thing he could see, because the Margrave covered his eyes with a thick cloth, preventing him to see anything.

The Margrave said aloud: “This man has dishonored his wife, abandoning her. The ancient law states that he must suffer for an equal humiliation, until the sun sets. All the men present here are allowed to molest and harass the penitent, one at time, any way they like, but cannot hurt him, as he can’t defend himself. No one is allowed to talk to the penitent. And of course the penitent’s family and friends are not allowed to enter the town square or give to the penitent any support or consolation.”

Uncle Roderick, Shay and the entire Cousinhood were standing at the farthest corner of the town square, aware that they couldn’t go any closer to Flann. They could only witness from afar his degradation and pray the Holy Fountain to give him the strength to endure the torment.

The Margrave grabbed Flann’s loincloth and Flann pleaded: “Please, don’t! Leave me at least this last shred of dignity!”, but the man, without a word, pulled hard the strings and tore away the small cloth, revealing Flann’s humongous flaccid cock.

There were many shocked gasps and surprised comments: “Holy shit, he’s huge!”, “That’s not a cock, it’s a trick of nature!”, “It’s a foot long!”

Flann wanted to die on the spot for the shame; his oversize male endowment had always been a thorn in the side for him, as most people focused on his cock, rather than on him as a person. He tried to soldier on, but his determination crumbled when he felt a big hand curl around his member, to slowly stroke it. “I’m begging you…” – Flann pleaded – “Don’t humiliate me this way… Please!”

But he didn’t get any reply, as the law forbade the men to talk to him. The hand didn’t stop, and Flann heard distant loud voices saying: “Yeah, make him hard!”, “Let’s see how long that thing can grow!”

Flann was an Older Cousin, but he was far from mastering the art of Temperance; he tried hard to keep his member limp, but the faceless hand viciously insisted on the sensitive ridge of his glans, and Flann lost his battle; much to his shame, and to the audience’s astonishment, he couldn’t prevent his cock from growing to a full thirteen-inch erection.

There was a movement, the big hand was withdrawn, and two smaller hands took its place, sensually massaging the long shaft and the heavy low-hanging balls. Distant laughs and mocking comments hit Flann’s ears, but the additional shame didn’t stop his manly juices to boil into his groin, in response to the expert massage.

It didn’t take long until Flann felt his balls tighten, ready to shoot, and his whole body stiffened in preparation of the upcoming orgasm… but the hands suddenly let go of his manhood, leaving him helpless on the verge of a climax that he couldn’t reach.

An explosion of coarse laughs made Flann cringe, while the denied orgasm painfully subsided and retracted into his groin. Another faceless hand took hold of his throbbing cock, and two fingers, slick with spit, started brushing his sensitive glans, keeping him on the very verge of the climax, but without giving him the last little push.

Flann tried to endure the torment, but the fingers seemed to know exactly how far they could go, and when to stop, leaving Flann in his misery. Giving up to his dignity, Flann started pleading: “Please… let me cum… I beg you to make me cum!”, but all he got as a reply was a low, evil chuckle.

From afar, the Cousins were watching Flann suffering for the humiliation and the merciless teasing, but they couldn’t do anything. They had witnessed Marge’s two brothers and another older man harass Flann and leave him with a throbbing cock and an overwhelming need to cum; and when a younger man crouched in front of Flann, all the Cousins knew that more torments awaited their fellow monk.

The man brushed his hands on Flann’s thighs, and the monk said with a voice broken by the sexual tension: “If you have a heart, stop torturing me, let me cum!”

He didn’t get any reply, of course, as it was forbidden to talk to the penitent; but he felt two warm lips closing around his enflamed cock, and a wet tongue dancing sensually on his sensitive glans. Flann heard distant outraged comments: “He’s sucking him!”, “What a sodomite!”, “It’s disgusting!”. But the wet mouth didn’t stop, and engulfed a couple more inches of the stiff black rod, and then two more.

Flann felt his own helmet push on the man’s throat muscles, but the man didn’t gag and pushed harder, relaxing his muscles and welcoming the entire 13-inch manhood into his gullet. “Holy shit, he’s taken it all!” – the distant men commented, watching Flann’s cock disappear into the man’s mouth – “Not even an experienced whore can do that!”, “Someone should stop him!”

“No! Don’t stop!” – Flann urged the faceless mouth – “Please, for what you have most sacred, finish me off!”

The mouth not only didn’t stop, but started bobbing back and forth, with urgency, making the tight throat muscles give an incredibly sensual massage to Flann’s engorged glans. Flann tensed, climbing the last steps to an explosive orgasm, and screamed loud: “Don’t stop!!! AAAARRGGHH!!!!”

A massive ejaculation erupted from Flann’s aching cock, and he realized that the man was gulping his manly seed down, still moving his head back and forth, to give Flann the most intense and satisfying orgasm ever, despite the outraged exclamations coming from the crowd.

Only when the last pelvic contraction ended, the mouth slowly backed off, the lips tightly pursed on the shaft to leave the massive cock perfectly clean. Flann was panting hard, but found enough breath to say: “Whoever you are, thank you from the bottom of my heart. But I feel in pain for you, as you exposed yourself in front of all the men to help me. Why did you do that?”

The man stood up, not allowed to say a single word, but placed a caring hand on Flann’s left chest, above his heart. And Flann suddenly recognized him: “Dan! You are Dan, the man who came in my stall with his wife, at the Commonweal’s Benison!  [2]”

Again, Flann didn’t get any reply, but he felt a clean shaved cheek press against his own, and then a respectful peck on his lips. “Should I live a hundred years” – Flann said with passion – “Your generosity won’t ever be forgotten. May the Holy Fountain repay it a hundred times!”

 

~ More friends come to the rescue ~

Dan went away, and Flann hoped that his ordeal was over. But his hopes were suddenly crushed by a calloused palm wrapping his now oversensitive cock head and polishing it with a cruel circular motion. Flann gasped and hissed, trying to endure the unexpected torment, but the hand pressed harder on his sensitive flesh, making Flann buck hard and pull on the ropes restraining him: “NOOO!!! GGGHHAAA!!! Please stop, please stop!!!” – he screamed out of his lungs, but the more he screamed, the more intense the cruel massage became.

From the far corner of the town square, Roderick was restless, as he couldn’t stand watching his beloved Nephew manhandled in such a merciless way. He looked around and recognized the rude peasant with the elephant cock who, back at the Benison, accepted Randel’s money to wreak his ass  [3]. “You!” – Roderick said, grabbing the man by his arm – “We meet again!”

The man recognized him and laughed: “Are you craving a dose of a real man’s cock, old codger?”

“Don’t play with me!” – Roderick hissed – “I know you took money to hurt me! I should hand you over to the Margrave!”

The man suddenly lost his confidence, and Roderick went on: “But I’m inclined to forget everything if you do something for me. Go to that muscular man who is hurting my friend and stop him! Quick!”

The oaf grunted and nodded, and went with great stride to the huge molester, grabbed him from his blouse and pulled him off Flann. The big lug didn’t like in the least being interrupted that way, and a brawl broke out in front of the blinded Flann, who didn’t understand what was going on, but was relieved to see his torment end. The fuss slowly trailed off, and a tense silence fell in the town square.

The group of monks watching from afar breathed a sigh of relief, but were still worried, because many men had gathered in the square, sure enough willing to give their personal contribute to Flann’s torment.

Keenan, the Viking-looking blond monk, felt someone tugging on his habit. “Will they hurt him again?” – a boyish voice asked, and Keenan turned around; there were two young boys, not older than fifteen years, with dirty faces, looking up at him. “Don’t you recognize us?” – one boy asked, noticing Keenan’s puzzled expression, and the second boy slapped his friend on his arm: “Sly! He was blindfolded! How on earth can he recognize us? Please forgive him, sir” – the boy added, looking up at Keenan – “I’m Zach, and this is my friend Sly, we met at the Benison...  [4]”

“Zach! Sly!” – Keenan exclaimed warmly – “How can I forget the two of you? I can finally put a face to your voices! Err… No touching here, alright?”

“Don’t worry, sir… Keenan, is it?” – Zach replied, and then pulled Keenen down to whisper into his ear: “Though we still… ehm… touch ourselves thinking of you!”

Only the thick blond beard covering Keenan’s face prevented the boys from seeing the sturdy Viking blush: “I… uhm… I’m glad to be in your… err… your thoughts. Hey boys, will you do something for me? It’s very important!”

“Anything for you, sir…” – Sly replied, and he had no beard to hide the sudden blush enflaming his cheeks.

Keenan smiled tenderly and covertly gave precise instructions to the boys, who promptly scampered across the town square, heading to the bound penitent.

Flann at first didn’t understand what was going on. He felt a presence close to him, but whoever he was, he didn’t touch him. He waited, getting ready for the next onslaught, but the minutes went by and no one tormented him.

What Flann couldn’t see, due to the blindfold on his eyes, were two little street urchins sitting on the ground at his sides; and whenever a man came from the small crowd to torment Flann, they stared at him with their most innocent and childish gaze, until the man, unwilling to do anything sexual in front of two children, gave up on his evil intentions and turned around.

The boys didn’t move and went on performing their act for hours, until, at long last, the sun set and the Margrave came forward and quickly set Flann free. “The penance is over!” – the Margrave said aloud – “Whatever the sin of this penitent, it is now forgiven! This is stated: all abide to the law!”

Flann suddenly found himself surrounded by his fellow monks, who gave him a habit to wear and hugged him tight. He quickly scanned the square, and saw Dan looking back at him from afar, half-hiding in a narrow alley. They exchanged an intense glance, and Flann brought his right hand on his left chest, silently renewing his promise to never forget Dan’s selfless act of mercy.

Uncle Roderick let out a loud sigh and gestured to the other Uncles, Devin and Orren: “Better go back to the Asylum. We all need to eat something, and then we’ll have do decide with Cassian what to do with Blain…”

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In the last triple chapter (yeah, grab a coffee!) all the stories are wrapped up. The chapter will feature the entire Cousinhood, that by now you’ve come to know well. In addition, we’ll meet again Silenus, the leader of the Satyrs, who many years ago had dramatically abused Drake. And of course there’s Shay, whose innocent tenderness can win anyone’s heart.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] When Shay first entered the Asylum, he still thought of himself as a fiercely straight man; sure enough, he’d never touched another man’s cock. In order to become a Novice, Shay took vow of Submission, and was ordered to stroke Blain’s manhood to orgasm. See Ch.1.
[2] During the Benison, Flann was visited by Dan and his dominant wife; Dan was ‘forced’ by his wife to choke on Flann’s massive cock, but Flann soon realized that the man was covertly very experienced in oral sex. Dan had a very small male endowment, but placed a hand on Flann’s chest and told him that what defines a man is not his cock, but his heart. See Ch.29.
[3] Randel, who back then was still the Great-Uncle, wanted to humiliate and hurt Roderick; so he paid some money to a rough yokel renown for the off-the-charts thickness of his manly member, asking him to go into Roderick’s stall and wreak his ass; but in the end the peasant preferred to fuck young Quinn. Before going away, the peasant gave himself away with a careless comment, making Roderick discover the deception. See Ch.30.
[4] Anyone can attend the Benison, including young underage boys. Zach and Sly entered Keenan’s stall; the monk was blindfolded as the rules required, and while he couldn’t send the boys away, he stood perfectly still, letting the boys explore his body. The eager innocence of Zach and Sly won Keenan’s heart, but all he could remember of them were their voices, as he couldn’t see their faces. See Ch.29.