The Holy Fountain

≈ Ch. 41: THE SECRET OF THE HOLY FOUNTAIN< ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

This last triple chapter (yeah, grab a coffee!) features the entire Cousinhood, that by now you’ve come to know well. In addition, we 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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~ Blain’s fate ~

After dinner, usually the monks retired to their rooms to meditate, relax, sleep, or… celebrate the Holy Fountain making love; but that night, in Roderick’s study, the vibes were anything but relaxed.

Uncle Roderick was sitting at his desk, with a deep frown on his face; in front of him, either sitting or standing, there were Great-Uncle Cassian, Older Cousin Drake wearing again his blue habit, Uncle Devin in his white robe, Uncle Orren in his black cassock and Shay, wearing the green habit of the Young Cousins. Shay couldn’t understand why Roderick had summoned him in his study, along with all those high-ranked and older monks, and was unsuccessfully trying to hide in a corner of the small room.

“I really am at loss…” – Roderick said gravely – “What Blain has done is unprecedented, and I’m not sure how to proceed  [1]. He’s currently locked in a Blessing Stall, because Cassian stated that he couldn’t stay in areas reserved to monks, but we can’t keep him locked forever. You all always look at me as the wise man who can untangle any knot, but this time I’m open to your suggestions. Yes, you too, Shay!” – he added, with a fatherly smile – “Come forward, don’t stand in a corner: you’ve proved to be very wise, and able to look inside people’s heart. What do you think of Blain? Your generous soul always finds something good in everyone!”

Shay stepped forward, timidly, and shook his head: “Not this time, Uncle Roderick. I tried: after all, Blain so far has been a fellow monk, a Young Cousin I respected, and I could’ve even forgiven the trick he played to me; but he doesn’t want my forgiveness, he just doesn’t care. It’s… heartbreaking.”

Cassian intervened: “Shay, as usual, went straight to the point: Blain doesn’t want to be forgiven. He doesn’t respect us and doesn’t want to follow the path of the Holy Fountain so dear to our heart. Should we punish him? No. A punishment is pointless, if it’s not aimed to a future rehabilitation. All we can do is set him free, release him from his vows and open the door of the Asylum; we don’t cast him away, we just acknowledge his desire to live his life the way he wants, wrong as it may be.”

“Should we let him go away? After what he’s done?” – Drake exclaimed, and Orren placed a fatherly hand on his shoulder: “Don’t let your nightmares talk on your behalf, son. Think about it: Blain didn’t actually do anything against the law. Yes, he forced you to have an orgasm, and gave to Shay a wicked potion, but that’s nothing the Margrave can be interested in. He’s a rotten apple: his mere presence is ruining the serenity of this place. If he goes away, it’ll be better for us, as well.”

Drake was not still convinced: “But if we let him go, he will go to Silenus, and will help him hurt other people!”

“He will surely go to Silenus” – Roderick conceded – “and he may even do something bad, under his guidance; but we can’t punish a crime that hasn’t been committed, yet. I agree that Blain should go away. Any objections?”

No one said anything, and Roderick concluded: “It’s settled, then. Devin, please, go to the Blessing Stall where Blain is detained and inform him that he’s free to go. He doesn’t need to leave immediately, as the night has already fallen; but tomorrow morning he’ll have to go. Leave the outer door of the Stall unlocked, but keep locked the inner door leading to the Asylum.”

Devin nodded and went away, and the small group silently disbanded. But Roderick held Orren by his arm: “Orren… Why are you still wearing the black habit? Can’t you see that your days as a Lost Uncles are long gone? You are respected and loved again by the entire Cousinhood, and you’re a precious resource for this Asylum…”

“I will take back the white habit after passing a Trial. I want to earn that habit. And besides… not the entire Cousinhood loves me. Have you forgotten what I did to Gaynor and Shay  [2]? I want to prove to them that I’ve grown stronger in my Temperance. I want to undergo a Trial.”

“Then do it!” – Roderick replied with passion – “Tomorrow in the afternoon. Don’t worry, I won’t go easy on you: whatever you want to prove, to yourself and to us, you will. Do I have your promise?”

Orren stood silent for a moment, in deep thoughts, and then said: “I promise. Tomorrow in the afternoon.”.

 

~ The Satyrs’ Lair ~

Drake, after leaving Roderick’s study, headed to the West Wing, where he still lived, despite being now a fully rehabilitated Older Cousin. It was very late, by now, but he felt restless, nervous, and couldn’t even think to go to bed and sleep. He tried to focus on the root of his uneasiness: it wasn’t because Blain didn’t get any punishment, nor because Blain had deceived them all. No, it was something more subtle, rooted deeper into his soul. And then, suddenly Drake knew.

Blain was about to go back to the Satyrs’ Lair and meet Silenus!

Drake remembered Silenus’ features like he had last met him yesterday, rather than twenty years earlier. Silenus was magnetic, his eyes could make a man feel naked even with all his clothes on. He was even handsome, with his muscular hairy chest, his masculine stubble and his long hair. In his thirties, he was the youngest of all the Satyrs, and yet the most powerful; and the confident sensuality he emanated was overwhelming.

«What am I thinking…» – Drake thought, snapping himself out of his reverie – «He’s a beast, an evil creature, and I was lucky to escape his clutches!»

A movement out of the window caught Drake’s attention; he looked out, scanning the dark garden surrounding the Asylum, and saw Blain, or better a shadow that couldn’t be any other than him, sneaking toward the large gate, that was always open. Apparently, Blain had decided not to wait until morning to go back to the Satyrs’ Lair.

Drake, without even thinking, hurriedly took from the closet a black cloak, threw it around his shoulders and rushed out, to follow Blain. He was so nervous that the heavy wooden door slipped from his hands and slammed close with a loud thud. But Drake didn’t care: his eyes were fixed on Blain’s distant figure, and covertly started following his steps, leading to the dark forest North of the town.

If there wasn’t Blain leading the way, Drake would’ve soon got lost in the thick forest, where the feeble moonlight barely lit his path. He tried to be as silent as possible, and Blain never turned around or showed any sign of suspect. For more than two hours Drake followed Blain through the impenetrable forest, until they reached a wide clearing, and Drake’s heart skipped a beat: he was back at the Satyrs’ Lair, the place where he’d been held captive and abused in unspeakable ways  [3].

He got closer to the clearing, but didn’t step out in the open. Hiding behind a bush, Drake scanned the clearing, in search of Blain and Silenus, but he couldn’t see anything but a few Satyrs sleeping on the ground, covered by animal furs. All of the sudden, Blain’s voice behind him startled him: “I told you I would’ve brought him to you, Silenus!”

Drake leapt on his feet and turned around, gasping. Silenus was there, wearing his goat horns over his head and looking at Drake with magnetic eyes. “It’s really you…” – Silenus said with a surprised tone – “I thought you were dead! I didn’t believe Blain, when he told me that his fellow monk, living a secluded life at the Asylum, was the Chosen… But come! Let me take a good look at you, in the moonlight: I still don’t believe my own eyes…”

They moved to the clearing, where a fire was dying in a pit. Silenus threw some dry wood in it, and the flames leapt high, making them see better each other. Drake noticed that Silenus was more muscular, even manlier: he’d grown a longer beard, and the hair on his chest was thicker. More than a few gray streaks in his beard and hair revealed that years hadn’t gone by only for Drake.

Silenus looked deep into Drake’s eyes, giving him that glance that can make a man feel naked and helpless, and said: “You had guts, coming here, I’ll give you that. But it wasn’t a smart move. You are the Chosen, you belong to the Satyrs’ Lair. I won’t let you go away again.”

“I’m not the Chosen, there is no Chosen!” – Drake said fervently – “I was a seventeen year-old boy, for the Fountain’s sake! How could you torture me that way?!”

“I didn’t torture you, I followed the Scripture. You are the Fountain of Youth, the Chosen, a man born under a Blue Moon whose only purpose of living is providing his blessing essence to the worshipper of the Stone Phallus!”

“You’re delusional!” – Drake said aloud – “What ‘Scripture’ are you blabbering about? You wrote that Scripture! I really don’t know why have I come all this way to meet you. I though you could give me answers, but you can only offer me a dystopic reality that exists only in the lunacy of your mind! And nevertheless, I have to thank you, because I can finally see you for who you really are: a poor demented man who runs around in a goat costume! Farewell forever, Silenus!”

“Stop there, you fool!” – Silenus shouted, waking up everyone – “Satyrs! Come to me! The Chosen is back, ready to quench our thirst!”

Several men came out from the surrounding shrubs and from under the animal furs and menacingly surrounded Drake, looking at him with greedy eyes. “Hail, Fountain of Youth!”, some of them saluted him, causing cold shivers to run along Drake’s spine.

“Take him and impale him on the Stone!” – Silenus ordered, looking at Drake with feverish eyes, and the Satyrs moved closer to Drake, from all the directions, putting out their dirty arms to grab him.

“Whoever harms a hair on his head is a dead man!” – a powerful voice thundered from the forest, and all the eyes turned to see. From behind the bushes, Gaynor stepped into the clearing, in all his frightful gigantic frame, followed by Keenan holding a club, Flann, Devin and even Cassian. Their muscles and their eyes glistened in the moonlight, and the fury in their gaze made them a frightful sight.

“My Satyrs! Attack the intruders!” – Silenus yelled, but the Satyrs, always tough to the weak but deeply coward as they were, quickly disbanded and ran away with squeals of fear, leaving Silenus and Blain to their fate.

Keenan grabbed Silenus and quickly locked his arms behind his back, immobilizing him. Blain shouted: “Leave him alone, or he will kill you with his supernatural powers!”

Everyone turned to Blain, shooting at him skeptic glances. “Supernatural?” – Drake asked, and Blain replied, almost hysterical: “Do you think Silenus is a mere mortal like you all? He’s a god! Look at him, at his powerful body! Can you guess how old is he? 147 years! Ha! Prepare to die, you all!”

Silenus shook his head and sighed loud: “Ahh… The youngsters’ mind can be influenced so easily…! Blain, I’m fifty-two. And my muscles are the result of a daily grueling training. Your gigantic friend, here - Gaynor, is it? – is much more god-like than me. And I was wrong about Drake, too: he can’t be the One, the Fountain of Youth, or now I wouldn’t be as old as I am.”

Blain looked like the Earth itself was crumbling under his feet. His eyes got wet, finally seeing Silenus for who he really was. He stepped closer to him and with a trembling hand, as if he was afraid to die on the spot, he grabbed Silenus’ horns and pulled them away. The fake horns fell to the ground and Blain stared at them in horror. And then, without a word, he ran away, sobbing loudly, and disappeared in the forest.

Drake looked at Silenus, pensively, and then menacingly moved closer to him. Silenus squirmed, but Keenan held him tight. Drake raised his hands and placed them on Silenus’ hairy chest, kneaded his pecs and brushed his fingers on the man’s meaty nipples. Silenus gasped, taken aback by Drake’s unexpected move, and then uttered a chocked scream when Drake lowered a hand and took a handful of Silenus’ flaccid manhood, covered by a short skirt made of braided grass blades.

Drake’s hand gripped hard Silenus’ gonads, making him howl for the pain; then viciously pinched his nipples, making him howl again. “This can give you a glimpse of how you feel when you’re helpless, at the mercy of a merciless torturer. Now imagine how I felt, every time you made the Stone tear my hole apart, and then assaulted my exposed, vulnerable manhood!”

Silenus gave to Drake an intense, painful look and then said: “I don’t have to imagine. I know how it feels.”

Drake’s eyes opened wide for the surprise: “You… You mean that you, too…”

“It’s not worth talking about it” – Silenus cut it short – “What are you going to do to me? Will you torture me? Kill me? If you’re going to impale me on the Stone, save yourself the trouble: my wreaked hole can take it in stride, including the larger ball at the base.”

“We’re not going to do anything to you” – Gaynor said seriously – “but you’re coming with us to the Asylum. The Uncles will decide on your fate. Let’s go, it’s a long way home and it’s almost dawn.”

 

~ The Ultimate Trial of Temperance ~

Uncle Roderick didn’t like in the least being dragged out of bed that early in the morning. Last night he’d gone to bed late, after taking a difficult decision about Blain, and now he was nervously pacing again his study, under the attentive gaze of Silenus, Keenan, Cassian and the other monks who took part in the nightly expedition.

“By the Holy Fountain and all the Holy Springs!” – he exclaimed, exasperated – “Lock him in a Blessing Stall! This Asylum is becoming a branch of the Blackthorne Dungeons!”

Roderick immediately regretted his last words, looking at the hurting glance that Cassian shot him. “Please forgive me, Cassian. I didn’t mean to awaken painful memories  [4]. Devin, please, be sure that both doors of the Stall are locked, and then meet me in the dining hall: we all need a substantial breakfast.”

After breakfast, the news about the monks’ unplanned trip to the Satyrs’ Lair was on everyone’s lips. And the excited chatter went on for the entire morning, and at lunch the monks were still commenting under their breath the recent events: “So, Blain knew that Drake was following him!” “Yes! But Drake was not aware that Gaynor and the others were following him!” “And did they bring Silenus back with them?” “You bet! He’s locked in a Blessing Stall!” “Blain was such a fool to believe Silenus’ lies!” “I’m glad he’s gone, I hope to never see him again…!”

“A-ehm!!” – Roderick loudly cleared his throat to overcome the loud buzz – “My Nephews, I understand that having Silenus here at the Asylum is… distracting, but let’s focus on much more important subjects: subjects that are dear to our heart. This afternoon will take place the most important event of any Asylum: the Ultimate Trial of Temperance, the Trial that monks endure to become Uncles.”

“Are we going to have a new Uncle?” – Glen asked with wide eyes, and Roderick chuckled – “A ‘new old’ one, we could say. Uncle Orren, who already passed such a Trial many years ago, wants to prove to himself and to us how stronger he’s grown in his Temperance. And if I know him, this Trial will be something you won’t want to miss. Usual time and place: in the Chapter House at 4 PM.”

“What about Silenus?” – Devin asked – “Should we leave him unguarded? The doors are locked, but this is not a prison…”

Roderick thought about it and then said: “Bring him to the Trial: it can be very educational for him to witness the power of the true Holy Fountain.”

At the agreed time, the entire Cousinhood gathered in the Chapter House, eager to witness what promised to be an amazing event. Devin stood on the back, close to the wall, holding the rope that tied Silenus’ wrists behind his back. On the raised stage, Uncle Orren was standing next to the padded bench, still wearing his black cassock; a bit afar, Roderick, in his bright white habit, looked at Orren in silence, waiting for a complete silence to fall in the room.

“Orren!” – he then said in a formal tone – “You already are a revered and loved Uncle of this Asylum. You’re not required to undergo any further Trial.”

“Nevertheless, I willingly submit myself to the Ultimate Trial of Temperance” – Orren replied, standing proudly – “as I feel the need to prove to myself and to my Nephews that my Temperance is much stronger than years ago, when I first passed this very same Trial. Once, I was proved unworthy of the white robe I was wearing; now I want to gain the right to wear it again.”

“So be it, then. Submit to my command, Orren, and strip naked. In this first test, you are required to ignore the call of Nature and keep your manhood limp, no matter how enticing and exciting may be what you feel and see.”

Orren promptly took off his habit and tossed it away, standing still in the middle of the stage. From the small crowd of Cousin, young Quinn stepped forward and climbed on the stage; he was wearing only a loincloth, but as soon as he was next to Orren, he took it away. Naked as he was, he got on the padded bench on all fours, giving to Orren a perfect view of his bubble ass.

Then, slowly, Quinn started parting his knees, wider and wider, making his ass cheeks open up in a very enticing way, to give a glimpse of his rosy hairless hole. He then straightened his legs, in a full split position, and lowered his chest to the bench, offering his beautiful young ass to Orren in the most irresistible way.

Roderick, from aside, observed Orren’s reaction, or better the lack of it: Orren stood stoically still, looking at Quinn’s small puckered hole without any visible sign of sexual excitement. Roderick knew well that the usual technique of making some Cousins caress and tease Orren would’ve been ineffective, as Orren was a cerebral and dominant man: with him, an enticing show and a hard-to-refuse offer would’ve been more effective than the most sensual physical contact.

Quinn, resorting to his unrivalled flexibility, thrusted his ass up and wiggled it under Orren’s attentive gaze, flexing his anal muscles to make his puckered hole ‘wink’ at the austere Uncle. Orren’s member stayed perfectly limp, so Roderick gestured to Glen to come forward.

Glen, though being twenty, and though being an expert cock-lover, looked like a beautiful blond boy, with his big innocent blue eyes; he climbed on the stage and then on the bench, straddling Quinn still in a full split position. He then lowered his chest on Quinn’s back, adding his own perfect little ass to the already irresistible offer Quinn was making of his own.

Orren looked at the two young, inviting asses blatantly spread in front of his eyes, almost begging to be filled by a stiff man meat, and some beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, while his breath paced up. Suddenly he realized what was Roderick’s strategy: wake up his inner beast and let it overcome Orren’s senses, thus making him fail the Trial.

Another man, in Orren’s shoes, could’ve thought ill of Roderick, but not Orren: he rather thanked him, inwardly, to put him in the worst situation ever. But he didn’t know that the worst was yet to come.

A voice, almost a growl, came from the audience: “These boys need a man’s cock, and I have enough for both of them…”; the small crowd parted and Flann, naked and sporting his incredible 13-inch stiff erection, came forward and took position behind the boys. “Look, Orren…” – he added in a mocking tone – “Look how a real man fucks a boy…!”

Of course, Flann wasn’t really mocking Orren: as requested by Roderick, he was adding a little humiliation to the already unbearable desire that by now was surely enflaming Orren’s mind. Flann pointed his rock-hard and thoroughly oiled cock on Quinn’s puckered hole and thrusted his hips forward. Slowly, but without ever stopping, Flann’s cock disappeared inside Quinn’s experienced chute, under Orren’s rapt eyes.

“Yeah, man, look at me” – Flann said in a sensual tone, easing his rod in and out of Quinn’s hole – “Look at my cock, my big stiff cock eaten up by this boy’s hungry ass! Ooohh…! It’s like velvet! And he can even take it rough!”.

With his last words, Flann pulled almost out and suddenly slammed his hips on Quinn’s buttocks, feeding his ass with all his thirteen inches of stiff meat, all at once. “OOOHH!! Thank you, sir!! Fuck me hard!” – Quinn moaned loud, begging for more, and Orren had to clearly restrain himself to prevent a shameful erection.

“Why don’t you take the other boy?” – Flann provoked Orren; and since he didn’t move, Flann sighed: “Alright, your loss. Get ready, Glen, as you’re about to be impaled on a black rod!”

With excited squeals, Glenn wiggled his ass and sighed loud when he felt Flann’s cock forced open his elastic anal ring. “Give it to me, sir!” – Glen urged Flann, and it was more than obvious that it wasn’t an act, but rather pure unrestrained lust. Flann didn’t need to be told twice, and gave to the eager boy all the cock he craved for, and much, much more.

Under Orren’s eyes, Flann fucked hard, in turn, both boys, pulling his incredible black cock out from one ass to then shove it in the other one, without ever missing a beat. He was relentless and tireless, but in the end he groaned loud and stiffened, hitting the acme of his pleasure. He turned to Orren and locked eyes with him; and Orren let out a restrained groan, trying to resist to that last hard test: staying limp while looking into a man’s eyes in the very moment he gets lost in his orgasm.

 

~ The Beast is tamed ~

After few moments, everything was over. Flann, panting, stepped back and the boys climbed down from the bench. Roderick looked at Orren’s perfectly limp cock and nodded with admiration: “You gave an amazing proof of your Temperance, Orren, but your Trial is not over. Lay down on the bench, now, and let your member grow to a full erection, at last. Your task is now to hold your semen and keep your Fountain dry, no matter how strong is your need to let it gush.

Orren silently lay on the bench and, under everyone’s eyes, let his member stiffen and swell, until it was fully hard and throbbing. He glanced at the Cousinhood, wondering which one of the Cousins was going to tempt him and try to make him cum.

His mouth sagged open when he saw Shay come forward and climb on the stage with confident steps. Shay felt his heart pound hard, happy and proud as he was to have been asked by Roderick to take part in the Trial. And not a minor part: his was the main role.

Shay’s intentions became more than clear when he tore away his loincloth, climbed on the bench and straddled Orren’s hips, keeping his ass at an inch from Orren’s throbbing manhood.

Orren was aghast: “Shay… Are you sure…? Have you forgotten what I did to you? The horrible way I raped you, robbing you from your precious virginity?”

“Forgotten?” – Shay replied seriously, but with a hint of sweetness – “No, Uncle Orren. I can’t possibly forget.”

“So… Does this mean… that you can you finally forgive me?”

Shay smiled tenderly: “I’ve forgiven you long ago, when I understood that you weren’t an evil man but a victim of your own irrepressible sexuality, your ‘beast’, as you call it. But wait before thanking me” – Shay then added with an urchin grin – “because I’m going to turn your Trial into a nightmare…”

With those words, Shay lowered his ass on Orren’s stiff cock and went on pushing down until every inch of it had disappeared into his velvety chute. Orren realized that Shay had prepared himself, thoroughly greasing and loosening his own hole, that now brushed with utmost sensuality over his enflamed cock.

Shay started riding Orren’s rod with growing intensity, bouncing on his crotch at each thrust. Orren was sweating profusely, and his tense, concentrated expression revealed how hard was for him to cope with the double delight: the sensual massage of Shay’s anal canal over his cock and the incredible, sweet notion that Shay loved him and had forgiven him.

“My boy… My sweet, wonderful boy…” – Orren murmured, placing his hands on Shay’s chiseled chest, and Shay replied rhythmically flexing his anal muscles, to hold in a stronger grip Orren’s manhood and forcefully milk it.

“This time I’ll be stronger than you…” – Shay said confidently, speeding up his ride to a frantic pace – “Give in, Uncle Orren, and cum! Cum for me! Flood my tender depths like you did that night!”

“NNNNGGHH…” – Orren groaned loud, putting a superhuman effort in restraining himself – “You wicked boy! AH! Holy Spring, not so fast…!!”

“Prove how strong you are, Orren!” – Shay said in a restrained voice, clearly climbing himself to the peak of his pleasure – “Prove that you can restrain yourself and won’t hurt any other boy like you did to me! Prove it! OOOHH… Holy SprinNNNNGGHH!!!”

Shay’s cock throbbed wildly and shot a thick plume of creamy seed that splat on Orren’s face, soon followed by another, and another. Though lost in his own pleasure, Shay didn’t stop riding Orren with passion, milking him in the most exquisite way.

Slowly, his orgasm trailed off and Shay reclined on Orren’s chest and held him tight, feeling the Uncle’s cock still throb and twitch inside his loosened ass. Shay raised his head and looked straight into Orren’s eyes: “You… You didn’t cum, did you?”

“No boy, I didn’t cum” – Orren replied with a tired smile, his face drenched with sweat, and Shay smiled tenderly: “Thank you. Now I know that even the most innocent and naïve boy is safe in your hands.”

Shay quickly got off the bench and stepped away. Orren stood up on uncertain feet, but then took a deep breath and stood tall. Roderick gave him another admired glance and said: “Now you have to give proof of how strong is your control over your deepest instincts. You are required to let your Fountain gush at my command, not a moment before, not a moment after. Please face the Cousins and tell me when you’re ready.”

All the Cousins looked at Orren and at his rock-hard cock. They all knew that soon that throbbing symbol of the Holy Fountain, on Roderick’s command, would’ve bathed them with its blessing seed.

But much to everyone’s surprise, a deep frown obscured Orren’s face and his stiff member started deflating. It was more than obvious, by Orren’s tense expression and his labored breath, that Orren was putting a herculean effort in subduing his irrepressible erection.

The mere fact that, after such an intense Trial, Orren was able to force his member go limp was astounding and unprecedented in itself; but no one could restrain a gasp of surprise when Orren, now perfectly limp, said: “I’m ready. Give the command.”

Roderick was as shocked as the other monks: “Orren… You’re not even hard, how can you…”

“Give the command, Roderick!!” – Orren shouted, harshly tried by the exertion.

Roderick’s eyes opened wide, but he quickly regained his composure and, with the most authoritarian tone he was capable of, said aloud: “Bend to my command, Orren, and cum! Now!”

For a moment, is seemed like time had halted in the wide Chapter House. No one dared to even breathe. A low growl escaped Orren’s throat, a growl that suddenly escalated to a roar; and under everyone’s astonished eyes, Orren’s flaccid manhood let out a thick shot of manly seed, and then a second one and a third. “GGGHHHAAAA!!!” – Orren screamed, fighting the harshest battle of his life: keeping his inner beast forcefully restrained but, at the same time, force it to give its precious seed.

The Cousins where aghast, and many exclamations of joy and surprise echoed in the wide hall, while a puddle of semen formed at Orren’s feet.

When the incredible ejaculation was over, several monks climbed on the stage to express their admiration to Orren, but he hurriedly stepped back: “No, please, stay away! Stay away!!”

Ewan, who shared with Orren the same overactive sexuality, was perhaps the only one who could understand how Orren was feeling: his strenuous fight with his inner beast had drained his energies, and now the beast was claiming its toll. No one was safe from Orren’s sexual hunger. An ass had to be forcefully fucked, relentlessly, until the beast, fully satisfied, would go back to his lair.

“I’m here, Orren.” – Ewan said, stepping forward – “We promised to each other mutual help to keep our overwhelming needs in check. Fuck me, as hard as you need!”

 

~ Forgiveness ~

“No!” – a voice came from the crowd, and Ewan, with great surprise, saw Gaynor come forward, looking straight into Orren’s eyes. “If Orren needs an ass to fuck, I offer mine. I won’t whimper out. Not after Shay proved to us all how sweet and powerful can be forgiveness. I didn’t forget the vile way Orren raped me, either, but, at long last, I’m ready to forgive him.”

“You don’t understand, Gaynor…” – Ewan said with urgency – “in this moment Orren can’t fully control himself!”

Gaynor kept his gaze deep into Orren’s and said: “He won’t hurt me. Will you, Uncle Orren?”

“I won’t” – Orren replied, clearly taken aback by Gaynor’s unexpected offer – “I would rather hurt myself then hurt you again.”

“I didn’t expect any less from you, Uncle Orren” – Gaynor said with a respectful grin, and then took away his habit, reclined on the bench and held his own legs up and apart, offering to Orren the treasure that once he brutally looted. Everyone knew that Gaynor, after Orren’s rape, fifteen years earlier, had willingly offered his ass only once, to Shay. He was practically a virgin, and yet he was now daringly putting himself in those very hands that long before hurt him so bad.

The enticing sight of Gaynor’s muscular buttocks, shamelessly splayed in front of his eyes, giving a clear glimpse of his hairless tight hole made Orren feel a rush of lust and his cock rose to a full erection in seconds.

Gaynor was fully aware of the danger he was putting himself into, offering his ass to Orren when he was not in full control of himself; and therefore he was prepared to get a rough, possibly painful fuck. When Orren took position between his spread legs, Gaynor nodded at him his consent and waited for the rough impalement… that didn’t come.

Instead, Orren bent down and placed a tender kiss on the hole that once he violated with merciless violence; and then darted his tongue all around the puckered skin, making Gaynor squirm for the surprise and the pleasure: Orren, the commanding, dominant Orren was bending himself to eat a man’s ass! And… he was very good at it!

“Orren… You… Oooohh..!!” – Gaynor moaned softly, caught in the web of delight that Orren was weaving for him – “You never… Holy Sprinnnng…!”

Orren took his time, and worked Gaynor’s hole with his tongue and his fingers for long, until Gaynor almost begged him to be fucked. Only then Orren stood up, oiled his own cock and pointed it to Gaynor’s back door.

“Is it true?” – Orren asked, before pushing in – “Have you really forgiven me?”

“You’re about to prove to me that the man who raped me long ago doesn’t exist anymore, and I won’t ever charge you with his sins.”

Orren gently thrusted his hips forward, and then waited Gaynor to open up for him; the desire to plunge his cock all the way into the vulnerable ass was almost overwhelming, and Orren started sweating profusely, but forcefully restrained himself. Inch by inch Orren’s rod crawled its way inside Gaynor, with utmost gentleness, until it was fully buried into the tight passage.

After a few careful thrusts in and out, that loosened Gaynor’s hole and made it slick with oil, Gaynor flashed a thankful smile: “I knew you could do it, Uncle Orren. Now stop restraining yourself: I’m ready. Don’t worry…” – he joked – “…I have a sturdy frame, I won’t break.”

Orren’s hips paced up, his thrusts became more vigorous, and what so far had been a delicate, respectful love-making quickly became a powerful, forceful fuck; but Gaynor’s smile didn’t fade, and he took in stride all Orren dished at him.

Urged by Gaynor, Orren unleashed his inner beast, his cock battered with unrestrained ardor the giant monk’s ass, his groin slammed hard on the massive glutes, and still Gaynor’s gaze was forgiving and affectionate, not a trace of reproach in it. Orren, after all he had to endure during and after his Trial, couldn’t think straight, and said, incredulous: “You can’t possibly love me…”

“I can.” – Gaynor replied – “It took a young man with a heart bigger than my muscles to show me the way, but now I can love you, Orren. But… can you love yourself?”

Orren’s hips slowed down to a gentle, sweet rocking movement that let his cock titillate Gaynor’s prostate in the most sensual way. “I guess it’s about time I start doing it. But not before you bless me with your manly seed…”

Orren reached out to Gaynor’s thick cock and started stroking it with passion, looking straight into his eyes. The gigantic monk inhaled sharply, quickly climbing the last steps to his orgasm, and Orren, too, felt he was about to explode.

Maybe some of the monks watching them were expecting howls and loud screams of pleasure, but there were none. In an almost mystic silence, Gaynor’s and Orren’s Fountains gushed at the same time, while the two men looked intensely into each other’s eyes, sharing their pleasure and their mutual respect and affection.

When, at long last, their blissful orgasm trailed off, Orren and Gaynor got off the bench, amidst a deafening ovation. Orren almost couldn’t hear Roderick when he came closer, bringing a bright white habit, and said with a big smile: “If ever an Uncle deserved to wear this habit, it’s you, Orren. Welcome back.”

Amidst the loud cheers that ensued, Uncle Roderick took from a drawer a neatly folded green habit and raised it in the air, immediately drawing on himself the attention of everyone.

“We’re not done, yet. Torrance! Come here, and take this habit. I don’t want to see any more black habits around! Well…” – he added, stifling an impish grin – “…except Randel’s of course!”

The small crowd burst in a joyful laughter, and Torrance, timidly, climbed on the stage and stood in front of Roderick: “I… I didn’t undergo any Trial or anything to gain the right to wear the green habit again…”

“My sweet Nephew” – Roderick replied, with a contrite expression – “you deserve to wear this habit just as much as we all deserve to wear ours. True, you lost your way, at some point, but I’m now ashamed to have thrown you in the West Wing, instead of helping you coming back into the light of the Holy Fountain. It took a young and brave Novice with a heart as big as this Asylum…” – Roderick added giving a thankful glance to Shay, who blushed – “…to show me how wrong I was. Take this green habit, Torrance, and wear it with pride.”

“But… But…” – Torrance stuttered, uncertain – “What if I lose my way again?”

“You come to me. You will always find fatherly guidance and sincere forgiveness in my arms. …Or Shay’s!”

The Cousins giggled and exchanged covert comments, glancing with sincere affection at Shay, who blushed crimson red and seemed like he wanted to disappear, as he wasn’t used to be the center of everyone’s attention. But the Cousinhood’s gazes were soon drawn to the stage, where Torrance, too happy to wait any longer, had taken away his black habit, giving display of a sensual, toned body that the Cousin had not a chance to admire since Torrance was confined into the West Wing.

The young monk quickly wore the green habit and stood in front of Uncle Roderick with shining eyes. “Welcome back, Young Cousin Torrance” – Roderick said with a great affection and then, much to anyone’s surprise, he held tight Torrance into his arms and gave him a long, intense kiss.

When they parted, Torrance’s erection couldn’t be hidden under the thin fabric, rousing amused chuckles. Torrance took his breath and said: “I once let my… passion for big phalluses lead me astray, but I promise that from now on I… I will keep my man-hole locked!”

“Don’t you dare!” – Roderick laughed loud, taking a handful of Torrance’s enticing buns, and loud peals of laughter echoed in the Chapter House.

It took a while until the joyous exclamations toned down to a lively chat, and then Cassian said aloud: “My Nephews, your new Uncle and your fellow Cousin Torrance deserve a proper celebration! I took the liberty to instruct the cook to prepare a special drink that… uhm… bends a little our rule forbidding alcoholic beverages. Let’s move to the refectory!”

The Cousinhood, following Cassian, started flocking out of the Chapter House; Roderick looked at the opposite end of the ample hall and glanced pensively at Silenus, standing near the back wall with the hands tied behind his back, under constant control by Uncle Devin. “Shay!” – Roderick called, walking to Devin – “Please, come here and do me a favor. Uncle Devin can’t miss the celebrations for Orren: do you feel like checking on Silenus while we’re away? It won’t be long.”

“Are you sure, Roderick?” – Devin asked, worried that Silenus could do something bad to Shay, but Roderick confirmed: “All the external doors are locked; Silenus can’t run away, and it would be utterly stupid of him to hurt Shay or try anything.”

Devin handed to Shay the cord tied to Silenus’ wrists and said into his ear: “Don’t believe a single word he says!”

 

~ The Secret of the Holy Fountain ~

The two Uncles went away, leaving Shay and Silenus alone in the Chapter House. For a while, they stood in silence, looking at each other. Shay gazed deep into Silenus’ eyes, searching for an answer to his main question: how can a man become so abject to hurt a seventeen-year-old boy in such a cruel way.

Shay was sure he would’ve spotted a deep malice in those eyes, but all he saw was… doubt; a hint of shame, even. Once more, Shay bent his ear to his heart, rather than to his brain, and with quick moves he untied Silenus’ hands. “You’re not going to hurt me” – Shay said, and it was a statement, rather than a question.

Silenus was surprised, and looked in silence at Shay, massaging his sore wrists.

Again, a tense silence fell between them, until Shay felt tired (and a bit stupid, too), to stand in silence in front of Silenus, and gently pushed him toward the farthest corner of the room: “They should put some chairs here…” – he commented – “I’m afraid I can’t offer you anything better than the cold floor.”

They sat down side by side, resting their backs on the wall. “The Ultimate Trial of Temperance is not something you see any day, is it?” – Shay cautiously asked, and Silenus nodded: “It was… intense. That man, Orren, has an astonishing control of his own body.”

“I agree that it was astonishing, but you missed the main point: what you just witnessed was the highest expression of the Holy Fountain. If Orren could do what he did, it’s because the Holy Fountain flows strong in him.”

Silenus’ reply shocked Shay: “The Holy Fountain is bullshit. I’m not so naïve to believe in it, not anymore. The Holy Fountain… Ha! The source of infinite wisdom and infinite joy! It gushes from the ground to elevate us to the highest skies! Quite a beautiful fairy tale…”

Shay stood silent for a moment and then said: “Until recently I have been a mere Novice, and not the smartest one. But one thing I’ve understood: what the Holy Fountain really is. You don’t really believe that the Holy Fountain is a sort of water spring gushing out somewhere from the earth, do you? It’s a symbol, of course, and at first I thought it was a symbol of something too complicated and transcendent for me to understand, but the answer was obvious, and had been under my eyes all the time…”

Unbeknownst to Shay and Silenus, Cassian had come back to the Chapter House, but before entering he heard Shay’s last words and hid behind the half-closed door. While he was eavesdropping the conversation, Roderick and Devin arrived, and Cassian gestured them to keep silent and stand still, and listen. Quickly, the entire Cousinhood, in perfect silence, gathered behind the Uncles, and bent their ears to Shay’s words.

“So, you, a callow boy, know the Secret of the Holy Fountain, uh?” – Silenus exclaimed in a mocking tone – “You know what the Holy Fountain really is! And what is it, pray tell?”

Shay smiled tenderly and replied: “Love. As simple as that. The Holy Fountain is nothing but love.”

Behind the half-closed door, Cassian and Roderick exchanged an admired glance. Silenus’ expression, on the contrary, wasn’t that admired, he actually rolled his eyes and huffed… to then become pensive. The wheels, in his mind, set in motion. It couldn’t be that simple, of course! Generations of monks had spent their life studying the Holy Book! How could a young monk, barely legal, know better than them?

“Think about it” – Shay said, looking at Silenus’ perplexed expression – “Love gushes from our heart like a fountain; and it makes us stronger: we can do incredible things for those who we love, things that we’d never be able to do alone. Love is forgiveness, acceptance, gives us peace of mind and cures our inner wounds. If you read the Holy Book, you’ll find that all these things are the main qualities of the Holy Fountain…”

“But the Holy Book also states that the Holy Fountain can be wrathful and forceful” – Silenus objected, and Shay confirmed: “Exactly! If you become jealous, or you feel your love has been betrayed, you can become wrathful, and your anger may seem all the opposite of love, but it’s actually another side of love itself. A side that can be dangerous, and that’s why the Holy Book warns us to always exert our temperance.”

“Temperance? But it’s the ability to restrain our sexuality!”

“It’s the ability to restrain our instincts” – Shay said, seriously – “Temperance is what make us think with our brain, rather than our guts, or our groins. And since sexuality is one of our most powerful instincts, if you can control it, you can control every aspect of your life.”

Looking at Silenus, Shay realized that he still didn’t believe his words, but also that he desperately wanted to believe them. So, he explained: “Since I joined the Asylum, all the monks have taught me things about the Holy Fountain. My roommate Ewan showed me how fulfilling and intense can be when two men merge their souls into one. And that’s love, Silenus. I love Ewan with all my heart, to the point that I feel I couldn’t live without him.”

Out of the door, Ewan had to press a hand on his mouth not to give voice to the sudden overwhelming love he felt for Shay, listening to his words; and his inner turmoil found its way out through his wet eyes.

“And Uncle Roderick” – Shay went on – “taught me to think with my own head, to be my own man, as this is what the Holy Fountains wants from us. He’s always been caring with me, he supported me when I failed, and instructed me when I needed his guidance. And… well… he also showed me for the first time how sublime could be man-sex. Isn’t it love? A different kind of love, compared to the passion I feel for my soulmate, but much as strong.”

The affectionate, loving smile that lit up Roderick’s face while listening to Shay’s words didn’t go unnoticed; Devin put a hand on Roderick’s shoulders and whispered into his ear: “You did the same for me, and for all of us”. And Roderick didn’t reply, because a lump in his throat prevented him to speak a single word.

“And then there’s Gaynor” – Shay added, with a tender glimpse in his eyes – “who has always been for me the rock to cling to in my darkest moments, the hero who comes to my rescue when I most need him; there’s Flann, who taught me how to give myself to a man completely, even taking inside me an off-the-charts manhood like his own. And Glen, who made me explore my assertive and dominant side; Devin, who taught me by example what seduction is… I could name all my fellow monks one by one, because each of them has taught me something of the Holy Fountain, but in the end taught me something about love. Love is complicated, even obscure, sometimes: no wonder generations of monks have studied it, and still cannot understand it fully.”

“Wait…” – Silenus exclaimed, after listening attentively at Shay’s long speech – “Are you telling me that the Holy Fountain is not a symbol of the male ejaculation? That the blessing doesn’t come from a man’s seed?”

“Sex, sex, it’s all about sex…” – Shay sighed, smiling – “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I love sex! And looking at a man lost in his orgasm, while being showered by his blessing seed, is always a mind-blowing experience! But sex… sex is one of the many sides of love, in the end, isn’t it? I know, in the outer world, away from the path of the Holy Fountain, there can be sex without love, I wasn’t born yesterday. But here, in this Asylum, and anywhere there’s love, sex just goes with it. Sex is a mean to convey emotions, and the ejaculation is just the visible climax of an exchange of emotions.”

Cassian and the other monks were hanging from Shay’s lips; and Silenus, too, by now, was looking more and more unsure, but he still wasn’t ready to give up: “Love, love! The Holy Book says so many beautiful things, that the Holy Fountain guides us, support us, protects us… ‘Sancta Fons shalt kepe thee’, it says, ‘The Holy Fountain will protect you’! Well, it didn’t protect me!”

Shay gasped, surprised: “What was that the Holy Fountain should’ve protect you from? And how come you are so… knowledgeable about the Holy Book?”

Silenus paused, gazing to a distant point, and then replied in a low voice: “I was a Young Cousin, once. At the Holy Oasis, the Asylum in the deep South  [5]. It’s a poor Asylum, we had to work in the world to help the Cousinhood. I worked as a handyman for a wealthy middle-eastern man. It was clear since my first day that he was lusting after me, but I always refused his advances, as he was lewd and disgusting; but I needed to work, and I went on visiting his house, day after day.”

 

~ The root of all the evil ~

“And then, one day he kidnapped me, brought me to the basement and tied me to some hooks on the wall. He assaulted me, ripped my habit away and started sucking my manhood with beastly greed, but I was too scared and disgusted to give him what he craved for. So he… ‘helped’ me reaching the ejaculation forcing a thick ivory phallus into my ass. I was not a virgin, by then, but that thing was… huge. He was merciless, and I felt a pain I had never felt in my whole life. And then he made me drink a disgusting bitter potion that put a fire in me, and despite the shame and the pain, I shot all my manly seed into his mouth. And then he forced another orgasm out of my aching manhood. And another…”

Shay stared at Silenus with wide eyes: it was impossible not to notice that what the old middle-eastern man did to him was pretty much the same Silenus, in turn, did to Drake.

«Holy Fountain and all the Holy Springs!» – Shay pondered, suddenly hit by an unexpected thought – «In a way, that’s what Drake did to Torrance, too! History is repeating!»

Silenus took a deep breath and went on: “No one came looking for me from the Asylum, no one cared about my fate. The Holy Fountain didn’t protect me, it didn’t save me, nor did my fellow monks. My tormentor kept on torturing me for almost two years, until my man hole was irreparably broken and my semen had been drained to the last drop. I was no more a man, and I became useless to my captor. One night, he just threw me away from his house, without even giving me something to cover my nudity.”

“And… did you go back to the Asylum, then?” – Shay asked, and his trembling, cracking voice made Silenus turn with an affectionate smile: “My sweet boy, are you in pain for me? Thank you, your tears are a caress to my tortured soul. No, I didn’t go back to the Asylum. What for? The monks had told me too many lies about the Holy Fountain already. I stole some clothes and went away, trying to give a meaning to what that horrible man did to me. And in my hurting mind a weird idea formed: that I was special, that I was, in a way, the living expression of the Holy Fountain, that the Holy Fountain was my manhood, and my seed was the blessing fruit that my tormentor craved for. I was The Fountain of Youth.”

“You’re… blasphemous…!” – Shay murmured, and Silenus chuckled sadly: “I’ve done much worse things than that… Anyway, my manhood was dead, I was not the Fountain of Youth anymore, but I was not prepared to give up on my beautiful crazy idea; so I started looking for someone who could bear in his loins the power of the Holy Fountain, someone whose blessed seed would’ve given me back my virility. I studied the Holy Book, and in the meantime I gathered a group of people who believed in me, we lived in the wild, like the Satyrs of the children’s tale. We arrived here and set up our camp in the wood North of the town. I heard about a boy who was born in a Blue Moon night, and suddenly it was clear for me: that boy was The Chosen, the Fountain of Youth I was waiting for!”

Silenus sighed loudly, shaking his head, and went on: “But I was wrong. He was not the Chosen. I drank gallons of his seed, but it didn’t cure me, I still was a half-man, surrounded by other half-men whose manhood, for different reasons, was as dead as mine.”

“Say…” – Shay asked, cautiously – “Do you still believe in the… alternate Holy Fountain you conjured in your mind?”

Silenus frowned and said with trembling voice: “Go on, my boy, go on pushing the blade into my heart, as I deserve it! Expose and deride my folly! No, my boy. I stopped believing it long ago, but it hurt so bad…! It hurt thinking that back then I was nothing more than a stupid, naïve boy, fallen prey of the unholy lust of a disgusting old man. It hurt realizing that there was no reason behind the cruelty of that man, there was no noble meaning, there was just sordid lust and vile prevarication. And there was the shame, too! The stinging shame and the horror of having been, for Drake, what that men had been for me. There is no Chosen, there is no blessing seed: I tortured Drake, I can’t deny it anymore. And there is no place for me to hide, because I can’t hide from myself. The pain I feel every day is so stinging that I would cry a river, if I hadn’t drained all my tears long ago, under the merciless torture of my tormentor.”

Shay felt a lump in his throat, while a turmoil of contrasting sentiments clashed into his soul. He loved Drake, and felt for him, for the torture he had to suffer; and he was more than ready to forgive Drake for the sinful life he lived as a consequence of his trauma: yes, he hurt Torrance, and Shay himself, but it wasn’t his fault, he was just trying to cope with the nightmares harboring in his soul!

But then, didn’t Silenus live the same horror? Wasn’t his sinful life as excusable as Drake’s?

In the deep silence that fell in the Chapter House, Shay moved a hand and placed it on Silenus’ leg. Nothing more. But that simple gesture of sincere support and affection was too much for Silenus to bear. He restrained a sob, then tried to restrain one more, but he couldn’t, and at long last his tears found their way out through the impenetrable armor of lies and fantasies he had built around himself.

Shay looked in pain at Silenus, at his massive hairy body shaken by sobs, at his manly face streaked with tears and pressed harder his hands on Silenus’ leg, to comfort him.

“Don’t love me” – Silenus blurred between his tears – “I don’t deserve anyone’s love!”

“It’s not me” – Shay replied with a faint smile – “It’s the Holy Fountain. It flows strong in this Asylum, it’s everywhere. It’s powerful, it can break down any obstacle, and you can’t do anything but surrender to its sweetness. You can be forgiven, Silenus, but the question is: are you strong enough to forgive yourself? It’s not easy, you have to destroy yourself to your fundaments and rebuild your life from scratch.”

 

~ The perverse loop is broken ~

Silenus restrained his sobs and shot a bitter smile: “I wish it could be possible. I’d do anything to be again the man I once was. But it’s impossible. How can possibly someone forgive me? How can possibly anyone love me?”

“I, for one, can…!” – came a strong voice from the door, and Silenus instantly leapt on his feet: “Drake!!”

Drake strode toward them with slow steps, wearing an impenetrable expression. Silenus tried to step back, but he soon got his back to the wall. Drake stood in front of Silenus and looked straight at him: “I couldn’t help but listen to you tale. Well, the entire Cousinhood did the same, actually” – he added, glancing at all the Uncles and Cousins silently entering the Chapter Hall and gathering around them.

“While listening to you” – Drake went on – “at times I seemed to hear my own voice, saying the same things to Shay. I won’t lie to you: you caused me a grief and a desperation that goes way beyond the physical damage you made me suffer; but I can’t ignore that we share the same trauma, be both know how it feels being debased and abused, being treated like a milking cow, having our intimacy under the merciless control of another man. We both were trapped in a perverse loop, we suffered and made others suffer; but that loop must be broken.”

Drake looked down at Shay, smiled at him and then turned again to Silenus: “This ‘boy’ you see here may look young and inexperienced; and in a way he is, but he’s stronger and braver than the two of us together. If it wasn’t for him, I’d been dead by now. He showed me that forgiveness is possible, even for me. And, apparently, for you, too.”

“But with you I went too far, Drake, I hurt you too deep… You can’t possibly forgive me…”

Drake frowned, as if he was looking deep into himself; then, his face relaxed in a rascal smile and replied: “Try me…”

Much to Silenus’ astonishment, Drake leaned over him and gave him a long, passionate kiss, exploring with his tongue Silenus’ mouth. At first Silenus resisted, but then surrendered to the sweetness of Drake’s kiss, and to the much greater, almost scary sweetness of hope. Hope to be forgiven, hope to have a chance to redeem himself, hope to have a future despite his past.

For many long moments their mouths locked, and their tongues searched for each other, in a sensual dance, until Silenus suddenly recoiled, gasping loud.

“What happened?” – Drake asked, and Silenus, with wide eyes, lowered his gaze to his own crotch: from under the grass skirt, his rigid, throbbing cock, after a long deadly slumber, was born to a new life.

“You see? Shay was right” – Drake said with a smile – “The Holy Fountain can break down any obstacle. You forcefully took my seed countless times, but it didn’t work, because there was no love in the Satyrs’ Lair: you stubbornly, desperately kept the Holy Fountain out of that clearing and out of your life. If only you would’ve asked for my love, and offered me yours, our lives could’ve been so different! If only that middle-eastern man would’ve shown a sincere, respectful love for you, probably you would’ve given him what he so dearly desired.”

“But it’s not too late for us to dive into the delightful waters of the Holy Fountain and be carried away by its strong, invincible flow” – Drake said resolutely, taking Silenus by his hand and gently pulling him toward the padded bench, on the raised stage. When there, Drake gently took away Silenus’ grass skirt and let him lay on the bench, with his thick, beautiful cock standing straight up like a pole.

Then, he let his own habit fall to the floor, revealing that a sensual passion as strong as Silenus’ was enflaming his own body, as well. He climbed on the bench, next to Silenus, and looked at the monks watching them with wide, surprised eyes.

“My sweet Cousins” – Drake said aloud – “This man… just like me… has been away from the light of the Holy Fountain for a long time, but we’re now back home, and we need to bathe into the Holy Fountain, and to be showered and cleansed by its blessing essence.”

The first to step forward were Young Cousins Glen and Quinn, looking with desire at Silenus’ muscular and hairy body and Drake’s hairless, chiseled physique, and to their manly members swelling proud from their crotches; following their example, all the Cousins gathered around the bench and started caressing and teasing Silenus and Drake, who reacted to the unexpected expression of sensual love totally submitting to the many hands, mouths, cocks and asses that wanted to taste a piece of them.

Shay stood a bit afar, watching the enticing show with a tender smile on his face: he was already satisfied to have put the wheels in motions, and didn’t feel the need to take part on the already crowded love scene. Under Shay’s contented gaze, Silenus and Drake accepted with joy Glen’s and Torrance’s blow-jobs, and gladly opened their mouths when felt Devin’s and Ewan’s cocks pressing on their lips; and then they enjoyed Quinn and Keenan riding them with abandon, and with equal abandon they let Gaynor and Flann fuck them to oblivion. True to Drake’s word, in the end they were literally bathed and showered with gallons of blessing seed, and many joyful sighs and moans echoed in the Chapter House.

 

~ Shay’s gift ~

Uncle Roderick, still standing in the doorway, looked from afar at Shay and a tender, loving smile appeared on his face. “It’s incredible how deeply Shay could understand the true meaning of the Holy Fountain is such a short span of time…” – he said to Cassian, standing next to him, who replied: “How right he is: love is simple and mysterious at the same time. It’s easy to spot it, when people love each other; but an entire life spent studying its mysterious ways may not be enough to truly understand its magic.”

Roderick nodded, smiling pensively, and said: “The Holy Fountain really flows strong in Shay, and his big, pure heart can do miracles. I remember the first day he came here, urged by his father to take vows and join the Asylum. He was scared, passively submitted to his father, extremely shy and totally imbued with a fierce heterosexual education. But I saw a sparkle in his eyes: he was eager to learn, eager to live. And above all, he was eager to love. His father was still greeting me, and the boy had already won my heart.”

“I reckon he’s grown up a lot…” – Cassian replied; Roderick pointed his chin to Shay and smiled again: “He definitely is. Look at him watching the Cousins making love to Silenus and Drake. Look at his serene smile, at his fatherly expression. Yes, ‘fatherly’: he’s still very young, but he knows how to selflessly take care of the people he loves… and he loves everyone. He doesn’t step back when facing a soul darkened by sin: he rather casts a bright light in that soul, the light of the Holy Fountain… the light of love.”

“You don’t have to tell me” – Cassian said, with a tender smile – “as he did the same to me. When we first met, as far as he knew, I was a horribly disfigured dangerous criminal escaped from a dreadful prison; but he looked into my eyes and trusted me. No, he didn’t just trust me: he loved me.”

“That’s his special gift” – Roderick confirmed – “and he used it to comfort and support a lot of monks; they were all older and more experienced than him, but still Shay took them by hand and confidently brought them again into the light of the Holy Fountain. And he did the same with his own father, and now with Silenus. And what’s most moving is that… he doesn’t even realize how powerful are his love and his innocent tenderness…”

 

There was a meaningful silence, while both the Uncle and the Great-Uncle looked from afar at Shay, admiring his strength and his big heart.

“He will be a wonderful Uncle” – Roderick than said softly, almost to himself – “Don’t you think so?”

Cassian smiled wide and replied: “I think that purple will look perfectly on him…”

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In the next chapter: There is no next chapter, as this is the last one. But I urge you to read “Chapter 42”, that will be posted tomorrow, where you can see images of Shay and all the other characters of this story, and you can read a few farewell words from the monks and myself.

I’ve also prepared, as usual, a PDF version of this story that you can freely download.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] In the last chapter Blain, after assaulting Drake during his Trial and after deceivably giving to Shay an aphrodisiac potion to make him fail his Test, admitted to be a Satyr, the group of evil men led by Silenus who tortured Drake many years before.
[2] Fifteen years earlier, Uncle Orren, prey of an irresistible rush of lust, raped Gaynor, who was a Novice back then; for this reason, he was declared a Lost Uncle and confined to the West Wing (see Ch.8). Many years later Shay joined the Asylum as a Novice, and Orren raped him, as well (see Ch.7).
[3] Back then, Drake was continuously fed with a powerful aphrodisiac potion that forced him to stay aroused and hard night and day; and then, on Saturdays, he was impaled on a ritual phallus carved in stone and his manly seed was forcefully milked several times, until Silenus and all the Satyrs had their share. See Ch.22.
[4] Cassian had been detained in the Blackthorne Dungeons for twenty years, due to the false accusations thrown at him by Randel; there, he was mercilessly tortured, leaving him with a disfigured face (see Ch. 32) and a destroyed, barely sensitive man-hole (see Ch.33)
[5] All the Asylums have a descriptive name: the Eastern Asylum, the Mountain Castle, the House of the Rising Sun, the Holy Oasis. Roderick’s Asylum, until recently didn’t have a proper name, small and lost in the middle of nowhere as it was; but Cassian insisted to give it a name, and Devin suggested ‘The Hidden Springs’, due to its wondrous underground Springs and its isolated location.