The Holy Fountain: Chapter 7

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≈ CHAPTER 7: TO HELL AND BACK ≈

Who’s Who in this chapter

Shay is a straight, shy, anal-virgin 17-y.o. novice, blond, slim but chiseled; we left him at the mercy of Uncle Orren, a lecherous monk who betrayed his vows and lives a depraved life. We’ll then meet again Gaynor, a gigantic Older Cousin in his 40s with a secret of some sort in his past.

~ At Orren’s mercy ~

Shay was shivering uncontrollably, standing naked in front of Uncle Orren, but his nudity had nothing to do with his shivers.

“I saw how dear to Uncle Roderick’s heart you are!” – the irate monk said aloud – “You are perfect! No one can match your Submission, and you’re so strong in your Renunciation that he would’ve given you a green habit! Ah! Make you a Young Cousin after few days of novitiate!”

“It wasn’t my intention to displease you…” – Shay whined, scared – “I can misbehave, if you want, disrespect my Cousins, seek solitary pleasure…”

“I’m not talking about you!” – Orren yelled, slamming a hand on the table and startling Shay, but soon he lowered his voice – “You have done nothing wrong. You actually remind me of myself at your age. Did you know that I was the youngest Cousin to ever pass the trial and become Uncle?”

“W… Was it hard?” – Shay asked, desperately trying to distract Uncle Orren making him talk about his past – “The… trial, I mean. Was it hard to pass?”

“It’s always hard. It’s the hardest step toward the Holy Fountain. A Cousin must prove to have a total control over his passions, he must prove to master the Temperance at such an extent that his inner Fountain only responds to the mind, and not the bodily urges. I was good at that, better than anyone! Ask your fellow monks, they all were astonished by my Temperance. Ah…! The white habit looked so good on me…”

Shay raised his gaze, hoping to be on the right path: “Is… Is there a way for you to have your much-deserved white habit back? Can a… Lost Uncle take again his rightful place in the Asylum?”

“Oh, sure!” – Uncle Orren said aloud, in a burst of wrath – “Submitting again to Roderick! Pleading him to made me undergo the trial again! Asking him to take me back!! Oh, that old white-robed curmudgeon would gloat! No, boy! I’m not doing anything like that, bowing in front of him after what he did to me, throwing me here in the West wing like the black sheep that the family is ashamed of!”

“I’m… I’m sorry…” – Shay whined, on the verge of crying – “I’m so very sorry…”

Uncle Orren stood tall and his long black cassock, completely unbuttoned, opened wide on the front. His muscular hairy body was covered in sweat, and his long, veiny cock was twitching.

“I’m lucky you are so good-looking, boy, with your blond hair, your chiseled lean body, your beautiful big blue eyes… I can easily understand why Roderick is so fond of you… I bet he’s eagerly waiting for your cherry to be ripe, so he can pop it, right? Because you know that taking a Novice’s virginity is an Uncle’s prerogative, don’t you...”

Shay got pale and nodded his head, but his affirmative nod slowly morphed into a pleading ‘no… no…’ gesture.

“Well, guess what? I’m an Uncle, and ripe or not, I’m about to pop your cherry! I can almost see Roderick’s face when he will find out that I preceded him! That evil man will soon learn how it hurts when they take away from you what you cherish most! Too bad you will get hurt even more, boy…”

Orren moved slowly toward the boy, stroking his half-hard cock and looking at him with a fiery lust in his eyes: “You’re so beautiful… So innocent… I’ll have fun soiling your pureness and spoiling you from your virtue… Roderick will feel disgust looking at you…”

“Please… no…” – Shay murmured with broken voice, walking backwards to keep Orren at a safe distance – “I’m begging you, Uncle Orren…”

The tall man tried to catch Shay, but he wriggled from his grip and ran to the other side of the room, trying to hide behind a large wooden desk.

“Novice!” – Orren said aloud – “Are you going to betray your vows? Submit to your Uncle’s command! Come here!”

Shay felt he had no choice: after all, Orren was a Lost Uncle precisely because he betrayed his own vows, and the boy didn’t want to become a Lost… Novice! With slow, fearful steps, Shay came out from behind the desk and stood still in front of Orren.

“Good boy. Now… on your knees.”

~ Down to Hell ~

Shay faltered, and Orren urged him: “I need to be lubed. Or would you prefer to take it dry?”

That last threat clinched it, and Shay instantly fell on his knees. So far he had sucked a man’s cock only once, Ewan’s, but he tried to remember everything his roommate taught him. He took the hard member with one hand and started licking the engorged glans. Because of the disgust he felt for Orren, he almost expected to smell a whiff of dried urine or rancid smegma, but was surprised to feel a faint taste of soap that enriched the musky aroma of manliness emanating from the stiff cock.

Cautiously, Shay took some more of the long rod into his mouth, pursed his lips around the shaft and started bobbing his head up and down, pressing hard the sensitive glans between his tongue and his palate, trying to service the man as best as he could: maybe, if he was good enough, he could make Orren cum early, and he would’ve spared his ass…

But Uncle Orren was a champion in his Temperance: he knew well how to exert a fierce control over his own pleasure, and besides, the one provided by Shay’s inexperienced blowjob was barely acceptable. He felt an irrepressible rush of lust rising into his groin and yelled: “Is that all you can do? Damn Novice, let me teach you how’s done!”

The man held in a tight grip the boy’s head and with a beastly growl plunged his rod all the way into the inexperienced throat, making Shay gag and choke hard. “This is what a man expects when he gets head!” – he roared, pulling out and pushing back in. Shay dug his fingers into Orren’s thighs, desperately trying to resist the onslaught, or at least breathe, but Uncle Orren mercilessly went on thrusting his meat all the way down the boy’s throat, to then back up and thrust again, relentlessly.

Shay felt on the verge of fainting, for the pain and the lack of air, when at long last Orren grabbed him by his hair and pulled his face away from his crotch. The boy drew a rugged breath, and then another, looking up at Orren with teary eyes; the man’s cock was dripping with saliva and something slimy whose origin Shay didn’t want to wonder about.

“Long, stiff as rock and well lubed: that’s the perfect cock to take a lad’s virginity!” – Orren said with a lustful smirk, and then roughly pulled Shay up on his feet. “On the desk!” – he sternly ordered – “On your back. Present your ass to your Uncle!”

Shay moved to the desk and climbed on it, lying on his back. He raised his legs and hooked his hands behind his knees, feeling like a lamb who was bringing the knife to the slaughter. Orren moved closer and extended his hand to a lamp to scoop some oil; he smeared it on the boy’s splayed anus, and then he roughly shoved two fingers into the clenched anal ring, forcing it to give way to the uncaring intruders.

The Novice hissed and clenched his teeth, bravely bearing the pang of pain. Orren’s rude violation of his intimacy had nothing to do with the gentle, respectful fingering Uncle Roderick gave him once, at his first trial [1].

Orren’s rude fingers ravaged Shay’s ass hurriedly, as if the Uncle couldn’t restrain himself any more and needed to vent his pent-up desire: he seemed prey of an irrepressible lust, something so strong that not even his great Temperance could tame, and looked at Shay with feverish eyes: “Now I command you to keep your legs up and wide apart while I split you open, you hear me?? This is not your stupid novitiate trial: this time I will break your hole open for real, and you will keep offering your ass to me, no matter what! But I’ll be merciful: you can scream as much as you want!”

With these last words, Uncle Orren’s hips sprang forward and his fat cock head brutally forced open Shay’s virgin hole. The boy’s high-pitched scream echoed in the ample room, and sure enough in the deserted hallway, too, but his strong Submission allowed him to obey the Uncle’s order and didn’t let go of his own legs.

The man’s cock stopped at Shay’s back entrance, an inch past the sore sphincter, and Shay knew for sure that an even greater pain awaited him, when the big rod would plunge into his ass all the way, to the hilt. The fear of what he was about to endure took his breath away; he couldn’t hold a single, heartbreaking sob, and looked with teary eyes to Orren… who seemed to falter.

The man looked into the boy’s eyes and didn’t move, delaying the final, painful thrust that would’ve ripped Shay’s virgin hole to shreds. Beads of sweat appeared on Orren’s forehead. When at long last he thrust his hips, he did it ever so slowly, making his cock crawl no more than an inch into the hurting ass. Shay winced and stifled a groan of pain, and Orren stopped.

After a short while, he moved again, and another inch of engorged meat slowly filled the tender chute, to then stop. Shay felt the fiery pain slowly turn into a dull ache, and could take another inch of stiff meat without uttering a sound. And then another one, while the dull ache gave way to a sense of fullness, and a weird feeling started to radiate from his ass.

With unexpected, utmost gentleness, Uncle Orren pushed his cock all the way into Shay’s depths, and when his pubes pressed on the boy’s buttocks, he sighed, frowning and lowering his eyes. “This is what I’ve become…” – he said with such a low voice that he seemed to talk to himself; but Shay heard him clearly, and wiped the tears from his eyes to look at the man more attentively, unable to understand what was happening.

~ Lust and remorse ~

“Don’t… Don’t you want to fuck me anymore?” – he asked, as the man didn’t move, but he didn’t pull out, either.

“If you could feel the hurricane of desire storming inside me you’d be blown away” – Uncle Orren replied, putting a big effort in controlling his voice, but he was clearly losing his inner battle: “It’s too much… I don’t want, but I can’t help it, boy! AAHHRRR!”

With a beastly roar, Orren backed up and slammed hard his manhood inside Shay’s hole, making the boy howl, and then did it again, and again, deaf to the boy’s pleads, deaf to his own inner screams. The dangerous weapon speared harshly and mercilessly Shay’s unexperienced hole, but the boy realized he could now withstand the onslaught, as the first slow, tender penetration, at least, had stretched his ass enough not to feel torn apart.

With surprise, Shay started feeling again that weird sensation he’d felt during the first penetration, a sort of inner warmth, a growing pressure building inside him; and at each frantic thrust of the mighty cock, the pressure increased, making his own cock tingle.

Uncle Orren was sweating profusely, totally prey of his rush of irrepressible lust, and shrugged the black cassock from his shoulders, making it fall to the floor. His powerful hairy chest glistened in the trembling light of the oil lamps and his dark brown eyes seemed lit up by an inner flame, while his muscular naked body swayed over Shay and his hips slammed so hard against the boy’s buns that the heavy desk started moving inch by inch.

Shay felt the pressure inside him rise even more, and looked down to his crotch, only to discover that, much to his surprise, his own cock was fully erected and throbbing, as if it was about to explode.

“Uncle Orren…” – he murmured, aghast – “What… What’s happening to me… Nnngghh… What does it mean??”

Orren, without slowing down, lowered his eyes and murmured, ashamed: “It means that the pureness of your inner Fountain is stronger than the darkness of my soul… Don’t restrain yourself, my boy… Cum… Cum for me, even if I don’t deserve it!”

Shay was feeling wrecked to his fundaments by the insane fuck, but he closed his eyes, reclined his head and resorted to his strong Submission to offer himself to Uncle Orren, completely and unreservedly. Ignoring the fear, ignoring the pain, the boy welcomed the rising wave of pleasure that washed his body and his mind away: “NNNNGGGHH… AAAARRGGHH!” – Shay screamed, moments before his own cock started shooting long plumes of white cream all over his torso, and every thrust of the fat cock into his ass brought with it another powerful shot, until a large pool of semen formed between his pecs and in his belly button.

The throbs in his groin trailed off and for a moment he felt totally exhausted; he was about to close his eyes when he realized that the hard cock relentlessly pistoning into his ass was causing him a growing discomfort, that quickly escalated to a dull pain.

“Please… Please…” – Shay started whining – “I can’t stand it anymore…! Nnngghh… I beg you, Uncle Orren… Cum! Use your Temperance, cum inside me, and put an end to… AWWW! …my misery!”

Uncle Orren seemed struck by the heartfelt plea and immediately slowed down, to then stop altogether, keeping his virility fully buried into the boy’s hurting chute. Shay looked at him, puzzled, and saw a deep, concentrated expression darkening the man’s features. Then, Orren focused his gaze on the boy lying under him and, staying perfectly still, his cock started pulsing and throbbing inside shay’s ass, flooding it with warm man juice.

Shay was stunned by the Uncle’s display of complete control over his own pleasure; he knew well that the orgasm is the moment when a man is most forceful, and he feared that with his last wrecking thrusts Uncle Orren would’ve ruined his boy hole forever. But with an incredible effort, Orren had spared him, at least, this last ordeal.

Uncle Orren abruptly pulled out, making the boy gasp for the sudden feeling of emptiness; then, he moved away, placed a hand on the wall and bowed his head. Shay stared at him, as the monk seemed to be restraining a deep pain, a scorching remorse. That would’ve been the best moment for Shay to sneak away, run as far as he could from the horror he had to endure… but he couldn’t. Something in Uncle Orren’s demeanor touched him deep: seeing the usually fierce, dangerous man leaning on the wall, naked, suffering for a hidden pain, almost moved Shay to tears.

Without a word, the boy silently sneaked close to Uncle Orren and hugged him from behind. Orren uttered a chocked whine, and said, with broken voice: “Your tenderness is more painful to me than a blade cutting through my flesh… Why are you still here, boy? The darkness of my soul is so thick that not even your light can dispel it. Flee! Run as fast as you can, and never turn back!”

“Uncle Orren…” – Shay murmured – “why don’t you tell me what…”

“I SAID GO!” – Orren yelled, turning around and looking at Shay with eyes of ember, his face contorted in a mask of wrath and desperation.

~ The nightmare is over ~

Shay gasped loud, scared shitless, grabbed his habit from the floor and fled away at breakneck speed, running mindlessly along the deserted hallways, while the tears in his eyes made impossible even to see where he was going. He turned at random at the hallway intersections, and he felt like he was always in the same place, until he felt desperately lost, and the enormity of what he had to endure hit him like a ton of bricks.

He blindly turned a corner and bumped hard on what seemed an armoire… but the armoire held him in his strong arms and exclaimed: “Shay! What happened!”

“Gaynor!” – the boy cried out, looking through the teary eyes at the tall, muscular monk; an enormous relief filled his heart, knowing that he was finally safe, and he clang to the bulky man like to a lifebuoy in the stormy ocean, shivering helplessly.

“Why are you here, in the middle of the night? And why are you naked? Has someone… hurt you?”

“I’m so sorry! Ewan told me not to go to the West wing! But I made a wrong turn, and…”

Gaynor instantly guessed what had happened: “Uncle Orren! It was him, right? That depraved demon! I’ll throw him back to the Hell he belongs to!!”

The gigantic monk started moving with big, menacing steps toward the West wing, but Shay stopped him: “No! Gaynor, please, no! I’m begging you… Leave him alone! Leave him alone…”

Shay felt his strength failing him and steadied himself on Gaynor’s massive frame; two strong arms caught him and effortlessly raised him in the air. “Come.” – Gaynor said, carrying Shay in his arms – “I’ll bring you to a place that can soothe your pain…”

Gaynor walked to the end of the hallway and took the dark stone staircase to the Springs. There, he gently immersed Shay in the warm water, took away his own habit and lay next to the boy.

“Shay… did he… deflower you?”

The boy, unable to speak, nodded affirmatively, with teary eyes.

“Did it hurt?”

Another nod.

“Shay, do you… trust me?”

“Completely…!”

“Then listen… You have endured a terrible experience that will mark you forever, I won’t lie about this; but it’s not too late to try and put together the shattered pieces of your soul. If you don’t face the problem now, you will end up closing your heart and your body to love. Believe me, I know what I’m talking about. But if you trust me, I can help you. It will hurt, though. Physically, it will hurt, but it will be a soothing balm to your soul. Let me… Let me make love to you. Now.”

That was the last thing Shay could think of: letting Gaynor, with his massive tool, penetrate his shattered, hurting ass?? But a glance into the monk’s gentle eyes was enough for the boy to make up his mind. He raised his shaking legs, inviting Gaynor to heal him.

There was no need for preparation or lubrication: the warm mineral water provided all Gaynor needed to make tender love to Shay. He softly brushed his stiffening member on the boy’s hole, underwater, and then pushed in as gently as he could. Shay made a smirk of pain, but he kept his mouth shut, and welcomed the loving meat invading with utmost tenderness the depths that Orren had brutally violated shortly before.

The pain was excruciating, at first, but Gaynor’s sympathetic glance helped Shay bear it; and then, when the hefty manhood started shifting in and out of his ravaged hole, Shay felt the pain slowly vanish, both from his ass and from his soul.

“Thank you… Thank you…” – Shay murmured, locking his arms around Gaynor’s neck, who smiled tenderly: “I’m only giving you back the gift you once gave me…”

“Gaynor… you mean that you too…”

“Uncle Orren” – the monk confirmed, without slowing down the tender penetration.

“Keep on making love to me, Gaynor… Ahh… Your sweetness is making me feel… Mmmhh… Ah! Yes! YES…!!

Shay’s cock shuddered in the warm water and erupted in many globs of seed that floated in the water. Gaynor was won by Shay’s ecstatic moans and stiffened, uttered a low guttural grunt and bathed Shay’s insides with the blessing essence of his Fountain.

They stood there, in silence, for a while, gazing into each other’s eyes, communicating in a way that no word could match. And then Gaynor sighed and stood up, helping Shay on his feet: “Come, it’s time for you to go back to your room. I’ll walk you to your door, to be sure you don’t get lost again.”

-~~~≈≈≈ooOoo≈≈≈~~~-

In the next chapter: Gaynor will reveal what Uncle Orren did to him; Ewan will see one of his wet dream come true with the flexible Quinn, who, in turn, will have to… stretch his own limits more than he expected.

Footnotes and references:

[1] To become a Novice, Shay had to prove his Submission ‘impaling’ himself on a small dildo mounted on a stool; in order to prepare his virgin ass, Roderick gave to the boy’s ass a gentle single-finger inner massage. See Ch. 1.

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