The Holy Fountain

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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≈ CHAPTER 8: FLEXIBLE LOVE ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Shay is a straight, shy 17-y.o. novice, blond, slim but chiseled; he’d been just raped by Uncle Orren, a lecherous monk who betrayed his vows and lives a depraved life with the two Lost Cousins Torrance and Drake. We’ll also meet Ewan (Shay’s roommate and mentor), Gaynor (a gigantic Older Cousin in his 40s) and Quinn (a flexible bottom lad in his 20s).

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~ Gaynor’s story ~

It was the darkest hour before dawn, and Shay was walking down the dark corridor of the Asylum, wrapped into a linen towel. He shivered, and Gaynor draped a protective arm on his shoulders: “Feeling cold?” – the massive monk asked softly, and Shay shook his head in silence. He was shivering because he was still quite shaken by the rape he’d suffered by Uncle Orren; and though Gaynor had healed some of Shay’s inner wounds, making sweet love to him in the warm water of the Springs, the boy still had a lot to process.

“Gaynor…” – Shay asked at some point – “I know it’s very personal, but… will you tell me what happened between you and Uncle Orren?”

“There’s not much to tell. About fifteen years ago, I was twenty-seven, I was a Novice, and as you know I had always lived my life seeking female company [1]. I wasn’t ready to change that, coming here; I was actually a bit scared that the monks would’ve tried to… convert me or something. I couldn’t be more wrong, but I didn’t know, back then, and I always reacted with a fierce refusal to any sexual approach. Uncle Roderick understood perfectly how I felt, he knew I was a man, not a boy, and never asked to do… anything to me, he was just waiting for me to be ready to offer him my virginity. Back then, Uncle Orren was still wearing the white habit, and he was much more insistent than Roderick, he seemed quite obsessed by me, but I always rejected his advances, to the point of failing my vow of Submission, as I refused to obey his orders to submit myself to him.”

Gaynor sighed deeply and went on: “One day he sent for me to meet him in his room; I found Drake and Torrance with him. He sexually harassed me, I shoved him off, but the two Cousins swiftly tied me with strong ropes, immobilizing me in a helpless position, with my legs bent over my chest and my bottom completely exposed. And then Uncle Orren… abused me. I was helpless, and he…” – Gaynor said, frowning – “…he was brutal. He barely used any lubrication, he just shoved his evil tool inside my unprepared ass, balls deep. And then he gave me a beastly fuck, looking at me with fiery eyes. It was shattering, not just physically. And knowing that now he did the same to you, Shay, makes me want to go to him and…”

“No, Gaynor. Please.” – Shay said seriously – “I… I need this thing to stay between us, for the moment. Promise you won’t say or do anything about this. If this makes you feel better, Orren had mercy on me, at least in some moments. He was forceful, but not as brutal as he was with you. That’s why I ask you not to seek for revenge from Uncle Orren. You already did… a magic, making love to me in the Springs.”

Gaynor smiled tenderly, thinking back at the intense, dramatic love-making they had in the warm water. “I know I hurt you, at first, but it was important, Shay. I didn’t want you to end up… like me. After the rape, for many years I never allowed anyone to get anywhere near my ass. Until… until you came to me, at the Springs, and I felt I could completely trust you, I was won by your innocence, and I opened for you a door that had been locked for too many years.”

“You mean…” – Shay gasped, in disbelief – “that I was… the first who fucked you since you were a Novice??”

“Yes. I told you that you had given me a great gift, though unaware of what you actually did. Now I’m ready to accept again my Cousins’ touch, I can be blessed again by their essence, and I feel ready to proceed on the path to the Holy Fountain.”

While talking, they arrived at Shay’s door, and Gaynor said: “Here we are, at your cell. Are you going to tell to Ewan what happened?”

“Not yet.” – Shay replied – “I will, but not now. He’s still sleeping, let’s not wake him up.”

Gaynor leaned down to give to Shay a tender kiss on the lips, and then went away, leaving him alone. Shay silently entered his room and sneaked under the bedsheet. He felt deadly tired, and all he wanted to do was to sleep… and sleep… and sleep.

 

~ Teasing ~

In the morning, Ewan tried to wake up Shay, but he said he needed to sleep and he would’ve skipped breakfast, because he didn’t feel well, so Ewan went to the refectory alone.

Ewan found the entire Asylum already around the table; except Shay, only Uncle Orren was missing, which seemed unusual. He looked around the table, trying to understand the reason of the intense exchange of stares between Torrance, Drake and Gaynor; and wondered why the three monks often shot to him furtive glances, but he had no clue.

Anyway, Ewan was more interested in the sideways seductive glances that Quinn was shooting at him across the table. After having acknowledged their mutual attraction, the day before, Quinn had clearly something in mind… something that involved Ewan, obviously.

After breakfast, Quinn stood up, eyed Ewan one last time and headed to the Library, covertly checking that Ewan was following him; Quinn knew well that at that time of the morning the Library was always deserted. When inside the ample reading room, Quinn totally ignored Ewan and focused on the tall bookshelves that covered the walls. Pretending to read the book titles, he climbed few steps of a wooden ladder bolted to one bookshelf, until his ass was clearly visible to Ewan under the short habit.

Stifling a smile, Quinn heard Ewan silently walk closer, to give a better look at the buns that ever so often he had dreamt of. “Oh, there it is…” – Quinn murmured with the most casual tone, looking at a book in the adjacent bookcase; instead of climbing down and then climb up the other ladder, he resorted to his incredible flexibility and spread his leg, holding on the shelves with his hands, until he had one foot on each ladder.

Ewan held his breath, looking at Quinn’s buttocks parting under his eyes, reveling the dark puckered hole; seeing his friend with his legs spread so wide made Ewan’s blood run faster in his veins, and his cock had a visible twitch under his habit.

“Oh… golly, I’m stuck…!” – Quinn said feigning a worried tone – “Help… Can anyone help me? I can’t move, I’m completely stuck…!”

Ewan couldn’t resist anymore, he got closer and dove his face under Quinn’s short habit, aiming his tongue to his friend’s hole, helplessly stretched in front of his eyes; in a frenzy, he started lapping and licking Quinn’s anus, pushing his wet tongue as deep as he could into the greedy hole. “Ohh…!! Who’s there??” – Quinn gasped, pretending not to know whose tongue was drilling his sensitive ass, under the veil of his own habit – “Mmmhh… No… what are you doing to my tight virgin ass…”

Ewan flashed a rascal smile, knowing well that Quinn’s ass was anything but virgin: it was widely renown that he loved to offer his hole to the other monks in the most incredible positions, being extremely flexible and brazen like no one else. By now, Ewan’s substantial manhood was fully hard and twitched under the loose robe, wishing to get a piece of Quinn’s inviting ass.

With a swift move, Ewan wetted two fingers into his mouth and shoved them upwards into the helplessly exposed hole, that easily accommodated the unexpected intruders. “Oh! No! You’re splitting my tight hole apart, you brute!” – Quinn exclaimed with a theatrical dramatic tone – “Nnngghh… Oh, someone help me… What do you want to do to me??”

“I know what you will soon be doing to me!” – Ewan growled. He supported Quinn’s spread legs with his arms and slowly stepped back, until Quinn was forced to let go of the shelves and fall toward Ewan’s erected cock, in a suspended sixty-nine position.

Quinn kept his legs spread in a full split, so to keep them hooked to Ewan’s arms, while with feverish hands he raised Ewan’s habit, revealing the fat throbbing cock hiding underneath.

“Oh my… Your Fountain is too big…!” – Quinn wined, feigning fear – “I’m not strong enough… I can’t possibly take it all!”

“Shut up and suck…!” – Ewan growled, diving again his face into Quinn’s odorous hole. Of course, Ewan’s cock, though massive, definitely wasn’t too big for Quinn’s expert mouth, that effortlessly took it all, to the base.

“Nnngghh… Holy Spring!” – Ewan moaned loud, feeling Quinn’s throat muscles grip his cock in a sweet vice – “It feels so good!!”

“Shut up and lick” – Quinn joked, repeating Ewan’s words, and for many long minutes the only sounds echoing in the ample Library were muffled moans, slurps and gurgles. Still holding Quinn by his hips in a sixty-nine position, Ewan walked to the center of the room, where there was a large soft carpet, and cautiously lay down on his back, with Quinn on top of him.

Being able to use his hands again, Ewan wetted with his saliva three fingers and shoved them into Quinn’s quivering hole. The lad’s ecstatic moans told to Ewan that he was doing it right, and started gyrating and pumping his fingers into the relaxed sphincter, loosening it enough to take a fourth finger.

Quinn was still keeping his legs in a full split position, and Ewan noticed a sudden tension in the already tense legs muscles. “Am I hurting you?” – Ewan asked, worried; Quinn raised his head from Ewan’s cock and replied: “No… It doesn’t hurt, I’m just… a bit tense. In this position I can’t protect myself in any way, I’m… literally in your hands. But don’t worry, I’ve already taken four fingers in my ass…”

“And… have you ever taken… five?” – Ewan asked under his breath.

Quinn froze for a long moment, and then replied with trembling voice: “You’ll need plenty of oil…”

 

~ The hardest stretching routine ~

Ewan made Quinn roll on the carpet and stood up, to reach an oil lamp; when he came back, Quinn was holding his own legs bent at the hips, holding the ankles as wide as he could with his hands. Ewan gasped, as he’d never seen Quinn offering himself in such an enticing and vulnerable position. He faltered, unwilling to risk to hurt his friend, but Quinn murmured: “Do it, Ewan. Stretch me more than I’ve ever been stretched before…”

Ewan oiled thoroughly his own hand, and poured more oil on Quinn’s exposed hole. Then he inserted three fingers, smearing the oil inside the canal, and added a fourth finger, gently pumping his palm in and out of the elastic sphincter. He almost held his breath when he added his thumb and started pressing his cone-shaped hand into the stretched hole.

“Nnngghh..” – Quinn moaned, trying to accommodate the huge intruder – “Push a little harder… Ah! Give me a moment… Mmmhh… Alright, go on… Slowly… Slowly!! Ahh… Yes… You’re almost there… NNNGGHH!!!”

Ewan’s hand passed the tight anal ring and disappeared into Quinn’s body, while his hole tightened against Ewan’s wrist. “Holy Fountain and all the Holy Springs!!” – Quinn exclaimed aloud, rolling back his eyes – “This is insane…!”

“Don’t tell me…” – Ewan replied, under his breath, still in disbelief for having his entire hand into Quinn’s slick cavity. Checking continuously his friend, Ewan cautiously bent his fingers into a punch and started rotating it. When his knuckles brushed hard on Quinn’s prostate, the lad bucked and gasped loud; his cock twitched and burped some clear pre-cum.

“I’ve died and I’m in Heaven…” – Quinn murmured with an ecstatic expression, keeping his eyes tightly shut, while Ewan, heartened by his friend’s reaction, started pumping his fist with more vigor inside the loosened hole. He pulled until the sphincter stretched to the max, to then push again inside, making Quinn utter enraptured squeals of pleasure.

Suddenly, a low voice broken by the tension echoed behind them. Shay was looking at them, horrified: “Ewan… Ewan what are you doing to Quinn…?! You’re hurting him! Stop, in the name of the Holy Fountain!”

The two lads turned to Shay and could clearly see how distressed he felt. They couldn’t guess that Shay, while looking at Quinn, was actually seeing again the Lost Cousin Torrance bound on the wooden cross, tortured in his deepest intimacy, begging for release and crying out loud for the vicious denial [2].

“Shay… Believe me…” – Ewan replied, alarmed by Shay’s reaction – “I’m not hurting him, I could never!”

“How can it be possible?!” – Shay whined – “Quinn is a man, and a man’s hole… just can’t withstand such a… barbarian violation!”

Quinn intervened with a calm tone: “Shay, come here, get closer. Good. Now look deep into my eyes. Do you see pain? Do you see horror? No, my sweet friend, I’m in Heaven, and Ewan is the most tender partner I could find to help me take this step. Thanks for worrying about me, but rest assured that I’m fine. More than fine!”

Shay smiled faintly and nodded his head, still shaken: “I… I’d better go back to my cell…”

“No, wait, Shay!” – Quinn said, unwilling to let Shay go away like that – “We’re done with our… experiment. Isn’t it, Ewan?”

“Oh… Yes, yes, of course, we’re done!” – Ewan replied, taking his cue and slowly pulling out his fist from Quinn’s ass – “But I’d love if you could stay with us! Quinn has promised to let me fuck him while he’s doing the splits! Er… Isn’t it, Quinn?”

“Of course!” – Quinn replied, smiling – “I’ll let you fuck me in whatever position… Shay will want me to do it! What do you say, Shay? Now you can’t go away, we need you!”

“Wh… Whatever position?” – Shay asked, timidly, falling into Quinn’s sweet trap – “Even… say… with one foot on the floor and the other up the bookshelf?”

“Get ready for a nice show, boy!” – Quinn giggled, walking to the bookshelf and raising a leg as far as he could, without effort; the position forced his torso to bend sideways, and he steadied himself on the lower shelves.

 

~ Ewan’s dream and nightmare ~

 “Holy Spring!” – Ewan and Shay breathed in unison, moving closer to Quinn and looking at his private parts so immodestly on display in front of them. Ewan’s cock, stiffer than ever, found its way to Quinn’s splayed hole almost by itself and quickly disappeared into the slick cavern. “Nnnghh…” – Ewan groaned – “How can you be so tight after what I’ve done to you?”

“Traning!” – Quinn chuckled – “But now fuck me, Cousin. I want your Fountain to bless my insides with its essence!”

Under Shay’s excited eyes, Ewan eased his cock into the inviting ass, starting with a gentle pace that let him and Quinn enjoy the sweet love-making. There was a great tenderness and care in Ewan’s thrusts: he knew well that Quinn, with his legs so widely spread and in an unsteady position, couldn’t protect his intimacy in any way, and way. Shay looked at them with wide eyes and a warm smile, and not for a single moment he thought that he was looking at two men fucking: he was looking at two beautiful persons sharing a moment of total intimacy, giving themselves to each other, with the light of the Holy Fountain shining in their eyes.

At some point, Ewan seemed to concentrate on what he was doing, and his breath became more labored; he pulled almost out and stood still for a moment, frowning, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Suddenly, Ewan’s hips sprang forward and smashed hard against Quinn’s buttocks, and then did it again, and again, giving to Quinn much a rougher fuck than he expected. Ewan didn’t restrain himself anymore, or better, he couldn’t. He felt a fire burning inside him, an irrepressible urgency to own Quinn’s ass, to shove his cock as deep as he could into the tender depths, and his thrusts became so powerful that could wreck any ass… except Quinn’s, luckily.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” – Quinn grunted every time the muscular hips smashed his ass and the hefty manhood crashed inside him. Ewan strongly held Quinn by his torso, and his hands started roaming on the chiseled chest, in search of the sensitive nipples, and then moved down to take possession of the rock-hard cock bouncing up and down. 

Ewan’s hands were not gentle, they roughly stimulated Quinn’s sensitive parts with vicious insistence, making the lad gasp and shiver for the intense feeling. “Ewan… Ewan…!” – he murmured, sensing that his lover was going a bit too far, but the onslaught on his body, stretched in a helpless position, didn’t slow down.

The sensual overload washed Quinn’s body and mind like a tidal wave: his ass was being drilled deep with beastly force, his cock was being manhandled by a greedy hand, and his nipples were being twisted and pinched viciously. Quinn knew well how hard was for him to cum with his legs spread so wide, but what Ewan was giving him was quickly pushing him toward the precipice, and he felt like a fireball ready to explode.

The moment Quinn hit the climax, he was blown away so hard that he lost his grip on the bookshelf, but Ewan held him tight, feeling himself a massive orgasm exploding into his groin. With few last, wrecking pounds, Ewan flooded Quinn’s depths with the balm of his Fountain.

Shay had noticed immediately the sudden change in Ewan’s attitude, and had looked with growing anxiety at Ewan’s expression, while he was climbing the peak of his pleasure and while he unloaded into Quinn: there was a fire in Ewan’s eyes that Shay remembered very well, as it was the same fire that he spotted into Uncle Orren’s eyes, no more than few hours earlier.

The wild orgasms trailed off, and the moans slowly turned to heavy breaths; Ewan pulled out from Quinn, with a deep frown on his face. Quinn was a bit shaken, as he didn’t understand what exactly had happened with Ewan, and quickly lowered his leg, finally putting both feet on the floor. “Man, when you give, you give it all…!” – he said in a low voice, going to pick his green habit from the floor, a bit afar; and since he didn’t hear any reply, he turned around and saw Ewan and Shay seriously look into each other’s eyes.

“Uhm… It seems that you two have something to talk about…” – Quinn said with a doubtful tone, heading to the door, but Ewan called him: “Quinn, wait… I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to be that forceful. Have I hurt you?”

“No, I’m not hurt” – Quinn replied, seriously – “But I didn’t see much of the Holy Fountain in your fuck. Shed a light in your soul, buddy, and when you’re done… come to me, I’ll be waiting for you. Take care, Ewan.”

When Quinn closed the door, a thick silence fell in the Library, and for a long moment both Ewan and Shay pondered what to say. Ewan felt utterly ashamed for having lost control, and Shay watched his friend, but images of Uncle Orren’s rape overlapped to reality.

In the end, Ewan broke the silence: “You saw it, don’t you?”

“What? Your eyes of ember? The irrepressible urgency in your loins? Yes, I saw them…” – Shay replied with a worried glance.

“I’m sorry, sometimes I feel this… energy inside of me that takes control of my mind and my body. I always say to myself that it’s somehow related to my being so hairy, but more probably there’s something wrong with me… But you have nothing to fear, sweet Shay! You are not scared of me, aren’t you? Tell me you’re not scared, Shay!”

Shay had wet eyes and ran to hug Ewan: “I could never be scared of you, Ewan!” – he whined with broken voice – “I’m scared… for you! I’ve already seen that fire… last night… in Uncle Orren’s eyes! I don’t want you to become like him! He does things that… that…”

“Shay!” – Ewan exclaimed, holding his friend tight – “What happened? Uncle Orren? Last night? Did he hurt you? Tell me what happened!”

Shay burst in tears, and between the sobs he told everything to Ewan, the scaring bondage scene between Drake and Torrance, the tense dialog he had with Orren, and the oral and anal rape he had to suffer. He described the fire he saw into Orren’s eyes, the very same fire that lit Ewan’s eyes moments before. Shay recalled also the heartbreaking words ‘I don’t want, but I can’t help it’ that Orren uttered before giving to Shay a fuck as beastly as the one Ewan just gave to Quinn. And then, he told to Ewan about Gaynor’s loving healing, and hinted something about the monk’s having suffered something similar.

Talking to Ewan was somehow cathartic for Shay, who slowly calmed down, and by the end of his chronicle, a determined expression was lighting up his face. An idea, an impossible idea had sparkled in Shay’s mind, something he had to investigate, to understand, hoping to help his friend Ewan not to end up like Uncle Orren, a dangerous man, angry with the world and rejected by anyone.

“Ewan…” – Shay said after a long pause – “Please, don’t talk to Uncle Roderick about what happened, yet. I will tell him myself, but not now. There’s something I have to get a grip on, before, something I have to understand.”

“Where are you going now?!” – Ewan exclaimed when he saw Shay turning around and heading to the door with a determined step.

“To the West wing.” – Shay replied, opening the door and leaving a worried Ewan alone in the Library.

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In the next chapter: Shay will surprise everyone venturing again, this time on purpose, in the West wing; and later on, he will go there again – this time bringing with him several friends – to give to Uncle Orren a treatment that he surely doesn’t expect.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] Gaynor has revealed, during a previous chat with Shay, that he had a fairly deep knowledge of womanly love, but since he joined the Asylum he didn’t feel the need to date girls anymore. See Ch. 6.
[2] In Ch. 6, Shay witnessed the Lost Cousin Torrance tied to a cross, enduring a harsh tease-and-denial torture administered by his friend Drake.