The Holy Fountain

≈ CHAPTER 9: A DARING QUEST ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Shay (a straight, shy 17-y.o. novice) pays a visit to his rapist Uncle Orren, a lecherous monk who lives a depraved life; in his quest, Shay gets help from Ewan (Shay’s roommate and mentor), Devin (a dominant Older Cousin in his late 30s), Quinn (a flexible bottom lad in his 20s) and few other monks.

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~ The West Wing ~

Shay quickly found the right way to the West wing; last time, he ventured there by accident, when he took the wrong turn in the maze of corridors of the Asylum. A mistake he paid very hard, as he quickly found himself at the mercy of Uncle Orren, who forcefully and painfully took his virginity in a rush of irrepressible lust.

But despite the shivers Shay felt down his spine, his steps were confident, as he felt he had a mission to accomplish: save his friend Ewan from the same fate that threw Orren in the West wing, rejected by anyone. Shay still remembered vividly how, shortly before, he’d spotted in Ewan’s eyes the very same burning fire that he spotted in Orren’s eyes during the vile rape [1]. Shay feared that Orren and Ewan shared a trait, a sort of damnation, and if there was anyone who could give to Shay an explanation, and a hope to save his friend, it was Uncle Orren.

Shay came to the end of the West wing and knocked on Uncle Orren’s door. A rude ‘Who’s there?’ wasn’t the kindest invite, but Shay didn’t back up and stepped inside. Uncle Orren was standing near the penis-shaped window, austere and dark-faced as usual, while Torrance and Drake were chatting near the door, this time fully dressed in their long black habits.

“Look who’s here!” – Drake exclaimed – “Have you come back for more, boy? Last time Uncle Orren had all the fun, now it’s our turn!”

Drake stepped forward to grab Shay, but unexpectedly Torrance held him by his arm: “Leave him alone, Drake…” – he said in a low voice, trying to stop his friend, but Drake wriggled off his grip and moved closer to Shay, extending a hand to take a good handful of the boy’s ass, barely covered by the short red habit. “Show your Submission to an Older Cousin, Novice! Get naked and offer your sweet ass to me!”

Shay felt lost, his ass was still sore from the recent rape, and he couldn’t endure another painful violation of his intimacy. Out of desperation, he ran away from Drake and threw his arms around Uncle Orren, the only one whose authority could countermand Drake’s lascivious order: “Uncle, I beg you, not again… I can’t bear it again…”

Uncle Orren was shocked by the unexpected plea: after all, that was the boy whom he himself had raped not long before, and now he was begging him… to be saved? Orren stood still for a long moment, and then something inside him made him flung his arms around Shay’s shoulder, in a protective embrace. “Drake, Torrance, bend your ears to this” – he said gravely – “You will never, ever, for any reason, touch this boy. Play your lurid games with each other, but keep your hands and your eyes off of Shay. Is that clear? Now, go away, leave us alone.”

The two Older Cousins left in silence and Orren pushed Shay away, almost ashamed at his own caring act: “You got some nerve, boy, coming here again. This is not a safe place for you, you better go back to where you come from before it’s too late.”

“Why shouldn’t it be safe? Drake and Torrance have gone away, there’s only the two of us, now…”

“Precisely.” – Uncle Orren said in a low voice that exuded a deep uneasiness.

“You can’t take away from me the same treasure twice” – Shay replied, sadly – “I already lost all I had to lose.”

“And I can’t give you back what I’ve taken from you! So, why the hell are you here? What do you want from me??”

Shay looked straight at Orren and simply replied: “Answers.”

Uncle Orren looked surprised, and even relieved, as the boy he’d hurt so bad only wanted to ask him some questions; but his expression hardened when Shay added: “I want the truth, I want you to dig inside yourself, and denude your soul for me. You will feel… more naked and exposed then you’ve ever been, you will hate it, but you owe me, Uncle Orren. At the very least, you owe me this.”

“So be it” – the man replied, standing tall – “Ask whatever you want, and you’ll get the truth.”

“After… uhm… brutally forcing open my virgin hole, you stopped” – Shay said – “You could’ve finished what you began, shoving the rest of your manhood into me and splitting me apart, but you penetrated me with great care, slowly, giving me time to accommodate your member. Why?”

Uncle Orren recalled that moment in his memory, and his aggressive demeanor wavered: “Because… I pitied you. I was angry with Roderick, I was finally able to take my revenge on him, deflowering you, but… you were so innocent, I had nothing against you, and I felt sick of myself for what I was doing to you…”

“But then…” – Shay insisted – “you said something like ‘I don’t want, but I can’t help it’, and your virility became a deadly weapon that mercilessly speared my tender insides, giving me a pain I could barely bear!”

Orren averted his gaze, ashamed, paused for a long moment and then unbuttoned his long black cassock: “Look at me, Shay…” – he said, with an infinite sadness in his eyes – “Look at my hairy body, at my lustful loins, at my vicious manhood. This is the body of a beast, not of a man. I’ve fought all my life against… this fire that burns inside me! Here at the Asylum I learnt to master the Temperance, but it didn’t save me. In the end, the beast won the fight, it came out, obscuring my mind and putting an irrepressible fire in my loins…”

Uncle Orren shot at Shay a contrite glance: “You’re not the first one I hurt. Fifteen years ago I hurt another monk. Badly. He didn’t have your innocent eyes, he was a man, a proud defiant man, and I… I shattered his intimacy with beastly fury. I tried to stop myself, but I couldn’t, like I couldn’t stop while violating you. When I feel that fire burning within me, all I can do is mercilessly drill the hole under me, until I explode, finding a little relief and self-control. But the fire never goes off, it keeps burning, burning…”

 

~ An unperishable fire ~

Shay watched Orren with wide eyes: true to his word, he had denudated in front of him both his body and his soul. “I know who you’re talking about, it’s Gaynor, he told me” – the boy said – “But tell me more about this fire you feel inside yourself…”

“Why do you want to know?” – Orren said aloud – “I’m lost forever, I can’t fight it anymore! Since the day I was stranded here in the West wing, I stopped fighting, and I let it degrade and corrupt me to my very bones!”

“I don’t want to torture you, Uncle, but I must know because… someone else has the same fire burning inside him, a young monk dear to my heart, and I don’t want him to… to become like you.”

“A young monk, uh? Ewan, who else?” – Uncle Orren said – “A massive manhood and a body even hairier than mine: he must constantly feel like a volcano ready to erupt. I know well. It’s like lust, but much stronger: all you can think of is to seek pleasure and let your semen flow; but then, when you’re done, the tension is relieved for just a short time, and you soon feel on fire again. But that brief moment of peace is when you can use your Temperance to lock the beast inside its cage… until it breaks free again.”

Shay shot a worried look at Uncle Orren: “Do you mean that you feel it… even now?”

“Yes, even now. And I hate myself for being like this, I hate that when you hugged me, earlier, the tenderness of your gesture was soon obscured by the insane desire that it roused in me. Go away, my brave, innocent boy! Go away and don’t turn back, as I’m lost forever.”

Shay shot to Orren a sad glance, bowed his head and silently went away, mumbling on what the Lost Uncle said. His first thought was for Ewan, the kind, gentle Ewan, who had to fight a harsh battle against himself every day of his life. There had to be a way to relieve his pain! Uncle Orren, by now, had given up, choosing to let his inner fire rage, but Ewan was still fighting, and maybe there was something to do, to help him.

But whatever could help Ewan, could help Uncle Orren, as well. Shay wasn’t as sure as Orren that he was lost forever: maybe he could do something for him, too.

While walking along the silent hallways, Shay’s mind conjured a plan, more a desperate attempt, actually, and it was risky. But he needed help to carry out the plan, and he quickly went in search of Ewan.

Shay’s idea, at first, shocked Ewan, but then he thought that if Shay had been so brave to venture in the West wing and face the Lost Uncle, he couldn’t be outdone. Ewan and Shay went around the Asylum, talking to other friends, and by dinner time the small troop of brave monks was complete. Beside Shay and Ewan, there was the flexible Quinn, whose ability to offer himself to men was legendary; and Blain, the Young Cousin whom Shay had to masturbate at his novitiate trial [2].

Ewan recruited even an Older Cousin, Keenan, a short lad but built like a Viking, with a long blond mane and deep blue eyes; Shay didn’t know him, they just glanced at each other occasionally, around the dinner table, but Ewan told he was perfect for the mission, because his Submission was strong. And Keenan, in turn, called in Devin, the self-assured alpha-man Older Cousin who gave to Ewan a sensual fuck at the Springs.

 

~ A tender onslaught ~

When the night descended on the Asylum and the hallways were silent, a gentle knock on the door roused Uncle Orren from his tangled thoughts. At night, it was even harder to keep his inner fire restrained. Great was his surprise when he saw Shay coming in, alone, and shot at the boy an alarmed glance: “I don’t want to hurt you again, Shay. Don’t come closer. Tell me what you want from me, and then go away.”

“I need you to use your authority as an Uncle” – Shay said – “and state that whoever comes in this room, tonight, is relieved from his vow of Submission to you. We want to help you, but we’re taking a risk, and I need you to do what I ask.”

“We? Aren’t you alone?” – Orren asked, surprised, as none of the monks ever ventured in the West wing, especially at night.

Shay shook his head, and Uncle Orren stood tall and said: “As you ask, so it shall be done. Whoever enters this room tonight will not have to submit to me or anyone else.”

Shay opened the door and Ewan came in, followed by Devin, Blain, Quinn and Keenan. The Novice turned to Orren and explained: “Take it as a sort of experiment, Uncle. Put yourself in the caring hands of these Cousins, and we’ll try and put off the fire burning inside you, we’ll drain the beast that hunts your loins to the last drop, and you will finally be able to rest.”

Uncle Orren was doubtful, but Shay’s promise was too tempting. He silently unbuttoned his black habit and let it fall to the floor, revealing his already rock-hard cock and his hairy muscular body. With a tense voice, Orren then said: “I’m yours, Nephews, I submit to you” – and lay on the bed, hornier than ever, while all the monks took place around him.

Blain was the first to lay his hands on Orren’s hairy body, sensually brushing his torso and casually teasing his nipples, causing small ragged sighs of sexual tension; Ewan knelt on the bed and started titillating Orren’s legs, using his nails to tenderly scratch the tender skin of the inner thighs and the rugged ball sac.

Orren chocked a whine of sexual frustration, and Blain leaned over the Uncle’s chest to lasciviously lick and bite his nipples, that hardened under the exquisite ministration. The sublime teasing went on for a short while and the room resonated of Uncle Orren’s groans.

Having betrayed his own vows long before, and especially the vow of Renunciation, that forbade masturbation, Orren moved his hand to his own cock, and started stroking it in earnest, much to the Cousins’ uneasiness. It was Quinn who intervened, laying on his belly between the man’s legs and stopping his hand: “Let me do it, Uncle Orren…” – he said, kindly, with a voice that exuded a great desire to put his hands on the man’s impressive member.

Quinn started massaging the thick tool almost with reverence, taking his time to travel the long shaft from the base to the head, and then back again; after a short while, he scooped some oil from a nearby lamp and started polishing with his greased palm Orren’s engorged glans, rotating his hand over the sensitive tip with consummated skill.

Orren groaned even louder, arching his back, feeling brought to unbearable heights of sensual tension; as a matter of fact, the masterful teasing he was getting from the Cousins was intense already, but it added to his own unperishable fire that constantly burned deep inside him, and the frustration was driving him mad.

Shay realized that the exquisite teasing was quickly turning into a torture for Uncle Orren, and intervened: “Cousins, I’m sure our Uncle is appreciating your efforts of pleasing him, but this is not the moment of teasing: this is the moment to let his Fountain explode, giving him relief! And you, Uncle Orren, don’t restrain yourself: your Temperance is widely renown, but it’s not the moment to exert it. Let yourself go with the flow, abandon yourself to the Cousins and let your Fountain gush freely!”

Blain, Ewan and Quinn took their cue and intensified their caresses, their bites and pinches on the stiff titties, their sensual scratches on the legs and arms, and Orren stiffened, as if he was on the verge of his climax… but his cock stayed dry. For too many years he’d kept his own sexuality under a merciless control, subduing his carnal urges; and now that he had to let go, he just couldn’t do it.

Shay remembered when, at his own trial, he lost control when Uncle Roderick kissed him [3], and got closer to the bed, looked down at Uncle Orren with great intensity, and then leant down on him, hesitantly, until his lips touched Orren’s; the boy had to force himself, as his heterosexuality made him feel extremely uneasy with kissing another man, but he didn’t back up, and parted his trembling lips, to let his tongue lightly brush Orren’s mouth.

Uncle Orren was instantly won by the shyness and the innocence of that chaste kiss, and let out a chocked grunt, while a fierce shot of seed erupted from his engorged manhood. Quinn watched with marveled eyes the proud manly member shooting volley after volley of thick cream, that dribbled along the shaft and pooled on the man’s chiseled abdomen.

The hands caressing him everywhere didn’t stop, and Quinn even started licking the throbbing cock, sucking globs of seed into his mouth. The Cousin knew that their task was to drain Uncle Orren as much as they could, hoping to finally put off the fire torturing him; but the relentless stimulation, after such a powerful orgasm, was quickly becoming unpleasant to the man.

Again, Shay took the lead: “Cousins, be gentle, slow down, let Uncle Orren catch his breath. We’re here to service him, with tenderness and love…”

Listening at Shay’s last words, Orren turned to look at him, with eyes full of guilt and shame, as tenderness and love were by far the last thing he could expect from the Cousins, and from Shay in particular. But Shay nodded at him, in silence, with a faint smile on his face: he still hated Orren, his rapist, but he was slowly understanding that Orren was victim of his own unrestrainable lust, of the beast that hunted his loins; and apparently, Orren hated himself more than Shay ever had. Love was what both of them badly needed to heal their wounds.

The Cousins stopped stimulating Uncle Orren, but went on caressing him gently, giving sweet kisses all over his body, on his belly button, his neck, his balls, while waiting for his refractory period to end. The man’s cock never lost a fraction of its stiffness, and soon Orren’s moans signaled to the monks that his inner fire was spreading again inside him.

 

~ Draining the Beast ~

For the second assault, Quinn made way to Keenan, the sturdy Viking with the blond mane, and Blain stepped back, to join Shay, who was watching the action from a bit afar. Devin took Ewan’s place, but before climbing on the bed he extended a hand to dip his fingers into the oil of the lamp.

Keenan crouched at Orren’s side and let his long wavy hair flow down, to tickle and caress Orren’s face and torso, over and over, trussing his hips up to give Orren an enticing glimpse of his ass, under the short habit; and then the Viking took the Uncle’s member into his mouth, gulping it down to the last inch with great ability. Orren reacted to the strong suction on his sensitive member inhaling sharply and letting out a low groan, almost a purr; his hand slowly sneaked under Keenan’s habit and gripped the firm buttocks, with greedy fingers.

But other fingers were ready to spring into action, as well. Devin grabbed one of Orren’s ankles and raised his leg up, to gain a clear access to the man’s secluded portal; and then, with great caution, he pushed a single greased finger against his clenched hole, but without forcing it open. He knew that Uncle Orren, like all the monks in the Asylum, was not a virgin: long before, he had been a Novice, and it was customary that Novices lost their virginity to an Uncle, before becoming Young Cousins. But Devin was quite sure that Orren was not used to offer his bottom to anyone and wasn’t surprised to find him as tight as a virgin.

Devin’s finger massaged the puckered anus, trying to let it relax, but Orren instinctively kept clenching his hole to keep the intruder out. “Uncle Orren…” – Devin then said with a respectful tone – “I won’t force you, I’m not here to give you pain, but pleasure. Let me in, give up on your authority this once, and submit to me…”

Probably those same words, spoken by any other monk, would’ve not had any effect on the proud Uncle, but Devin was an assertive alpha-man whose sexual magnetism could subjugate anyone [4]. With a knowing grin, Devin felt Orren’s anal ring quiver, and then relax, to give way to the loving intruder, that gently found its way into Orren’s depths.

Once broken in, Orren didn’t complain when the fingers became two and started tapping rhythmically on his sensitive joy button. Keenan greedily sucked and gulped down the occasional globs of salty pre-cum that burped out of Orren’s cock whenever Devin pressed his fingers on the prostate with more vigor.

Uncle Orren was soon in full swing, swayed by the waves of pure pleasure caused by the combined efforts of Keenan on his cock and Devin in his ass, and quickly was again on the verge of an explosive orgasm. “Don’t stop… Don’t stop… Ahh… Yes…YES!! NNNGGHH!!!”

Once again, Orren’s long member twitched and throbbed, in the throes of the pleasure, and spurted a huge amount of manly seed; Keenan sucked hard, swallowing all the precious semen that flooded his mouth, and Devin stomped hard his fingers on the man’s prostate, making him shoot all he had to shoot.

At long last, the massive orgasm trailed off, and Orren lay on the bed, heaving; the Cousins thought that his inner fire had been finally put off. Shay knelt next to the bed, placed a hand on Orren’s chest and looked deep into his eyes… and knew that the beast had not been tamed yet: the man’s eyes were still burning with desire and a barely restrained lust.

“We’ve done what we could, Uncle Orren” – Shay said, standing up – “and now it’s your turn to act. I know you are a man who doesn’t like to submit to others: the time has come for you to make a lad submit to you. I believe you are drained enough, and you won’t hurt this Young Cousin…” – Shay added, pulling Quinn close to them – “…who bravely accepted to let you feast on him to your heart’s content. I beg you, Uncle, to restrain yourself, because if you hurt him, I will be as guilty as you.”

Uncle Orren rose on his knees, his cock still stiff as a pole, and solemnly nodded his head: “Fear not. My Temperance is strong, now”. He made way to the flexible Quinn, who climbed on the bed and lay down on the bed, on his back, spreading his legs like only he could do and offering his experienced ass to Orren without reserves.

True to his word, Uncle Orren was extremely respectful: he used plenty of oil to grease Quinn’s ass and his own cock, and then penetrated the young monk with utmost gentleness, easing his cock into the welcoming hole with a long, slow thrust.

“Oooohh…!!!” – Orren murmured, tilting back his head, almost taken aback by the sheer pleasure radiating from his cock and the tenderness of Quinn’s flesh. It wasn’t just a matter of physical pleasure, as after two orgasms Orren felt relaxed, and his desire was not overwhelming as usual; what deeply moved Orren was that for the first time after many years, he was not forced to fuck senselessly a man hole, he was finally able to make love to a wonderful lad who had offered to him his precious intimacy.

Everyone in the room, watching them make sweet love, were surprised to see the usually austere and angry Uncle Orren smile tenderly at Quinn, while easing his formidable tool in and out of the tender chute with caring, loving thrusts. Quinn, who at first was a bit tense, prepared as he was to get one of Orren’s infamous wrecking fucks, was probably the most surprised of all, and looked up at the hairy man with shining, ecstatic eyes.

When, after a long time, they both shuddered and let their Fountains gush for each other, a respectful silence fell in the room. In the flickering light of the oil lamps, Orren and Quinn, along with the crumpled bed under them, looked like a holy altar that celebrated love and tenderness.

Shay moved closer, and looked deep inside Uncle Orren’s eyes. “The beast is gone, isn’t it?” – the boy said with a joyful smile, and Orren smiled back at him: “Yes. I haven’t felt so relaxed and calm in ages. But it will come back, it always comes back. I’m hopeful, though: I’ve fought for years against it, to keep it restrained, but you made me understand that I can win my inner demon only if I keep it sated…”

“We will keep it sated, Uncle Orren” – Ewan said, stepping forward, and Quinn added, playfully, from the bed: “Count me in!”, joyfully joined by all the other monks.

“We all will help you, Uncle” – Shay said smiling – “and when the word spreads, I can easily guess that all the monks will soon line up at your door to help you!”

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In the next chapter: Shay and Ewan will get an unexpected visit from Torrance, one of the depraved Lost Cousin, who is heavily into masochistic bondage; despite the risk of being dragged into Torrance’s perverse lifestyle, Shay and Ewan help him come back to the Holy Fountain.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] Ewan was making sweet love to Quinn when, under Shay’s eyes, his fuck became rough and forceful, and a fiery glare appeared in Ewan’s eyes. See Ch. 8.
[2] Much to his own disgust and shame, being straight, Shay was ordered to masturbate Blain in front of all the Cousins; it was the very first time Shay touched another man’s cock. See Ch. 1.
[3] Shay’s task, during the trial, was to keep his cock limp, despite the skillful stimulation he was receiving; he bravely prevented a forbidden erection, until Uncle Roderick gave him a passionate kiss. See Ch. 3.
[4] Including Ewan, who in the Springs couldn’t resist Devin’s manly allure and got a sensual fuck. See Ch. 4.