The Holy Fountain

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Shay is a straight, shy, virgin boy, blond, slim but chiseled; he just took his vow of Submission and became a Novice; he’s been assigned Ewan (a young monk in his late 20s) as his roommate and mentor.

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≈ CHAPTER 2: RELUCTANT WORSHIP ≈

 

 

~ Doubts and questions ~

Ewan walked Novice Shay along several corridors. Shay felt almost naked, wearing his sleeveless short red habit that barely covered his pudenda; Ewan, being a Young Cousin, was luckier, but not that much, as he wore a thigh-length green habit that often couldn’t conceal his massive male endowment; but apparently, judging by his confident steps, he got used to it.  At the end of the corridor, Ewan opened a heavy wooden door: “Here is our cell, come in and get comfortable. You must be rather shaken after your trial [1]. Oh, congratulations on becoming a Novice, by the way! I’m so proud of you, and Uncle Roderick is, too. If I know him a bit, he got a liking on you, buddy!”

Shay smiled and entered the cell, that actually looked anything but a cell: it was ample, with two large beds, a warm carpet and a tall chest of drawers; on the wide wall opposite to the door there was a strange window, made of a tall gothic middle section with two round smaller windows at its base. Shay stared at it for a while, uneasy, at it definitely looked like a… penis.

“It’s a symbol of the Holy Fountain” – Ewan said, rousing Shay from his thoughts – “Wait for it to be lit by the rising sun, tomorrow morning: it’s a wonderful sight!”

They both sat on the side of a bed and Ewan touched lightly Shay’s short red habit: “I hope you’re proud of wearing it. I was, when I became a Novice. I felt thrilled, and still remember my initial trial as one of the most memorable of my experiences. That stool with the phallus scared me to hell! I saw it scared you, too, but you had such a determined expression while you were impaling yourself on it!”

“Yes, it was scary” – Shay replied in a low voice – “I… I was sure it would’ve split me apart! But I was ready to give away my virginity, painful as it could be, to obey Uncle Roderick’s command. I feel strong in my Submission.”

“Shay, keep this in mind: our Uncles would never let us hurt ourselves. They truly love us and care for us.”

“They?” – Shay inquired – “Are there other Uncles than Roderick?”

“Currently there’s only him, but there can be many: any Older Cousin, if he feels strong enough in his virtues, can undergo a hard trial to prove himself worthy of becoming an Uncle. There was another Uncle, until recently, but… now there’s only Roderick.”

“Is he… dead?”

“Dead? No. Not to the world, anyway, but dead to the Holy Fountain, and to us Cousins. His name is Uncle Orren, you’ve seen him, in the Chapter house: he was the tallest of the three black-clothed men.”

“The Lost Cousins?” – Shay gasped – “They made me feel… uneasy. Who are they?”

“Why do you want to know about them? They’re dead, in our eyes. You should better steer away from them. They live in the West wing and thankfully always stay there, unless Uncle Roderick calls for them. Be careful, Shay, don’t ever venture in the West wing.”

“Are they… dangerous?”

“In a way, yes. They got lost, they betrayed their vows, giving free rein to their passions and their lust. They don’t know any more what Renunciation and Temperance mean, they indulge in… unholy and depraved acts that I can’t even describe. But they are still Older Cousins, and one of them is an Uncle, and they retained their prerogatives. Our vow of Submission binds us: if they command us, we must obey, and… they would likely command us to join their depraved acts.”

Silence fell in the room, while Shay thought at what he just heard… feeling a gust of perverse curiosity about the ‘depraved acts’ the Lost Cousins indulged into. Ewan then broke the silence with a more light-hearted exclamation: “But let’s stop talking about the Lost Cousins, I want to hear about you! May… May I ask you a personal question?”

“Why, yes, Ewan.”

“Earlier, during your trial, I couldn’t help but notice that your member never got hard, not even in part. Didn’t you like touching Blain’s cock and make him gush for you? Didn’t you enjoy Uncle Roderick’s exquisite massage? I remember that when I was in your place, I was ashamed at how little Temperance I showed: my member was as stiff as a rock!”

Shay looked surprised by the question: “Was I supposed to feel pleasure, masturbating another man or having my pristine man hole violated by Uncle Roderick? Or having my face drenched with a lad’s seed? I… I never felt attracted by other men, and sure enough I don’t like being involved in such… intimate acts with other men!”

“Mmh, yeah…” – Ewan commented – “Unfortunately, sometimes Nature gets in the way, for a man who wants to walk the path to the Holy Fountain. Listen, my friend, I won’t tell you to bend your natural inclinations, I only ask you to… keep your mind open. The Truth is different than what they may have taught you so far. Besides, you won’t see any woman here, and a man can’t keep his inner Fountain restrained and locked forever, it’s unnatural, unhealthy and… cruel. Anyway, tomorrow your lack of interest for men may come in handy, when your Temperance will be tested. But it’s not a good thing rejecting your Cousins’ touch, if you want to discover the secret ways of the Holy Fountains, as the Truth comes to you through the inner Fountain that we all Cousins have.”

“Oh…” – Shay murmured, blushing – “You mean that I will be commanded to do what I did to Blain to other Cousins…”

“Don’t make that face!” – Ewan giggled, smiling – “It’s just a matter of… becoming acquainted with another man’s body. You may not feel attracted to men, but a man’s body is beautiful, if you look at it with sincere eyes and an open mind. You’ll get used to it. Wait…”

 

~ Hairy damnation ~

Ewan stood up and quickly took off his green habit, his only piece of clothing; and then, completely naked, he lay on the bed, next to Shay: “You can keep your robe on, if it makes you feel more comfortable. Look at me, Shay, look at my body, explore it with your eyes and your fingers. Even my most private parts, my most hidden crevices, are at your disposal for you to explore them. Don’t be shy, we’re friends aren’t we?”

Shay nodded, wearing a tense grin, and forced himself to look at Ewan’s body. The first thing he noticed was how hairy he was: a thick black hair covered his muscular chest and went down to his crotch in an intricate treasure trail. The arms and the legs were a bit less hairy, but the bush at the base of his cock was as dense as a forest. Shay’s eyes widened a little when he lay his gaze on Ewan’s cock: though totally limp, it was massive, thick and… there was no foreskin on his glans!

Hesitantly, Shay dove his fingers into the fur covering Ewan’s chest and cautiously caressed the bulging pecs and the pointy nipples, making Ewan utter a short gasp of sudden pleasure; he then moved his hands down, caressing the muscular legs and calves, and his hands lingered on the inner thighs, shyly moving up, toward the big plump balls, but without daring to actually touch them.

“You’re… You’re so hairy!” – Shay whispered, almost scared of hearing his own voice. Ewan frowned: “That’s my biggest concern. I don’t know exactly why, but hairy lads are somehow… more easily prey of their passion, we have a stronger lust, and following the path of the Temperance is harder. It’s easier for us to get… lost.”

“Don’t say so!” – Shay exclaimed with passion, taking Ewan’s face into his hands – “You won’t become a Lost Cousin, I’m sure of it! You’re so kind, so nice, so… so handsome…!”

Shay looked down into Ewan’s brown eyes, and saw a deep anguish in them; under his fingers, he felt the hirsute facial hair trying to ruin the smoothness of the clean-shaved cheeks and guessed the anxious determination that Ewan put in carefully shaving each morning, trying to keep in check his hairiness… and his overactive sexuality along with it. The boy felt sorry for his friend, forced to fight, day after day, an endless battle against his own nature and his strongest instincts. Following the impetus of the moment, Shay leaned down and placed a tender kiss on Ewan’s lips.

He felt Ewan respond with equal tenderness, and for a moment he was startled to feel Ewan’s tongue gently trying to force open his lips; at first, Shay instinctively resisted, but soon surrendered to the sweet assault and let the warm tongue break through his lips.

Their tongues embraced each other, cautiously, sneaking deeper into their humid cavities, for a while; the silence in the cell was broken only by their heavy breaths.

When Shay recoiled, his face was blushing fiery red. Ewan smiled tenderly and whispered: “Thank you, sweet Shay. I needed it”. With the corner of his eyes, Ewan noticed a movement and turned his gaze to Shay’s crotch, where his young unruly member was twitching with desire under the short habit.

“I’m glad you liked it as much as a did” – he said with a knowing grin – “Don’t be ashamed, I had the same reaction, see?”

Shay looked down and saw Ewan’s big cock getting even thicker and slowly rising from the hairy crotch. “Where… Where is your foreskin?” – Shay asked, cautiously, looking with rapt eyes the pink glans swelling free at the top of a now stiff shaft.

“Haven’t you ever seen a circumcised lad?” – Ewan replied – “I’ve been circumcised when I was a baby, I never knew what means having a foreskin wrapping your tip. It… It must be so sensual feeling the tender skin brush over your most sensitive part, isn’t it?”

A weird idea came to Shay’s mind, and he stood still for a moment, because he didn’t even know if what he had in mind was even doable… but then he decided to try. He scrambled on the bed and took away his habit, revealing his half-hard cock; he knelt between Ewan’s splayed legs and pushed forward his hips, until his cock was at an inch from Ewan’s.

“I… I want you to know how it feels having a foreskin” – Shay murmured, looking at Ewan’s surprised eyes. He pulled his foreskin and picked the opening with his fingertips, widening it as much as he could. Ewan’s glans was way bigger than his own and he faltered, unsure if really could do it, but he pulled harder, ignoring the pain coming from his overstretched foreskin, and managed to envelop Ewan’s tip with the tender skin. Then, with his hand, he started stroking Ewan’s cock, making the foreskin brush against the engorged glans.

“Ooooooohhhh!!!” – Ewan moaned, tilting his head back for the sudden pleasure – “Holy Fountain, it’s wonderful! It’s like velvet… Oooohh!!”

It wasn’t just the physical sensation that caused such strong surges of pleasure in Ewan, but also the total intimacy he felt with Shay, who, incredible as it seemed, was sharing his foreskin with him!

Shay moved his hand back and forth few other times, and then the tight foreskin slipped out of Ewan’s glans. The boy tried hard to stretch it again with his fingers, but Ewan noticed his grimace of discomfort. “Stop, Shay, don’t hurt yourself any more. You already gave me such a great gift! I never felt anything like that. You’ve been so sweet with me, Shay and I want to repay you” – Ewan added, holding his own rock-hard cock with his hand – “Let me bless you with my Fountain, Shay! Kiss it!”

 

~ ‘Forced’ ~

There was a sudden worry in Shay’s eyes, as if the mere idea of taking a man’s cock in his mouth shocked him… but the eager twitch of the boy’s cock revealed his innermost feelings, and Ewan faked a stern expression: “Submit to my command, Novice.”

Hesitantly, Shay lay on the bed, face down, between Ewan’s legs and took the stiff manhood in his hand. He watched it for a moment and then leaned on it and pressed his lips on the exposed glans. The timid tenderness of that gesture ignited a fire in Ewan’s loins: “Take it in your mouth… Just the tip… Oooohhh, yes, this way! Roll your tongue around it… mmmhh… explore its ridges and crevices with the tip of your tongue… now press it against your palate… oohh… ooohhh Holy Spring, yes!”

Shay almost couldn’t believe that his inexperienced mouth was able to give such a pleasure to a man, but watching Ewan squirming and gasping on the bed boosted his confidence, and started bobbing his head on the stiff member, using his tongue to press the engorged mushroom head against his palate and pursing tight his lips on the shaft. He guessed that his teeth would’ve been a threat for the tender member, so he did his best to keep them away.

He was a bit worried when Ewan placed a hand on his head, to push him down on the hard pole, but soon realized that Ewan was gently guiding him, not forcing him to take more than he could, and went on sucking on the thick meat with renewed passion.

“Yes… Oh, yes! Deeper… Please, go a little deeper, Shay, it’s so goooood…”

Shay tried to comply, and took some more of the long rod into his mouth, but as soon as the tip hit the back of his throat he chocked hard and recoiled, shooting a mortified glance at Ewan.

“You’re doing well, my friend” – Ewan said with coarse voice – “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop, I’m so close… Just take as much as you can, no more, but keep going…!”

Guided by Ewan’s hand, Shay took again the throbbing member into his mouth and started servicing it as best as he could, being careful not to overdo it and gag; sensing Ewan’s growing heat, Shay paced up his thrusts, and pressed hard his tongue on the wide glans to increase the exquisite friction.

“Oh, man, this is wonderful… Keep going… I’m close… I’m so close!!!! NNNNGGHHH!!!”

Ewan stiffened, in the throes of his pleasure, and placed both hands on Shay’s head, keeping it in an inescapable grip. Shay tried to wriggle out, horrified by the idea that his Cousin was about to spurt his semen straight into his mouth, but he couldn’t move. The first warm, viscous shot of seed bathed Shay’s tongue, followed by another, and another. The manly juice quickly flooded Shay’s mouth, who instinctively gulped it down, savoring for the first time its unique salty-sweet taste.

“Quench your thirst on my Fountain! Nnngghh… Ooohh, yes, yes!!” – Ewan moaned loud, spurting shot after powerful shot of tasty cream into the Novice’s unwilling mouth, until the wild orgasm trailed off, and he let go of Shay’s head, setting him free.

Ewan lay down on the bed, panting, closed his eyes and murmured, satisfied: “So, my friend, what do you say about that?”

“Th… Thank you…?” – Shay replied with trembling voice, and his distressed tone alarmed Ewan, who immediately opened his eyes to look at him. Shay’s cock was swelling proud, as stiff as a pole, meaning that what he’d done had greatly excited him, but his deep frown told him that the boy was on the verge of crying. “Shay… Weren’t you happy to drink from my Fountain? It was meant to be a gift to you, but you… you don’t look happy at all. I’m so sorry if I made you do something you didn’t want to…!”

“I submit to your command, Cousin” – Shay whined, cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand – “but for a man… drinking another man’s semen is…is wrong…!”

“Shay… Shay, listen to me. Our seed is our very essence, and it’s a manifestation, imperfect as it is, of the Holy Fountain itself. I gave it to you with all my heart, it’s the greatest gift I could give you. You didn’t do anything wrong, on the contrary! You gave me a great pleasure, you made me writhe and moan for the potency of the pleasure you were giving me. It’s the most intense experience for a man! You’re a man, too, you know what I’m talking about!”

Shay’s shameful, confused gaze made Ewan suddenly understand: “Wait, you mean… that you’ve never felt it? That no one has ever made you feel the pleasure you gave me?”

The Novice shook his head, too ashamed to look straight at Ewan: “My father has always been extremely strict about Renunciation, I never dared to… give pleasure to myself. And I’ve never… known any girl, either. Despite what my father says, I’m too young to get married.”

Ewan stood sitting on the bed, feeling his heart going out to that unfortunate lad who had forcefully restrained his sexuality for years. “Whatever your life was before coming here, now you’re with us. And it’s about time you discover how powerful your inner Fountain is…”

With a gentle push, Ewan made Shay lay on the bed, on his back. The boy’s long-neglected dick was standing tall, eager to feel the pleasure that had been denied to it so far. Ewan took his place between Shay’s legs and curled his fingers around the rigid shaft, slowly stroking it up and down. “This is not something I would ever command you…” – Ewan said with warm voice – “Are you willing to offer yourself to me, and let me drink from your Fountain?”

“I prithee…” – Shay replied, feeling his heart in his throat.

 

~ The Fountain comes into life ~

Ewan started stroking the rigid member, looking at it with rapt eyes. The rhythmical tender embrace of the foreskin on the glans always fascinated him so much! “It's… a marvel” – he murmured under his breath, and then slowly peeled down the foreskin, exposing the sensitive head, and closed his lips around it.

Shay stiffened and inhaled sharply, blown away by the unknown sensations suddenly spreading from his groin to his entire body: “Aww, shit! Oh! Sorry! Fuuuuucckk!!” – he said aloud, almost screaming, too shaken to prevent his mouth from letting the swear words out. Ewan, though with his mouth full, couldn’t restrain a smile, rejoicing in the excited reaction of his young and inexperienced buddy. Unlike Shay, Ewan knew well how to service the Fountain, and sucked hard, pursing his lips on the shaft, drawing more blood into the engorged glans and making it even more sensitive.

Shay had his eyes tightly shut and gripped with spasming fingers the bedsheets, moaning loud. Never, not once in his whole life he’d experienced such a blissful, overwhelming sensation. And knowing that an experienced Cousin like Ewan was so humbly servicing him, a Novice, blew his mind away.

“By all the Holy Springs, what are you doing to me…” – Shay blurred, tossing his head from side to side – “This is… unbelievable, it can’t be real…!”

“Believe it, sweet Shay.” – Ewan replied, recoiling and slowing down the massage, sensing that the naïve lad was already dangerously on the verge of his orgasm – “What you feel is your Fountain coming into life for the first time. Let’s not rush, calm down, breathe. Keep your flow restrained, use your Temperance.”

“I… I’ll try” – Shay promised with trembling voice, and then, after a short while, he added: “I’m calm, now, I’ve subdued my ardor.”

Ewan flashed a rascal smile and opened his mouth wide, lowering his head on the throbbing cock. This time he didn’t purse his lips around the shaft, nor he squeezed the sensitive glans between his tongue and his palate: he just lowered his head until Shay’s fiery cock pressed against the back of his throat. Then, looking straight at Shay’s eyes, Ewan slowly pushed down, letting the swelling glans force open his throat muscles.

It was as if an electric surge had swept through Shay’s body, and he stiffened, holding his breath. The boy’s eyes were wide open, and Ewan could read in them a marvel, a sheer pleasure and an unconditional submission that warmed Ewan’s heart.

Ewan’s lips and tongue, at last, joined his tight throat muscles, holding Shay’s cock in an exquisite, tender grip. The experienced Cousin paced up his thrusts over the stiff cock, giving all he had to give to service the Novice’s Fountain at his best. Not even Uncle Roderick could have Temperance enough to resist such a relentless, delightful treatment, and sure enough young Shay had not such an inner strength.

Shay succumbed under the skillful ministrations and felt something powerful, indomitable rising into him, an unstoppable crescendo of tension so sheer and overwhelming that he got scared: “I can’t… I can’t resist! Ewan, help me… Help me, for the Holy Fountain’s sake!! Nnnggghh… AWW… AAAAARRGGGHHH!!!!”

A fiery orgasm exploded in Shay’s groin, making his whole body buckle and shake wildly; the boy’s hands instinctively gripped Ewan’s hair, holding it so tight that almost hurt him, but Ewan didn’t stop: tightening his mouth even more around the throbbing cock, he went on bobbing his head in earnest, bringing the boy’s pleasure to unbearable heights.

An eruption of pent-up juice flowed from the stiff member into Ewan’s mouth, who syphoned the beloved essence with ecstatic desire. Shay’s loud moans echoed along the deserted corridors, while the Novice felt like dying, and it was the sweetest death he could ever dream of.

Shay’s body slowly stopped shaking, while the exhausted lad came down from the Heavens he’d just had a glimpse of. He stood silent for a long moment, staring into Ewan’s loving eyes, and then a hiccup shook his shoulders, and then another, and finally his deep emotions found their way out through his tears. Shay started sobbing quietly, and Ewan scrambled up over him, holding him in a tight, protective embrace: “It’s alright, sweet Shay… Now you know how it feels, and I assure you will feel the same bliss again and again, while exploring the mysterious ways of the Holy Fountain. Thank you, my friend.”

“You… You thank me?” – Shay asked, tentatively.

“I can’t be more grateful to you, Shay. You not only let your Fountain gush for me, but you let me be the first one to open the doors of your pleasure. I feel… honored. Thank you.”

Shay threw again his arms around Ewan and murmured: “I won’t ever forget this. I won’t ever forget you.”

“Now let’s refresh ourselves a bit” – Ewan said with a friendly smile, patting on Shay’s arm – “It’s about dinner time, and then you have to rest, because tomorrow it will be… an intense day for you.”

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In the next chapter: Shay will have to prove how strong… or weak are his Renunciation and his Temperance. In the ample Chapter house, all his Cousin will do their best to tempt him… and they will fully succeed. Will Shay be able to pass the test?

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Footnotes and references:

[1] In order to become Novice, Shay had to masturbate a monk, have his ass fingered and ‘impale’ himself on a dildo. See Ch. 1