Billy and the Gods of Atlantis

Part 2

The Invitation

The Sun is shining brightly and there’s not a cloud in the Atlantean sky; a perfect afternoon on the island-continent of Atlantis. Shepherds are tending their flocks on the rolling hills and Farmers are tending their fields and livestock. The weather in Atlantis is always perfect, because it is the will of the Olympian Gods. Rains come to refresh and water the land at regular intervals, and tropical storms are repelled out to sea. Clothing is not needed here so the Humans and Olympians are almost always naked. There are some ceremonial and religious occasions when togas and robes are worn, and Actors often use costumes in their performances. But, none of those garments have anything to do with modesty or protection from the elements.

Two young Shepherds, identical twins Castor and Pollux, are lounging under the shade of a giant and ancient maple tree at the top of a hill. Both are very handsome young men in their early 20s with sun-bleached sandy brown hair and hazel eyes. Their bodies are lean, tan, and muscular. They are mostly smooth except for their thick curly pubes, hairy armpits, and particularly hairy ass-cracks. They are well endowed with large cocks and large low hanging balls; traits they inherited from their Father.

The Twins are watching over a large flock of sheep which are grazing in the shallow valley below. Castor is leaning his back against the trunk of the tree, and Pollux is lying on his left side near his brother in the soft grass.

Castor is absentmindedly playing with his own semi-hard cock as he watches the sheep. Pollux is daydreaming of his Lord Pan, and his cock is fully erect. He has his right hand behind him and is leisurely pulling bits of dried shit out of his ass hair, and dropping them on the ground. Shepherds and Farmers never wipe their asses and don’t routinely bathe. Favoring their natural body odors, in honor of their God and King, Pan. Occasionally, they’ll go for a swim in the rivers, lakes, or sea. To cool off, and rinse off the dust.

“When do you think Lord Pan will return? He’s been gone for at least six months.”, Pollux casually asked his brother.

“You know how our Lord Pan is. I don’t think he even knows how long he’ll be gone on his journeys.”, Castor replied. He chuckled and continued, “Are you missing his huge cock up your ass, and the way he makes you orgasm over and over again?”

“Yes! And don’t lie to me, I know you’re missing the taste of his ass. Oh, how you groan with pleasure when you clean his asshole with your tongue! Everyone knows that you are the best ass-licker in the Eastern Province.”, Pollux countered him.

“And you say that as though it’s a bad thing! You and Father enjoy my ass-cleaning talents. In fact, it looks like you’re in need of a thorough ass-cleaning right now.” Castor retorted, paused a moment and then continued, “Come on, Brother. Get on your hands and knees in front of me, and I’ll take care of cleaning your ass.”

Pollux did as his Brother asked and positioned himself on his hands and knees facing away from him. “Do you need your ass cleaned, too?”, Pollux inquired.

“No, Father and I cleaned and fucked each other this morning while you were still in bed!” Castor said with a smile and a teasing tone. It’s the social custom among the rural folk in Atlantis for Fathers and Sons to lick each other’s asses clean, and to satisfy each other’s sexual desires.

The population of Atlantis is strictly controlled by the Gods. All women, Human and Nymph, live in the North-Western coastal region of Amazonia. All Human heterosexual procreation is done in the Temple of Aphrodite, in the Atlantean Capital of Arcadia City, under the strict supervision of the Priests. The Gods decide who, and when, for Human ritual procreation to occur. The pregnant women live at the Temple until the children are born, then boys go live with their Fathers and girls go to Amazonia with their Mothers. Pan is the direct ancestor of all Satyrs, who are the male offspring of Satyrs and Human women. Nymphs are their female offspring. Satyrs and Nymphs have a lifespan of thousands of years, so it’s very rare for the Gods to allow for their procreation. Mating between Satyrs and Nymphs is strictly forbidden for it creates unpredictable monsters.

With Pollux now in position, Castor lowers his face into his brother’s stinking thickly hairy ass-crack. Using his teeth he begins by pulling the dried pieces of shit out his brother’s ass-hair. One piece at a time and swallowing them. First on the left side of the crack, and then on the right side. Sometimes the hair will catch in between Castor’s teeth and gets pulled out, “Ouch!” Pollux exclaims and winces. He finishes thoroughly cleaning the surrounding ass-hair and now he concentrating on his brother’s asshole. It’s very crusty today. Using his teeth, he scrapes the chunks of shit off the puckered orifice and swallows them, then he licks hard and repeatedly until the anal sphincter is completely clean. Finishing up, he sticks his tongue in his brother’s asshole as deep as he can, wishing again that he had a tongue as long as a Satyr’s tongue. Castor loves eating poop, another trait he inherited from his Father.

“Poop if you need to, Pollux.” Castor said, putting his open mouth over his brother’s asshole.

Pollux does need to poop and pushes down with his bowels, and a large thick turd begins to slowly emerge, stretching open his loosened asshole. He knows to push it out slowly, giving his brother time to bite off chunks, chew, and swallow. He soon feels the last of the turd pass through his hole with a fart. Castor finishes enjoying his meal and licks any remaining fresh shit from the orifice. He belches loudly in satisfaction and they both laugh heartily.

Castor’s cock is rock-hard now and his balls are aching for relief. He says, “Don’t get up, Pollux. I need to relieve my balls! You know how horny I get eating your poop!”

“You and Father, both! Yesterday just before sunrise, while I was still in bed, Father came to me and ate the poop out of my ass. Then, he fucked me hard!”, Pollux replied while remaining on his hands and knees, always happy to satisfy his brother’s urges. Even though they are identical twins, there were indisputable differences between them: Castor being very masculine and rough, and Pollux being more feminine and gentle. Their Father once said to Castor, “Fucking your brother, Pollux, is almost like fucking a woman! I make him cum every time without his cock being touched!”.

Castor gets up on his knees and places the head of his 12 inch (31cm) long, and 3 inch (8cm) wide, rock-hard cock on his brother’s waiting asshole. He pushes in the full length slowly and steadily, until he feels his brother’s anus gripping the base of his cock. His thick pubic hair now pushing tightly against Pollux’s ass-crack. He begins slowly sliding in and out, back and forth. Withdrawing almost completely but keeping his cock-head inside, then sliding it back in to the hilt. His breathing becomes heavy and panting, his heart is pounding, and he quickens his thrusts; faster and faster, harder and harder. He is now slamming his pubes against his brother’s ass making loud slapping sounds with every thrust. Pollux is also panting heavily, his heart pounding, and his asshole is rapidly contacting and releasing with waves of anal orgasms.

“AAAHHH! OOOHHH! Fuck me harder, Brother! Harder!” Pollux moans, caught up in their lust. Pan had fucked him once, and ever since then Pollux has craved more for anal orgasms than for ejaculation. Castor complies and thrusts even faster and harder.

Castor’s aching balls pulls upward and the pressure in his prostate releases in a powerful surge. His semen floods his brother’s bowels. And at the same moment, Pollux feels his testicles retract and his load shoots on the ground underneath him, without his cock even being touched. Castor thrusts in one last time and keeps his cock in his brother’s ass, letting it go soft before pulling it out. A stream of semen runs out of Pollux’s stretched asshole and down the back of his balls and drips to the ground. Castor collapses back sitting against the tree as before, and Pollux sits back and lies in his arms. Castor holds his brother as his cum continues to leak out of Pollux’s loosened fuck-hole. Silently, enjoying their sexual satisfaction, their mutual breathing quieted.

Suddenly, to the East! In the direction they are facing, a column of purple light shoots a thousand feet (305 meters) into the air, accompanied with the crack and boom of thunder.

“Well, there’s your answer, Pollux! Lord Pan has returned and we’ve been invited to welcome him!”, Castor said excitedly knowing well of Lord Pan’s love of feasts and orgies.

“Look, Father is coming.”, Pollux points down toward the valley. Castor looks and sees a portly older man walking quickly toward them, breathing heavily, trying to climb the steep hill. It is Pahkis, their Father. Pahkis is 150 years old, which is late middle-age for Humans in Atlantis, considering human life expectancy is about 200 years. He is a short and rotund man with a long salt & pepper beard down to his navel. He has shoulder length hair, a moderately hairy body, and long thick pubes; all are also a salt & pepper mix of white and dark hair. Pahkis’ most outstanding feature is his huge cock: 10 inches (26cm) flaccid, and 12 inches (31cm) erect. And, it’s a girthy 3 inches (8cm) in diameter when hard; most men can’t reach their hand all the way around it. All the men in Pahkis’ family line have had notably large genitalia. Castor’s and Pollux’s cocks are identical to their Father’s. A family folktale says that one of his distant ancestors, back in ancient Greece, was a Satyr who was granted to be permanently made Human to marry the woman he loved. Pahkis’ cock is about average size for a Satyr’s cock. His balls are also large and hang low, in good proportion to his ample manhood.

“Come on, Pollux. Let’s meet him halfway.”, Castor said and the brothers stand up together and pick up their shepherd’s crooks. Castor’s semen is still leaking from his brother’s asshole and running down the back of his legs.

“Father! Stay there, we’ll come to you!” Castor called out to Pahkis, who immediately stops where he is and bends over panting with his hands on his knees. The young men run down the hill to meet their Father, who is still catching his breath when they arrive.

“Boys! We have been invited to a feast and orgy by Lord Pan! Gather the sheep and goats into their barns, and let us depart. Quickly, now boys!”, Pahkis instructed urgently.

His sons obey diligently, as they always do. Castor and Pollux separate and circle around the flock on opposite sides, driving them back toward the barns. Pahkis stands there watching the boys expertly do their jobs. He feels a rumble in his bowels and puts his hand on his large hairy belly. His bowels rumble again with downward movement. A large turd is pushing against the inside of his anal sphincter. He relaxes and allows about 3 inches (8cm) of the solid shit-log to push out of his old and very loose asshole, and into his extremely hairy ass-crack between his chubby ass-cheeks. Pahkis knows that, like many old men in Atlantis, he’s not long from losing his bowel control completely. A result of being fucked by thick Human and Satyr cocks almost daily. Not to mention that he’s been fucked by Centaurs on several occasions. But, for a Shepherd it’s an honor to eventually completely lose and bowel and urinary control. It’s considered a blessing from Pan.

“Damn, I sent Castor away too soon. He would have made a meal of this.”, Pahkis uttered to himself.”

He spreads his legs and squats down just slightly with his hands on his knees, and allows the first turd to proceed out on its own, without pushing down. A 12 inch (31cm) long, 3 inch (8cm) diameter shit-log falls from his asshole to the ground with an audible thud in the grass. He pushes down just slightly with his bowel muscles, and another turd of equal size falls out of his ass and on top of the first. One more little push and the third turd, a bit shorter in size falls to the ground on the pile. He stands up straight and steps forward. Pahkis, like all Shepherds and Farmers in Atlantis, has never wiped his asshole in his life. One of his Sons will gladly lick him clean later today, or maybe he’ll wait and have a Satyr do it at the orgy.

“I do love a Satyr’s long tongue up my ass!”, he said to himself in anticipation.

He glances behind him and notes the thickness of his turds. When he was a young man, he was a favorite of Pan who used him as a regular, and very willing, fuck-toy. Permanently stretching his human asshole. He had even journeyed with a merchant caravan, led by Pan, to The City of the Centaurs. Where he was fucked by a Centaur Prince who wanted him to stay, but Pan thought it better to return Pahkis to his family. He still dreams of getting fucked again by that horse-like Centaur cock, and having hot Centaur semen flooding deep in his bowels. The memory made him hard, and he absentmindedly takes hold of his now rock-hard cock with his right hand, his fingers are not able reach around the thickest part of the shaft, and he gives it a couple gentle strokes.

“Damn, I wonder if I have time to fuck one of the boys? Nah, I’ll save it for the orgy.”, he thought to himself. Now rested and relieved, he walks back to the farm with several large green-flies swarming around his filthy hairy ass-crack.

A few miles away from Pahkis’ farm, on a road coming up from the South; a very ordinary looking naked man, wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat, is leading a donkey which is pulling a four-wheeled covered wagon full of miscellaneous household wares. On the sides of the wagon hang signs written in ancient Greek that say: “Bob’s Quality Household Goods Bought and Sold”. The road ends in a ‘T’, so they stop. Bob retrieves a map from the wagon, and examines it closely. Going left, West, would take him to a village, not far away. Going right, East, would take him thorough a dense woodland, and then through farms and vineyards. He decides they should go East and see if he can barter and trade at wholesale prices for their goods. He returns the map to the wagon, goes back to the donkey, takes the reins in his right hand, and off they go walking side by side. The road enters a wood of tall trees and thick brush, blocking the breeze but the cool shade is very welcome.

Bob is an honest and genuinely friendly merchant, just as he was in his former life. He’s in his early 40s, balding with short dark hair around the sides of his head with a hint of gray mixed in. He has a scruffy beard with a couple weeks growth. His skin is evenly tanned, and he has sparse body hair with a curly patch on his chest and graying curly pubes. He’s average in height for a human male, and is starting to get a paunchy belly from too much wine and feasting.

Below his round belly and curly pubes isn’t anything special: Bob is kind of a ‘grow-er not a show-er’, as the saying goes. On a warm day he has a shriveled 3 inch (8cm) cock which grows to a modest 5 inches (13cm) long, but bulges to a respectably thick 2 inches (5cm) in diameter when aroused. And, below that are his walnut size balls in their tight and hairy scrotal sack. When Bob’s genitals are cold, it’s hard to tell he has genitals at all. Like many chubby older men, his cock and balls sometimes embarrassingly hide away up in his body. The unusual thing about Bob’s genitals is that he’s circumcised. A common custom in the World in which he was born.

“Ouch!”, Bob yelped, stepping on a sharp stone. “Fuck! Stanley, I’ve been here for over 10 years and I’m still not used to walking everywhere barefoot. The Atlanteans have soles as tough as shoe leather. You know, I don’t mind being naked all the time. I was a card carrying member of AANR. But, I do miss shoes and sandals. I tried selling sandals when I first started my business here, but a priest of Zeus told me it was forbidden. Why? He didn’t know. But hey! Maybe I’ll meet Zeus one day and ask him myself!”, he said to his donkey. Bob named his donkey Stanley, after his Father who was a very stubborn man. On the long journeys between villages, Stanley is always a comforting companion to talk to.

The Sun is high in the sky and the day is becoming hot. Bob hears laughter off the road to his right, about 100 feet (30 meters) down a path into the woods. Yes, it’s young men laughing, and the sounds of splashing of water. Bob’s body is streaked with dust and sweat, cool water sounds very inviting. He parked Stanley and unhitched the the wagon in the shade of an apple tree. Stanley loves apples and there is an abundance of them on the ground. He fetched a bucket of feed and a small barrel of water from the back of the wagon and placed them by the trunk of the tree.

He strokes Stanley on the neck, “There ya go, Stanley. You rest and refresh yourself, while I try to do the same.” He walks to the back of the wagon and with his right hand he pulls out a picnic basket containing an assortment of dried meats, dried fruits, a small block of cheese, and hard bread. With his left hand he pulls out a full wineskin. Then, he set off down the cool woodland path toward the delightful sounds of laughter and cool water.

The path was well used and easy to navigate. In no time at all he comes upon a beautiful sight. Flowing gently through the woods is a six feet (2 meters) wide creek with crystal clear water. Where the path ends at the creek it looks like it was intentionally deepened and lined with flat stones to form an inviting bathing area, or it may have been made for some other purpose considering that bathing is not a high priority among the rural folk. There sitting in the water, up to their armpits, are two beautiful young men playfully chatting and splashing.

“Hello, Lads! May I join you?”, Bob asked with a genuinely friendly smile.

The young men could have been identical twins, except one has short straight raven-black hair and the other has short curly blond hair. They both stand up and smile broadly. Bob’s eyes immediately examine and explore their beautiful bodies. They are relatively short; maybe about 5 feet (1.5 meters) tall. Their golden-brown bodies are smooth except for their pubes and armpits, which match the color of the hair on their heads. Their flaccid cocks are thick and about 8 inches (21 cm) long, and beneath their cocks are large low-hanging balls.

“Please do, Sir!” invited the blond Lad, beckoning Bob to come closer.

“Yes! Please do! What are you carrying?” asked the dark-haired one.

“I heard your voices, so I brought some food and wine to share.”, Bob replied putting the basket and wineskin down on a large flat stone by the pool.

Bob steps down into the water and sits down, reclining his back on the cool stone-lined side. The food basket and wineskin are on the ledge behind him. He takes off his straw hat, and places it next to the basket. Bob dunks his head forward under the water and then reclines back again, while rubbing his hands all over his body to wash himself.

“My name is Bob, what are your names?”, he inquired and both boys giggled.

“You have a strange name! My name is Mavros.”, responded the dark-haired lad.

“And, my name is Xanthos.”, the blond lad chimed in.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you both! And, thank you for allowing me to join you in this very welcome pool.”, Bob said with genuine gratitude. “Are you hungry? I brought plenty.” Bob turns around and gets on his knees and takes the food out of the basket which are wrapped in bundles of cloth. He lays their picnic feast out on the edge of the pool, within easy reach.

“Help yourselves, Lads!”, Bob said as he grabs the wineskin and takes a long drink. “AAHH! This region does have excellent wine! I will most definitely buy some to sell on my trek back to Acadia City.”

All three ate and drank their fill; not a crumb was left and the wineskin was flat and empty. The Lads must have been as hungry as Bob, and they concentrated mostly on eating and not on conversation.

“Do you live near here?” Bob asked them both.

“Yes, we live in a cave not far from here.”, Mavros answered.

“We spend most of our time hunting and gathering in this woodland.”, added Xanthos.

“Well, you have a lovely home.”, complimented Bob.

“You’ve been very kind and generous to us, and we’d like to thank you.”, Mavros said to Bob while he winks at Xanthos.

Both Lads stand up in the water revealing their 10 inch (26cm) rock-hard erections, and their cocks are at least 2.5 inches (6cm) in diameter. They beckon for Bob to stand, and they each take hold of an arm to help him up and out of the pool. Adjacent to the pool is a soft mossy area. They gently pull Bob to the ground, his unimpressive 5 inch (13cm) erection pointing up at a steep angle.

“Do you like our cocks?”, Xanthos asked noticing Bob’s eyes darting back and forth at the Lads large members.

“Yes, very much.”, Bob said almost drooling.

“Then get on your hands and knees, and my brother and I can both pleasure you.”, Mavros instructed.

Bob complies willingly but there is a hypnotic undertone when the Lads speak, or maybe it’s just the wine. Bob isn’t sure but he does very much like what is happening.

Xanthos lies down on his back, on the ground in front of Bob, who lowers himself down on his elbows with his vulnerable ass in the air. Bob takes Xanthos’ large cock in his mouth and begins to bob his head slowly up and down. Going down as deep as he can without choking. And, he strokes the lower portion of the lad’s cock with his hand.

Mavros goes around behind Bob. He spreads Bob’s chubby ass-cheeks open and licks his crack from taint to the top. Not finding much flavor there with Bob having just bathed in the pool, and Bob wipes his ass like the city folk of Arcadia City do on the West coast. The public toilets there provide a sponge on a stick and a bucket of saltwater to wash your ass. Sometimes there’s even a fountain used as a bidet. When out in rural areas Bob uses leaves or moss. Mavros performs that long lick up his crack two more times and then sticks his strangely long tongue deep into Bob’s tight asshole.

“OOOHHH!”, Bob moans loudly. His ass quivering with Mavros licking there, and then he feels an impossibly long tongue penetrate his asshole and probe deep into his bowels. Bob had never taken a cock in his ass until he came to Atlantis. In his old life he used to hang out at the gay bars, near the college, to suck young cocks. He convinced himself that he was ‘Bi’. But, after arriving here where homosexuality is the norm, he had to admit that he’s always been gay.

Mavros’ tongue expands in width stretching open Bob’s hole. He darts his tongue in and out several times and then withdraws his face from Bob’s ass. He gets up on his knees and places his thick cock against Bob’s relaxed and ready asshole, and gently pushes in with his hands holding onto Bob’s hips.

“AAAHHH! GGGRRR!”, Bob grunted as Mavros’ thick cock penetrates his formerly tight asshole. He’s never been fucked by a cock this thick, and Mavros cock is at least 2.5 inches (6cm) in diameter! And, it feels so good with his asshole stretched so wide! Mavros slides the full length into Bob with his pubes smashed tight against the Merchant’s hot crack. Slowly Mavros begins to piston in and out, back and forth.

Bob’s asshole quivers and begins to contract and release, over and over again. Waves of anal orgasms run through his body. His own neglected rock-hard cock is streaming precum and puddling on the ground. Bob quickens his pace sucking up and down and stroking on Xanthos’ cock.

“Yes! Yes!”, Xanthos said panting, and his cum floods into Bob’s mouth. Bob swallows fast and takes his cock as deep into his throat as he can. Bob has never before swallowed so much cum! The flow of semen then subsides and Xanthos’ cock begins to soften.

Xanthos quickly turns over on his hands and knees and backs up under Bob. “Fuck me! Please, fuck me!”, Xanthos begs.

Mavros’ huge cock is pounding Bob’s ass and Bob mounts Xanthos. His average in length but impressively thick hard-on slides easily into Xanthos’ asshole. Bob matches Mavros’ rhythm and speed: When Mavros thrusts in, Bob is pulling out. When Mavros is pulling out, Bob is thrusting in. Their pace picks up: faster and faster, harder and harder, faster and faster, harder and harder!

“AAAAHHH!”, Mavros and Bob arch their backs and howl to the sky in stereo. Mavros injects a massive load of semen deep into Bob’s bowels. And, Bob also shoots a respectably large load into Xanthos’ anal canal.

Xanthos crawls forward on his hands and knees and stops. Instinctively and still full of animal lust, Bob dives his face into Xanthos’ ass-crack. Licking up his semen leaking out of the lad’s asshole, then Xanthos pushes down with his bowels, ejecting more of the cum. Bob holds his mouth over Xanthos’ asshole and drinks his own semen as it pours out. He loves the natural salty taste of it, now flavored with the taste of Xanthos’ ass.

At the same time Bob was cleaning Xanthos’ ass. Mavros pulls his now flaccid cock out of Bob. Semen immediately pours from Bob’s loosened asshole. Mavros backs up and dives his face into Bob’s ass-crack, lapping up the semen as it flows out. Bob pushes down a bit with his bowels and ejects the rest. Mavros gladly eats it all up.

All three collapse down on the ground on their backs, breathing heavily, and basking in the glow of sexual satisfaction for several minutes.

Bob sat up first, semen covering his scruffy beard and dripping off his chin. “Thank you! I really needed that.”, he said and crawls back over to the pool and eases himself back into the water. He dunks himself and washs himself all over again with his hands, paying particular attention to his face, crotch and ass.

The Lads stand up side by side and hold hands, “You are very welcome! We enjoyed ourselves, too.” Mavros said, winking at Xanthos.

“Mavros, we better go now. The others will wonder what happened to us.” Xanthos advised a bit seriously.

Bob is still kneeling in the pool when to his astonishment he witnesses the Lads transform into their true forms: Short horns grow from their foreheads at the hairline, and their ears pull up into points. Their calves turn into goat’s legs, and their feet into hooves. Goat’s wool sprouts about mid-thigh down to their hooves, and up their sides to their waists. Goat’s tails emerge from their tailbones. These are not young men, they are Satyrs! Bob is speechless.

“Bye now! Nice Meeting you!”, the young Satyrs said in unison and scamper off through the trees. Leaving Bob all alone.

Bob sits down in the water, still in shock. He had occasionally seen Satyrs in the human cities and towns, but he’d never spoken to one. He had never traveled this far East before. A couple days ago an Innkeeper warned him that if he kept to his planned route, he would soon enter the Eastern Province which is ruled by Lord Pan, the God and King of all Satyrs and Shepherds. The sheep’s and goat’s wool for all of Atlantis is supplied from here, and the Eastern Province is also known for it’s excellent wines and goat cheese. He hoped it would be a good place to trade and barter.

Bob pulls himself up out of the pool and stands there for a moment looking around. The woods are quiet other than the chirping of an occasional bird. No signs of any Satyrs. He puts on his straw hat and picks up the picnic basket and empty wineskin. Walking slowly and quietly back up the path to the road he has the feeling he’s being watched, and he’s sure he hears another traveler passing by on the road. Bob emerges from the trees onto the road, and there is Stanley still standing under the apple tree. But… His covered wagon with his wares is gone! He looks up and down the road and there is no sign of anyone.

“What do I do now, Stanley? Who stole our wagon?”, he said despondently. “With nothing to trade, I don’t know what we’re going to do. Well… Whoever took the wagon had only two directions they could go. Did they go East? Or, did they go West?”

Just as he finishes that thought, to the East a column of purple light shoots a thousand feet (305 meters) into the air, accompanied with the crack and boom of thunder.

“Whoa! I don’t know what that is, but I think that is our answer. Stanley! I bet that’s where we’ll find our thieves.”, Bob concluded confidently. Then, he puts the empty basket and wineskin with the feed bucket and water barrel, beneath the apple tree. He takes hold of Stanley’s reins and walks Eastward toward the column of purple light. Bob didn’t know it yet, but he was about to make some new friends.

Bob and Stanley journey Eastward. After walking about an hour, the road emerges from the woodland and is now crossing through rolling hills of open pastures. Some movement at the top of the hill to his left catches his attention. Coming down the hill on a very well worn trail, are three men: A rather short and portly older man with a very long salt and pepper beard, and two tall handsome young men who look like identical twins. The one young man is pulling a long-handled two-wheeled cart with a handle in each hand. Bob stops where the trail meets the dirt road, waves at them, and waits. The older man, and young man with his hands free, waves back.

As the men approach closer, Bob notices their unusually large genitalia, and how handsome the twin young men are. He thinks to himself, “UH OH! More Satyrs in disguise?”. He decides to be more cautious this time.

“Hello! My name is Bob. I’m a merchant from Arcadia City.” He greets the three with his usual warm smile, and extends his hand to the older man who approaches first.

“Greetings, I am Pahkis and these are my two sons: Castor and Pollux.”, responds Pahkis as he firmly shakes Bob’s hand.

“I’m so glad to meet you all. I’m a stranger to this beautiful Province.”, said Bob while shaking the hands of the Twins.

“I’ve never met a merchant traveling with no merchandise. What do you buy and sell?” Pahkis asked honestly.

“My wagon of merchandise was stolen just a short while ago. I’m hoping the thieves went that way.” Bob answered, pointing East down the road toward that column of purple light.

“Ah yes, if your wagon was stolen in that woodland, it was most likely taken by the Satyrs that live there. They’re mischievous but not dangerous, and love playing games with passing humans. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get it back.” Pahkis assured him.

“What is that column of purple light? What does it mean?” Bob asked feeling more at ease now with these men.

“It is Lord Pan’s beacon. It signifies he’s returned from his long journey, and he’s inviting us to feast and orgy! You’ve arrived in our Province at an auspicious time! Let us journey there together.” Pahkis answered with warmth and excitement.

“Yes! That sounds wonderful. I’ve heard much about Pan from his Priests, at his temple in Arcadia City. I’d love to see him in person! But… I do have a question I must ask, and I hope I’m not being rude… I’ll explain why on our way.” Bob pauses for a moment and looks down at Pahkis’ cock, “Are you Satyrs is disguise?” Bob asked looking a bit embarrassed.

“No!” Pahkis roared with laughter, and the Twins laughed too. “And, that is not a rude question!… According to our family folklore, we have an ancestor who was a Satyr turned into a Human, for the love of a woman. And, we’re blessed with some of a Satyr’s… better attributes!” Pahkis finished, proudly looking down and pointing at his large cock.

“Well, you can clearly see that I have no Satyr ancestors!” Bob laughed, looking down and pointing at his own shriveled up cock, which is mostly pulled up inside right now. Bob’s jovial self-deprecating comment set off belly laughter from them all.

“I love a man who can be honest with himself!” Pahkis said chuckling warmly and patting Bob on the shoulder. Bob smells their strong pungent body odor and finds it strangely alluring, not repulsive as he would have in his former life.

“Hey! Let me introduce you to Stanley! My faithful donkey-friend.” Bob said while patting and stroking Stanley on the neck. Then he continued, “Let’s hitch up your cart. He’s still wearing his harness for hauling. At least the Satyrs didn’t steal that and his reins.”

“Thank you very much, kind sir!”, said Castor who had been tasked with the first turn of cart pulling, since Pollux did all the work packing and loading. He brings the cart around behind Stanley, and Bob expertly hitches it to Stanley’s harness.

“What are you bringing to Pan’s feast?” Bob asked with delight and curiosity, always looking for unique items to buy or trade.

“We’re bringing our finest wines and cheeses. And, dried fruits: apples, apricots, and raisins. Six loaves of hard crusted bread, and two small barrels of fresh water. And… I packed our musical instruments: the Pan-Pipes of course, Lyre, Tambourine, and Lap-Drum!” answered Pollux gleefully, with an effeminate flourish with his hand.

“Excellent! We’re all set! Let’s be on our way!” Bob announced and takes hold of Stanley’s reins with his right hand, and they set off walking Eastward toward Pan’s beacon.

“Why did you ask if we were Satyrs in disguise? What happened? You said you’d explain.” Castor asked knowing there has to be an interesting story behind it.

“Well, just earlier today, Stanley and I were traveling along through the woodland, and I heard laughter and the splashing of water. It’s been a very hot day, so… “, and Bob continued to tell his new friends every wonderfully erotic detail of his encounter with the beautiful young Satyrs. Soon they were all walking with their erections pointing toward their destination.

Twelve miles (20km) with a lot of conversation and laughter, the travelers have arrived at the source of Pan’s beacon. A modest one room cabin, with an adjacent stable, on a low hill overlooking a very large freshwater lake. Bob could barely see the opposite shore. A few guests have already arrived and there are many more following behind them. Bob looks up at the purple column of rotating and pulsing light; it begins in midair about 10 feet (3 meters) directly above the cabin’s roof and shoots up impossibly high.

Next to the stable Bob sees his covered wagon and it’s still looks fully loaded! “My wagon! They did bring it here, thank the Gods I’m still in business!”, Bob exclaimed excitedly.

Pahkis put his hand on Bob’s shoulder, “Yes, Bob! I told you that the Satyrs love to pull harmless pranks. Now that ‘the mystery of the stolen wagon’ is solved, please take the cart up to the front door of the cabin. Hios, Pan’s servant, will help us with the food and wine, and he’ll show us to our place in the feast, where we will spread our blanket.” he instructed Bob in a Fatherly manner. “I’ve known Lord Pan, personally, for many years! When I was young I even traveled with him! I think we will get a good spot near his table.”, Pahkis finished excitedly. Bob did as Pahkis told him and led Stanley up to the cabin’s front door, with the cart and his new friends trailing right behind. Pahkis came forward and and knocked on the door frame.

“Hios! Are you in there?” Pahkis called in the doorway. And, there was no answer, so he looks in and finds the cabin well ordered but no one is there. So, he walks to the right around the side of the cabin and see the guests gathering in an ancient grove of oak trees at the bottom of the sloping land, near the lake. Pahkis sees Hios coming out of the oak grove and trekking back up the hill to the cabin.

“Hios! There you are, my friend!” Pahkis calls and waves to him in the distance, and Hios waves back. Bob walks over to Pahkis and peeks around the corner.

“What!… What!… Who?… Is that.” Bob stuttered in shock at seeing a Pig-Man!

The Pig-Man has the head of a pig and the body of a very muscular man. He is about 6 feet (183cm) tall. His skin is like that of a pig: pink mottled with some scattered dark purplish splotches. His body hair looks stiff and bristly. He has the calves and hoofed feet of a pig, and a pig’s curly tail at the top of his human butt-crack. The Pig-Man has no genitals, but where his cock and balls used to be there is a vertical surgical scar and a modified pee-hole. Pig-Man is a Nullo-Eunuch: he’s been completely castrated.

“That is Hios, the personal valet to our Lord Pan.”, Pahkis informed him.

“Did he piss Pan off? I mean I’ve never seen or heard of a Pig-Man, and he looks like… he’s been castrated!” Bob asked, suddenly wondering if it was a mistake to come here.

“No! No! Lord Pan didn’t hurt Hios. He rescued him!”, Pahkis explained soothingly, trying to put Bob’s mind at ease. He paused a moment, Bob raises a curious eyebrow, and then he continues, “Here’s what Lord Pan told me: “Twenty years ago, Hios was the High Priest of the Temple of Hera, in Arcadia City. As High Priest he was required from birth to remain pure and virginal. But, he lusted after a young and very handsome Shepherd, who was visiting the city. Unable to control his passions he broke his chastity vow, and this enraged his Goddess. She ordered the other priests to publicly castrate him, at the top of the temple steps in full public view, and then she turned him into a Pig-Man. Lastly, Hera enchanted his Pig-Man body to produce a large amount of male hormones, to make him horny all the time. But now, of course, without a cock he’s unable to satisfy his sexual urges by fucking another man. The people of Arcadia City called him a monster and drove him out. Lord Pan found him wandering the Southern Arcadian Wilderness and brought him here, then asked him to be his personal valet and caretaker.”

“Wow! That’s awful! What happened to the young handsome Shepard? With Hera’s volatile temperament, I can’t imagine she let him go free.” Bob asked deeply engaged in the story.

Pahkis continued, “No, she didn’t. Hera secretly cursed him to become a Werewolf on the very next Full Moon. His family had a sheep farm on the Western border of our Province. When the Full Moon occurred, he turned into a Werewolf and killed all of his family, all the sheep, and then went to the nearby village and killed many people there. The next morning, when the Moon set, he became human again and realized what he had done. So, he went to a local wise old Sage who told him to go to the desolate wastelands, near the ancient ruins of the City of the Titans, and stay there until a way could be found to break the curse. And, if he hasn’t been hunted down and killed, that’s where he is now.”

“How terrible! I’m at least pleased that Pan was able to rescue Hios. Can he speak?” Bob asked sympathetically.

“He can’t speak. Two quick Oinks mean YES, and one Oink means NO. And he’s a low-level Telepath, he can send images directly to your mind.”, Pahkis answered.

Hios came up to Pahkis and they greeted each other with hugs and pats on the back. “Hios, this my friend Bob. He’s a merchant visiting our Province… Bob, this is Hios.” Pahkis said making introductions.

“It’s my pleasure to meet you, Hios”, Bob said extending his hand, which Hios accepted and gave a warm handshake of welcome.

“Oink-Oink”, Hios replied, and immediately set about unloading the cart and taking the food and wine into the cabin. Then, Bob unhitches Stanley and Hios leads the donkey into the stable, while Castor parks the empty cart next to Bob’s wagon. The Pig-Man returns quickly and motions for them to follow him. Bob carries their large rolled up blanket, the twins carry their musical instruments, and Bob carries two jugs of excellent wine.

Hios leads them down to a beautiful grove of ancient oak trees by the lake. There lounging on his right side at a low table is Pan. Next to him lounging on his left side, on the adjacent side of the table, is a stunningly beautiful young Satyr. He is completely smooth of body hair on his human areas, with short curly blond hair on his head and ice-blue eyes. The beautiful young Satyrs is feeding Pan from a bunch of grapes.

“Lord Pan! My God and King!” Pahkis declares with a booming voice as he and the twins kneel to the ground and bow low. Bob, not sure of the proper etiquette remains standing for a moment and then copies his companions. He is stunned at seeing Pan for the first time; at how masculine and incredibly handsome he is! He’s made even more attractive by his large ram-like horns, pointed ears, goat-legs, hoofed feet, and a large goat-tail above his hairy human ass-crack. And, Bob couldn’t help but stare at Pan’s massive 14 inch (36cm) cock and huge low-hanging balls flopping down to lay on the ground in front of him.

“Arise! Welcome my old friend Pahkis!… Hios, put Pahkis’ party here next to us, at the highest place of honor! It’s good to see you all. I know Castor and Pollux very well, who is this also with you?”, Pan inquired with a welcoming and warm smile.

“My name is Bob. I’m a traveling merchant from Arcadia City.”, said Bob.

“Bob? That isn’t an Atlantean name. Where are you from?”, Pan inquired already knowing the answer, but testing Bob to tell him the truth.

“I’m from the other Earth. Ten years ago I was on a small commuter plane flying from Savannah, Georgia, to Puerto Rico. Because of a hurricane we had to detour through the Bermuda Triangle. A vortex opened and we came through to this World. The plane’s engine shut down and we crashed into the sea. I was one of only 4 survivors out of 22. A fishing boat rescued us and took us to Arcadia City.”, Bob replied sadly remembering those who died.

“Well, I am very sorry for the loss of your fellow travelers. You are very welcome here! Let me introduce you to Billy, he is also from the other Earth.”, Pan replied.

“Hi! Nice to meet you all!” Billy got up and went over to their group and shook each of their hands. He shook Bob’s last and said to him, “Yes, I’m from the other Earth, too. Pan rescued me, just yesterday, from… some men who were going to hurt me.”

Bob just realized that this beautiful young Satyr, Billy, has no penis, just a little vertical pee-hole above his large low-hanging balls. Bob was tempted to ask why, but thought that would be rude right now. “You’re from the other Earth? But, you’re a Satyr. I didn’t think there were any Satyrs left there. A Priest in Arcadia City told me that all the Olympians returned here a very long time ago, bringing some Humans with them too. Are there other Satyrs still there?”, he asked.

“Pan tells me they all did return here. I have two ancient Olympian ancestors: a Nymph through my Mother, and a Satyr through my Father. Pan brought out the Satyr within me! Here’s what I looked like on Earth.” Billy explained and then morphed into his human form.

Bob noted that even as a Human, Billy has no cock but is still shockingly beautiful. He could clearly see the resemblance to the Olympian Gods, and complimented, “Well! Either way you are incredibly handsome!”

“Thank you, sir. You’re very kind!”, Billy said and morphed back into his Satyr form. “Pan! I’m getting better at this!”, he exclaimed excitedly.

“Yes! You are, my little Billy Goat! Now, come here and lie with me.”, Pan said and motions with his hand that Billy is to lie down in front of him; little spoon on big spoon. Billy complies immediately and Pan wraps his huge arm around him and kisses him on the cheek from behind, then he lightly runs his hand down to Billy’s smooth cockless crotch and fondles his large balls. “Friends! The feast has begun! Spread your blanket next to my table and eat, drink, be merry, and orgy as you please!”, he announced in a booming voice officially opening the festivities!

Hios assists Bob with spreading the blanket next to Pan’s table. Bob suddenly has a vision in his mind of he and Hios carrying trays of food and wine. “Oink-Oink?”, Hios asks with the distinct inflection of a question.

“I just had a vision of you and I carrying trays of food and wine. Are you asking me to help carry our refreshments?”, Bob asked having now received his first ever telepathic message.

“Oink-Oink!”, Hios nods and motions with his hand for Bob to follow him.

“Yes! I’m very happy to help! Thank you for asking!”, Bob said genuinely. He and Hios walk back to the cabin to attend to serving their food. On their way, Bob excitedly tells Hios, in great detail, about his encounter with the young Satyrs earlier today. Bob’s story arouses the Pig-Man. His full prostate aches for relief, and a stream of clear sterile semen runs from the pee-hole of his castrated crotch down his leg.

Meanwhile Pahkis, Castor, and Pollux, sit down on the blanket and take up their musical instruments to entertain Pan and Billy. Pahkis plays a lively tune on the Pan-Pipes, Pollux picks out the harmony on the Lyre, and Castor sets the tempo by slapping the Lap-Drum with his left hand and shaking the Tambourine with his right.

Pan is very pleased with the music as he continues to massage and molest Billy. They are spooning, laying on their right sides, and Billy’s back is lying against Pan’s strong chest. Pan is kissing and nibbling on Billy’s right cheek and ear. Soon, his enormous heavily veined cock erects up between Billy’s legs. Billy reaches down with his left hand to play with and stroke Pan’s massive rock-hard cock: It’s 14 inches (36cm) long and 4 inches (10cm) at it’s thickest. Billy’s balls are now aching for relief and semen begins leaking profusely out of his cockless pee-hole. “I’m so glad my useless little cock is gone. All I need is your cock inside of me.”, Billy groans with waves of pleasure at Pan’s gentle touch.

Pahkis, Castor, and Pollux continue serenading their God. Their blanket had been placed at the perfect spot beside Pan, where they have a close and unobstructed view of Pan and Billy’s foreplay. Their own impressively large cocks harden along with Lord Pan’s.

Pollux is staring at Billy’s cockless crotch as he strums and picks the Lyre. How fantastic it would be not to have a cock and be satisfied only by anal orgasms! But, he would take it a step further and have his balls removed too, and ask to be enchanted like Hios to be horny all the time. The very idea has him on the verge of orgasm and cum streams from the tip of his cock. He prays silently to Pan, “Lord Pan, Do I dare ask you for this? Would you grant my request?” Pan briefly looks up at Pollux, straight in his eyes, as though he heard his prayer and then returns to his fondling of Billy.

Hios and Bob enter the front door of the one room cabin. Bob sees there is a back door straight across, and to the right is a large bed piled deep with sheep and goat skins. To the left is a long table against the wall that extends from the front wall to the back wall. On the table are trays already prepared with assorted fruit, nuts, bread, cheese, and jugs of wine. Bob walks over to the table and surveys the selections.

“They all look wonderful! Which one should I take, Hios?”, Bob asked. At that moment a vision came to him: He see himself in a passionate embrace with the Pig-Man.

Hios comes over and stands to the left of him, and Bob feels the Pig-Man’s strong right hand fondle his ass, and then his middle finger slips between his butt-cheeks and penetrates Bob’s asshole almost to the second knuckle. Bob finds himself inexplicably aroused! His shriveled little cock grows and hardens to it’s 5 inch (13cm) glory. To his benefit, for what he lacks in length is made up in width; his cock is about 2 inches (5cm) in diameter at its thickest. Bob reaches his left hand over and cups Hios’ empty crotch, then runs his forefinger gently over the scar where his genitals used to be. Bob explores Hios’ pee-hole which is leaking clear sterile semen, and he can feel a hardness underneath there. Hios’ cock had been cut off, but the internal portion of the penis remains; He still achieves internal erections. Hios reaches his left hand over to Bob’s crotch and plays gently and teasingly with Bob’s modest yet thick erection.

Bob turns his head toward Hios. “I can’t believe how turned-on I am by you, right now.”, Bob said a bit breathlessly.

“Oink-Oink!”, Hios affirmed. Keeping his right middle finger in Bob’s asshole, Hios gently turns Bob to face him with his left hand, and they embraced passionately and kiss deeply.

Bob can’t believe how aroused he is by the Pig-Man’s embrace, and how his pig-lips can form a passionate kiss just like Human lips. Everything about Hios excites him: Bob can feel his erection pushing against Hios’ castrated crotch. His right hand is stroking down the ridge of bristly hair on Hios’ back, down to his curly pig-tail. And, with his left hand he’s holding the back of Hios’ pig-like head. Bob even loves how it feels as his own bare calves and feet brush against Hios’ pig-legs and hooves. The pungent stench of the Pig-Man’s body odor, a mix of filth, human sweat, and animal musk, is now like an aphrodisiac to Bob. He’s beginning to understand why the rural folk and Satyrs don’t bathe often. Another vision comes to Bob’s mind: He sees Hios bending over, leaning on the table with his pig-legs spread wide, and his ass open and vulnerable. No words need to be exchanged; Bob knows exactly what Hios wants!

They break their passionate embrace and Hios bends over, leaning on the table and spreads his pig-legs wide open. Bob goes behind the Pig-Man and gets down on his knees. With his nose still a foot (31cm) away, he sniffs the nearly overwhelming stench of Hios’ filthy ass. Bob can’t believe how the powerful musky scent is making his balls ache for relief, and his hard cock is leaking a steady stream of precum. Bob slides his right hand up between Hios’ legs and gently massages the castration scar. And, with his middle finger he rubs the pee-hole and the hard buried remains of the severed penis. With his left hand he plays a bit with Hios’ curly pig-tail, that’s grown from where a human has a tail-bone. Bob can’t believe he’s about to eat the filthy ass of the Pig-Man, but he wants it so very badly!

“OOOHHH! AAAHHH!”, Hios moans in delight and anticipation. He’s leaking a steady stream of sterile semen from his pee-hole. Bob wonders, what it was like for Hios when they cut his cock and balls off in front of a crowd of people. Then, to be turned into a Pig-Man and driven out into the wilderness. Horny all the time, but no one to give him relief. Bob cared, and what they did to Hios angered him.

Bob dives his face into the Pig-Man’s stinking ass-crack and licks firmly and rapidly like a dog, letting his animal passions take control. Savoring the formerly forbidden flavors of the Pig-Man’s filthy ass; a dark musky mix of sweat and shit. Then, he uses his teeth to scrape the dried shit from around his asshole and swallows the bits. At that moment Bob has a realization of how much he’s changed in the last 10 years; he had never done anything like this back on his Earth! Back then, he was fastidious about himself and his lovers; being freshly showered was a requirement before any sexual contact. “Those days are now gone forever!”, he thinks to himself as he continues using his tongue and teeth to thoroughly clean the Pig-Man’s ass-crack.

“This is so fucking good!”, Bob moans afraid that he is approaching a spontaneous ejaculation. He sticks his tongue in Hios’ asshole, trying to push his saliva in as far as possible. Then, he stands up taking hold of Hios’ hips and places his cum-slick cock on the Pig-Man’s wet asshole. Another vision comes to his mind from Hios: He sees animals fucking hard and fast. That’s how the Pig-Man wants it. Without hesitation Bob shoves his thick cock straight in as hard as he can, clear to the base, slamming his pubes tightly against Hios’ ass.

“Squeeeeaaal!”, Hios’ looks up and squeals loudly and Bob pauses for a brief moment. Then, he begins fucking fast and hard like an animal in rut. Pulling back until only his cock-head is in and then ramming back in as hard as he can; making loud slapping sounds. Hios’ ass is turning bright red as though he were being spanked with a paddle.

Fast and hard, fast and hard, fast and hard… Slap, slap, slap…! Again, again, and again…! Bob slams in hard one last time and reaches around with his right hand to massage Hios’ empty cum-leaking crotch.

“AAAAHHHH! OOOOHHHH! AAAAHHHH!”, Bob moans loudly as his prostate contracts and floods Hios’ anal canal with his hot semen. His body tensing up and shaking with an intense orgasm unlike any he has ever experienced! Then, he has a strange and wonderful feeling; as the power and intensity of his orgasm transfers through his cock into the Pig-Man ass to his battered prostate. Bob collapses over Hios and hugs him tightly from behind with his left arm, still firmly massaging Hios crotch with his right hand. Bob feels Hios’ asshole contract tightly around his now semi-hard penis.

“Squeeeaaal! Squeeeaaal!”, the Pig-Man vocalized louder than before, as a fountain of sterile semen shoots from his pee-hole, through Bob’s fingers, far under the table. Hios quivers all over with a full-body orgasm, as he shoots a second and third lesser loads on the floor.

They are both panting heavily, and streams sweat are running down their bodies. The pungent smell of body odor and sexual musk hangs heavily in the air. Hios remains leaning on the table and Bob is still lying over his back, with his cock still inserted in Hios’ ass but quickly softening and shrinking. Quickly shrinking enough to pull itself out of the Pig-Man’s gaped asshole, and Bob’s semen flows out and down the back of Hios’ legs. Bob hugs Hios tightly from behind again, with both arms, and kisses his back. He feels a strong emotional bond developing for Hios, that he’s never felt for anyone else before.

Hios stands up and turns around. He floods Bob’s mind with beautiful and happy images, filled with love and joy, to convey his emotions at this moment. And, tears of joy flood Bob’s eyes. The Merchant and the Pig-Man embrace tightly and again kiss long and hard the lips.

“Excuse us.”, said a voice from the doorway. “We don’t mean to interrupt, but we are in need of more wine.”

Bob and Hios turn toward the doorway and stand side by side, each still with an arm around the other’s waist, not yet ready to let go. There in the doorway are standing two very familiar faces to Bob!

“Mavros and Xanthos! Good to see you here! Did you two take my wagon and bring it here?”, Bob asked genuinely happy to see the two young Satyrs.

“We’re glad to see you again, too!” Xanthos said happily.

“No, our brothers took your wagon as a prank. We told them how nice you were to us, and that they should give it back.”, Mavros explained.

“Yes, and when we saw Lord Pan’s beacon, we knew you would come here.”, added Xanthos.

“Well, there was no harm done. In fact, that made my donkey, Stanley, available to pull the Shepherds’ cart. So, your brothers bringing my wagon here was a good thing! Thank you! Well done, Lads.”, replied Bob as always a person to look on the bright side of things. “Now, let’s all help Hios deliver these trays of Food and Wine.”

“We’re glad to help!”, said Mavros enthusiastically.

Hios, Bob, Mavros, and Xanthos, immediately took up the prepared serving trays and delivered them to the waiting guests. They worked diligently until all the guests were served.

Bob is ready to participate in the festivities! But first, he feels a rumbling in his bowels and a large turd pressing down on the inside of his anal sphincter. “Time for a quick detour into the woods.” Bob says to Hios as the feeling of urgency increases. Bob sees a path that goes straight into the woods from the back door of the cabin. About 100 ft (30 meters) down the path he finds the latrine: a 6 foot (2 meter) horizontal log affixed atop two vertical knee-high posts, one at each end, and behind it is a trench. Bob sits down on the log with his ass hanging over the back. He reaches back with both hands and spreads his ass-cheeks wide open. He pushes down with his bowels. “AAHH! Sweet relief!”, he says to himself as a long, thick, solid turd emerges and slides out of his asshole, dropping into the trench. Once more, he pushes down and a second large turd emerges, slides out, and drops. He glances around for a moment, while still seated, looking for some moss, grass, or leaves to wipe with. There’s nothing nearby… So, he quickly decides not to wipe. “Time to break with the old habits of my old life.”, he thinks to himself.

“Fuck it! When in Rome as the saying goes! I’ll do as the Satyrs and Shepherds do. Or, not do in this case.”, he said and chuckled to himself as he stands up and starts back the path to the cabin. His thoughts again go to how he has changed in his years living in Atlantis. This is the first time he has taken a dump and not tried to wipe or wash himself, and it felt right, good, earthy and natural. Just like eating the filthy ass of a Pig-Man who he’s falling in love with.

Bob walks in the back door of the cabin, grabs two jugs of wine, and kisses Hios on the cheek. “I’ll leave you for now, to attend to your duties. ‘Till later tonight!” Bob said, feeling this indescribable connection with Hios.

“Oink!-Oink!” Hios responded, and sent Bob a telepathic image of them lying together in a deep soft pile of straw in the stable. Bob knew where he was going to be sleeping tonight!

The Feasting and Orgy are in full swing; everyone is eating, drinking, and fucking! He heads back to the the blanket where Pahkis and the Twins are next to Pan and Billy. As he approaches he sees Pan is sitting on the ground with his back against the low table. Billy is sitting on Pan’s enormous cock, facing him. Pan has his large hands under Billy’s armpits and is raising him up and down like a Satyr fuck-toy. Billy is holding on to Pan’s ram-like horns for stability, his Satyr’s goat-tail wiggling wildly. He’s leaking profuse amounts of cum from his cockless pee-hole, running down over his large low hanging balls onto Pan’s impossibly thick shaft. Bob is getting horny again watching the short athletic young satyr take that 14 inch (36cm) long, 4 inch (10cm) wide monster-cock in his asshole. Billy is quivering and moaning, experiencing waves of anal orgasms. Bob’s cock was satisfied by Hios but his ass now wants some attention, too.

Bob set the jugs of wine down on the blanket. Castor is lying flat on his back and his Father, Pahkis, is on his knees sitting on his face. Pollux is standing in front of Pahkis, straddling his brother, while his Father sucks his cock. Pahkis is grunting and Bob suddenly realizes that he is using Castor as a toilet! He’s pushing out a long thick turd, and Castor is eating it right down. Bob’s cock is rock-hard again and he’s deciding how to join in the action. He decides to lie on his side over Castor’s chest, leaning across him with his hand on the other side. Bob takes the end Pahkis’ huge 12 inch (31cm) semi-hard cock into his mouth. To Bob’s surprise, warm piss floods his mouth, and he swallows as fast as he can. Pahkis continues pissing for at least 3 minutes, and Bob is sure he’s drank a quart (a liter) of it. When Pahkis stops urinating his cock becomes rock-hard. Bob pulls the foreskin back to work on the exposed head with his mouth, which begins leaking a steady stream of cum. Pahkis, now done taking a dump into his son’s mouth and using Bob as a urinal, stands up and takes Bob gently by the arm.

“Come over this way, and get on your hands and knees.” Pahkis instructed smiling, his large cock pointing upward and swaying back and forth. He pauses noticing how Bob is staring at his cock. “I’ve never fucked a man from your Earth. I’ve been told that the men from your world have tight assholes. I better spit-lube you and loosen you up with my tongue a bit.”, he finished with a grin. 

Bob complies and crawls over on his hands and knees facing Pan and Billy from the side. Pan continues to raise and lower Billy on his enormous cock. Pahkis gets down on his own hands and knees behind Bob, and shoves his face into the Merchant’s freshly shitty ass-crack. He licks hungrily up and down, thoroughly cleaning everywhere between his ass-cheeks, then he concentrates on lubricating Bob’s asshole. Pahkis brings up as much spit into his mouth as he can muster and pushes it into Bob’s soon to be loosened fuck-hole.

Bob moans and quivers with intense pleasure at the feeling of the old man’s bearded face licking and tonguing his dirty asshole. Bob’s glad he didn’t wipe after taking a dump just a short while ago. “Damn! It’s so much better to be licked clean.”, he said loudly and unintentionally.

Pahkis pauses licking for a moment and says, “I’m glad you’re growing used to our rural customs! As we find the city custom of ass washing very strange.”

Bob sees Billy arch his back as cum shoots out of Billy’s pee-hole in multiple orgasms, spraying all over Pan’s chest and stomach. Pan lowers Billy one more time and hugs him tightly as he injects another half-gallon of his semen deep in Billy’s bowels.

“There, more of my semen to nourish and strengthen you.”, Pan said loud enough for Bob to hear.

Billy looks to his right and see Bob getting his ass eaten by Pahkis. “Pan, there’s something I’ve wanted to do to you since we met yesterday.”, Billy said a bit sheepishly.

“What is it, my lovely Billy Goat? Just name it, you know I won’t deny you any pleasure.” Pan inquired eagerly while kissing and nibbling Billy’s face, ears, and neck.

“May I eat your ass… You know, lick your ass-crack clean, and stick my tongue in your asshole?”, Billy asked hopefully.

“Of course you may! That’s the natural way all Satyrs, and many humans, clean each other in Atlantis.” Pan said thrillingly granting him permission. “And, because I’m half Human, I have to poop just like you do.” Pan lifts Billy one more time and pulls his now flaccid cock out of Billy’s ass, which flops heavily down on the ground between his legs. Then, he sits Billy down beside himself with his back to the table. No semen leaked out of Billy’s ass. Just like the first time, Billy absorbed it gaining strength and nutrition from Pan’s cum.

“If you need to poop now, that’s Okay too. I mean just like Castor did for Pahkis  just a while ago.”, Billy suggests smiling impishly having glanced over earlier at what they were doing on the neighboring blanket.

In response, Pan lifts his left ass-cheek slightly and blows out a loud wet fart. Then Billy giggles and imitates Pan by leaning to the right and farting as hard and loud as he can. Most definitely, more than just gas escaped his still loose asshole.

“Billy Goat! You are truly and fully a Satyr!”, Pan bellowed happily in his sing-song operatic voice, then he raises his hands over his head and claps twice very loudly. Hios comes right over, having been waiting attentively nearby. “Hios, make room for me to lie over this table.”, he instructs and Hios immediately complies by moving some trays aside, others to the ground, and removing the empty ones. “Thank you, Hios. My faithful friend.”, Pan said warmly to his servant. “Now, bring us a Graso bucket and set it right here beside us.”, he further instructed.

Pan then turns around from his sitting position, and lies over the low table from the waist up with his knees on the ground. His goat-legs and hoofed feet are spread wide, and his large goat-tail is standing straight up, just above his hairy human ass . He rests his ram-horned head on his muscular folded arms. “I’m ready, Billy! Do as you will with my ass.”, Pan assented as Hios placed a bucket with a wooden lid right beside them.

Bob is still on his hands and knees less than 5 feet (153 cm) from Pan and Billy, enjoying the ‘front row seat’ action. The moment Pan lies over the table, Bob feels the head of Pahkis’ huge cock starting to press into his asshole. More pressure and more pressure!… The head slides in and Pahkis keeps pushing slow and steady. His rock-hard cock is 12 (31cm) inches long and 3 inches (8cm) at the widest. Bob’s not sure if his ass can take a cock this huge, but he’s going to try! He’s glad he had Mavros’ cock in his ass earlier today to help loosen him up.

“AAAHHH! Damn! This feels so good!” Bob grunted to no one in particular, feeling his asshole stretching wider and wider until the Shepherd’s cock is completely in. Pahkis’ pubic hair pushes tightly against Bob’s ass-crack, and then he lies heavily over Bob’s back embracing him with both arms. Pahkis plays with Bob’s nipples and rubs his chest with his left hand, and reaches down to play with Bob’s erect cock and tight balls with his right. Bob can feel the chubby old man’s beard on his back, and he can smell the natural stink of his body. Pahkis begins fucking him by just flexing his hips, in and out, slowly. Letting Bob get used to his huge cock.

“It’s true! Men from your world have tighter assholes than Atlanteans! You were fucked by Mavros earlier today, but you still feel like a virgin to me!” Pahkis said to the back of Bob’s head with a chuckle. “But, by the end of this orgy we’ll have your asshole as loose as an old Shepherd’s!”, said Bob while laughing hardily.

Bob grins at Pahkis’ remark and looks back over his shoulder. He sees Mavros and Xanthos joining Castor and Pollux for some fun. He thinks to himself, “Hum… After Pahkis is done with me, maybe I’ll join them.” He also sees Hios placing tiki-torches around the oak grove, as it is getting late in the day. Pahkis is fucking Bob slowly to make it last as long as possible. Bob turns his attention back to Pan and Billy.

Billy moves his face to within an inch (2.5cm) of Pan’s extremely hairy ass-crack. The stench of shit, sweat, and animal musk is intoxicating, almost overwhelming! He puts his hands on Pan’s ass-cheeks and spreads them as wide as he can. Then, he places his long Satyr’s tongue on Pan’s taint, just at the top his enormous low-hanging balls. He licks hard and slow right up the center of the crack over his crusty asshole and straight up to the base of Pan’s goat-tail.

Billy pulls his face back for a moment, overwhelmed by the amazing taste of Pan’s ass. It’s better than he had imagined! The array of flavors were dark and bitter, sweet and tangy, and salty and spicy, all at the same time! No words can accurately describe it. Billy licks up his ass-crack again, just like the first time, and quivers with ecstasy. He feels a drop of semen run out of his own pee-hole and down over his balls. There’s bits of dried shit tangled in Pan’s ass-hair. Billy begins nibbling and pulling each one out with his teeth, and swallowing it. He works systematically up and down the left side, then up and down the right side. He tries to spread Pan’s ass-cheeks even wider so as to have full access to Pan’s asshole. He uses his teeth to gently scrape the ring of dried crusty shit that surrounds Pan’s anus, swallowing all the pieces.

“Take your time, my Billy Goat! I was on the other Earth for six months and had no one to properly clean my ass!” Pan urged.

Billy pulled his face back for a moment. “You’ll never have to worry about that again! I’ll take care of cleaning your ass every day!” he said with lusty enthusiasm.

He resumed alternating his licking, nibbling, and scraping. Soon, there is no more flavor. Pan’s ass is as clean as a Satyr’s ass can be, but Billy wants more!

Billy plunges his long Satyr’s tongue into Pan’s asshole. Yes! Not far in he hits a turd and it feels nice and solid. Pan already knows what Billy wants and starts to slowly push down with his bowel muscles. Billy feels the turd moving downward and keeps his tongue on it. Soon, it’s at his God’s anus and Billy withdrawals his tongue and opens his mouth wide over Pan’s slowly opening asshole.

Bob’s balls are aching and cum is steadily dripping from tip of his hard cock. Pahkis is fucking him intentionally slowly, taking his time to permanently stretch his asshole. Bob is watching Billy eat Pan’s ass as the Demigod moans and groans with the pleasure of what his young lover is doing to him. Bob is planning in his mind what he may do with Hios later tonight.

A thick turd emerges from Pan’s asshole, opening his anus wider and wider and wider! Fortunately, Billy’s Satyr’s lips and jaw can open much wider than a Human’s. A 4 inch (10cm) thick turd is sliding straight out of Pan’s asshole into Billy’s mouth. He instinctively relaxes his throat muscles. Instead of biting and chewing the poop, he’s going to let it push down his throat and swallow it whole. The massive shit-log is rubbing over his tongue and Billy can taste everything Pan has eaten in the past few days. He can feel it progressing down his throat, down to his stomach. Billy is hoping his stomach can hold all that Pan can feed him, and just when he thinks he can’t swallow anymore, the turd tapers off and Pan’s asshole farts and closes. He swallows hard passing the last of the turd down his throat. Billy immediately and instinctively, licks Pan’s asshole clean of any remains.

Pahkis is also watching Pan and Billy, and as Billy is swallowing Pan’s massive shit-log, Pahkis fucks Bob increasingly faster. He raises himself up off of Bob’s back and takes firm hold of his hips. He pulls his cock almost out and slams it back in to the base, over and over, faster and faster.

“AAAAHHHH! Do it! Cum in me! Ruin my asshole! Stretch me wide open!”, Bob bellows lost in the passion of the moment as Pahkis repeatedly slams his huge cock into his asshole.

“OOOOHHHH! Take it!”, Pahkis crows while slamming his huge and thick cock in one last time shooting a pint (half liter) of cum deep into Bob’s bowels. There’s no doubt about him having an ancient Satyr ancestor! And, Pahkis is very proud of that!

Pahkis pulls his cock out of Bob’s asshole quickly. He immediately backs up and spreads Bob’s cheeks wide with his hands, and watches his semen pour out onto the blanket. Bob’s asshole is gaping, stretched wide open just like he asked for! He can feel the air blowing up inside his bowels, and pushes down a bit to open his ruined asshole wider. But, Bob wants more. In his raw passion he prays to whatever God will hear him that Hios would have a cock, a huge cock like Pahkis’, so the Pig-Man can fuck his ass everyday!

“Hoo-Hoo! You’re asshole is loosened up now! Don’t be surprised if turds just unexpectedly drop out of your ass for the next couple days.” Pahkis playfully slaps Bob’s ass and stands up. “Time for some wine, and then see who else wants to fuck or be fucked, suck or be sucked, lick or be licked!” Pahkis howls in satisfaction, picks up a jug of wine, and wanders off toward a crowd of revelers. Bob watches Pahkis go, and as he’s walking away a large turd falls out of the old Shepherd’s ass and plops to the ground. Bob wonders if that will eventually happen to him too, but he doesn’t care.

Pan hears Bob’s prayer call out with intensity and passion. He suddenly realizes that Bob has very powerful psychic energy deep within him; Olympian psychic energy. Powers that should be nurtured and developed. It’s highly likely that he’s a mortal descendant of one of the Olympian Gods!  Could it be that the Fates have sent Bob his way, just like Billy?

Pan remains lying belly-down on the table with his legs spread, and his ass wide open and vulnerable. “Billy, come up here and lie on the table, on your back, with your legs spread in front of me.”, Pan commands his beautiful protege and lover. And, of course Billy immediately obeys. Pan takes hold of Billy’s hips and lowers his head down and licks the cum dribbling from Billy’s pee-hole.

Pan raises his head, looks over to his right and sees Bob still on his hands and knees as Pahkis is walking away. Castor, Pollux, Mavros, and Xanthos have also left to join the Mass Orgy gathering in the center of the oak grove; over a hundred bodies writhing together in sexual ecstasy.

“Bob, my friend! Come join me at my table! Lie here beside me, just as I am.”, Pan invites him smiling, and pats on the table-top to his right.

“Really!?… Me?”, Bob stutters at the invitation. Unsure of what he is being invited to do, or participate in. But, he thinks it would be very rude to refuse his host. Especially, since Pan is the God and King of Satyrs and Shepherds! A Demigod, which is a lower level god, but still a God to his worshipers. And, that would be higher than the President of the United States or the Monarch of the United Kingdom.

“Yes! The others have gone off to a Mass Orgy in my honor. You and I have much in common that you don’t yet fully realize! And, we are both passionate and lustful beings. Let us indulge in our base animal desires, and then we may go join them.”, Pan replied in his most regal voice.

“I’m very honored… Your Lordship?… Kingship?… Godship?… Please, forgive my ignorance. How should I address you?”, Bob stumbled with his words, again not wanting to be rude.

“Call me, Pan! That is, after all, my name!”, Pan said laughing.

“Alright… Thank you… Pan. This is a great honor!”, Bob said meekly as he crawls over to the large low table. He climbs up, and lies belly-down on the table-top to the right of Pan. He positions himself the same as Pan: with his knees on the ground and his legs spread wide. His left calf is lying against Pan’s right goat-leg. Bob props his chin up on his right arm and watches Pan gently lick the dribbling cum from Billy’s pee-hole. He can smell the wonderful natural animal stink of Pan’s body; scents he used to find disgusting in his former life, he now finds intensely arousing.

Pan looks over at Bob and says, “I heard you pray that you wished Hios could fuck you.”

“You did!? Well yes, I wish he could.”, Bob answered honestly. Amazed that the God could actually hear his prayers! In Arcadia City, Bob is required to pay tribute to Hermes, who is the God of Merchants. He’d recite the prayers at the temple but never believed that Hermes could actually hear them. He told the very kind High Priest his doubts, and the priest told Bob that all humans have some level of psychic ability, some more than others. But, when we are truly in need, or under a great deal of stress, that psychic ability becomes stronger and the God will hear the prayer.

“Well, he can in a way right now… A way I think you’ll like. A way I most definitely like! So, let us indulge together.”, said Pan with a big impish grin. “Hios! We’re ready!”, he called and sent telepathic instructions.

The castrated Pig-Man, Hios, came to the table immediately. He picks up the Graso bucket he had left earlier at Pan’s request, and kneels down behind and between them; he straddles Pan’s right leg and Bob’s left leg. Hios indulges himself in a feel; he momentarily places his left hand on Pan’s ass and his right hand on Bob’s ass, and gives both a gentle squeeze.

“Oink!-Oink!”, Hios says in approval of the situation.

Hios takes the lid off the bucket and scoops up some of the thick oily liquid in his left hand, and smears it down Pan’s ass-crack. Then, he scoops up some with his right hand, and smears it down Bob’s ass-crack.

Bob now realizes what’s going to happen, and he’s trilled and terrified! Hios is going to “fist” them both at the same time! Bob has never been fisted before. In fact he had never had a cock in his ass until he arrived in Atlantis, just small dildos, butt-plugs, and vibrators. He lost his anal virginity the day after he arrived in Arcadia City, but until today he only ever had sex with human men. The Pig-Man has very large hands and very thick muscular forearms. Thicker than Pan’s erect monster-cock! Bob worries how he’ll be able to take it in his inexperienced ass, but he wants it very, very, badly. His ass aches for it!

“Relax, my friend, and enjoy. You will be fine. The lubricant is called Graso; it’s the oily sap of the Atlantean Graso plant. It has unique qualities to relax muscles and enhance sexual pleasure.”, said Pan as he put his right hand gently on Bob’s arm. Pan’s voice carries a hypnotic quality that puts Bob at ease. “Open your mind to me, so I can share in your pleasure. I will feel everything you feel, and you will feel everything I feel.”, Pan’s voice droned as he stared deep into Bob’s eyes.

“Wow, I can feel you in my mind! Yes, I can feel how aroused you are! I can taste Billy’s cum in my mouth, and feel the hardness of your cock.”, Bob revels in the new sensations of his awakening psychic abilities.

The Pig-Man dips his left hand in the bucket, then he dips his right hand in the bucket. He raises both of his arms upward, and lets the thick oily liquid run down his large muscular forearms. He brings his arms down and points his fingers together with his thumbs pulled in to his palms, touching the tips of his fingers to each of their waiting assholes. He moves his arms forward, slowly, pushing all his fingers in up to the knuckles on each hand. Hios feels Bob wince, so he pauses and sends him pleasant and relaxing images to sooth his mind. Hios continues the pressure forward on them both. Slowly, harder and harder, more and more, until their assholes suddenly slip over the knuckles and his hands slide easily into their anal canals up to his wrists.

“OOOOOOHHHHHH!” Bob moans. “Fuck! I can feel your hand inside me, and inside Pan! Deeper! Deeper! Stretch our assholes wide open!”, he pleads. Not sure if those are his desires, or Pan’s. 

Pan is softly moaning, playing with Billy’s balls, and licking the steady stream of cum flowing from the young Satyr’s pee-hole. Bob’s Human passion and lust is filling the Demigod’s mind. Feeding his own insatiable desires. And, Bob drools and licks his lips loudly, tasting Billy’s cum in his own mouth.

Hios makes a fist with each hand inside their bowels and pushes in harder, forcing his large muscular forearms to stretch open their assholes more the further he advances. He stops when about half his forearm is inserted; their assholes are stretched about 4 inches (10cm) wide. Hios pulls back on his left arm until Pan’s asshole is around his wrist. Then Hios begins slowly pistoning his arms in and out like an engine: as he pushes his left arm into Pan, he pulls his right arm out of Bob. Stopping at the wrists but going a little deeper up his forearms on each forward thrust. Hios is extremely sexually aroused; here he is fisting his Master and his new Lover at the same time. He deeply loves both of them and wants to spend the rest of his life serving and satisfying them. The psychic link between Pan and Bob is so intense that Hios is experiencing their sexual pleasure too! He opens his mind and Pan brings him fully into the sexual link. The internal remains of his severed penis hardens inside him, and clear sterile semen streams out of his pee-hole pouring over Pan’s and Bob’s lower legs.

Bob feels Hios pull his arm back to where his asshole is around the Pig-Man’s wrist. Then, Hios pushes in again, this time a bit deeper and Bob’s asshole is stretched a little wider. He feels the first quiver of an anal orgasm beginning. In and out, back and forth, going a little faster, a little deeper each time. Waves of pleasure flood Bob’s body, radiating up from his stretched asshole! Bob’s hard cock is leaking a steady thick stream of cum, puddling between his legs. Soon, Hios is plunging his 6 inch (15cm) wide forearms into their asses up to his elbows, having to lean to each side on each inward stroke. Bob achieves a state of pure sexual ecstasy, shaking uncontrollably with indescribable pleasure! Nothing else matters or exists for him except this orgasmic nirvana. But, this can’t last forever and his hairy walnut size balls pull up so tight that they disappear up inside him. His prostate contracts more powerfully than he has ever felt before. Without his cock being touched, he shoots his semen far underneath the low table, not just once but in multiple squirts every time Hios plunges his fist into his ass. Hios spontaneously and powerfully ejaculates a fountain of sterile semen on the back of their legs, concurrently with Bob, their multiple orgasms shooting in concert together. 

Pan sensed that Bob and Hios were about to orgasm, so at the same moment he sticks his finger up Billy’s asshole and presses on his prostate. Billy quivers and arches his back. Pan opens his mouth over Billy’s pee-hole and is rewarded with a large thick load of cum shooting down his throat. Then he licks Billy’s pee-hole and pubic area thoroughly clean, not wasting a drop of the young Satyr’s cum. Pan’s cock is rock hard and steadily leaking semen too, but his load will be saved for an old friend at the Mass Orgy, already underway down in the center of the oak grove.

Hios slows the pistoning of his arms, making sure Bob has shot all of his load. Then, he stops with his fists still in their anal canals and their assholes gripping around his wrists. He pauses a moment, then with his hands still clenched into fists, he pulls them out fast and hard.

“OOOOHHHH” Bob moans softly as one more little squirt of cum shot out of his softening cock when Hios pulled his fist out. He’s now exhausted and completely sexually spent, and doesn’t have the strength to move. With his lust satisfied, his cock shrivels and pulls up almost completely inside of him.

Hios examines his handiwork: Both their assholes are gaping wide open. He looks forward to when Bob and Pan will reward him by fisting, or double-fisting, him in the future.

Pan stands up and takes Billy by the hand helping him stand up on the table, then Billy nimbly leaps to the ground and smiles broadly. He’s very proud of how accustomed he’s become to his new goat legs. After all, he hasn’t been a Satyr for even one full day yet. Pan looks down at Bob, who is still lying face down on the table. Hios is still kneeling and Pan offers him his hand to help him stand up, which Hios accepts gratefully. The Pig-Man is reeling from the exertion of fisting and the sexual psychic energy flowing from and through the three of them.

“Hios, it looks like our new friend needs to rest. Make him a comfortable place to lie down and provide him with food, wine, and lots of water. Attend to him as your Lord. I won’t require your attention until the morning. Good night, my old friend.”, Pan instructs and hugs Hios. “Billy come! Let us join the Mass Orgy!”, Pan takes Billy by the hand and they walk toward the large ring of tiki torches where a hundred of his worshipers writhe in sexual decadency.

Hios goes over to Bob and gently pulls him up to his feet. Bob is weak and groggy from the physical exertion, but even more so from the sexual psychic link he shared with Pan. Hios has to keep an arm around him to help him stand, and sends him a mental image of a large soft pile of fresh straw in the the stable. Bob looks in Hios eyes, nods, and Hios helps him to walk up toward the cabin, where the stable is adjacent on the other side.

Pan and Billy walk to the center of the Mass Orgy of worshipers, who are fucking and feasting furiously. They find Pahkis, Castor, and Pollux. Castor is lying on the ground, and Pahkis squats down on his son’s cock. Pollux comes from behind his Father, straddles his brother, and shoves his cock up in his Father’s ass along side his brother’s cock. Pahkis goes down on his knees and remains still while his sons fuck his ass fast and furiously at the same time. Each of his son’s cocks are 12 inches (31cm) long and 3 inches (8cm) thick! Pahkis grunts and groans loudly, inflamed with lust for his sons and his desire to have his asshole permanently and completely loosened. To lose all urinary and bowel control is a high honor in worship to Pan: to urinate and defecate anywhere and anytime like “a beast of the field” as it is written in Pan’s sacred scrolls.

Mavros and Xanthos come up to Billy, “Let’s go play, Billy!”, says Xanthos excitedly.

“Yes! Let’s go play!”, echos Mavros.

“OKAY! Guys, let’s have some fun!”, Billy says very excitedly and scampers off into the crowd with his new friends. Pan smiles and nods his approval at Billy. He doesn’t have to worry about his safety with Mavros, Xanthos, and they’re family clan. They’ll protect him.

The Twins, Castor and Pollux, howls skyward as they shoot their semen deep in their Father’s bowel. Pan walks over to Pahkis from behind, puts his hands under the old Shepherd’s armpits, and pulls him up off his sons cocks and high into the air. He holds him there for a moment while his sons semen pours out of his old loose asshole down to the ground. Castor and Pollux get up and back away in fear and reverence. Pan puts Pahkis gently down on his feet and then firmly takes hold of the old Shepherd’s hips. Pahkis obediently bends over, spreads his legs, and leans with his hands on his knees, hopeful of what may happen tonight. Will Pan answer his prayers and bless him? He’s prayed for this for so long!

“It is now time for your God to grant your deepest desire! Your Lord has heard your prayers! You will become more like the beasts of the field! I will completely loosen your asshole and you will have no more control of your bowels. Your turds will drop freely from your ass. I will loosen the valves of your bladder, and your urine will flow freely from your cock of its own accord. From now on you will not dwell at night in any house, but find your place in barns and stables. I bless you, and from this day forward you will be known as Sir Pahkis, High Master Shepherd of the Eastern Province, Kin of the Satyrs, Sage of Atlantis, and Defender of the Faith of Pan!” The Horned Demigod intoned the sacred liturgy, and Pahkis’ new titles, with his booming voice echoing for miles around. Everyone in the orgy stopped, and turned their full attention toward Pan and Pahkis. What was happening was a high royal honor.

Pan squats down and places his enormous cock between Pahkis’ ass-cheeks, pressing directly on his asshole. He pushes inward and holds Pahkis firmly in place by his hips. Pan’s cock slides easily up into the old Shepherd’s loose asshole. Pan looks upward to the sky, closes his eyes, and mutters an arcane incantation. Suddenly, Pan’s cock begins to grow in girth becoming wider and wider until it more than doubles in width.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!” Pahkis grits his teeth and winces in discomfort at having his asshole suddenly stretched to over 8 inches (20cm) wide. His anal sphincter is now on the verge of ripping apart, and then he feels a strange warmth from Pan’s gargantuan erection. Pan begins fucking him by flexing his hips, slowly sliding his now incredibly huge cock in and out. Then, faster and faster, harder and harder. Pan slams his cock in over and over, and Pahkis winces like a young virgin. The ring of his asshole becomes uncomfortably hot, and Pan slams his cock in hard one last time and stops. Both Pan and Pahkis moan deeply as over a half gallon (2 liters) of hot semen blasts deep up in Pahkis’ large intestine.  Pan reaches around him with both arms and places his hands over Pahkis’ pubic area, over his bladder. Deep inside Pahkis can again feel that uncomfortable heat. The valves of his bladder permanently open and his urine pours out uncontrollably forming a puddle between his legs.

Pan puts his hands once again under Pahkis’ armpits and lifts him suddenly high in the air, pulling his unbelievably enormous cock out of Pahkis’ permanently gaped fuck-hole. Pan’s cock flops downs slapping his legs and rapidly shrinks down to its normal size. Pan’s semen pours out of the old man ass, and he continues to hold him up in the air.

“All hail, Sir Pahkis, High Master Shepherd of the Eastern Province, Kin of the Satyrs, Sage of Atlantis, and Defender of the Faith of Pan!” Lord Pan announces in his booming and operatic way.

“All hail, Sir Pahkis, High Master Shepherd of the Eastern Province, Kin of the Satyrs, Sage of Atlantis, and Defender of the Faith of Pan!”, echos the crowd in one voice. Pan puts Sir Pahkis back down on his feet, turns him around and hugs him tightly. Tears of joy stream down the old Shepherd’s face.

Hios helps Bob to the stable. Midnight, Pan’s faithful steed, whinnies as they come through the door. Midnight is never tied or confined to a stall, he comes and goes to the fields as he pleases. There are four stalls along the back wall: Stanley, Bob’s faithful donkey, is in the one on the far left, and the one to the far right has been piled deep with straw to make a comfortable bed. Also in this stall are sheepskins to roll up as pillows and a couple wool blankets. This is where Hios sleeps at night. Hios assists Bob to his personal stall and has him lean against the wall while he opens and spreads a blanket over the straw, then he helps Bob to lie down on the blanket. Hios rolls up a sheepskin and places it under his head, then leaves Bob for a few minutes while he goes to the cabin and prepares a tray with a jug of water, a jug of wine, and various dried fruits, meats, cheese, and bread. Hios returns to the stall and places the tray in front of Bob who is now lying on his right side. Hios lies down behind Bob, spooning him, and puts his strong left arm around him and kisses him on the back of his head. Bob hugs Hios’ arm as he is starting to recover his strength. He now knows for sure that he’s in love with Hios, and that Hios is in love with him. They’ll rest for a while and then enjoy the food and wine in the peaceful, quiet, confines of their stall. For the rest of the night nothing else matters but that they are together.

The orgy in the oak grove continues late into the night. Eventually, the Humans and Satyrs have exhausted their lustful desires and they retire to their blankets to sleep. Pan finds Billy sound asleep with Mavros and Xanthos, he gently picks him up and carries him to the cabin where he lays him on the large bed of sheep and goat skins, and lies down beside him. He puts his arm around him and begins to plan the journey they will embark on tomorrow: They must traverse almost the entire width of the continent to Mount Olympus which lies in the Olympian Mountain Range near the Western coast. Pan intends to present Billy to Zeus for his approval, and have Billy declared Prince of the Satyrs. Hera will not be pleased.

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Coming soon: Billy and the Gods of Atlantis – Part 3: The Mysteries