Billy and the Gods of Atlantis

Part 3

The Mysteries

“Good evening… Welcome to the 6:00 PM Live Local News Report on Channel 21. I am Susie Lee-Chang. First up: The Mystery of the Missing Boy. We have veteran Field Reporter Brad Collins live from Hatfield County. Good evening, Brad! Are you there?”, said the News Anchor opening the broadcast in her usual professional voice.

“Good Evening, Susie. Yes, I’m on the grounds here of the Yoder Farm, owned by Jacob and Ruth Yoder, in Hatfield County. They are the parents of the missing boy and Rev Jacob Yoder is also the Pastor and Founder of the Temple of the Holy Fire in neighboring Smithfield.”, replied Brad with trained precision. He is a nondescript, ordinary, but good looking man: average height, short dark hair and brown eyes, fit but not athletic. He is the type of man who can blend into the crowd, and that often works to his advantage being a reporter.

“Can you give us an update on the missing boy?”, asked Susie reading from her teleprompter.

“Yes, his name is Billy Yoder, and he recently turned 18 years old. He’s been missing since yesterday early afternoon, and a Deputy just informed me that this case has been reclassified as an abduction.”, answered Brad. He pauses for a moment and waves for a man in a police uniform to come stand beside him, and then he continues, “This is Hatfield County Sheriff Tom Tubbs. Sheriff Tubbs, what can you tell us so far?”

“Well Brad, Billy’s Mother, Ruth Yoder, reported her son missing after seeing him run off into the forest. Normally, if the person reported is over 18 there is a 72 hour waiting period, but Mrs Yoder reported him as a ‘special needs person’ so that requires us to begin our search immediately.”, said Sheriff Tubbs soberly.

“Special needs? Can you elaborate on that?” Brad pressured.

“The Yoders allowed us to search the boy’s room, and we found stacks of adult diapers and special protective undergarments. Mrs Yoder says she still has to bathe him and wipe his bottom. So, we’re approaching this search as though he were a very young boy.”, said Sheriff Tubbs.

“The National Forest that borders the Yoder Farm is vast; hundreds of square miles. Why is this case now reclassified as an abduction?”, inquired Brad.

“We sent out our K-9 teams with Bloodhounds, and they were able to track Billy to Firefighter Access Road #1, where we found fresh horse hoof-prints heading West. We believe someone on horseback picked up Billy. So, I sent my Deputies out on 4-wheeled ATVs to track the horse, and they were able to follow the hoof-prints about 40 miles (64km), to what looked like the ruins of an old forgotten mining town or settlement. FA Road #1 ends there, and they as of yet have found no clue to where the horse went. My Deputies are currently searching the access road again, to find where they could have turned off of it. 40 miles (64km) is a lot of road to search so this may take while.” Sheriff Tubbs concluded his report.

“Can you give us a description of Billy, in case our viewers see him?” Brad further inquired.

The Sheriff held up a picture of Billy and the camera zoomed in on it. “Yes. Billy Yoder is 18 years old, five and a half feet (167cm) tall, and weighs 130 pounds (59kg). He has short curly light-blond hair and light blue eyes. He was wearing bluejeans and sneakers with no shirt. His Father reported that Billy wet his pants before running away, and his Mother says he is wearing dinosaur print training pants. Call my office directly at 555-555-1212 if you think you’ve seen him.”, concluded the Sheriff. Describing Billy made the Sheriff’s cock hard, and the bulge in his trousers is obvious. Sheriff Tom Tubbs has a secret: He likes the boys young, too young, and Billy looks a lot younger than his age. He is hoping that when he finds Billy, he’ll be able to keep him in his ‘Protective Custody’ for a while.

“Thank you, Sheriff Tubbs. We will have a further update on ‘the mystery of the missing boy’ on our 11:00 PM broadcast. And, now it’s back to you, Susie.”, said Brad signing off the air. The red light on the camera turns off, and Brad gives his microphone to a technical assistant. He starts walking to his car when he hears a familiar voice call to him.

“Hey Brad! Wait up!”, called out a handsome and muscular State Police Officer, who is jogging up the hill to him from the barn. Brad notices that the barn is now cordoned off with ‘Do Not Cross’ police tape.

“Hey John! I’m glad to see you’re here. So, the State Police ARE involved now. What’s up? Why did you cordon off the barn with police tape?” Brad asked with a smile, greeting his old college friend, State Police Sergeant Jonathan Thorne. John is very handsome and rugged: He’s a former Marine, tall and tan with short sandy-blond hair, green eyes, and a square chin.

“Come on, I’ll show you.” said Brad as he starts walking down the 100 yard (92 meters) slope to the old barn, and Brad follows him. As they are walking to the barn, Brad looks over his shoulder and sees that everyone else is leaving; the Sheriff and Deputies, the News Van, even the Rev & Mrs Yoder get in their old car and drive away. John and Brad duck under the police-tape and enter the old musty structure.

On the hard red-clay floor of the barn are three 6 inch (15cm) high yellow markers left by the State Police Forensics Team.

“Here near the old tractor, marker number one, is urine. Marker’s numbers 2 & 3 toward the door are…” Brad pauses for emphasis, “Semen.”

“Semen? Who’s? Billy’s? Rev Yoder’s? Or, Someone else?” asked Brad with surprise.

“We don’t know yet, but samples have been sent to our lab for DNA analysis.” said John. “But, that’s not the only reason I brought you in here.”, he smiles, winks, and walks over to Brad. He puts his large muscular right hand on Brad’s ass and gives it a gentle squeeze.

“Oh really? Why else would you bring me into this musty old barn?”, asked Brad coyly, of course already knowing the answer. They’ve been regular ‘friends-with-benefits’ since their college days. A convenient open relationship that suits both their sexual lifestyles: An appreciation for mild BDSM play.

“Well, I knew everyone else would be leaving and there’s something about the smell of an old barn that gets my cock hard; you can still smell the animals they used to keep here. And, I haven’t had any relief all week!” John takes Brad’s hand and places it on the obvious tent in his uniform trousers. John never wears underwear, he doesn’t even own any. “Let’s go to the back of the barn, in one of the horse stalls.” John takes Brad by the hand and leads him to the last horse-stall on the right which is out of sight of the barn’s front and back doors.

They set about quickly helping each other get undressed, and both are soon completely naked. Except, Brad is wearing a snug and very short metal nub-chastity-device cage to prevent him from getting hard. He’s rarely allowed to have an erection, but when John permits it, he’s a very average at 5.5 inches (14cm) and circumcised. Brad takes a hold of John’s large rock-hard cock; his erect uncut manhood is just over 10 inches (25cm) and has a hefty girth to it, Brad’s hand can’t grip all the way around the circumference. John being an Alpha puts his hands on Brads shoulders and gently guides him down to his knees, and Brad takes as much cock as will fit in his mouth. John then places his hands on the sides of Brad’s head and starts face-fucking him. Brad loves the musty smell of the Police Sergeant’s crotch. John has never been one to bathe daily, he prefers to shower only once or twice a week and never uses deodorants. Brad can taste him starting to leak a profuse amount of cum, and his own trapped cock tries unsuccessfully to become hard in its short cage. John pulls his cock out of Brad’s mouth, he doesn’t want to cum too soon.

“Lie down on the ground, flat on your back.”, instructs John. Brad immediately complies. The floor of the stall is hard compacted clay, and it feels to him like lying on cool terracotta tile. John gets down on his knees and straddles him with his ass in Brad’s face.

“Lick my ass clean. I took a dump in their old outhouse earlier, and didn’t have anything to wipe with.” John orders as he lowers his hairy ass-crack a bit. Brad sniffs the pungent stink of John’s filthy ass and obediently licks the crack gently. “Harder! Scrub my shitty ass clean with your tongue!” Brad licks harder and faster. There are some dried bits of shit tangled in John’s ass hair, Brad pulls them out with his teeth and swallows them. Finally, when the surrounding area is clean, he repeatedly darts his tongue as deep as he can in and out of his Alpha’s asshole to clean the passageway. Brad is enjoying eating his dirty ass in this smelly old barn, and enjoying the spontaneous domination today! John’s cum is dripping on Brad’s chest, and drops of cum are leaking from the tip of Brad’s caged cock. John stands up, ready to fuck his ass.

“Stand up, lean against the wall, and spread ‘em.” John ordered as though he had just made an arrest.

Brad immediately complies and John kneels down behind him. He spreads Brad’s ass-cheeks, and dives his face roughly into his crack. John licks up and down between the cheeks hard and fast like a dog. Brad never has much flavor in his ass.

“Mmmm. Damn, I wish you had more ass-flavor for me today. Next time you know we’re gonna hook-up, don’t wipe so well. Or better yet, don’t wipe at all! I want to see skids in your tighty-whities when I pull them down.” ordered John.

“Oohh yes, I’ll make sure of that. Anything for you to fuck me!” agreed Brad, his balls beginning to ache.

John dives his face back in and sticks his tongue deep into Brads asshole. He brings up as much spit into his mouth as he can muster, and pushes it into his buddy’s fuck-hole. Then, he stands up with his cock leaking a steady thick stream of cum dripping to the ground, and he rubs it over his large cock-heard and spreads it over his thick shaft. He takes hold of Brad’s hips and places his cum-slick cock-head on Brad’s asshole and pushes in slowly. Brad grits his teeth and winces a little but John keeps pushing inward. The head slides in, Brad groans, and John pushes harder. He keeps going until Brads asshole is squeezing tightly around the base of his cock, and his pubes are pushing tightly against Brad’s ass-crack. John starts flexing his hips in and out, slow at first and then getting faster.

“Fuck me harder, please! Fuck me like a farm animal!”, begged the heavily breathing Brad. His balls aching for relief, and loving the full feeling of John’s long thick cock up his ass.

“Take it! Bitch! I’m gonna shoot my load in your ass-pussy! I’m gonna fuck the cum right out of ya!”, growled John slamming his cock into Brad’s ass faster and faster, harder and harder. Slapping loudly into Brad’s reddening ass-cheeks and not caring if anyone hears them.

“OOOOHHHH! I’m gonna cum!” Brad loudly pants and moans as he feels a surge coming from his battered prostate. “AAAAHHHH!” He raises his head and loudly moans as a fountain of semen shoots out the tip of his metal cock-cage against the horse-stall wall. Then two more smaller squirts as John continues to pound his ass.

John feels his balls pull up and his prostate contracts. He rams in hard one more time and a massive load of cum explodes up his fuck-buddy’s ass. A load he’s been saving up for Brad all week.

John wraps his arms around Brad from behind, hugs him tightly, and kisses the back of his head. They just stay where they are for a few moments, recovering from their lustful interlude. John lets go of Brad and backs up, pulling his now flaccid cock out of his asshole. A thin trickle of semen runs down the back of Brad’s left leg.

Brad turns around and hugs tightly around John’s chest and they kiss deeply. Then, he rests his head on John’s shoulder. He puts his head down further and sniffs; he loves the strong musky smell of John’s armpits. It’s Friday and he bets John hasn’t showered since last Saturday night. Sometimes, Brad would like to forgo showering too, unfortunately his job requires him to be more fastidious. But, he does very much enjoy their bi-yearly camping trips into the mountains. Two weeks, twice a year, of being naked and living rough, and fucking like wild animals in the dense woodlands.

Having satisfied their sexual appetites for now, they get dressed. Brad sees the dark skid-marks in John’s khaki uniform trousers. He loves how John is so hyper-masculine: he never wears underwear and having a dirty ass doesn’t bother him. Brad pulls up his own classic tighty-whities, the only type of underwear he’s ever worn. He knows he’s going to have skids in his shorts too from John’s load of cum leaking out of his ass. John smiles and playfully reaches over and feels Brad’s chastity cage through the tight pee-stained fabric.

Now fully and properly dressed John leads Brad back to the old rusty tractor. “We found Billy’s shirt here, laying on the seat. It was still soaked with his sweat, so we know it wasn’t here for long. We used it for the Bloodhounds to catch his scent and track him.” said John, further explaining the possible crime scene.

“So, we know for sure he was here immediately before his disappearance, and if we believe the Mother, he ran off into the woods. The operative word being ‘RAN’. The question is: Why?” Brad pauses and looks around, analyzing the scene. Brad’s Master’s Degree is in Journalism, but his undergraduate work was in Criminal Forensic Science.

“And, we can confirm he went into the forest: The Bloodhounds tracked him, and we found blood evidence on branches and briers he ran through. That’s also being tested for DNA at our Crime Lab.”, added John.

“He was terrified. And… the Yoders are lying, or withholding the truth, about why.” Brad said flatly as a matter of fact. “This case just gets stranger and stranger.”

“Hey man, there’s a lot more really strange things about this case. I’ll fill ya in, but you’ve got to keep it to yourself for now.” John said seriously and quietly.

“No problem. What’s really going on? What do you know so far?” Brad asked, matching Johns discrete tone.

“Well, first of all I talked to Billy’s school Guidance Counselor, Mr Garrett. Billy started Kindergarten a year late because the Yoders didn’t want to enroll him in school, until the State forced them to. So, next month he will begin his Senior year. Mr Garrett also says there’s nothing ‘special needs’ about Billy. The boy does very well in all his classes, he has friends, he’s outgoing, and is social and well adjusted. And, there’s more…”

“Go on.” Brad urged furrowing his brow.

“Over the years many of Billy’s school teachers have filed reports of suspected child abuse: welts and bruises from beatings, possible malnutrition, poor personal hygiene, lack of medical and dental care… There’s even a report that Mrs Yoder forced Billy to wear diapers up to the fourth grade, when he was like 10 or 11 years old, and that’s when there was a brief Child Protective Services investigation. But, as usual, nothing came of it. Then, there’s the horse…” John paused.

“The horse? The one you tracked up FA Road #1?” Brad is very intrigued now.

“Yes… From the size and depth of the hoof-prints, our forensic experts say this horse was huge. Like the size of a Clydesdale! At least 2,200 pounds (1000kg). It’s not a horse you’d ride on a trail. This is the type of horse they used to use to haul heavy wagons and plow fields. You’re more likely to see this horse pulling a beer wagon in a parade.” said John with exasperation.

“Yeah, that’s weird. Funny the Sheriff didn’t mention that.” said Brad, trying to piece this mystery together in his mind.

“Oh, and the Reverend Jacob Yoder.” John paused and Brad nodded. “The Temple of the Holy Fire is kind of a weird, end-times, apocalyptic cult. There’s all sorts of rumors around town about what goes on there… That’s all we know right now. I’ve got to get back to the State Police Barracks to file my report.” 

“Damn, nothing here is as it seems.” Brad said softly, mostly to himself trying to wrap his head around all this new information.

John and Brad walked back up to where their vehicles were parked, and parted ways for now.

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It’s Friday night, so Brad stops at a Pub in Smithfield and has a couple beers and a cheese burger. He decides to ask the Bartender about the Reverend Yoder’s Church.

“Hey, Barkeep. I’ll have one more beer.” said Brad.

“Sure thing! We don’t get famous TV people in here! The Misses and I love your reporting. I have you on my TV here at the bar every night.” replied the Bartender with a broad smile.

“Thank you very much! I so appreciate hearing that. I have a question for you…” Brad paused and the Bartender nodded. “Do you know anything about the Temple of the Holy Fire just down the road?” Brad asked.

“Just that they’re a bunch of doomsday weirdos, and they live by some very strict rules. Sometimes, they preach and hand out their religious pamphlets in the town square. Apparently, they’re against ALL sexual contact. To them ALL sex is bad: heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual… masturbation… It don’t matter. ‘THE END OF THE WORLD IS NIGH’ they say, so people should stop having sex. Why they set up shop in Smithfield is a mystery.”, the Bartender explained.

“Interesting.” said Brad. Very interesting indeed in light of semen having been found in the Yoder’s barn.

“And, they’re all women…” the Bartender pauses, and Brad raises a quizzical eyebrow, “My wife told me, the Reverend Yoder’s congregation is all women! Not one single man goes in that church, except the Reverend Jacob Yoder. And… the wives of Mayor Bubba Jones, Sheriff Tom Tubbs, and Doc Connery all worship there too.”

“Really!?” Brad reflexively asked, truly surprised.

“Yes!” exclaimed the Bartender, who then leaned over the bar and whispered to Brad, “There’s also the rumors about the Mayor, the Sheriff, and the Doc all being pervs… you know… pedophiles. According to Sally, at the bank, they’ve all paid off families of the victims to keep them quiet.”

“Very Interesting.” whispers Brad, and he thanks the Bartender and leaves a large tip on the bar. This Bartender may prove to be a very useful source in the future. Brad walks out of the bar shaking his head in disgust. So, now there’s possibly a pedo-ring involved in Billy’s disappearance. Brad and John have voracious sexual appetites but draw a hard line against involving any persons under the age of legal consent.

He goes home, strips down to his dirty tighty-whities, and pops open another beer. He can’t shake the feeling that the key to all of this is in those ruins they found. Where Firefighter Access Road #1 ends. So he calls John Thorne at home.

“Hey John! Do you have the weekend off?” Brad asked.

“Yeah I sure do! Do you want to get together or hangout?” John asked in return.

“Actually Yes. Could we grab a couple of your ATVs and ride out that FA Road #1? To those abandoned ruins where the trail ends. That horse didn’t evaporate into thin air, and I can’t get my mind off this abduction case.” Brad asked hopefully.

“You got it, Buddy! I haven’t been all the way out to those ruins, yet. I keep thinking about them too. Pack some supplies and your camping equipment, we’ll spend the night there. Don’t worry about a tent, we’ll use mine. I’ll pick you up at 7:00 AM.” said John, excited for the outing. “Oh! I just got the DNA reports from the lab.”

“Great! what’s the results?” asked Brad sitting up in his chair and listening intently.

“The urine and semen in the barn are Billy’s. The blood on the briers and branches are a mix… Billy’s, Jacob Yoder, two unknown males, and you’re not going to believe who else!…” said John very excitedly.

“Who?” asked Brad now sitting on the edge of his seat.

“Doc Connery! We have his DNA on file for crime scene elimination purposes. But, there’s no doubt he and Jacob Yoder followed Billy into the forest.” finished John, knowing this would further intrigue Brad.

“Damn, the Yoders didn’t report anything about Jacob, the Doc, and two other guys following Billy into the woods.” replied Brad.

“Or… Were they chasing Billy through the woods? The lab says the amount and placement of blood on the briers and branches suggests the pursuers were in a hurry, moving quickly. Anyway… We’ll go over all the evidence again tomorrow, and check out those ruins.”

“Awesome! See you in the morning. Goodnight.” said Brad.

“Goodnight, Buddy.” replied John.

Brad opted not to take a shower this evening. He had showered this morning but didn’t use any deodorant or cologne. Being Friday he knew he’d eventually hook-up with John this weekend and wanted to have some BO for him to appreciate. John is always telling him to stop showering so often. He absentmindedly fondled is caged cock for a moment through the pee-stained fabric of his briefs, and sipped on his beer. Sex is so much better since John locked his cock up about a year ago. Before that, he used to be a chronic masturbator; jacking-off three or four times a day. Now, he’s only allowed to cum when he’s fucked in the ass, and those orgasms are intensely awesome! Not long ago, John had to go out of town for a couple weeks of training. Brad was so horny by the end of the first week that he had a ‘wet dream’: He was dreaming of John and had a powerful orgasm in his sleep. He woke up panting and shooting his load into his briefs. That’s when he knew for sure that he wants his cock permanently caged, but he hasn’t mustered the courage yet to ask John to put glue in the lock and break off the key so that it can’t be taken off. He doesn’t care if his cock eventually atrophies away from being confined. His caged cock tried to stiffen at the thought of never being released again. Brad drank down the last drop of beer and headed off to bed.

Brad falls off to sleep quickly. Soon, he finds himself in a very vivid dream: He’s standing in a grove of oak trees lit by a circle of tiki-torches. There’s a hundred naked men… and Satyrs!… Yes! Satyrs!… having sex in every imaginable way. An orgy as was done in ancient times! They suddenly stop what they’re doing when a very handsome, very muscular, very tall, Satyr with ram-like horns, and a huge erect phallus and low hanging testicles, walks to the center of the circle. He suddenly picks up an old man under the armpits and holds him high in the air. The two younger men the old man was having sex with, are frightened and move quickly away. The large Satyr speaks with a booming voice in a language that he can’t understand, but sounds very similar to Greek. Brad is trying to hear what the giant Satyr is saying but there’s a loud beeping sound drowning him out. Brad tries to walk forward, but he’s frozen in place and the beeping becomes louder still. BEEP-BEEP-BEEP… BEEP-BEEP-BEEP… BEEP-BEEP-BEEP… Brad sits up in bed with a start, and shuts off the alarm. He has to sit there for a moment to regain his senses and realize that he is in his own bed. And, he can still smell the strong body odor of the the participants of the orgy and the smoke from the torches.

He rubs his eyes and gets out of bed. The crotch of his briefs are damp with semen leaked during the hyper-sexual dream, and strangely enough he can still remember every detail. This is unusual because he almost always forgets his dreams quickly. He goes into the bathroom but no shower today! He puts his head down and sniffs his armpit. Yes, John is right, it’s good to wake up smelling like a man. He steps over to the toilet, drops his briefs to his ankles, and sits down. He looks down at his dirty tighty-whities and sees yellow piss and cum stains in the crotch, and a light brown skid-mark up the seat, from John’s cum that leaked out of his ass yesterday. He leans over a bit to make sure his cock-cage is below the seat and then pisses. His bladder is full of the beer he drank last night.

“Oh sweet relief!” he mutters to himself as his bladder empties and he feels downward movement in his bowels.

He pushes down with his bowel muscles and a thick solid turd emerges from his asshole and drops with a little splash in the bowl. One more gentle push and a second turd, just as thick but shorter, falls from his ass to the bowl. He reaches his right hand over to the toilet paper, but then remembers his order from John. No wiping if they’re planning to hook-up later. So instead, he reaches down, grabs the waistband of his briefs and pulls them up as he stands up. This time not wiping feels very normal and natural! Not like the last time when he tried this, and it felt strange and uncomfortable. He turns around and looks at the turds in the bowl before flushing. They are getting noticeably thicker the more often John fucks his ass. His asshole is getting looser and Brad likes that. He steps over to the sink and brushes his teeth, washes his face with plain water and runs a comb though his hair, “Well, that’s a good enough bath for today!” he chuckled.

He quickly got dressed and removed his camping equipment from the closet. He wasn’t worried about forgetting anything because John always came well equipped. Instead, he went to his kitchen and packed a couple bags of non-perishable foods. A couple loaves of bread and canned goods: baked beans, tuna, Chef BD’s Ravioli, Vienna sausages, sardines, instant coffee, etc.

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John was at his door promptly at 7:00 AM, with his pickup truck and two ATVs in tow on a trailer. “Good Mornin’, Buddy!” John called out as Brad put his things in the back of the truck. “The weather report says warm and sunny for the weekend! Let’s go!” said John enthusiastically and smiling broadly. Brad got in the truck and they were on their way.

They drove about 5 miles (8km) passed the Yoder farm to where Firefighter Access Road #1 meets the main road. Conveniently, right there is a ‘Mom & Pop’ country store and gas station where he can park his truck. The owners of the store were good friends of his deceased parents, and they live in the house next door so he doesn’t have to worry about his vehicle being stolen or vandalized. They parked the truck and unloaded the ATVs. John went in the store and gave the elderly owners his truck keys, just in case they need to move it.

They fueled up the ATVs, put on their loaded backpacks and strapped down the supplies. John took the lead as they crossed the main road and proceeded Westward on a narrow dirt road, passing a sign marking the entrance to FA Road #1. It didn’t take long till they were at the point where Billy was probably picked up by a rider on a very large horse. John stopped and showed Brad the hoof-prints.

“Damn! No shit! This is a large horse! Is the Sheriff looking into local ranches that might stable breeds this large?” asked Brad.

“Who knows! Sheriff Pedo isn’t being very cooperative with the State PD.” answered John.

“Oh, so you’ve heard the rumors too, about Tom Tubbs. The local Bartender filled me in last night.” Brad chuckled softly and shook his head.

“It’s no rumor! We know for sure about his pervy predilections, and the Mayor’s, and that retired Doc, but we can’t get anybody to come forward and press charges! It’s all about money and politics. And, you wouldn’t believe how many local pervert-parents, we suspect, are renting their boys out to these three. One day they’ll all get what’s coming to them!” John shook his head in disgust. “We better get going. We’ve got 40 miles (64km) to go, and depending on trail conditions it may take us 2 or 3 hours to get there.”

Brad nods and they get on their respective machines and continue down FA Road #1. Trail conditions are very good and in about two hours they roll up to a large stone archway that crosses over the road, a semi-circle 20 feet (6 meters) wide and 10 feet (3 meters) high. In the surrounding woods there are large mounds and the remains of foundations and walls, and not far passed the arch the trail ends in the remains of a low stone wall with thick brush and briers beyond it.

John and Brad park their ATVs, take off their backpacks, and walk through the arch to where the trail ends. “Well, nothing went passed here. Definitely not a large horse.” said John.

“Yeah, I agree. So, at least we have and end-point to our search. And, in 40 miles I didn’t notice any cross roads or trails that a large horse could have maneuvered” Brad observed.

“And, the hoof-prints can be found right up to the arch. They didn’t turn off. They came right here.” added John.

They walked back to the ATVs and set up their camp on the North side of the dirt road. They use some of the fallen stones to make a fire-ring and find an abundance of dry wood lying among the nearby ruins. Down the Southern slope off the trail they discover a fresh clean stream of water and fill their canteens. It’s now mid-afternoon and they decide to further explore the ruins.

“Man, this was a large settlement, mining town, or whatever it was. I can’t believe there are no records of it! The origin of this place is a complete mystery.” said John starting to weary of climbing over walls and mounds, to only find more walls and mounds.

“Yeah! I see evidence of stone structures at least a mile in every direction from the arch. This was once an important place to a large group of people. I wonder what happened to them?” Brad asked rhetorically.

“Let’s go back to camp, it’s going to get dark soon. We’ll light a fire and have something to eat.” suggested John.

“Yeah, I’m ready to settle down for the night.” agreed Brad.

They hike back through the ruins to their camp with the sun descending Westward. John lights their campfire and starts to get undressed.

“It’s a warm evening, we might as well get comfortable.” John suggested.

“I couldn’t agree more!” said Brad, and he began undressing as well.

“I wish I could be naked all the time, and live in the forest.” John mused.

“Yeah man, I would love that too!” Brad replied.

John chuckled, “I had the strangest dream last night. I was standing naked in a grove of huge old oak trees and there was this wild orgy going on all around me. And get this, men were having sex with…” 

“Satyrs.” Brad interrupted. “I dreamed it too, men and Satyrs were having sex, and the orgy was surrounded by…”

“Tiki torches.” John finished Brad’s sentence, then continued “There was a giant Satyr with ram-horns, he was huge!”

“He picked up an old man and held him in the air.” Brad continued.

“And, that startled two young men who looked like twins.” John paused and they stared at each other for a moment. “How the fuck did we have the same dream?”

“I don’t know, man!” Brad shook his head and continued, “But, right now I’m about ready for us to have an orgy of our own!” Brad finished with a sly smile.

John quickly got naked, and when he saw Brad was down to his tighty-whities he orders him, “Stop! I get to pull your undies down and inspect them.”

Brad obeys and waits for John to come over, and he gets down on his knees in front of Brad. John examines Brad’s piss and cum stained crotch and sniffs the tight fabric over his cock-cage.

“Smells so good!” John whispered, and then put his hands on Brad’s underwear waistband, and slowly pulls them down. He lowers them to Brad’s knees and stops.

“Oh, Fuck yeah, that’s what I like to see.” John said softly as his cock starts to harden. Brad has dark brown skid marks in the seat of his briefs. John pulls them the rest of the way down and Brad steps out of them. John immediately grabs them, open’s them up and runs his nose up and down the skid-marked seat, sniffing deeply. “Fucking heavenly!” he moaned.

“Get down on your hands and knees in front of me, so I can eat your ass.” John instructed, and Brad complied.

John spreads Brads ass-cheeks wide open and sniffs up his crack, and he grunts his approval of the stink. He places the full width his tongue at Brad’s taint, on the metal ring of the cock-cage and licks slowly and firmly straight up the crack to the top.

“Oh, fuck yeah, this is how I want you to taste all the time.” groaned John softly.

John licks up the center again slowly and adding even more pressure. Next, he licks up the inside of the left cheek and the inside of the right cheek. There’s some dried bits in the ass-hair around Brad’s hole. John pulls them out with his teeth and swallows them. Then he concentrates on Brad’s fuck-hole; sticking his tongue in as far as it will go. He’s noticed lately that Brad’s asshole is getting looser. No doubt the result of being fucked with his thick cock. John likes the idea that he’s stretching Brad out, he may soon suggest they try fisting. “Good work.” he whispered to himself.

He gets up on his knees and smears his leaking cum all over his thick shaft, then drops a wad of spit on it for good measure. John places his cock-head on Brad’s asshole and pushes it in slowly, until his pubes pressed tightly against Brad’s ass. John thinks silently to himself, “Yeah, no doubt Brad’s asshole is getting looser, he didn’t grit his teeth and wince when I put it in him this time. Well, no need to be gentle anymore.” He takes a firm hold of Brad’s hips and begins fucking Brad fast and hard.

“OOOHHH! I’m gonna fuck you like a beast tonight, and stretch you hole some more!” grunted John roughly.

Brad’s caged cock is leaking profusely, and a stream of cum drops from the cage to the ground. He loves the feeling of his cock trying to harden in the cage, but is trapped and unable to become erect. And, when his balls are aching for relief, but he is unable to masturbate. He sometimes thinks how awesome it would be to not have a cock at all. Brad can feel his own orgasm is imminent while John is panting, grunting, and slamming his cock into his asshole. Brad has reached the ‘point-of-no-return’ and suddenly his prostate is squeezed by its surrounding muscles, and his semen shoots out onto the ground underneath him.

“AAAHHH! Oh, that feels so fucking good!” Brad bellows loudly with no one but John to hear him. And, John slams his cock in faster and harder.

“ARROOOO!” John turns his head up to the mostly full moon and howls, imitating a wolf as he slams his cock in one last time, and shoots a huge load of cum deep up Brad’s ass. “Fuck, I love sex outdoors! This is how it should be all the time!” said John breathing heavily. He collapses down over Brad’s back and wraps his arms around his friend. They just remain in their positions for a moment as their breathing quiets and John’s cock softens.

A low hum fills the air and a deep vibration from underground catches their attention. John raised up and pulls his flaccid cock out of Brad’s ass, then he stands up. Brad raises up on his knees and John takes his arm and gently helps him to his feet. A trickle of semen runs out of Brad’s loose asshole and down the back of his leg.

“Earthquake?” asked Brad looking very concerned.

“I don’t think so. This area isn’t prone to quakes, and this vibration seems to be continuous almost like a machine.” answered John.

Something strange is happening at the archway. The hum grows louder and the vibration stronger, and the stones of the archway begin to faintly glow and pulse through all the colors of the light spectrum. The two naked men stand stone-still not knowing what to do. A loud whirling sound, like the rush of wind and water fills the air. Lightning flashes inside the archway and the ground trembles, a thick glowing mist forms within the arch like a curtain, which then begins to swirl into a vortex. It stabilizes into a standing whirlpool and the stone arch hums loudly and steadily, and glows and pulses more brightly.

“What the fuck!” John exclaimed.

“Wow! This is unbelievable! What’s happening!?” asked Brad not expecting an answer.

Then, out of the vortex steps three young Satyrs!: One with dark hair, one with sandy-blond hair, and the third is slightly taller with light-blond hair and piercing ice-blue eyes. Two of them have large cocks and low hanging balls, but the one with the ice-blue eyes has no cock, just a pee-hole above large low-hanging balls. The three are laughing and talking very excitedly with each other. They don’t notice the two naked Humans and their camp to the side of the dirt road.

“Satyrs!!!?… Wait a minute!… That one there, with no cock!… That’s Billy Yoder!” said John to Brad. The three Satyrs can’t hear him over the noise of the archway.

“Damn! You’re right! That is Billy Yoder!” affirmed Brad. “He’s a Satyr? Satyrs are real!?” 

John steps toward Billy, waves his arms to get his attention, cups his hands to his mouth and calls out, “BILLY!… BILLY YODER!…” The three Satyrs look toward the two men, and are momentarily startled. Billy quickly grabs Mavros and Xanthos each by an arm and pulls them back through the vortex.

“Shit!… Come on!… Let’s go!…” yelled John to Brad, his police training kicks in and he runs straight through the vortex.

“Fuck it!” Brad yells reflexively, and runs through the vortex behind John.

It’s very dark on the other side of the portal and Brad runs into the back of John, and the vortex in the archway dissipates with a soft whoosh.

“Where’d they go?” asked Brad out of breath.

“I don’t know, but they sure can move fast.” answered John.

“Well, they couldn’t have gone far. This road ends just ahead.” said Brad.

“Does it? Look more closely” retorted John. In a few moments their eyes become more accustomed to the moonlight. “This was a dead end and now looks like it opens up into a road just ahead.”

“What the Hell? Yes, it does.” Brad said softly, and looked back through the arch. There was no sign of their camp and the trail looked very different; more like a narrow path curving into the thick jungle foliage. Brad walks back through the archway to be sure, looks around, and rejoins John. “What’s going on, John. Where are we?”

“Fuck if I know, but it looks like ahead is where we need to go… The air here feels warm… Tropical.” said John as he walks to the side of the trail and takes hold of a large palm frond. “Palms. Somehow we’ve been transported to somewhere in the tropics.”

“Well, this explains where Billy and the horse went. But, did you see what I think I saw? Was I hallucinating? Those three, including Billy, were Satyrs.” Brad asked just to make sure he isn’t going crazy.

“You weren’t hallucinating. They are Satyrs. The same type of Satyrs we both saw in that weird shared dream we had last night.” stated John matter of factually. “Well, no use for us to stand here, let’s see what’s ahead. Those Satyrs looked young, they probably live near here.” John took Brad’s hand and they walked forward. Once they were out from under the jungle canopy the nearly full moon provided plenty of light on the road ahead.

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Fifteen hours before John and Brad arrived at the archway. Early in the morning after the Great Mass Orgy, when Sir Pahkis was Blessed and Knighted, there was a hundred persons about to awaken on their blankets in the ancient oak grove. The Pig-Man, Hios, had quietly gotten up about an hour before sunrise, leaving a contentedly sleeping Bob in their comfortably bedded stall.

It is Hios’ duty to be a good host to Pan’s guests, and that means they need to be fed. In the cabin, he quietly lit the two large brass oil lamps that hang on each side above the table. Then, he opens up a barrel of salted fish and a barrel of dried mutton-jerky. He slices up two large wheels of cheese. And, there are still plenty of dried fruits and loaves of bread left over from last night’s feast. Under the table are several casks of good wine and small barrels of water. Hios thanks the Gods that their guests always bring an over-abundance when Pan calls for a Feast & Orgy. He goes out the back door of the cabin, to a fire-pit that has a metal tripod with a hanging chain and hook sitting over it, and hangs up a 10 gallon (38 liter) cauldron. He goes back inside and retrieves two barrels of water which he pours into the cauldron, then he lights a fire in the pit. Several hundred years ago Pan discovered a love for tea, so he brought plants from the other Earth back to Atlantis. It is now the traditional morning beverage in the four Provinces that make up Pan’s Kingdom. Hios hears someone in the cabin and goes back inside. There stands Bob, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He sees Hios come in the back door and smiles.

Hios puts his finger to his lips in the sign for Bob to speak quietly, and points to the bed on the other side of the cabin where Pan and Billy are sound asleep.

“Good Morning, my love.” says Bob softly, and then he kisses Hios on the cheek. “What can I do to help?”

The Pig-Man’s heart melts, and tears of joy well up in his eyes. Oh, how he’s always dreamed of having a love like this! He no longer feels bitter about being castrated and turned into a Pig-Man. He’s found a Lover… no not just a Lover… he’s found a Mate, a Life-Partner that loves him for who he is right now. Hios sends a series of telepathic images to Bob: The Shepherd’s cart that Sir Pahkis brought, stacks of wooden plates, Pan’s low table in the grove, empty trays, cups, and the lake. It all made sense to Bob, he’s learning how Hios speaks with images.

“No problem. I’ll put he prepared food, and the stacks of wooden plates, in the Shepherd’s cart and set up Pan’s table as a buffet. Then, I’ll gather the empty trays and cups, rinse them off in the lake and bring them back here. Is that right?” asked Bob quietly.

Hios nods happily, and then Bob notices the cauldron over a fire out back. “What’s that for?” he asks in a whisper.

Above the table is a shelf with a row of large metal canisters on in. Hios takes one of the canisters, opens it up, and indicates for Bob to sniff it.

Bob sniffs and grins from ear to ear, “Tea! Black tea! Oh how wonderful! I haven’t had a cup of tea in over 10 years. I’ve never found tea in the markets of Arcadia City. Do we have sugar?”

Hios nods and points to another canister, and puts his finger to his lips again to quiet Bob.

“Well, let me get to work, and by the time I return with the trays and cups the tea will be ready.” Bob whispers excitedly. He’s feeling very much at home here with Hios. He goes quietly out of the front door brings the Shepherd’s cart back and loads it. Hios watches Bob as he hauls the cart down to the grove and sets up a breakfast buffet on Pan’s table.

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Sir Pahkis, after receiving his Blessing and Knighthood, found a quiet place to sleep in the soft grass at the edge of the grove. Away from the ongoing festivities. He stands up and immediately urinates uncontrollably, the valves of his bladder having been permanently opened. Then, he feels he downward movement in his bowels and a large very thick turd slides out of his permanently gaped asshole and falls to the ground with a soft thud. He realizes he’ll have to get used to ‘the great blessing’ of not having any control of his bladder and bowels anymore. Which makes him highly revered among Pan’s worshipers. He walks through the grove  looking for his sons, Castor and Pollux. He must find them before this morning’s ceremony of ‘The Great Cleansing’, which is a ritual bath before having their communal breakfast. He finds his sons asleep on a blanket with Mavros, Xanthos, and a couple other of that clan’s older Satyrs.

“Boys! Time to get up!” Sir Pahkis orders his sons. “Pan will soon come down for ‘The Great Cleansing’”, he nudged each of them with his toe.

Pollux opens his eyes first, “Good Morning, Father.”

Castor stirs and opens his eyes, “Good Morning, Father.”

“Let’s go, Boys! Up on your feet. I’m the Master Shepherd of the Eastern Province which means I will go into the water behind Lord Pan, and you two will be right behind me.” Sir Pahkis instructed his sons.

At the lake, Bob has finished washing the cups and trays and he loads them into the cart. He takes hold of the handles and heads back up the hill to the cabin. He’s finding it much harder to go up than to come down.

“Bob! Let us help you with that!” Bob stops and turns his head and it’s Castor and Pollux coming to his aid.

“Thank you, Boys! It was no problem coming down, but going up is another matter.”, said Bob gratefully. Castor takes Bob’s place pulling with the handles, and Pollux gets behind the cart and pushes while Bob walks along side. The three make their way back up towards the cabin.

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Pan wakes up still holding Billy, and lovingly looks down at him. He’s deeply in love with his ‘little Billy Goat’, and he’s never felt this way about anyone or anything. He kisses Billy gently on the cheek.

“Wake up, my sweet Billy Goat. It’s morning and I have some royal duties that we must attend.” said Pan softly, and Billy stirs and stretches.

“Good morning, Pan. Wow, I really slept great. What are your ‘royal duties’ this morning.” asked Billy looking warmly into Pan’s eyes.

“The Great Cleansing. You and I will lead a ritual bath and then we will all enjoy a breakfast that Hios has prepared.” explained Pan.

“I need to go… relieve myself first.” Billy said a little self-conscientiously.

Pan laughed, “I do too! You know I’m half Human. We’ll go together. I’ll teach you how to poop like a Satyr! Come!”

They get out of bed and Pan leads Billy out the back door and down a path into the woods.

“There’s a latrine a little further down in the woods for the Humans, but Satyrs don’t usually use it. Just step over here off the path a ways.” instructs Pan, and Billy obeys. “Good, now spread your legs, squat down and place your elbows on your knees.”, said Pan as he demonstrated the pose.

Billy does as instructed, “Is this right?”

Pan looks at Billy and smiles, “Perfect! Now relieve yourself.”

Pee shoots out of Billy’s cockless pee-hole, and he relaxes his anal sphincter and lets the turds fall out naturally.

Pan relieves himself as well. Piss gushes out our of his huge cock and puddles on the ground, then he grunts as a long thick turd drops out of his hairy ass and falls heavily to the ground.

Having finished relieving themselves, they stand up and walk back up the path toward the cabin. Billy didn’t even consider performing the old Human habit of ass-wiping.

“Now! You’ve been properly trained to shit like a Satyr!” Pan laughed hardily. “Usually, when two Satyrs shit together it’s customary to lick each other clean, but this morning that will be the honor of my new High Shepherd, Sir Pahkis.”

They walk back the path to the cabin, and from the top of the hill Billy sees all the people now gathering at the shore of the lake. Pan and Billy walk down the hill, cheered on by Pan’s faithful worshipers. Bob, Hios, Castor, and Pollux follow along behind. Bob is ecstatic, sipping on his cup of tea. The royal procession ends at the mossy area where Pan turned Billy into a Satyr just yesterday morning.

Pan faces the lake and squats down in the same pose as he did to shit in the woods: with his legs spread and his elbows on his knees. Sir Pahkis comes forward and kneels down behind Pan, and reverently puts his face in Pan’s hairy ass-crack. He begins licking and scraping with his teeth, and thoroughly cleans Pan’s asshole and surrounding ass-hair. Sir Pahkis stands up for the next part of the ritual.

“Wait.” said Pan, “Clean Billy’s ass, too. Lie on the ground and Billy will squat on your face.”

Sir Pahkis immediately obeys and lies down on the ground, on his back. Billy obediently straddles him and squats down on his face, and Pahkis cradles his soft soft smooth ass-cheeks in his old rough hands. He licks diligently to thoroughly clean young Billy’s silky smooth, hairless, ass-crack and his recently loosened asshole. The old Shepherd’s large and thick cock becomes fully erect while servicing the beautiful young Satyr’s sweet ass. Billy sees the old Shepherd’s large erection, and is unsure of what to do when Sir Pahkis is finished cleaning his ass. So he stands up, and turns around straddling Sir Pahkis again, but facing the opposite direction and sits down on his cock. Sir Pahkis moans in utter delight and surprise as Billy’s asshole slides down over his 12 inch (31cm) long, 3 inch (8cm) thick cock. The crowd watches, cheers and claps, as their new High Shepherd fucks their God’s new protege in the ass, establishing a new part to the ritual of ‘The Great Cleansing’.

Sir Pahkis raises his knees with his feet flat on the ground so he can flex his hips, and he fucks Billy slow and easy at first. Billy raises himself up and down in counter-point to Sir Pahkis’ thrusts upward, and semen begins to leak from Billy’s pee-hole. Pan smiles broadly, approving of this impromptu addition to the ritual. Sir Pahkis’ breathing becomes heavier and he steadily increases the speed of his trusts, Billy is also breathing heavily and matches the speed with his squats.

“AAAAHHHH!” they moan in stereo. Sir Pahkis thrusts in hard one last time, injecting a massive load of semen deep in Billy’s bowel. At the same time, Billy sits down fully on Sir Pahkis’ cock and a fountain of semen shoots out of his own cockless pee-hole. It spays across Sir Pahkis’ stomach and chest, and by chance the wad lands in the old Shepherd’s open mouth and he happily savors and swallows the unexpected treat. The crowd of spectators cheer and clap wildly!

Billy stands up and steps over Sir Pahkis. He faces the crowd of spectators and spreads his arms wide, then he bows low from the waist. The crowd roars with applause! Lord Pan offers a hand to Sir Pahkis and helps him to his feet. A trickle of urine runs out of Pahkis’ cock and Lord Pan pats him on the back and smiles warmly at him.

Pan walks over and stands beside Billy. “I have a very important, and historic, announcement to make.” Pan’s booming voice easily carries over the noise of the crowd and they become silent and attentive. “It is my intention to take Billy to Mount Olympus, and personally request for my Father Zeus, to declare him Prince of the Satyrs and Shepherds!”

The crowd erupts in cheering and applause. A unified chant begins, “Hail Prince Billy… Hail Prince Billy… Hail Prince Billy… Hail Prince Billy… Hail Prince Billy…”

Pan raises his hand to quiet the crowd, “Now we will observe the ritual of ‘The Great Cleansing’, then please enjoy a breakfast feast served from my table.”

Pan turns around and walks to the water’s edge. He raises his arms dramatically and transforms into his fully Human body. This signals all the Satyrs present, including Billy, to also take on their Human guises. Billy transforms, then walks over and stands beside Pan, and takes his hand. They smile at each other.

Bob nudges Castor and asks him quietly, “Why do the Satyrs transform into their Human forms for this?”

“It’s hard to swim with hooves.”, Castor chuckles softly and pats Bob on the shoulder. “All Satyrs are actually half-human. They just prefer to present themselves in Satyr form most of the time. In fact, when Satyrs are born they look entirely human. They take on their Satyr bodies after they’re weaned off their Mother’s milk. My Father once told me that when Lord Pan travels outside of his Kingdom in Atlantis, or to the other Earth, he always travels in his Human form.”

“Well, at least I won’t get fooled again. I’m starting to recognize the Satyrs common physical characteristics when they’re in their human forms.” said Pahkis with a smile, very pleased with himself.

Pan walks forward into the water hand-in-hand with Billy. Sir Pahkis follows, and signals for his sons to follow him. The crowd follows behind. The lake at this end is only 4 feet (122cm) deep and makes for a perfect area for communal bathing. The custom of this ritual is not to bathe yourself but to help bathe the people around you. For some of the Humans and Satyrs here, this will be the only bath they’ve had in the last six months. But, many other Humans and Satyrs love to play and frolic in the cool waters of Atlantis. The rural folk never use soap for bathing. For the Humans in Arcadia City, it’s customary to visit a public bathhouse once a week and some soaps are available.

The people surround Pan and Billy and wash them with their hands, then they turn their attention to whoever is closest to them. Pan picks up Billy under his armpits, and Billy reflectively wraps his legs around Pan’s waist. They kiss deeply as Pan’s enormous cock becomes erect. He raises Billy up, and Billy loosens his grip around Pan’s waist. Pan lowers him so his huge cock-head is pressing against Billy’s asshole. He slowly lowers him more and flexes his own hips upward, and Pan’s 14 inch (36cm) long, 4 inch (10cm) thick monster-cock slides in young Billy’s asshole. Billy moans with pleasure at the fullness in his ass, and they hug each other tightly as Pan fucks him gently in the cool water.

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Bob and Hios are the last two to enter the water. They begin rubbing their hands over each other, and then others join in to help them.

“This is very nice!” says Bob while washing Hios’ ass under the water, while a very handsome Satyr named Omorfos is massaging Bob’s back and buttocks.

“Oink-Oink!” agrees Hios.

Omorfos leans in and whispers is Bob’s ear, “Here’s the best way to clean your asshole in the water.” He feels Omorfos’ large cock-head pressing against his asshole. Bob spreads his legs and allows the Satyr to penetrate him. Omorfos, like all Satyrs, has a large thick cock, and Bob wishes again that Hios would be so endowed. While being fucked by the Satyr, Bob turns Hios around and they embrace in a tight hug and he kisses him deeply on the lips. Omorfos has a firm grip on Bob’s hips and is fucking him faster and faster, stirring up the water. Soon, Bob feels Omorfos shove his cock in to the hilt one last time. He can feel the pulsing of the Satyr’s thick erection as he pumps a quart (a liter) of Satyr semen deep up his ass.

“Thank you, Bob!” said Omorfos as he pulls his softening phallus out of Bob’s asshole, and then swims away.

Bob momentarily breaks his kiss with Hios. “You’re very welcome!” replied Bob as he pushes down with his bowels, and forces most of the semen out of his ass into the water. Hios turns Bob around and washes his ass using his hand. He sticks three of his thick fingers up Bob’s asshole and turns them back forth to make sure that Bob is properly cleaned out. Bob realizes again how loose his asshole is becoming, and to his surprise he likes that.

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Now feeling clean and hungry, the people begin to emerge from the water and gather near Pan’s table back in the oak grove. Pan and Billy, still in human forms, join them and lounge along the low table as they did yesterday. The line of guests come by to express their gratitude and prepare themselves plates of food. Hios and Bob go to the cabin and bring back the Shepherd’s cart with buckets of tea, casks of wine, and small barrels of water. Sir Pahkis approaches and prepares a plate for himself.

“Lord Pan, the Elders of the Farmers, Shepherds, and Satyrs, have requested a council with you this afternoon. In your absence there have been many land exchanges and pricing agreements that require your approval. Would three hours past high-noon be a good time for you to hold a royal audience with the High Council?” asks Sir Pahkis, taking on his roll of High Shepherd which is also the Leader of the High Council.

Pan sighs deeply, rolls his eyes, and looks up at Sir Pahkis, “If I must… But… make it six hours past high-noon. I’m pretty sure I have another important matter to attend to after most of our guests depart. Have Hios, Bob, Castor, and Pollux erect the large canopy in the level area between the cabin and the road. Fuel the tiki-torches and place them in a circle around the canopy, I have a feeling we’ll be working late tonight. Make it comfortable for our esteemed Elders to rest there until our High Council meets this evening. Provide food, wine, and whatever they request… within reason.”

“Yes, my God and King. I’ll see to it right away.” Pahkis gives a bow from the neck and heads toward the cabin. He sees Castor and Pollux nearby and signals for them to follow him.

Pan looks at Billy sadly and smiles, “Sorry, my sweet Billy Goat. I originally planned for us to depart this afternoon to begin our journey to Mount Olympus. The Moon is still mostly full and we could have ridden all night. I should have considered that I’ve been away for 6 months and there would be royal duties to attend to.”

“I don’t mind waiting another day or so. I’ve made friends with the Satyrs here. While you’re attending to your royal duties, I can play and explore with them.” said Billy happily.

“Good! I’m so glad you’re adapting so well to life here in Atlantis.” said Pan, smiling broadly.

The guests are beginning to depart to return to their farms and woodlands. Sir Pahkis supervised Hios, Bob, Castor, and Pollux in fulfilling Lord Pan’s orders. Once the canopy had been successfully erected, Sir Pahkis searched out the Elders of the Farmers, Shepherds, and Satyrs who where still lounging in the oak grove. He informed them that VIP accommodations have been arranged for them in the large canopy between the cabin and the road, and he herded the 12 of them there.

Pan looks up toward the cabin and can see Pollux in a serious discussion with Hios. Pollux has always had a special fondness for Hios, and was among the first Humans to learn how to communicate with the Pig-Man. Pan already knows the special proposition Pollux is making with Hios. He’s heard their individual deep powerful desires. Humans don’t realize how their strong emotional thoughts broadcast. They call it prayer, but it’s actually just their innate psychic abilities. If Humans are allowed to evolve, one day they will rival the Olympians. Pan now sees that Bob has joined the conversation with Pollux and Hios. Bob is looking very serious and thoughtful.

Mavros and Xanthos come to Pan’s table, back in their Satyr forms, “Billy! Wanna go play and explore! We’ve heard that not far from here are some ruins from the time of the Titans!”

“Pan? May I go with them? It sounds very interesting!” Billy asked hopefully.

“Yes! Go explore! I have some serious matters to attend to here.” said Pan still watching Pollux, Hios, and Bob, in the distance.

Billy stands up and immediately transforms into his Satyr body, and the three young Satyrs scamper away looking for adventure. They go up the hill and past the cabin and then down to the road. They turn Eastward toward where they will eventually find the road ends at an ancient archway. Hidden in the jungle past the archway are the ruins of an ancient city built when the Titans ruled Atlantis: The remains of foundations, broken walls, and large mounds overgrown by the jungle.

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Twenty miles (32km) west of Pan’s cabin there is the clip-clop of a Centaur’s hooves coming up a road from the South. The road ends in a ‘T’ and the traveler momentarily pauses. He opens his mind and senses a great deal of activity to the East. He turns right and the road proceeds into a dense woodland, no doubt the dwelling place of Satyrs. Soon, he passes by an apple tree on the left side of the road that has a feed bucket, water barrel, food basket, and wineskin laid neatly at its roots. He’s now sure he’s venturing in the correct direction. Those of his kind rarely travel this far East, but he’s very much looking forward to seeing his old friend Pan.

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Pan is lounging at his table watching Hios, Pollux, and Bob in the distance, up by the cabin. Pan’s Olympian eyesight is many times keener than that of a Human, or even an ordinary Satyr. He sees Pollux hug Hios tightly and then he hugs Bob. They appear to have come to a decision, and together the three of them begin walking down the hill toward Pan in the oak grove. Within a few minutes the three approach him looking very pensive.

“Lord Pan we have a request, if it is within the will of the Gods, and your power to grant it.” said Pollux respectfully.

“Pollux, you know that I have favor for you, and for your family, above all other humans. I will grant whatever you request, if I have the power and authority to do so.” said Pan formally.

“Thank you… I have read in the sacred history scrolls, written by our Priests, that you have the power to transfer living organs and limbs from one person to another. Is that true?” asked Pollux.

“Yes, as it is written. Usually, it has been done at the request of a dying person, to save or improve the life of another. But, both persons must desire it.” answered Pan, then he asks, “What are you desiring to transfer?”

“Hios and I have discussed this in depth…” Pollux hesitates. He looks at Hios, who nods and places his big hand on Pollux’s shoulder. Tears come to Pollux’s eyes.

“Go on. What have you two discussed?” prodded Pan, already knowing the answer.

“Lord, can you transfer my genitals to Hios; both my cock and balls? Also, I’d like my pee-hole moved down to between my legs. And, like Hios is now, can you have my body naturally produce male hormones in abundance that I may be aroused and orgasm easily?” petitioned Pollux.

“What you have asked I can do, but it can never be undone. Zeus has established rules that must be followed so that these matters are taken very seriously.” explained Pan. “I do have a concern about a risk that Hios will have to accept.”

“Oink-Oink?” asked Hios.

“You know that I’m unable to undo Hera’s magic, and turn you back Human. But, I can undo the castration, using Pollux’s genitals, because you were castrated by humans…” Pan paused thoughtfully.

“Lord! That’s wonderful!” said Pollux excitedly clapping and laughing in his feminine manner.

“But!… Hera ordered the castration. Undoing it would make her very angry, if she finds out.” said Pan, mulling over the possibilities.

“How likely is it that she would find out?” asked Bob being very concerned for Hios’ safety.

“Not very likely at all.” Pan answered quickly, and continued, “There is no reason for Hera to take notice of Hios. She probably doesn’t even know that he’s still alive. There’s the span of the entire continent between my Kingdom and her Temple in Arcadia City. And, I’m sure she’s spending most of her time at her ‘Temple of the Holy Fire’, she recently had built in the North Western Kingdom of Amazonia.”

“Lord, does that mean you’ll grant my request?” Pollux asked hopefully.

“Yes… With one condition for Hios.” said Pan seriously.

“Oink-Oink?” asked Hios.

“Once this is done you will be barred from traveling any further West than the City of the Centaurs, in the Central Plain. No more than a year ago my friend Hermes informed me, that Hera was allowing Wood-Nymphs to establish a colony in the woodlands at the base of the Eastern slopes of Mount Olympus. I don’t want you to ever risk drawing her attention for both our sakes.” instructed Pan.

“Oink-Oink!” Hios agreed to the travel restriction. He has no desire to ever return to Arcadia City, where they castrated him and cast him out to die as a Pig-Man.

“Thank you, Lord Pan!” said Pollux, giggling and clapping enthusiastically.

“First things first. Carry this large table up to the canopy. See to it that the Elders up there have plenty on food, water, and wine… Especially wine. Then meet me back here in the grove at three hours past high-noon for the transfer of the organs… Castor and Bob, each of you bring a Graso bucket.” ordered Pan.

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Hios, Bob, Castor, and Pollux performed their duties diligently. While they were working, Pollux paid close attention to how his cock and balls felt swinging between his legs, happy that soon they would be gone. Hios, while working, wondered what it will be like to have Pollux’s large genitals between his legs. When he was Human his genitals were rather below average and unimpressive, much like Bob’s. Finished with their duties Pollux waved Castor over to behind the cabin.

“I have something to tell you, something that makes me very happy!” said Pollux with a broad smile to his brother.

“What is it, brother? You look very excited.” asked Castor.

“Do you remember when we were children and had to read from the sacred histories, and we thought the part where Pan has the power transfer organs and limbs between living people was really neat?” Pollux asked his brother and paused.

“Well yes in ancient times, but I’ve never heard of it happening in anyone’s living memory.” answered Castor. Pollux paused and looked deep into his brother’s eyes.

“I went to Pan and requested that he transfer my genitals to Hios. I’ve never really felt comfortable with them, then after I discovered that I can ejaculate with anal orgasms I really don’t use my cock much at all. Only occasionally when Father orders you and me to fuck him.” explained Pollux.

“Pan agreed to your request?” inquired Castor.

“Yes! He has! Also, he’s going to move my pee-hole down between my legs, and he’s going to enchant my body to abundantly produce male hormones. So, I’ll still get very horny and orgasm!” said Pollux excitedly.

“Brother, I’ll support you in whatever makes you happy. The idea of you having no cock and balls is actually quite exciting to me! And, now people will be able to easily tell us apart. Come here!” said Castor.

Castor embraces Pollux tightly and kisses him on the lips deeply. He slides his right hand down Pollux’s back to his ass-crack, and inserts his middle finger, as far as it will go, into his twin brother’s asshole. Castor can feel their identical cocks rubbing together for what is probably the last time. He wishes he could fuck his brother right now, but their guests are waiting for more food and wine. Castor breaks their intimate embrace to go back to the canopy, and attend to the Elders.

“We’re to meet Pan down in the grove at three hours past high-noon. Please be there with me when it’s done!” begged Pollux.

“Of course I’ll be there! But, promise me I’ll be the first one to fuck you after your transformation.” replied Castor with a lustful grin.

When the sun-dial in the front garden reads three hours past high-noon, Hios, Bob, Pollux, and Castor, walk down the hill to the oak grove. Bob and Castor are carrying Graso buckets as instructed.

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Three intrepid Satyr explorers have finally made there way to the ancient stone archway at the end of the road. Billy, Mavros, and Xanthos walk through the arch without touching it. Now seeing the arch in the daytime, Billy realizes it looks exactly like the arch he and Pan crossed through on the other Earth. And, he does remember getting a glimpse of stone ruins near the archway.

“This dates back to when the Titans ruled Atlantis. They created a race of slaves that lived here. Our older brothers say there are ruins in the jungle beyond the arch.” Mavros explained to Billy, as they continued down the path into the jungle.

The path is what remains of an ancient main thoroughfare through the city. Under the tropical canopy of trees Billy sees the stone ruins of low foundations, broken walls, and mounds.

“What happened to the slaves? What did they look like?” asked Billy fascinated by the ruins.

“The Gods of Olympus destroyed them all in a great war.” said Mavros.

“No one, other than the Gods, knows for sure what they looked like. The oldest sacred history scrolls are vague on the details. They only describe them as lizard-men who walked on two legs, and ate meat. Everything else about them is a mystery.” added Xanthos.

Xanthos then steps off the pathway a short ways, spreads his legs and squats down with his elbows on his goat-knees. A large thick turd drops from his ass to the ground, then another, and another. Finished pooping, he stands up and rejoins his companions on the pathway. Mavros immediately walks behind Xanthos and drops to his knees. He buries his face in his Satyr-Brother’s dirty ass-crack, and begins thoroughly licking him clean. Billy loves how Satyrs are so casual about this, and watching Mavros lick Xanthos ass is making him horny. He feels a deep ache beginning in his low-hanging balls and a drop of semen runs out of his cockless pee-hole and down the front of his long hairless nut-sack.

“Come here, Billy. Stand in front of me.” said Xanthos while Mavros’ long Satyr tongue is deep in his ass, cleaning his anal canal.

Billy takes a couple steps over and turns to face Xanthos, who bends down and licks the cum off his smooth low-hanging balls and hairless pee-hole. Billy used to be embarrassed about not having any pubic hair, but now he is glad because it makes the area so much more sensitive.

“Oh, that feels so good!” Billy gasps and instinctively takes hold of Xanthos’ short Satyr goat-horns.

“Mmmm! I love the taste of your semen. Would you like to taste mine?” asked Xanthos, knowing Billy was getting very horny. Mavros finished cleaning Xanthos ass. Both Satyrs stood up revealing their rock-hard 10 inch (26cm) cocks, and both were about 2.5 inches (6cm) thick. Flaccid their cocks are only 8 inches (21cm) which is an average size for young Satyrs their age. Mavros and Xanthos are over 200 years old, but that’s only a teenager in Satyr years, and they’ve only recently been allowed to venture out on their own because young Satyrs have poor impulse control.

“Yes! Yes I do!” said Billy hungrily as he bent down and took Xanthos’ cock in his mouth.

Mavros goes behind Billy and kneels down. Billy instinctively raises his goat-tail straight up, and spreads his goat-legs as Mavros licks straight up his ass-crack. Not finding much flavor Mavros inserts his long Satyr-tongue into Billy’s asshole. Earlier Sir Pahkis’ short Human tongue cleaned the outside, but it takes a Satyr to deep-clean inside. Mavros swirls his tongue, thoroughly cleaning out Billy’s anal canal. Then he stands up and places his cock-head on Billy’s asshole and easily slides it in. Lord Pan’s 14 inch (36cm) long, 4 inch (10cm) thick, cock has greatly loosened Billy’s asshole. Fortunately, Satyrs don’t care if a turd unintentionally falls out of their assholes occasionally.

Xanthos takes hold of Billy’s Satyr goat-horns and hold’s his head still while he fucks Billy’s mouth by flexing his hips. Xanthos is leaking a profuse stream of cum and Billy is swallowing it right down, savoring the salty flavor.

Mavros is fucking Billy’s ass at a steady pace, holding on to Billy’s hips where the goat-wool on the sides of Billy’s thighs meets his waist. Flexing his hips; pulling back till only his cock-head is in, then thrusting in until his dark curly pubes gently bump Billy’s ass.

Xanthos’ breathing is getting heavier as he fucks Billy’s face faster and faster. One last thrust and Xanthos pulls back on Billy’s horns as he pushes his cock completely down his throat. Xanthos pumps a quart (a liter) of his Satyr cum down Billy’s esophagus to his stomach. His cock pulsing with each squirt until his load is spent. Billy was surprised by the thrust, with his lips now around the the base of Xanthos’ cock and his nose in his curly sandy-blond pubic hair, but he didn’t choke! Discovering that his Satyr anatomy easily accommodates this. Xanthos pulls his softening cock out of Billy’s throat but keeps his cock-head in his mouth.

“Are you thirsty, Billy? I need to pee.” asked Xanthos and Billy nodded.

Xanthos grunts and Satyr-piss gushes into Billy’s mouth. He swallows as fast as he can but a little trickle of urine leaks out of the corner of his mouth and runs down his chin. Xanthos pisses for a least two minutes until his bladder is completely emptied. “Ahhh! That’s better. Now my balls and my bladder are relieved!” giggled Xanthos.

Billy straightens up and puts his hands on his goat-knees, while Mavros fucks his ass at a quickening pace. Xanthos gets down on his knees and licks up the semen that’s steadily streaming out of Billy’s cockless pee-hole, down the front of his long nut-sack and dripping to the ground. Billy can feel his ejaculation is coming soon. Mavros fucks him faster and faster slapping his dark curly pubes into Billy’s smooth ass, and waves of anal orgasms radiate up Billy’s body from asshole.

“AAAAHHHH!” cries out Mavros and Billy in a strange harmony. Mavros slams his cock into Billy’s ass hard one last time, and in multiple squirts injects a quart (a liter) of his Satyr-cum deep in Billy’s bowel. At that same moment Xanthos opens his mouth wide over Billy’s pee-hole. Billy grabs onto Xanthos horns and shoots his large Satyr-load into his mouth. Xanthos swallows as fast as he can but some runs down off his chin. Mavros pulls his softening cock out of Billy’s ass, and quickly gets down on his knees. He licks up his cum leaking out of Billy’s loose asshole. Billy pushes down with his bowel muscles and pushes the semen out, and Mavros gladly eats it up, and licks Billy’s ass clean again.

“Stay there Xanthos. I have to pee, too.” said Billy with a playful laugh, still holding onto Xanthos’ horns.

Xanthos opens his mouth wide and catches Billy’s stream of piss, and drinks it down. Billy too, takes a while to finish pissing. He surmises that Satyrs must have bigger bladders than Humans. By the time Billy finishes peeing, Mavros is finished cleaning his ass-crack. The three young Satyrs all stand and stretch, feeling satisfied of their lust for now.

“Let’s explore further down this path and see where it goes!” suggested Billy

“Yes!” agreed Mavros and Xanthos enthusiastically.

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Hios, Bob, Pollux, and Castor have arrive back in the oak grove at the appointed time, and find Pan still in his Human form lounging against an ancient oak with his eyes closed. He’s resting and gaining his strength back from the ancient trees. He knows he’ll soon expend a great deal of energy in what he’s about to do. The day is unusually hot, and even with sitting still in the shade Pan has a sheen of sweat over his whole body. He hopes what they are about to do won’t be too taxing on his mortal friends.

“Lord Pan, we’re here as instructed at the appointed time.” said Pollux in a soothing way, and Pan opens his eyes.

“Yes my children, I am ready. Follow me.” responds Pan.

Pan stands up to his full 7 foot (213cm) height. Bob is utterly amazed at how perfect he is in a Human form, and how incredibly handsome. Pan leads the way to the center of the oak grove, where the trees form a natural circle around a small clearing. In the center of the clearing he raises his arms dramatically and transforms into his Satyr body.

“Pollux and Hios. Are you both sure you truly desire to do this?” asked Pan.

“Yes.” answered Pollux. And, “Oink-Oink.” affirmed Hios.

“Stand face to face, wrap your arms tightly around each other, and press your groin areas together.” instructed Pan, and Pollux and Hios complied.

“Castor and Bob. You two will act as energy conduits deep inside of Pollux and Hios. Castor get down on your knees to my left and put your bucket to your left, and Bob get down on your knees to my right and put your bucket to your right. Now take the lids off the buckets. Each of you will hold my hand, and when I tell you to, you will dip your other hand in the Graso and raise your arm in the air to let the oily liquid run down your arm. When I say ‘insert now’ you will in insert your Graso cover arm into their assholes and push in up to your elbows. Do you understand?” ask Pan, pausing for confirmation.

“Yes.” said Castor and Bob, who are now on their knees on either side of Pan, with the lids off their Graso buckets. The day is hot and sweat is streaming down all their bodies.

“Good. Give me your hands.” responded Pan. Castor raises his right hand and Pan clasps it with his left, and Bob raises his left hand and Pan clasps it with his right.

Pan raises his horned head and looks up at the sky, and suddenly there is the crackle of electricity in the air. All their body hair stands up on end. Bolts of blue lightning begin randomly arcing between the ancient trees that circle around them. Castor and Bob are both startled.

“Do not let go of my hands, and follow my instructions.” Warned Pan, and then he continued, “Dip your your hands to the bottom of the buckets, and raise them up.”

Castor dips his left hand in his Graso bucket, and Bob dips his right hand in his Graso bucket. They pull their hands out and raise them in the air, and the oily Graso runs down their forearms. The energy level in the circle increases and blue lightning is now steadily arcing between all the trees encircling them. The air is moving in a vortex around the circle and increasing in speed like a tornado. The sound of the rushing air is almost deafening.

“Insert now!” Pan shouts over the rushing wind.

Castor points the fingers of his left hand, tucks his thumb, touches the fingers to Pollux’s asshole and pushes in firmly. Bob  points the fingers of his right hand, tucks his thumb, touches the fingers to Hios’ asshole and also pushes in firmly. Both Castor and Bob have their fingers in up to the knuckles on the hands and meet resistance.

“Push in harder! You must get all the way deep inside them!” shouted Pan.

“OOOWWW!” cried Pollux, and “Squeal!” cried Hios, as they both wince and grit their teeth. Doing their best to relax their assholes. Then the Graso’s special muscle relaxing properties take effect.

Suddenly, Pollux’s and Hios assholes relax and slide over their knuckles. Castor and Bob’s hands slide in up to their wrists.

“Keep going boys! Push harder!” encouraged Pan.

Castor and Bob obey and continue pushing in until they are both in up to their elbows.

“That’s it! Hold right there!” Pan smiles broadly, and suddenly blue lightning arcs from every tree ringing the circle to Pan’s ram-like horns. The energy flows through Pan, down his arms and into Castor and Bob who arch their backs sharply in surprise. The energy flows through them and through their arms that they have deeply inserted into Pollux’s and Hios’ bowels. Pollux and Hios feel a warmth growing in their groins. Increasing in temperature until it becomes uncomfortably hot.

“OW! It’s burning!” cried out Pollux. “Oink!- Oink!” agreed Hios.

“Hold each other tight! Don’t let go of each other! You will be fine!” encouraged Pan.

Then instantaneously, as though a switch were turned off, there was complete silence. No more arcs of blue lightning, no more rushing wind. The five of them froze in place for a moment like stone statues.

“You two can pull your arms out of their asses now.” said Pan to Castor and Bob, breaking the silence.

“AAAHHH!” moaned Pollux and Hios as Castor and Bob pulled their arms out with a wet sucking sound.

Pollux and Hios are still tightly hugging each other, with the uncomfortable heat quickly dissipating.

“You can let go of each other now. Let us see the results!” said Pan with great anticipation.

They released each other and each take a step back to look at the results of the other. The Pig-Man now has a flaccid 10 inch cock and large low-hanging balls between his legs! He reaches down and feels his new genitals and snorts in delight. And, Pollux has nothing, just a patch of sandy-brown pubic hair. He rubs his fingers down between his legs and feels his new pee-hole now in his taint. He grins and tears of joy flood from his eyes.

“Thank you, Lord Pan!” Pollux cries out in pure joy as he hugs Pan tightly, burying his face in his hairy chest.

Hios hugs Bob tightly as he telepathically sends images of joy and thankfulness to Pan. Bob loves the feeling of that large cock and low balls pressing against his thighs. And, he know that soon, that cock is going to be pounding in his ass.

“All is exactly as you have asked of me, and I am pleased with all of you!” Pan grinned still hugging Pollux in his large arms.

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While Pan was attending to these things in the oak grove, Kairon Prince of the Centaurs arrives. He sees the large canopy set up in a level area between the road and the cabin and proceeds there. Sir Pahkis, the High Shepherd, and the 12 Elders of the Eastern Province are waiting patiently for an audience with their God, King, and High Lord, Pan. The 12 Elders are comprised of: 4 Human Farmers, 4 Human Shepherds, and 4 Satyrs. All together they constitute the High Council, and each of the 4 Provinces of Pan’s Kingdom has it’s own High Council. Once every 10 years there is a Great Council when all 4 High Shepherds and 48 Elders meet.

Kairon walks up to the canopy but does not enter. “Good afternoon! Can you tell me where I might find Lord Pan?” asked Kairon with his aristocratic Atlantean accent. He is tall and very handsome with dark brown eyes, and short dark chestnut hair on his head that matches the color of his equine lower body. His Human torso is a bronze-tan and very muscular with thick dark curly hair on his chest and under his arms. His horse-like tail is almost black in color, long and shiny, and silky to the touch.

“Prince Kairon! My old friend! What brings you to the Eastern Province?” Pahkis jumps to his feet, walks over, and shakes the Centaur’s hand. “Please come in and enjoy our food and wine.” Sir Pahkis continued before Kairon could answer.

“There is a confidential matter that I must discuss with Lord Pan, and I couldn’t risk sending a messenger.” Kairon explained as he gracefully walked in under the large canopy.

“Please make yourself comfortable here with the Eastern Provincial Elders. I will go let Pan know you are here.” said Sir Pahkis, then he walks up past the cabin and down the well-worn path to the oak grove. He sees Pan in the central clearing with Castor, Pollux, Hios, and Bob. Pollux releases Pan from a hug and is smiling broadly. He immediately notices something drastically different with Hios and Pollux. Hios now has large Satyr-like genitals exactly like his own, and Pollux has no genitalia at all!

“What in the World has happened here!?” Sir Pahkis asks in confusion and disbelief.

“Father! I requested that Pan transfer my genitals to Hios, and he granted my wish!” Pollux paused beaming with happiness and then continued, “Father, don’t be angry with me, this is what I really want. And, it corrects a great injustice done to Hios.”

“My Son! I only care about what makes you happy!” Sir Pahkis hugs Pollux tightly, feeling his own large cock pressing against Pollux’s now empty crotch.

“Thank you, Father!” said Pollux, and then he asks, “I saw you hurrying down the hill. What is the Matter?”

“Oh! Lord Pan.” Sir Pahkis looks seriously at his Lord, “Kairon Prince of the Centaurs has arrived and requests to speak to you on a confidential matter. He said that he could not risk sending a messenger.” As Sir Pahkis finished, urine drained from his bladder out his cock and puddled on the ground.

“My old friend Prince Kairon is here!?” exclaimed Pan. “Well, I shall go up immediately and greet him!” Pan immediately departs the clearing. He walks through the grove and toward the path that leads to the cabin, with Sir Pahkis following along behind. As Sir Pahkis is leaving the grove a long thick turd emerges from his ass and drops to the ground. Sir Pahkis makes a quick prayer of thanks to Pan for the highly respected blessing of complete incontinence. Pan hears him and smiles.

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Hios and Bob again embrace tightly and they kiss long and deep. Bob can feel Hios’ large cock begin to grow erect. Castor runs his hand between his brother’s legs, exploring his empty crotch and fingering his new pee-hole, now in his taint near his asshole. Castor’s cock also begins to stiffen.

“Now! People can tell us apart!” exclaimed Castor, and Pollux smiled broadly.

Hios sends Bob a telepathic image of him on his hands and knees, and Bob immediately complies. His own thick 5 inch (14cm) cock fully erect, leaking cum, and now looking pathetic compared to Hios rock-hard 12 inch (31cm) long, (8cm) 3 inch thick meat and those large low-hanging balls. Hios gets down on his hands and knees behind Bob and sticks his pig-snout in his ass-crack, and his tongue in Bob’s asshole.

“Fuck! That feels so good having your long rough pig-tongue in my ass!” moaned Bob with cum steadily dripping from his cock to the ground.

Castor gently guides Pollux down on his hands and knees beside Bob. Then Castor gets down on his hands and knees beside Hios and behind Pollux. Castor inspects his brother’s empty crotch again. He sees a drop of sterile semen run out of Pollux’s pee-hole in his taint. Castor roughly shoves his face into his magically-castrated brother’s ass-crack. Probing his asshole as deeply as he can with his tongue.

“Fuck me, Brother!” cried out a very horny Pollux with a deep ache in his crotch.

Hios long pig-tongue touches a turd in Bob’s bowel; he needs to make room to accommodate his new long thick cock. He sends an image to Bob of him pooping. Bob immediately knows what to do and pushes down with his bowel muscles and a long thick turd begins to emerge from his asshole. Bob pushes it out slowly, giving time for Hios bite off large chunks, chew, and swallow. Bob can feel that his turds are a lot thicker since he was fisted by the Pig-Man last night. He keeps pushing and Hios grunts with delight and eats it all right down. Bob finishes pooping with a loud fart, and Hios licks and tongues his hole clean.

Hios gets up on his knees and places his large cock-head on Bob’s asshole and steadily pushes in. Castor assumes the same position behind Pollux and inserts his cock in his brother’s asshole. Castor looks over at Hios, beside him, watching his twin’s cock now on the Pig-Man and fucking Bob. Castor and Hios begin fucking their lovers in sync, thrusting in and pulling out with the same rhythm.

Pollux takes Bob’s hand as they both feel the anal orgasm contractions beginning, and waves of pleasure radiate up from their battered prostates. They lean together and kiss deeply as their lovers lustfully sodomize their ever-loosening assholes.

Castor and Hios increase the speed of their thrusts, their pubic regions smacking loudly onto ass-cheeks as though they were one. Faster and Faster as Bob and Pollux remain locked in a passionate kiss, until their anal orgasms become too much to bare and both powerfully ejaculate simultaneously.

“AAAAHHHH! OOOOHHHH!” Pollux and Bob raise their heads together and howl. Bob’s load shooting far out in front of him from between his arms. And, Pollux’s load shooting from his new pee-hole in his taint, against Castors long scrotum and running down off his large balls onto the ground.

Pollux’s and Bob’s assholes tightly grip Castor’s and Hios’ huge cocks. They trust in hard one last time, their balls pull upward, and they ejaculate their massive loads deep into their lover’s bowels. Hios is amazed by the amount of semen he now shoots and then remembered: Pollux and Castor have an ancient Satyr ancestor. That’s why their genitals are so large and produce so much semen. Hios thinks to himself, “It was almost worth being castrated! My genitals were average for a Human. Now, I’ve been gifted Satyr-like genitals from my friend who didn’t want them!”

The two Alphas collapse down over their submissive lovers, and hug them tightly for a few moments until they all catch their breath. Then, Castor and Hios raise up and pull their flaccid cocks out of Pollux’s and Bob’s assholes, and stand up. They help Bob and Hios to their feet and semen runs freely out of their loose assholes and down the backs of their legs. Sweat is running in streams off all their bodies. Castor embraces and kisses Pollux, and Hios embraces and kisses Bob.

“How about a quick cool-off in the lake, and then we better check on our guests. I’m looking forward to meeting Prince Kairon!” suggests Bob, still breathing a bit heavily because of the heat of the day.

“Yes, I’m feeling over-heated, too!” agreed Pollux.

“Sounds good to me!” agreed Castor.

“Oink!-Oink!” agreed Hios.

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Several miles away: Billy, Mavros, and Xanthos walk on the path Eastward for over three hours. The ruins seem endless. This was obviously a city of immense size.

“Wow, these ruins seem to go on forever!” said Billy, and then they walk out of the jungle onto a sandy beach. “Well! I spoke too soon!”

“Look Billy! The ruins extend out into the sea!” said Mavros excitedly.

“I don’t think our Brothers have ever explored this far!” exclaimed Xanthos.

“No, they haven’t, or they would have spoken of this!” agreed Mavros.

The three explorers sees the remains of three long stone piers extending out into the sea. “Aha! This was a port city!” surmised Billy.

“It’s very hot today! Let’s cool off in the sea.” suggested Mavros.

“Yes! I’ll race you there!” yells out Xanthos as he transforms into his Human body and then runs as fast as he can to the water.

“Hey! That’s not a fair race!” yells Mavros back as he transforms and runs after Xanthos.

Billy tries to run after them still as a Satyr, and finds his hooves don’t have good traction in the loose sand. He transforms and runs after his friends into the water.

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Lord Pan and Sir Pahkis walk past the cabin to the canopy, where the esteemed Elders and a special guest is waiting.

“Prince Kairon! My old friend, so good to see you!” Pan embraces Kairon in a tight hug and kisses him deeply on the lips before Kairon can respond.

“Lord Pan! The journey was long but worth every step to see you now!” said Kairon, breaking the overly-long kiss with the Elders watching.

“My Master Shepherd says you have something of grave importance to tell me. Let us adjourn to the stable where we may speak privately.” said Pan with a broad smile. He paused briefly and continued, “Sir Pahkis, see to it that we are not disturbed.”

“Yes, my Lord.” said Sir Pahkis with slight bow from the waist.

“Come with me.” said Pan to Kairon. They walk to the stable that’s adjacent to the cabin. When they’re inside Pan asks, “What brings you on such a long journey? Although, I am very happy to see you.”

Kairon looks gravely at Pan and says, “Something strange is happening in the ruins of the Great City of the Titans, their ancient capital city of Atlantis. My Centaur Warriors have seen Wood-Nymphs, from Hera’s colony on the Eastern slope of Mount Olympus, coming and going to the old city. And, sometimes at night there’s a red fiery glow in the sky over the ancient ruins. On the Great Grassy Plain that surrounds the ruins, we’re frequently feeling ground tremors. We fear that Hera is doing something that she shouldn’t.”

The look on Pan’s face becomes more serious as he hears the news from Kairon, “You did the right thing by coming to me personally.” he moves closer to Kairon and drops his voice to a whisper, “The war that devastated this world and the other Earth happened millions of years before I was born, but my Father Zeus has told me some details that are not recorded in the sacred scrolls.”

“Go on, what we speak of here is between you and I.” assured Kairon.

“I trust you, my friend. No one else must know what I’m about to tell you. Do you understand?” asked Pan.

“Yes, please go on.” urged Kairon.

“The most powerful of the Titans were never destroyed. They were imprisoned.” Pan paused to let the gravity of that statement sink into Prince Kairon.

“But, we’ve always been taught that they were destroyed. The scrolls say ‘utterly defeated’. The tense in the ancient language can be translated as destroyed.” said Kairon, who is known as a renown religious scholar among the Centaurs.

“Zeus phrased it that way intentionally. Semantics for the Human Scholars to argue over for millennia. The truth is, that here and on the other Earth, are imprisoned very dangerous, very powerful, beings that used to rule both universes. When my Father Zeus and the Olympians won that war they were all gravely injured, and there were ancient Olympians who were totally annihilated, erased from existence. You know from the scrolls that it’s forbidden to make a settlement, or to colonize, any of the ancient Titan cities.”

“Yes, that’s what makes the activity in the ancient Titan capital very disturbing.” said Kairon.

“Under those ruins is imprisoned the second most powerful Titan of all”. Pan paused, unsure if he should continue. There are certain secrets that the Olympians have decreed not to be revealed until the lesser races evolve toward their own godhood. Pan decided it was time, “Gaia, Queen of the Titans.”

“Gaia! We always viewed her as a benign Earth-Mother Titan Goddess.” said Kairon.

“Yeah, she’s not benign. She’s Grandmother to Zeus and Mother of all the Titans who made war against him. Her husband, Uranus, is imprisoned on the other Earth.” said Pan, and Kairon looks utterly shocked at this revelation. Pan paused for a moment and continues, “That is why the God’s still have a great interest in the other Earth, and keep an eye on things there.”

“How many of the Titans are imprisoned?” asked Kairon, trying to comprehend what Pan has revealed to him.

“Too many. I don’t know the exact number, but I can tell you I’ve heard the God’s mention four of them by name on the other Earth, and three of them by name here. That doesn’t mean there may not be more. The strangest thing is that the Olympians will occasionally go and converse with them, ask them questions. That is all I know. Most things about the Titans are a great mystery even to me.” answered Pan.

“Very strange indeed.” sighed Kairon.

“Don’t look so down my friend. I’ve often thought of when I would get to see you again. I’m so very glad you’re here.” said Pan tightly embracing the Centaur around the waist. Pan being 7 feet (213cm) tall is face to face with Kairon, and he returns the passionate embrace and kisses Pan firmly and deeply on the lips.

Pans massive 14 (36cm) inch long, 4 inch (10cm) thick, cock becomes erect and is squeezed between their passionate embrace. “Well, what would you like to do with that?” Kairon asks playfully, already knowing the answer.

They release their mutual hug and Pan walks around behind Kairon, he takes pleasurable notice of the Centaur’s fully erect horse-like cock. Pan’s ass begins to ache with desire for that cock, but he must attend to Kairon’s ass first.

Pan lifts up Kairon’s long dark silky horse-tail and licks his large black equine asshole. So much wonderful flavor here! He can taste everything Kairon has eaten in the last few days. Pan uses his tongue to thoroughly clean Kairon’s horse-ass; on and around his asshole and all the way down to his large, low-hanging testicles. Then, he comes back up to that enticing black pucker and plunges his long Satyr tongue in as far as it will go. He can feel the Centaur’s horse-like manure not far up his bowel. Usually, Centaurs, like horses, will poop wherever and whenever the urge comes upon them; Centaurs have no toilet customs or etiquette. But, Kairon knows what Pan wants, so he intentionally pushes down with his bowel muscles. Pan opens his mouth wide over the Centaur’s large asshole.

Horse-like manure emerges from Kairon’s equine asshole, and Pan catches it in his mouth and chews and swallows it. He eats quickly not wanting to waste any. Fresh Centaur manure is a rare and delicious treat to any Satyr, and to some Humans.

“OOOOHHHH! This is so good! Give me more!” moaned Pan between the large dry clumps falling out of the Centaur’s asshole. Then, Kairon farted loud and hard in Pan’s face and was done.

Pan again inserts the full length of his tongue and snakes it around to clean out Kairon’s lower bowel. Pan finds the flavors not just intoxicating but immensely arousing. His enormous Satyr-cock is leaking a stream of semen, and his balls are aching.

Pan withdrawals his tongue and looks around for a moment. “Aha! This will do!” he said mostly to himself. He retrieves a bench with a wide seat that is sitting along the wall and places it behind Kairon.

Pan steps up on the bench, pleased that it’s the perfect height and touches his large wet cock-head to Kairon’s equine asshole. Then, he slowly pushes in holding on to the sides of Kairon’s horse-ass, and he keeps pushing, until Kairon’s asshole is gripping the base of his huge cock.

“I’ve missed your thick Satyr cock in my ass!” said Kairon softly as Pan begins to fuck him. Kairon’s rock-hard horse-cock is dripping large gobs of Centaur cum every time Pan thrusts in hard.

Pan quickens his thrusts and replies breathing heavily, “Yeah, and you’re going to return the favor in my ass.”

The thought of being fucked by Kairon pushes Pan to the edge and he slams his cock in faster and faster. Kairon is trembling with waves of pleasure from Pan’s enormous member stretching and pounding his asshole. Then Pan slams his cock in hard one last time, his balls raise up, and he begins to shoot a half gallon (2 liters) of Satyr semen deep into the Centaurs bowel. Pan lies over Kairon’s rump with his pulsating cock fully inserted and squirting his huge load. When his balls are completely relieved he pulls out his now flaccid member and it slaps heavily down on his legs.

Pan nimbly jumps down from the bench and takes a couple steps forward to Kairon’s side, and then gets down on his knees. He gently grasps a hold of the massive horse-like Centaur cock and takes as much into his mouth as he is able, and begins softly sucking on the large equine cock-head. Kairon is leaking a steady stream of Centaur precum as Pan gently strokes on the long thick shaft, being careful not to stimulate Kairon too much. Pan is enjoying drinking down the slowly flowing salty fluid, but he needs to satisfy the aching desire in his asshole. He stops sucking and stands up.

“Please, don’t stop! I need to cum!” begged Kairon. Pan walks over to the stable wall, spreads his goat-legs, bends over a bit, and leans against the wall with his Satyr’s goat-tail pointing straight up.

“Fuck me! I want your Centaur cock inside of me!” responds Pan.

Kairon doesn’t hesitate! He gallops a few steps forward and raises up on his hind legs, landing his front legs on Pan’s shoulders, who leans his ram-horns against the wall for more support. Pan feels Kairon’s equine cock-head touch his asshole, and then in one quick thrust Kairon pushes the entire 24 inch (61cm) length up Pan’s hairy ass. He trembles in ecstasy as the 5 inch (13cm) thick base of the horse-like cock stretches his hole wide open.

“AAAAHHHH! Yessssss! Fuck me hard!” bellowed Pan not caring if anyone outside the stable hears him. Waves of anal orgasms radiate upward from his stretched and battered asshole. His body quivers and shakes in pure sexual ecstasy.

Kairon grabs a hold of Pan’s ram-horns with both hands and fucks him fast and hard, as is the way of the Centaurs. Pounding into Pan’s ass over and over, harder and harder, faster and faster.

“OOOOHHHH! AAAAHHHH!” Kairon thrust in one last time clear to his cock’s thick base, and a gallon (4 liters) of Centaur semen floods deep up in Pan’s bowels.

Pan can feel Kairon’s cock pulsing as his immense load of hot cum is pumping up his ass. “Fill me!” groans Pan. Then Kairon does something unexpected.

“Hold still, and I’ll fill you some more.” said Kairon then he grunted loudly.

Kairon’s cock softens a bit and then Pan feels a flood of hot Centaur piss filling him up deep inside. Kairon sighs in relief as Pan feels his stomach distending outward from the gallons of urine surging up inside him; a deep Centaur-piss enema. When Kairon’s bladder is completely relieved he dismounts from Pan, pulling his cock out quickly, which soon retreats back up in it’s equine-like penile sheath.

Pan immediately goes into a squat position with his goat-legs spread wide and his elbows leaning on his knees. Gallons of Centaur piss and semen pour out of his asshole, down to the dirt floor, without him even having to push down with his bowels. Pan feels his stomach deflate and that his asshole is gaping wide open, and it’s going to stay like that for while. Pan stands up, goes to Kairon, and hugs him tightly. They kiss briefly and Pan breaks the embrace.

“Thank you my old friend, but by the shadows on the ground I am late for my meeting with the Elders. My servants will see to anything you want.” said Pan smiling. He walks out of the stable and to the canopy. His thick ass-hair wet and matted with Centaur cum and piss, and his loose asshole still leaking.

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Many miles away at the seashore, three young Satyrs have lost track of time as they play in the water, and explore the ancient stone piers that extend far out into the sea.

“Billy, the sun is moving low to the horizon. We better make our way back home.” said Mavros.

“Yes! We’ve been having so much fun, the afternoon has passed quickly.” added Xanthos.

“You’re right! It’s going to be dark before we cross through the ruins.” agreed Billy.

The young Satyrs take a quick dip in the sea to rinse the sand off their bodies and then walk toward the entrance to the path through the jungle ruins. When they enter the jungle the three transform back into their Satyr bodies. They set off back the path at a quick pace as the sun descends lower. They know the jungle will be very dark soon, and none of them want to spend the night in the jungle among these mysterious ruins; who knows what evil still lies buried here.

Satyrs have excellent night vision, but as the sun sank below the horizon they had to slow their pace. There are many trip-hazards across the pathway, and each of them has tumbled to the ground at least once. They stop for a quick break.

“How much further do you think to the archway?” asked Mavros.

“I think we’re getting close.” chimed in Xanthos.

“I agree. I think we’re only a couple miles from the archway.” said Billy. then he continued, “Did you know that archway is were I came from?”

“No! We heard Pan rescued you, and helped bring out your true Satyr nature.” said a surprised Mavros.

“We thought you were stranded here, like most humans are, by crossing one of the natural Gates that open over the seas.” continued Xanthos.

“Like Bob. Most humans are taken to Arcadia City to learn our language and adapt to life in Atlantis, because they’re forbidden from returning to the other Earth.” explained Mavros.

“Not me, I came through that archway! And, I was born with the power to activate it. Pan told me that!” bragged Billy.

“No! Really?” gasped Xanthos. “I’d love see what that other Earth looks like. Our ancestors lived there thousands of years ago, while helping the Humans develop into a civilization.”

“Let’s go! We’re almost there and you can show us how it works!” said Mavros as he took off again quickly toward the archway.

Less than two miles more and the Satyr explorers emerge from the jungle path, and see the ancient stone archway in front of them in the moonlight. They walk through the arch and turn around, looking back the way they have just came.

“How does it work?” asks Xanthos.

“I’m not sure. Pan had me put my hand on it.” said Billy, and then he places his right hand on the right side of the stone arch. Immediately, a low vibration begins in the stone archway, and deep in the ground beneath them. The stone arch takes on a soft blue-green glow and pulses. Like a machine or computer going through a start-up sequence.

“Something’s happening!” shouted Mavros. 

“This is what happened before! Put your hands on the arch with me, it might help!” Billy yells out excitedly, and Mavros and Xanthos also place their right hands on the arch beside Billy.

The hum grows louder and the vibration stronger, and the stones of the archway begin to glow brighter and pulse through all the colors of the light spectrum. A loud whirling sound, like the rush of wind and water fills the air.

“Keep your hands on the archway, no matter what!” shouts Billy.

Lightning flashes inside the archway and the ground trembles, a thick glowing mist forms within the arch like a curtain, which then begins to swirl into a vortex. It stabilizes into a standing whirlpool and the stone arch hums loudly and steadily, and glows and pulses more brightly.

“That’s it! The Gate is open! Just like how Pan did it!” Billy shouts above the humming archway.

“Can we go through for a quick look?” asks Mavros.

“Oh yes Billy, please let us take a quick look!” urges Xanthos.

“Sure! I don’t see why not. This archway is deep in a forest with no one around for miles. Let’s go!”, said Billy and the three walk over to the middle of the arch way. They look at each other and giggle, and then step through the vortex together.

The three emerge on the other side, “Home sweet home for me!” said Billy.

“The air smells very different here. Not bad, just different.” said Mavros

“Yes, and look!” Xanthos says pointing to the right. “The ruins here look exactly like the ones on our Earth.”

“I thought so! So, the slaves of the Titans had cities on both worlds and traveled between them.” surmised Billy. Then an unexpected voice from a short way down the road to their left, and a campfire!

“BILLY!… BILLY YODER!…” the voice called out over the hum of the archway, and the three Satyrs momentarily froze in fright.

“Fuck! Let’s get out of here!” Billy yells as he grabs his friends by the arms and drags them back through the archway.

Back on the other side, the three young Satyrs run as fast as they can back toward the safety of Pan’s cabin.

John emerges through the archway and stops, “Stop! I’m not going to hurt you!”. He yells after the Satyrs. Suddenly, Brad runs into him from behind, almost knocking him over.

“Where’d they go?” asked Brad out of breath.

“I don’t know, but they sure can move fast.” answered John, as the vortex in the archway dissipates with a soft whoosh.

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Billy, Mavros, and Xanthos sprint for about a mile before stopping to listen for any pursuit, knowing well that Satyrs are much stronger and faster than Humans.

“I don’t hear them coming after us. Who are they, Billy?” asks Mavros.

“I don’t know for sure, but they may be the men who were hunting me when Pan rescued me.” said Billy nervously.

“I heard one of them cross over, and yell after us.” said Mavros.

“We better go tell Pan right away, or we’re going to be in big trouble.” said Xanthos.

“You mean bigger trouble that we already are.” said Billy.

They walk quickly back toward the cabin, listening carefully for anyone following them. Soon, they see the tiki-torches that encircle the canopy where Pan is meeting with the Elders.

Pan stands up to addresses the Elders and close the meeting, “Thank you all for being so diligent in your duties here today. I am proud of all of you. Let us affirm to meet again in 6 months. Are we agreed?”

All 12 Elders and High Shepherd Sir Pahkis signified agreement. Pan walks out of the canopy toward the cabin to see if Billy has returned. He has a strange feeling that there’s something wrong.

“Gentlemen, there is no need to travel tonight. Please stay here and enjoy Lord Pan’s hospitality for the night. Hios, and the other servants, will see to your comfort.” said Sir Pahkis. It has been a long day for the old man, and he is looking forward to bedding down in one of the empty stalls in the stable. He knows Hios has already prepared him one with fresh straw and rolled up sheepskins to use as pillows.

The three young Satyrs walk quickly up to the large canopy and see Sir Pahkis.

“Sir Pahkis, were is Pan?” Billy asks urgently.

“He went into the cabin, just a minute ago. Probably looking for you!” said Sir Pahkis with a warm smile.

“Thank you!” said Billy, and the three went to the cabin.

“Pan?” asks Billy as he enters the front door, and then he sees him.

“My sweet Billy Goat! I was just looking for you! Did you and your friends have fun exploring?” asks Pan, happy to see see Billy, Mavros, and Xanthos.

“We had lots of fun! We followed the path through the ruins all the way to the sea, then we swam and explored all afternoon!” said Billy excitedly.

“All the way to the sea! That’s a very long walk!” replied Pan, and then he looks deep in Billy’s eyes. “What’s wrong? I know you have something to tell me.”

“On the way back I told Mavros and Xanthos how you rescued me, and brought me through that archway… I bragged to them how I might be able to open the portal… And then… I did.” confessed Billy, almost in tears.

“You opened the Gate by yourself!?” Pan asked with a very surprised expression.

“Well, I had Mavros and Xanthos put their hands on the arch too. I think that might have helped.” said Billy.

“What else happened? I know there’s more.” asked Pan furrowing his brow slightly.

“We went through the Gate to the other Earth… my old Earth… And, there were two men there. One of them yelled my name. We came back through right away, but…” Billy hesitated.

“But what?” Pan prodded.

“I think they followed us back through… I’m not sure… We ran back here as fast as we could.” Billy paused on the verge of tears. “I think they might be the men who were hunting me. To… you know… hurt me.” And, the tears flowed down Billy’s cheeks.

Pan steps over to the back door. Hios, Bob, Castor, and Pollux are all standing just outside, and they overheard the conversation Pan had with Billy.

“Did you all hear everything Billy just told me?” Pan asked the four of them, and they all nodded.

“What can we do to help?” asks Bob very seriously, knowing fully well the gravity of the situation: The existence of Atlantis must remain a secret from the other Earth, and any Humans who accidentally come here must never return.

“I need you all to come with me. We must apprehend these men and bring them back here.” said Pan who then turns to face Billy. He walks over, kneels down, and embraces the young crying Satyr and gently kisses him on the head. “Don’t you worry, my sweet Billy Goat. We will do whatever has to be done to fix this. Did you see them carrying any weapons?” Hios, Bob, Castor and Pollux had followed Pan back into the cabin, and they were listening for Billy’s answer.

“I don’t know. I didn’t get a good look at them.” answered Billy with his tears subsiding.

Pan stands up and looks over at the four, “Let’s go find them and bring them back here. Try not to harm them, but we have to assume they’re armed and dangerous. Hios, bring two of the weighted nets.” Hios removes a chest from under the table and opens it. He pulls out two nets that are circular, 6 feet (1.8 meters) in diameter, and weighted around the edge. These are normally used for fishing and catching fowl. Hios hands one of the nets to Castor, who is very experienced in using it.

Hios, Bob, Castor, and Pollux dutifully follow Pan out the front door, and down the path to the road.

Sir Pahkis and Prince Kairon are chatting outside the stable and they see Lord Pan and the four others depart.

“Where are they going?” Prince Kairon asks Sir Pahkis.

“I don’t know, but it looks like there might be some trouble. I’m sure we’ll know soon enough.” replied the High Shepherd

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Coming soon: Billy and the Gods of Atlantis – Part 4: The Caravan