The Satyr

Chapter 5

Winning over an Elemental

Refreshed by the supper and an isotonic drink, with the facemask dangling at his chest, Artur smiled as his mother hugged him. 

“I knew you were meant for this when we moved here, my dearest son.” Kissing him lightly on the cheek, she added, “In a few more days you’re eighteen. Whatever happens, you’ll still be my son, and I’ll always love you.” Stepping back, she smiled, “Now go and take care of Daffydd. He needs you now. I’ve talked to his Mum and Dad, and agreed that you should stay here for as long as necessary.”

“Thanks, Mum,” raising the breathing mask, he fitted it carefully, tightening the web of straps and testing the seal. “It may be quite a while.”

“I know, my dear.” She seated herself again. “Now off you go. Daffydd’s waiting. Come to the house when you want to.”

Artur walked back to the grotto, his head spinning. Now he knew what ‘love’ really meant, and he would show it to both the ‘beast’ in Daffydd, and to Daffydd himself. Entering the cage, he shut the door and asked the departing cousin to lock it.

“You sure?” The cousin shrugged and laughed. “Well he’s fully restrained and you’re fully protected.” 

Artur seated himself beside the restrained satyr and rested a rubber covered hand on his friend’s chest.

“Daffydd, I trust you. I trust you even in this form, and dominated by our friend. Yes, Beast, I trust you too. I trust you because Daffydd is my friend, and more than a friend and you are part of him.”

“You trust me?” There were clearly two voices now.

“Yes, and I’m going to release you, so that we can sit together and talk about our future.” Pausing he sucked a deep breath. “Our future together. All three of us.” Standing, he began to release the chains attached to the cuffs on the satyrs legs, admiring the shapely calves and the polished hooves of its feet.

“Why are you doing this?” The ‘beast’s voice asked. “Do you not know I cannot be trusted not to make you my slave …” The beast declared as he stood and grasped Artur pulling him firmly against himself. “I have the power to control your sexual desires despite this suit you wear, and this restraint on my genitals. I could take you now, foolish youth, impregnate you and enslave you. Does this not frighten you? Is this what you want? To be my slave and to join your friend in his slavery?”

“Yes. You frighten me.” Artur found himself having the satyrs restrained and now aroused sex rammed against his own. “You frighten me. It frightens me to know that you can, but it is not what I want, and I don’t think it’s what you want either. Not for me, and not for Daffydd, and not for you. I think you’ve had to impose yourself and your desires on the bodies of the men you’ve possessed for too long, and fear losing control as much as we fear being forced to submit to you. When you take me, I want Daffydd to be the one … the satyr … not you. I want to be Daffydd’s lover, and he to love me.” Sensing the beast’s doubt, he continued, “And I think you want that too. You want us, yes, but as your hosts, your partners in pleasure, in love. I think you want an end to being simply tolerated, or having to struggle to subdue and control a body whose other occupant constantly wishes to wrest control back to himself, and comes to resent you or hate you when he can’t. All because someone in the past rejected you, refusing to accept you. I want to offer myself to Daffydd and to you as a sacrifice, if you want to call it that, of love. If I must share my body with you for the rest of my life, I want it to be in friendship, not anger and constant struggle, and not because you have enslaved us both.”

“I do not understand you.” The satyr released him, but Artur remained where he was.

“I do,” the voice was now Daffydd’s. “Artur, you should leave me. You should not give yourself like this. You have no idea of what it is like … the raging desire for sex … the uncontrollable urge … the struggle to remember I’m Daffydd … that I’m human …”

“I think I can imagine it, beloved Daffydd.” Slipping his arms around the satyr’s waist, Artur pressed his masked face to the satyr’s lips. “And I can’t bear seeing you suffer like this. Beast, let us sit down and talk — all of us.”

The discussion went on for some time. The ‘Beast’ gradually admitting his frustration at always having to force his ‘host’ bodies to submit to his will. Daffydd joined Artur in persuading him to see the advantage of joining them in a less domineering relationship and finally meekly submitted to being chained once more to his couch shortly before the cousin assigned to relieve Artur arrived.

Artur repeated his risky action on the following three nights, and on the fourth was present when the now restored Daffydd was released from his cage. He stepped out of the shower to find Artur, like himself naked except for the chastity belts they both wore, holding a large towel ready.

“Feeling better, my love?” Artur asked wrapping him in the towel. Focussing his mind, he asked, “And you, Beast of the Forest? Are you still afraid we might betray you?”

“I — you — feel different. Why do you do this?” The Beast ‘voice’ asked.

“I told you in the cage, many times.” Artur kissed Daffydd tenderly. “I do it because I want to share my life with Daffydd, and if that means I share it and him with you, it is a price I am willing to pay for all our happiness.” Kissing Daffydd again, he continued, “Beloved, I have made up my mind. I will submit myself to you at the next time you change. In the meantime, I will live here, and learn what to expect when … “ 

Wrapping his friend in his arms, Daffydd kissed him, and Artur felt the satyr relax, ‘hearing’ its voice say, “I shall look forward to impregnating you and making you as Daffydd is … But I make a condition. I too wish to be free to roam in my true form, free and unrestrained, not forever confined to a cage in the grotto. Will you accept allowing me this freedom?”

“I will, if Daffydd agrees. We will persuade the family to allow us and you, more freedom.”

Stretched out on the narrow beach, Artur watched the birds wheeling overhead. Daffydd propped himself on one elbow and admired his friend’s physique, now filling out after three weeks of physical work on the farm. Daffydd always wore a tight rubber suit when working, and leather open crotch jeans that accommodated the huge prison holding his genitals, and Artur quietly adopted a similar outfit. Now they were both naked as they lay side by side. The chastity belt encasing Artur’s genitals shone in the light, in contrast to the heavier and much larger device encasing Daffydd’s. 

“Tonight, my darling, I must return to the cage.” Daffydd smiled. “Are you going to join me?”

“Of course, my love. I said so.” Artur touched his lover’s face. “I’m frightened by the thought of you entering my … opening. You are so large …” He smiled. “But I will submit myself, as I have promised.” Tapping his chastity belt, he added, “This will stay in place until you remove it. Please leave it in place for the first time you enter me … It will be my first time …”

“Then we will be gentle,” the voice of the satyr said. The weeks of regular contact and the friendship between Artur and Daffydd had begun to reduce the satyr's suspicion, and it now showed in his ’voice’. “Don’t be afraid, Artur, we will ensure that your joining us is a pleasure and a joy.”

“Thank you,” Artur raised himself and kissed Daffydd tenderly. “When we are released again, will you bring me here and make love with me the way you did when we first met here?”

“If you wish, of course,” Daffydd returned the kiss. “Come on, time we washed the sand off and went home. My cage awaits, and you need to prepare.” 

Emerging from the water, Artur made to dress, but Daffydd stopped him. “No, my love, we go home just as we are, just as we will now always be …” 

Artur laughed as he noticed his friend’s feet had become hooves. “Alright for you, my darling. But I need shoes — at least for this time! And a mystery solved! It was you visiting the pool and leaving these tracks.”

“Of course, my darling Artur.” Daffydd kissed him. “I really wanted to see you … hoped I’d find you …”

Laughing and joking they walked hand in hand up the ravine, which became a natural tunnel and emerged in the open part of the grotto, back to the farm, their clothes abandoned at the pool. At the farm they were met by an anxious Mr Merthyr. 

“Are you still …? He began, then saw Daffydd’s hooves and the fur forming on his legs.

“Yes, I am.” Artur declared, grasping the key at his neck. “But first …” Lifting the leather string over his head, he knelt in front of Daffydd and pressed the key into the lock, then carefully released the huge rising erection. Looking up into his friend’s already changing eyes, he smiled, kissed the huge glans and sucked the precum, savouring it. “Go my love, go and get ready to take me to yourself so we can free the satyr …”

“It’s traditional, Artur, that the person offering himself is presented in a manner that renders him unable to escape or resist. A legacy if you like.” 

“I know.” Artur smiled. “Daffydd — the satyr — told me, and I told him I would follow the tradition as a token of my submission to him on Daffydd’s behalf.” Submitting to having his wrists secured to the belt at his waist, he asked, “There is something I must ask. If, as with Daffydd, the satyr selects his offering at an early age, why does he speak of betrayal, and of his chosen youth having ‘run away’? Surely you cannot escape if, like Daffydd, you begin the process of becoming a satyr before puberty?”

“It was not always this way.” Daffydd’s father paused, fastening hobbles to Artur’s ankles. “Originally the satyr waited until his chosen youth was grown and of age. Then that youth would be bedded by his predecessor. It was never a random selection, the satyr tried to befriend and then attract his intended … usually it worked for both, but one of the chosen, having accepted the role, Rhodri Chelyn, fell under the influence of an outsider, and on the night he had agreed to be taken to bed, ran away. The satyr was distressed, then furious, and declared that since we could no longer be trusted, changed the system — imposing his choice from the birth of his successor body.”

“What happened to this Rhodri?” Artur asked feeling a little tingle. His father had also been named Rhodri, and had abandoned his wife and baby son to live with a friend and fetishist. Could he have been a relative of the original Rhodri?

“The family, in an effort to appease the satyr and to keep the rewards he gives us, pursued Rhodri.” He gestured in a resigned fashion. “I think they made it worse, because they dragged him back here, and forced him to the ‘bedding’. Him and his companion, the demon hunter. Ever since the satyr has distrusted us, and we have distrusted him. He needs our bodies to live in this world, and we … need his ability to make this land as plentiful as it is.”

“That explains a lot,” Artur frowned as he considered this. There had to be some connection between his father and the Rhodri responsible for the curse. “And they, in their resistance, provoked the distrust the satyr now feels.” He flexed his butt, now loaded with a soothing lubricant cream. “Thank you for telling me. My mother may have told you — my father’s name was also Rhodri.” He grinned nervously, “I think I know how the original Rhodri must have felt about having to submit to the satyr fucking him …” Giggling nervously, he said, “He’s very, um, large … and I’m frightened at the thought of having him …”

“I understand,” Mr Merthyr nodded. “I should warn you … have you ever seen how much seed a stallion ejaculates?” Artur nodded. “That’s about what he’ll put into you …”

The walk to the grotto was difficult in his restraints, but, nervous though he was, Artur managed it. Taken to the first closed arch, it opened and he was left facing another heavy door. His companions, in their fully enclosing rubber suits, left him. After a moment, the door before him began to open and he shuffled forward, to enter a large chamber with a fountain at it’s centre. Soft green light lit the scene and he noted the large latex covered bed to one side, and other furnishings suggestive of bondage. The arousing scent of sexual excitement was almost overwhelming.

The satyr sat in a large chair to one side of the bed, his erection on display and intimidating. He smiled as Artur bowed.

“Welcome to my lair.”

“Here I am, Daffydd. Restrained as is traditional I’m told, but here of my own free will to become your lover and partner as I promised.”

The satyr rose on his hooves and Artur’s restraints vanished.

“You still have a choice, Artur. Neither I nor Daffydd will blame you if you leave. You have shown yourself loyal to your friend, and willing to share his fate, but he is afraid for you.” There was a feeling of surprised admiration. “He truly loves you! The door will open if you approach it, and you will be free to go.”

“No, Daffydd. No, Beast of the Forest.” Artur walked forward smiling. “I will not run away and leave Daffydd alone to his fate. My father was another Rhodri. He left my mother and me to follow his own heart, I will follow mine. Daffydd, I love you and I’m here to surrender myself to you, with or without the restraints that bound Rhodri Chelyn and without the resentment that he introduced.” Kneeling, Artur kissed the gleaming glans, tasting again the salty precum. “Take me, Daffydd, take me, Beast, and make me yours. Together we will accept the outcome if my love is judged lust. Together we can change the fate of future offerings, and together we can show our possessor what love is …”

Lifting him to his feet, the satyr kissed him, the animal tongue exploring his mouth. Then he was scooped into those powerful arms and carried to the bed. “I accept your offering, Artur, son of Rhodri.” The satyr Daffydd held him tenderly. “My entry will be painful, my love, but once you have adjusted to it, it will be pleasant.” Placing him on the bed, the satyr arranged him on his side. “Draw your leg up — just so.” 

Looking over his shoulder Artur saw his companion positioning himself behind him, then felt the touch of that huge glans against his lubricated opening and tried to relax. Slowly the pressure increased and he bit his lip as his sphincter began to open and stretch, struggling not to cry out at the pain as the huge ‘head’ stretched him wide. He whimpered  as the flared edges slipped inside him and the long shaft followed. Tears of pain and pleasure spilled from his eyes as the satyr finally sank his full length inside him. A sob escaped him. “It hurts, beloved Daffydd, but it gets better …”

“You do well, Artur. You will make a good servant companion. Your body responds well to me and will adapt to my presence and form readily.” The kiss on his neck was gently and loving. “Now show Daffydd your love and let him feel your submission.”

Slowly the giant penis began to move in his anus, and Artur felt the pain subside, replaced by an indescribable sense of pleasure.

“Thank you, Daffydd," he whispered as the gentle rhythm soothed him, the tears of pain turning to tears of loving pleasure. “Oh, my love, how I have longed to be your lover, your partner for life …”

“No, my love, thank you,” whispered Daffydd’s ‘voice’ in his ear. “Thank you for being … my friend and my lover.”

Artur barely felt the flood of cum as the satyr discharged its seed into him, but a few minutes later ‘heard’ it in his own head, saying, “We are now bound, Artur. From now onward I am in you, and of you, just as I am in and of Daffydd. Now you must show me what this ‘sacrificing love’ you spoke of really means.”

His head in a daze, Artur felt the giant penis leave his anus and then the removal of his chastity belt. The satyr Daffydd gave him an amazing sucking, and then let him do the same. Finally, exhausted and spent, he slept in the arms of the satyr, awaking refreshed after an hour to submit to being fucked again, this time because he sensed that both he and Daffydd wanted it. They slept, or Artur did, in Daffydd’s satyr embrace, and he awoke  in the soft green light, to find his lover gently caressing his chest with his hands, the heat of the satyr’s body warming him and the solid bulk of the creatures genitals pressed against him.

Turning his head, he whispered, “Daffydd, when will we know …?”

“We know already, Artur.” Daffydd’s lips found Artur’s cheek. “In the coming weeks and months you will become a satyr. He is in you now, and in me.”

“I am here, Artur,” The Beast’s voice was in his own head. “You must now keep your word and allow me regular freedom in my true form.”

“I shall do that willingly.” Artur replied, “But you must keep your promise, and allow Daffydd to be himself even when he is in this form. I will accept being your satyr form whenever you demand if Daffydd has the freedom to be himself …” Rolling over to face the satyr figure of Daffydd, he smiled, then kissed him. “Beloved, I must soon leave you here. I don’t want to, but I am told I may not remain with you during the day. Before I do, would you and your Beast like to fuck me again? Then I can spend the day apart knowing that I am full of your seed.” He smiled. “Call it a seal on my agreement with our Beast.”

“Then lay on your back, my dear Artur, and raise your legs. I want to look you in the eye as we make this coupling.” The voice was that of the satyr, but then Daffydd’s voice took over, “Beloved, this will be our gift … our seed to cement our pact with our friend and possessor.”

Artur lay back, raised and spread his legs and smiled as the massive ‘head’ touched his opening. He bit his lip as it began to stretch his muscle, a small grunt escaping him as it entered and then he wrapped his legs over his satyr lover and surrendered to a slow and loving fucking. For a long time after the satyr had flooded him with its cum, Artur remained impaled on the huge penis.

“We must part, Artur.” The double voices told him as the satyr withdrew himself. “And you must return to the human world.” Lifting him, the satyr voice of Daffydd said, “As a sign of our coupling, you must return as you came, fully restrained.” He gestured and Artur was once again hobbled, his arms secured and his chastity belt replaced with a different, very ornate and much bulkier kind. Kissing him, the satyr Daffydd smiled. “Go, my love. You are already starting to change. By the time of the next dark of the moon it will be starting to show and we will both need caging.”

“He is right, Artur,” the voice of the satyr in him said. “But I am now a part of you, and will help you adjust.”

“Daffydd, may I return tonight? May I spend the nights with you?”

“Tonight, my love, I must be caged. Ask my father to cage you with me …” Kissing Artur again, Daffydd helped him to the door. “Now go, my beloved. Treasure this night, and join me in our cage tonight.”

The door opened, and Artur struggled through it, the joy of his night with Daffydd filling him even as his body absorbed the hormones and the sperm that filled his rectum. “We are beginning, Artus,” the satyr in him said. “You and Daffydd will bring much joy to your family and to those who follow you.” There was a burst of pure joy inside him, and then the satyr added, “You will both be the most beautiful creatures here and we will all have nothing but pleasure to look forward to from this moment.”

Artur emerged from the grotto and smiled as Mr Merthyr strode forward to greet him.

“Good morning, sir.” Artur smiled. “Daffydd and I have been accepted, and we have a new pact with the satyr. Please take me to the house, secure me as you should, and tonight, place me in the cage with Daffydd. The Beast of the Forest is now possessing me, and when I am fully his, and Daffydd is returned to himself, we will explain the pact …”

“Then come with me, Artur.” The older man smiled. “The belt you are wearing is the belt used to restrain Rhodri Chelyn. It has not been used since he departed … I think I understand the implication.”

“Yes, it means that I am now chosen as Rhodri was, and unlike him, I wear this from choice and fully accept being possessed by the satyr.”