The Satyr

Chapter 1

The Renewed Friendship

Artur loved the quiet pool in the little valley a mile from his home on the edge of the village. For some reason no one else in the village ever visited it and he could sunbathe and swim there undisturbed by anything but the birdsong, a few insects and the occasional deer coming to drink. Shy, artistic, blessed with good looks and a naturally well proportioned body, he was a daydreamer. And he had a secret, one he kept from everyone. He was a dreamer, and often dreamed of an exotic, some might even say, erotic creature being his friend.

Behind it lay the reason he and his mother lived quietly in this hamlet — he knew, had known, from as long as he could recall, that he was ‘different’ to the other boys he met. He loved to be naked, and he liked to have other boys naked and ‘playing’ with him. Innocently he’d revealed his dream to another boy, and that had triggered an uproar when the other boy had mentioned it to a parent. It had been a very unpleasant period of strange visits from social services, doctors, police and a psychiatrist.

His mother was an artist, and he her only child. Largely as a result of his being accused of potentially ‘molesting’ another boy, they’d moved here soon after his tenth birthday, and he was being home schooled. He’d learned from the accusation and the subsequent furore to be ultra-private and discreet, made easier by the isolation and lack of contact with others his own age. It was made worse by the fact his mother was a rather Avantgarde artist and a single parent, divorced and his father had emigrated to Australia. So she moved him and herself to the small hamlet of Bryn Chelyn and rented a house from distant relatives of his father.

He’d made the ‘secret pool’ his refuge since he’d stumbled upon it soon after he’d arrived in the hamlet. There being only one other boy in the area — who lived on a farm about a half mile from the other end of the hamlet — he could have been lonely. But Daffydd, like himself, was being home schooled — it was said, because he suffered a disability that meant he could not attend a normal school —and they’d become friends. Together they swam in the pool, explored and played catch, hide and seek, and other active games. Where Artur swam naked, Daffydd always wore very thick leather or rubber shorts. The large ‘bulge’ at his crotch suggested that he was rather over endowed, but any suggestion of allowing a peek was always laughed away.

They quickly become friends, and their contact continued until Artur reached fourteen and Daffydd a little younger. Their wrestling had become much more physical, and Artur was often embarrassed by getting an erection when they accidentally made physical contact. Daffydd never commented or teased him, and appeared to find the contact acceptable, even pleasant, his own penis always hard in its confinement. 

Then, one day, Daffydd told Artur, “This will be our last time to play, Artur.” He stared into the water. “I have to go away … for treatment.”

“Go away? For treatment? What kind of treatment?” Artur was appalled and confused. His friend was physically perfect, apart from the rather prominent bulge at his crotch, and always in glowing health.

“Um, it’s a bit awkward to explain,” Daffydd said. “Something that runs in the family. I’m, um, becoming …” He stopped. “I can’t explain, but I have to go away …”

Artur protested, but to no avail, and now he was, as far as he knew, the only boy in the hamlet. The only child in fact.

The isolation didn’t bother him at all as he preferred reading, exploring and drawing to company. He was an outsider and didn’t enjoy being teased or bullied, especially when anyone discovered anything personal about him. He did miss the companionship he’d enjoyed with Daffydd, however. It was more than just the company, and he made something of a nuisance of himself, trying to find out where he was, and what had become of him. Finally, Daffydd’s father agreed to forward letters to him if Artur brought them to the farm. 

Artur put a lot of himself into the letters, sharing his loneliness, his yearning for their shared games and enjoyment. Without realising it, he was writing love letters to his friend. The replies were the same, full of the longing and sharing small details, little triumphs and small failures. He found the secret pool both a refuge and a place to think about his own future, now looming larger as he completed his schooling and having no idea what to look for, or indeed where to look, to find a career and an income.

The pool provided both a quiet undisturbed place to indulge in those activities he most enjoyed. Here he could be naked and free to indulge his growing sexual urges. Here he could sunbathe and let his imagination flow — often including Daffydd — and it provided the perfect place for polishing his drawing and painting skills. Occasionally he found himself sharing the ravine and the pool with shy deer, and once an otter, while the overhanging bushes were thronged with birds and insects. It’s seclusion was, in part, due to it’s being difficult to reach, the trees and bushes grew thickly around it, and the outflow was through a tortuous cleft of broken and jagged rocks. 

Whenever he visited it, he always checked the sand for tracks, largely hoping to see some human footprints, but, as always, there were only animal tracks. Deer, otter, birds, but this time he noted several sets of hoof prints, too small for a cow, too large for a goat or a sheep. They puzzled him, but he didn’t give it much thought.

Now almost eighteen his physique was filling out and puberty had developed his genitals giving him a new ‘interest’ in them. At the same time his past experience made him very wary of even the slightest contact with another male, and females had no attraction for him whatsoever.  He clambered down to ‘his’ secret pool set down the towel and his sketchpad and the bag with his water bottle and sandwiches on the narrow ‘beach’ he sunbathed on and stripped. Diving cleanly into the pool he surfaced, revelling in the feel of the cool water on his body, and, as always, the rising erection it gave him. 

Swimming quietly the length of the pool, he reached the outfall, then turned and swam gently back, his erection now rigid, and stopped as he realised there was a naked figure now sat on his beach. The newcomer smiled, and Artur recognised the boy he’d met and admired, occasionally played with when he’d first moved here, but not seen for a number of years.

“Hi. Remember me? Daffydd. I’ve missed you, but your letters made up for not being here.” He smiled. “But I can only come here now … at certain times. And you haven’t been here when I could be.”

“Daffydd! You’re back. O gods, I’ve missed you …” Artur tried to sink back into the water all to aware of his erection now. Daffydd excited him in an unfamiliar way. The guy was beautiful, and, even before reaching puberty, had always had a huge bulge in his pants. But more than that something about him sent Artur’s heart ablaze for something much more than sex. He wanted this guy to be in his life. Wanted him to be his partner, his lover, his ‘family’. “Um, I’m glad you’re back … it just hasn’t been the same since …” He swallowed. His erection refused to subside and Daffydd was the epitome of ‘beautiful’ as he sat on the sandy strip, his knees drawn up, ankles crossed and his hands folded over them hiding his genitals from view. For once, Artur noticed, not wearing anything at all. “Um,´is your treatment finished? Did it go well?”

“Treatment? Oh, that. Yes, and a couple of weeks ago I got the first dose of something that will move me on to becoming …” Daffydd looked embarrassed. “No, it’s not complete, and it’s going as expected … it brings a few restrictions on me unless …” Hesitating, he continued, “There’s an important thing — I’m hoping I can get lucky and meet the man I need here. One very special man …”

Artur’s heart raced. “Meet the man you need here? Who else comes here? I thought … Well, I thought only we ever came here.”

“That’s correct, only people like us can enter it, and it’s invisible to everyone else. Only you, and me, see this. Everyone else sees only the rocks and the water flowing out of a hole and over them into the stream.” Daffydd grinned and unfolded himself, standing to reveal his own erection. His penis was a good three inches across, and about three times as long, the exposed ‘head’ a deep pink, arrow shaped and the rim flared. It was unlike Artur’s own in that it was clearly muscular, and the scrotum below it was huge. “I think you are the one I have waited for. We have the same preference for sex and I’d really like to get to know you — if this thing scares you …” he indicated his massive erection, lowered it and curled it over his scrotum. “I’ll lock it away and give you the key …”

“Um,” Artur blushed, bewildered and a little intimidated by the other’s large and very solid member. “Lock it away?” He asked puzzled, as Daffydd responded with a grin.

“Okay. Into prison it goes.” Daffydd retrieved a heavy looking belt and pouch thing from where his clothes lay, and with practiced ease fitted his genitals into the metal and rubber moulded pouch, adjusted it, secured the heavy belt and locked it in place. Holding out the key, he smiled. “Here you are. You keep the key.” Teasing, he added, “Do get out of the water so I can at least see more of you.” He laughed. “Or you shrivel up down there like you used to do …”

“Er, okay, but I …” Artur rose out of the water, his seven inch circumcised erection on display as the water streamed off him. “Um, I need to warn you, I’m, um, a potential molester, a homosexual they called it … or I would be if … according to the social shits who said I was anyway.”

“So what?” Daffydd flipped the thin leather string with the key to his chastity belt over Artur’s head. “So am I, and I want to be ‘molested’. In fact I’ve been coming here regularly when I could to be ‘molested’ …” Kissing his surprised companion, he grinned. “Want to fuck me?”

“Er, um, do you ..?” He swallowed. “You want me to …?”

“Yes.” Daffydd kissed him again, this time hungrily and with his tongue demanding entry. Arthur surrendered and responded, his dams of desire bursting as he did. Daffydd knew what he wanted and how to get it. Turning, he bent forward, his hand guiding Artur’s erection to his opening. “Take me, Artur … fuck me … fill me with your juice …”

“Oh …” Artur gasped as his cock slipped into Daffydd. He whimpered as his cock jerked and he felt his balls empty. “Oh shit … I couldn’t hold it …”

“Your first time?” Daffydd’s grip on Artur’s buttocks tightened, holding him in place. “Stay where you are.” He pulled him hard against his own buttocks. “The first of many more with me, I hope.”

“I’m going soft,” moaned Artur. “And I wanted … hoped …”

“That’s okay,” whispered Daffydd tightening his sphincter. “Just don’t move for a bit and enjoy what I do.”

Artur shivered as his companion tightened his sphincter some more, and then moved gently. The grip on his slowly softening cock held him inside his companion’s anus, and now the gentle movement stimulated his post coital sensitive glans. For several minutes they stood like this, Daffydd doing things with his sphincter that kept Artur semi-erect and inside him. Slowly Artur felt his member hardening again. Daffydd sensed it too.

“Feeling good, Artur? It does for me …” Daffydd smiled. “When you’re ready, give me a good long fuck …” 

Awkwardly at first, Artur did as asked. As the movement stimulated him, he found a natural rhythm and Daffydd responded until with a small moan, Artur rammed himself fully inside his partner and shot a second load. This time Daffydd released him as he softened and then turned to face him, smiling happily as he put his arms round Artur’s waist and drew him into a long kiss.

“Fancy another swim, Artur?” Daffydd asked gently. “Then we can get to know each other properly again as we sunbathe …” Kissing him again, he sighed, “I’ve wanted that from you for a long, long time … Thank you.”

The swim made Artur relax and he joined Daffydd, still locked into the heavy chastity device, on the small beach, no longer shy, and with his cock semi-hard again. Seeing this Daffydd grinned.

“Mmm, I think you need some more attention.” Parting Artur’s legs, he knelt between them, then placed himself on his stomach so he could take the now rapidly hardening cock into his mouth. “Relax, Artur, and let me show you what we can do whenever you want me to.” 

He started gently, exploring the rigid penis, the scrotum with his teeth and lips and working on the sensitive glans with his tongue until Artur could resist no longer and shot another load into his companion’s eager mouth. When Daffydd had drained him, he shifted position to lay on top of his partner, and their mouths met in a kiss that shared the cum with him.

The sun was setting when they finally dressed and clambered out of the hidden ravine. Artur noticed — he couldn’t help not noticing — that his companion wore jeans with no ‘front, instead his huge genitals in their leather and metal prison, thrust out in front of him. As they parted Artur remembered the key still dangling round his neck.

“Daffydd! Wait … your key,” he called trying to remove the thin leather thong from his neck. “I can’t seem to take it off …”

“It’s yours, Artur. Keep it as a reminder that I’ve given you control of my sex. It won’t come off your neck until you want to enjoy my cock the way I’ve enjoyed yours.” He waved. “Any time you want it, come up to the farm, or come to the pool, strip and sit on the log where I gave you ‘head’. Hold the key and say my name. I’ll come to you.”