The Satyr

Chapter 10

Settling the newcomers

In the lair, Daffydd lay on his back, deep in thought. Next to him Artur propped himself on one elbow and enjoyed the silence as he contemplated his lover, fellow satyr and friend. Both still in their satyr form, Artur still savouring the ‘glow’ of a really good dose of Daffydd’s cum as he contemplated his lover’s now relaxed, but still magnificent organ, the huge head still gleaming from its recent use. 

Eventually, sensing the part of the satyr possessing him was troubled about something, he asked, “What bothers you, my love?”

“Eaden does.” Daffydd turned his face toward, his companion. “He’s hurt, deep in his being. He’s angry, and doesn’t know why, and that makes him reckless. He knows this, and doesn’t care who it hurts, or how badly.” He paused, staring at the ceiling. “If he remains here, with this attitude, he will be disruptive, and could threaten our very existence. If we eject him with his memories altered, he will be a danger to himself and to others. Glynn loves him, but Eaden doesn’t know how to love, or what love is, and who can blame him?”  

Within himself Artur ‘heard’ the satyr saying that Eaden could not be allowed to return to the ‘outside’ world even with his memory of this place altered, but had only one solution — that he take possession of the youth and compel him to submit to us. Artur rejected that.

“No, Beast. We cannot do that to him. It would undo everything we — and you — have changed for the better.” Placing his hand on Daffydd’s hard stomach, Artur said, “Have your father assign him to work with me.” Artur was currently installing a new water filtering system for the farm and hamlet. “I’ll try to get him to talk and see if I can find out what is the cause of his hurt.”

“Take care, my love, he could react badly to your probing.” Daffydd took Artur’s hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it. “But we have to try to help him. I’ll speak to my father.”   

“Mr Merthyr says I’m to help you.” Eaden’s voice and body language suggested his reluctance.

“Good.” Artur straightened and turned to smile at the youth in his rubber suit, the chastity belt showing. Like Artur, he wore a bib overall over the rubber, though his lacked the open crotch needed by Daffydd and Artur. “I hope you’re feeling strong, this filtration plant is a heavy bugger and that’s just the pump and final filters. I’ve got all the bits sorted out and we’ll need a few days to get it installed, then we have to set up and test the filters … I reckon we’ve got a good couple of weeks work.”

Eaden cast a skeptical eye over the various units, boxes, pipes and crates.

“I’m not plumber,” he said with a shrug.

“Neither am I.” Artur grinned. “But I have all the destructions for it, and I guess we can learn together.”

“You’ve got the ‘destructions’ ..?” Eaden stared, then a smile started. “Oh, I get it … I like it. Okay, let’s get started on the destructing.”

Pleased to have at least started a thaw in the youth’s ‘ice’ Artur indicated the items they needed to make a start and while Eaden brought them, prepared the space in which it all had to be assembled. It took a long time and a lot of effort to erect the initial frame to which everything else would be attached, but Artur used the time well to tease out his companions full story, and by the end of the afternoon, was beginning to identify at least some of the causes of the youth’s resentment and anger.

“Care for a swim? We can find Glynn and maybe a couple of the others, have a quick swim in the pool behind the main house and then have something refreshing.” Artur packed away the tools as he talked.

“Maybe …” Eaden’s guard was up again. Then he shrugged. “Why not? Where’s this pool? Another of these hidden places?”

“Hidden place ..?” Artur laughed. “Hardly, no it’s a regular swimming pool … we all go there after work when the weather’s good, and Mrs Merthyr and Big Aled’s wife set out refreshments for us. If we hurry there might be something left!”

By the end of the week of working together, Eaden had begun to open up, and Artur learned that his companion’s anger stemmed from two things. One that because he was ‘gay’ and showed it, he’d had a grim time from other boys. Secondly his over large genitals had been like magnet for the men at the ‘Care’ Home, and then at the secure facility he’d been committed to. The size of his penis had meant that while all those who ‘enjoyed’ him had fucked him, or made him please them orally, he had never been allowed to experience either himself — instead being compelled to be satisfied with hand jobs, and nothing more. Combined this made him extremely wary and deeply resentful of the fact that those ‘enjoying’ him at the second facility had filed all manner of reports claiming he was unsuited to being allowed to be ‘fostered’ or to be returned to the only ‘home’ he’d known with Glynn and his mother.

“How did you end up here — and like …” Eaden asked, his embarrassment showing.

“A bit like you, I guess,” Artur carried on with the job he was doing. “There was bit of trouble about my being openly Gay to someone. Pass me that wrench, please,” he held out a hand and Eaden placed the tool in it. “Thanks, now if you can come round the other side and hold this while I tighten the joint …” Showing his companion what he wanted done, he continued, “Luckily — I think — my Mum knew Mr Merthyr and persuaded him to let us live in the hamlet. She homeschooled me because, like you, the social people had some funny bloody ideas about boys like me going to a normal school.”

“Your Mum still lives in the village?” Eaten asked. 

“Yes. She’s an artist, and she helps Mrs Merthyr with feeding all the rest of us. Not everyone on the farm or in the hamlet is Gay, you know. Just most of us — and then there’s me and Daffydd.” Finishing the task, he stood and stretched. “Time for a break I think. Want to fetch us some coffee from the house? I’ll try to figure out how we install the next bit while you’re at it.” 

“Sure.” Eaden eased himself out of the space he was in. “Can I ask you a question? A personal one?”

“Sure.” Grabbing the drawings for the filtration plant, Artur found a place to seat himself. As always this meant having to splay his legs and then adjust himself. It was now an unconscious action. “As long as it isn’t too personal.”

“Um, okay.” Eaden swallowed. “You and Daffydd … were you both always … um … so, um, big?”

“Me? No. A bit bigger than most, but otherwise as normal as anyone else. Like Glynn.” Artur smiled. “Daffydd was different. He’s never been able to live anywhere else. I knew him before we both … um … started to develop. He was what I thought was huge then.”

“He’s never left the farm?”

“Oh, he’s visited the hamlet, and a couple of other places …” Artur smiled. “But always very discreetly and avoiding outsiders. Even when he was small his genitals were bigger than yours are now, and he’s always had to wear a rubber suit — like mine.”

“And no one … you know … tried to …” 

“His brothers and his cousins — the guys who live here — certainly wouldn’t because they knew what it meant for him.” Artur ‘heard’ the satyr in his head and repeated, “It’s part of an ancient agreement. Fetch that coffee, and I’ll explain it when you get back.”

Eaden returned with two mugs and some biscuits as Artur was sorting out the parts he needed for the next step in the assembly. Putting these aside, he resumed his seat and over the coffee explained the story of the satyr, and the agreement it had with the Merthyr family.

“And you volunteered to be …?”

“Yes.” Artur grinned. “Yes, I did. You see many years back a member of the family the satyr loved and desired betrayed him and brought a curse on everyone. To break it we had to persuade the satyr to trust us, and I agreed to share Daffydd’s role …”

“Why?” Eaden demanded. “I mean …” He gestured at his prominent codpiece. “This is … difficult enough … but you didn’t have to …”

“No, you’re right. I could have said, tough, Daffydd, live with it. I didn’t. I love Daffydd you see, and I couldn’t bear the thought of him being completely take over, and forced to live the rest of his life alone, caged, as the satyr. Fortunately the satyr didn’t want that either, so we made a new agreement.” He changed to his satyr form, and the satyr spoke.

“Artur is right, I was weary of the constant struggle with my host, and he has persuaded me to trust him, and to trust Daffydd. In return I have promised him to not impose my being on anyone as I had since …” The satyr eyes studied Eaden. “What is it you desire most, Eaden?” The satyr held up a hand. “I cannot change what you are, or who. I cannot change the past, but we can change the future for you, and Glynn. Here you can be safe, you can be yourself. Think well. Think carefully, and consult Glynn because your choices will affect him. When you are ready we will talk again.”

Artur returned to his human form and Eaden blinked, his mouth open. Shaking himself, he closed his mouth.

“Whoa! Um, what’s it like ..?”

“Having horns, hooves and a libido powerful enough to fertilise plants, drive animals mad for sex, and strip a human of their clothing, and make them want to get a good dose of cum as often as they can at a hundred paces or more?” Artur laughed at the youngster’s expression. “Tricky! It’s why we wear these rubber suits all the time — or chastity belts when we can’t. Satyrs are fertility elementals, so they excite the libido of everything they have contact with.”

“Whoa …” Frowning he asked, “So you could actually make me want to have sex right now? Right here?”

“That’s right.” Artur began to gather the parts he needed. “But I won’t, and neither will Daffydd, because that would be to force you, or anyone else, to have sex you don’t really want with us.” Laying out the parts he’d collected. “That would make us as bad as the men who forced you to have sex with them in the orphanage, or the secure facility. We don’t want that, and nor do you. Now, shall we get this job done?”