The Satyr

Chapter 11

Caged with the Satyr

They finished the filtration plant the day before Daffydd and Artur began their regular voluntary isolation for the Dark of the Moon. This had changed since their new agreement with the satyr came into force. They’d turned it into a fun four days for themselves — they enjoyed the bondage, and the denial of their own pleasure — and for the other members of the family who enjoyed ‘topping’ them and got to ‘feed’ them while they were heavily restrained and completely in their control. That was the first three days. The final one was just the two of them in their lair — and they had plenty of seed to share with each other. 

“Can you take care of the system for the next four days, Eaden?” Artur stretched, aware that his body was starting ‘the change’, though, as yet, still his human form. “Tonight is the start of the Dark of the Moon, and Daffyd and I must be caged during it …”

“Caged? Why?” Eaden stared at his companion. 

“Because at that time our sexual stimulation of everything around is is a bit … overwhelming. So we agreed to be caged and kept in bondage, and to be available for sexual games …” I grinned. “In about half an hour I’ll be in my satyr form and will stay that way for four days. So will Daffydd, so we figured we might as well make ourselves available for everyone else’s pleasure if they want to …”

“Can I … can Glynn and me …?”

“Talk to Trewellyn or Bryn.” Artur felt his feet and legs changing. “Damn, it’s starting early this time. Finish up here, I have to run …”

Reaching the grotto at the same time as Daffydd, also already transformed, he kissed his satyr lover.

“It’s started early. Come on, we’d better let Dad and the gang get us properly restrained.” Daffydd grinned. “They’ve got some new restraints for us. I think we’re going to get a lot of feeding …”

“Great.” Artur took his hand. “Three weeks of controlling the desire to let Eaden explore his desires with me has me …”

“Then into the cage with you!” Pushing Artur into the first cage, Daffydd walked into the second, as his father and his Uncle Aled, both sealed into their fully enclosing rubber suits, clapped cuffs to his wrists and drew his arms up to the ceiling with the attached chain and pulley.

It took them no time at all to strip him completely, then Mr Merthyr fitted a moulded steel form to his erection and scrotum, and secured it in place with straps under his butt cheeks and round his waist. Lowering his arms again, they moved him to lay face down on a padded bench, locked his arms to the upright legs at the head end, clamped his neck in a wide ‘stocks’ type neck clamp, and cuffed his legs to the supports at the other end, and finally secured a heavy belt over his waist. That left his steel encased genitals on display below the bench, with his butt and his mouth perfectly positioned for fucking …

From the corner of his eye, Artur could see that Daffydd was secured in an identical manner. His ‘gaolers’ left quietly, having said nothing at all throughout. In his head, the ‘Beast’ said, “We’re going to enjoy this, Artur …”

Artur grinned as someone entered the cage and a rubber covered hand explored his displayed man hole gently. He slipped into the role of the willing ‘submissive’, “Good evening, Master, please fuck me and use me for your pleasure …” 

 The rubber covered hands explored further, stroking my butt, exploring the exposed part of my perineum, stroking the inner parts of my thighs — a real ‘lover’s touch’. I recognised it as being Medoc, one of the few unpartnered members of our community. Always quiet, always friendly and gentle, he was the a year or so older than Cormac Merthyr and a bit of a dreamer. Like all the Merthyr men, his genitals were large and showed a formidable bulge in his clothing. Widower now for some ten years, he lived alone, and was one of our favourite ‘keepers’ during our Dark of the Moon time. 

Moving round to Artur’s front, he gripped his horns and presented his large and almost undefined ‘head’ to Artur’s mouth. With his movement restricted, Artur was able to kiss it gently and lick the drop of precum from it. Looking upward at the rubber covered figure with only it’s heavy erection and scrotum exposed, Artur smiled.

“Feed me, Master Medoc.” He kissed the tip again. “The satyr is hungry tonight …”

Medoc obliged, presenting his erection for Artur to kiss, lick and suck it, and finally take it deep into his mouth as he shot a generous load of cum. Artur savoured it, licking his lips with his prehensile satyr tongue as the older man lowered himself to his knees, gripped Artur’s horns again, and kissed him.

“Thank you, Artur,” he whispered, smiling. “Thank you for befriending Eaden. He is my nephew. I have searched for him, or news of him, for years …” Kissing Artur again, he asked, “What would you like from me?”

“Like from …” Taken aback, Artur, stopped. “Nothing, Master Medoc. Nothing for me, but the satyr me will gladly submit to another dose of your seed … That is more than enough reward for anything I may have done to help Eaden.”

Their mouths met again in a prolonged kiss as Medoc gave him a loving, searching, seeking kiss. When he broke it, he smiled. 

“And how would this satyr like his second dose of my cock?”

Artur smiled. “In his man pussy, Master! A solid fucking in his man pussy, please. This satyr wishes to be completely dominated …”

“So be it.” Laughing softly, Medoc moved behind the helpless Artur, and using his hands and his mouth began to tease and explore the satyr’s body and his butt,

Artur felt his desire rising as Medoc worked on him, gradually working around his opening until the satyr’s desire was tangible. Then Artur felt the tip of the older man’s cock touch his opening, hesitate a moment, and then, in a single thrust, enter! Medoc knew exactly how to fuck a man thoroughly. He used all his skill and considerable control, gradually building up his tempo in a manner that gave Artur the maximum stimulation, eventually causing him to moan in ecstasy as he sensed the flood of sperm filling him.

“Thank you, Master Medoc,” he managed as the now softening cock slipped out of him. Vaguely he heard someone else arrive, and a whispered conversation behind him.

“My nephew and his lover wish to show their appreciation,” Medoc said, moving into his line of vision. He stepped aside, and Artur saw the normal sized penis of Glynn move into position.

“Welcome, Master Glynn, please stand a little closer so I may submit to you.” Glynn complied, gasping in surprise as Artur extended his tongue, licked the youngster’s scrotum and then caressed his stiff member, drawing him closer until he could kiss the taut head, and suck it into his mouth. 

“Oh … Oh, that feels …” Glynn whispered, as Artur’s prehensile tongue gripped his shaft, holding him close, even as the pointed tip found the young man’s most sensitive spot just below his slit. “Oh gods …” he gasped as his cock exploded, and Artur sucked the spurting semen out of him.

“Thank you, Master Glynn,” Artur said, his tongue flicking out to touch the now slackening organ. “If Master stands close, and places his penis and scrotum in my mouth while holding my horns, I have the power to grant him his dearest wish,” said the voice of the satyr. “Do this, hold my horns and make the wish silently.”

“My dearest wish?” Glynn looked over Artur for a moment, then smiled. “Thank you.” Carefully he inserted his genitalia into Artur’s now wide open mouth, trembling a little as the satyr closed his lips gently around the root of both. He gripped the horns firmly and shut his eyes. 

“Remarkable.” Artur ‘heard’ the satyr say in his head. “He wants only that his friend, Eaden, should put aside his painful past, and find peace and love. He asks nothing for himself. I shall grant him both.”

Glynn felt the tingle in his scrotum, and then his penis hardening again, and withdrew them as Artur opened his mouth. 

“Your wish is granted, Master Glynn — and I have given you a small gift for yourself.” The satyr stopped speaking, and Artur asked, “Is Eaden here?”

“He’s outside, um, Artur.”

“Fetch him.” Artur grinned. “Fetch him, and tell him the satyr says he’s to fuck me …” 

“Um.” Glynn hesitated. “He’s … embarrassed. He says he’s too big for anyone …” He swallowed. “And he’s never, um, actually … no one would let him. I wanted him to, but he wouldn’t. He said it would hurt me …”

“Then first bring him to my face.” The satyr’s voice ordered. “We will show him this pleasure …” Artur felt his body ‘glow’, and heard the voice in his head saying, ‘You have brought him this far, now I shall do my part. Allow me to guide him and control you.’

Artur relaxed, releasing complete control of his body to the satyr, a curious sensation, as he could feel the electric surge of his sex, his need for it, and the ability to invoke the fertility in everything living around him. He wondered what effect this would have on Medoc, Glynn and Eaden in their enclosure suits as Eaden moved to stand at his restrained head, the young man’s thick erection almost at his mouth.

He flicked out his tongue, the pointed tip finding the small opening at the tip of Eaden’s glans, and heard the sharp intake of breath. 

“Eaden, kneel and removed your breathing mask so we may kiss.” The satyr’s voice was gentle but commanding. 

Eaden lowered himself carefully, then raised the mask covering his nose and mouth revealing his face. He sucked a deep breath and his nose twitched. Then he leaned forward and kissed Artur on the mouth, his hands rising to frame his face and then grip the satyr’s horns.

“Now, Eaden, enter me, and release all the frustration and bitterness. Let me take it from you, and give you the peace you deserve …” The satyr tongue traced the youth’s lips. “Enter me, Eaden. Enter me as you were forced to accept from those who used you …”

Standing in an almost trance-like state, Eaden replaced the breathing mask and walked behind the restrained figure of Artur. As his heavy glans touched Artur’s opening, he thrust himself forward, and Artur’s muscle relaxed to admit him, then tightened to grip him as soon as he was fully inside. He shuddered, then with a sigh, began to thrust into the moist, warm tube embracing, welcoming, his member.

Glynn and Medoc watched in amazement and relief as Eaden fucked the willing satyr, his expression changing from an initial look akin to aggression, to a more peaceful look and finally as he clearly discharged his considerable load, to one of pure blissful relief.

Eaden shook his head, his hefty cock still embedded in Artur, and smiled at Glynn through his mask.

“That was … unbelievably good …” He slumped over Artur’s back, and Medoc and Glynn moved fast to prevent him falling to the floor.

“Take him home, Glynn. Medoc bring them both back to me tomorrow.” The satyr laughed. “He will sleep tonight, Glynn. Share his bed, and when he wakes, invite him to impregnate you. You asked for nothing for yourself, so I am giving you this — Eaden will no longer carry the hurt and resentment that prevented his accepting your love and friendship. When he awakes tomorrow, offer it to him afresh …”

Naughtily the satyr tightened Artur’s sphincter as Medoc and Glynn tried to remove the now sleeping Eaden. Medoc chuckled as he saw what was happening and Glynn laughed as his beloved friend’s large cock was slowly extracted until, with a small pop sound, it slipped free. With the satyr now in full possession of his physical body, Artur could ‘watch’ his body respond to the stimulation as others of the family took their turn to fuck him or have him suck them, the satyr enjoying the control, and sharing the pleasure. 

At ten in the night, Artur was released, allowed relief and feeding, then placed in new and different restraints, and the sexual use began afresh. This was the pattern for the next four days, he and Daffydd being allowed to rest and sleep from Midnight until late morning on couches in full restraint, then moved to new restraints and the sex began again. It was the pattern agreed between them, the Satyr and the family. It helped restrain their raging sexual arousal for the four days of the Dark of the Moon, and they, and the Satyr enjoyed the bondage and the sex.