The Satyr

Chapter 7

Acceptance

It was a week before Mr Merthyr agreed to talk to them both without the protective rubber clothing he normally insisted on Daffydd wearing. Both of them chose to wear chastity belts, in Artur’s case because his libido was now rising rapidly, and the only way to control himself was to have Daffydd lock him into Rhodri’s belt. 

“I’ve consulted the family,” he told them. “Your proposal sounds reasonable, but we are worried that if you were seen, if there were even a rumour about your form … it could attract the sort of people that will bring serious trouble for us all.”

“We understand, Dad,” Daffydd told him. “But we need you to trust us and to trust the satyr. He is aware of the trouble it can bring. Remember he was here when Rhodri brought the outsiders down on us. He knows we must be careful.” Taking my hand — his touch sent an electric thrill straight into my supercharged penis — he continued, “All we ask is that one of us can assume the form of the satyr while we work. In daylight we can control our urge for sex more easily — and the pheromones we emit that stimulate others. At the Dark of the Moon we will retire to the cages and submit to being restrained.”

“I will talk to the others.” Mr Merthyr watched them for a moment. “There is also the question of how a successor will be identified.” He nodded to Daffydd. “You had no choice, my son. From infancy your penis developed. We knew that you would become the satyr, and it was painful to see your brothers able to enjoy outside friends and activities, while you …”

“I know, Dad,” Daffydd touched his father’s hand. “It was hard at times, but,” he glanced at Artur, “do you know, I wouldn’t have it any other way now.”

Nothing further could be discussed for a while as Artur’s libido reached a point that required his being restrained in the cage and kept in a strait jacket. Only Daffydd’s providing him with sexual relief at hourly intervals saw him through the worst of it. With him firmly secured to his couch, Daffydd removed the chastity belt. 

“You’re getting bigger every day, my love,” he said, grinning. “And giving me the most delicious drink on demand. The Dark of the Moon is coming in a day or two and I must join you in our cage.”

“I know, beloved.” Artur groaned. “How much longer will this continue? My balls already feel like footballs, and my cock …”

“Is gorgeous.” Daffydd laughed. “You’re developing fast now.” Bending he kissed his lover. “I’m going to give you treat this time, the beast says it’s time.” Whispering, he said, “Can you show your horns and your hooves?”

“My …?” Artur smiled as his feet and legs changed, and horns sprouted from his forehead. “Why, my love?”

“Because,” Daffydd swung his leg over the restrained prone figure on the couch, his hand gripping the now thickening and lengthening penis, “I’m going to insert this gorgeous cock into my opening and let you impregnate me as you did at the pool — your first fuck as a man, and now the first of many as a developing satyr …”

“Oh, Daffydd …” Artur tried to thrust his penis upward as Daffydd sank down on it, but his restraints restricted his movement too much. A moan escaped him as his whole penis was taken into his friend’s manhole. It felt unbelievably good, and Daffyd knew exactly how to make it fantastic. With his libido already so raised, it didn’t take long for him to erupt, his load discharging in several discharges, each more intense than the last. 

“Thank you, beloved,” said Daffydd, smiling down at him. “Now, I’m going to stay right here while you recover and reload …” Bending carefully, he gripped the horns, and drew their mouths into contact. “The beast is right, you are becoming a beautiful satyr …” 

Artur stretched. His muscles stiff from the days of restraint, then moved to embrace his lover. Now five Dark of the Moon periods since he’d accepted the satyr’s impregnation, he was rapidly ‘becoming’ and his genitals were already huge, though not yet, according to the satyr possessing him, fully grown. His libido was more controllable but still extreme as he studied his now decidedly thicker and longer penis and his scrotum was three times the size it had been, his testes large and heavy. For the moment his penis was only semi tumescent, a state he knew would change as soon as he got any stimulation. 

“Daffydd, I love you. I can feel the changes are slowing now.” He smiled as his arms closed on his beloved. “I hope I can survive the rest of my transformation. The Beast tells me there are some tough days ahead.” His member became rigid as their bodies made contact. “O gods, I think I’ve another load of cum already …”

“Then sit on the couch, love, and let me relieve you of it.” Daffydd knelt and began to apply his mouth. His expert use of his tongue soon had Artur moaning, his hands gripping his lover’s head as his cock erupted. Daffydd slurped the delicious fluid erupting from Artur’s cock until it stopped, then looked up and smiled. “I think you need Rhodri’s belt, my love. Or we’ll never be able to leave the grotto!”

“Put it on me, beloved. Quickly before I get charged up again …” Artur groaned. “I really long for a swim in our pool.” He stopped as Daffydd fitted the bulky chastity belt and secured it. “Thank you, love.”  Standing, he asked, “Can we visit the pool?”

“It sounds like a good idea.” Daffydd kissed him gently. “I think my father will agree it as long as we use the hidden path and confine ourselves — as we always did — to the pool.” Turning to the door to the cage he said, “Stay here, I’ll find him and ask, as long as we use the grotto tunnel  to leave and return, I think he’ll agree.”

Artur didn’t have long to wait, before Daffydd returned smiling. “Dad says to enjoy the swim … and our walk. He says that if we stay in the grotto and the pool we need not wear our rubber suits either.”

“Then let’s go.” Artur stood, and grinned, “The beast asks if I will take his form and allow him to feel fully free …”

“If we are using the hidden way and staying in the pool ravine … why not?” Daffydd opened the door between the tunnel and the grotto. “Lead the way, Artur, and let the beast change you.” He followed, closing the door as Artur’s lower legs changed shape, his feet became hooves and his horns formed. “Damn, my dearest, but you really are beautiful in this form. Daffydd changed to his satyr form, and took his lover’s hand. “Now let’s go to our pool.”

“Thank you, Artur,” his Beast said in his head, “Allow me to remove Rhodri’s restraint — I will control your desire, and we can both enjoy the experience of being completely free …” The chastity belt vanished as soon as Artur agreed. “I will restore it on our return.”

“Take my hand, beloved,” Daffydd invited him. “The pool awaits, and I can’t wait to get there.” Kissing his lover’s cheek, he added, “It’s strange, I used to be afraid to take this form, and always got angry at the Dark of the Moon when I had no choice … now I can choose to become the satyr … I like it.”

Together, holding hands, they walked down the long ‘pipe’ of the tunnel, emerging into the ‘ravine’ that held the pool. Turning to Daffydd, Artur smiled and kissed him. 

“Doesn’t the free air, the sun, the birdsong stir you? The memories of our childhood playing here? Before you ‘went away’ …”

“Yes, it does.” Scooping his companion into his arms, Daffydd kissed him, his tongue demanding entry and response, their erections pressed against one another as they savoured their contact, their freedom and the joy of being in each other’s arms. Then Daffydd released him, grinning, and said, “Let’s swim to our beach and enjoy our freedom and the memories.”

Together they waded to the deeper water, then swam gently toward the ‘beach’. Twice Artur’s overloaded penis, stimulated as always by the caress of the water as he swam, spontaneously ejaculated. The ‘Beast’ within him chuckled. In his mind he heard it and asked why the amusement.

“My young friend, you have unleashed our fruitfulness into the stream. The fish will increase their spawn, the birds that drink it will multiply, so will the beasts that drink from it.” The Beast’s amusement transmitted itself to the part of the satyr that was Artur. “And any youths swimming in it, or who drink from it, will discover a preference for sex with their own gender …”

“Oh! Oh no …,” Artur gasped. “I don’t mind about the fish and animals … but I didn’t want to inflict anything on anyone else.” His cock erupted again. “O gods …” Then he saw the amusing side of it, remembering the unkind epithets, and the torment he’d endured in his innocence, and laughed. “I hope they find the same love and pleasure that I have!”

Standing he walked out onto the beach, grinning and turned to watch Daffydd as he emerged, admiring the firm musculature of his chest, his narrow hips and the huge genitalia as the water streamed off him. 

“Remember what you asked me to do the first time we met after your ‘return’, my love?”

“Could I forget?” Daffydd laughed. “Why?”

“Because, beloved Daffydd.” Artur turned and bent forward, presenting his butt. “It’s my turn … Fuck me, beloved. Fuck me here, in our special place. As a satyr.”

“An invitation not to be refused,” the satyr voice replied, grasping his hips and pressing its huge glans to the offered opening. 

Artur smiled as his opening was stretched and laughed as the thick, solid organ slid into him, then laughed as his companion’s scrotum brushed his own.

“Fuck me, Beast of the Forest Daffydd, fuck me properly, make me your willing lover, always ready to serve you.” He moaned as his cock erupted again, sending a long stream of cum shooting across the sand and the stones as the satyr pumped it’s massive organ into him. He felt the hot flood as it filled him, and laughed. This was freedom. This was his destiny …

The pair frolicked in the water, lay on the beach, swam, watched the clouds, the birds and the curious animals that quietly visited, and, of course, made love. It was almost dusk when they returned to the grotto, quietly slipped back to their ‘human’ appearance and, having donned their rubber suits — and their chastity belts — joined the family for a meal. Both felt far, far more relaxed and content than at any time since beginning their individual ‘journey’ and determined to make such outings a regular event in their lives.