The Satyr

Chapter 9

Intruders

Artur drew Daffydd’s attention to the tracks on the sand. Footprints over laying their hoof prints and very recent by the crisp sharpness of them and the still moist feel to the sand within them.

“Someone’s been here, and not one of our people — they use the tunnel and don’t linger.” Daffydd stated the obvious. He looked around for signs of the intruder, or his path of entry or departure. Looking at Artur, like himself in his satyr form, he grinned. “We better play safe, love. In case he returns.”

They both transformed, and laughed, as both being naked, in this form their huge genitals were really obvious. The beach lay against a small outcrop, with two thirds of the length of the pool downstream of it and partially obscured by the outcrop. 

“I’m not sure this is any better. Remember the first time I saw your ‘tackle’? And you weren’t even fully developed then.” Artur peered down the length of the ‘pool’ and detected two ‘heads’ moving back toward them. “There’s a pair of them. They haven’t seen us yet. We could probably reach the tunnel before they get here.”

“No.” Daffydd shook his head. “If they could get into here, they belong to our special group.” He smiled and the voice changed to that of the satyr. “We’ll test it. Sit as I do, and wait to see their reaction. When I stand and show my member, do the same.”

Seating himself, Artur arranged his legs and feet to conceal his huge scrotum and now magnificent erection. They didn’t have long to wait before a pair of laughing youth’s stopped half rising out of the water, to stare at them in surprise and embarrassment.

“Oh,” exclaimed the leader, trying to hide an erection. “Um, sorry, we didn’t know anyone else knew this place. Um, there were only animal tracks …” He stopped and gulped as Daffydd stood revealing his own huge genitals and erection and the second youth gasped as Artur stood revealing his.

“It’s a rather special place,” Daffydd said gently. “Only those who belong here, or are meant to find it, can do so.” He smiled as their stares took in his and Artur’s genitals. “We know all of those who do come here, but we’ve not seen you before this. Where are you from?”

“Erm. Caerffydd.” The second youth spoke. He swallowed. “Are you guys for real? I thought I was pretty much the only person with a cock … and yours are much bigger …”

“We’re for real,” Artur said, walking forward. “Come out of the water and let’s talk.” He grinned as he glanced at Daffydd. “We’ll lock these away if it makes you feel safer.”

“Good idea,” Daffydd gestured and both their genitalia were encased in massive rubber and leather chastity belts. “I’m Daffydd and this is Artur, my partner. We live near here, and we are one reason this place can’t be found by just anyone. Do get out of the water, and we can hear your story.”

“How’d you …?” The first youth demanded, staring. He glanced at his companion. 

“Call it magic, if you like.” Daffydd smiled. “It’s a simple trick. Would you like to wear one as well? They’re quite comfortable …” He gestured again and the youth gasped.

“Hey!”

“Oh come on, Glynn, you always said you wanted to see what it was like.” The bolder of the pair walked ashore revealing that he was possessed of a thick circumcised cock around eight inches in length. “I’m Eaden.” He held out a hand to Artur. “Also known as ‘The Freak’, but the guy who used to call me that would shit himself if he saw your tackle.” He shrugged. “At the orphanage they kept me locked in one of those things. Bloody uncomfortable as I got bigger, and a bugger to get off when we ran away.”

“So you’re an orphan?” Daffydd asked. “Where were you born?”

“In Caerffydd. My Mum died and I got taken in by Glynn’s Mum. She was my aunt. She did her best, but then I got bigger down there, and discovered playing games with other guys that let them play with … well, I was already being shunted from one doctor to another, so they added social services, locked me in a chastity belt and put me in a ‘home’.”   He laughed. “One for delinquent problem guys …” Reaching across, he took his companion’s hand. “Glynn found a way to keep in touch, and when the social people decided to send me to some clinic for retarded people … he found out because his Mum had to sign all the papers, and sprung me while they were talking about what they were going to do with me now I’m eighteen. We’ve been on the run ever since.”

“What was your surname?” Daffydd was looking thoughtful and I had a feeling he knew some of this.

“Ceridigon. What difference does it make? I can’t use it anymore, the police are looking out for me, and I’m the only Ceridigon left now.”

“I thought … never mind,” replied Daffydd looking thoughtful. “Which one of you actually found this place?”

“Eaden did.” Glynn replied, he frowned, looking around. “I couldn’t see it until he held my arm and showed me.”

“Are you two …?” Daffydd asked. “Think carefully, because this is important. Are you lovers? Have you had sex with each other?”

The pair exchanged looks, and Glynn blushed.

“I guess you could call us lovers …” Eaden began. “I mean … we’ve had sex, yes, and Glynn worked damned hard to beat all the bastards that tried to prevent him contacting me and me staying in touch with him … I think we’re lovers …”

“I didn’t do that much, Ead. Just what you’d have done …” He stared at the ground. Then mumbled, “I’ve always loved you … and when we have sex …”

“Good enough,” Daffydd’s satyr voice said. “I think we can help you, but it will not be easy.” Nodding to Artur, he said, “Go to the farm, love. Bring Bryn and Trewellyn and tell them to bring two of the special suits.”

“I’m on my way,” Artur smiled entering the pool. To the pair, he said, “See you shortly, in the meantime, do as Daffydd says.”

“Ceridigon?” Mr Merthyr frowned. “Yes, another of the ones that rejected the satyr and inflicted us all with the curse. He wasn’t selected by the satyr and resented it. In the end he was banished by the family, but that must have been …” His frown deepened, “At least a hundred years ago, perhaps longer. Now you say this boy has the same affliction as all our sons?”

“Yes, sir,” Artur still called Daffydd’s father ‘sir’ as a mark of respect, even after three years as Daffydd’s partner, lover and fellow satyr. “I think Daffydd recognised the name — and Eaden, the young man, was able to bring his companion into the pool ravine even though his companion, Glynn, couldn’t see the ravine until Eaden touched him.”

“And has your ‘Beast’ said anything?”

“I recognise the youth, and remember his forebear.” The satyr voice answered. “He belongs among you here.”

“Thank you.” Cormac Merthyr nodded. “Bryn, Trew, Take the suits, you’d best ‘dress’ as well. Bring them to the grotto cages. I will meet you there.”  

 Daffydd met them at the entrance to the tunnel in the ravine, the newcomers evidently torn between embarrassment, arousal, fright, and curiosity. Both wore nothing other than the chastity belts Daffydd had called into being on them, and now stared in amazement and the rubber suited cousins accompanying Artur.

Staring at the rubber suited figures of Bryn and Trewellyn, Eden frowned. 

“What the hell is this?” Demanded Eaden. 

“Until we know a lot more about you guys, this is a precaution, Eaden,” Artur told him. “It’s to protect you from Daffydd and me.” He smiled. “Let Trew and Bryn help you get these suits on, and we’ll show you why.”

Reluctantly, but with a little coaxing, the pair dressed and accepted being sealed into the suits Bryn and Trewellyn had brought. With the entry openings sealed and the breathing masks and filters in place, Artur joined Daffydd, took his hand and smiled.

“Shed the chastity belts first?”

“Yes,” Daffydd agreed and their chastity belts vanished, releasing their rapidly hardening cocks. “That feels better,” said the voice of the satyr. “Now we show them our true form.” Daffydd’s voice said, “Together.”

“Together.” Artur agreed, and let himself transform, watching the pair of youths. He stamped his hooves, and shook his head as his horns formed and framed his face, and laughed. “Yes. This is why you must wear those suits. We are possessed by a satyr. Sex with us could, for you, be … dangerous.”

Slipping his arm round Artur’s waist, Daffydd kissed his partner. 

“We have an agreement with the family to not inflict our sexual stimulation on anyone uninvited, and until we know a great deal more about you and your origins, we must be cautious — for your wellbeing and our safety. No ordinary person from outside of our territory can find this pool, or this tunnel — even some of those that live in this hamlet cannot. That you, Eden, did suggests that you have been ‘called’ here for some reason. You will be safe here while we explore this, now go with Bryn and Trew, and submit yourselves to their care. We’ll join you shortly.” Kissing Artur again, he grinned. “We have a little urgent business to attend to.”

“Come on, lads,” Bryn said cheerfully, taking Eaden’s arm. “Looks like you’ve got the family problem like us. The Big Man’s waiting, and you look as if you need some food before Daff and Art want to talk to you.”

As they walked away, Daffydd squeezed his partner’s waist, sucked the tip of the nearest horn and whispered, “Sixty-nine first, my love?”

“Perfect,” replied Artur as a rubber sheet appeared at their hooves.

Positioning themselves, they got to work. Slowly, lovingly, and savouring every sensation they explored one another’s magnificent erections, their scrotums, the huge testicles within them and the long thick shafts, gradually working up towards the great flared glans crowning each. Artur loved the taste of Daffydd’s satyr glans, and the response as it filled his mouth. He used his tongue to tease the sensitive area just below the opening where the beautiful and sensitive ‘ridge’ met, enjoying the sensations Daffydd was causing in his own organ, and was finally rewarded by a great flood of his lover’s seed.

Licking their lips, they parted, and Artur moved to lie in Daffydd’s arm.

“Mmm, I swear you taste better every time, my love.” Their mouths met and their tongues intertwined. The kiss continued until their penises hardened again, and now, without a word, Artur lay on his back opened and raised his legs, and accepted having his opening filled by his lover’s engorged organ, his own rigid on his abdomen, the huge glans laying between his nipples as Daffydd fucked him. The flood of cum filled his butt, and he heard his possessor ‘say’; ‘We are now ready, my servant. Allow me my freedom …” He felt himself relax, surrendering to the euphoria being filled with Daffydd’s cum always gave him, and let the satyr take control.

Standing, Daffydd positioned himself, and Artur entered him from behind. For Artur the world was focused — his entire ‘self’ was — in his penis as it was embraced by Daffydd’s body. Joyfully he erupted, flooding Daffydd with his cum.

Filled with each other’s cum, the pair of satyrs walked up the tunnel to learn what they could of the newcomers.