Waterboy

I knew that I was being followed. I walked with a bold and challenging
stride. I felt the close presence behind me. I watched the
approaching shadow. One small hip snugged the water jar a little
tighter. Glancing over my shoulder I could see the mouth of the jar,
fashioned like a male phallus, and providing a convenient handle. His
Lord & Master liked this kind of playful obscene décor. I knew
Lysias desired me to desire him.. He had desired me to want him, take
him, as rough as I liked and do it for some time as well. I had seen
his shy attempts to seduce me – as if --yet he never chose me as
his lover for the frenzied celebrations of dominance and submission
and sex that our wicked lord – Satyr!-- so happily presided over.
If he wanted me to want him, he would have to work for it,

I turned and paused watching – with lowered eyes –as the delicate
sensual arms and hands plunged the jar into the fresh, clean waters
of the spring. I could hear the music of the camp in the desert
distance. He did not hear my approach, but I could feel the heat of
his body as he passed me him, could feel his hot breath on my bared
skin. He filled his jar as if he perceived nothing unusual then
calmly turned around.

“Lysias.” I said, acting surprised. “What are you doing here? I don’t
presume you want to help me with my chore?” I thrust my hips out,
taunting him with my erect cock.

The locals said that I was handsome, for a satyr. I had beautiful amber
and hazel eyes, a well-kept beard of curls and long straw-colored
hair, mostly shaggy like an unshorn young sexy beast. I was strong
and virile, my bare torso showing a set of sharply defined muscles
instead of the pot-belly many of his kind acquired through drink and
feast. His erect cock was not exceptional for a satyr, but
ridiculously large for a human. The tip of his glans was obscenely
exposed by the tight foreskin.

“No. I have something... different in mind.”

I grabbed him roughly and spilled the jar from his hands, carelessly
dropping it to the moist earth where its content mixed with the
parental waters. He was excited and not only in his genitals. He
struggled against my grasp, but he wasn't strong.

“You satyrs are single-minded, all of you.” he said, pushing against
grip, feeling the yielding of his skin against the softness of my
furry thighs.

“As if you mortals were any better.” He smiled with a seductive tongue
out, guiding my large hand reaching for him chest. Someone bit an
arm, eliciting an obscene stream of dirty whispers about his captor's
cock and balls. Someone only needed these brief moments of seduction
to tremble like the wind moving him. Not really like a hot wind,
because he was not a satyr of breezes, spun him fast enough and I
didn’t need to know that he was on his hooves and ramming.

I took him – the young satyr – in the clearing by the water pool.
He never returned to the meadows Instead, he ran deeper into the
forest, ringing his slick hooves on moss and leaves and earth. He
leapt over roots and stones and gnarled ghost tree branches as if
they were no distraction to him at all. I heard his heavy breathing
getting closer and closer. He glanced over his half-naked shoulder
and darted sideways to gain some ground, but my hand closed around
his shoulder and he went limp. I pulled him back towards me, my
arms clasping around him like the vines of Green Lord

“Got you.”

His slender body struggled against me, but this time there was no escape.
Not that he wanted to. He stretched backward, enjoyed the warmth of
his body on me and the prod of my cock against his buttocks.

I turned him to face the forest and pushed him against one of the thick
barked trees. I turned his head, mouth captured I shoved his tongue
inside, hungrily licking at small teeth and his long tongue. He
fought back – as they do when they need your cock, biting down on
an arm, a neck, an ear and fucking against it.

My big hands found the way to his ass; lifting him easily. I could feel
his cock against my thigh, moist and warm and hard. Of a sudden he
slung both arms around my neck and wrapped his slowly thrashing legs
around my waist, crossing them above my tail. My fingers dug into the
flesh of his buttocks, marking it, squeezing them. Surprisingly, his
lips were faster and more hungry.

The sensations of his licking made my eyes flutter as the satyr's lips
left my pecs and nipples as he ventured lower, nibbling my neck and
licking my stomach while he guided my cock towards his lips. His
mouth was already dripping wet with hunger and need. I felt him
gasping beneath me when I pushed my taut, round crown into him. He
was already slathering a slick shining lube, but he was so big! He
didn’t wait for him to adjust, attempting . When I filled his
opening hole to fill him with my whole length at once, he groaned
erotically.

“Satyr! I can’t take in all of you.”

I gave him my impatient look. His amber eyes stared back, filled with
lust.

“What? A virgin?”

I started again with small, almost gentle thrusts that widened him out
to let him take more and more of my cock. He knelt in a squat so his
hooves could reach the ground, enabling him to control the pace. He
moaned, bleeting and throwing his horned head back in ecstasy as he
flicked the sweat off his nipples I started to thrust deeper and
faster and he shuddered beneath those thrusts as if pure lightning
was running through my veins.

“Ohhh, all gods of Olympus, your cock like this feels ...you are a marvel!”

He held him and he felt safe, safe to let go, safe his strong arms
wouldn’t drop him.

“Ahh! Your cock is the marvel, Lysias!”

He made me grin and I watched myself getting even harder. The crown head
of my cock was already deep inside him, yet he still savagely thrust
himself to the length of my cock..

“Looks like you can take all of me.”

I was right. I watched the base of my cock slide deeper as he engulfed
my shaft.

He bleated softly. “Guess you’re not as big as I thought.”

He began moving on my shaft, rollicking himself up and down my length.
he shuddered every time he came down on me. My fingers raking over
his hairy, stiff, hard nipples made him even crazier with lust.

“Ahhh! Hgnnn! Ohhh! Ohhh, you fucker!” he cried, his voice echoing in
softening whispers through the forest. The satyr began to fade.

“Ohhh, sweet pleasure, ahhh!” he panted.

My fulfilment is drawing near.

“Faster!” I demanded and was eager to comply. my skin grizzled against his fur,
my chest and hips rocking in the rhythm of a serious fuck.. I pulled
his head back as he came in hot spurts. His ass still clenching
around my thick shaft thick shaft of him partner who kept his fast
pace, his cock sliding in and out of him at intense speed until he
erupted with a purely animal howl. we felt his cum, squirting against
the tree trunks walls, the rough embrace of the forest making me cum
a second time and a third. He collapsed on top of me, sweaty and
languid and happy. I stayed inside him, caressing his ass cheeks and
smoothing his ragmop hair. After, he lazily stroked the muscles of my
back I was enjoying that moment of haziness after a good hard fuck.

Then he said: “Come now, my goodbitch. You should go and fetch the water.”