Waterboy

I knew that I was being followed. I walked with a bold and challengingstride. I felt the close presence behind me. I watched theapproaching shadow. One small hip snugged the water jar a littletighter. Glancing over my shoulder I could see the mouth of the jar,fashioned like a male phallus, and providing a convenient handle. HisLord & Master liked this kind of playful obscene décor. I knewLysias desired me to desire him.. He had desired me to want him, takehim, as rough as I liked and do it for some time as well. I had seenhis shy attempts to seduce me – as if --yet he never chose me ashis lover for the frenzied celebrations of dominance and submissionand 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 delicatesensual arms and hands plunged the jar into the fresh, clean watersof the spring. I could hear the music of the camp in the desertdistance. He did not hear my approach, but I could feel the heat ofhis body as he passed me him, could feel his hot breath on my baredskin. He filled his jar as if he perceived nothing unusual thencalmly turned around.

“Lysias.” I said, acting surprised. “What are you doing here? I don’tpresume 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 amberand hazel eyes, a well-kept beard of curls and long straw-coloredhair, mostly shaggy like an unshorn young sexy beast. I was strongand virile, my bare torso showing a set of sharply defined musclesinstead of the pot-belly many of his kind acquired through drink andfeast. His erect cock was not exceptional for a satyr, butridiculously large for a human. The tip of his glans was obscenelyexposed by the tight foreskin.

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

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

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

“As if you mortals were any better.” He smiled with a seductive tongueout, guiding my large hand reaching for him chest. Someone bit anarm, eliciting an obscene stream of dirty whispers about his captor'scock and balls. Someone only needed these brief moments of seductionto 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 Ididn’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 theforest, ringing his slick hooves on moss and leaves and earth. Heleapt over roots and stones and gnarled ghost tree branches as ifthey were no distraction to him at all. I heard his heavy breathinggetting closer and closer. He glanced over his half-naked shoulderand darted sideways to gain some ground, but my hand closed aroundhis shoulder and he went limp. I pulled him back towards me, myarms 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 ofhis 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 thickbarked trees. I turned his head, mouth captured I shoved his tongueinside, hungrily licking at small teeth and his long tongue. Hefought back – as they do when they need your cock, biting down onan arm, a neck, an ear and fucking against it.

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

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

“Satyr! I can’t take in all of you.”

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

“What? A virgin?”

I started again with small, almost gentle thrusts that widened him outto let him take more and more of my cock. He knelt in a squat so hishooves could reach the ground, enabling him to control the pace. Hemoaned, bleeting and throwing his horned head back in ecstasy as heflicked the sweat off his nipples I started to thrust deeper andfaster and he shuddered beneath those thrusts as if pure lightningwas 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 armswouldn’t drop him.

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

He made me grin and I watched myself getting even harder. The crown headof my cock was already deep inside him, yet he still savagely thrusthimself 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 engulfedmy 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 overhis hairy, stiff, hard nipples made him even crazier with lust.

“Ahhh! Hgnnn! Ohhh! Ohhh, you fucker!” he cried, his voice echoing insoftening 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 pulledhis head back as he came in hot spurts. His ass still clenchingaround my thick shaft thick shaft of him partner who kept his fastpace, his cock sliding in and out of him at intense speed until heerupted with a purely animal howl. we felt his cum, squirting againstthe tree trunks walls, the rough embrace of the forest making me cuma second time and a third. He collapsed on top of me, sweaty andlanguid and happy. I stayed inside him, caressing his ass cheeks andsmoothing his ragmop hair. After, he lazily stroked the muscles of myback 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.”