Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2021 19:17:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: jononyc@aol.com
Subject: The Jester and the Satyr

	My name is Chicot (no real names here) and I play a Jester in the
Society for Creative Anachronism. My day job is IT in the Air Force. I am
also a submissive bottom, and this is the story of the beginning of a hot
summer and fall I spent as the addicted sex slave to a satyr named
Priapus. Not a real satyr obviously, but with a slim tight hairy body like
a satyr, a long hot throbbing cock like a satyr – quite possibly the
love of my life – the insatiable sex drive of a satyr, and the
so-damn-studly sex god skills of a satyr.

	We met at a SCA event, I don't remember which one or what he was
playing. I just remember it was lust at first sight. That tight body with
the hair tufting tantalizingly out of his poet's shirt, the lewd bulge in
his in his pants, that sexy confident smirk that never left his lips –
oh damn I wanted him to just fucking take me right there in front of
everybody.

	He was there with his ex-boyfriend Pander, though, and we somehow
got our wires crossed. Turns out I was his ex's type – short, compact,
muscular, naturally smooth and black-haired. He thought the chemistry in
the room was meant for him and he took me home. Like I said I'm submissive,
a people-pleaser. I mean, I had simultaneous affairs with both a colonel
and his daughter (!) just because they wanted me to. So I went home with
Pander – to be fair, he was nice, smart, funny, handsome, but just too
bearish for me.

	We had what I would call pleasant, polite safe sex. Nice enough to
get both of us hard and both of us off, but nothing to write home
about. Pander apparently enjoyed himself enough to ask if I would come by
for another sex date on Friday. And of course I said yes.

	I went over to Pander's place at 5:30pm on Friday, we had about a
half hour of unremarkable sex. Frankly I have a gift for a mind control
technique called remote influencing and I projected images of Frida Kahlo's
self-portrait and handful of Boteros to turn him off and guide us to my
real aim, his hot ex-boyfriend.

	It worked better than expected. He asked if I wanted to go to
Priapus's place for a cast party he was holding (Priapus was a set
designer, Pander an actor). I don't know if hid my excitement well (I was
instantly rock hard) but I got out a fake-calm "sure." If I had anything to
say about it, I was going to make a world class twice-over cuckold out of
Pander. That perversely made me even hornier.

	At the party, Priapus was even sexier in a tight t-shirt and
jeans. Such a tight body, and that bulge was even more pronounced – that
smirk undeniably came from "big dick confidence." I got him alone and
whispered in his ear that it was him, not Pander, I was attracted to at
that event.

	I said, "I tend to do what other people want, but now I want to do
what I want."

	"You mean like take my cock," he smirked. "Hot, let's go to the
bathroom."

	I was shaking with lust. Priapus led me to the bathroom, locked the
door, and roughly pushed me up against the wall, kissing me hard, his
enormous erection pressing against mine. Seconds later, he pulled away,
unzipping his pants (no underwear!) his hard cock flopping out. Total
enslaved love at first sight. Oh god, it was more beautiful than I could
have imagined. Very long, and wide, tapering to a head that seemed slightly
small - it looked like a fleshy missile, a granite-hard, violently
pulsating missile.

	I couldn't help taking it in my mouth to the root in one swift
motion (I give great head – spoiler alert, I'm pretty skilled and
athletic in the bedroom myself), involuntarily whimpering.

	He gasped. "Oh, fuck, you hungry little bitch!"

	He started fucking my no-gag throat in earnest, growling while I
moaned. He pumped away like this for a couple minutes before somebody came
knocking. We spent the rest of the party looking longingly at each other. I
waited everybody left, tried to finish that blow job, but both of us were
way too drunk. Priapus apologized and said that the rest of the week he'd
be busy finishing a set with a very small crew. Maybe Friday, here's my
number.

	I was past hooked. That cock that had rough-fucked my throat, spent
the rest of the week fucking my brain. I mean it was literally all I could
think about. My co-workers all kidded me about being so spacey. I wanted it
in me so bad. Fuck I had to have it bareback – not safe like Pander, or
for that matter any other man. I was determined that his glorious cock be
the first to fuck me bareback and breed me deep. I wanted to feel that hot
raw cock sliding in me, spurting load after load deep inside my naked
body. I told you, love of my my life, driving me crazy with blinding lust.

	I called Priapus on Thursday, asking about Friday night. He said he
didn't think so, he had to crunch to get the set done by Saturday. So
Friday at 5:30pm I went to the theater to help him finish the set so he
could damn well finally stick his hot raw cock in me (I didn't say
that). He blushed and smiled when he saw me, and handed me a hammer. "Can
use all the help we can get!"

	There were other crew members there so we couldn't say anything. I
don't know if anybody else on the crew noticed, but it seemed to me you
could cut the sexual tension between me and Priapus with a knife.

	Almost twelve hours later (!!) 5:15am the set was finished. We all
headed our separate directions. Without saying a word I got in Priapus's
car and he drove in unbearable silent tension, taking us back to his place.

	The moment we got in the door, he pinned me to the wall in a
frenzied tongue kiss. A week's worth of blinding lust and hours of building
sexual tension exploded. I could feel that steely stud cock throbbing
through his jeans. He pulled back and thrust hard against me. He me spun to
face the wall and thrust violently against my ass three times. He turned me
back around, picked my legs off the ground and thrust against my ass in
suspended congress, which set me to grinding on him like a bitch in heat,
which I was.

	He then threw me to the floor, and started rough humping me in
missionary. We went at each other like beasts, shredding our shirts, and
getting our pants off a bit more unscathed. Less than five minutes after
getting in the door, we were buck naked and Priapus's throbbing
precum-gushing cock slid in my spit-lubed bareback virgin cunt in one
aggressive stroke, missionary again.

	"Oooohmiiiiigoooood...."

	My eyes rolled back in my head; Priapus's cock had slid in
effortlessly, and yet my ass had never felt so full. I had to have this all
the time. I would use all my powers of remote influencing to get him as
addicted to my cunt as I had instantly been to his raw cock. It worked
almost immediately Priapus thrust involuntarily and we both cried out. It
felt so good, so right – we had been hot for each other, but I never
expected getting barebacked would be this delicious – I highly expected
that this particular raw cock had something to do with it.

	Our eyes locked, and it was like a jolt of electricity, with my ass
as the socket. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms around his
neck and pulled his hairy, wiry body hard onto mine. He responded by
pistoning brutal long, fast strokes into me with that big hard bareback
cock.  I moaned, my legs went flying up and I pulled them wide – this
was definitely something I wanted to encourage. It was like I hadn't really
had sex at all before, ever.

	He clearly really liked this pistoning too – both of us were so
blinded with frantic rutting lust that we sometimes forgot to breathe. God
he was TAKING me so fucking HARD. Pretty quickly, he bellowed and shot a
huge load – my first breeding ever – into me in a long orgasm, which
made me cum seconds later. I thought the unending jets of cum were going to
blast my head off, they were so violent. I was rapidly getting addicted to
taking his hot loads deep in my boycunt. I babble "I have to have this all
the time!!!"

	Our frenzy was far from over, we went at each other like barnyard
animals. All kinds of positions, ten loads in under 2 hours.  I'd never
been fucked so savagely for so long in my life – certainly not bareback
and cum-lubed – and I couldn't have been happier, whimpering, mewling
and moaning hungrily as he ravaged my body like a demon. I kept thinking he
was about to cum again and then he would slow down slightly. Fucker was
edging his monster cock inside me. So fucking hot.

	He came even harder an hour later, fucking having a seizure on top
of – and so fucking deep inside of – me. Then he started fucking me
actually slow for the first time, still hard and deep, his hipbones
pressing commandingly into me. His hips and raw cock were very clear in
telling me Priapus now owned me, and would use my cunt any way he wanted,
for as long as he wanted. I clutched at him like a beast. The answer was
definitely yes.

	We moved to a nearby couch. My body was taut and strained with lust
for my first raw cock, my moans long and gutteral. He pressed his torso
down into mine and started ramming even deeper. Pound, pound, pound, thwap
thwap thwap. He forced his tongue deep into my throat, growling with
lust. I responded hungrily, wrapping my tongue around his.

	His hot steel hard raw cock just kept steadily battering my pussy
so fucking deep, sending shudders through me. Priapus sneered; I didn't
care, I was lost in lust, obsessed, begging for more of his hot pumping raw
cock and massive loads. He had built up to a fast rhythm, making my toes
curl. I grabbed at the cushion tensely pulling in profound cocklust,
sighing, moaning and whimpering an escalating scale of "yes"es. I looked up
at Priapus's lustful, almost mean grimace. Yeah, take me over, you bastard,
I love it!

	I reached up to touch his face -- and that was all the
encouragement he needed. He fucked even harder and faster, reaching a truly
fevered pitch. I happily milked his big pistoning raw cock. Oh god that
cock was harder and bigger that ever, I knew he would be cumming again soon
(I had lost count by this point). I could actually feel the fluids coursing
though his balls.

	Priapus's cock expanding pushed me over the edge, and I began
milking that flesh pole in earnest. One more great stabbing lunge, and a
flood of cum exploded up through his cock – it felt like the cum was
blowing his dick up to its biggest width ever. Priapus roared, giving into
the most intense orgasm yet (and that's saying something), throwing his
whole body into spasmodic seizures as what felt like gallons of cum burst
out of his cock and into my naked body. He held me tight to him, his cock
pumping rope after rope of cum into me, flooding my ass even further,
driving me acres further away from bareback virginity.

	While absently pumping his super hot raw cock deep in my my now
very open, very slutty, dripping wet hole, he suggested we take it
upstairs. We didn't get that far! We found an amazing position on the
stairs where he could fuck me deeper still, the deepest I've ever been
fucked, and he wailed on my bareback cunt like that for hours,. I whimpered
and cried like the insatiable rutting cum slut bitch he'd turned me
into. He slowly plowed me all the way up the stairs, finally breeding me
again when we got to the landing.

	His raw cock had been in me for so many hours at this point, he
finally pulled out and we walked the few extra feet into the bedroom. We
kissed tenderly for a few minutes. He fingered my cummy hole, dug out a big
dollop of his hot loads, and fed it to me, then exchanging the steaming hot
stuff back and forth over our entwined tongues. Our cocks were once again
rigid and throbbing

	He laid back on the bed, a sneering godlike stud offering himself
up for worship. Worship him I did, licking that taut hairy body up one side
and down another, stroking that amazing cum-covered cock the whole
time. Finally I couldn't help myself and started sucking him off, tasting
the hot mix of cum and my ass, looking in his masterful eyes. I was so
fucking totally his, hopelessly addicted to his long raw cock. I
deep-throated it more passionately than I ever had any cock, which he
rewarded by precumming like a fountain, which made me moan in desperate
lust .

	We moved into 69ing – and damn if he didn't give as good as he
got, which was totally unexpected. I lifted him up so that we were
vertical, my feet on the floor, his body entirely in midair. He loved this
and started fucking my face in earnest, cumming down my throat which made
me shoot in his. When describing my bottoming style, he called it
"enthusiastic, athletic, even acrobatic." He really loved it when I was
straining every muscle in my body to give that godlike cock maximum
pleasure – which was very frequently.

	I let him down on the bed and we worked into some more frenzied
missionary fucking. Priapus had fucked me into a hungry animal cunt, his
seed drooling out of my flooded hole. He had turned me into an addicted
cumdump slave with his very first load, and the addiction was rapidly
intensifying.  All that cum made each thrust lewdly sticky and noisy,
little films of jizz forming between his jutting hipbones and my asscheeks
– if this what bareback sex was like I wasn't allowing a condom inside
me ever again. Again, I suspected it was this particular rigid cum cannon
that was making the experience so scorching hot.

	I'm going into too much detail, but damned if I couldn't report
every thrust of that gorgeous big cock, all the many billions of bareback
thrusts into my oh so hungry cunt over the course of our five months of
nearly nonstop fucking. I did stay the whole weekend, and we didn't sleep
much. We fucked no less than 48 hours that weekend – it would take a
long repetitive novel to describe the whole weekend. Watch 48 hours of
rough bareback porn – cutting right to the anal action – and we did
most likely everything you watched. This inexhaustible, cum-gushing stud
had turned me into an insatiable, cum-addicted pig.