Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2023 15:33:11 +0000 (UTC) From: rollerboy Subject: THE SATYR CHAPTER 2 The Satyr Chapter 2 by: rollerboy_1979@yahoo.com On my way to Vienna, and the Wienerwald, I dipped a bit South and stopped at the ancient salt caves in Hallstatt, Austria. Clearly, this area was once covered by an ancient ocean that left behind this enormous amount of sea salt. Salt has been mined there for over 6,000 years, and made the area very prosperous. I took a guided tour of the mine, which included a cheesy light show, but also some interesting artifacts. It was mined by the Celts many Centuries ago, and a perfectly preserved human body was found; but as was customary back then, it was given a Christian burial, and therefore lost to science. After that brief distraction, I set my sites on Vienna, and the Vienna Woods. The drive to Vienna was breathtakingly beautiful, and it was actually hard to concentrate on driving when your eyes want to drink in all the sights. Being in a big city prompted me to stay at the Marriott Vienna, right across the boulevard from the Stadtpark. There are monuments to famous composers in the park, so once I was checked in, I plopped down on the huge feather bed, took a nap, and decided that I'd have dinner from a street vendor, then wander through Stadtpark that evening. I laid there, reliving my fabulous love-making session with Klaus, and missing that big, beautiful man in that big comfortable bed. I fell asleep dreaming of him there beside me, and kicking myself for not inviting him to join me. That probably would have looked suspicious to his family, so I thought it better to preserve his privacy and let him decide when it's appropriate to share private things with them. I woke up a couple of hours later, fully refreshed, and ready to hit the street. I walked down the street seeking food vendors, and it wasn't long before I came upon a friendly Austrian fellow selling thuringers, long skinny sausages, usually served in a round, crusty roll, with 1/2 of the sausage hanging out each end. I put a line of brown mustard on it, grabbed a beer, and ate on foot walking towards the Stadtpark. I finished my moveable feast, guzzled down the rest of the beer, and wandered into the park, looking for the golden monument to Johann Strauss, the father of the Viennese Waltz. I passed ponds with ducks, swans, and geese being fed by the local children, and saw young lovers strolling together, arm in arm. I wondered to myself what happened to America where it isn't safe to walk through Grant Park in Chicago, or Central Park in New York City at night, unless you're with your posse. Being there was like being in Chicago in the 1950's and even into the 1960's, when city parks were places for relaxation, and a place to get a hot dog from a vendor, not murder sites. I found the gilded statue of Strauss, and as I stood there admiring it, I heard the strains of violins and an orchestra. I followed the music to a band shell, where an orchestra was playing Strauss waltzes, and people sat at tables eating sachertortes and drinking Viennese coffee. The sachertorte is a Viennese delicacy, and basically a dense chocolate cake cut in wedges like pie, topped with a thick, dark semi-sweet chocolate icing. I found a small unoccupied table, and a tuxedoed waiter came by asking if I'd like to order. I didn't even ask for a menu because I knew I was there for dessert and coffee. I asked for a sachertorte and a cup of coffee. He promptly returned with my treat, so I took a bite and savored what I called "chocolate overload", and washed it down with that rich, aromatic Viennese brew. I'm an American, so I'm accustomed to the "bottomless" cup o' Joe we're famous for. As I sat there enjoying my sachertorte, and the beautiful music, I would hold up my coffee cup as if to signal for a refill. The waiter happily came by and filled my cup each time I asked him to, which was probably at least 4 times. Then I began to wonder, who was paying for this beautiful music, played right here in the open air? Well, I found out when I got the bill. The sachertorte was about $16, but you pay for the coffee by the cup, unlike in America! The bill was around $75, which probably included a cover charge, VAT, a service fee, and coffee at around $9 per cup! No wonder Europeans don't tip! I laughed and chalked it up to experience, but now I know, and knowledge is power! I grabbed some literature from the concierge about the Wienerwald, and something caught my eye. It was the "Forest of The Faun", a section of the Vienna Woods, further from the more popular hiking trails. I put together all my hiking gear, took some food, and some wine, and hopped into the BMW for a trip to the woods. Using the map from the concierge, I found the trailhead for the "Forest of The Faun", and parked. It was a fairly warm, summer day, but could cool off at night, so I wore loose fitting shorts, a T-shirt, and brought along a hoodie, for when the sun goes down. My backpack was full of munchies, and I had a couple of plastic wine glasses with me, because you never know who you're going to meet on the trails. I headed down the trail, surrounded by thick vegetation and millions of trees, the engines that produce the oxygen we breath after taking in the carbon dioxide we exhale. It is a human/tree symbiotic relationship established millions of years ago, and with all this talk about Climate Change, I just think, hey, plant more trees. Problem solved, but no, they'd rather bleed more money out of us. As I walked along, I saw Edelweiss growing in the area, which is the national flower of Austria. I didn't expect to see them at this elevation, but then I realized that the Vienna Woods actually sit atop a mountain range. As I stooped down to smell the fragrant flower, I had the unnerving feeling of being watched. When I picked my head up to look, I heard a rustle in the woods. That sent a momentary chill up my spine, because I knew there were no other hikers nearby. I stood up, and saw a pair of horns or antlers just above the vegetation, and as I inched closer, they disappeared. There was a musky scent in the air, so I knew I was visited by some sort of animal. You always hear stories of wolves in Fairytale woods like this, but wolves don't have horns. I kind of shook it off, and walked further down the path, and as I did so, the canopy overhead thickened, blocking out a lot of sunlight. Whatever was hiding in the woods, was stalking me. Not only could I sense it, I could hear the rustling, and an occasional "clip, clop" as if hooves were launching off a rock. I thought to myself, "Okay, so a deer is curious and wants to see what kind of food this human might be offering". I pulled out a granola bar and took a bite, just standing there hoping to lure whatever was out there, out in the open. As I munched and crunched, the thing would stir, so I knew I was getting the reaction I wanted. Suddenly, a figure appeared above the bushes. It was a man, standing there, but his body was obscured from the bottom of his ribcage down. In the dim light he appeared to have pointed ears that stuck straight out the sides of his head, and horns coming out of the top of his head. I blinked my eyes a few times to make sure of what I was seeing. He had a handsome, bearded face, and a somewhat hairy but well-developed upper body. And there was something about his eyes that I couldn't quite make out in that dim daylight. He was sniffing the air, and I could tell that he was drawn to the granola bar I was eating. I slowly lowered my backpack and set it on the ground, then I removed my T-shirt, standing there shirtless, just like my curious friend. He continued to watch me, and seemed more at ease when I took off my shirt. I enticed him to come closer by holding up the granola bar, and motioning him to approach. He slowly did so, and as he approached, the hair around his navel got thicker, and thicker. All of a sudden, he leapt up into the air and hopped over a large bush that was between us. He landed hard on the stone path, making a loud "thunk" when he landed, which reminded me of horse hooves on pavement. I was startled and fell backwards onto my backpack, as the granola bar flew out of my hand, and he caught it in mid-air. He stood there, munching on the granola bar, and when I opened my eyes, I looked up to see two thick hairy legs, leading up to his waist, and he was standing on large cloven hooves. What I didn't notice was the enormous growing erection coming out of the bifurcation of his legs, or in plain terms, his crotch! He reached out and motioned that I should stand, then he extended his hand, and I grabbed it as he pulled me up to my feet. I'm 6', so I'm guessing he's at least 6' 6", and I thought, "I'd be taller too if I had 4" thick hooves instead of feet. He was a living Satyr, standing right in front of me. I reached down and got out another granola bar, and he gladly accepted it from me. I tried talking to him, but he did not respond to words, either in English or German; he just stood there and stared into my eyes. And as the sun broke through the tree canopy, I saw his eyes! They were not human eyes like yours and mine; he had the eyes of a goat, beautiful blue, but the iris was a horizontal slit, just like a goat. As he stood there munching, it must have triggered peristalsis, because he started dropping little nugget turds, just like a goat would. He created a little pile of dung, but then kicked one of his hooves back and it flew like buckshot behind him. As I studied his features, he seemed fascinated by mine. He took his index finger and slowly started to lower my shorts. Then, with one swift move, he dropped my shorts to my ankles, exposing all my private parts, which I shave to stay smooth down there. His eyes were fixated on my penis, and he gently patted my testicles. At this point, his penis was engorged with blood, and he was sporting an impressive erection, which triggered one in me. Suddenly, he leaned forward and hoisted me up over his shoulder. Then he leaned down and picked up my backpack. I realized then that I was going to be rutted by this man/monster. He carried me deep into the woods, and I found no reason to fight him, considering he was far more powerful than I am, and I still wasn't sure what his motives were. He could have only been after my granola bars, for all I knew, but somehow, that enormous erection made me think he had mating in mind. We came to a secluded clearing, and he gently sat me down on a fallen tree trunk that was covered in a thick layer of moss. The tree trunk put me just about waist high for him. My fear was overshadowed by my fascination with the physiology of this creature, who was half man, half goat. A living, breathing Faun or Satyr was squatted down next to a tree, staring at me and fondling himself. A copious amount of precum was flowing out of his cock, and he stroked it spreading the slimy liquid all along the shaft. His abundant foreskin was sliding back and forth over the head of his human-like penis, exposing the dark purple glans with each stroke. My thoughts raced in my head, trying to figure out how this hybrid being was created. Was it a product of some mad scientist's experiments with animal and human embryos, or was he the product of a human/goat sexual encounter? He stayed in that position for much of the day, and luckily, he placed my backpack within my reach on the log, so I was able to get a bottle of water to slay my thirst. He watched me drink the water and started licking his lips, so I tossed a bottle to him, and he struggled to get the cap off. I tried to motion to him how to unscrew the cap, but out of frustration, he simply bit the neck of the bottle off, and chugged the entire contents in one big gulp. He was incredibly handsome, with rugged masculine features, that were overshadowed by his cartoonish, furry, goat ears and the two large horns coming out of the top of his head. It was getting towards sunset, and the long beams of light coming through the tree canopy fell on his figure when he stood up, still stroking his organ. The fur on his legs shimmered in the light, and he took on a sensuous look with his V-shaped torso, taught bubble butt, and the tiny tail that protruded above his butt crack. His animalistic look, and his icy stare aroused something in me causing me to get erect and start stroking myself. He sniffed the air, and edged closer and closer to me, never looking away, focused on my eyes. I felt as though I was in some hypnotic trance, and I heard a voice inside my head saying, "Yield to me". I don't know if he was talking to me telepathically, or if I imagined it, but it made me swoon and close my eyes. I opened my eyes when I felt something touching my rosebud, and felt my Left leg go up in the air. Still in an almost drunken daze, I felt my leg go vertical and saw the creature's face moving towards mine as he placed his Left hand on the tree trunk. He leaned in, and I got a good look at his goat eyes, with pupils dilated to let in more light, and a devilish grin on his face. My Left leg was up and resting on his Right shoulder, then I felt his slippery cock slowly pressing inside of me. He started off very gentle, so as not to injure me, and once I figured out what was happening, I pushed and opened up, welcoming him into me. I was one with a man/beast, and I couldn't believe what was happening. Whatever human part of him that started this coitus, was soon replaced by the animal instincts Nature gave him, and he started rutting like a wild animal. His pace quickened to a furry I'd never experienced before, pounding deeper and deeper inside of me, and massaging my prostate to the point that my erection felt like it would explode. He reached around my Left leg and grasped my throbbing cock, and started rhythmically jerking it in time with his thrusting. My right leg was wrapped around his waist, and my toes were tickled by his furry tail. I could feel his cock swell inside of me, and I knew what was about to happen. He never stopped staring at me, and when I saw his eyes widen, he let out a guttural roar, and ejaculated inside of me. Over and over and over again, he shot his hot liquid inside of me, and shuddered with each spasm. That, and his consistent jerking, made me cum all over my chest and have a massive orgasm, which made me pass out. I now knew the difference between a Faun and a Satyr. He wasn't dancing around playing a Pan pipe, he was a sexual animal, hell bent on insemination. His masculinity would make any fair maiden, or willing gay man, succumb to his advances. I awoke, naked and lying next to my car at the trailhead. It was the dead of night, and I could see a canopy of stars up above. I stood up, looked around, and found my clothing and backpack sitting on the ground next to me. It was then I noticed the steady stream of semen oozing out of my ravaged butt hole. I had the wherewithal to capture some of it in one of the plastic cups, determined to get a DNA test done, to see how that creature was even possible. Then I yelled into the forest, "I'll be back"! (to be continued) If you enjoyed my story, please support Nifty.org with your generous donations, and look me up as "Rollerboy" under "Authors" on the home page. That will take you to the other stories I have in the Nifty Archives. And as always, your comments are welcome. Email me at: rollerboy_1979@yahoo.com (disregard any other email addresses). Thank you!