Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2023 00:02:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: Arthur Doyle <sirarthurpornandoyle@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Tale of Jax, part 1

Jax the Corrupter jacked the foreskin of his magnificently thick and
enormous cock. Screwing up his eyes, he whimpered and moaned beneath the
boughs of a beautiful green forest. Jax was a satyr, which meant that his
dong was a beast, large even for those of his kind, whose smallest members
were the size of a man's foot. His superlative pocket monster dripped a
steady stream of silvery seed, which issued forth from Jax's gigantic and
extremely hairy balls, each as big as a goose egg and hanging quite
low. Despite how wet his flaring uncut dick-head already was, Jax spit on
it and rolled his head back as he tugged at his girthy shaft, so massive
that few men could wrap their fingers around it. Ye Gods, he loved
pleasuring himself. Excessive horniness was, of course, a trait of all
satyrs.

Continuing his magical palming, Jax rubbed his sensitive nuts and sent a
finger toward his tight pink puck, which was hidden in the recesses of his
fur-covered ass. His short tail flicked back and forth with ecstasy as he
plunged a finger into his sensitive hole.

Suddenly, a crack issued forth from the woods. Jax's deer-like ears,
perched right beside the goat horns on his head, swiveled in the direction
of the noise. His highly-responsive nose picked up the scent of a human
male. Jax grinned from ear to ear. This ought to be fun, he thought to
himself.

The human was handsome and youthful, perhaps having seen twenty or so
summers. He stumbled under the trees, apparently lost, his shirt torn open
to reveal broad and swarthy pecs and several chiseled abdominal
muscles. Jax never understood why humans put so much emphasis on the color
of their faces but this one was of the paler-skinned variety, with hair and
a beard that was either blond or reddish, Jax had trouble telling. His own
skin had lavender undertones, his thick fur sable and velvety, covering his
hoofed haunches, his mountainous ass, and growing resplendently from Jax's
chest, underarms, and head. The satyr narrowed his eyes as he readied to
spring upon the man.

"Hah!" cried Jax, jumping from a bush.

"No, no, no!" responded the man, breaking into a run.

Jax's eyes, normally a tawny color, began to glow red. The chase was often
one of his favorite parts of corruption. His powerful legs could easily
outpace any human's, but Jax liked to savor the fear and anticipation that
came from his favorite prey.

"Please, no," breathed the man, moving swiftly across the forest floor. "I
can't... I can't..."

The man tripped over an exposed root and Jax had to slow himself so as not
to win too quickly. This poor creature was hopeless and Jax would soon
enough have his reward. Discombobulated, the man rose and resumed his
run. He looked left and right but could see no sign of Jax.

"Where..." whispered the man.

Just then, Jax jumped down from a low branch, pinning the man down. The
man's face was directly below Jax's rear end, his tongue coming to rest
right on Jax's tight little asshole. Jax's eyes glowed like embers as the
man began to perform acts that were forbidden by his faith. Corrupting the
pure was Jax's main aim in life and he could sense that this human was as
naive and innocent as they came. Coerced into an unexpected tonguing, the
man began to buck as he tried to escape but Jax just pressed his haunches
down further, causing the man's lingual instrument to move into Jax's
backdoor.

With a quick flip, Jax brought his armpit over the man's face. The man
could do nothing but inhale Jax's heady natural scent, a powerful bouquet
reminiscent of pollen and moss and dirt after a rainfall. The stank had the
added effect of bewitching the man, who suddenly became much more relaxed
beneath Jax's arm. The satyr could now do what he pleased with this poor
innocent human.

The first thing Jax did was remove the man's clothes, revealing a
stupendous body, strapping and well-built, most likely from performing
manual labor most of his life. As Jax undid the string on the man's
trousers, a sizable erection sprang forth, its shaft hardened from Jax's
BO, its uncut tip already dripping a copious cascade of seminal fluid. Jax
bent down and took the prize in his mouth, drinking the ambrosial product
of the man's loins.

"No..." said the man listlessly, trying to swat Jax away. "Please."

"Come now," said Jax with a wicked grin, his eyes crimson and shining. "All
I wish to do is defile you a bit."

Jax once again pressed the man's nose into his fur-covered rear. In a daze,
the man resumed his iniquitous licking, his tongue worming its way into
Jax's snug orifice. Jax grunted with delight, enjoying both the act and its
depravity. Soon, he needed more and so squatted over the man. That raging
human erection sailed straight into Jax's unholy asshole and Jax began
riding like a courtesan.

"Unnfff," cried the man, placing his hands on Jax's hips. "By the gods!"

"Yessss," said Jax, flicking his long tongue delightedly. "See how lovely
it is to indulge in that which is fiendish and base?"

The man began to get into the action, bucking his crotch with increased
urgency. Their forested coupling grew more vigorous, the man's hairy balls
repeatedly slamming against Jax's fuzzy cheeks. The man's breathing became
more labored and, quite quickly, he screwed up his face as he achieved a
mighty climax.

"Mmmm..." said Jax, purring as he felt the man pump a hot load of spunk
into his back cavity. "Now it's your turn!"

Once again, the man tried to resist. But by this point, he had been
completely ensorcelled by Jax's scent and ministrations. It took little
effort for Jax to turn the man around and bring his colossal cock to rest
upon the man's crack. This next part was Jax's favorite: Getting to
deflower an untouched hole. The satyr's pointed canines flashed as his
unbelievable member began to plow open that immaculate aperture. Though
Jax's tremendous dong was far larger than anything this man could normally
insert in his ass, he would at least be helped by the fact that satyr's
precum was magically slick. This wasn't so much to benefit those on the
receiving end of such prodigious prongs, but so that the satyrs themselves
would be able to enter most any hole without much trouble.

"Hrrmmmm..." squirmed the man as another measure of Jax's monstrous wang
slipped inside him. "Please... it feels too..."

"Yesssss?" Said Jax, with eyes aglow.

"Feels so good..."

The man was now a willing participant in their union and Jax wasted no time
in shoving the rest of his monumental bequest into the man's ass. Feeling
that rear channel squeeze around his cock made Jax even randier than
before. Jax couldn't help but begin to plow the man forcefully, bringing
the full length of his hefty shaft out of the man's hole and them slamming
it back in without mercy.

"Unf... unf..." babbled the man as he accepted Jax's spirited
sundering. "Yes... fuck me... fuck me."

The puck wrapping Jax's dong was now pliant and lusty and Jax worked it to
its limits, hitting it from every angle and making sure to press the full
extent of his hardy hammer into the man's supple outlet as many times as he
could.

"Are you ready for my seed?" grunted Jax, gripping the man's shoulder as he
neared his release.

"Give it to me!" cried the man. "I need it!"

"Well here it comessss.....OOOHHHHHHHHH!" bleated Jax, delivering a heaping
helping of supernatural goat goo into the man's innocent receptacle. Jax's
cum was so copious that it came surging out around his shaft and dripped
down over his furry balls. Load after load erupted from that bestial organ,
a quantity more profuse than Jax could remember releasing in quite some
time. Huffing, he fell to the ground, wrapping the man in his
arms. Together, they fell asleep in the forested glen.

When Jax awoke a while later, the man was giving him a dopey grin and
tracing a finger along Jax's fuzzy and brawny chest.

"That was wonderful," said the man. "I always thought it would be worse."

Jax frowned. Ye spirits, not another one. While the satyr's victims
normally found themselves remorseful and shamed after he came inside them,
on occasion, some odd creature would end up being bitten by a love bug. The
poor puppies would fawn all over Jax for a while afterwards, insisting that
they were meant to be together. Of course, satyrs are solitary creatures. A
companion would only get in the way of their responsibility to defile as
many things as possible.

"My name's Kit," said the man. "Please, my village needs help. Can you come
with me?"

"Absolutely not," Jax spat.

The chiseled youth rubbed a hand across one of Jax's horns.

"But you're so stunning and muscular. And your member is the largest I've
ever seen."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"It's just... well it's quite embarrassing. But ever since the ogres have
been coming around--"

"Ogres?" Jax interrupted. "I don't want anything to do with ogres."

The gigantic green creatures were among the most feared in the
forest. Practicing a hedonistic religion that welcomed all manner of filthy
practices, the ogres were incorruptible.

"But they've been taking the others in my village."

"So?"

Kit turned red as a fresh beet. "They're doing... unspeakable things to
them. Ogres have members this big--" He held his hands a ridiculous measure
apart "--and that's just when they're soft."

"Not my problem."

"But I thought... perhaps... you could help the men in the village learn to
accommodate massive pieces. We've just been so scared of the pain. And
ogres feed on fear."

That got Jax's pointy ears up. "Other men?"

"Yes... it's mostly just us youths around now. Everyone else has fled."

Jax licked his lips, his eyes flashing red. "Of course, my plum. Take me to
your village now."

* * * * *


"Kit!" cried a shirtless chestnut-haired youth, looking to Jax's eyes like
a near twin of the human who led him forward.

"Moss!" replied his friend, embracing him in a deep hug. "I thought I'd
lost you in the forest."

"After those bandits came, I ran straight for the village," said Moss,
eyeing Jax uncertainly. "Who is this creature?"

"Don't worry, Moss," said Kit. "He's a friend. Look at his gigantic
instrument, so big even when soft. I think it can help us."

"Help us?" The bearded youth tugged at his crotch, which was covered by a
small loincloth. "What are you talking about, Kit?"

Before either of them could say anything else, an older man with
close-cropped silver hair and beard appeared from a thatched hut. He, too,
wore a loincloth and nothing else, his body strapping and deeply-muscled,
his skin covered in sweat. A striking scar ran from cheek to forehead over
his right eye. Jax could smell an extremely potent scent rising from his
armpits and groin.

"Boy!" he called. "Stand back from that demon!"

"Father," responded Kit, "he's not a demon. His name is Jax and he's going
to help us with the ogres."

"This unholy beast can offer us no assistance. Back, you fiend!"

The older man held up a talisman on the end of a golden chain. The
plough-shaped charm was the sigil of the Harvest God, lord of the pantheon
that the villagers worshiped. Instantly, Jax hissed and recoiled.

"Do you see?" said the strapping silver-haired man. "His profane nature
prevents him from standing before the sanctified."

"But father," said Kit, "he can't help his iniquity. That is simply the way
the gods fashioned him."

"I will have nothing to do with this depravity! Stand away from the satyr,
both of you!"

Both Kit and Moss stood behind the older human. Jax ran his long tongue
over his lips, wondering if he should try to push through the pain and
reach for the annoying impediment in the man's hand. But satyrs are
creatures of the moment. Instantly, Jax decided to abandon this silly
village. He would find other humans to corrupt sooner or later.

"Jax!" cried Kit.

The satyr flicked his small tuft of a tail but continued to walk away. Yet
as he reached the trees, Jax heard another voice behind him.

"By order to the Emperor Virilis, you are hereby commanded to hand over
twenty golden pieces."

"What!?" shouted Kit's father. "Why should we do such a thing?"

Jax turned to see the silver-haired man facing a frowning newcomer.

"Imperial decree," said the man, who wore a leather harness around his
chest and sported a thick mustache. "Taxes must be raised to fight the ogre
threat."

"They were raised last month already!"

"And the threat has yet to recede, villager. Your Emperor commands it!"

Jax crouched behind a bush. He was entirely indifferent to the dialogue but
the mustachioed man was causing his loins to flush with arousal. Muscular
arms peeked from the man's jerkin and the bush of his armpit was sending
over enticing scents. His bare chest was covered in wiry hairs while his
nipples sported gleaming rings of gold. Jax's large cock twitched, its head
wetting with precum. Running his hands over his huge hairy balls, the satyr
smiled and dashed into the forest.

Sometime later, the tax collector was whistling to himself, feeling pleased
with having done his job squeezing another levy from these stupid
villagers. Half of the gold coins would find their way into his own pocket
but that was because he was a hard working man. Surely, he deserved to skim
a little off the top. His nose crinkled as it filled with a musky scent
that was both malodorous and strangely bewitching. This originated from a
luscious fur-covered ass standing directly in front of him on the road
belonging to a creature with horns, haunches, and a lascivious smile.

"Hello, human," the creature said, flicking its tail.

The tax collector's tongue was hanging from his mouth. He had never seen
such a provocative sight before. There was something about the brawny being
that entirely ensorcelled him. He felt a stiffening of his substantive
member and a twitching in his nether regions.

"Stand aside, evil creature," the tax collector said, reaching to tug at
his half-hard erection. "By command of the emperor, all manner of beast and
foul thing are to be driven from our lands."

"Oh ho ho!" cried Jax. "Is that so? But then you'll never know the
ambrosial pleasures of my hole."

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

The tax collector was frowning but his massive dong, now raging at full
mast and completely sodden with pre-cum, was making it difficult for him to
concentrate. For some reason, his nose was headed in the direction of the
satyr's ass. The entrancing scents and the sight of that perfect pink puck
were more than he could handle. Without further thought, he dove between
those seductive furry cheeks and began to run his long tongue up and down.

"Ahhhhhh!" said Jax. "Now do you see?"

"But..." said the tax collector between lingual ministrations of that
enthralling back aperture. "But... it's so depraved..."

"Precisely!" Jax smiled, his pupils reddening.

The tax-collector lost himself to making oral love to the carved slab of
marble ass before him. His tongue repeatedly dove in and out of that
seductive antechamber, his lips pressed up against the soft fur covering
the perfect rump that was now his entire world. His mind went to a rarified
realm, one beyond rational thought, where the only thing in existence was
his need to eat that alluring caboose. Jax wiggled his buttocks, loving the
slick wet instrument engaging his senses as well as the opportunity to
corrupt yet another human.

"By the light of everything that his holy and good," said the tax
collector, coming up for air. "I... I... must stop..." He made a hallowed
sign with his hand, trying to rid himself of profane thoughts.

"Enough!" laughed Jax, smacking the tax collector's hand. "Now it's your
turn."

The satyr used his powerful legs to leap into the air and, in one swift
motion, come down behind the tax collector and pull off his leather
breeches. An extremely hairy and delectable rump now stood bare and waiting
to be taken. Jax lobbed a glob of spit on the tax collector's virgin
hole. Without waiting, he shoved the entire ridiculous extent of his
ginormous gonzo uncut dong into the man's hindquarters.

"FUCKKKKKKKKK!" shouted the tax collector, his head rearing up with
surprise. "IT'S... SOOOOO.... BIGGGGG!!!!"

Laughing, Jax threw his horns back and began rollicking in an out of that
delightful derriere, pulling his stupendously fat mushroom head nearly to
the exit and then slamming the preposterous breadth of his voluminous pole
back into the tax collector's tight receptacle. The two of them began to
grunt and moan, making animal sounds that filled the forest as the scent of
lecherous sweat rose from their bodies.

"Please!" cried the man. "I am a man of faith..."

But Jax only chortled more and thrust his lustful pocket monster in and out
in a speedier rhythm.

With his back channel stretched open wider than he ever thought possible,
the tax collector felt exposed and debauched. The fact that he was being
taken right here, in the open, where anyone might stumble upon them, was
increasing the sinful sensation writhing in his chest. At the same time,
the unimaginable pleasure of getting fucked, particularly by a beast so
powerful and rugged, was setting his loins afire with sexual energy.

"By the gods," the tax collector said, "I'm coming... I'm coming..."

Spurts of hot sticky skeet fired from his flaring dick end, a significant
quantity that startled him all the more because his steel-hard cock had
remained entirely untouched this whole time.

"Hehehe!" shouted Jax, collecting some of that ejaculate in his palm and
feeding it to the man as he continued pounding him mercilessly.

At that point, the tax collector was entirely overtaken by lust, his eyes
rolling to the back of his head, his nose picking up the heady scent of his
own armpits, his only point of contact with reality the sensation of bliss
as his hole completely surrendering to being battered by the largest dick
he could imagine.

"Unff.. unff..." said the man.

"Hnngh... hnggghhh...." said the satyr.

"Please..." whispered the tax collector.

"Yes?"

"Please... never stop fucking me..."

His eyes flaring with flames of crimson, Jax hooted and pinched the man's
ringed nipples, plowing that sensational posterior even more vigorously
than before. For a moment, his gaze flicked over to the trees, where he saw
the youth Kit watching from behind a trunk. Kit's hand was wrapped around
his considerable uncut cock as he jacked to the sight of the satyr banging
the tax collector. Jax flicked his ears delightedly.

"Come over here, boy. I think this man is ready to experience further
iniquities."

Hesitantly, Kit walked over and presented his dripping dong to the tax
collector's mouth. Immediately, the brawny bent-over man swallowed that wet
prize down his throat, loving the feeling of being taken from both
ends. His own cock fired another glob of jism as the satyr picked up speed.

"Are you close, boy?" Jax asked.

His eyes wide, Kit nodded.

"Then together, on my count..."

Kit looked unsure but leaned forward, giving Jax a soft sweet kiss over the
hunky body of the tax collector below him.

"One!" the satyr said, sticking his tongue out mischievously.

"Two!" Kit cried, shoving his sizable implement past the tax collector's
lips.

"THREE!" they said in unison, each screwing up their faces as their bodies
were wracked by powerful orgasms and they thrust their tremendous tools to
their furthest extents.

The tax collector felt a twitching in his back cavity as wave after wave of
magical goat cum began filling his ass. At the same time, his tongue was
bathed in delectable boy batter as the youth fired salty seed straight down
his throat. The quantities were both so copious that carnal cream came
spilling from his luscious lips and spurted from his hairy hole. The tax
collector's own dong was continuously gushing ejaculate by this point, a
ludicrous cascade that shot in every direction, covering his body as well
as the legs of the beings on either side of him. Slowly, the three of them
crested their climaxes and found themselves on the other side.

"Hnnnnhhhh???" the tax collector said, pulling himself upright. Jax's
gigantic cock plopped from his ass with a wet smacking sound. "What have I
done?"

With a look of fear and embarrassment, the tax collector ran off into the
forest, trying with all his might to wipe the semen from his hirsute naked
body.

Jax snatched the leather purse that the man had left on the ground. When he
opened it, a beam of golden light emerged.

"Here you go, boy," the satyr said, tossing the heavy pouch and its many
coins at Kit. "I hope you've learned something here today."

Kit just held the purse, watching Jax's magnificent ass as he walked off
into the forest.

* * * *

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