Billy and the Gods of Atlantis

Billy and the Gods of Atlantis -- Part 1: The Rescue

Billy felt that all too familiar ache in his balls again, and needed relief badly. "Why am I so horny all the time!?", he thought to himself for at least the ten-thousandth time. And... he was horny most all the time, and compelled to masturbate at least three or four times a day to gain relief. He walked stealthily into the old barn and looked around. This barn hasn't been used in a very long time, he should be safe here from being seen. There weren't many places he could hide away from the prying eyes of his Mother and Father on their small family farm.

He pulled out his shirttail, and then slowly unbuttoned his shirt, looking around to make sure he was alone.

"Man, it's hot and stuffy in here.", he mumbled to himself.

He took off his sweat soaked shirt and threw it on the seat of an old rusty tractor, then unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped the fly. He slid his hand down inside his briefs.

"I'm 18 years old, and my Mom makes me wear cartoon briefs like a little kid. Fuck, I'm still in training-pants.", he grumbled to himself. And yes, he was literally still in training-pants' with little cartoons of teddy bears, ponies, dinosaurs, etc. And, just like toddler's training-pants they were double layered in the crotch and seat. His domineering Mother orders them from a special catalog. Her way of trying to prevent her son from growing up, or is it that she's trying to turn back time? Both, probably. He tried to refuse wearing them not long ago, after his eighteenth birthday. She caught him going commando' to school and his Father beat him with a belt for being disrespectful and disobeying his Mother. Now, she checks him everyday to make sure he's wearing his training-pants. He does love his Mother, yet he hates her at the same time. "Why does she have to be a fucking lunatic all the time", he sighed.

Yes, Billy is 18 years old now, but he still hasn't grown any pubic hair at all. He is very boyish with elfish features and short curly blond hair on his head. His body is athletic, naturally tan from skinny-dipping, and he has ice-blue eyes. He's short in stature for a young man his age; only 5.5 feet (167cm) tall. If beautiful' was a word allowed to describe a young man, beautiful' would describe Billy. He slid his fingers down over his silky smooth, hairless, pubic region. He began to play with his tiny cock; now fully erect it wasn't even 2 inches (5cm). His cock was still the same size as when he was a little kid; it just never grew. His thumb was bigger than his fully erect penis, and when his little pecker becomes cold it pulls completely up inside his pubic area, leaving him looking cockless. He pushed his hand lower in his briefs and cupped his large balls.

"Fuck, why is my cock so small, and my balls so big. They make my cock look even smaller!", he thought to himself.

When Billy would go skinny-dipping in the river with his friends, the other boys always made fun of his tiny cock and his cartoon training-pants briefs. The cold river water would make his penis retreat up inside him. There would be just a little pucker of the foreskin tip where a cock should be. The boys cruelly nick-named him `Baby Cock'. Showering at school after Phys Ed class was the worst; his classmate's teasing was brutal and unrelenting. Next month, in September, he would begin his Senior year of High School and he wasn't looking forward to it.

Billy pulled his jeans and cartoon briefs down to his knees. He looked down at his tiny erection and began to masturbate with his right hand; just using his thumb and index finger. His tiny cock-head sliding in and out of its foreskin sheath. He was at least thankful that his cock is uncut and very sensitive to the touch. But more frequently these days, he thinks it might be better not to have a cock at all. Then, he could lie about how big it used to be before being cut off in some tragic accident. Deep down he hated his tiny cock so much he would be glad to be rid of it.

He had no interest in girls, but fantasized and daydreamed of big naked men and their big cocks, and his little prick would stand up at attention and his balls would ache. He closed his eyes and thought about the naked men he's seen in the shower-room at the YMCA. Big hairy men with big cocks. He so badly wanted to touch their cocks, hold one in his hand. Or, better yet, have one in his mouth. With the index finger of his left hand he wiped up a large drop of precum from the head of his tiny wiener, and sucked it off his finger pretending he was sucking a cock. He loves the taste of his own cum, and likes to ejaculate into his left hand then lick it up.

He stroked his little cock faster and faster. Breathing heavily, his balls pulled up tight, and he felt a powerful surge building in his prostate. He was sweating profusely in the heat of the stuffy barn; as wet as if a large bucket of water had been poured over of his head. Now panting, and his heart pounding, he reached the `point of no return' and suddenly, the barn door flew open! Reflexively, Billy spun around to see who was there, and in the doorway stood his Father! Squarely facing him Billy ejaculated a fountain of cum, and being lost in the moment he continued stroking as he shot two more large spurts of his seed halfway to where his shocked parent was standing. Billy froze in place with fear. His little cock now going soft and shrinking down to just a little foreskin covered nub. A final large drop of his load ran down his balls and dripped into his childish briefs.

His Father's face turned bright red with rage. The man trembled with fury as he shouted and stuttered, "Billy! What the... what the... What do you think you're doing! You know that touching yourself like that is one of the most vile sins! It will send you to straight to Hell! What do you have to say for yourself! Repent now sinner! And beg God not to strike you dead this very moment!"

Billy, still frozen with fear didn't know what to say or do. He stood there mute and trembling with his pants down to his knees.

"Pull up your pants! You vile, wretched, Sodomite!", his Father roared.

Billy, quickly obeyed and pulled up his underwear and jeans, and buttoned and zipped them. He stood there still and speechless staring down at the puddles of his semen on the dirt floor. He was terrified of what might happen next to him. At the very least he knew he would have to endure another whipping with his Father's leather belt.

"I'll tell you what we are going to do... right now.", his Father said much more calmly. "I'm going into the house and call old Doc Connery. I spoke to him last week about how I've seen you absentmindedly playing with yourself, rubbing yourself through your jeans. Your Mother told me about the semen stains in your underwear and on your bedsheets. I've heard you moaning at night! I know what you're doing!"

The Father paused for a moment waiting for Billy to deny his masturbatory activities, But Billy knew it was better to remain silent. Whether he confessed the truth or told a lie right now, would just make his punishment worse.

"I want Doc Connery to come here... right now... to this barn... and castrate you. Before suppertime you are going to be made a Eunuch.", he said this as an indisputable matter of fact. His mind was made up and he would not change it.

Billy gasped and shook with terror at the thought of having his balls cut off. If his balls were the only things the Doc would remove! He had read that some Eunuchs are called Nullos because their cocks are removed too. A warm wetness spread in his crotch and urine ran down his legs. He wasn't even aware that he was pissing himself.

The old Doc lived just a mile down the road. Billy was sure he'd come right over with his surgical bag. He'd heard people talk about how the Doc promoted castration for miscreant boys who couldn't control their urges.

Billy's Father smirked at seeing his son wetting his pants. "You stay right here in this barn until I return with the Doc. I don't want a filthy animal like you in my house right now.", then he turned around and walked resolutely out of the barn and toward the house.

Billy's heart was pounding as he was overwhelmed with panic. He ran out the back door of the barn, in the opposite direction of his Father. As fast as his feet could carry him he headed for the woods. Within minutes he entered the treeline and kept running at full speed. Shirtless, the branches and briers were whipping his body causing bright red welts and scratches. It was as though his animal instincts, his sense of self preservation, kicked in and all he could think to do was to get as far from his Father, and the surgeon's scalpel, as possible. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he ran on, and on, and on, through the trees.

He came to a shallow creek that crossed his way, and collapsed by the cool water in a state of exhaustion. He scooped up the water in his hands and drank greedily. He couldn't believe how good water could taste. After sating his thirst he applied handfuls of water to cool the red welts and scratches on his chest, arms, and sides. His breathing slowed and as he leaned his back against a large bolder his mind began to clear.

"What do I do now?", he thought. "Where do I go?"

He had no money and no relatives he could go to. The parents of all his friends were also friends of his parents. His Father and Mother kept him sheltered and isolated from the World his whole life. And, he stank.

He could smell his urine soaked pants. He sniffed his right armpit, "Damn, I stink! Maybe I shouldn't have skipped my weekly bath last Saturday.", he nervously chuckled starting to feel more relaxed now. His bowels gurgled and he felt the familiar sensation of poop pressing downward on the inside of his sphincter. He leaned a bit to the left, raising his right ass cheek, and let out a loud fart. So loud it echoed in the trees!

"Damn, that was a wet one.", he said under his breath now feeling some warm greasy residue between his ass cheeks mixing with his sweat. Adding to the dark skid marks already in the seat of his filthy briefs. The urge in his bowels was building.

Standing up he stretched a bit and looked around for a place to poop. Billy was no stranger to pooping in the woods, he did that frequently when he went camping and hiking with his friends. To his right, only 20 feet (6 meters) away was a large log laying on the ground, formerly the thick trunk of a fallen tree.

"Yes, that'll do just fine.", he uttered softly.

Billy unbuttoned and unzipped his wet jeans as he walked over to the large log. Just in time, too! He could feel a large thick turd begin to slide out of his virgin asshole and pushing through his hairless, and already greasy, butt-cheeks. He turned around with his back to the log and quickly pulled his jeans and briefs down to his ankles. The instant he was completely seated with his ass hanging over the other side of the log, a thick 10 inch (25cm) turd slid out and plopped on the ground behind him. He pushed down a bit and another large turd slid out and hit the ground with an audible thud. He pushed down with his bowels again and a third turd slid out and dropped on the pile. Billy loved the sensation of pooping, of his virgin hole being stretched open. He wondered to himself, "Would a cock fucking my ass feel this good? Or better?" He hoped that one day he would find out. But for now he had to finish the business at hand. He had to pee again, so he released a stream of piss which ran down over his balls and drained down over the back of the log. Now, he just sat there for a moment feeling pleasantly relieved.

An indistinct sound in the distance caught Billy's attention, "What was that? Fuck, is that my Father coming after me?". He suddenly had a vision in his head of his Father, two farmhands, and Doc Connery carrying his surgical bag; searching for him in the forest. This wasn't his imagination! Somehow he knew this was real and they intended to castrate him, on the spot, wherever they found him!

Billy got up off the log and pulled up his wet and filthy briefs and jeans; not taking the time to wipe his ass, as he usually would do with moss or leaves. He had to keep going until the posse searching for him gave up.

He knew how to get his bearings with the position and movement of the Sun, and the moss most usually on the North sides of the trees. He's been traveling Westward and that's the direction he must continue to go. He waded across the shallow creek and pushed his way through the thick trees and brush, earning more welts and deep scratches in the process.

Moving ahead as quickly and quietly as possible, the forest was thinning out a bit making it much easier to navigate. It's been about an hour since he heard the sound of his pursuers, so he stopped and rested for a few minutes.

"Was that a... ?", Billy thought he heard a horse neighing in the distance, in the direction he was heading. Again... this time he definitely heard a horse neighing and yes, The sound was coming from somewhere in front of him. "a... horse?".

He came upon a well worn dirt trail. It wouldn't be considered a road, but it was more than just a game trail. He looked down and saw large hoof-prints in the dirt, and he could tell the direction they went. The horse couldn't be too far away, so he followed walking quickly but too tired to run.

Rounding a bend in the trail Billy couldn't believe what he saw. A large, muscular, extremely hairy, completely naked man on a very large black horse. The horse stood sideways on the trail and the man was looking back at him. Billy stopped and stared in bewilderment, speechless. The man had to be at least 7 feet (213cm) tall, and the horse was huge! Horses this size were used to plow fields and pull heavy wagons, they are not usually ridden.

"Don't be afraid, young man! I won't hurt you.", the man's voice was rich and deep like an opera singer. "Please... Come closer if you will. You are quite safe, and it looks like you are in need of some assistance."

Billy realized how he must look to the man: dirty, stinking, filthy pissed pants, and all scratched up. "Who are you? Why are you... naked?", Billy asked and immediately felt stupid for asking that. He might be on the man's private land, or unintentionally stumbled upon a Nudist Camp. He hoped he hadn't been rude by asking. After all, he frequently goes skinny-dipping in the river with his friends.

"To answer your second question first, I'm naked just because I am. That is how I prefer to be. And as for my name, most of my friends call me Pan."

"Pan? Like the Greek god?", Billy asked starting to feel strangely comfortable with this man. His voice seemed very soothing to him.

"Demigod, I think is the correct word in your English language.", Pan smiled broadly. His pearly white teeth glinting in the sunlight.

"My English language? So, you're not from around here, where are you from?", Billy became increasingly relaxed and curious. Here he was, having a conversation with a naked man deep in the forest. Billy thought this exotic man with the strange name must be European, maybe Greek?

"No, I'm not native to this beautiful land. My home is far from here. I'm a man of the forests and meadows! Occasionally, Midnight and I will visit far away places that are still pristine and beautiful. It gives me hope yet for mankind.", Pan replied with a friendly smile.

"Midnight? Who's that?", Billy asked as he walked closer to the man called Pan.

"Midnight is my friend and stallion! What is your name, young man?", Pan said in his rich baritone voice as he petted and stroked his impressive steed on the neck.

"Billy. My friends call me Billy.", he said with his boyish smile, feeling at ease, and now standing right beside the naked man and the horse named Midnight. He loved Pan's voice, so melodic, so soothing and calm.

"Billy? As in Billy Goat?", Pan laughed robustly and Billy nodded laughing along with him. "I like that!", Pan said jovially. "So, I will call you Billy as well, because I very much would like to be your friend, too."

Billy was now able to examined Pan more closely: He was extremely tall with long dark shiny hair pulled back in a ponytail. His long dark beard had specs of gold dust in it, and his body was evenly tanned and extremely hairy. He was very well toned and muscular; like the men in the magazine pictures, the professional weightlifters, Billy had masturbated over so many times. His eyes moved lower to Pan's thick pubic hair also glittering with gold dust, and then he gazed upon Pan's huge genitalia hanging down the side of the horse. His flaccid uncut cock was at least 14 inches (36cm) long and 3.5 inches (9cm) in diameter. His balls hung halfway down his thigh and were the size of two baseballs in his veined scrotal sack, which was completely smooth and hairless in stark contrast with the rest of his body. Billy felt his own tiny cock become erect in his stinking, stained, briefs.

"Well, it's my pleasure to meet you, Billy. Where are you traveling to in this vast forest? Where will you spend the night? Be careful not to be out here, in the open, at night. There are wolves, bears, and other predators here!", Pan truly and sincerely warned.

"I don't know. I have nowhere to go. I can't go home; my Father threatened to... to hurt me. And, I know he will if I go back. I don't have anywhere safe that I can go to." Billy said with his voice trailing off and cracking in despair. He dropped his gaze to the ground, tears filled his eyes, and he sniffed his runny nose in defeat.

"Nonsense!", Pan said sharply and Billy looked up at him. "You can come with me, if you'd like. I won't force you to do anything you don't genuinely want to do. But, if you want to give yourself to the wolves and bears, I'll respect that too.", Pan reached down and offered Billy his hand.

Billy grinned broadly and took his most welcome hand. Pan, with no effort at all pulled Billy up and sat him in front of himself, and put his strong left arm around Billy's bare chest to hold him safely in place. They rode bareback, that is with no saddle, and the feeling of warm muscular horse-flesh under Billy was comforting to him. He could feel the man's huge cock twitch against the back of his left thigh, and his own pathetically small cock stiffened more. He badly wanted to be naked too; to feel the back of his bare thigh against his rescuer's enormous cock.

Billy leaned back on Pan's hairy and muscular chest. Pan pulled on the reins with his right hand, turning Midnight back on the path in a Westerly direction, and they rode onward. Billy didn't know where they were heading and he didn't care to ask. He just knew that wherever they end up will be better than what he left behind.

"Thank you, Pan. I'm sorry I stink so badly. I didn't know that I was running away from home today. I skipped my Saturday night bath, and I pissed my pants this afternoon. And, just a little while ago I was in such a hurry, I didn't have time to wipe my ass after pooping. They were coming after me." Billy didn't know why he felt so compelled and comfortable to tell this very strange foreign man all this.

"No apologizes are necessary, my young friend! I never bathe! Occasionally, I'll swim in the sea or in a lake, or stand out in the pouring rain. I'd rather smell like my natural self. I've never used any soaps or perfumes." Pan chuckled a little under his breath and continued, "Billy... tell me what other animal on Earth wipes its asshole after pooping?"

Billy paused for a moment, considering the strange question, "None. None that I know of. Only Humans."

"Exactly! So, why do Humans insist on wiping their assholes after pooping when that is obviously an unnatural thing to do." Pan paused a moment to let Billy think about that, and then continued "The ancient Humans understood that if you eat plenty of grains, and fruits, and nuts, and raw vegetables, and leafy greens; there is no need to wipe your asshole."

"Well... I have seen some animals lick their own assholes clean. And, I've seen some animals lick each other's assholes clean.", Billy responded still pondering the question.

"And, shouldn't we always follow the examples of the Natural World?", Pan asked with a broad smile.

"Yes, I think we should!", Billy said confidently, hopeful for what this conversation may lead to later on.

The sad truth is: Billy was never really potty-trained properly. His Mother kept him in diapers far longer than most children. When she did eventually put him in training-pants briefs, she insisted on wiping his ass for him for the next year or so. She told him firmly, "Toilet paper is expensive, don't waste it! Boys reach around the back, never down between their legs. Do ONE wipe and your done, and only IF you feel you must wipe at all. It's a sin to unnecessarily touch yourself back there!"

Billy turned his head far enough around to sniff Pan's armpit. Pan stunk too, but in a good way to Billy. His armpit smelled of pungent Human sweat mixed with the stink of animal musk. He imagined how a Shepherd with a herd of goats or a flock sheep smells on a hot Summer day: odorous, earthy and natural. He suddenly had the strong desire to sniff Pan's ass. How earthy and musky it must smell! How wonderful it would be to put his face in Pan's hairy ass-crack and lick his asshole clean! Billy's tiny cock has been hard since meeting Pan. It now stiffened even more in his damp briefs. His balls were aching with desire. He felt Pan's massive cock twitch against the back of his thigh again.

Pan's strong hairy arm hugged him a little tighter and Billy suddenly felt a surge deep in his prostate. He ejaculated more powerfully than he had ever experience in his life! Shooting his semen into the crotch of his stinking, piss-soaked, shit-stained, childish training-pants. Ejaculating without touching or rubbing himself! Billy gripped his hands on the outsides of his own thighs as waves of orgasmic pleasure flowed through his whole body.

"OH!... OH!... OH! Fuck!", Billy had never experienced multiple orgasms this intensely. He panted in ecstasy as load after load poured into his soaked crotch. Pan gently massaged Billy's smooth chest. Playfully pinching and playing with his young, tender, nipples. Then Pan stuck the tip of his long tongue into Billy's ear.

"OH Fuck!... OH Fuck!... OH Fuck! Here we go again!", Billy arched his back as his tiny cock erupted in another round of multiple orgasms! The profuse amount of semen soaked through his jeans and ran down on Midnight's withers and flowed down both sides of the stallion. Pan lowered his hand down, running it over Billy's smooth flat stomach to his piss and cum soaked crotch. Pan's huge hand gently squeezed Billy's balls as he playfully nibbled on the young man's right ear.

"AAAH! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE!", Billy moaned loudly feeling completely spent, and collapsed back against new friend's strong furry chest. Pan removed his hand from Billy's crotch and brought it up to his own mouth, then licked the virgin's cum off his hand. He put his arm back around Billy's chest, and gently hugged him again. "What?... What?... What the fuck just happened?", Billy groaned breathlessly. Still quivering in the aftermath of the orgasms.

"That's just my way of saying: I like you!", Pan raised his head and laughed so loudly it echoed through the forest.

As they rode on, Billy fell into a deep sleep in Pan's secure embrace. The sun sank to the horizon and set directly in front of them, and a Full Moon arose in the East and shone brightly in the clear Summer sky. Pan always loved riding at night in the light of the Full Moon, but he didn't need it to see. The night could be pitch black on the New Moon and he would be able to see as clearly as if it were High Noon. The Stallion Midnight clip-clopped along the trail knowing where they where going with no guidance needed. For hours Pan listened to the night, and by the slightest sounds from the forest he knew where the predators were hiding. They rode past wolves, bears, mountain lions, packs of coyotes, dens of rattlesnakes, and ancient evil spirits that live in dark and lonely places. But, all these creatures know who, and what, Pan is. They would never dare attack him. He mused that without a doubt, Billy would not have survived on his own for one hour after sunset.

When the Sun was about to rise in the East behind them, and the Moon was approaching the Western horizon. Pan gently brushed his lips on Billy's silky-smooth cheek and said, "Wake up, we're almost at out destination."

Billy groggily woke up. He was so very comfortable in Pan's arms, he could have stayed there forever. They were standing at an immense stone archway, a semi-circle 20 feet (6 meters) wide and 10 feet (3 meters) high. It looked ancient and was probably part of a much larger structure a very long time ago. In the dim light Billy could see the ruins of broken walls and overgrown foundations in the adjacent woods.

"Where are we?", Billy asked sleepily.

"We are close to my home.", Pan softly replied. "I need you at the arch for a moment, my friend."

Billy didn't protest as Pan easily lifted him up off of Midnight and lowered him to the ground. There was a mountain chill in the air this morning, and his damp pants were feeling cold and clinging to him. He could feel a burning sensation on his thighs, crotch, and ass. Like diaper rash, his piss and cum soaked pants were irritating his skin.

Pan dismounted Midnight and put his hand on Billy's shoulder. "Are you feeling unwell, Billy?", Pan asked with genuine concern.

"I'll need to take these wet pants off, soon. My crotch is breaking out in a rash, and it's starting to hurt.", Billy said sheepishly.

"I'll make sure of that, very soon I assure you. Right now, we have to cross through this Gate.", Pan ran his large but gentle hand through Billy's matted blond hair. Billy shivered in the cool morning air and Pan pulled him close.

Pan and Billy walked together over to the ancient archway, in the first rays of the morning light. The Moon had touched the western horizon and was setting.

"Put your hand on the arch.", Pan instructed.

Billy immediately complied and placed his right hand on the ancient ruin. It was strangely warm and he felt a vibration moving through the stones. Pan then put his own right hand on the arch and it began to glow with an unearthly light.

A loud whirling sound, like the rush of wind and water filled the air. Lightning flashed inside the archway and the ground trembled.

Pan held Billy tight. "Keep your hand on the arch, Billy."

A glowing mist formed in the archway and began to swirl into a vortex. It stabilized into a standing whirlpool and the stone arch glowed more brightly.

"Excellent, my young friend! We can cross the boundary now.", Pan looked very pleased. "Come, take my hand and we'll walk through together! Midnight, come along now." Billy, with no fear at all, took Pan's hand and they walked through the archway side by side. Midnight, Pan's faithful friend and stallion, followed along behind.

On the other side of the arch the air felt differently to Billy. The temperature was now perfect and there was a warmth to the breeze. Billy turned around just in time to see the vortex in the archway dissipate with a soft whoosh. The trees and vegetation around them looked tropical, and the jungle trail behind the archway is not where they came from. The colors of everything here seemed much more vibrant. There were wildflowers in neon hues lining the trail, and palms with lite-purple fronds leaned over the way. A short distance ahead the trail turned into a well used dirt road; crossing through cultivated fields, orchards, and vineyards.

"Where are we, Pan? Are we still on Earth?" Billy asked marveling at the beautiful yet somewhat alien landscape around him. He heard a loud flapping and looked up to see an enormous Pterosaur soaring through the sky!

"Welcome to Atlantis!", Pan bellowed with great enthusiasm.

"Atlantis!?", Billy exclaimed joining in Pan's enthusiasm. "So... so we're not on Earth!?"

"Yes, we are on AN' Earth, but not on YOUR' Earth." Billy looked up at Pan with some confusion. So Pan continued to explain, "The archway we walked through is a gate, or portal, allowing us to pass between Universes. This Earth occupies the same space and time as your Earth. There are many gates, from ancient times, scattered across your World. I'm sure you know of some of them: Stonehenge, the Great Pyramids of Egypt, the Nazca Plane, Machu Picchu, Gobekli Tepe, Ayers Rock, the Dolmens of Russia, and a few others buried in jungles and under the sea."

"Wow! I've read about those places, and many people do suspect there's more to them than just being ancient monuments or ruins." Billy paused for a moment soaking in his surrounding. "So, does that mean that people from my Earth sometimes come here accidentally?"

"Unfortunately yes, but not through the Gates. Occasionally, your Earth's warships and attack aircraft have come through the Bermuda Triangle, which is not a constructed Gate but a natural tear between the Universes. Most of the time we can turn them around right away and send them back, but in the past we have had to destroy a few. When ships and planes are badly damaged while crossing over; we rescue the survivors and they are treated well, but they are not allowed to return to your World. Atlantis must remain just a vague ancestral memory." Pan said with some sadness in his voice. "Come now! Let's not just stand here! I have a cabin nearby where we can rest and refresh ourselves." Pan put his hand on Billy's back as they left the jungle and walked down the road together.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at a one room rustic cabin with a stable attached to it, situated near a large fresh water lake that looked cool and inviting. They paused in the beautiful garden surrounding the modest abode, and Midnight walked into his stable on his own. Billy's crotch and legs were burning from the long exposure to his urine and semen soaked pants, which were now starting to smell of ammonia.

"Billy, may I assist you out of your damp clothes, and help clean you up?" Pan asked softly as he got down on one knee.

"Yes, I'd like that very much, Pan." Billy said as he kicked off his sneakers. Pan lifted each leg gently and took off Billy's reeking socks.

Pan raised the socks to his nose and stiffed in the stench deeply, "Mmmm! Utterly delightful!" he muttered softly.

"Your scratches and crotch-rash are going to need some special attention." Pan said as he unbuttoned and unzipped Billy's jeans. Then he put his large hands on Billy's hips and gently lowered his jeans to the ground and Billy stepped out of them.

Billy felt very embarrassed now; standing there in his filthy, childish, dinosaur print training-pants, damp and reeking of piss, cum, and shit-stains. His face flushed bright red.

"Now, now, now, Billy. Don't look so embarrassed and forlorn! I know you hate these, and you'll never have to wear them again." Pan again put his hands on Billy's hips and pulled down the stinking and stained briefs, and Billy stepped out them too. Pan raised the filthy underwear to his nose, opened them up, and sniffed the dark skid marks in the seat very deeply. Rubbing his nose lightly along the wide dark stripe of sweaty shit-stain, "Oh, what a beautiful aroma! Your musk is as intoxicating as a finely aged wine!", Pan said lustily. Then he wrapped all the dirty clothes together around the shoes and laid them on the ground.

Pan turned his attention to Billy's scratches and crotch-rash. Carefully examining his whole body. Billy's crotch, inside thighs, and butt were bright red and starting to develop fluid filled blisters. "The sap of the Atlantean Water Fern will fix you right up, my boy!", Pan said brightly.

Billy's tiny penis was still chilled from the damp underwear and had completely retreated up into his pubic area. There was just a little pucker of foreskin above his balls where most young men would have a penis hanging down. Pan touched that little pucker of foreskin with his finger and soothingly whispered, "Oh what a beautiful young man you are, my little Billy Goat. You can't imagine how much this delights me."

He stood up and was about to lead Billy over to the lake, but suddenly hesitated. He bent down and picked up the bundle of Billy's filthy clothes and asked, "Do you think you'll need these anymore?"

"No, you can throw them away. They're so filthy you should probably burn them." Billy said smiling up at his tall and handsome friend. Billy didn't quite know it yet, but he was falling in love.

"Watch this, Billy!", Pan said as he tossed the bundle of clothes impossibly high into the air, where they burst into flames and completely incinerated. Billy grinned from ear to ear in utter amazement.

"How!?" Billy gasped.

"You are now in a world ruled by magic! The home of the Olympian Gods! I will show you amazing and wonderful things!", Pan proclaimed operatically in his rich and deeply baritone voice as they strolled toward the lake.

"They exist!?" Billy asked excitedly.

"Yes, my friend. They are very real, and they can be very dangerous. I'll tell you more about them later, but right now we have to attend to your wounds." Pan replied most seriously.

Pan led Billy to the lake water's edge. "Wait right here while I get your medicine.", he instructed and walked a short way up the shore to a stand of tall water plants. He broke off two of the large fan-like leaves, then returned to his waiting patient. Billy loved how Pan's enormous cock and balls swung back and forth as he walked. There is no mystery to Billy why Pan never wore clothes; his genitals could never be constrained! Genitals like that should always be proudly on display.

Pan broke open the veiny leaves releasing a pleasant smelling milky-white fluid. "Here Billy, you rub this on your face, chest, and sides. Cover all the scratches you can reach. I'll apply it to your back and nether region." Billy did as he was asked, and Pan got down on both knees and rubbed the leaves all over Billy's thighs, crotch, and butt-cheeks. The instant the plant sap touched the scratches and rash, the skin healed. In just a few minutes of treatment, all the scratches and rash were completely gone! The plant sap then quickly evaporated leaving no trace.

"Wow! That's amazing, Pan! I feel great! No more burning, the pain is gone!", Billy said excitedly and gratefully.

Billy wrapped his arms around the kneeling Pan and began to weep tears of joy! Pan gently pulled Billy down to lay with him on the mossy ground where they tightly embraced each other. Pan kissed Billy fully and passionately on the mouth while their hands explored each other's bodies. Billy reveling in the thickness and softness of Pans ample body hair, and Pan was ecstatic with Billy's silky smooth skin. Pan's huge cock began to harden, and Billy's tiny penis emerged from its hiding place.

Billy reached his hand down and gripped Pan's enormous 14 inch (36cm) manhood. Now fully erect and rock hard. His fingers couldn't reach completely around the massive and girthy member! He pulled the foreskin down behind the big reddish-purple head which was already slick with cum.

"So, Pan is a show-er and not a grow-er." he thought amusingly and giggled. His own diminutive 2 inch (5cm) little pecker was standing tall at the thought of what Pan might have in store for him.

Billy suddenly realized how badly he still stunk. He put his head down and sniffed. "Oh yeah, I can smell my reeking pits and feet, dried piss and cum, and my dirty ass.", Billy thought to himself. Most of the time his own body odor doesn't bother him, but right now he reeked very badly. But, Pan didn't seem to mind the stink at all. By the way he had sniffed Billy's socks and underwear he seemed to very much enjoy the stench!

Back home, Billy was only allowed to bathe once a week because his Father considered daily bathing vain and wasteful. Saturday night was bath night and if he missed it, he didn't have another opportunity to bathe until the next Saturday. This last Saturday, he intentionally stayed out late with his friends. When he got home his Father sent him immediately to bed. So it's been 11 or 12 days since his last soapy bath. He went swimming with his friends that Saturday, "That should count enough as a bath, right?", he reasoned at the time. He intentionally missed his bath night because he hated it. His Mother insists on bathing him in the tub,like he was still a toddler. "I'm 18! And, my Mother still bathes me!", he thought bitterly that day. Always hoping none of his classmates ever found out. Worst still, his Mother had kept him in diapers well into his Elementary School years. He'd still be in diapers if a school counselor hadn't intervened. That's when she started making him wear infantile cartoon-print training-pants. Now and then she still suggests, "Billy, maybe you should wear a diaper at night and on the days you're at home. Just in case you have an accident'" Not long ago she ordered a large pack of baby-print adult diapers and put them on top of his dresser. He wasn't allowed to ever say NO' to her, or his Father would beat him with the belt. He somehow knew for sure that if he went home that Saturday, and she bathed him, the evening would end with him diapered and locked in his bedroom. He's also pretty sure that the castration threat probably originated with her; a way to eliminate his sex drive, and keep him a baby forever in her twisted mind. He sniffed down toward his chest again.

"Pan, I really do stink. Can I clean up a bit in the lake", he asked pleadingly.

With Billy lying on the ground Pan began sniffing him all over. His nose started at Billy's head and worked his way downward. Pausing to deeply inhale Billy's armpits. Downward further, he paused at his crotch sniffing Billy's erect little dink and ample ball-sack. He lifted one of Billy's feet and sniffed it thoroughly giving a satisfied grunt to the foul odor. Then he rolled Billy over on his stomach and dove his face into Billy's filthy ass crack. He took the longest and deepest sniff there with his nose touching lightly on Billy's stinking asshole. Pan grunted like an animal, rolling his eyes up in ecstasy.

"I promised that I would help clean you up! I'll start at the top and work my way to the bottom. Saving the best for last!", Pan said with an eager grin as he helped Billy sit up on the mossy ground, and sat up beside him.

Billy looked with astonishment at Pan's massive erection pointing almost straight up. The foreskin was still retracted behind the very large reddish-purple head, and large drops of precum were steadily streaming down the heavily veined 14 inch (36cm) shaft. The shaft was now somewhat thicker than in its flaccid state. Bulging a bit in the middle at about 4 inches (10cm) in diameter. Billy thought to himself, "I think I can just fit his cock-head in my mouth, but there's no way his cock is going to fit up my ass. He'll tear me wide open! But, I want him to fuck me so badly!"

"Don't you worry about anything, my beautiful lad." Pan said soothingly laying his hand on Billy's back and massaging him gently. Their bond was building and Pan could empathetically sense Billy's discomfort while looking at his gargantuan manhood.

"Billy, I will never do anything to hurt you, and I will never allow anyone or anything hurt you.", Pan spoke with sincerity and great affection. "If you say `Stop', I will stop." Billy smiled at this and now felt completely at ease again.

Pan leaned over and gently licked Billy's cheek. His breath was wonderful! It smelled of autumn leaves with a hint of exotic spices. Pan turned Billy's head and gently licked the other cheek. His tongue was extremely long. Much longer and wider than the tongue of that famous blood-spitting Rock-Star Billy had seen in a magazine: The one who paints his face to look like a demon and plays the bass guitar shaped like an ax. Wherever Pan licked the skin, it then felt cool and refreshed. Billy realized with excitement that Pan was going to bathe him with his tongue. His little pecker stiffened even more but he didn't touch himself, although he was very tempted. Through a psychic connection they were forming he knew that Pan wanted to pleasure him in his own unique ways.

Pan thoroughly and methodically licked Billy's face, neck, and ears. Sometimes it would tickle and Billy would chuckle and chortle. Pan moved up to Billy's hair licking and nibbling at his scalp. When Pan was done cleaning Billy's head he moved downward to his chest licking in long strokes. He paid particular attention to Billy's armpits, savoring the stench and flavor there, then he continued down to his stomach and around and down Billy's back. After Billy was thoroughly licked clean from his head to his waist, Pan moved down to his feet to work his way up. Billy laid flat on his back on the soft mossy ground. Pan held each foot in his hands, first licking the soles and then taking his time to painstakingly lick between the toes and briefly suck on each one. Billy looked down and saw Pan's massive cock was twitching and completely coated in precum which was streaming out continually. The tongue-bath continued upward to Billy's crotch. Pan meticulously tongue-washed his ball-sack and pubic area. He was particularly careful when licking Billy's little penis that he did not stimulate him enough to make him orgasm. "Mmmm!", Pan hummed. Billy was also leaking profuse amounts of virgin precum and Pan thought it was absolutely delicious. Billy arched his back in pure ecstasy when Pan briefly had his hard little pecker in his mouth. With great restraint Pan stopped, not allowing Billy to ejaculate... yet.

"Now roll over on your stomach, Billy. There's just one more part of you to clean. And, it's my favorite part of the male anatomy!" He said with great anticipation while he gently helped Billy roll over to the prone position.

Pan repositioned himself directly behind Billy. "Spread your legs as far as you comfortably can.", Pan instructed and Billy complied. Pan savored the moment, gazing lustily at Billy's filthy ass-crack. He lowered his face down into that fetid valley with his own stinking ass in the air and, laid his tongue in the taint behind Billy's balls. He licked with some pressure straight up the middle of Billy's ass-crack and out at the top. The flavor was phenomenal and Pan found it reminiscent of the Shepherds of ancient Greece who worshiped him but rarely bathed and never wiped their asses. He would care for them and lick their assholes clean during the orgies. Pan licked a long hard stroke again, this time concentrating on the inside of the left butt-cheek. Then he turned his attention to the inside of the right butt-cheek with a long hard lick. Pan repeated this rotation of licking up the middle, up left side, then up the right side several times, till he was satisfied that the crevasse was clean enough. Billy was utterly ecstatic, lost in the sensation of Pan's tongue repeatedly wiping up the cleft of his ass. Pan pulled his face back and examined his work. He decided Billy's virgin asshole needed a deep cleaning, and a lot of loosening.

"How do you feel, Billy? Do you feel clean?", Pan asked his prone friend.

"I've never felt cleaner!", Billy answered while propping himself up on his elbows. He lowered his head down to the right and sniffed his arm and armpit. "Wow! I smell fresh like the woods' smell after a Spring rain!" Billy felt as clean, or even cleaner, than when he had been scrubbed in the bathtub by is Mother.

"I think your tight virgin asshole needs a deeper cleaning. May I proceed?" Pan asked politely.

"Please do! Do whatever you want to do to me! I trust you." Billy responded with lustful desire in his voice.

"I'm going to lay flat on my back and I want you to sit on my face.", Pan instructed as he assumed a supine position.

Billy got up and eagerly straddled Pan's face on his knees, with his calves tight against Pan's sides. He lowered himself down facing his large hairy friend's magnificent cock. Pan raised his hands up to his face, cupped Billy's silky-smooth virgin ass-cheeks and gently spread them. Billy leaned forward, using his hands to brace himself by gripping Pan's sides.

Pan's tongue penetrated Billy's virgin asshole and felt a large turd not far up inside. He pulled his tongue out. "Time for a snack!", Pan said gleefully and hungrily. "Feed me, Billy!". Billy understood what Pan wanted and pushed down with his bowel muscles. Pan opened his mouth wide over Billy's asshole waiting for this special treat. The large thick turd moved downward slowly opening Billy's anus, and then began to emerge from the puckered hole. Pan bit off a large chunk of the very solid shit-log and chewed and swallowed it quickly. Another length of solid turd entered his mouth, and again he bit, chewed, and swallowed quickly. The last part of the turd dropped completely into his mouth with a little fart and he chewed it slowly, savoring the flavor of a young virgin's poop. He swallowed and rolled his eyes in delight! The flavor to him was better than the finest chocolate that the gods serve on Olympus!

He darted his tongue in and out of the puckered orifice several times, to clean the anal canal thoroughly. Then, he plunged his tongue in deep and kept it there. Billy felt an unusual warmth and vibration in his anus. Pan's tongue began to grow in length and in width! And, it felt wonderful!

Billy leaned forward as far as he could without lifting his ass off Pan's face. He opened his mouth as wide as possible and took Pan's large bulbous cock-head into his mouth. It was so big he thought the corners of his mouth would split open, but then that warmth and vibration happened again! This time around his lips, jaw, and throat. Suddenly, he was able to easily accommodate the cock-head and about six inches (15cm) of the shaft! His mouth was stretched impossibly wide but there was no pain at all. Billy realized Pan was stretching his asshole open the same way.

Pan's tongue was now at least 15 inches (38cm) long and squirmed around inside Billy's large bowel like a snake, cleaning him out. Next, Pan straightened his tongue out, probing deeply, and then his tongue began to slowly swell again in diameter.

Billy felt his asshole stretching to an impossible width just like his mouth had done, and there was to pain. It felt absolutely wonderful! His little cock was pulsating! Semen continually ran in a stream down over his balls, through Pan's long beard, and puddled on his hairy chest. Pan's monstrous cock was also continually streaming a profuse amount of semen like a faucet was turned on, and Billy was drinking it down like a calf sucking milk from a cow's tit. Billy suddenly realized that he hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning. Pan's semen was satisfying his hunger and thirst. He fed Pan, and now Pan was feeding him!

Pan pushed up on Billy's butt, "I believe you are now ready, my sweet Billy Goat.", he announced with complete satisfaction. Billy stood up and stepped over Pan to one side. Pan stood up with a lustful grin, his horse-size cock twitching in anticipation and a long thick string of semen dripped clear to the ground. He picked up Billy by his armpits who reflexively wrapped his legs around Pan's waist. Pan kissed him deeply and fully on the mouth for several minutes, then broke the kiss to lift Billy higher. As he lowered him again, Billy felt the huge head of Pan's cock pushing against his asshole. Pan lowered him more, and slowly impaled Billy on the entire length of his gigantic phallus.

"OOOHHH! AAAHHH!", Billy moaned passionately toward the sky. This was so much better than he ever imagined! The fullness in his stretched asshole, the heat and animal aroma of Pan's body, they were fucking outdoors, in the open, and not caring if they were seen. His balls were aching more now than ever before. Pan slowly raised Billy up and lowered him down the entire length of his cock. Up and down, again and again, and Billy never wanted it to stop. Waves of pure pleasure flowed through him. "This is so much better than jacking off!" Billy thought but didn't say aloud.

"Yes, so much better than jacking off." Pan said having heard Billy's thoughts through their newly formed psychic bond. He looked deeply into Billy's ice-blue eyes and spoke to him telepathically, "Open your thoughts to me, my sweet boy."

Billy was enraptured with wave after wave of anal orgasms that he never imagined he could experience. His gaze was locked on Pan's handsome brown eyes. Pan's cock rhythmically sliding up and down in his asshole. As Pan would lower Billy down he would also thrust upward with his hips. "I hear you in my mind, but you're not speaking!", Billy replied only with his thoughts. Testing this new ability.

"That's right, Billy! You can speak to me, and I to you, without saying a word.", Pan replied through their psychic link. "Clear your mind for me. Think of nothing, and just indulge in the pure animal lust of the moment. Open all your memories to me."

Billy did as Pan requested and cleared his mind of all conscious thoughts. He turned himself entirely over to his raw animal lust for sexual pleasure. The enormous cock in his ass was all that mattered. His asshole quivered and spasmed in orgasmic delight with every thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his young body. Billy's mind was wide open.

Pan looked deep into Billy's subconsciousness, and Billy's memories flooded Pan's mind. He saw everything: the domineering Mother with a secret, the fanatical and abusive Father, the beatings, and the bullying. He saw everything and tears streamed down his cheeks into his gold-dusted beard. No one will ever hurt his sweet little Billy Goat again! His anger at what they've done to this sweet boy turned into passion, and he began to thrust his cock into Billy's ass faster and faster.

Billy and Pan were both on the very edge of orgasmic ejaculation. Billy didn't touch his tiny erection, he knew he didn't need to anymore. They were panting like wild animals in rut. Pan's huge balls pulled upward, as did Billy's, and they both released their seed at the same time. Billy shooting copious loads of semen in waves of multiple orgasms; just as he did last night on the horseback ride here. The blasts of cum hitting Pan's stomach and running down to his dense gold-dusted pubes.

"AAAAHHHH! OOOOHHHH! AAAAHHHH!", they howled up to the sky in unison as Pan pumped his massive load of cum up Billy's asshole and deep into his large intestine. It was normal for Pan to ejaculate at least a quart (a liter) of semen, but this time it would be over twice that amount! Then, in the midst of their mutual orgasms, at the hight of their lustful passions, a wondrous transformation occurred to them both.

At the crest of Pan's forehead, where his hairline begins, ram's horns sprouted up and circled down around the sides of his head. His ears extended up into points. A large goat's tail sprouted from where a Human tailbone is always hidden. His calves and feet transformed into the legs and hooves of a gigantic goat. About mid-thigh down to his hooves hair transitioned and transformed into goat's wool which also extended up the outsides of his thighs to his waist.

Billy felt something wonderful happening to him in the heat of orgasmic ecstasy, as Pan's semen filled his bowels: Horn spikes, about 3 inches (8cm) tall sprouted on his forehead at the hairline. His ears pulled up into points. His already large testicles grew even larger, and his scrotum enlarged and grew in length to hang lower. A goat's tail sprouted from his tailbone and immediately wiggled back and forth with glee. His calves and feet transformed into the legs and hooves of a goat. Wool sprouted mid-thigh down to his newly acquired hooves and up the outsides of his thighs to his waist. All his senses became a thousand times more acute, and he deeply inhaled the scent of their animal passion up through his nostrils. Now, he truly was Pan's `Billy Goat'. He had become a Satyr!

Billy finally realized that this man with strange powers, from this strange land, was not just called Pan. He IS Pan! `THE' Pan! If Billy hadn't been so exhausted yesterday, and so enraptured in his lust today, he would have figured it out. In the school library, secretly from his fanatical parents, he used to read voraciously. The Greek and Roman myths were some of his favorite stories. Deep down he knew there was a seed of truth in them, not just legends but based on actual eyewitness accounts! He is being held in the arms of the God and King of the Satyrs and Shepherds. He is Pan son of Zeus! Cursed by Hera in his Human Mother's womb, but blessed by his Father with wondrous powers.

Their eyes locked again and their faces shone with a glow of absolute adoration for each other. Pan's mind touched Billy's, "There is another desire I saw deep in your subconscious. There is something you would like to be rid of forever."

Billy knew and finally admitted to himself what Pan was referring to; what he had secretly wished many times. "Please Pan, take it away if you can! It has caused me so much anguish, shame, and embarrassment, and you've shown me that I don't need it anymore.", he replied with his new telepathic ability.

"Once I take it way, it can never be returned. Even when you are in your completely Human guise, it will be gone. Gone forever. Be sure this is what you want.", Pan cautioned.

"I am sure! Please do it!", Billy implored.

Pan's cock was softening but still fully inserted up inside Billy. He hugged Billy tightly, passionately. Billy returned the embrace with his arms and with his now very strong goat legs around Pan's waist. He buried his face into Pan's thick and musky chest hair and reveled in the pungent animal stink of Pan's armpits. Something was now happening down in his crotch. His tiny foreskin sheathed penis, now just a soft little nub, began to warm then became uncomfortably hot! Billy groaned a little, trusting Pan's word that he will not be hurt.

"Shhh, my lovely Billy Goat." Pan whispered audibly.

The heat subsided in Billy's minuscule penis nub, cooling rapidly. Cooling more and more until it was ice cold. Shrinking smaller and smaller, pulling completely up inside his pubic area. Billy was used to that shrinking sensation during the cold of Winter, but this was different. The shrinking didn't stop! Very quickly he could feel that his penis was entirely gone, externally and internally! Billy hasn't seen it yet, but there is now just a little vertical slit-opening of a pee-hole above his now enormous testicles in their long scrotal sack. His transformation now complete; Pan had made him a cockless Satyr!

Pan lifted Billy up and kissed him long and deep. Their tongues explored the insides of each other's mouths. Billy discovered that his tongue was also much longer than before, like Pan's! He could taste his poop which Pan had eagerly eaten earlier and it tasted wonderful! Almost like dark chocolate with hints of the foods he's eaten! Now it dawned on him that he had seen the dog and the farm animals eat poop, their own and other animals', many times. Now he knows why, and he lusted even more for a taste of Pan's ass.

"Now, let me take a good look at you!" Pan said smiling and put his hands up under Billy's armpits. He lifted him up pulling his now flaccid cock out of Billy's ass, and it flopped down audibly slapping Pan's thighs with the foreskin covered head almost down to his knees. Billy expected the half gallon (2 liters) of semen pumped up his ass to drain out, but it didn't. He released the grip of his goat legs from around Pan's waist, and Pan lowered him to the ground.

Billy's hooves touched the ground for the first time, and he was so unsteady that he lost his balance and almost fell down. Pan grabbed him under the right arm and steadied him.

Pan laughed loudly and heartily. "There you go, my lad! You'll get the hang of walking with hooves soon enough! Bend your knees a bit and squat down slightly." Pan was giddy with the joy of sharing in Billy's new experiences.

Billy steadied himself and took a couple steps forward, then a couple more steps, "Hey! I think I got the hang of it!" He reached up with both hands and felt the horns on head and then his pointed ears. He reached around behind and felt his goat's tail! Billy grinned broadly, delighted at now having a tail. He looked down and examined his modified crotch: Huge testicles, for his body size, hanging half-way down his thighs, and the scrotum was smooth and hairless. Above them there was a small vertical slit of a pee-hole. There was no evidence that there was ever a cock there! He rubbed his new pee-hole lightly with his fingers. There was no bump confirming to him that his penis was completely gone inside and out. He examined his goat legs and hooves taking a few more steps around in a circle. "Pan! This is awesome! I think I already love being a Satyr!", he said embracing Pan in a hug, and Pan reciprocated and held him close for a few minutes.

They released their embrace and savored the moment. Billy asked, "I felt you pump a huge amount or semen up my butt. Like having a cum enema, and I expected it all to gush out of my asshole when you pulled your cock out. But, it didn't. I don't feel it up in me now, where did it go?"

Pan smiled and chuckled, "In anyone else my semen would have poured out onto the ground. I have enchanted you to absorb it; to empower and rejuvenate you." Pan paused grinning broadly, "My cock is your own personal Fountain of Youth! It can be possible for you to stay here with me forever." Pan's voice finished softly with his voice cracking a bit with heartfelt emotion.

"I would love that very much." Billy's voice trembled with deep emotion.

Pan gently guided Billy to sit down on the mossy ground beside him and said, "You can't imagine how much that pleases me! I do need to warn you that you now have about ten times the strength of the average Human male. When you encounter Humans, be careful not to unintentionally hurt them."

"I'll be careful.", Billy promised.

"And... I have some information to tell you about your parents, that may shock you." Pan's tone had become very serious.

"Okay, I'm listening." Billy said soberly, and looked Pan straight in the eyes.

"Do you remember that I had you put your hand on the arch with me when we crossed over from your Earth?", Pan asked.

"Yes. Why did you have me do that? You don't need my help to operate the archway.", Billy asked in return.

"It was a test to help confirm something that I suspected. When you touched the arch it reacted to you. You see... It was no accident that you found me. I was looking for you. In your panic I could hear you in my mind calling out for help.", Pan explained.

"Ah, that's why when I came around the bend in the trail, you were there sitting on Midnight facing me! You were waiting!", Billy exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes, I was. And on our way, when I induced you with multiple orgasms?", Pan raised an eyebrow with the question.

"Yes, that was awesome! It felt incredible!" Billy was now intrigued to hear the truth of the matter.

"That was a test to see if our minds could touch in a non-stressed situation." Pan briefly paused. Billy looked puzzled, so Pan continued, "All Humans have some small level of psychic ability. All of them. It comes out strongest in them when they are under a great deal of stress, like when they are in danger."

Billy nodded, listening closely.

"That's what I thought when I heard your mind calling out. I thought I was coming to the aid of an innocent Human in distress. But, then I tested your mind by causing the orgasms. I connected easily with your thoughts, too easily. After you touched the arch and it reacted to you, I knew for sure. Then, in the throes of our lust today you opened your mind and I confirmed what I already knew..." Pan paused.

Billy was utterly enthralled, "What did you confirm?"

"One of your ancient ancestors was a Satyr!", Pan informed him.

"Wow! That's not bad news! No wonder I feel so comfortable now.", Billy said very pleased. It made perfect sense to him: He loves the outdoors, he loves being naked, he's always horny, his deep homosexual lust, and he didn't care much about bathing or personal hygiene.

"Yes, it is a wonderful thing! The bad news about your family is a lot harder to tell you." Pan furrowed his brow.

"Go ahead, please tell me." Billy said looking pensive.

"Your Mother is a Witch." Pan stated flatly.

"A Witch?... A real Witch?..." Billy was incredulous. "There are REAL Witches?" Then he felt really stupid asking that question, considering he was now a REAL Satyr and he was having a conversation with an ancient Demigod. "Never mind, that was a stupid question... Tell me more about her!"

"Your Mother enchanted your Father to fall in love with her. She knew she had an ancient ancestor who was a Wood Nymph, and she could divine that your Father had an ancient Satyr ancestor. She knew that any son they produced would have powerful psychic abilities, and might be able to cross over to other universes." Pan paused to let that sink in for a moment. "Humans, even Human Witches, can't activate the archways to cross over. With her heritage combined with your Father's, you were produced with magic to be more Olympian than human. Your appearance even resembles Apollo, Aries, and Hermes. The scales were tipped just enough in favor of your Olympian heritage. With her guidance and training, you would be able to open the portal on your own. She wanted you to bring her here."

"So that's why I was born. But why does she want to come here?" Billy asked.

"Because this Earth is the center of all magic. She would become a very powerful Sorceress among the Humans and Nymphs, and she would most likely seek the protection of Hera. And, there's something else..." Pan paused making sure he had Billy's full attention, "She intentionally stunted your development. That's why you're short in stature, why you didn't grow any body hair, and why your penis was so small. She fed you magic herbs and cast spells on you as an infant. She needed to control you when you became an adult. She needed you entirely dependent on her."

It all made sense now. A question occurred to Billy, "How do you know all this for sure? Where you there in some way?"

"It was all stored away in your mind. You witnessed many things you didn't understand as a small child: You saw her cast spells and heard her conversations with other Witches. It was easy for me to put all the pieces together." Pan sighed heavily at the tragedy of Billy's tortured childhood and concluded, "That part of your life is over now. And, I have a very serious question to ask you about your future." Pan looked very concerned about how Billy may answer his question.

"Please ask me anything, Pan. Anything at all." Billy said pensively seeing the look in Pan's eyes. Wondering what would so concern the God and King of Satyrs and Shepherds.

Pan paused for a moment because this question will affect both their futures, possibly forever. Then he asked, "I love you, Billy. Will you be my protege and lover, and learn the ways of the Olympian Gods? Will you come with me to Mount Olympus to ask my Father Zeus for his blessing?"

Billy was overjoyed! "Yes! Pan! Yes! I love you, too!" His mind was racing! He was now the lover, personal protege, and student of the great Pan, and was just invited to Mount Olympus, the City of the Gods!

They embraced again, and sealed their confession of love for each other with a long deep kiss. Pan has had countless lovers and proteges over the twenty-thousand years of his existence, but Billy was different. Pan had finally found his true love!

"Wonderful! My heart sings with joy! We'll feast tonight, and begin our journey in the morning! Come! Come, to the cabin for food and wine! I'm sure my servant will have our table prepared by now." Pan said in his sing-song voice bursting with unbridled happiness.

"Servant?" Billy thought, and Pan just looked at him and winked.

Pan stood up first and gave Billy his hand to help him up on his hooves, knowing Billy was still learning how to balance and walk. Pan pulled Billy up slowly and he wobbled a bit, then he put his arm around his young friend and they walked toward the cabin. To Billy's complete astonishment there in the front doorway of the cabin stood a naked Pig-Man holding a large tray with fruit, bread, and a jug of wine.

The Pig-Man had the head of a pig and the body of a very muscular man. He was about 6 feet (183cm) tall. His skin was like that of a pig: pink mottled with some scattered dark purplish splotches. His body hair looked stiff and bristly, and he had the hooves of a pig. As they approached more closely Billy saw the Pig-Man had no genitals, but where his cock and balls used to be there was a vertical surgical scar and a modified pee-hole. Pig-Man was a Nullo-Eunuch: completely castrated.

"Who is that!?", Billy asked fearfully.

Pan smiled at Billy and answered softly, "Don't be afraid. This is Hios, the caretaker of this cabin and my surrounding lands. He also tends to Midnight and monitors who comes and goes to and from the archway portal."

"You castrated him!?", Billy asked with an expression of horror.

"No! My sweet naive Billy Goat" Pan said shocked that Billy would think such a thing. They stopped walking for a moment while he explained, "Hios was the High Priest of the Temple of Hera, in the Human lands of Arcadia. As High Priest he was required from birth to remain pure and virginal. He fell in love with a young handsome Shepherd and broke his chastity vow. It angered his Goddess, and she did this to him: She ordered the other priests to publicly castrate him, and then she turned him into a Pig-Man. I found him wandering the Arcadian Wilderness and brought him here, and asked him to be my personal valet and caretaker."

"The poor man!" Billy sighed in sympathy for Hios, and he remembered what his Father planned to do to him. Now knowing the truth about his Mother, he was sure he would have suffered the same fate: Complete sexual nullification.

Pan and Billy resumed their stroll toward the cabin. Hios came out of the doorway and motioned with his head for them to follow him. He led them around to the other side of the cabin, and there under the shade of a massive and ancient oak tree was a large low square table. Hios set his tray down on the table, along side several other trays of various meats and cheeses, and then poured two golden chalices of wine. Pan and Billy lounged on the cool ground, each on an adjacent side with their heads toward each other. Pan picked up his golden chalice and held it high.

"To you! My sweet Billy Goat. Your new life and journey now begins." Pan said looking deeply into Billy's eyes, and touching Billy's mind.

A sense of comfort and well being descended over Billy as he picked up his chalice. They toasted by touching the cups together and then they both drank deeply, completely draining them.

"Hios! Summon the nearby Satyrs and Shepherds. And, the local Farmers and Farmhands! Tonight we feast and orgy.", Pan called to the nearby Hios standing ready to serve, and who immediately walked at a brisk pace back to the cabin.

Pan turned to Billy, "Tomorrow, we will begin our journey to cross the Eastern half of the Great Central Plain. Hopefully, we'll make it as far as the Old City on our first day."

Billy grinned from ear to ear as he picked up the jug of wine and refilled the beautiful golden cups. As he placed the jug back on the table he saw a column of purple light originating at the cabin, about 10 feet (3 meters) in diameter, shoot a thousand feet (305 meters) into the air, accompanied with a crack and boom of thunder: The invitation to the party has been sent, and whoever can see it are welcome to attend. Billy is about to experience his first orgy!

Coming soon: Billy and the Gods of Atlantis -- Part 2: The City of the Titans