Brendan stood for a long minute, he looked down at the donkey size erection bobbing with his heartbeats, his lust bringing pre-cum to dripping from out his cock, as he looked up at Circe, Brendan began to salivate.
"I need, I need YOU!" Brendan said, as he lunged to grab Circe by her arms, and looked then as where he might take her to where she could service his need.
"GUARDS, hold the donkey-man!" Circe yelled, as did two black furred Minotaur males entered the room and summerily grabbed Brendan and subdued him.
Brendan and the two Minotaur were snorting from their sense of urgency. The guards were twin brothers who met Circe many years hence, and she petrified them while she lay in her tomb. One call, and they were revived, coming quickly to aid their Mistress Master. Brendan was huffing mad, feeling his male instinctive lust for wanting to breed, as mate; without any felt thought for love.
"What now," bemoaned Brendan, he held by two creatures with ten time the strength given a satyr-donkey?
"Now, I cast upon you a sense of tranquility, you shall calm your dislike for me, and I shall order my guards to take you to the Satyr grotto, and there have you sexually molested by the male and female satyrs for the next..., say two weeks!" Circe ordered as the guards snorted and Brendan changed his attitude to pleading for mercy.
"Plead all you wish, as after those horny bastard satyrs brutalize you, and the female satyrs molest you, after two weeks of sexual torture, when told to come to me, you will want to come, as spit pre-cum, and give me a fun evening!" Circe said with a manical smile, as she knew what happened to people taken to the Grotto.
"Guys, guys please do not take me to this grotto. Look at what Circe did to you, your, your monsters!" A scared Brendan said, as his guardians snorts their dislike of the puny donkey creature.
When Brendan saw the sign posted as "Grotto," he became more affraid, as his donkey sinus could smell the musky smell of vile sex not far away. The Minotaur guards held Brendan as one pulled on a rope that worked to ring a bell.
Sudden like, from down in the steamy grotto came stomping toward Brendan a band of nine satyrs, all male, and seeing a donkey-satyr, they began talking about how good his anus would feel as being new and tight.
The guards gave Brendan a toss, and he was caught as laid captive by the satyrs as one took to sucking one a donkey cock, and another shoved his satyr cock where Brendan feared one would go...!