Nine horny satyrs took hold of Brendan and literally picked him up and carried him down into the Satyr's Grotto. The grotto was a deep gully set between two sheer as smooth walls of solid granite stone. The stone walls were nothing anyone could climb except a spider or a fly. As of those taken down into the hot as volcanic steam fog hot springs, most never walked out having human feet.
Brendan was screaming still when the band of satyrs set him back down to solid ground. "No, no, please guys NO!" He yelled as his feet touched the warm stone of the grotto floor.
As he stood there naked but furry everywhere except his black donut anus, and his 20 inch long donkey cock; it was his cock a short, maybe 4' 6" satyr did latch onto the distal end and shoved it inside his mouth.
Brendan reeled from the sensations his cock radiated to his brain. The short satyr began sucking on Brendan's donkey cock like a kid sucking on the straw stuck in a thick malted milk drink.
A lusty big breasted female satyr strode past the satyrs gawking at Brendan as she knelt low, to leaned forward and did give a big lip kiss to each of those donkey huge balls. "Look at what Circe gave this Jackass, why his balls are massive, just imagine the volume of semen they hold in wait for us to enjoy!"
The same Satyress began fingering fondling of Brendan's big balls, she looking up as she did and said, "Look at these balls," as Brendan moaned woefully, his mind on overload from the sensual touching feelings happening to his furry self.
"Hel... help me, please stop the sensual touching, let me alone for a few minutes as I was just recently transformed to being half a donkey. You, your being sensual is clouding my mind with wild wants for having sex, sex, sex, and more... SEX!"
"He's ripe, take him to Decatur and let the Master begin the treatment for this new stud," said a satyr from the group, and the short satyr cried, "NO, I was sucking on him and getting some pre-cum, he might ejaculate me my breakfast!"
"Come, take him to Decatur," several satyrs said in unison!
Brendan was pushed and rushed further into the hot and steamed grotto to where he was to meet the Grand Master satyr, a beast named as Decatur. As they pushed Brendan along, his donkey hoofs began to slip, finding the wet granite rock as slippery. He slipped and fell more than twice during getting the bum-rush. He continued to yell for the satyrs to slow down or stop pushing him. A slippery bit of mildew on the rock floor of the grotto made Brendan slip as fall. He fell head-long, face first and slipped into the spread legs of a seated Satyress.
"Well, who do I have here," she said, as Brendan smelled a spicy scent, what bade him to reach forth his broad tongue and gave a testing lick to the satyr' cunt.
The flavor Brendan tasted was enticing enough to return his tongue to licking and pressed past those lips of a doe goat satyr vulva. His stout tongue groped inside the cunt, and he wiggled his head and face to pressing snug into her swollen crotch.
"Yes, please I want for more," Brendan said in a muffled voice as his short muzzle mouth he nestled lustily into a sexual crotch. The female satyr took to messaging the long ears of her donkey lover, and the band of satyrs watched, cooed, and groaned for their chance to know Brendan better.
"My name is Minerva, ask for me later when Decatur is through with his delights," the Satyress said, as Brendan seemed to recall the name of Minerva from somewhere, wondering when he might have met her before.
"Grab his tail, and I will dislodge his muzzle from her cunt, he must meet with Decatur, and soon!" A bold satyr said, and managed to drag a braying and erotic thinking donkey back to the rocky trail.