Pans Pipe

Michael clawed at the rubble beneath him, his fingers bloody and bruised as the rough brick dug into his skin, his heart pounded in his ribcage; he hoped, he prayed that there was some kind of life, anything that would tell him he was no longer alone, but no. It was just him, the bomb had taken everything, his home, his family, and as he looked around he realised it had taken his village.

With unsteady legs on the uneven ground Michael climbed to his feet. His white socks now covered in soot and grime, the coarse stone beneath him digging in through the fabric, but he didn't notice the pain. Physical pain was nowhere near as painful as the emotional-dizzying pain that seared his mind.

Only moments ago he had come home from work, said a quick hello to his parents, before running up to his room pulling off his boots and stripping out of his work attire.

The eighteen year old had a toned physique from shovelling coal all day, keeping the train's engine alive for hours on end, his dark reddish hair almost glowed by the light of the flames that caused him to sweat profusely. He was always dripping with sweat by the time he came home, getting out of his hot sticky uniform and embracing a brief moment of nudity was usually his favourite part of the day. But today he had no time to relax, he was standing almost completely naked except for his socks and tattered underwear in the rubble of his home.

In many ways it was a good thing he was alone, imagine someone seeing him how he is now? It would be scandalous, people may be suffering, but there is nothing that stands between a Brit and modesty. Michael was the opposite of modest at this moment.

His soft freckled skin was covered not only in sweat, but dust and grime that stuck to him in patches. It covered him head to toe, it was in his hair, on his chest, on his legs, and even in his thick ginger pubes after slipping through the tears in his boxers.

Tears rolled down his cheek mixing with the grime and leaving dark streaks on his skin. He didn't know where to turn, what to do. He was stuck amongst the rubble, and part of him wanted to just lay down and give up, but just when he was at his lowest a light appeared beneath his feet.

As he bent down pulling away the bricks the light shifted into a bright swirling green and brown vortex that grew and grew as more of it was revealed. It was so bright Michael had to shield his eyes with his arm as he continued to reveal it, until there it was, a portal of some description laying just by his feet.

With caution Michael knelt down on all fours and peered down into the vortex, as he tried to get a closer look his foot brushed against a brick that set him off balance and he tumbled into it head first and ass up.

Michael was propelled up through the other side of the portal with such force it literally blew his socks off and the remainder of his underwear for that matter. A naked Michael fell to the earth with a thump landing on a pillow of soft mint green grass. In a panic he fell back onto his butt and scurried backwards trying to comprehend what had just happened.

He looked down to examine his naked body for any injuries, but found it completely clear of any cuts or bruises, he was now completely spotless too, the force of the portal pulling away any dirt and debris that had stuck to his skin.

He got to his feet with shaky legs and spun round taking in the immensity of the place he now found himself in. It was a forest clearing, trees circled him from every angle towering as high as the sky which was shrouded with a blanket of leaves where the tops of the trees intertwined. That's what he'd seen distorted in the portal the earthy tones of the trees.

Michael looked back down at the portal which was encased in a wall of stones, it sat within the wall which was pushed out of the ground about half the height of a standard well. The stones were covered in dirt and grime that had come off Michael's skin, and he saw the remnants of the fabric from his boxers and socks littered about here and there. Inside the portal was a dark greyish blue, the sky of the world he'd just come from. He fought with the idea of going back through. Going home. But what was the point? There we no home anymore and as far as he was concerned this new place, this forest might as well be heaven if it wasn't already.

The sound of rustling shook him to his senses and he turned in the direction of the sound. He could make out the shape of something hiding behind a bush and he took a weary step closer.

The thing was just as curious and stepped out from behind its cover, revealing the shape of a short tanned man covered in a light dusting of brown hair that covered his arms, torso, face and head. Through his thick matted curly hair were two small white horns which appeared to be made of bone. As Michael stared into the creature's rectangular shaped pupils surrounded by dark brown-almost just as black irises he found himself mesmerised by the creature who looked back at him with the same intensity.

It stepped forward and as Michael looked down towards its feet he realised he had the legs of a goat, cloven hooves that lead up to a pair of thick woollen brown legs. Sitting just above those was a pair of weighty balls with hair a length sitting somewhere between the legs and the rest of its body and above that was a long and thick penis that curled up towards the heavens. This made Michael suddenly conscious of his own nudity and he went to cover himself with his hands, but found his own penis was rock hard, and there was nothing that could be done to hide it.

As the creature stepped even closer, Michael stepped back which only made the creature hesitate in taking another step.

"What are you?" Michael demanded, his heart starting to race.

The creature tilted its head slightly before making an unholy bleating sound instead of talking which made Michael fall backwards and land on his rump.

Seeing how it had startled Michael the creature reached a hand out as if to say "don't panic" but realising that was useless it instead lifted the panpipes it had apparently been holding this whole time to its lips and began to play a haunting almost ambient tune which covered Michael like a warm blanket.

Michael found himself loosening up, laying on the ground as if it were a mattress and sprawling out his arms with a relaxed sigh. The creature continued to play as it began to dance around, making its way closer to the relaxed and enchanted man.

As the music danced through his ears, Michael began to gain clarity on where he was. The word Taboo danced through his mind; he understood it as the realm he was in, a realm where all things fantastical were real. And this creature before him was a Satyr and his name was Pan after the God he worshipped.

Pan crouched down over Michael and looked him deeply in the eyes as he slowly stopped playing his music. He didn't need it anymore, the melody had already infiltrated Michael's mind. Pan placed his pipes down beside him and lifted Michael's legs up with one hand showing off his tight virgin hole which was slightly hairy having never been shaved before, he'd had no reason to shave it, but Pan didn't mind, he liked it that way.

Pan placed the tip of his very human looking penis against Michael's hole before slowly pushing himself in. It was easy to do as Michael was completely relaxed after the music.

Michael moaned in pleasure as Pan pushed himself further into him, his ten-inch monster dick completely entered Michael causing him to gasp out in both shock and pleasure. Once in Pan thrusted in and out slowly before completely going wild.

Michael yelped and panted and moaned with joy completely surrendering himself to the sensation.

"This really is heaven" he thought to himself.

As Pan fucked him harder and harder he grunted and made animalistic sounds enjoying the sensation of the tight ass gripping his throbbing hard cock. He fucked Michael so hard he was pushed down into the ground, his back was a couple of inches down whilst his ass was raised just enough to allow for a more comfortable experience for him.

As the music began fading from his mind he began to feel the pain of the experience, and moaned, but just as the music left him Pan finished and came inside of him before pulling himself out quickly the remnants of his cum dripping from his tip. Once he was out Pan grabbed his pipes and scurried back off into the forest.

Michael sat up on the ground and realised his chest was covered with his own cum, he'd been so relaxed he didn't even realise he'd cum at the same time as Pan.

He stood up and rubbed his sore ass, the cum dripped down his body and into the grass by his feet. He wiped it off with his hand and looked around laughing. He was sore and confused, but he'd loved it. And he wanted to feel that way again. It had distracted him from the despair he'd experienced only a few minutes earlier.

Michael stood naked in the clearing and wasn't sure where to go. As the emotions began coming back to him he looked back at the portal and frowned. He couldn't go back there, not when he could stay and feel like this, he had to find that pleasure again. He had to find Pan, or anything similar to him. He heard the distant sound of Pan's pipes and he thought about who he himself was.

A distant term entered his mind 'Pansexual' it whispered. He wasn't sure what that meant, but it felt right and Michael was proud to be Pansexual and he was excited to explore that part of him with whoever or whatever he may find in this realm.

He took one last look at the portal before turning away and following Pan's hoofprints into the trees.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this first part of the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I plan for this to be an ongoing series where each part Michael has a new "experience" with a different creature from folklore, myth or legend. The next part will feature Faeries, which should hopefully be done by the time this part is published. But I'm curious what creatures you want Michael to explore with. It can be anything from anywhere in the world, or beyond so long as it's within the guidelines of the site. Feel free to leave a comment or send me a suggestion via email. I'll prioritise your suggestions over my own thoughts. Thank you for reading and I can't wait to explore Michael and his pansexuality in the realm of Taboo.