Guest Fiction by Każmir Hawk
Esteemed readers: It is my honor to present this short work of sacred masculine fiction by acclaimed author Każmir Hawk. It is gifted to you as part of Peter’s Free Fiction archive.
Dionysus & Ampelos
Dear Reader,
Little has been written about the satyr Ampelos. Nonnus of Panopolis wrote in the 5th century about the relationship between Dionysus, the god of divine ecstasy, and his lover Ampelos. In the Dionysiaca, the god is deeply infatuated with the young Ampelos. He adores everything about him, from his long hair to his shining smile to his exuberant spirit. It is clear from the text that Ampelos is rather youthful, which was not an uncommon characteristic among the males adored by Greek Gods; see Zeus and Ganymede.
In this story, I would like to make it explicitly clear, the character of Ampelos I’m depicting is a young-man-satyr over the age of 18.
Thank you and enjoy.
Każmir Hawk
THE SATYR AMPELOS sat by the river Nestos and watched his friends play among the pools and eddies. He took joy in watching their naked bodies run into and out of the water, splashing and swimming and playing amongst themselves. Ampelos had joined them for a little while, racing along the shore, seeing who could swim the deepest or hold their breath the longest. His goat-footed friends, the Panes, always lost the races, but still enjoyed themselves wildly. Ampelos, the son of a Satyr and a Nymph, had no cloven feet, but in recent years, had developed some fur on his legs and somewhat of a hairy groin.
The rays of Helios warmed his own naked body. His frame was broad, especially through the shoulders, though his waist remained svelte. A dark stubble was evenly cast across his face, matching his wine-dark eyes. He noticed his horns had begun to grow faster as well. They now crested above his long, curling hair and arched over the crown of his head. He reached up to feel the bone-hard appendages, one in each hand. The sun warmed his horns, which peaked out above his hair. In years to come, they would be large, imposing features, curling around to frame his face.
But for now, this athletic boost boasted of youth, exuberance, and strength.
He had played with his peers earlier in the morning, but his mind was captured. Ampelos rubbed his horns, just as the god Dionysus had done the night before. It made him shiver with delight, reminiscing about how it felt to be held like that. Dionysus’s passion was unparalleled, even compared to the horny satyroi he’d had nighttime and streamside adventures with. The way Dionysus moved his hands, how he gripped and held him, and shifted his body to match the rhythms of his thrusts excited Ampelos all over again. His penis stiffened with the clear sunshine.
“Who are you thinking about?” asked his dear friend Gelos.
Ampelos opened his eyes to find the satyr standing over him, his hairy goat legs placed on either side of his own. Water dripped down on Ampelos’s skin, glistening like crystals. His sudden erection stood tall and proud in the midday air. Gelos’s cock even sprung to attention as those of satyrs are so fond of doing, though his member wasn’t even half the size of Ampelos.
“I could ask the same of you,” he replied.
“They’re contagious, you know,” Gelos grinned, “I didn’t see you leave the river and went looking for you… And here you are, rubbing your horns all by yourself. I watched you get hard. Couldn’t help getting a bone myself.”
The two of them laughed. Gelos loved to laugh and play and carry on. They had been the best of friends since Ampelos could remember. They shared their joys and their innermost thoughts. But with the arrival of Dionysus and his subsequent divine obsession with Ampelos, Gelos wasn’t sure how much time he’d have left to share with the goat-man.
“I went to him again,” Ampelos said, “He’s returned from Boeotia. I heard his pipes in the wind yesterday and waited for him by the pools where we first met. I knew he’d come by there looking for me.”
“I’m sure you had a lovely reunion,” Gelos joked, wrapping his arms around his hairy chest and swinging his hips from side to side, his little erection wagging in the air. Ampelos sat up and swatted at the bone. The satyr cried out in jest and jumped back.
“You should be so lucky, Gelos,” he retorted and stood up, sand falling from his backside. I know Dionysus looks fondly upon you, too. He’s seen you and me together and told me how much he enjoys your smile and your laugh… your furry legs, even the size and shape of this.”
Ampelos leaned forward and took all of Gelos’s hard cock in one hand. The smaller satyr let out a moan of shock and pleasure as his cock was manhandled. Ampelos was an expert wrestler and had the dexterity and grip strength to show for it. He was skilled with his hands, knowing where and how hard to hold any appendage. Gelos closed his eyes and allowed Ampelos to massage his cock right there on the shore. He started to thrust a little and make soft breathing noises through his stubby nose.
He let go of his cock and ran both hands along Gelos’s sides, over his man flesh and his furry goat legs. Shivers of pleasure rippled through Gelos’s body and a bead of precum formed on the tip of his hard cock.
“How was that?” the satyr Ampelos asked, smiling.
“Mmmm, more please!” Gelos laughed and wagged his cock once more.
But their play would have to wait. Ampelos heard the playing of sweet flutes and felt the call burning inside him. He turned from Gelos, laughing, and told him they’d meet later.
RUNNING THROUGH the dappled light of elm and oak trees, Ampelos beamed like the sun. His body nearly glowed as he rushed towards the call of his lover. How beautiful the dual pipes sounded to his ears. They filled the forest and inflamed the souls of anyone who could hear the divine music. The melody rode through the air, bounded on leaves, and slid over the smooth river stones.
Ampelos was a fair piper himself, but Dionysus’s skills were unparalleled by all except, perhaps, Apollon Musagetes, Leader of the Muses. Even when worlds apart, should Dionysus want his lover to know he was thinking about him, just a few notes played out into the wind would find their way to his pointed ears, and a shine of ecstasy would fall over Ampelos. Leagues away, Dionysus would play as the stars wheeled their way through the dark night, and Ampelos would dance around bonfires, the tune as sweet as if it had just been played beyond the river’s bend. The young goat-man would dance and drum and fly into a frenzy, calling out to his lover, cheered on by his satyr kin. They’d join in revelry and wrestle and writhe with one another, falling into orgies of skin and fur and limbs covered in kisses and cum.
The sing-song spell of Dionysus brought Ampelos to a clearing in the woods, where the river spilled out into gentle cascading falls and pools. Sunlight shone through in fits and starts, lighting up some eddies while others remained cast in shadow. The god of ecstatic madness sat on the edge of a shallow, swirling basin, eyes closed to the world, lips alight on a wooden flute, a hand on each pipe. He was larger than Ampelos remembered from the night before; truly a god amongst men.
A cool air blew through the clearing, and Ampelos’s flesh rippled with the chill. All of a sudden, he felt very naked, seeing how he was nude as the day he was long, and Dionysus was dressed in a richly woven tapestry of purple, red, gold, and indigo fibers. The robe covered his well-defined chest, leaving only the space where his pectorals cleaved a valley exposed for all to see. His smooth skin showed in the light. The breeze crossed his abs, over the indentation of his navel, and down the small black hairs that led the way to treasures below. But the robe folded over his lap, leaving the object of desire in the dark.
“There you are,” Dionysus called out as if he’d been searching all the worlds for the young man, “I longed for you. I couldn’t stand waiting for the sun to set again to see you.”
Ampelos dropped to a knee, his head turned down in supplication. This was as much to honor the god as it was to tease him. They had shared every secret, though, every inch of vulnerable flesh; nothing was kept from one another. The bow was a formality, and a flirtation.
“Lord of Joy,” his voice much smaller than that of the god’s, “how could I not come to you, called as I was by your playing. I was lured to you, as a fish caught in the net must come to the fishermen’s boat. Your pipe, your divine pipe, how could I not heed its call? It pierces my body, my mind, my soul. I’m on fire when you play your pipe.”
“Be still, my love. Rise and come to me.” The god laughed. “Enough of these silly prostrations.”
Ampelos came to the water’s edge and strode through the shallows. The water rose to meet his ankles and no higher. Dionysus greeted him with open arms, and the tapestry fell away from his body, fully revealing his godhood. Ampelos greeted him passionately. His arms encircled the god’s waist, and he sighed with relief, as if he had tasted water for the first time after a journey of many miles. It had been only a few hours since they had departed; Dionysus’s sweet berry taste still lingered on his tongue. Still, the two could not stand to be separated.
Dionysus towered above Ampelos. Being a god, he could transform himself to fit the occasion. He loved standing head and shoulders above Ampelos. Moving his hands through the coarse, dark hair of his lover. He himself was a young god, appearing only a handful of years older than Ampelos himself. And yet his short beard distinguished his status as a man, and his golden, blazing eyes told the world he was a Theoi. He leaned over to kiss the satyr on the top of his head. Soil and sunlight. Rivers and rain and fresh earth. Dionysus was nearly blown over by the scent of his love. The feel of his muscled shoulders under his strong hands. The soft spots of his brown nipples. Even the rough stubble of Ampelos’s beard felt like heaven under his ever-searching hands.
His searching ended upon finding the stiffening penis of Ampelos. He held it in his palm while they kissed in the glen. It thickened, and Dionysus enjoyed its increased weight.
“I can’t seem to get enough of you,” Dionysus said, lifting his lover’s face to meet his gaze, “You leave and I fear I might never see you again. I long to see you dance and play and make merry sport.”
Dionysus made himself smaller to better behold Ampelos; he became the size of a mortal man. Still a head above the satyr, he could now fully embrace his love. Their lips touched, and the fire of their passion ignited once again.
“Look at what you do to me,” Ampelos said, leaning back. His cock arched straight up into the air. Hard as the stones beneath their feet, the satyr’s penis rose to meet the base of Dionysus’s own member. He wiggled it back and forth, teased the god’s two hearty balls.
“I can’t be the only one who makes this hard,” the god said, holding on to Ampelos’s shoulders, allowing his balls to be caressed by the hard cock below, “I love watching you play and wrestle. I see how the other satyrs arouse you.”
“It’s not the same,” Ampelos corrected, now thrusting his cock up and down, sliding it over the god’s own hardening member. “Don’t get me wrong. I love to play with my peers. And it’s been known to happen where we enjoy each other’s bodies like this…”
“What about Gelos and the other Panes?” Dionysus didn’t speak with jealousy. He loved Ampelos. Watching him wrestle, become erect, and move his strong body over, under, around, and sometimes into his friends gave him a great deal of pleasure. More than once, he had watched them all. He would stand from a distance and listen and massage his cock until all three of them would shout with the joys of orgasmic ecstasy. And in the place where Dionysus spilled his seed upon the earth, strange and wondrous flowers would bloom.
“I care for them, and they do arouse me for sure,” Ampelos said, his breath becoming heavy with the powerful god’s beautiful body standing before him. Thinking of his own friends’ lithe and athletic bodies, he shivered and felt the erotic pulses run through him. A line of silver sweet precum drew out over the length of the god’s cock as they rubbed their phalluses together.
Dionysus took Ampelos’s cock in his hands once again and began to massage the head between his thumb and forefinger. The precum made the hood glide with ease. At the same time Ampelos reached for the god’s penis, hard like his own now, yet larger, both in length and girth. The two of them held each other and massaged their cocks till precum flowed forth like crystal clear water. Their mouths found each other and they kissed passionately as precum leaked from their cocks and water moved over their feet.
The god moved his hand faster, up and down the shaft of Ampelos with a controlled strength. The satyr moaned out loud and bit down on the god’s chest. He bucked his ridged penis into the god’s hand and more precum spilled forth.
“That’s it,” Dionysus said, “That’s good, my love. Lay with me.”
The god, flowing like the stream, laid the satyr down in the shallow and slow-moving waters. The satyr’s well-muscled body, smooth from ritual shaving and shined with olive oil, glowed in the daylight. The god Dionysus gleamed with his own internal divinity, and the two of them moved like one being in the river. Their hands moved over toned muscles. Their mouths found each other again and again. Tongue over tongue. Body to body. Cock over cock.
“Let me taste you again,” Ampelos said.
“Only if you let me taste you,” Dionysus replied.
They gave in to each other’s desires as they shifted over and around one another. The satyr took the god’s cock into his mouth and found it musky-sweet, like honeyed incense and midsummer berries. His cock filled his mouth as he tasted the divine precum which spilled from Dionysus’s hard and veined member. His mouth filled with the engorged cock. He teased more and more juice from the slit with the rolling of his tongue into and around his head.
“Oh Ampelos,” he moaned and pressed his hips forward, making the satyr take the whole of his penis into his mouth. The bittersweetness coated the back of Ampelos’s throat as the god made small thrusts back and forth, back and forth, never fully removing his cock from his mouth. Each time his nose and lips were buried in the short black hairs surrounding the god’s cock and balls.
Ampelos’s cock was easily enjoyed by the god of revelry. Dionysus was skilled in the art of fellatio as well. He grabbed the satyr by his firm backside and pulled his cheeks apart ever so slightly, his smooth hole exposed to the air. The satyr’s precum flowed just as much as his did. His precum was strong, oily, and bitter-earth-scented like that of all the other satyrs. He loved the taste of his dear Ampelos. He loved how he could take the whole of his love’s cock deep into his mouth and let the satyr thrust and buck and moan. His tongue moved over the whole of the shaft as it moved back and forth down his throat.
Dionysus removed his cock from the satyr’s mouth and took the satyr’s out of his. He once again gripped the satyr’s cock’s head with his thumb and fingers. This time, his fingers came away slick and sticky from both their fluids.
“I want to put myself inside you again,” the god said, pressing two slick fingers against the satyr’s hole.
“Please, oh please,” Ampelos cried. He pressed back against the digits, wanting them to open him up.
The god positioned himself above his lover. He looked down to see his own godly cock slick from the work and exuberance of Ampelos. It gleamed with saliva and precum and the golden-silver light of the divine. Ampelos’s legs were held out to his sides, fully spread apart, fully naked and exposed and ready to receive the cock of Dionysus. He tilted his hips up, allowing greater access. His rock-hard cock pressed flat against his stomach.
With great tenderness, Dionysus placed his slicked-up cock against the hole of Ampelos. Pressing slightly, the hood slid back as he entered the satyr, who let out a small moan, something between pain and pleasure. Ampelos’s mouth hung slack; his eyes fluttered. Dionysus took hold of his tight waist as he pressed his hard cock in deeper. The head now fully inside of Ampelos, Dionysus let his cock travel deeper into his lover’s hole.
Ampelos shouted, and the god felt him tighten, squeeze, and shudder.
“Shhhhh, my love. I’ll go slower,” he hushed, pulling out slightly, but the head did not come again. He spat downward, aiming perfectly, and lubed up his thick shaft. He rubbed the opening of the satyr’s hole with firm fingers.
“Now push against me… that’s it… good. You feel me inside you?”
Ampelos took several deep breaths in, the scent of the cool summer river, and the heat of the divinity entering him all at once. He shivered with pleasure, pushed against the cock only to receive the god’s perfect member deeper. His own was leaking a stream of precum down his body. It spilled over the slopes of his Adonis belt and dissolved into the stream below. The god looked upon the satyr with love and lust, with desire and pleasure. He was a muscular beauty, the waves of his long black hair trailing into the water. The satyr’s cock twitched and leaked as the god gently moved his cock back and forth, back and forth, inch by inch.
“Breathe sweet Ampelos; I’m going all the way,” the god said. Ampelos did as he was instructed, and his chest puffed out, the smooth muscles stretching to show off their powerful mass. And Dionysus was received fully inside Ampelos. He pressed his loins deep into the satyr, and for a moment, both breathed a deep sigh of relief and pleasure. Dionysus allowed the satyr to feel the fullness of his cock, each looking into the other’s eyes as their bodies flowed into each other.
“Please, fuck me,” Ampelos moaned. “Please, oh my god, please.”
Dionysus thrust hard and Ampelos cried out, his cock rubbing against the flesh of his belly, spilling more fluid down his sides. A small pool of precum had formed in the pool of his navel. Dionysus dipped a finger in and licked it. So earthy and bittersweet. He repeated the gesture and fed Ampelos a fingerful of the satyr’s sweetness. Their mouths watered with the pleasure of it all.
The god leaned over the satyr’s body and grabbed him by the horns, just as he’d done the night before. He grinned as Ampelos moaned again. The pleasure and pressure from his hole and his horns grew so great he could barely hold on to consciousness. Dionysus grunted as he thrusted again and again. With each grunt and thrust, Ampelos would moan and buck his hips up and down, sliding the great god’s cock into and out of his hole. He sprayed precum across his chest, leaving slick spots as if rain were falling from the sky.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god,” he cried out as he reached up to embrace the fucking body of Dionysus. His skin was hot, like stones left out in the sun. Ampelos, too, was warm with the heat radiating through his lover and into him. Sweat covered his brow with the pain and the pleasure and the ecstasy of their love.
“You’re mine for all time,” Dionysus said, and together their lips met. They embraced each other in body, mind, and soul. The soft splashing of water was like the tumbling of a running river in high summer. Their moans of pleasure echoed throughout all of time and space in that sacred wilderness.
Dionysus teased the satyr’s brown nipples with his fingers. Ampelos bit down on the god’s chest. They clawed at and played with each other, all the while Dionysus’s cock never leaving Ampelos. His cock moved in and out, giving them both the most magnificent pleasure found in all the worlds.
Again, Dionysus gripped Ampelos’s horns, this time with force and fervor. He could move Ampelos any which way he wanted, gripped as he was by horn and hole. His thrusting became harder, and his grunts became feral. Ampelos’s hole was on fire with the pressure of his lover’s divine cock. It pressed against his insides; he could feel it through his whole body to the tip of his cock. He felt each hard thrust deep inside, over and over. It made the head of his own cock flare with pressure.
He raked his fingernails across the god’s back, causing him to howl like a beast. His eyes of fire beamed down upon the satyr, a cosmic passion gripping them utterly.
“Oh my god!” Ampelos said as he looked down to see his cock hard as it possibly could be. The head was red with tension, dripping a silver thread of precum, pumping more and more. “Oh my god,” he breathed,” Oh fuck. You’re making me…”
“YES!” Dionysus shouted as his cock ejected golden hot cum into Ampelos. The satyr could feel the great god’s cock swell and blast his divine semen into him. Dionysus’s body pressed as deep as Ampelos’s hole would allow. The pressure and the thrusting were too much.
Ampelos, too, began to shake with passion. With each breath they took, they each erupted more cum. Ampelos could feel the god’s divine golden seed within him, and the pressure from that great cock running inside his body. The god’s rippling body, the abdominals pressing into him, matched his own pulsating cock pumping cum into the air. It splashed across his stomach and his chest. It marked his face and was cast into the water.
The two beamed with divine light. The force of their orgasm shook the foundations of the earth and rippled over the waters. Ampelos felt his body fill with cosmic fire, from the hairs on his legs, through his entire body and soul. His heart thundered in his chest, where it felt like the whole of heaven and earth lived and thrived and died into infinity. Hot satyr cum ran over his chest and flowed between over the valleys of his stomach muscles and down like a river over the V of his pelvis. He bucked into the air and gasped for breath and Dionysus ground into him harder, thrusting his pulsating cock into his hole over and over.
The two fucked like this through the day and into the night. Satyrs came to watch from the shadows, and they, in turn, moaned with pleasure and cried out in joy.
Każmir Hawk (St. Paul, MN) is an author of sacred masculine fiction, focusing on gay erotica. Constantly inspired by mythology, legends, ballads, pop-songs, and the experiences of his past, he weaves these into tales meant to excite the senses and the soul. Każmir finds pleasure in books, gardening, cooking, video games, a good sweat session at the gym, and the love of his husband. He is currently working on a series of stories about a super-horny superhero. His short story “Dionysus & Ampelos” can be found on PeterSchutes.com. You can follow him on Bluesky @kazmirhawk.bsky.social and @kazmirhawk on SubStack.