At long last, Adam discovers the mystery of the prostate in his throat. After fucking Dex, and getting the boys to sleep, he has fallen asleep himself only to have a recurring dream, but this time he awakens to find a satyr kneeling in the open flaps of the tent, framed by white light. He told me that I really am a satyr. A Theban. Some kind of magical alternative human. When I fuck boys with my horns out, they turn into half human animals. That was what the dreams are about. What I was missing. I wake up just before I fuck a dog into the boy against the tree. I didn’t have to ask him if he was serious. I didn’t question the most absolutely bizarre thing I’ve ever heard come out of another man’s mouth. I knew it was true. My steel hard throbbing cock told me it was true. A feeling in the center of my chest like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly into an empty hole told me that it was true. When Adam crawls out of the tent, he finds two other horned men waiting for him. The two boys wake up and come out, too, walking like they are in a trance. They are stretched out on a white pedestal, where the four Thebans can use them for their pleasure fucking load after load of cum into their well-used holes.