Date: Thu, 10 May 2018 11:39:07 -0500 From: MC VT Subject: The Battoir Chapter 8 The Battoir - Part 8 ©2017 MCVT August 17, 2017 mcvt2017@gmail.com *** While I was going through my online classes, Mr. Reginald Allemande III called Dad back, and was laughing so hard! "Great video! Was that your daughter explaining goat breeding? You start `em young, Bluefeather!" He was joking around and talking about Rod's video. Dad's idea worked! Then, they talked a long time about loan requirements, and Dad made a list of paperwork he needed for the application. "Come on over, we'll talk about securing a line of credit. Glad to help another goat man." Sounded like we got approved - at least by Mr. Reggy. Seems he Mr. Reggy grew up on the farm and had gone to college and now he was partly retired, keeping his financial consultancy business going and he'd hired a crew to keep the farm where he lived. His family kept goats for a long time, even before they immigrated to the US. Dad asked around, but most people didn't know him - they knew the farm and his parents a long time ago. *** When Mr. Allemande asked if I "our young herder" was ready to breed his goats, Dad chuckled. "Do you know how fussy he is about our goats? I'll ask him and call you back." Dad told him. I went along for their meeting but spent most of my time out in his barn with the workers. Since most of them were immigrants from Latin America, I didn't have a bit of a problem talking with them. They seemed to like me and taught me a lot of the farm vocabulary as they showed me around. *** Dad and Mr. Reggy arranged for insemination - it was time for breeding. I was up early on Saturday. Whitey and the kids were in the truck waiting for Dad and me. This was going to take all day I figured - like the first time with Whitey. But it was very different. Mr. Reggy had all the high-tech equipment and he showed us how he collected semen from his bucks through the year so they didn't get tired of mating during the fall. He checked it for quality and quantity or other problems. I didn't know about all of the other problems. Well, not yet. He sold sperm online for and had a lot of equipment and a little lab outside his barn where he kept records and froze the sperm. There were pictures from around the world where goat herders send him pictures of their herd, or kids made from the sperm he'd sent them. Under each picture was a long line of numbers and a date. We went into the lab and he took a thin tube and how showed me how he put the little vials of thawed semen inside his nannies so he could control the breeding and keep notes on the family lines. "Inbreeding can cause problems as well as make some good characteristics. I try to avoid it, and build stronger goats. "If they're good looking, but can't make milk, or they're just plain stupid, that makes too many problems for me. Not enough people eat goat meat - but my crew loves it." He'd picked out semen from three different bucks for Whitey and her girls, and gave me the paperwork for my records. There were some specific forms to use when you breed goats, and he showed me how to keep the records. Easy! I could make my own records on the computer. Now, I felt like a real goat breeder with an official herd! But Mr. Reggy was very gentle with his goats, and he let Whitey and the kids into a small corral next to the buck. All the goats all got excited. The little does were baffled, but watched Whitey and calmed down a little but kept bleating. So I got into the space with them and went over to the billy who was watching my girls closely. They calmed down and I explained to the goats what would happen, and that we needed some babies for our herd, and asked them to release their eggs, and get ready for a little tube. Then they started talking to the billy as if they were flirting. This was more of a baby-making party than breeding - and it was noisy! I asked Dad for his bandana, and wiped the billy goat's musk on it. One at a time, I rubbed my does' faces with the rag, and rubbed their vulvas, and told them to push the little egg into their uterus. "Make us a herd. Release the egg, here comes the sperm. Make a baby." Dad laughed at me, but I knew the timing had to be right. The judge just watched me, nodding his head. He said he talked to his goats like that, too. "I learned a long time ago to be respectful and very gentle - they understand more than you think." I knew that! Then he slid one tube into one doe, slowly, and gently. Then, he held his hand over mine, holding the tube and showed me what to feel for inside the dams. *** Dad and I went to visit Mr. Reggy again a couple of months later, I told Mr. Reggy that we were going to have kids again. "Thanks for all your help. We'll probably have about four of them, maybe more if we're lucky. How do you wean them so they don't get so mad?" I'd never watched Whitey and her kids; they just seemed to stop one day and there wasn't any ruckus. Now I'd have three moms and probably six kids to deal with. But we were a goat milk dairy, and moving into production. "Easy, I'll show you." He took me out to his goats in the herd. "After a while, these dams get tired of their babies always wanting to nurse, but watch for the little ones starting to eat grass. That means they started getting teeth, and they can't help but bite their mom's udders when they nurse - that probably hurts. "Then, start your milking. The mother will teach the kids to leave her alone with a swift kick if he's clingy." "I never watched with Whitey, seems like she told them quietly it was time to eat grass." "Maybe she did." He said and stroked my cheek, staring at my face and eyes. "You've got rich pastures, so the kids want to go and taste all the different greens..." Dad went off with one of the workers to look at Mr. Reggy's equipment that needed repair while I went into the little laboratory room in the barn with Mr. Reggy. "Hard worker, you're going to be a great goat man." He told me and leaned close to my face. He smelled like spicy cologne. "Bet your Dad doesn't have much time for you, the way he works all the time..." "Sure he does - we work together everyday." I answered but started to feel funny, and then he put his hand on my shoulder. "That video you made is really good. You're a beautiful young man - you were the star. I had to watch your parts several times." Mr. Reggy's hand went down my back and arm. I'm sure I blushed. But I felt "uncomfortable" and remembered what Dad told me before about Mr. Grubb. "Better get Dad and head home. Don't want to take up all your time." I told Dad that Mr. Reggy put his hand on my shoulder and back when we were in the truck. He just nodded. "I'll take care of it." *** That night, Dad and I went down to Mr. Grubb's sauna; Dad said he wanted to check some wiring. Mr. Grubb wanted to install security equipment in the sauna and Dad had experience from the military with electronics and computers. Mr. Grubb and Dad installed a thermostat inside the rough cedar paneled sauna that would open a vent in the roof in case someone fell asleep and got overheated. It was about liability and insurance for the camp area and Mr. Grubb not wanting to have to lock and unlock the sauna; run up and down the hill all the time when people stayed there. Grubb had six cabins ready and a great camp area for small groups - adults only. Mom and Dad made a lot of money helping him build the cabins and landscape, painting and making the rustic furnishings on the south part of his lot where it was flat. We all helped with a big cedar fence around part of the area. Grubb said some people may not be dressed fully... It was a simple place, but private and peaceful. Dad called it "rustic" because everything was unfinished wood and simple furnishings. Rod and I planted pine trees we'd dug up by the creek, and fancy bushes Mr. Grubb brought. Grubb's new cabins were already popular - he said he had a few parties booked to use it the next month and a reunion later on. Great set-up and his visitors could buy from our garden! *** Mr. Grubb had left for the week to shop for supplies in the capital, so we were watching his place for him. When Dad and I got inside the sauna that night he shut the door, locking it behind him. He turned on one small light in the entryway and took me in his arms. He nuzzled my neck and whispered how much he loved me, then led me to the center of the sauna in the dim light. "It's time." His hand was on my back. "God, let me love you the way I need to..." Then he pulled me against him and told me if I felt uncomfortable, to tell him to stop. He explained he was going to give me his semen, but not halfway like before. "The way men love... Would you like that?" He whispered as he unzipped my jeans. I was fourteen, and taller, leaner and had more hair on my chest than Dad. I still craved his affection and the rushing, hard sex he gave me. "Been waiting so long. I love you, Dad." I kissed him with my tongue in his mouth and pulled him against my groin so our erections rubbed through our jeans. We kissed for a long time, with our hands on each other's bodies. Both lean and muscled, strong and hard - I wanted him. We undressed and tossed our clothes on the floor; sat and pulled our boots off. When we did that, all I could smell was the scent of my Dad, strong and sharp, but with familiar warmth to me. He pulled out a tiny jar of lip balm, the kind that smelled like marshmallows. Dad picked up his jeans and folded them, then laid them on a bench he'd made from the logs we'd cut last year. "Put these under your head." He treated me so gently, fondling and stroking my body - something melted inside me. In that moment, I'd do anything he asked. Anything. My erection was straining, ready to burst when he slipped his hands around to my butt and pulled me close to him and kissed me again. He positioned me carefully near the end of the bench and caressed my legs and my waist with his rough hands while my slit surged with clear, shiny liquid. Every touch between us became more electric as we moved toward our moment together, and I didn't feel like a kid, but more of a man. Almost a man, and my erection was so full, I thought it might rip open. "I'll stop if it hurts. Okay?" He asked in a whisper. I nodded, ready. "I want you, Dad. I want your cum." "Oh, god..." He trembled. Tonight I was going to be the man he made, and the man I needed to be for him. Yeah, my stomach was jumping and my heart was beating in my ears. There was the smell of our bodies, and our sweat, and arousal. Heady, heavy scents with the sweetness of the split pine from the walls. It was Dad's musk that I wanted; addicted to that smell - it made me kiss him to taste him and smell him at the same time. Our skin became moist, sticking together a little, as if the pores of our moist skin were kissing. He leaned over and bit my nipples and smiled, then asked me to lie down while he kneeled at the end of the little bench. Lying down, I trembled; I'd waited a long time for this. Rubbing me roughly along my sides, his fingers found my nipples and he caressed my chest and pinched, knowing I liked that. He kept his eyes on mine, watching me as I became more excited. His big hands grabbed around my waist, rubbing up to my ribs, inspecting my muscles with his fingers while he looked into my eyes more deeply. I felt like I was crossing over from being a boy and into his realm of manhood - almost over the threshold. Feeling and seeing his muscles ripple while he stroked me and kissed my body made me feel like he loved only me. Just me, and all this was mine - he made me and now he was making me more than just a kid... He put me on the bench opened the little jar and scooped out a dollop of the slippery balm. "Put your legs over my shoulders." He smiled. I did and he pushed my knees apart. "I love you, Dad." Dad stopped, but thought for a while, still staring at me. He didn't say anything, but finally he told me that he wanted to give me the best he had. "You're always the best." My anxiety for penetration was building. From the end of the bench, he leaned over and sucked my scrotum while his finger smeared my anus with the balm. Looking up at me, he bit the tender skin, and sucked my testicles into his mouth. Mine still weren't big like his, but he knew how much I loved that and I felt his tongue pressing around my balls inspecting them, and his teeth held them tight for a moment. I smiled, fully erect and oozing - so much it dripped down my shaft and pooled in my bellybutton. His finger went to my pre-cum and he swiped all of it off. As he took it to his mouth, he looked at me and smiled telling me he loved me more than I would ever know. He took more of the balm and covered his glans. Then, I felt his fingers entering me. "I want this to be the best. Relax and let me love you." I tried, but I was getting eager as he slowly worked a second and a third finger inside me while he stroked the inside of my thighs, and my erection. Need filled me - I needed Dad inside me. I wanted more of him right now. "Dad, I want you." I whispered and forced myself to relax, but my breathing was out of control I was so anxious. He looked down at my ass as his glans touched me. He smeared his liquid around a little. But stopped for a moment and closed his eyes. "God, I love you." He whispered. "More than you'll ever know." I pressed my ass against his glans telling him I wanted penetration. "Now." I looked at his face, then to his groin. His hands grabbed my butt cheeks, and his thumbs pressed into me as he stretched me open ahead of his glans. "Be strong for a few minutes." He was sweating. I felt his erection touching me several times, then he let go of my butt and shoved my knees back toward my chest. Then, he tried to go slow, but the big head of his erect penis passed my tiny muscles and stretched them almost too tight for a few seconds before it went inside me. Yes! It did hurt. Dad was making short humming noises with every breath. He looked at my face. "We'll wait. Hold your knees." His hands held my butt cheeks tightly apart opening me widely again and again with his thumbs helping my anus open wider and become accustomed to his erection. His hands rubbed along my thighs and he smiled at me. "Breathe deep - this is a man's love. A lot to take the first time." He rubbed more of the slippery balm along his erection. He watched my face intently while he rubbed my shins and my thighs. Very slowly, and with only very short strokes, he began penetrating me more deeply. He was being very gentle, but now I felt fully how big and hard his erection really was. It felt like it was everywhere inside me, like Dad was inside my body with me. Hard to breathe for a few moments. His strokes became longer and deeper, and his erection began moving all my organs around in my torso. It took my breath away completely. This felt like power - but so strong and gentle at the same time. God, he was hard! I was dazed. Overwhelmed with sensations and looking up seeing my father concentrating on pleasing me, showing me how men love each other almost frightened me - his gaze was so deep. Then, my tears dripped across my temples into my hair. Silent tears. My erection became full and hard again, with more liquid dripping down my shaft, I had to grab myself and start stroking along with Dad. His erection tugged and pushed at the glands inside me, sparking deeper feelings; it felt like he was demanding my semen as our strokes synchronized. Pressure built inside me. I felt like I had to hurry as his erection pumped deeper into new places inside me - almost too deep... but I started shoving back toward him and holding my breath, pushing - I had to feel more of him. Dad was sweating hard; drops fell on my erection and dripped down my groin. Was I being blessed as man by those tears? Is this the feeling of being taken by another man? I only wanted to surrender everything to him in that moment. "Oh, god. Son..." His hips began pumping harder and deeper, and then he pushed deep and so fast, I couldn't breathe enough. "Oh, god..." This was a new kind of feeling - so deep, and it made me excited, but in a different way. This was stronger and closer than I'd ever felt to him before. His erection was pushing and pulling everything inside my chest - as if he was trying to touch my heart. Tiny flickers of electricity sparked over all my skin. Faster, and faster. No strokes, only deeper thrusts into every part of me. Incredible! It was so profound and rich inside me that my soul shook. It felt like I was strong enough now to equal the strength of the ecstasy Dad was giving me. I held my breath and pushed against him, then tightened my ass around him. He trembled and gasped when I did that. Something in me felt like it started spinning. Spinning, like an extraordinary force was about to pull all my cum out of me... I was almost overwhelmed with pleasure, and couldn't speak, couldn't think, only feel. My erection was so big, and my glans was shiny and tight - streaming fluid. I was so hard; and so ready! Dad was watching my face, then closed his eyes and tilted his head back and almost stopped his pressure. Leaning into me, his erection as deep as he could go, he held my thighs tightly apart and pushed them back against my chest as hard as he could. Small, liquid places began bursting deep inside my rectum. I could feel him coming inside me! That was his semen; his sperm. His love. I felt his erection twitching, and then he shoved into me as deep as he could and I felt his cum weakly spurting inside me with the last aching thrusts. It hurt like lightening; like white-hot stabs of pain meant to push me fully into manhood. He was so deep inside me, and pressed harder, making me feel like his erection was almost in my throat, but I kept still, just feeling him inside me. Tears filled my eyes with the pain and the clear, explicit definition of our love. Extreme pleasure; extreme pain - away from childhood and into another, bigger place. His face was in a tight grimace as he moaned. When he finally took a breath, he looked down at me and smiled, sweat still dripping. He waited till he could breathe slower, "Cum for me." Suddenly, I felt a distinct, disconcerting emptiness as he pulled out of me. He watched, tilted his head to the side and furrowed his brow, "I know." He gave me an understanding look, "Almost feels like a broken heart when a man leaves you." He kissed me deeply. *** I began stroking myself and watching his face. Soon, I was frantically pumping - our gaze locked. Dad glanced down at my scrotum and he smiled, then right before I came, he put my feet on the floor and took my erection and began sucking me. His fingers squeezed my scrotum, pulling at it. That sent me into ecstasy. My ass gushed with his semen. My whole body was jerking and I grabbed his hair and pressed his face against me and I cried out. He squeezed and pulled my testicles harder - that made everything magnified inside me as a tingle of electricity shot up my spine and a tremble shook me. Finally, he started biting my scrotum and I grabbed my erection and pumped - unaware of anything not connected to my groin. I was making a lot of strange noises, groaning and pushing with every muscle in my body. "Daddy! Now!" All the energy in my body was pushing. I was breathing hard as I felt Dad's tongue came to my glans and he began sucking just on the head of my erection, pulling my semen out of me as he swallowed. Then, I felt his hand behind my neck as he lifted my head to kiss him and lick my cum from his mouth. I was still so dizzy I could hardly concentrate, but I didn't want to miss any of this. Dad kissed me for a long time, and told me he loved me, and I would always be his. "I love you so much." I rubbed my face over his chest and his groin smelling his love and our sex. Our words weren't enough; our touches weren't enough for all I was feeling. We went outside naked and Dad rinsed my ass with the shower hose, smiling as his fingers felt inside me. I rinsed him - loving everything about his body. We got dressed and went back to the house. My knees were weak and ass felt funny. Our love continued to wet my cleft and down into my briefs, but it felt good. That was a man's love - and my manhood... *** My family and our farm were doing well, and it got better when the milking equipment arrived. Dad and Rod carefully read the instructions and the cleaning procedures and took almost a week to install it. They measured and tested the equipment each step of the way. We built a table for our cleaning system and the empty containers according to the suggestions in the instructions. An inspector came out from the county to approve the system, and we got certified as "organic," and we complied with all codes with the equipment. Dad was beaming. "Got it all on the first try!" He hugged Rod against him and shook his hand like "good doin' business with you!" In the spring, we spent almost a week with the goats, Rod and I slept in the goat shed at night, waiting for the births. I'd run in the house and get Dad if something happened while Rod got the goat-mom in the birth stall, and put fresh hay down. This was our dairy herd and we were closer to full production! Whitey gave us two little billies, and her daughters gave us two more, and two little does. Now, we had five dairy goats in our herd, though two were newborn. Dad said we couldn't keep the males as pets - they'd start stinking when they were older. Over dinner we all decided "Bluefeather Organic Dairy" would be the official name of our farm, and we'd put the silhouette of a white goat under a large blue feather on a green background in the shape of our state. Rod made it on the computer and it looked cool - simple and clean design for our farm. "What are we going to do with the four billies?" I asked Dad where Mom couldn't hear us. "We're going to castrate them, then raise them for sale." Was all he said. Mom was way ahead of me. She already asked Dad. She still didn't want any slaughter on our farm - no blood on the soil! Fortunately, Mr. Grubb said he would buy them, and have them dressed for his freezer and to sell to his campers. We had to hold them for him on our pasture until they weighed about a hundred pounds. *** When it came time to wean the kids, it was noisy for a few days, but easy like Mr. Reggy showed me. The nannies liked the milking machines, and we had plenty of milk, but not enough for sale yet. So Mom used the milk, and we ate high for a while. Goat milk is rich! Soon it came time to castrate the billies and Dad called Mr. Reggy to come and give us a lesson. He was delighted, though I didn't like this part of running a herd. Still, I had to learn - part of the job. When he saw me, Mr. Reggy smiled. "I'm going to show you how to do the first one, and you're going to do the rest - okay?" A wave of nausea hit me. I never hurt my goats, and the judge had what looked like a big pair of pliers in his hand. He used the Italian tool. No bands, no vet visits. "And no wounds or infections. Too much trouble." He said, "And this is quick if you do it right the first time. You have to be precise, and strong, each pass of the tool." "You know, if you want to breed your nannies next fall, we'll do that if you'll come over and help with the sperm collection... You'll see how the whole system works. Not as easy as nature, but keeps the herd strong." *** Rod brought in a little billy and held his rear end up to the judge. "I always like to give them a little comfort first." He said. He put on a glove and squeezed some lubricant onto the bench beside him and dabbed some on the anus of the little goat, then rubbed it around. With his other hand he reached under the little billy and rubbed his penis. "Good bye, good times." He whispered to the kid, and grabbed the pliers, "Now, bring his rear end up here to my knee." I held onto the billy's legs, opening them to Mr. Reggy's lap. He set his watch on one knee and grabbed the goat's little scrotum and carefully started feeling and pinching around on the little ball sac. He was looking for the right place to squeeze with the pliers. Then, he placed the pinchers above the right testicle. "It's gonna get loud." Then he pressed the pliers down, crushing the tender channels going from the goat's body to his testicle. His knuckles whitened he squeezed the handles so hard. The kid started screaming. "Now we hold it hard to crush all the connections." He kept checking his watch. At about seven seconds of holding the pliers, the kid calmed down. I guessed the nerves numbed from the tight pressure. Then, the judge went to the other testicle and he squeezed and timed the pressure again. Rod fainted, falling back on the hay bales when the kid screamed again. Dad laughed and picked him up, "Get your hoe and work in the garden for a while." *** The doctor handed me the equipment and a glove. Dad sat beside me and held the little billy and told me I didn't have to rub the goat's penis. He said the goat wasn't fully aware of his job yet, and it wouldn't help much anyway. "Thank him for helping our family, then go ahead. This is your job now." He looked up at Mr. Reggy. "We'll be glad to come over and help with the sperm collection. Give me a call when you're ready." Dad told Mr. Reggy. Then, I was handed the pliers and Mr. Reggy told me he would time me. "Son, find the right place the first - feel for the vas deferens - they feel like tough little strings under the skin. Feel for it, and place the tool there. Go ahead, use your fingers and get the place right before you squeeze the handles. Hold it steady and hard for ten seconds - I'll help. "In a few days, without a blood supply, his testicles will dry up, and he'll still be a male but without sperm. This only hurts for a little while, like when you get a vaccination." Dad explained. I winced, still unsure. "He'll still love you and might love you more." Mr. Reggy added and patted my thigh. "Every goat man has to do this. When you keep goats, you help nature's ways. This is how it's done." With Dad holding the goats snugly, we finished castrating the billies, and it wasn't too bad. I thanked them and told them I'd make sure they had a good life before they went to Mr. Grubb's house. Dad was relieved, he hated the way billy goats smelled. Maybe Junie could get some new clothes from the lives of these billies - real little girl clothes instead of wearing our old jeans and tee shirts around on the farm. Mr. Reggy hugged Dad, then me before he left and said he enjoyed seeing a new herd in the making with fine breeders. That was strange. Goat men don't hug.