Date: Wed, 1 Jan 2014 21:48:30 -0700 From: Master MV Subject: White Goat Chapter 3 DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I in no way condone sex with minors or taking BDSM beyond sane limits. This is meant purely for stroke material and to purge some of the more outrageous fantasies that cook inside My head. Feedback is appreciated; write to Me at TheMasterMV@gmail.com to let Me know what you think of the story. i'm sitting in the hallway outside my Father's room, listening to the sounds of my grandpa being ravaged, quietly crying in frustration and rejection. i can hear Dad tearing His father's clothes off his body, destroying them to get at the flesh underneath. i know grandpa will leave here naked and barefoot, bruised, ravaged, with his Son's Seed running down his legs, soaked in holy Piss, probably with bloody nose. He won't be allowed to wash any of the evidence off. He will walk this way through the dusty compound, showing his degradation to everyone, not as penance, but with pride. The others who see him will flock like bees to honey and clean him with their tongues, hungry for a taste of my Father. i hear His voice through the door: "That's it, dadcunt, spread 'em wide and show it to me." Granddad groans in response. i shudder in envy, muffling my sobs even as i rub my stone-hard goatcock. i'm listening to the sounds of my Dad sucking, licking, biting, and growling into granddad's asshole, laying down on the floor, looking under the door at their feet; granddad naked, Dad still clothed. Grandpa begs his Son to fuck him between groans; Father orders him to shut the fuck up. "What's goin' on, goat?" i start at the sound of my brother Samael's voice, looking up at him in fear. He's wearing only a pair of loose cotton shorts, slung low enough to see the top of his dark pubic thatch. i've always found him the most beautiful of my brothers. i drink in the sight of his lean, compact, muscular body, coated with a sheen of sweat and decorated liberally with fresh and fading hickeys, bite marks, and bruises. He always seems to find himself on the receiving end of much of the violence in the house, despite being physically impressive enough to defend himself. He always gets his licks in, though, and my brothers often have to gang up on him to take him down. Eventually, he always surrenders and he always seems to smile as he's hauled off to whatever victory my brothers have planned. And afterward, even when he's bleeding, he's always affectionate and good-natured; there's never a hint of malice. But the sharp gleam in his dark eyes never goes away. A loud thud against the door startles me anew. "Please, Son, please, Son, please ..." is heard, followed by the sound of violent gagging and rhythmic pounding against the wood. "Sounds like Dad's really giving it to him, doesn't it, goat?" Samael chuckles. He comes closer and sits next to me; I can smell the tang of sweat, piss, and cum emanating from his body. He probably just got fucked downstairs. i desperately want to investigate with my nose and tongue to find out. He's looking at my face. "Dad smack you a good one?" i blush and look down. "i was in his closet; i was trying to see," i reply softly. Samael chuckles. "That was a mistake, goat; you know Dad doesn't like us in there unless He invites us in." "You mean invites YOU in," i retort. The noises behind the door rise in volume. "Ah, FUCK!" i hear my Father shout, followed by a piercing cry from my granddad. Samael glances at the door, smirking that smirk of his. "you have no idea how lucky you are, goat," he tells me. "you have no idea what's in store for you. I would literally kill to trade places with you." i stare at him dumbfounded as my grandpa's rhythmic groans grow more and more urgent and higher pitched, punctuated by the harsh slap of my Father's flesh against his, with His animalistic grunts getting deeper, louder, more gutteral. He's getting close. Soon, he'll seed His father. "Why would you want to be me?" i ask him. He leans in close, cupping the back of my head in his hand. "Because," he whispers, close enough for me to smell the piss on his breath, "soon you'll be consecrated and you'll have EVERYTHING I've ever wanted, ever." He pulls my head close, sniffing my hair, breathing into my ear. His tongue traces the rim of it and he shudders. "OH SON PLEASE OH FUCK, PLEASE, SON PLEASE SON PLEASESONPLEASESONPLEASE!!" "Do you want a taste of what it will be like for you?" Samael asks. i nod frantically. i'm desperate. i have to have SOMETHING. my Father roars, and His father wails in either agony or ecstasy, i can't be sure. Samael grins evilly at me and lets me go, crawling backward and turning to face away from me. He lowers his cotton shorts and strips them off, exposing his bruised, chiseled, hairy ass to me, bending over far to spread the cheeks and show off his dark, destroyed, oozing hole. He grunts and a bubble of gas escapes wetly, starting a trickle of fluid that runs down his balls and drips onto the hardwood floor; chunks of white cum slither down as he groans and pushes. His cunt pouts, glistening, expelling the family seed before my astounded eyes. He takes a deep breath and i hear his guts gurgle before a stream of liquid that smells like piss jets out abruptly, causing him to groan. By the time he's done, a sizable puddle rests on the hardwood of the hallway, cooling rapidly, islands of pearl-white cum in a sea of piss. i fall upon it like a beast, bruising my lips as i lick and slurp and suck desperately, taking my brothers in. "They're going to take me to the barn tonight, goat. you should sneak out and watch what they do." i don't look up from my task. i hear him chuckling as he pads down the stairs, and through the doorway i can hear my grandfather softly weeping, whispering, "I love you my Son." *** The night desert air is still oppressive with heat. In the winter it gets quite cold at night, but now, in the summer, the air is still hot, drawing sweat from the skin. i waited until i heard my brothers make their way out of the house and gave them some time to get started before sneaking out. i decided not to dress; after all, if i'm discovered naked my brothers might finally give in and use me the way i've wanted them to for years. The night air feels good on my naked skin. my hard cock leads the way through the moonlight, toward our barn. Warm light slices through the spaces between the wooden slats, drawing me closer. i can hear my brothers laughing. It's a cruel sound that i have come to both love and hate. When they laugh, i want to be close to them, and i am always denied that closeness. i am never one of them. i want so desperately to belong to them, to our Father, whatever that means, whatever it takes. And fuck, i want their cum. i fucking need it. i can hear chains clinking as i draw closer. i crouch outside and peer through a knot hole in one of the planks. They are strapping Samael's wrists and ankles into a sling suspended from the ceiling. He doesn't resist. He's smiling and joking along with them. They are all naked and wearing boots, but Sam is barefoot. "What're you gonna do when the goat's consecrated, Sammy?" Judas asks, chuckling. "You're gonna miss all this dick." He lewdly grabs himself, wagging his thick cock at my brother. Fuck, it's big. Sam looks at our oldest brother's dick, running his tongue around his lips. "The goat won't get it all the time," he replies. "Besides, all the men in the compound can't use him at once. I'm sure I'll still get my fill." "Speaking of which," Stefan interrupts, "Open your fucking mouth, faggot." He walks around to the end of the sling where Samael's head hangs back, dick in hand, not quite hard. Samael chuckles. "Make me." Quick as a striking rattlesnake, Stefan punches our older brother hard in the center of his chest with his free hand. Samael grunts, air whistling out of his clenched teeth. His cock flexes and immediately grows hard, standing up against his furry belly. "Fuck," he breathes, smiling up at him, and opens wide. "Mouthy fucking cunt," Stefan mutters, then aims his dick at Samael's mouth and starts pissing into it. Sam locks his lips around the head and starts gulping. "You know he just wants to get you to hit him," Abel says, chuckling and shaking his head. Abel always seems to smile; he's always happy. He's now casually stroking himself to hardness, watching as Stefan drains his bladder into Sam's stomach. "Well, lucky for the bitch I like hitting him," Stefan replies. He pisses for another thirty seconds or so before tapping Sam on the cheek, letting our brothercunt milk the remaining fluid from his shaft. He withdraws and casually turns around, planting his ass in Samael's face and loudly blasts him with gas, which Samael sniffs deeply. "Mmmm, thank you brother," he growls. Caine, Abel's twin, steps up next and feeds his pissload to our suspended brother. He gulps it down loudly and appreciatively as Judas steps up between his legs. He grunts as he starts spraying Sam's exposed cunt with his piss. The smells are drifting out to me by now, the piss mixed with the musk and the shit of the sleeping pigs in the barn. Fuck, i want their piss. i want them to drown me in it. "Beg me for it, fagbrother," Judas orders. Samael lets go of Caine's dick, heedless of the piss spraying over his face. "Fuck me, Judas, please, I need it again," he pleads. "Hit him," Judas commands, and Caine punches Sam in the eye, snapping his head downward. Samael groans; his cock darkens and swells, throbbing. Judas strokes the head of his dick against Sam's piss-soaked hole. "Keep begging." "Dammit, Jude, fuck me. C'mon. Do it. Plow my fucking hole." Judas nods to Caine again, and he grabs Samael by the hair with his left hand, raining three hard successive rabbit punches against Sam's unprotected face. Samael's cock starts oozing. "Gahh, FUCK!" Sam yells. "Come on, faggot, FUCK me! You think you're a man? We've all seen what a cunt you turn into when Dad gets his hands on you --" He is interrupted by Judas's fist slamming into his swollen, dangling balls. Samael screams in pain, his body wracked and trembling, and his cock starts pumping precum out in brutal contractions. Amazed, i see he is likely seconds away from orgasm. "BEG ME, FAGGOT!" Judas screams at him. "I WANT YOU TO FUCKING RUIN ME! DAMN IT! FUCK ME! RAPE ME! FUCKING DESTROY ME WITH IT! FUCK! FUCK ME! FUCK ME--" And his words trail off into a bubbling scream when Judas drives himself in, balls deep, with one vicious stroke. The gang rape that follows is animalistic, base, and inhuman. They each fuck him like they're trying to murder him with their cocks, and when they've unloaded in his hole, they rotate to his face, choking him and making him clean them off. While one is plowing his abused hole,the others alternately beat, punch, bite, and strangle him to make him clamp down and heighten the friction of the fuck. i lose count of the number of loads i shoot against the side of the barn watching my brothers debase my brother. By the time they finally stop, the stench of sweat, cum, and piss has saturated the hot night air, and Samael's face is bruised, swollen, and bloody. His nose looks broken and one eye won't open. But his red-stained smile remains as they all unchain him and lift him out of the sling, standing him up between the four of them. They all start licking his face clean, whispering and murmuring to each other. One thought fills my head: i. want. this. "Did you like watching your brothers, goat?" i whirl to see my Father staring hard at me, arms folded, displeasure apparent on his face. "You're supposed to be in bed," he says sternly. Soft laughter drifts from within the barn. "i'm sorry, i wanted to see --" "you've wanted to see a lot today, goat, and you never once asked if I wanted you to see it." He steps forward, pinning me between the rough side of the barn and hos powerful body. "I suppose it was going to come to this in any case," he says softly, and then he grabs me by the throat.