Date: Thu, 30 May 2013 21:50:28 -0700 From: Master MV Subject: White Goat Chapter 1 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. My father has always been the most powerful Man i've ever known. For as long as i can remember, He's always been the one to whom we've all looked for guidance and discipline. He's the one who reads the Book and teaches us the Word. We live in a small, isolated community out in the desert. We grow our own crops and we all have our jobs to do. i'm the youngest of six brothers, same as my Father, same as His father before Him. i never knew my mother; Father always told me i was her last gift to Him. He's told me ever since i was a child that i was very important; the sixth son of a sixth son of a sixth son. He's always called me His white goat. All my life, i've been surrounded by men. My brothers, my uncles, my Father, His father, His father's brothers, and others i'm not related to by blood but bonded by spirit. We all share the Word and would defend one another against the rest of the world if it came to that. There are about forty of us in all, and i'm the youngest at fourteen. i've known for some time that my brothers and Father all share a special bond, as does He with His brothers. Our house isn't huge, and it's always got this dense, underlying scent that i've just grown up associating with men. In the summer of course it gets as hot as a blast furnace and we're all naked or nearly so a lot of the time. The rich, heavy smell of our sweat gets everywhere and on everything. It's a comforting smell i've cherished since childhood. It's even thicker in our bedrooms and the bathrooms; the musky, bleachy funk of cum crusted on the sheets, the tang of unwashed assholes and dried piss, manly pits and feet layered with lingering gas from unapologetic farts and the dust and chaparral of the desert. And of course, nothing smells like a room where men have been fucking. That's how i know they have the bond. Our house reeks of mansex, especially my older brothers' rooms and of course, Dad's room. You can practically see the smell in there; almost taste it. My brothers aren't really discreet about it. i see the way they horse around, manhandling each other, how playful wrestling can start to get more frenzied and intense and before long, they're sweaty and hard. Then they'll stop and look at each other, deep into one another's eyes and the touching turns to groping, the struggling to grinding, mashing faces into sweaty crevices and spitting into each other's mouths. Eventually they'll get up, cocks throbbing and dripping and they'll retreat to the nearest room, slam the door shut, and fill the house with the racket of rough fucking. We can all hear them going at it, sometimes even from outside the house, and nobody seems to care. Generally nothing is said unless our Father wants quiet, in which case He'll just bang His heavy fist against the wall or the door and the noise instantly stops. It might be followed by hushed whispers and quiet, muffled groans that can be heard by listening against the wall or underneath the door, but Dad won't be disturbed again, ever. All five of my brothers do this with each other; they laugh and play and roughhouse and fuck all the time when they aren't busy working. With me, they're playful and affectionate, but they've never tried to have sex with me. Sometimes their touches have lingered and i've seen that hunger light up in their eyes, but none have ever crossed the line. They tease and haze me a bit, holding me down and drooling spit on my face, spanking my ass and tickling me until i piss myself, but not one has taken me to his room to get off, and not for lack of trying on my part. my brother Stefan, just over a year older than me, shares my room. Several times i've walked over to his bed when he was jacking off and asked if he wanted me to help him, and he's always just smiled and said no thanks. i've even tried grabbing his dick mid-stroke and he's always stopped me, saying, "That's mine, little brother, you've got one of your own." When i've wrestled with or hugged any of the others and tried to grab their cocks or their asses, they smile at me and gently move my hand away, back to an arm or a chest, ruffling my hair. When i lean in for a kiss, they might peck me on the lips or lick the tip of my nose, but they never open their mouths to receive my tongue or offer me theirs. Over time, this has made me feel like an outsider, like i'm not one of them. i crave their love and affection, which i get plenty of, but i also want to taste their hard, sweaty cocks, their musty balls, their pits and feet and damp hairy holes. i want to lap up their sweat, savor their acrid piss and thick clumps of cum, but they won't share that with me. Just each other, leaving me listening at the door while they swear and fuck, flesh slapping wetly against brotherly flesh. What makes it worse -- what's really starting to fuck with my head -- is that my brothers have this bond with our Dad, too. He takes them into His room when he pleases, sometimes one at a time, a few times all five. It gets loud when they're all in there together, groaning and laughing, leaving me on the outside in tears, stroking my dripping cock. He's come into the room in the middle of the night, beckoning Stefan from sleep, rousing him from bed and taking him into His own for the night. When this happens, He looks over at me, smirking; He knows i know exactly what's about to happen. He'll lick His lips and just say softly, "Go back to bed, son." Unlike my brothers, my Father isn't always loud when He fucks, but when He is, the whole house thunders. Sometimes my brothers come out with bruises, black eyes, split lips, and bite marks and hickeys all over their necks and backs. They always reek like Him, His sweat and cum and piss, their lips swollen with the effort of Cocksucking, faces rubbed raw by His stubble. Even my oldest brother, Judas, who normally lords his superiority and strength over the rest of us, is a total submissive cunt for our Father. And every time Dad fucks them, i burn with envy, wishing He was fucking me. What's wrong with me? Why won't any of them love me the way they love each other? Why doesn't Dad want me like he wants them?