Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2010 04:22:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: TiedNUsed <tiednused@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Goat - Part 1

This is all pure fantasy. Email me if you liked the story. This is my first
submission to the nifty archives.

All the usual disclaimers -- if you really don't like reading stories
involving men and boys having sex, then why are you here?


The Goat -1

I was, as usually hanging out in one of the gay chat rooms, Tuesday late
night, horny as hell, going through profiles and checking out men as they
logged in and out. Sometimes I liked to switch between alphabetical order
and arrival order in the member's list, in the chat rooms. That way I can
see who got into the room lately if I missed something, or seek hunks I've
chatted with at an earlier time. Every time I would find a hot stud, hunk,
or a mean looking daddy, my cunthole would start to twitch and I would
start to feel a tingling feeling all along my smooth ass crack as I sat,
totally naked at the computer. Older type of men, coupled tops, sadistic
doms and rough looking tops always drew my immediate attention, and
sometimes I would just chat them up, sending them a message like "yummmy,
hot profile!" or just a "Hi!"... I am naturally smooth all over my body
except some few hairs around my pucker, and under my arm pits, and at the
age of 22 I wonder if I'll lever have more bodily hair. Not that it bothers
me, I love the fact that men love to slide their hands along my ass cheeks
and feel the baby skin, totally hairless tense up as their fingers roam
along my body. I also love the fact that men love my semi long curly dirty
blonde hair, somehow it drives them crazy. Many daddies just love to grab
me by my hair and pull it in whatever direction they need my head to be
pulled.

That Tuesday night I was specially horny, but the chat room seemed
specially quiet. Several times I was just about to close the chat room,
shut down my computer, and go to bed. I thought of just satisfying myself
with a buttplug, which I would insert up my little hole and go to sleep
like that. I love the feeling of a buttplug, specially when I wake up in
the middle of the night and I realize the fucker it is still nastily locked
inside my chute, making my body feel so surrendered, even if it would only
take a push with my bowels to get it out.

And then someone messaged me. his username was sfla55sadTOP, and his
message was a simple "Hello boi". I love to analyze nicknames, they tell
you a lot about the person. I checked out his profile on the list of
members present in the chat room. His bioline stated that he lived in Fort
Lauderdale, Florida. His nickname began with sfla, which surely meant
"south Florida", and he was most likely 55, or was 55 years old whenever he
opened the account. Yummy, the older the better, specially if he is
creative and pumped full of viagra! The second part of his nickname was
"sad" and "TOP", and I assumed "sad" meant sadistic... Yummy!

- "Hello", I replied quickly.

- "How is it going?", read his second line, almost as soon as I answered to
him. meant he wasn't likely to be chatting with anyone else.

- "Pretty good", I answered; still not sure if he would want me to add
"Sir" so quickly in the chat. But then I saw him break the ice, and he
broke it quite harshly:

- "Like to get fucked by many men, boi?" OMG, this guy was cool and he was
not wasting any time. Nothing better than being on a constant skewer by
men, I just loved to have cocks in a line, and cocks up my ass and mouth at
the same time. But I was far from guessing where this was going to...

- "Yes, Sir!", I answered. I didn't even realize I added Sir, my fingers
typed it all by themselves.

- "Good boi... Can you handle a night long of fucking?", was his next
question, as direct as the first one. The fact that he was from south
Florida, and I was in the panhandle (Tallahassee, to be exact) added to the
emotion, this might go beyond the typical horny chat between a DOM and a
slave 5000 miles apart.

- "Mmmmm, yes Sir. Love long sessions!", I answered. Had I known what I was
about to get into. My college vacations had just started and I had no idea
I would be going to South Florida in the next 24 hours, as horny as I could
ever be.

- "Good boi!", he repeated. And then he added "You take cum up your ass?"

- Yes", I replied, feeling as if being set up in some kind of trap. There
was something about this guy, and his chat room avatar added to the
excitement. Naked bodies or body parts were usually not allowed in the
chatroom, but his image was a mean looking shaft, fully hard, and it seemed
at least 8 inches long, and really thick. I think somehow he just made the
avatar change, I used to do theta too some time ago. I would change my main
profile pic to a naked one, and it would stay there for a while until the
guys from the website would just block it and then I had to go back to my
original, G-rated pic, in order to have at least a pic. So he probably just
made the pic change and if would be noticed by the website bots any moment
now.

- You take cum up your ass, no questions asked? I mean, no questions about
age, race, status, girth and length?"

Hmmm, why would I be asking for length and girth? Then it hit me. This guy
probably blindfolded his boys, no seeing the size of the cock. The fact
that I would not know the status of the men who would fuck me was even more
disturbing. I was not a chaser and I liked my current status. I did play
bareback at times but I usually knew who was breeding me. But being that
this was a chat room, I assumed the role-play spirit, and just said

- "...yes, no questions asked , Sir!" And then he added:

- "Well boi, tell you what! I am looking for a boi, around your age, to
come to us and be tied up and bred by a number of sadistic tops, for a
night. Nothing harmful will be done to you, no permanent damage, and no
branding, you will go on with your life starting next morning. But all tops
only fuck raw and you won't see their faces, except for mine since I have
to pick u up and drop you off. Wether you drive down from Tally, or you fly
in, it's up to you but I suggest you fly, driving back might be a challenge
if you work next Monday."

Wow! That was a lot of stuff being sent over a chat room! I couldn't
believe my eyes as I was reading the lines. Did this guy just had a good
fantasy, or was this for real? So I was right, I would most likely be
blindfolded. Yummmy, loved that! Nothing like not knowing who fucked you,
it always made we weary about how I should direct myself to people. What if
the guy I am about to argue with, actually bred me in some bath house, and
he is just keeping it to himself? Drive down, or fly in? This was scary,
the guy checked me out. But he guessed wrong about Monday, He assumes I
work, which I don't, I said to myself as I kept reading. I had a month off
and very few friends, or people who would miss me in Tally for the
summer. So I answered:

- "Wow, Sir. Come down to get fucked by people I have never met, a bunch of
you, and just like that? Fucking hot!" I was just playing along, thinking
to myself this was going down the drain as soon as he logged off. In my
mind, by now I placed him the drawer of the guys who are jacking off,
chatting, and will log off as soon as they cum on the floor under their
desk or table.

- "Good lil bitch!", he replied. And then he added: "This thing I am
talking about is a private party. at a ranch near FTL. You'd be brought in,
showered, cleaned, and placed a blindfold. Then you'd be placed on a table
and tied up. Parties are Friday's night once a month, but some goats like
to come in earlier, for added pleasure..."

This guy liked to type LOOOOOONG statements! Gosh, good I am a fast
reader. And I like the fact that he doesn't make typos. Surely someone
educated, or self-made. I just answered

- "mmmmmmm", still thinking I am just playing along. What caught my
attention was the word "goat". Never heard of someone being called a goat.

- "Lemme ask you boi. You have any heart condition or asthma?", se suddenly
asked.

- "no Sir", I replied, a bit surprised to the sudden switch of topic. But
then I understood, he is looking for a bottom who would be able to be tied
up for a prolonged time. And then I felt I had to ask:

- "How many tops an I expected to serve?"

By the time I typed the question there was already another statement of his
on the chat window:

- "Good, we need goats that can handle throat-fucks and breeding for some 4
to 8 hours straight, while being tied up belly down on a table, and
blindfolded. You would only "feel" us, and hear us pulling straws to see
the order in which we fuck you. The table is rotating so we usually don't
need to move around, and you are usually turned around to clean the cock
that just bred your cunt, while another cock starts to spread you open..."

OMG, This was getting hotter by the minute! Was this guy for real???

And then his reply to my prior question showed up on the chat window:

- "We are a group of friends, we know each other, so there is only that
many tops you'll have. Could be 4, could be more...", he stated, almost
kinda calmly as if starting to sense I was being slow-roasted on lust.

- "That's another reason you can only see the face of the ONE top who
recruits you for the party!"

OMG, this was real? This shit was going on at private parties? I just HAD
to find out more!!!

- "Could be more???", I insisted, letting him know I really wanted to know
what "more" could mean. I am sure he sensed my sudden shift, and he must
have noticed my spike in interest about the party. He replied after like
seven long seconds:

- "Well, depends on the goat... Also depends on real lives, we do have real
lives and jobs. But it could be anywhere between 6 to 20-plus. Hard to say
ahead of time..."

20-fucking-plus??? My head was spinning. The most I've had one time in a
bath house in Atlanta last year was five guys, and I was in pig heaven for
like a week. But I just had to know more, this was getting weirder by the
minute too. He mentioned the word "goat" again, and he mentioned the word
"real"... WOW, what if this shit is really real? So I answered:

- "Wow, sounds fucking hot!", I typed. I just didn't know what else to
say. And then he added:

- "...yeah, it gets to be real hot. But I need to ask you a few more
questions, for safety and to make sure you understand this is no jack-off
chat"

- "OK, Sir!", I answered.

- "You ever got fucked by big cocks? Some of us are just average in size
but some are real monsters."

- "I've had a 10 inch cock up my ass one time", I proudly answered, sure of
a praise coming my way. And it came. Well, sorta:

- "Good lil bitch goat!", he said immediately. Then he added: "One of the
guys, an African American has a 13 inch cock. Kinda fleshy, kinds softer on
the goat's ass, but he's thick. Almost as thick as a bottle of white
wine..."

My head was spinning, now the other way around. 13 fucking inches??? I had
to have that. Black cocks were so yummy, specially huge disproportionate
ones; they were usually soft, not as hard as white or Arab cocks, and yet
they filled up a boy cunt like mine so good, I always felt my air supply
would just stop... I answered:

- "OMG, I gotta have that. u serious?", noticing I was being challenging
and almost disrespectfully to him. But it was late, I already hit the ENTER
key by that time. My ass was acting like a medusa, twitching in growing
despair.

- "...yeah, boi. This is for real, no bs here! Anyways, next Q", he
continued. It meant there was more questions. OMG OMG!

- "You got stomach to clean up cum and shit coated cocks? Coz unless you
really, really, skweaky clean, you WILL have shit getting stuck on cocks!
Also, I need to warn you, your mouth will be framed and strapped into a
ring gag, so you won't be able to stop cocks from popping their heads past
your mouth back tongue..."

- "Wow, how is that?", I asked quickly. I didn't even answer to his
original question. But I wasn't gonna get off easily on that.

- "Answer to my fucking question, goat bitch!", his next line read! Oh-oh,
what did I misread? I was reading back fast, and realized I didn't even
notice the shit-coated and cum-coated cock question. Quickly I replied:

- Yes, Sir, I love to clean cocks coated in cum, ass juice, and snot. I
apologize, Sir!" Our roles quickly fell into place. I was to read and pay
attention, he was steering the chat by now. I was there to follow, whether
this was a simple jack-off play or the real thing. My mind stirred itself
into a state of drunken attention, I didn't want to do this again.

- "OK, bitch. Now about the ring gag. It is a ring, which we place into
your mouth. It is 3 and a half inches in diameter, enough for almost any
cock to go through, and fuck your mouth relentlessly. Since the ring has
leather straps to the back of your head and neck, you will be drooling a
lot, and you will keep the ring for the night, so fresh shit and cum will
be added to the walls of your mouth and your teethes constantly."

In my mind, I was feeling smart. The ring would let them get their fucking
cocks as deep as they wanted, but I was a master at deflecting straight
shots into my throat. I had a gag reflex and anytime above 7 inches would
make me gag, and even spew my own throat juices through my nostrils, much
to the disappointment of the guys fucking me. This was always smoothing I
wanted to master but for some reason I never managed to do. The art of
deepthroating. So I was sure I could slightly shift my head in the right
instant, and his cock would end up in one of my cheeks, instead of my
throat.

He killed that idea, almost as if he was reading my mind:

- "Also, your head will be locked on the table, and you should know that
you will not be able to move your face or jaw, not even half an inch to a
side. That means if the guy wants to throat you, he WILL THROAT YOU!"

Arrghhh! So much for being smart! This scared me, I always panic when the
air flow is interrupted. So I came up with an excuse:

- "But how I'm gonna take this 13 inch cock down my throat? I can't do
that!"

- "Simon never fucks throats, it is humanly impossible and I've never seen
his shlong fit in a mouth or throat. His head wouldn't even fit past the
ring stuck in your mouth", he calmly explained, killing my excuse. "So you
OK with that?", he added!

- "Sure but I do gag ... ehhh... sometimes", I lied. I was sure i would be
puking my meals on every one of those cocks, assuming this was to happen
for real, ever.

- "All right, we'll teach you to NOT to gag, but the ring gag is
non-negotiable."

Ahhh, the negotiable and the non-negotiable stuff. I had to know about
that! Immediately, I asked:

- "Cool. So what else is non-negotiable?"

- Well, there is 3 more conditions, goat bitch", he said, calmly. And then
he started to list them:

- "First one, you have to be willing to exchange your real name with me. We
pay for flight tickets, we share that cost between the ones who will attend
to fuck and breed you, so it's not a big deal. Also I need a clear ID style
face pic, and that's is where most bitches just flake out"

He was so right. So far, I've never given away my real name to anyone whom
I had given my ass, unless we knew each other from before.  But the fact
that he would provide the flight ticket made sense and suddenly made me
feel like this is really for real.

- "Cool!", I added, half lying again. At that time I was hot as fuck, but I
was still skeptical about the whole thing.

- "Next thing is, you have to allow us to video tape you. No head shots
will be taken unless you want that. But the scenes of cocks spewing cum up
your ass are an items of collection to us. This is nothing commercial, and
won't the Internet, xtube or any other place. No legal custodian or
anything like that, plain private fun. And you'll get a copy..."

Wow, this was sooo fucking cool. This almost made me feel like I might give
my name to this guy! This was putting me on the fence, and my ass was
playing tricks on me, almost kissing air as if asking for that cock, or
those cocks, it this while thing was read and there was a party like that
going on once a month, somewhere in Fort Lauderdale...

And then it occurred to me. A night long fuck, tied up, is that even
humanly possible? So I asked him:

- What happens if I get a cramp?"

- "If you need to take a break, you clench both fists twice, quickly! We'll
stop, untie you, let you walk around a bit, but your walk has to be done
buttplug, so the cum that is inside, stays there. By the way, the rotating
table is designed so that your ass is higher than your head, not much but a
bit higher. So when we cum and pee up your ass. it will stay there. The
other reason is, so your drool goes on the floor, in a bucket under your
face"

WOW, WOW, WOW. These guys had it all down to a tee. Have they been doing
this for a while, or is this guy a sadistic top with an extraordinary
fantasy??? I just had to know it. Besides he mentioned the word "pee",
OMG!!!! They'll pee in me?

- "you'll pee in me?"

- "You OK with that, goat bitch?"

- "Yes of course", I stuttered. I was always bad at answering questions
that came as a question to my initial question. I was never a good debater,
and always lost arguments. I guess that made me an early cock sucker back
in middle school, I fell too easy as a pray to the other, bigger kids in my
class, and the classes older than mine...

- "Good. yes, you'll probably end up with a gallon of pee up your
stomach. Both holes are fair game for that, and personally I love to cut my
piss in short streams. I like to let you swallow the stream. So I make sure
every stream goes inside you, and doesn't flow out...

OMG OMG. He was getting my head spinning again. He had me if he wanted
to. Was he aware of that?

He continued:

- "Well, if you really wanna come down, send me a picture of your body and
your face in an email." And he gave me his email address. And then he
added:

- "I will forward it to the others, so we ca have an estimate on how many
tops wanna seed you."

- "When would that be?", I interrupted. My breath stopped again for a
second, wondering if I was being disrespectful again. he let is pass and
answered:

- "This Friday, if you send me that email today! You would be flying in
Friday afternoon, takes less than an hour to get to FTL from Tally." He was
right...

- "OK, I'll send you pics in an email", I saw my fingers type. He
interrupted:

- "Not just your pics, bitch. I need your phone number too, and your real
name. Sending your pics alone makes this whole thing a chat only and I'll
recruit another goat. Totally up to you if you want your ass abused. But
lemme tell you one thing. We've been doing this for two years now, and not
once did we have an issue. And all of the goats, ALL OF THEM want to be
back on the table for more, once they see we are for real, sane and serious
about this."

That definitely put me on the fence if I wasn't there already! I was a
bottom and they were tops, and if was natural they would have the upper
hand. When would I be handed down another chance like that, being fucked by
who knows how many tops? Chatting and setting up a meeting with a top is
such a game of "flake or not", this could be a unique chance. Besides, the
fact that they knew each other meant attendance would be full, as long as I
attended. And he said, if I wouldn't go, he would get another bitch. A
goat, as he said. Why did he call me a goat??? And then I asked:

- "So what is the third condition, Sir?"

- "Glad you asked, goat bitch!", he replied almost as if he knew he needed
to give me time, for my brain to weight the cons against the pros. And then
he said:

- "You must be willing to let us rub some white powder up your ass, after
you are tied and immobilized on the table. And you will never ask what it
is, simply take it two knuckles deep, nicely spread!"

- "What will that do to me???" My lungs were almost refusing to pump the
next chunk of air in...

- "It will make you want our cocks, goat! The effect takes over in some 10
minutes, we'll notice when your ass starts to shake involuntarily. You'll
try to spread your cheeks by twisting your toes inwards. And you'll start
drooling thru your mouth ring, asking for cock..."

- "WOW, this is so fukcing htt, I mistyped all over... I wanted that powder
now (I had a good idea what it was but I wasn't gonna ask as he ordered) in
me...! He continued...

- "The effect last some 7 to 10 hours to wear off, and you'll be half
numbed throughout the first couple of hours, that is when you'll take the
biggest guys, including Simon..."

- "The 13 icnh monster goes fisrt up my asss????", I interrupted, mistyping
again.

- "I told you we draw straws, like a lottery. You are tied anyways, so it's
not up to you if he was first, so why u asking bitch? oh, and by the way,
if you send that email to me, make sure you write the words GOAT FOR USE in
the subject line!"

This was too much. My ass spoke for me and I made the decision. I sent him
the email, with my name, my photos and my phone number... With hopes Friday
would be my day to be their GOAT FOR USE.

To be continued...