Date: Wed, 1 Jan 2014 21:48:30 -0700
From: Master MV <themastermv@gmail.com>
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.