The Goat

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

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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...