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Date: Wed, 7 Nov 2012 11:02:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 12 by Aihu Fist

SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL part 12
by Aihu Fist

-We gotta get rid of his gear?I mean anything that points to Mormonism has
to be eliminated. Ronaldinho, why don't you pick up his clothes and make a
bonfire with them outside?

His eyes lit up when he heard that, and off he was with all of Jay's Mormon
uniform.

Rubinho ran after him and said: give me those underpants?I'll wear
them. You can keep his socks?

-No, uncle said to burn it all.

-Don't you say a thing about me keeping his boxers, you hear, or your arse
is mine!

Ronaldinho shrunk and cringed with the uttered threat, for he knew his
cousin would do so. Why did his uncle always introduce them as brothers to
guests? Now the entire family was to keep a secret, the second one, after
they had incarcerated Johnny. Rubinho hid the underpants under the pillow
of his bed. Dad, mum, had kneeled by the bed and they were stroking the boy
all over his body. Mum cradled his scrotum, ran her fingers over the boy's
face, and 666 did nothing but got hard just watching the scene.

-You think he would fuck you, woman?

-Why, I don't know, but if he doesn't, I will, she answered. What about
yourself, husband?

-I'd like to, but I am not the type to assault one, while one is
sleeping. I want to come in him and see and feel some resistance and
suffering, while I whisper in his ear that he is a white trash slave of
ours. So, no,? not yet.

-666, why don't you carry him to the barn and lock him into the slave
collar, and you will watch him. When he wakes up you must call us.

-Yes, dad, 666 said. He got up and picked up the boy and carried him over
his left shoulder to the barn. On the patio he saw the licking flames
getting high on the alcohol doused clothes. Soon nothing would remain of
the boy's identity as the name tag was the last piece to be consumed by the
fire. In the distance he heard:
Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal. It was 3-0 for
Brazil against France.

Ronaldinho looked at the limb torso and head swinging from Johnny's
back. It looked as if he had just been killed. Rubinho was lying on his bed
sniffing the strange underwear that Jay had worn all day. The excitement
was between his ears, the scent wafted up his nostrils and he got a boner.

-Ai meu deus, (oh, my god) he sighed?what a lovely smell of a white virgin
arse. He must be a virgin, has to be, religious as he is. But his arse will
be mine as 666's will be. He got his tackle out of his boxers and began
milking his own rod with fervour.

-Ronaldinho, son, it is bed time for you; tomorrow we have some heavy duty
on our hands, dad said.

He walked straight to his bedroom, opened the door, and caught Rubinho red
handed with his head in the boxers, and his fist clenching and pulling his
hot rod.

He said nothing, just ogled and slid into his own bed with nothing on. He
made a cross and kept his eyes on Rubinho's hands until the latter shot
strings of sperm on the bed sheets. He didn't have to care, because
everybody thought about sex and knew that his mum knew what he did most
nights.

-How many times can you squirt a day? Ronaldinho asked.

-I don't know, and it is none of your business, pinapplehead. Turn your
head away and dream of fucking sheep, ok?

-OK, Ronaldinho said, very disappointedly.

Rubinho turned to his right side and fell asleep.

-Good Lord, Jesus Christ, just look at that body of his, 666 said to
himself. This is my only chance, no one is here, and I got all night. The
boy is drugged and won't feel a thing, but I will feel pleasure, surely.

He clasped the collar, which he had worn only two nights ago, around the
Mormon neck. Yes, he had spent 2 nights in the barn without the slave
tether attached to the wall. He's mine, only mine, 666 mused, while he
softly brushed the baby skin of his. His fingers travelled the sensitive
coat of this young dog from the nipples to the thin bush of flax coloured
pubic hair. 666 got his hard pole out of his silky undies. Next, he turned
Jay onto his tummy over a bale of fresh straw and massaged the kid's fine
buns. Slowly, but with a certain determination, he pried them open to look
at the boy's hole. Not one hair he found, and that made him happy, because
he hated hairy arses. He had to be fast, any one from the family could turn
up, and you couldn't trust a thing they said. He quickly found what he was
after: a rosy rosette, just waiting to be explored. He stuck his finger in
his own mouth, moistened it with a wad of saliva and screwed the kid's but
with it. The sphincter was totally relaxed and very accommodating for the
size of his finger.

-In the name of the father, the son, and the Holy Spirit, I am going to
possess you tonight, 666 hissed. His fine steely but glimmering glans
forced itself a way in and the ride could begin.

The boy was hot inside, the rectum tight, and cork dry. 666 heaved and
puffed his cheeks when plugging the Mormon arse. It didn't take long for
him to come, a few more shoves, and he oozed all he had inside the Mormon,
turned temple of forbidden flesh. As he came, he glued himself tightly
against that body. He had popped the cherry and no one would find out. As
he did withdraw his limp penis out of the entrails, he realized how
beautiful that arsehole looked like and he couldn't desist from licking it,
sticking his tongue deep into that arsehole, and taste his own seed
dripping from the ribbed flowerlike entrance. Then pushed his doggone rod
back into the cosy briefs, and went to sleep in the corner of the barn,
from where he could see the full moon shining like a golden disc against a
pink sky.



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