Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2013 13:49:24 -0800 (PST) From: Aihu Fist Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 16 by Aihu Fist Shackled love in Brazil by Aihu Fist Part 16 The next day, 666 was given feijao (brown beans) and rice and after that he was muzzled, pacified and tethered to the far end by the door, so that during the day he couldn't get too physically close to the other two. Dad, mum and the others had probably known all along what happened at night but turned a blind eye to it. Even though 667 had not fully collaborated with 666 the other night, because of the heavy drugs he gets, and this since day one he had arrived, 666 was sure that the Mormon's was sore in the morning. Josh could not pinpoint who of the family had raped him. However, 666 felt guilty and was afraid he'd find out. Mum and dad stood there and observed the boy coming to life little by little as the day wore on. Back in the living room, dad said: -This 667 is definitely not a pansy, at some point we need a female to breed with him. Maybe next year after Ronaldinho has finished his cycle of knowledge ingestion with 666, dad spoke to num. -I agree, mum said, besides he is strong and healthy, some good offspring would make them want to stay. -Yes, but 667 has caught 666'eye as well. -Why don't you let him ride 667? That would break him. I mean the trauma of rape would certainly make him more obedient, if he knew that it could happen time after time. Just to keep a foot between the door, you know. - Rubinho should stick to 668, however, we know we cannot trust the night prowler. No 667 has to be taken with the entire family watching, that will do the trick to break that Mormon freckle face. I think we have to postpone the idea of making babies with him. We have our hands full with three slaves and 2 horny young boys of our own. I don't think we can keep them forever here, it is getting to dangerous. -I wouldn't worry, husband. The other day I read that the Latter Day's Church said that 2 of their missionaries have absconded or deserted their church and labeled failed missionaries. They say they were old enough to decide what to do with their lives and that perhaps the mission was their thing. They didn't press charges at the police station and there are no 'missing' posters to be seen in town. -If you keep giving that Viagra to 666, he will want to fuck all the time, husband. He's so docile tonight, as he has been sucked off the whole day by Ronaldinho. Just go and blindfold him, tie him up to the wall and ride him once more. -Good idea, Ana. I'll do that right away. Clank him to the wall with his back to us. It will have an impact on 667 when he hears 666 moaning like a real bitch. I am getting hard just thinking of it. Ana was raging with wantonness, just thinking of Jay and the size of his dong. But that would be her secret. Her sex life with dad was at rock bottom. But now, she had two new toys: slaves to take care of. Washing them, taking care of any bruises caused by the shackles. She loved the idea. Both kept their muzzles in place. Both were stripped of their briefs by mum. Something she fancied. Ronaldinho was out playing on the beach that day. Dad, mum and Rubinho had the entire place to themselves. They spoke in Creole most of the time, so none of the captives could follow the conversation. -I have been waiting for this moment, son. I am going to mix my knowledge with his, so next time, when Ronaldinho will sucks his godly tower, he will get more knowledge. I also think it is a foretaste to what your cousin is about to endure when he is older. -I see, dad. -Stop calling me, dad, you whoreboy. I told you only to call me dad when we are outside. Remember that I can call the federal Police on you any time for the rape of that younger boy in the FEBEM. -Sorry, sir, I will not say it again. Dad unbuckled his belt, lowered his trousers and took hold of his own dark snake that sprang from his Y-fronts. - Rubinho, spread those gringo arse cheeks and start licking that cute pecker of his, real well. 666's got a little apprehensive when Rubinho first blew hot air in his crack and then probed it with his tongue. However, he liked what he felt. -Move away now, dad said, when he pushed the boy aside. -Once more I am going to ride your sanctum white British arse. The black penis looked like a turd coming out of a white man's ass. It was exciting to see, Rubinho mused. He grabbed his own withering Mickey and started jacking off while dad's arse twitched with every push and shove. Next, 666 began to wail, but he did not buck or kick back, he just received it gracefully. At the same time, 667 became restless, and nervous, because he knew he couldn't escape from the clutches, and frankly, the moaning and grunts of dad and 666, made him fear for the worst. When dad reached a climax, all went quiet for a little while. His sperm was running down gringo's crack. Rubinho, watching dad, shot quite a load as well. Then dad switched off the light, a light breeze blew on both boys' bodies, and then they heard a door closing. They had finally gone, 667 thought, and sighed with relief when he heard the door being locked. -The best way to show who the Alpha male is, would be to leave the two males together, totally naked, it will not take too long before the two slaves would compare their tools of knowledge. Seek out who has the biggest tackle, Ana suggested. -You've done some good thinking, woman, dad said. However, I want Ronaldinho to suck his white boner every day. I could also ride him while the boy sucks his knowledge. So when he begs me to leave his hole, he'll squirts from the other end into another hole. Tomorrow, we'll give him a good bath, an oil massage, and see how he reacts to the boy's hands. Next day 667 was lying on his side in a bed of straw, while 666 had been taken out to the ATM for some fresh cash. Dad had postponed the second day of Ronaldinho's initiation. Rubinho had been told to test 667 in terms of willingness to fuck with other males. In the early morning Rubinho walked in like the man in charge, chest puffed, head high and his eyes glinting with evil intentions. -Get up; slave 667, Rubinho barked with whip in hand. You too, 666, turn around, with your back to me. Both of them had their muzzles fastened, which they were never allowed to take off in the presence of the masters. With the whip, Rubinho nudged 666 into a corner where he was to wait for the next order. -Stay there, and don't move your bunda (arse), or you get a severe lashing, is that understood? 666 nodded. -Good, the boy barked. He yanked 667 to his feet, and locked him onto the brick wall. His white skin looked like precious ivory against the brick colour. Pinned and spread eagled, and his collar keeping him tight against the wall was a forward invitation for sexual abuse. His legs trembled and the hairs on them stood on end. The whip rose to the young man's loins and carefully touched the sides of his scrotum. He was unable to speak with pacifier in mouth and all. Then unexpectedly 667 began to snivel? I smell fear, Rubinho said. I like that, the little psychopath said, and whipped the brick wall as a warning to what was to come. 667 showed signs of high sensitivity each time the whip's end travelled the ridge of the sac op to the anus. The point of the whip hung in front of the soft entrance. The drug effect from the previous night had worn off and the freckled one was definitely edgy and oversensitive. Rubinho lowered the whip and moved his hand toward 667's arse to grab his nuts. The hand cupped the crumpled sac and inched forward to squeeze the penis between two fingers. Had he been fooled the day he had picked him? Had the young slave somewhat done to his genitals that they looked huge the day Rubinho had laid his eyes on his crotch, or had the Mormon just had a hard on that moment? -You will have to do better than that, boy. What if I start playing with it a while? Well, what do you say? 667 wiggled against the wall, as if he could escape through a hole in the wall. Then he banged his head against it. -Don't hurt yourself, you fool. Do you want to feel my whip? I will see to it that my property doesn't damage itself by damaging from the inside with my spear. You got that? 667 froze immediately. -Good, then. Be still now. Dad had come back? Oh no, the Mormon thought. 668 was sleeping, he had been drugged for the day as it would be too difficult working on 3 at the same time. -Give me that whip, dad said to Rubinho. -Why? -Because you take too much time with this guy. I'll show you what to do with this priest boy. You go and fondle 666 and make him real hard. Turn him around and unshackle him. 667's briefs came down just below his globes. -You see these white buns, Rubinho? -Yes, sir. -Well, they need good squeezing, put some of my nails in them, pinching him hard, without leaving any scar, just a trifle of pain. Then shove a hand in-between and rub real hard against the arsehole until he begs and wails and shakes his arse back and forth riding it. He doesn't want to do that, but he will, especially when I plant my fat finger in his hole. Just watch. -Spread them further, choirboy. Dad helped him a bit kicking his feet wide apart. -Uuuf, 667 uttered. The finger went in real hard, drilling strongly, unrelenting. Pacifier in mouth we only heard the snorting through the nose?667 had a tough time. -Feels fine to me?ready for 666, dad said. Bring him over, boy. Rubinho walked 666 over pulling him along by his hard cock. Dad and Rubinho positioned him in front of 667's crack. -Get that bottle of olive oil and rub his with it, boy. Rubinho said nothing, not wanting to irritate his 'dad'. -Ready, gringo? 666 just nodded, rubbed his knob which was red like a rooster's crest and dug in. -Not one word was said; he just stabbed and stabbed the Mormon with pleasure and lust. Both sweating it out?He couldn't resist chewing the Mormon's ear and he felt privileged as dad and Rubinho didn't stop him from doing it. Dad started wanking himself off and so did Rubinho with his shorts on his feet. They enjoyed the voyeurism so much they squirted precociously on 666's legs, which triggered off an orgasm in him and unleashed all he had pent up that day. He had a load because Ronaldinho hadn't sucked him dry before. The Mormon boy snorted and then collapsed against the wall. What was wrong with this kid? Did he pass out because of the physical ordeal or was it the psyche in hem that had been broken?