Date: Thu, 8 Aug 2013 05:54:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 24 by Aihu Fist Shackled Love in Brazil by Aihu Fist part 24 But he remembered it all too well when he looked at Rubinho who was now milking one of the slaves. Rubinho was still very much a boy in his pre-teens physically speaking combined with a mean streak that dad had stimulated ever since the boy set foot in this home. When Rubinho bent over he could appreciate the tautness of the fine buttocks. He had made it a point from the first week to have him dressed in smallest size of Adidas shorts. He told Mum to buy super small undies. Rubinho had complained about the shorts being too tight, but his complaints were ignored. He was going to wear what Dad exited the most. He wanted to see the tight package day and night. Mum was told to have the boy�s undies kept by his bedside, the ones he had worn for three days, yes, rule of thumb was that Rubinho would be told that they didn�t have enough water to wash the clothes and therefore he had to wear them longer than any other boy. The reason behind was that Dad wanted to smell them by his bed, he wanted to reach for them during the day, put the boy�s crotch scent under his nostrils and inhale deeply, close his eyes and feel his rod grow. He would imagine how one day or night he would graze the boy in his bedroom. Mum had no choice but to buy always new underwear to replace those that Dad wanted as a fetish under his pillow. Rubinho of course didn�t notice that so many were new, they just didn�t suffer the wear and tear. Now that he just went to bed, Dad thought it was going to be a tough week to pretend that he wasn�t interested in him. He couldn�t catch sleep with such a prize in the house ready for grabs. Mum woke up when dad was still snoring and walked to the kitchen for a bit of buttermilk. It was dawn and strangely enough she felt aroused. She had nearly forgotten about the `son' they had adopted. She put down the cup of milk and walked toward the boy�s bedroom. The door didn�t make a sound because Dad had oiled it before Ruby came to live with them. Dad had planned weeks ahead of Rubinho�s arrival. He had Disney posters on the wall and some of Michael Jackson, the star then. Oh Michael Jackson, how could he not have wished to spend some time in bed with that boy? He imagined him stark naked sleeping in this bed where Rubinho was now. A beautiful boy of seven and even when he was thirteen, he was hot enough to imagine doing things with him. Gosh, those early seventies of singers with tight bellbottoms trousers and the high shoes. A tiny crotch that looked so inviting when Michael pirouetted, spinning on his axis. Now Dad had his own Michael here in this bed, Mum thought. The fuzz above Rubinho�s upper lip had collected a few sweaty pearls. But mum was pleasantly shocked to see the young man�s family jewels so cutely displayed, jutting out from the crux of his upper thighs. The room was Rubinho's for his body scent had taken over the space. Her breathing accelerated, she was about to do something, she had to, she couldn�t postpone and she had to be the first to do it. On her bare feet she moved in and stood a few seconds by Rubinho�s face, her knees a little higher than his body. She crouched by his face and blew on it. Oh, little boy, I find it difficult to believe that you are a virgin, something in your face belies your lust which you try to hide for me. I will wake you up with a kiss on your round full-blooded lips. And as she thought that she did just that. The boy didn�t wake up...Mum pressed on probing with the tip of her tongue to find his teeth slightly open. Her own hand found her vagina leaking with female cum...She rummaged a finger round her clitoris while her nipples started to swell and got hard. She kept her breasts hidden in her night gown which she had put on when she left the kitchen. I have to leave before he wakes up; she thought and withdrew her tongue. In an hour or so she could come back and call him for breakfast but make him shower first. Dad had discussed the idea with her; they should measure and weigh the boy. She had agreed and together they would take pictures of him back to front. It would all be made in his interest, they agreed to say. Mum had a nurse degree which hung framed on the wall by the TV and they could always use it as an argument to see him naked. After all, they were in charge and responsible for the boy's health. Rubinho knew that he would still see the social assistant from the FEBEM who would make a few house calls to see whether he was happy with his new parents. Mum slipped back into bed like dad had and neither realized that the other had gone to see that boy in the bedroom and play with themselves. She listened to Dad snores while she continued fondling herself until she had a mild orgasm. When the sun came through it was seven o' clock already. Rubinho turned onto his stomach, still too tired to get out of the bed, and pushed the bed sheets with his feet to the foot end. Mum who had enjoyed her own ecstasy dose, slept longer than she had planned. Dad, however, opened his eyes and felt the knob of his cock pulsating against his belly. He could do a slow hand jive thinking of what he wanted to do last night, he thought or get up and grab a real banana. He opted for the latter. He slipped out of bed and decided to let everyone sleep for another half hour. He slipped on his dirty briefs, picked up a banana and walked to Rubinho�s bedroom. The door was slightly ajar. God almighty he saw the boy�s bum, in its entire splendor. He gasped for air and took another bite of the fruit. So mum was asleep and this boy too...he could literally jerk off here by the door. The balls dangled up and down in a stretching ballsac, and his fist nearly ripped off the knob off his Negro dong when he pulled the skin of the shaft furiously. His breathing went faster than the yanking. He put the last of the banana in his mouth and swallowed quickly. He boy�s lips made a purring sound, like that of a young jaguar cub. I must be patient, Dad thought again. It won�t take long before I am all over him, especially over his shiny clefted hills. The spunk released in his fist made him realize how horny he had been and how starved of sex he had been. The body showed signs of gaining consciousness by the nearly imperceptible movements. Then the left leg moved a little higher to the ribcage and the right leg totally stretched out as if he was trying to swim in bed. It exposed the boy�s soft scrotum seen from the back, with a tiny cock that lay like a flipper clause to the inside of the left buttock. Dad ate his own cum, something he�d been doing for ages, even boy�s cum. He believed that it contained life elixir and would keep him younger and wouldn�t age him as fast as his peers. As he licked his sticky fingers he dreamed of licking the boy�s hole and ball sac. Rubinho dreamed too. His dream was one of riding one of his `subjects' in his own dorm. He had a blond boy of 10 with dreamy blue eyes and a mop of blonde hair only angels from Britain and Denmark have. He relived to meet him and ordering him to sit on his knees and lick his balls. In the dream the boy was gigantic and his tongue too big to find Rubinho�s balls which had disappeared from his sac. Rubinho panicked, he touched himself everywhere to find his lost balls. When Rubinho realized he stood under the giant�s sac, it was too late. The blonde giant picked him up between finger and thumb and put him in the peephole of his gigantic pink slippery knob. My knob will swallow you forever, the blonde angel said with a deafening voice: "Once down the peephole you will slither into my scrotum and drink my piss and seed too," the angelic giant laughed. Rubinho was half way in the hole when he woke up with a bang. His body all wet with perspiration. He rolled onto his back and looked around. The door was ajar and no one was up, yet. He crawled on all fours over his mattress and picked up his undies, or rather still dad�s undies he had borrowed. In the distance he heard someone nearing his bedroom. A knock on the door followed. "Yes?"Rubinho piped. "Good morning, son, ready for a shower and breakfast?" "Sure, dad." Rubinho hopped off the bed like he had always done that. "Mum has other undies for you; can I get mine back, please?" "Yes, sure dad, now?" "Ah, well, just leave them in the sink when you have finished bathing, mum will pick them up." Dad could have told him yes and he would have had the privilege to see the boy stripping, but he had seen most of the boy this morning and he didn�t want to give the boys any ideas yet as to what lay in store for him in the near future. He�d had a perfect wank and orgasm, so that could wait. Besides with still had to measure this wild beauty and write it down in the book of boys, which he had started the day before Rubinho arrived. It would be a nice scrapbook with bits and pieces of all sorts of information on Rubinho. Soon, they would have the size of his little dick measured, when stiff and soft, the balls would be weighed on chemist scales. The first pubic hairs if any would be recorded too. While doing all this, he could touch the boy and hold the precious things and mum would do the writing. Perfect. Rubinho gladly threw the old fashioned briefs of dad on the floor and let the cold water flow out of the shower head. A bar of soap by the waterspout was so nice that he wanted to stay under the water forever. As he thought of the blonde angel he had spied on before he had violated his angelic arse, Rubinho grew a stiffy. Gee, hard wood, Rubinho thought. Rubinho was pleased to feel it and play with the wet peeking about cockhead. He closed his eyes and went down in memory lane of how that night the cherub was introduced by the educators as a new inmate. Just hours before the police had picked him up, begging and sniffing glue, at a roundabout. He had been living on the streets with a bunch of boys, but alas his short legs didn�t carry him fast enough when he had to flee the cops. The boy had arrived in a holed rag of shorts of which the legs ended just below his crotch. He stood bare-chested and his torso was rife with scabs on his knees and elbows. Snot running from his nose, he stood there frightened and feeling alone. There wasn�t much of an official introduction, really. The educator had left him standing by the bed and told the inmates to take care of him, which meant that the educator wanted them to wash the boy and probably intimated the sexual ritual of adopting him in the dorm, which was no secret at all to all staff who worked at FEBEM. The boy, having lived much longer on the streets than Rubinho, in the dark of the dorm, felt apprehension and fear of being in a big room with beds and boys he had never seen and whom he didn�t trust. He had arrived during Rubinho�s hey days at the FEBEM. Now, he heard whispers and sniggers emanating from different corners. Boys coming out of their beds giggling. All of them knew that that night was going to be fun. He so much wanted to run, but his body froze when a few came out of the darkness and faced him, scrutinizing him as if they were going to devour him, skin and all. "The poor boy `lost it',he pissed on himself," a voice said. A trickle went down his right leg. and left a puddle between his feet. "Look, he is chicken...he pissed himself. Another piped. Someone came behind him and before he knew his shorts went down and landed at his feet. "Haha, he has no undies on!" The boy piped again, adding insult to injury to the fun they were making of him. Rubinho said nothing, but he enjoyed the idea he was going to fuck a boy who had just wetted himself. He couldn�t wait until he had the boy�s prick in his mouth and drink the golden nectar of this street angel, who had arrived barefooted and the other boys laughed hard and danced around him. A boy, probably the next in command, said:" take of your filthy T-shirt." The shirt was torn off his young body in seconds as all hands ripped it to all sides. Next, as in a tribal ritual they jumped and bounced on their feet and whispered the words: "We�ll have you, we�ll have you..." The boy was pushed to step out of his shorts, which were given to Rubinho, who grabbed them eagerly and inhaled the urine odour as deep as he could. Then, black figures like puppets on a string tightened up the circled which became smaller and smaller until they stood a hand�s distance away. Then, he sensed something warm brushing over his cold skin, from behind. First it was soft like the softness of a fingertip. It made or ran circles over his bum. It tickled so much he got goose bumps all over. The boys had sneaked up on him and he could feel their breath on him from all sides. It was as if he was part of a fairy circle; all of the boys had risen up and had penned him in. He was trapped and captured in a human pen made of naked peers. "You are ours, you are ours," they sang hoarsely now. The warm breaths were all he felt; he blindly counted perhaps a dozen young bodies surrounding him. He was spot on because Rubinho had invited the adjacent dorm boys too. Two circles of those had the young foal corralled in. The soft touch he had felt was back on the other buttock, but now he also felt more of the same by his hips, tummy and nipples. Your comments to aihufist@yahoo.com Please donate to Nifty.