Date: Thu, 8 Aug 2013 05:54:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 25 by Aihu Fist Shackled Love in Brazil by Aihu Fist Part 25 Rubinho jerked harder when he saw how he aimed at the novice's crack, but postponed the thought flow a minute to realise how each of the boys crammed in closer and tighter, like a human chain of boy flesh, penning in the newbie, who had not one centimeter of space left to move. The circle of boys had turned into a knitted net; one hundred and twenty fingers exploring his sensitive skin. The feeling was eerie enough, for him to close his eyes. The fingers emulated the nimble feet of strange bugs which only come out at night. What he didn't know was that those fingers had been trained for several months, ever since Rubinho had arrived among their midst. It was part of the strategy in preparing the boy for Rubinho's deflowering stab of his human dagger. The newbie would enjoy the caresses from all sides and produce the serotonin hormone and at its highest level would be so relaxed by the touches and strokes that the penetration would not hurt this and other virgins. His mind would have been deviated towards pleasure and fear neutralized. As the touching and caresses continued, the growth of fleshy poles increased. It made him feel warm and wanted so much he grew a boner himself. The boys from Rubinho's dorm had been trained by the latter to move around the newcomer clockwise, frotting their hard willies skin to skin. But each of them had been taught to spat in their hands and rub their saliva softly into the boys bum cleft. The novice gradually became aroused. The dance only lasted half an hour. Rubinho, who waited and observed from out of the circle, began humming. That was the signal for the boys to open the circle behind the boy's bottom and let Rubinho in. Of course he had his tool ready and the boy was unwittingly prepared, but had yet no idea what the game was, innocent as he was, everyone thought, he had never had sex with a boy or girl, let alone with a man. Rubinho definitely acted as a man with balls and he was in charge. The circle was full and the pressure and heat was on. Rubinho was almost climaxing under the hot water which he had falling on his cockhead. He remembered how the boys, hard as oak trees pressed their cocks of different sizes against the boy's body. Four children had their hands wrapped around his arms and both his hands, so he would not try to run away. His own little pecker stood up brimming with life. "Are you ready, pretty one?" Rubinho whispered in his ear. "Ready for what?" The boy squeamishly piped back. "Shhhhhhh," all the boys shushed, who continued caressing him. "For this," Rubinho said, and inserted his long wasplike organ into the boy's bum moistened with spittle. It was so quiet that all of them could hear the sliding in. The pretty boy clenched his buttocks instinctively. "Shhhhhh, horsy," Rubinho whispered again. "I will make you part of my fine stable of horsies I love to ride. Steady now, I am homing in." Another soft stab allowing the head only. Rubinho pulled back only to ram it deeper with a second thrust. He had gone past the threshold, halted a second, and then quickly pushed in one centimeter deeper. Pulled back half way the head, and press forward again, which had moved his penis midway. Another six had to go in so he'd been in all the way to the pubic bone. His member wholly soaked in the spittle couldn't get any harder; his balls boiled, his loins thrust against the milky white buns. Slap, slap, slap, they said with every thrust forward." The cherubim moaned under the fingers and hands that perused his ball sac, perineum, nipples, upper thighs, his sides from both sides from under the armpits. "Please, please..." the rookie cried. Rubinho now parked in that dark tunnel of boy love embraced that heavenly body with all his might and his formidable thrusts that turned the two in Siamese twins. His right hand got hold of the boy's chin which in an instant turned round to lock the ruby lips into his own and swivel his tongue like an oiled drill around the boy's. It was an all or nothing initiation that turned the child into his most cherished prize and bedfellow. Indeed, Rubinho had decided this boy was going to be his slave forever. Rubinho couldn't think clear anymore, he had turned into the animal, the alpha male that everyone feared and worshipped in the dorm. A few more ins and outs and he came squirting all he had, in the lad's soft innards. The child angel whimpered only a bit and felt the warm semen fill his rectum. Rubinho let his semen ooze at ease and then slowly but lovingly he slid out of the tight boy hole. He let go of his mouth and torso and ordered: "Turn him around, hold his legs and arms." So, the boys did what he said. Rubinho saw the limp penis of the angel and blew hot air on it a couple of times, until it came alive. He moved his full blooded mestizo lips to the boy's covered penis head and started sucking on it. Gradually it raised its head filling itself quite quickly with blood. Rubinho went as far as he could with biting the foreskin, pulling and stretching it between his teeth until the head was hard enough to softly bite it. The young knob stood glued against his the roof of his mouth. The boy, inexperienced, and hardly capable to stand the tickles on this pre-pubescent rod glans, made moves of withdrawal, as a result he bumped his bottom against a wall of erect cocks of twelve year olds. So, he bounced back into Rubinho's open mouth. Rubinho thought, the boy was actively collaborating and wanting more. Misinterpreting the situation, he gobbled up the boy's testicles, so that both penis and sac were being chewed and soaked. The cherub began to wail softly. "He likes it, sir, one boy from behind the cherubim whispered. But he lied, because what Rubinho didn't notice was that he had his finger up the child's rectum while Rubinho sucked him off. They all knew that he wouldn't shoot. He would come dry as most of his age does. And most twelve year olds could still remember when they had their first orgasm with spunk and all. At last the little boy cramped and squirmed. He bucked like Bambi on ecstasy. "Yes, that's it lad" the second in command hissed. "Give it all you got, the boss likes that." The angelic blonde had let go of all his fears. He was ridden, broken and now knew what this whole thing was about. The things boys did with other in the park at night; like those who couldn't find a bitch and had to find an outlet for their sexual depravities. He had never known but the odd grab in his crotch and his mates used to make fun of him because he didn't really know what they were on about. The older ones would tear his shorts down for fun when he was sleeping and he'd wake up next morning with a banana in his crack. Even that never rang a bell. He never made the connection of anus and penis or that a boy could have sex with another boy. Very often they pissed on his crotch when he slept. When he woke up in the middle of the night because of his wet shorts, he simply removed them and went back to sleep, thinking that he had peed on himself. One of the reasons that his father beat the shit out of him and finally threw him on the streets was just that: pissing in bed. No mum to protect him. At age six he was the boy everyone had picked on, the minute this street gang had adopted him. The oldest in the gang was fourteen, and he was constantly obsessing about finding himself a cunt, a hole, as he called it. Any hole would do, he used to brag. The other 5 members were between nine and thirteen, most of whom had had some idea about masturbating, but neither of them was really interested in a six year old yet. However, it wouldn't have taken long before the fourteen year old would have jumped him now. The adolescent had set his eyes on him the day they run for their lives from the cops. So, was it sheer luck that the cops had appeared that night? We will never know and so would this boy never know what lay in store for him had he stayed with the gang. But god works in mysterious ways with his angels, and it just so happened that the cops got hold of him, turned him over to the State who in turn dumped him in the hands of notorious child abusers. From street life in a gang in which he was the Benjamin, to a dorm full of pubescent boys with raging hormones was going to prove awfully painful for him. He didn't know that yet. When he had been left with the doctor here at FEBEM he was asked a thousand questions about his background, his dad-of whom he didn't even remember where he lived- and his four years of life with delinquents. The Institution has no qualms whatsoever to assume that all street boys have survived only by pimping themselves to any sex tourist in the capital. They have heard hundreds of stories of children who had sucked cock from foreigners, uncles, brothers, or cousins. The staff had no illusions about them anymore. As far as they were concerned, they weren't children anymore...they lost their childhood on the streets and were no more than adults in children bodies. So, the interview or interrogation if you like, didn't come with the maternal or paternal sweetness a child of that age should be treated with. "Name?" "Cleiton" "Age" "Twelve" he tried. Most boys always want to be older than they are, and he didn't really know why he had lied, perhaps he enough of being belittled because of his young age. "Twelve? You must be joking. Look at you; you are shorter than my nephew who is eleven. Pull your shorts down." The boy was in shock...no one ever had asked him to strip, this was so humiliating." "What for?" he heard himself ask. "I am the one who gives orders here. Strip or I will have you stripped, now!" The doctor was a Negro with spectacles. He was getting grey by the temples, so he could have been in his mid forties. Our angel got scared when he saw the eyes bulging as if they were to pop out of their sockets. He had never been alone with a Negro and this one was much muscled. The eyes looked mean at him and at his shorts. Was he going to be hit by this man. Would he be allowed to return to the streets? "Well, what are you waiting for, lad?" "Sir, I, I, I..." "Look, boy, I have no time for scared street boys, this is FEBEM and I work here. So, step out of those shorts or I press this button and someone will come over to help you with that, OK?" Cleiton, nodded and quickly, with trembling fingers, undid the buttons of his fly and got out of those shorts. "Good, that's better." The doc said. "You have still your underwear on?" "Yes, sir" Cleiton whimpered. They had a huge urine stain on them. He pissed himself, the doctor thought. Why, he is scared of me, that little no good. The undies were far too big for the boy so he said: Take those down too, boy. That ain't no good, put them here on my desk. And while you are at it, take your T-shirt off too. Cleiton stood stark naked in front of the doctor. "Come closer, my street child. Let me have a good look at you." Cleiton hesitantly set a few steps toward the doctor and stood now within hands reach. "You are by no means, older than ten, aren't you, Cleiton"? "No, sir, err, yes sir," The boy corrected himself. Tiny and scrawny, he wrote in his book on the desk. The delinquent lies about his age, so alos probably about his whereabouts and father. Mother unknown. Body marked with scabs and scars of badly healed wounds around the abdomen, on the arms and legs. Undernourished, hence the fragile built. Could be nine or ten, despite his age he is well developed in the genitals. The doctor put his surgical gloves and grabbed the scrotum between the forefinger and this thumb, and rolled the testicles in it. "No, no, please, pp please, no" Cleiton winced. He had never been manhandled or fondled when he was awake and he had no idea why this doctor wanted to touch his `ovos (eggs)' and `pauzinho (willie)' as his friends called their genitals. "What's the problem, boy? You want to protest? You had better shut up, you hear? You are in a gaol for boys and whether you like it or not, an inmate has no rights anymore. You are mine, you are ours, is something you will hear every day until you are allowed to leave this place." While he said that he rolled the foreskin back and saw that the penis had no anomalies. Penis is quite long, and is about the size of a twelve year olds. The sac has two healthy testes and big enough to point out that this boy cold become a promiscuous predator once he reaches the puberty. To be followed and measured in the future years. "Turn around now." He followed the spine with his thumb from the neck to the lower back. "Any pain?" "No senhor (sir)" "Good." He found more scars on his back, some looked like stab wounds, others like burns of some sort. "Now, get your butt on this bed here, quick." Cleiton looked at the table on wheels, which was covered with white linen. As he clambered on it, the doctor said: "On your knees and elbows and look toward that poster with our lord on it." He had a nice view on the boys bum at eye level. What a sight. The buttocks were slightly parted and almost revealed a bit of the sphincter. "Put your head down, and bend down a bit more. Think of yourself as a dog and that you are stretching yourself as far as you can, with your tail wagging with joy. Can you do that?" "Yes," senhor (sir), the boy quipped, still with that tremour of fear in his voice. What was the doc up to now?, he thought, but didn't dare utter a word anymore. Wow, the doc smiled, when he saw the anus; some specimen! The latex gloves made his hands sweat. He felt some perspiration running down his face too and his throat dried up. The jar of Vaseline stood under the bed. He had to test the boy's anus and find out if he had ever been abused by anyone. What if he hadn't? Then was he not the abuser by putting a finger up there? The mere act of intruding this orifice with a foreign body, his finger, as a doctor, was that not violating the boy's virginity? Ah, to hell with it, this boy has not yet a clue what people consider virgin. The doctor came round and stood in front of Cleiton, in-between Jesus and him. "Boy, have you ever played doctor with someone?" Cleiton had never heard of plays like that...what did he mean? Nobody played with him in the streets. The other boys just made fun of him and they did the occasional hid and seek, or pick pocket a tourist or two, but no, he was no way near playing games the children who have parents, do. "Well, I am a real doctor, and I am not playing it with you. So, keep looking at our lord and when you feel something you have never felt before and say a prayer to him. OK?" Cleiton eagerly nodded like a little puppy who is going to get a cookie. The doctor dried the sweat of his face with a swipe of his hand. Then he screwed off the lid of the jar, dipped his index finger into it and came out with a huge clot of Vaseline which he held demonstratively in front of Cleiton's precious little arse. The buttocks stood aligned with our saviour's lips. Finally the finger surged forward and entered with no complications into Cleitons' virgin cavity. Instantly he retracted with the finger still inside and said: "ouch". "Ouch? Did you say ouch? Did I hurt you, little maggot?" "No, no, the boy apologetically piped. I am sorry, senhor (sir). I didn't know...I didn't know you were going to put it up there." "Fair enough, boy. I would react in the same, perhaps. After all, I got a very thick finger compared to yours. But don't say another word or I have someone come over, and he would be unforgiving, you see. He is a gaol warden and they have no pity for gaol bait like you. Do you know what gaol bait is?" Cleiton shook his head. "Good." The doctor continued fingering a while and couldn't find or see any lesions. He took the magnifying glass and studied the ridges of the sphincter after he had slid his finger out of it. No, no proof of any sexual contact. This boy was lucky. 90% of all the boys here had been raped at some point in their lives, either outside or in the institution. "OK, then, that's it, get off the table, put your T-shirt and shorts on. The undies remain here, you will soon get another pair. It is quiet late, boy. What were you doing so late by the cathedral, anyways? Waiting to mug someone? Bah, it's midnight now. The warden will show you your dorm and tomorrow we'll see each other again for longer interview." He pressed the bell on his desk and five minutes later a lean young man in his thirties walked in and took the boy to the dorm where he got the real deal. "Now get on your knees, rookie, the second in command ordered. "Open your trap and catch what is coming, you hear? And no noise or comment from you? Understood?" Cleiton, nodded. His mouth was agape while his eyes searched for light, but all he could see was this slender sinewy body standing before him. Rubinho stood firm on the ground, legs wide apart with his cock drooling again. He grabbed Cleiton's angelic blonde curls and drew his head to his cockhead. "Take it" the voice behind instructed. Take it as far as you can..." Rubinho's smile was not noticed by anyone, it was OK, this time. He finally found himself a gorgeous white puppy. He pulled his own foreskin back way behind the helmet and then launched himself into the oral void. Cleiton, gagged, and withdrew violently bursting out in tears. "Nao, nao quero (I don't want)", he sobbed. The second in command yanked his head back by his hair and barked: "Chupe!!! (Suck)" Again he opened his mouth and Rubinho popped in with ease. The boy was quite good, not once did he feel the teeth, but the curls remained in hand of his assistant who yanked ever so often when the mouth was unwilling. "Huhuhuh, Siiiim!!!!!" Rubinho finally hissed and shot a whole load down Cleiton's throat. Cleiton, being a novice, didn't know Rubinho had just had an orgasm and so kept sucking the rod, which Rubinho enjoyed. "Is it sugar?" Rubinho asked. He always asked that of his rape victims. And usually without too much coaching, they always said yes, even though he knew his sperm was all but sugar coated. Rubinho pulled out, and looked around. He knew the boys couldn't wait any longer. So he said: "I am off to sleep, he is all yours." He squirted five jets of semen which ended up against the wall, between his feet and on his belly, when he heard a voice from behind:"Are you OK son?" Instinctively Rubinho looked over his shoulder while the water splashed on his head, and froze while at the same time cupping his hot rod leaking in more of his cum in his cupping hand. He recognized dad standing in the doorway. "Errr, sim pai (yes, dad)." He was nearly caught red handed. Was this dad gonna sneak up on him all the time. What was he after? The water gushed over his body which had now turned him into a marble statue come alive. "Are you sure, son? Breakfast is ready and waiting for you. Look what I got for you. A brand new undies with Superman on it. For you are our Super son , aren't you" Rubinho was so pleasantly surprised an smiled from ear to ear. Droplets running down his hazelnut skin. "Wow, that's neat, dad." "Come, I'll dry you off, son." "I haven't washed my hair yet, dad. Rubinho's dick was still rock hard and didn't know how to face his dad with a hard on. Dad was bent on seeing the boy's secret. He was no fool and knew he had come at the right moment. Dad moved in without a word and shut the door behind him. Mum was still sound asleep. He got hard just by seeing the boy's backside. His boy, his son, his sex toy, he had just bought and taken home. Rubinho, despite having been a bully at FEBEM for the first time in his life got afraid. He had found a master of his own race. His little dick slumped with every step dad made toward him. Dad picked up the bottle of shampoo and poured some of the liquid on the boy's head. "It's a two in one for body and hair," dad said enthusiastically. Rubinho's hair was big like an Amazon forest and dad's finger plunged into it with expertise of a masseur. Rubinho had both his hands over his cock and balls. Dad could see that while standing over the boy'and looking over his frail shoulders. "Shhhhhhhhhhh, my darling son, don't be ashamed. See, when I was your age, I also did it under the shower, and with friends. Turn around and look at me." Rubinho hesitantly turned around and faced a darker complexion with dark brown eyes which had a tinge of cunningness in them. Dad took his hands off the head; the hair was now rinced and perfumed with the water still thudding down on his son. "Now take your hands away and look at what you got. You are a young man with all bells and whistles you need. Show some pride and let stand what stands in all its glory, son. Be a proud young warrior. I am gonna dry you off right away and pamper you. Because I love you, really I do." Rubinho was now more reassured and smiled from cheek to cheek. Dad was now toweling the boy by the hips and was about to rub his front and backside after the kid had stepped out of the shower. What was more was that Rubinho's perfectly shaped penis stood erect in plain sight of dad's eyes. "That's what I call a rise and shine, son!" Dad was still rubbing his bum with the towel while sitting crouched in front the boy's impressive jewelry. His tongue rode his lower lip down to his stubbly chin. Should he go for it and touch that thrilling stalk of youth or wait for a more appropriate moment? Your comments to aihufist@yahoo.com Please donate to Nifty.