Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 18:26:52 -0700 From: Aihu Fist Subject: Shackled Love in Brazil THE END Shackled Love in Brazil THE END by Aihu Fist "Rubinho!" "What?" "Come over here, for fuck's sake. Get the manacles off me and free my feet, or have you never given it a thought?" Rubinho,looked as if he had second thoughts about it and slowly pulled his boner out of his victim's arse, who was not aware he had been fucked. The ginger head had been equally oblivious to it. "Where are the keys?" "In my dad's office." "Then go and get them! On the double! Oh, while you are at it, bring my clothes and bank card back too!" Rubinho ran out of the barn, naked, and tiptoed into the office where he opened each and every drawer of the desk. "Bingo; he found keys, MasterCard, a stash of greenbacks and stumbled upon a photo album with pictures of the Mormons in an Indian village. That was interesting. One of them, who he clearly remembered, was being fucked by an Indian who wore a mighty feather headdress. Most of them were tied up, hands on the back. Other pictures of white slaves working on hemp fields, stark naked, sunburnt. Then a few little Indian boys having their willies in the boys' mouths. Oh, my god, Rubinho got hard. He ripped out a few from the album and ran to his room where he jumped into his ball squeezers in which he hid the photos and the money. Gringo's clothes were lying in a cardboard box in his bedroom. He picked up his underwear, smelt it for the last time, and then ran with all of it back to the barn. It was only 3am. and Dad and Mum were still sound asleep., Rubinho loved his tight fitting lycra shorts which mum had bought him for his birthday. That's all he'd ever had in this house, apart from the exciting sex with the slaves, of course. Glad to get away from his perverted `parents' with whom he had practised forced fellatios and sixty-nines.Back in the barn, and as soon as he had Gringo released from the slave shackles, he was in for quite a shock. The former slave grabbed Rubinho by the arm, pulled him over to look him deep into the eyes. In a flick of second Rubinho's head sat squeezed and locked between the young man's strong hands. They felt like wrenches around his ears. Gringo's face inched in and it looked like he was going to French-kiss him. However, instead, Rubinho had his nose nearly bitten off. "Ouuuuuuch!," he screamed. A tear of blood oozed from the fold of his left nostril. "Why did you do that?" He yelled at Gringo. "That is what wolves do, or at least what an alpha male does."
"What is an alpha male thing?" Rubinho whimpered, while rubbing his sore nose. "You are not a wolf and nor am I, are you mad?" "An alpha male is the leader of a pack of animals. This means I am in charge from now on and if you ever step out of line, I will have something in store for you worse than a biting your nose. I fancied the idea to manacle you and leave you behind with the other slaves for I am sure Dad would love the site of it. But I fancy your cute gangster face and tight street whore butthole so much that I would be stupid to abandon you to that old man and woman. Your body deserves such better and I would be starved of it" 
Rubinho, was flattered, rubbed his nose for the last time and replied: "I like your butt too and I think your huge cock is the best I had in my life." Gringo was visibly flattered too, when he heard that from the mouth of a pro, who knew what he was talking about. "Well then, maybe it is time to get our arses out of here. have you though of a getaway since we have been fucking the wretches here?" "Dad, has a car, a station car." "Really?" "Yes, and the keys are in the car." "Wow, amazing." Gringo said while he was getting dressed. He ran his fingers through his blonde locks and moistened his ruby lips with the tip of his tongue. "It is just behind the house; we could take the Mormons all the way with us, could we not?" "No way, Gringo replied. "We leave them here. They would talk about us to the cops and inform the world. Leave them to dad. The poor bugger would we be deprived of his livestock." "We could drive away and go and `steal' you cousin Ronaldinho instead:" "I thought you favoured me over him?" Rubinho quipped jealously. "I do, but for dessert I would not mind a moment with the cheeky little bugger. After all he has already tasted my teacher's semen. His grotto is still a mystery to me. Only then he would turn into a real man."
Rubinho said nothing. "C'mone, Ruby...let's run for the car and speed away from this hell hole." "I can drive too, you know." "Can you?" Gringo chuckled. "Well, let me watch your driving skills then, black Bunny. Rubinho had the car talking in seconds and without head lights on he eased the vehicle through the wooden gate onto the dirt road. No lights were seen, no one in the area, knew or had ever known of a Gringo's or a Mormon's existence, but this lad behind the wheel, Dad and Mum, and of course Gringo and the slaves themselves. After a few hours, Rubinho got tired and took the backseat. Gringo drove and drove until the break of dawn. He did not know exactly where they were going. The full moon was their only witness and her light sure was a welcome gift at the time. They were heading West, without so much of a map. The only thing they did was following a dirt road and by the time the sun was up he realised they had left the coast a long way behind. Now he saw lakes and green rolling hills. They were still in the State of Bahia, heading toward Mato Grosso, which was known in as the green hell for so much was still covered with jungle and hostile tribes. Rubinho woke up and asked: "Where are you going, Gringo?" "Dunno, just getting away as far as possible from your dad's clutches. where is your cousin's house?"
"Oh, man, we have passed it ages ago!" "Do not say that, Ruby, c'mone, you know how I wanted that kiddo." "Well, than we have to turn round because I think we are on our way leaving the State." "Shit...I am hungry, let's park here." "Where do we find food?" "I don't know, I have never been here. I don't see a living soul around here, do you?" "You have any money on you?" Rubinho dug into his pockets and waved a wad of dollar bills in the air. "All I could find in dad's office. "Haha, you are great, Ruby! You are so clever and streetwise. I was actually checking you out, because I still got my bankcard in my jeans too." "Not so clever though, because I put your card there. So what do we do if we find no grocery store, then what are we to do with dinheiro?" "I can always eat you and you me (in Brazil, eating someone is sexual slang for fucking someone)," Rubinho piped. "The petrol and oil won't last, I guess. At some point we should find a petrol station, should we not?" Rubinho bit his lip. "I should have thought of taking food before we left. So, I was not that clever."
"We can also wait here until someone else shows up...like a bus going to Porto Seguro or Cuiaba in Mato Grosso."
"That is a terrific idea, Gringo. There will be passengers we could get something from to eat." "In the mean time I could suck you off, Ruby. It would help us to forget about food for a while." They got out of the car as it was getting hotter and looked for some shelter under a mango tree.
"We will hear the cars way long before they see us. So, no need to be shy, boy." Gringo's hands pulled at Rubinho's spandex shorts and pulled them down. His head went straight over the young lad's pecker which was hard with anticipation. 
"He gave the stalk a thorough saliva bath, with the occasional flick of the tongue whipping around the helmet. Soon, Rubinho was moaning away and it got worse when Gringo's finger found the way to a moist cavity not far from the tiny and smooth bag of nuts. "Turn onto your tummy, Ruby...I cannot hold back so much...I want to come in you." "I want to come in your mouth first, Gringo." " I am in charge, remember?"
"OK, OK. Alpha;" Rubinho muttered, slightly annoyed about not having it his way. The spectacle of the severed fleshy globe, glistening with perspiration, was something Gringo had been dreaming of. It looked so much more attractive then when he saw it last night in full moon light. "I am moving in, Ruby, relax those butt muscles now..." He pulled his English foreskin back and out came a peach coloured snout with a trickle of sperm that looked like morning dew. A long line of spit descended straight into Ruby's crack which was wedged by only a thumb and an index finger. Gringo's jeans hung just below his own buttocks and so did his jocks. When that glans began skidding along in a touch and go movement, Gringo knew he had give free rein to spasms and pangs in his underbelly. The snout dug in with a well aimed maiden shot. The folds of the sphincter broadened and gave way to the white man's spearhead, whose jubilant scream was only heard within the anal boundaries. With every push the foreskin rolled back and forth until it turned red like a healthy lobster. On and on he dug in and retreated, the javelin had full support of the canon balls flying and bouncing...Rubinho only sighed, whimpered, and moaned, a sound which Gringo adored. 

"Moan, my little bitch, come on, let go of your deepest boy sounds. Yelp, growl, whine, sneer or cry, so I know what an excellent Alpha breeder I am." His ball sack caressed each and every pore of this little arse which had become his. It was so much better than biting his nose off. By now, the shaft was all in to the root. How Gringo wished he could curl and scrape the boy's innards. he seems to want to disappear in the boy, become one forever. It was so soft and warm inside. He stopped for a while and reposed his chest, which was heaving, on Rubinho's backbone. "Are you tired, or have you come already, Gringo?" "No, Ruby...I just like it when your arse ring squeezes the hell out of my spear."
As he said that he picked up the poking, retreat, advance, retreat and advance. "I am nearly there, boy, before long my dick might want to exit from your mouth."
"Oh, no, Ruby said. "Please don't do this, please?" He actually believed it was possible. Wham and wham, wham, and ...Gringo shuddered, cramped up, one more push and shove, and all white tadpoles raced ferociously toward to find an egg. But the only eggs in the vicinity were the ones they were bred in. In the distance they heard the grinding of wheels. "Dammit, a bus...quick, get dressed," Gringo yelled at Rubinho. "Quickly, go and stand by the car, and put your angelic boy face on. They must stop and help us."