Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2012 09:35:07 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: Shackled Love in Brazil part 8 Shackled Love in Brazil by Aihu Fist Part 8 -Good son. Good, you are learning fast, don't open your eyes. Now, it will come. Hold on boy, a little more, I will help you a bit and so will your cousin. Don't be afraid, Rubinho will hold your head from the back and I will push this beast from his rear end to speed up the course of sucking. Gringo was now mouth fucking that kid at double speed. Dad pushed gringo real hard forward while rubbing my arse cheeks vigourously. The boy's finger got stuck real deep and touched his prostate several times. He wasn't gagging or sucking however, he just held his lips steady and mouth open. Gringo just flushed in and out and then? then the second gringo unloaded his semen into the boy's throat, the latter had the reflex of wanting to withdraw, but Rubinho pushed his head back on the man's knob with such ferocity that Ronaldinho got tears in his eyes from it. -Mmmh, gringo groaned, and fired, one, two, three, four, and five salvos over his white teeth and on his pink little tongue. -Swallow, fast boy, don't miss a drop of it, it is all too sacred, dad yelled, as if his life depended on it. Go ahead son, you just turned twelve today, I want to see you act like a young lad who must receive wisdom from this beastly slave. He is a prime quality slave with knowledge and money in the bank. We'll milk his bank and his wisdom pole, until you can pass on the knowledge to others. With so much screaming and talking, it was a wonder at all that the boy kept sucking, and that gringo remained hard. It said much for the want and need for a boy, gringo had, and the desire of the boy to become a man. Ronaldino shut his eyes tight behind his blindfold, and grabbed the gringo scrotum with all his might, nearly crunching the seedballs, and gobbled it all up. At last, the blindfold was taken off his eyes, but the gringo cock was still throbbing, sticking out like a flagpole, and wagging from right to left, punching holes in the air while leaking a fine thread of silk semen. Father and Rubinho kissed Ronaldinho on both cheeks and mouth and clapped their hands. -Look at this slimy beast, do you like it? Rubinho asked. -Look, dad, Rubinho said to his dad, pointing to his cousin, whose lips were oozing with semen. -I know boy, yes, Ronaldinho has proved to be a worthy match for an African youth, and has just entered manhood, while still standing at the threshold of it. -Look at your white beast, master of knowledge; look at his fountain of wisdom, and power of creation. Wouldn't you want to be like 666? -Yessss, Ronaldinho hissed. Will I be as big as him, one day? -Bigger, son, much bigger. By the time you are his age, your tower will tower above his in length and girth. We Africans are tall, strong and built with the best lollypops in the world. You have just emptied that gigantic white lollypop, and since it has continued to spawn more knowledge in the form of white stickiness which is stored in his eggs in his sac. Now, let's go and have a bite and some rest, because in a few hours we come back to continue for more knowledge. That's what our Angolan ancestors told us to do in the sacred forest, which I told you about this morning. Long before we had this slave, I passed on the knowledge, in the same manner our ancestors did, to Rubinho. Rubinho bat his eyelids as if he was ashamed that his cousin found out about it in public. Dad saw that, and patted him on the back, saying: no need to be ashamed; instead be proud of it. You are a man catcher with lots of knowledge, and now it is time for your cousin to be educated by you and 666, and if he wishes by me too. -You, 666, sit down and wait until we come back, dad ordered. Fetch him a cup of water Rubinho. He must be thirsty and get him a few bananas. He needs to be working all day, remember. And so they went, and gringo sat himself in the straw, bare arsed, with a flaccid penis, a kg of bananas on a plate, and a cup of warm water. -If you work hard enough you'll get some orange juice and a coffee, Rubinho said. A few hours later they came back to the crime scene. Gringo had dozed off and was lying on the straw. Dad kicked his butt and told gringo to get up now and move to the corner. -Open your mouth and swallow this, he snapped. Tiny little pills were dropped on his tongue, and another blue diamond pill followed suit. An instant surge of energy rushed through his veins, a sensation which he had never felt before. His mind shone brighter and he felt he could take on the world. Dad left and came back with Ronaldinho; although, Rubinho wasn't present. -Go on son, you know what to do, don't you? The boy smiled wickedly and grabbed my cock this time more decisively. Dad got behind me and rubbed his crotch against my crack. That heated me up. I pushed my but back every time the young boy licked the head of my cock. That's exactly what Dad wanted; I ended up making him hot by withdrawing instinctively from the lick and moving backward with my butt. He pursed his lips and kissed the piss hole, then drooled over it and licked again. -Go on son, he is ready again, but are you? -Yes, dad, I am. It had taken only fifteen minutes, but gringo only shot half of his `knowledge'. Every hour they took a break and he remained high on pills, always ready to give. The boy learned the trade fast and loved it so much, gringo begged him to give all he got. Rubinho, gringo understood, had gone to the bank for every session he had with his cousin Ronaldinho. Gringo was blackmailed into giving him his pin code. At the end of the day he had no choice but to resign to his fate. Mum had made it possible that the vintage shackles got replaced by leather wristbands, a leather collar, but there was no way he could get out of those. Comments to: Aihufist@yahoo.com