Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2012 18:38:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 9 by Aihu Fist Shackled love in Brazil by Aihu Fist Part 9 Dad had purged himself of lust and revenge just by directing and watching his nephew; he turned around; and left without a word to mum or Rubinho, dragging Ronaldinho along. -When is the test taking place, dad? Ronaldinho was heard asking. Gringo's arse hurt so much; yet, he was aching for more. He was free again to move around on all fours. The other boy had heard everything but couldn't do anything. When all was silent, all they could hear were stray dogs howling or barking at the occasional hiker or villager. Did he want to escape? Where to? He was in a forced position, kidnapped by people who shared the same interests with him, but he was not in charge. Hours went by when he felt a kick against his butt. He had fallen asleep and that's how Rubinho found him. -Hey 666, wake up. Rubinho stood there in his shorts, half naked. Gringo was muzzled still and couldn't do anything but obey. Rubinho looked much fiercer and demanding. He lashed the air with his whip and told gringo to turn around and face the wall. -You are a queer gringo?and you are my new pet. Go on, go and lie down on your back with paws in the air. Gringo felt vulnerable enough to do exactly as Rubinho said. Gringo's arsehole exposed for Rubinho to inspect. He tied gringo from all sides first. He lay between four sturdy columns that held up the main beams of the stable. It was as if gringo couldn't care less; more likely he was exhausted form the lack of sleep and abuse of his sexual juices. The whip travelled from his navel to his cock which had woken up as soon gringo had seen Rubinho walking. Let me take this muzzle off so I can enjoy hearing you moan. Dad had organised it well, the stable converted in to a huge slave stable with some gadgets and enough rope to keep four studs more. But more personnel would be needed. The whip was now a centimeter away from the sphincter. Painstakingly the whip's end seemed to count the folds of the anus. Gringo was tied up with feet in the air, while his torso was trapped by his arms spread-eagled and fastened to the wall. The muzzle came off and first thing gringo said: -please, I love you, don't hurt me?I love you; you are the most beautiful kid I have ever seen, more beautiful than Ronaldinho. Look, we can work together in freedom; I will bring you other slaves, for you need someone who can befriend all-American-boys: blond, nice tan, full lips and blue eyes of course. -You forget the cocks and the arses, Rubinho said with a chuckle. I would love to see how another gringo fucks you, or you fuck one. -That's fine by me, Rubinho. -OK. But I am the one who is going to pop your cherry. Rubinho dropped his shorts and moved between the gringo's thighs. -You talk a lot when you shouldn't, gringo. You have to learn to keep your waffle shut when I speak, and pay attention to what your masters say. Don't say a word, you hear? You can moan and scream whatever you like, but don't talk. Rubinho got hard and was proud of it. -You like afro-meat, 666? -Y-Yes, Master, I do. -I like gringo meat, so we are a match for each other. His finger pried at the arsehole. The cock moved because of it and began creeping and rolling to the navel to get erect. Then the ballsac was getting a good kneading. -Are you ready? -Yes, Rubinho, mmh, master. The glans was a pinkish red and turned into a full blown carmine plum, when it pushed the boundaries of gringo's resistance. It was big for his age. Surely, it was 18 centimeters, and four in diameter. But the knob was in already. Gringo's arse was taking another beating in barely a couple of hours. -Tell me that I you will never leave me. Because if you do, I will have you raped by a couple of friends. -I will never leave you, master. Why should I? I have only you, a magnificent boy, as beautiful as a Mandingo warrior. Oooh, master, ooooh. Mmmmh? Rubinho pulled out, looked at his victim squirming with pain and joy. -Remember that everyone likes us here and we command a great deal of respect in the Afro community. If you talk to anyone outside of this barrio, you are dead. Now, shut up and let me finish this. His arse was set in motion, which sent Rubinho off to another planet where he gradually resorted to moaning and groaning. Then not wanting to come in 666's arse, he walked to 666's mouth and said: take this and suck hard. -Aaaiaiaia, caralho, nao morde no meu caralho, porre, veado(Don't bite my cock, damn you fagot). -Gringo had never sucked a fat cock like that and he nearly gagged his way out. -Lick my balls, 666! Then he increased his speed, stood on the tips of his toes and let out a long soft cry when he came. The seed came out in strings on gringo's eyes and lips. -Eat it all? Rubinho got dressed and said: -Hey, we have a deal; tomorrow you and I are going to scout some cuties like you. One is enough, perhaps a dark haired or ginger one? Now get some sleep. Next morning, no one found out that gringo had been ridden by Rubinho, but the latter never found out about his dad breaking in to gringo. -Gringo got a nice breakfast and a shower and then waited for his master to take of the collar off his neck. He got his clothes back and was made to sign a contract with the slave collar still fixed in place. -Now sign this, Rubinho said. The document stated that he owed them a million Reais and if he couldn't pay back, he would work for them until the loan was paid off. -You understand now, that you are ours? -Yes, gringo, said. I have nothing to lose; I have no home or friends left in England. He signed and then resigned to his chair. Rubinho removed the slave collar and said: you look very nice, just like when I first met you. Now let's go and find so real meat as good, if not better than yours. Don't worry about the money; we still got enough from last time you took out of the ATM. Gringo wore long trousers, far too hot for this country where I could easily rise to 35 or 40 degrees Celsius. They took the bus and ended up at the more economical lodge area. Rubinho spotted quite a few in the streets. -There, that one, there, you see? He is alone with a small backpack, doesn't seem to have anyone with him. They followed the traveller for an hour, to see who he spoke to and what he liked to eat or drink. Then the next moment he sat but himself in an empty caf�. Both Rubinho and gringo took a table and sat not too close to the foreigner. -I get hard, just thinking of him and what we can do, Rubinho whispered. -I admit, gringo said a bit jealous, he got a great bum, but he can't be older than twenty. Now the kid started looking over his shoulder and spotted both the boys. -Hey, hello, where are you from? -I live here, gringo said. -Really? -Yep, I was adopted by this boy's family at age 14 when my parent's died in an accident at the Iguazu waterfalls. -Oh, my Gosh. I am sorry to hear this. -Doesn't matter, my dad and mum will come back into another body, gringo added. -Do you believe that, honestly? -Yes, I do, gringo piped. Rubinho was delighted to see that both young men were talking. Under the table, invisible for the other gringo, he began stroking his crotch and fantasising about this young male who was dressed in a spick and span white shirt and black trousers with black shoes and on his back the small black backpack. On the white ironed shirt shone a black tag with a name on it. -Does your little brother speak English? -No, but he is good at other things, like math and ordering people around. -I see. What's your name? -James, 666 lied. -Mine is Josh, nice to meet you. Can I join your table? -'Course you can, gringo said aptly. -Thanks, Josh said when he seated himself. -Let's order a drink, shall we? What do you like? -Oh, two sodas, that's fine for us. -I don't drink alcohol, and you? -No, said the new gringo. I am not allowed by my faith. -Which faith? -Oh, we are the Saints of the latter day church. We have many rules and we come to bring those ignorant people the gospel. They live in sin, you have no idea. -No, we don't, gringo answered. Rubinho asked for an explanation in Portuguese. -Why don't we speak his language, we missionaries speak several. Do you speak any lingo, brother? -Yes, gringo said, I have been long enough here to speak it fluently. -So, there you go. -You are a missionary but you don't look like one. -Oh, but we are known for that, this is our uniform, and he pointed to his trousers and shirt and name tag. Oh, we always wanted to know more about the Mormons. -Really? -Yep. Why don't you come and visit us today? Our mum and dad would love to hear about the gospel. They are very pious people. -Are they all black? He asked in English again. -Yes, why? -Oh, nothing, it is no problem whatsoever. Gringo didn't translate, but no need to worry, Rubinho had all his attention on the missionary's precious bulge and arse. After they had finished their drinks, they tagged along all the way to Rubinho's humble dwelling. Mum and dad had prepared the house, the stable, and medicine for the 'eventual emergency case'. By midday they walked through the door and everyone sat around the table to listen to new stories from a real gringo from the States. The latter radiated happiness and had an answer to all questions the family members put to him. Just as with Johnny, 666, or gringo, this new one didn't mind much playing the slave and an hour later he had his neck in a slave collar, his hands, and feet, pinned to the wall. His ginger hair and freckles on his pale complexion made him absolutely adorable and irresistible. Like a marble sculpture designed by Jef Koons, he stood there in a strange pair of undies. -Why do you wear those old fashioned undies? Rubinho asked him. -They are special and save us from all evil and diabolic wishes in the night, -Really? Rubinho asked jaw dropping. -Yes, boy. -We will have to take them down, I am afraid, gringo. Because slaves at first were kept naked so they could be inspected at any time. -Isn't this going a bit far, boys, ma'm, dad? -No one but Rubinho answered. -This is only the beginning, missionary young man, he continued saying. You have the perfect body for our project. -As he said that, he ripped the undies down, stuck a knife in the pouch and then cut them up in shreds. Now he stood naked in front of everyone. Mum smiled, dad grinned from ear to ear, 666 swooned with the unfolding of the event and Rubinho had his paws on the missionairy's cock already. -Where is Ronaldinho? Rubinho asked his dad. -He is taking a nap, leave him; he will see this boy later. -The new victim wanted to buck and withdraw from every touch Rubinho attempted. -Dad, he doesn't get hard. -It could be fear, boy, or maybe just what we need. Then we need a female of course. Try again; one has to be sure there's no mistake in this. Josh was repulsed by what the men and boy did to him such as the poking at his arsehole, the holding of his ballsac, and jerking at his flimsy pubic hair. He spat at Rubinho, which angered his parents. -Love your enemy, is that not what they teach you, Josh? -God hates fags, and I ain't one. Leave me alone. -You will never be much alone, I am afraid, Rubinho said to him. Let me milk you and you will enjoy, and scream it out when you shoot. Josh turned his face to the other side and winced in disgust when Rubinho finally, in everyone's presence, gobbled up Josh's cock while playing with his balls. The sucking made a lot of noise and each and every one took off their clothes and felt themselves up. Mom had the fingers deep in her vulva, dad wanked feverishly, and 666 did the same. Of course 666 had his eyes glued on Rubinho rather than on Josh. It was a strange scene, indeed. He managed to get the missionary hard, but not for long. As soon as he stopped sucking the cock went limp again. -Well, I don't know dad, but what if we took him from behind, right now. Then we don't have to think about it anymore. He is quite a queer bloke. Getting hard and yet he hates fags. -You got a point, son. We will teach those sons of Christian bitches a lesson. How could a religion like that ever accept, justify, and collaborate with the slave trade, all those centuries long? He picked up his rifle and said to the Mormon: -Rubinho, turn him around, with his butt our side. Rubinho led the young one to face the wall and stand spread-eagled, however tied up well enough not to move an inch. Dad walked over to Josh and grabbed with one hand both buttocks and squeezed hard enough to make the kid yelp. -Good, you are going to enjoy the ride. You have a real nice pussy hidden there in that tight Christian crevice, haven't you? The young preacher didn't answer, he feared for his life. -Touch my dick, kid, dad ordered. He didn't, so dad whisked the boy's hand away and made him hold his balls. -Puxe, that feels good, kid. Now pull your butt cheeks wide open, so I can say hello to whoever lives in you. Maybe I can say hello to the lord in your temple. Because you guys talk a lot about your bodies being temples, don't you? -Yes, Josh muttered. -I am ready, are you? He shook his head, but dad went in anyway. As he dug himself in, Josh retracted slamming his belly against the wall. -Stay put, dammit, how else will you learn? Another stab, one more and then a long sigh came over the boy's lips. That got dad excited. As if he wanted to prove that he was a gay kid. He pounced that butt so fast, that he started sweating from top to toe. -Mmmmmyaaaaaaa, dammit, you can come out of the closet when you want to, kid, but no lies. Are you gay? -I don't know, I thought I was when I was ten, he muttered, but now I like both. -Continue talking, while I take your cherry. Do you feel this stab, boy? Do you? Josh screamed: -Yeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! -Good, that's it; you're no virgin anymore, boy. Let me give you a long kiss in the neck. Dad, sucked long and hard until he let go and reddish spot remained. While he sucked some more, he shoved his cock in deeper, but slower, as if he needed to pace himself to get to the craved orgasm. A huge slap on his right buttock with a black hand as big as a spade, he terminated the rape of this missionairy, next he wiped his dick dry on the kid's arse and turned around to join the family. -Dad said: He is probably bisexual, because he enjoys the best of both worlds. That's fine with me; I can live with that. Any comments to: Aihufist@yahoo.com And don't forget to donate to Nifty. There are no subsidies to keep this library going?and writers put the stories up for free.