Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2012 17:27:58 -0800 (PST) From: Aihu Fist Subject: Re: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 14 by Aihu Fist SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL part 14 By Aihu Fist The touch of lips on his buttocks seemed to have an effect on Jay's virility. He bit his lips harder as Rubinho continued showering kisses on his behind. Dad had one hand cupping the balls while his other hand unzipped his fly and produced a long fine son of a gun cock, dark and veined as the devil's own. In dismay, Jay turned his face away form so much male horny flesh. However, he couldn't ignore too much of what was going on; he felt a finger creeping up his immaculate hole. He winced as Rubinho's thin finger was much too eager to move in fast. His nail had hurt him in the soft inner tissue. An instant reaction to the first invasion, came from the sphincter which closed the star gate rather clumsily, like a door that can't go shut because somebody put his foot in it. But contrary to a foot that might get hurt by a slamming door, Rubinho's finger wasn't sore. The finger remained in place for a second and then pushed in deeper, rotating and drilling. 666 saw that he needed more of that Brazilian Mary Jane. -Take a deep drag, Jay. Jay did as he was told and thus inhaled deeply, hence, minutes later he started to relax, and his angry expression on his face vanished like fog for the sun. In point of fact, this boy began to moan softly. Dad had started milking him, by pulling that young foreskin hard and making it taut. He kept it a minute between index-finger and thumb and pressed hard on it. Jay closed his eyes and Rubinho moved in his second and third finger. Mixed with his own saliva, he had a good go at this tight arsehole, he thought. Dad edged in, caught the scrotum in one hand and rolled the balls in the palm of his hand. Dad's huge phallus let out a long winding thread of pre-cum, as thin as a spider's cobweb. He pulled the boy close to him and squeezed his eager penis between the boy's inner thighs. The boy's sighs increased when dad turned up the speed of moving in an out the invisible causeway, which he had created in mid-air. He brushed against the bottom of Jay's nut sack and thus caressed the so sensitive perineum. Rubinho on the other hand saw dad's unveiled pink knob popping in and out of the foreskin, touching his own three fingers which were still docked in the arsehole. They looked at each other, each mast at an angle ready to take off to the moon. From the corner of his left eye, dad saw 666 pre-cumming in the thin silky undies. -Go ahead, 666, I can see you are yearning for it. You have my permission. 666, didn't have to be told twice. He lunged forward and stuck his lips on Jay's, and interlocked his love starved tongue with this teenage tongue. To his surprise, Jay did not refuse one bit. The warm saliva of 666's moistened Jay's soft muscle like no other. Jay just let things go its course, sedated as he was, and experiencing a warm kiss for the first time in his life. He had yearned for such a kiss since his 12th birthday. Girls had left him cold, however he never thought of kissing a boy. At one point he started thinking he was asexual, having been brought up with the idea that sex with boys or men was the vilest thing in the world, and that he would burn in hell, if ever he thought about it. Dad enjoyed the rhythm of poking and splitting the warm inner sides, touching Rubinho's fingering digits and rubbing into his own pre-cum. 666 still French kissing Jay, got hard as well. Dad got hold of his and Jay's cock, and jerked off both while still plowing below the nutsack. Next, he bent his head and lapped 666's neck with a passion that would thaw an iceberg. But Jay got tired, his legs felt floppy, his knees trembling, and his throat was parched. The drug had an effect he couldn't handle too well. -Stop, dad said. This boy is ready for a hump in the straw. It is Rubinho who will ride him. 666 was ordered to relieve the boy of his shackles. -What, wha, wha's happening, Jay stammered, getting into a comatose state, so it seemed. However, still quite happy to be touched by all. -Don't worry, Jay 666 said. We are going to take care of you. You will enjoy this ride. -Which rrriddee? -Let's play doggie? -OK, Jay piped, not knowing what he consented to. -Well, 666, you will be doggy too, Rubinho said. As it was, 666 had to stay on all fours as well, and Jay would be on all fours over 666's back, laterally, so both would form a cross. Rubinho would fuck Jay and dad would fuck 666, simultaneously. That was quite innovative an idea. 666, was allowed to take a few drags of another spliff, which dad had prepared. Jay, smiled an imbecile smile, dazed and dopey he was positioned over 666's strong white back, his arms dangling, his fingers touching the straw on the floor. His bum, white as snow, marked a sharp contrast with his bronzed torso, just above the crack and the pelvis, and his equally bronzed calves. It worked like the red manta on a bull's eye. But there was a bull's eye smack in the middle winking at Rubinho who was highly agitated and impatient to ride this one, to plant his spear in it. Jay was not. 666's butt rose was tightening up because of anxiety. It did not anticipate daddy's bone hard spear or its jabs. After five drags of another fag, 666 said: -I am ready dad. Dad had his jeans down to his knees, and Rubinho too, had dropped his own briefs, and trousers. Naked as a newborn, Rubinho glowed with an adult lust. His arsecheeks gleamed and they shone like a polished black onyx. -Who will shoot first, boy? Dad asked. -Why not fuck as long as we can last, dad? Rubinho suggested. Let's enjoy this ride, shall we? -You are right, son, let's try to last on top in this rodeo. -One-two-three?now! Dad counted down. He stabbed 666's gate, and Rubinho did his countdown. His well wetted torpedo surged steadfast into Jay's interior, and dad felt the warm embrace of a moist extended cavity he didn't want to leave for some time. Jay, hung well over 666's broad back, glued with his chest to a sweaty British back. Quite incestuous if you think of it. The colonizer and the colonized were feeling one like Siamese twins. Jay, totally subdued, allowed Rubinho to possess him, rut and sow his juice in him. Rubinho parted the baby-like white globes and surged forward. He went mad with pleasure every time when he clashed his pelvis against the soft cushioned hamstrings of this young Mormon. Jay, loved the sound of the skin to skin colliding. The trickle of sweat that trickled down his crack, and sopping sound his tummy made against 666's ribs. Dad went in all the way, in one dive, and 666 didn't make a sound. His penis was taken care of by a left fist, while the right hand was jerking of Jay's. Dad slammed his cock harder as if he was nailing 666 with a long spike. Slowly 666 started to open up and adapt to the push and shove, the stabs of hard flesh, the callused had around his hardened ever swelling 'pau'. Dad gutted him, poked, and ventured out farther and farther in his untouched rectum. -Ouch, 666 said, oh, oh, it hurts, dad, it hurts. -Bom, eu gusto cuando vc fala da dor nas suas entranhas?(good, I like it when you feel pain in your bowels)?meu gatinho (my pussycat)?dad moaned and stabbed some more, ever so fast. Rubinho and dad played the chain reaction. Rubinho pushed and the dad pushed, so they never collided in rhythm. Jay and 666 were both enjoying their riders with some bearable pain. Bearable because sedated enough. -How are you son? -Nearly there, dad?what about you? -I am only starting, son. I hate to tell ya, but 666 is a real tight arse, probably tighter than that bedfellow you are humping. But Jay and 666 were too far away in their heads, to even want to follow what dad and son were up too, until dad was the first to shudder and to explode, in 666's temple. A few more collisions of heated flesh and tendons, and the orgasm sent shockwaves to his brain and underbelly. Convulsing, retracting half way, and trying to forge unison of vibes between him and 666, was to no avail. Dad had to admit that he was defeated by his adopted son in the race of friggin' those white arses. Oh, Rubinho, had he been white, his head would have been a full blown red, so much of the effort he put in to tame his sex toy. Jay, was still hanging like lame over Jay, waking up now and them with a snort or huff. His arse was ripe for broader pistons. -Maybe, we can swap our horses sometime tomorrow, son? Rubinho wasn't exactly interested to leave his prize animal to his adoptive dad, afraid that he would ruin it. However, Rubinho being who he was, also wanted to won 666, and fuck him before Ronaldinho got his paws on him. As he thought of 666, he got harder again and suddenly had no control over his Negro rod and shot a thousand sparks, flying off in all directions of that slimy rectum. He dug his nails, which were razor-sharp, as he hadn't cut them for ages, deep into the white buns which made Jay scream in agony. That must have jolted him out his dormant mindscape. Rubinho all relieved and smiling from ear to ear, took over from his dad's hand wanking Jay. Dad had his own fist still squeezing and jerking off 666 too. No words were needed. They both competed now in making their slaves squirt as far as they could. 666 shot 6 salvos earlier than Jay, who took much longer to release his cum. But when he did, he shot more and farther than 666. Rubinho won, and dad agreed to letting him keep Jay as his personal slave. 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