Date: Sun, 9 Dec 2012 09:37:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 15 by Aihu Fist

SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL part 15

As the days wore on, Jay, now known as 668-the other Mormon boy was 667-
had not yet gotten used to the daily and nightly inspection, which for
Rubinho meant taking care of his private stud: washing him, grooming him,
and finally ride him whenever he set his heart or dick on Jay. For some
reason unknown, 667 had been largely ignored since the time he had been
captured; it seemed they had another purpose for him.

No one had an idea of how many days had passed since their capture. No
calendar, no clock to check the time with. 668 was yet not allowed to amble
around without chain or shackles. He was not to be trusted. Rebellious,
recalcitrant, and ever protesting a slave he was. His anger did not subside
and he still cherished the idea of an escape, like any captive would for
sure, and that included 666. The latter was only buying time and hoping to
have gained enough of his captors trust to let them believe that he was
loyal and happy having sex with minors like Rubinho and
Ronaldinho. However, 666 was not allowed to fuck the boys...it was the
other way round only.

At night the barn was locked, he had nowhere to go, and he knew that any
time, Rubinho, dad, or mum, could sneak into the barn and use him. Now that
they were three of them, he thought of how they could escape together...But
his thoughts quickly turned to Josh. He just lay there, half
drugged...bareback.

I need this fuck; I need a damn fuck...but whom of the two, he thought.

Jay was locked to the wall at the other end, but he might put up a fight,
and wake up the family. He didn't want that, although he would have loved a
little battle with the young stud. Look at him there, collar around the
neck, on his tummy, and spread eagled in the fresh hay. What an invite...I
am sure they leave me unchained so that I can have a go at both of them.

Then he looked at Josh, the ginger head, the freckles, so cute and
beckoning, lying on his side with his buttocks facing Johnny. Johnny's
mouth got cork dry; a result of anticipating a good night of sex...so, why
not have them both? He could handle that, Johnny was definitely stronger
than those Christian boys.

He crept up close on his knees, stealthily like a wild cat, and blew some
hot air from his mouth on Josh's ear. No reaction...he pinched him a little
in the upper arm...but no reaction. Johnny's index finger ran softly over
the clearly visible spine all the way to his lower back. There he stopped a
trifle...Josh was soundly drugged, he knew, he could tell. He could do
whatever he wished with this boy, heck, he had been fucked already by dad,
so what was the issue here? One more fuck more...who'd, who'd know?

Johnny continued his finger's itinerary, passing in-between two beautiful
dimples and descended a curve so well known to boy lovers, straight to the
threshold of one's virginity. A soft push turned Josh onto his tummy and
spread his wings. The chain was long enough to have his feet out of the
way, and the chain that tied the hands lay in front of Josh's head.

Johnny sat on his knees lubricating his own shaft and helmet which he
feverishly but meticulously planted in the moistened anus.

-Forgive me Josh, but I need this, so you don't worry, you won't feel a
thing, he whispered in his ear. The first dig was right on target, the boy
was super tight despite dad's deflowering. But there was no resistance. Up
and down he moved, pumping and drilling, flesh into flesh, fast getting
into an ecstasy, which by far surpassed all of his previous onanic
experiences. The slapping of his balls against the buns of this young man
drove him nuts. He was perspiring so much at the loins that it made Josh's
bum gleam like a full moon. The rhythm of digging and rutting got wilder
and uncontrollably savage...He had Josh by the shoulders and pinned him
down in the hay, nearly smothering the young wretch. However to Johnny, the
body he skewered beneath him had become merely a doll of flesh and blood,
which he sought to ravage, possess, and abuse for his own lewd
satisfaction.

-You are min Josh, you are mine, he hissed in his other ear. You hear? I
will take you and Jay, for as long as you are here with me. I am the boss,
here; I fuck you until cock sees the other end of your anus. Yeah, yeah!!!

He grabbed the boy's hair and yanked the head up from the hay and then that
moment he shot the volleys so long pent up in his heavy balls. Millions of
sperm cells sought their way out and way in into a new body. He convulsed
gritting his teeth, not wanting to let go...But the last drop oozed in
there, in that dark cavity and his mind was already on Jay's.

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