Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2013 19:30:18 -0800 (PST) From: Aihu Fist Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 17 by Aihu Fist Shackled love in Brazil part 17 by Aihu Fist At dawn it was decided unanimously that 668 had to be milked for knowledge. Ronaldinho was ready and quite excited to suck a new teacher, full of knowledge. - Oh my god, this one is even bigger, the boys, Ronaldinho and Rubinho, whispered while touching it in awe. However, 666's is bigger in girth, they agreed. -Will it be different knowledge dad? -Sure son, take it from me, this white stud has all potential to take you to the sky. -He is gorgeous dad, isn't he? -Mmmm Ronaldinho took his time and having sucked cock for two weeks was quite a feat for a 12 year old. The slave shuddered with each and every caress. -His butt is hairless, dad, so are his balls, and his arsehole. His cock some but too much; I got in in my mouth all the time, it is gross, dad. The boy took in the long shaft with eagerness and with less fear of the unknown, and glad that his jaws didn't tire. Long hauls and pauses with a shlong in his mouth, made the slave twitch like a nervous wreck. The boy had crammed 3 fingers in his virgin hole and he was definitely bent on getting pleasure while sucking out the juice like a leech. 668 whimpered, moaned, groaned, convulsed, cramped up at times, clenched his fists, puffed his chest, stomped his feet, but in the end he had to release what he had. A powerful blast went up from his loins down the gullible gullet of the youth who swallowed it all in good faith. Dad poked in the slave's hole with the whip, and then he used his thumb on the rosette. -You too are a virgin, but not for long dear. I must break you too and in. You sure are good at moaning like a soggy bitch. We'll treat you accordingly. Rubinho, who was good at arts, had recently started designing appliances which they could use to improve the control and domestication over their slaves. One such thing was a chastity belt, to which a gigantic pacifier could be attached. Dad was a good sculptor, with a great imagination when it came down to creating new stuff. He used to make figurines out of soap bars, which Ana knew how to produce. Soap was made from pig fat and was utterly organic. They let it dry in the sun until it became solid. The anus pacifiers, as dad had baptized them, were designed by Rubinho. On paper they came in different shapes like fish, swords, carrots, eggplants, roots, aubergines, cucumbers, or daggers. As he was sketching away, he told Rubinho: -We don't have enough slaves, Ronaldinho needs more knowledge before the year is over. Has he gotten any smarter since he's been sucking those two dicks? -No, dad. -Have you seen any other gringos around? -Yes, this morning, as a matter of fact. I have seen at least another cruising through town on city bikes. Six of them and they always look so innocent, easy to fool, dad. -Just what we need, dad smacked with his lips. -Yep, dad, for sure. I think they're Yankees, and believe me, they are so dumb. -Ok, Rubinho you find them, tell them about the slave quarters and lure them over here. First you go to the chemist and buy a dozen Rohypnol pills and Viagra. Half a dozen young adults are too much too handle, but if we can drug them before they take off their clothes and get them into the shackles, we have won the first battle. They will get drowsy and sleep quickly. In the morning they will have their pacifiers and anus pacifiers installed and wake up in chains. However, we give three pills each to the two slaves, and have them sleep on the shelf above the quarters in the hay. We tie them to the wall there. In addition, and foremost importance is the information you can get of them. Find out who they are with, where they live, who do they know, and how often they are in touch with their families back home. We have a week, try to gain their trust, you must offer your services as a guide for free, and tell them that the slave quarters are not yet part of any official tours, and that the experience is unique. In the mean time I will paint a few museum boards and signs with information about the history of our place, so it looks like the real thing. They must pay five dollar entrance, but for groups we have a special discount if they agree to lock themselves into the shackles. They'll get a picture for home to put on Facebook. I am sure most of those religious baby faced gringos will go for it. Especially, in group they will always want to show off and compete with one another. How old are they, anyway? -I'd say between 18 and 22. -Not really old enough to be wise, we'd better had those pedophile tourists in Recife and Maceio locked in chains. However, the trouble is that many of them come for little girls and not for history or boys like you, dad said. While knowledge sucking with the two slaves continued, and the ATM sucking had doubled in revenues, Dad really got ever so excited about the gringos I had talked about. -They are weird, sir. They look like college boys, in neat trousers, shoes and shirts and always wear bicycle helmets and cruise in pairs. -Maybe they are part of a religious sect, dad said. Anyway, doesn't matter. What matters is if they got something in their head and most importantly in their nuts? I'll see you around. Rubinho walked on the beach and it wasn't too difficult to spot tourists among the black population. The black Bahianos usually wore shorts, known as Bermudas, just above the knee, but Europeans were easily singled out. They stood out as a sore thumb among Brazilian machos. They came in those funny swimming trunks. The fabric was very elastic and it said Speedo. After one kilometer of scouting he found the six gringos sun bathing on a beach bed. Some lay on their backs and some on their tummies; all very young, with flat stomachs. Some he'd seen were well endowed with a bush of hair, while others sported an erection or a huge bulge while doing nothing. Maybe they were thinking of a chick. One of them spotted him and cast him a broad smile and a wink. -Hey you, come here! Rubinho didn't hesitate, and hopped like a little boy to the see the young man. -Hi, do you speak English? -Yes, a little. -Good. What's your name? -Rubinho -Ah, nice, you live here? -Of course. -How old are you? -Thirteen. -Really, wow you look like you're only nine. No offence, though. -My name is Mark; he said, and reached out with his hand to Rubinho. Nice to meet you, he said and. The latter shook hands and repeated the greeting. Rubinho was bare-chested and wore his tattered Bermudas. -Mark still had his hand in his and looked piercingly into his eyes. He seemed intent on saying something more, but then gazed back at his friends, some of whom had turned or lifted their heads to see who he was talking to. -Hi, they all said. He couldn't see their eyes, most of them wore shades. Rubinho saw a range of bums and bulges. While he was looking he didn't see that Mark was looking at his crotch. Mark then put his hand on his knee and asked. -Do you know anything interesting we could see or visit, because we are quite bored? -I can show you around every day for a few dollar and some free meals and drinks, Rubinho said. -That sounds reasonable and interesting. Each a dollar and we see all of it. -I can pick you up tomorrow and I show you what there is to see on a map. -Great, what time? -8 am? -Deal, mate, Mark said. The others agreed too and just smiled.