Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2013 14:09:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 18 by Aihu Fist

Shackled love in Brazil part 18
by Aihu Fist

Rubinho went to see them every day and they were impressed. Indeed, Rubinho
knew every nook and cranny of the old parts of the city; on top of it he
got some commission in handicraft shops. One week had gone by nearly and he
had prepared them for the big surprise as he had called it. He had told
them that he himself with his father and mother tried to run this authentic
museum of slave quarters. Dad and his mom had gathered photographs of
slaves and framed them and hung them on the walls in the barn. It looked
impressive and professional as much as any other venue for tourists. Each
of them carried a little knapsack with mineral water, some food toilet
paper, sunscreen, sunglasses, mosquito lotion, and a guide book. They were
so pleased to hear they were the first ones to visit this place and that it
wasn't published in a guidebook, yet.

Mum had the pills at the ready; the 666, 667, and 668 were tied up in the
shelf and slept like a log, at least for 12 hours, if not more. They would
later join the others of course. Pacifiers for mouth and anus were ready,
the pills were dissolved in Coca-Cola which was a free drink included in
the sightseeing. Oh, yes to make the site more professional they were
promised a photograph of them in chains as a souvenir. After having been
introduced to mom and Dad-Ronaldinho was given a sleeping pill as well, for
he was not to see the new men of knowledge, yet. However, 666 and 668 never
got to talk to each other as they constantly had a gigantic pacifier in
their mouth.

-These are the quarters, inside you can see and feel the chains and place
where they spent months and sometimes years, Rubinho said.

Mark was the first to go in. The rest followed like sheep. Rubinho turned
to dad and whispered: --We have them all, no problem, Dad.

Dad smiled triumphantly and followed the line. Rubinho knew all of the
gringos by now. There was Mark 19 years old and from England, Luc, 19 from
France, Bard, 18 from Norway, and Kees 20 from Holland. They had never met
before, but were all part of a Christian youth club linked to the
Vatican. They had met there for a meeting with the Pope. That was last year
and they decided to travel to Brazil together for a real holiday. They were
all bachelors they had told Rubinho and the one thing that they had in
common was their Christian faith. They believed in marriage and no sex
before it. Rubinho although brought up in the Catholic faith in FEBEM and
at home had long lost his faith in the Church and in spite of their vows he
found it hard to believe that they had never had any sex. He didn't dare
ask them of course, but maybe dad would, once they were in chains.

-It means they are still virgins? Dad had asked Rubinho when the latter had
made and given his reports on them

-So, what knowledge do they have? No sex, so never fornicated with no one,
no experience, nor do they smoke. However, they are dead honest, and they
don't lie, cheat, or drink alcohol.

-This is very exciting, dad had said.

As they walked in one after one, giggling making jokes and enjoying their
drink, dad looked at each and every one, and took it all in.

-Numbers 669 to 705 are coming in like moths to a flame. Ronaldinho will
have good experience through different seed. I could use one more to have
the sacred number of seven, he thought. What if I include myself and never
reveal to him that he is sucking my dick too? Could do, of course it could,
he thought and shut the door behind him.

The boys had grown dead silent when faced with all those chains and
shackles. Flies buzzed through the air and annoyed them.

-So, who wants to experience the slavery? Dad quipped. It's the ultimate
experience and a picture to send home. Normally it is five dollar, but in
group we have a discount of 4 dollars. What do you say Mark? Luc, Kees?Go
on and have a closer look, don't be afraid.

All the boys did what was suggested, they were really intrigued, impressed
and shocked, too overwhelmed to say anything.

-Should I do it Rubinho? Mark asked.

-Sure, why not?

-Only one dollar for the picture?

-Yes, only one, but you have to take your clothes off if you want the real
experience.

Kees had the collar in his hands and rubbed over the leather, Juan rubbed
one shackle over his wrist.

-I am not going naked, Luc said.

-Neither am I, Juan said.

-Oh, dear, Kees said, you all chicken out, what's wrong with nudity? We
were all born naked, even our lord was born naked. I do it.

Good, dad thought. That's what we need, a challenge, competition between
males.

-I go naked to, Mark said.

-Bard said: I won?t. This is ridiculous.

-Neither am I, said Lorenzo.

-I will, Luc giggled. There is nothing to it.

-It doesn't do justice to the picture, Rubinho said. It is all or
nothing. We don't give a discount only for 3, it is a group thing.

-The nay sayers stared at each other's and then to the aye sayers.

-Then it is a no for all, Mark said. But let's do it quickly because the
sun is about to set in an hour.

-OK, Bard said, let's strip down to our underwear.

-I?ll take care of the shackles, my dad of the rope around your necks and
the picture. You can see that the camera is ready to immortalize you all,
dad said, which was translated by Rubinho. Six long ropes ran from each
neck through a loophole on the wall, so they could be reined in at the same
time like an oxen span. Fortunately this was a hot country and the boys did
wear pretty little. The knapsacks had been picked up by mum as booty, the
money belts, Bermudas, shorts and jeans picked up by Rubinho and put out of
the camera's way. None of them worried or had any inkling what was going to
happen and why the clothes were gathered and put aside except for picture
esthetics. When each and one were clanked in properly, dad moved behind the
camera and snapped a dozen pictures with and without flash. They were
gorgeous specimens. Bodies and faces that assured healthy offspring one
day: they had blue eyes, brown, black, light green, dark green, gray, and
olive eyes. There were big, small, round, fat, pink, and hazelnut brown
nipples. Red hair for Mark, chestnut hair for Luc, pepper, and salt for
Kees, Blond for Bard. Kees had a blond tuft of hair starting from his
navel, but the others all had a lot of black going down into the
undies. The Italian and Spaniard were the hairiest just as horrible rugs as
the Brazilians are, fortunately they hadn't turned into gorillas yet, on
front and back. The French guy Luc, Mark, and Bard were OK, not hairy at
all. The Mediterranean lot had hair all over their legs, but luckily none
of them had grown a mustache or beard. They all looked like innocent barely
come of age, but the seed was fresh, as fresh as the cow milk in the
morning," Dad thought.

It was half past five and the boys were visibly tired, one after another
started yawning.

-Do you mind if we sit down, Mark asked.

-Sure, feel at home.

They all got down to their haunches, some crouched, some sat in tailor
posture, then soon Kees and Lorenzo went flat on their backs and the others
went into beach mode on their tummy. The drug had done its work; none
spoke, not even Mark.

-You're all right Mark, Rubinho asked.

Mark looked up from over his crossed arms on which he had laid his head and
replied with a faint smile. His tongue was stumbling over his words when he
tried to utter something. But it was Lorenzo who asked:

-Whaddisdis, whadappen 'ere?

Luc had turned to his side to face Dad and said: -I am zzzo tired, I am zo
zzorry man, and closed his eyes.

Then for the next ten minutes all were silent and asleep.

-Get a knife, Rubinho.

-What for? Rubinho, who grew scared, asked.

He had never seen so many bodies in this barn all motionless, what if they
didn't wake up?

-To cut off their underwear of course. They won't need that anymore. Call
your mum over to bring the pacifiers, muzzles, and anus pacifiers. She will
have a full time job washing these lads day in day out, but that's what she
likes. Hopefully one of these will give her some pleasure someday. She must
help me to bring down the 666 and 667, so they will wake up all together,
however, all six will have a bag over their heads and live in the
dark. They ought not to know the 2 others and recognize Ronaldinho.

Rubinho did what he was told and soon he was busy cutting off the underwear
of 6 slaves. He was not to mention their names anymore but their slave
number. Everything had to become more professional and organized. To make
it more comfy for Ronaldinho all slaves' body hair was to be shaved, that
included the hair of their legs. Rubinho was also to shave the slave's
facial hair and if it got to gross, the hair on backs and buttocks had to
be removed. Mom would oil the bodies daily, and dad would measure the
length and girth of the different cocks. Each cock and ball sac would be
weighed. In short, an inventory of each slave was to be made in detail,
just like they did in the old slave days, where teeth and genitals were
checked as well as muscles and strength.



By midnight all boys were placed under their respective slave number. The
noose around each neck sat steadfast, arms behind backs and backs against
the wall. Legs and feet eagle spread, each shackle was pinned with a huge
nail into the floor. They could only sit now until the master ordered
Rubinho to loosen the chain and made them stand on their feet. Above their
heads dad had a dozen beams from which hooks hung, attached to them cables
which could suspend the slave. He would hang in suspension about 1 meter
above the floor and cold be turned around. Mom would hose them from all
sides with water; a daily bath. They could not scream because of the
pacifier. The legs spread-eagled while in suspension was the opportunity to
take out the anus pacifier and put in a new one without the risk of her
being assaulted. While hosed they kept their mask bag over the head. They
were still fast asleep, drugged of course when Dad arrived with Rubinho to
check all eight of them. 666 and 667 also had a bag over the head, over the
muzzle. The bags were made of jute and so breathing through it was no
problem.

Rubinho had a constant erection while looking and manhandling all those
naked men. Even more exciting was that he didn't have to relate to any of
them as he couldn't see faces. They were being shaved and washed with soap
for the moment by him only. Mum had allowed him as she did not enjoy
manipulating men who were not conscious. Rubinho collected each and every
hair for each slave in a different tagged plastic bag with slave number on
it. Each slave was now on file. He had black, blond and brown hairs and
even red pubic hair. The latte he had secretly filled a matchbox with it,
which he would sniff every night before going to sleep. The Red one was
freckled all over. His penis and ball sac was pale like a ghost. This one
was his favorite to wash and spent more time on him than on Mark. Some had
silver or golden earrings, those were collected too. No engagement rings,
though, more like a commitment ring of chastity. Some cocks were so flaccid
they disappeared between the wrinkles of the foreskin into the ball sac,
others were frightening huge and threatening with a piss slit that looked
like a head of a cyclopean or a one eyed troll.



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