Date: Tue, 14 May 2013 11:49:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 22 by Aihu Fist

Shackled love in Brazil by Aihu fist
Chapter 22


Dad recalls it as if were yesterday; towering over Rubinho and sizing up
the boy, there was an awful long silence as their eyes locked. Dad nodded
to the educator who had brought Rubinho to the hall. He was told he had the
permission to take the boy home. Dad was at loss for words when Rubinho
looked at him. He was a prize he had been waiting for...The boy could use
new clothes as he seemed to burst out of the seams of those he was wearing.
Frontwise, the boy's shorts were boasting quite a package. Something so
inviting Dad nearly grabbed it with one hand, so after second thoughts it
occurred to him that he'd better keep the clothes he had on. The gaze at
the boy's crotch did not go unnoticed by Rubinho.  Dad felt uneasy and
wasn't good at small talk. Maybe the boy was reading his mind too well.
They needed to talk a bit so Dad asked if they could sit somewhere
privately. The man was still around.

-Fique a vontade (make yourselves comfortable), the educator said, while
guiding them to the waiting room.

It had a big tinted window with bars in front of it, but it was
air-conditioned. The message to the boys was: No delinquent was ever going
to escape from here. To drive that message home the door of the waitingroom
was locked.

-Sir, when you want to leave, please ring the bell by the door. Obrigado.

 Dad shook his head after the door went shut, and asked: what is your name,
boy?

-Rubinho, but here they called me Neguinho, which is my nick. Who are you,
mister?

-You may call me Dad, for I have just adopted you, Negui...err, Rubinho.

-You will play dad for me?

-No, I WILL be your dad, meu garoto (my lad). That is if you allow me to be
one.

-I don't mind, you are my first one, nobody ever wanted me. I am a neguinho
(little nigger) and white folks don't want me.

-Well, if you want to leave this place then I am your ticket, boy. What do
you say? Or do you want to stay here?

-No, no, I want to come with you. The director told me you are a very
loving man.

Dad who sat next to Rubinho with their backs to the window, grazed
Rubinho's afro hair with his left hand. Ah, this was going to work out
well, dad thought to himself. Rubinho's eyes shone like black onyx. What
was he to ask next...Dad, had many questions but they were of a private
nature, not something he would ask the boy right now.

-Stand up, Rubinho, and let me have a good look at you, if you don't mind.

Rubinho got on his feet and stood right in front of a dark man in his
thirties, wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt with the Brazilian flag on it.

-You look strong for your age, you will turn into a fine young man later,
and I will help you in that. Don't use that neguinho word anymore, don't
debase yourself. We are descendents from a proud race. Come closer, boy.

Dad reached out with both hands and grabbed Rubinho's hands. He hauled him
in like a fish in a net. This was his boy now, and no one was going to take
him away, ever. He caught him and he was his to keep. Rubinho stood between
Dad's knees which kept the boy trapped and immobile from his thighs
down. Dad moved his hands to Rubinho's hips, so his fingers could reach
around the boys buttocks. Rubinho didn't flinch or back off.

-You got to trust me, son. I will give you a life you never had before.
Freedom to go where you want to go, have your own room and TV. I am not
rich, but I do well with different businesses. I have a wife but we have no
children. Ah, she can't help it, it's god's will I suppose. So, she will be
so pleased when I bring you home...on her birthday. Yes, you are my gift to
her.

Dad felt his virile member poking its head, nearly shouting: let me out!
Rubinho smiled and said: obrigado senhor (thank you sir). He threw his arms
around dad who couldn't resist this act of tenderness. In a reflex he had
let go of the boy's thighs with his knees. Rubinho package pressed against
Dad's tummy and dad captured the boy's slender lower back rubbing it with
both hands which soon enough descended once more to Rubinho's rounded
buns. Dad stood up and still held Rubinho in his arms , chest to chest,
nose to nose.

-I know I got myself a good son, I can see it, boy.

Rubinho's cock was hard when landed back on his feet. Dad saw that but
pretended he didn't. This could wait.

-At least you are dressed for the weather outside, boy. The jeans I wear
are far too hot for me. Maybe I will follow your example and put a pair of
tight shorts on too.

Now, let's go. Later we can talk more.

Dad drove a fusca (Beetle Volkswagen), it was a cheap vehicle and popular
with most Brazilians, because as they say: you only have to piss in the
tank and it drives.

Hah, yes the engine made a racket of noise, but who cared when all they
wanted was cheap rides? Rubinho sat next to the driver's seat. He couldn't
believe his eyes. So much had changed in the city since he last played
football on the beach with his real dad. But that seemed ages ago. He
didn't want to think of his dad anymore, he was a crap father beating the
shit out of him, and mum was never there for him...she worked at night and
slept during the day when he was in the streets. But Rubinho thought he had
escaped the FEBEM just in time. An all investigation was being led by the
chaplain there after the previous leader had committed suicide and all
fingers were pointing at him. If the police came for him, he knew he would
never come back alive to FEBEM. His head was already ahnging in a noose.
So, it was the cleric's blackmail against his blackmailing educators and
director over child abuse. If he was charged with murder then no one would
ever hear him about child abuse. The case would be closed and he'd end up
in adult jail where his butt would be any inmate's trophy.

It was 37 Celcius, dad's brow and cheeks were covered in sweat. His shirt
stuck to his skin and huge stains of perspiration were visible under his
arms.

Everywhere you saw skinny black, mestizo and some white children play. Dad
was very dark skinned, whereas Rubinho was coffee with a drop of milk in
it. There were no cell phones in those days, so it really was a surprise
when the car parked in front of the house where Dad and his wife
lived. Rubinho hopped out of the car and dad grabbed the bag with clothes
and Rubinho's personal stuff from the boot.

When Mum heard the car she rushed out to see Dad. She nearly wetted herself
when she saw this cute boy getting out of the car. Rubinho had the same
skin hue and pitch dark eyes just like hers. She couldn't keep her eyes off
him

-Who is this boy? She asked Dad.while fixing her gaze on Rubinho.

His name is Rubinho and I have just adopted him for us. He will be our son,
he will make us very happy, I am sure.

They had no neighbours as their house stood on its own. The first
neighbours lived ten minutes down the road and they didn't have much
contact with Dad or mum.

So, no one had seen Rubinho arrive. He was ushered inside with gentle words
spoken by Mum.

-You must be tired and hot at this time of the day, she said.

It was midday and the sun beat the village mercilessly.

 Mum sat herself down on a wooden bench which stood in the shade in the
patio. Rubinho having lived like a thug in the reform house turned into a
shy little boy sitting next to her. He was not used to talking to females
and certainly not those who were going to be a mum to him. Maybe it brought
out the little boy in him trying to reconnect to a mother figure, he never
had. However, Mum just adored him; she was addicted to young boys as much
as Dad did, which was what had brought them together in the first place.

-Don't be too shy boy, I am not going to hurt a twelve year old, and since
you are to be my son I want you to feel at home here, she said. Please,
come over here and let me give you a motherly hug.

Mum put her arm around his shoulder and held him tightly by her bosom. He
could smell her perfume, a cheap eau de Cologne, but he enjoyed being
cajoled. At least she didn't reek like Dad's armpits. As he thought of him
he appeared from the kitchen, humming happily, with three donuts and a soft
drinks for all three of them.

-Here, let's toast to our son who came in our lives just in time.

 They all toasted and Rubinho gobbled it up in no time.

-Hey filho (son) why don't you go and take a shower?

Rubinho's eyes twinkled and said: Ok, Dad.

While he was away, Dad asked Mum: well, how's your birthday present?

-Absolutely fabulous, Dad. He is so gorgeous...I can't wait to see him
naked, and you?

-I feel the same. He is so cute and he looks so innocent, don't you think
so?

-Innocent, maybe, but he is already twelve, surely at that age they have
already felt some arousal of some sort?

-You can bet, madam, I for one was addicted to jerking off at age ten. Have
you noticed the `little' package in his shorts?

-Oh, gee, my fingers were itching to touch that cute little bulge, but we
got to give him some time, don't you agree?

-Well, I hope I can stand the test and be patient, but I don't promise
anything. I just want you to know that from now on we will sleep together
in the same bed, at least for a while so that he gets to believe the
picture of the impeccable perfect couple and parents we are.

-Nice one, but I know you have your agenda with him, and I have mine, sweet
husband.

Just for the show they kissed each other on the lips when Rubinho came
out...naked. With his hands over his privates and his hair wet, he asked:

-I am sorry to interfere, mum and dad, but I have no clean undies left
anymore.

Oops, so he had seen the kissing, but that was fine, for that was what he
needed to see.

Mum rose to her feet and said: poor thing, let me have a look if you can
use some of dad's boxers until I have washed all yours. Dad smiled when
Rubinho turned his back on him, his perfect globes of moccha were covered
with watery beads that looked like diamonds. Mum looked over her shoulder
and winked at Dad. He winked back. She had won the prize, she would see the
boy's jewelry first and maybe get to touch them, dad thought. It created an
instant boner. Rubinho couldn't keep his hands over his genitals forever as
at one point he had to step into the boxers that she lent him. He was well
endowed for his 12 years. The sac was still moist from the bath, he had no
pubic hair yet and wasn't circumcised either. What surprised her was that
he didn't feel ashamed to let his hands go and expose himself and more
shockingly: he didn't get a boner while naked in front of a woman? Rubinho
could see the cleft of her bosom and she had great tits, he thought, but it
wasn't his cup of tea. Girls had never meant anything to him. A mum he
never had and so he didn't think of them in terms of sex either. This was
his new mum and that's how he looked at her. Mum on the other hand sat on
her knees looking up at him as he lifted his leg to step in one leg of the
boxers. The boxers were way too big for his size and they covered his
knees! But they were wide enough to peep into the legs when sitting on a
chair and that was up his new parents' street.

-I don't think you need any help to get dressed, do you, son?

-No, mum, I certainly don't, I am a big boy, you know.

-You think so, son? Wouldn't you like to be little for a while for your new
mum? I missed out on a little son who needs cuddles, and I think you missed
out cuddles and a mum?

Mum was a brilliant actress when it came to faking emotions. A small tear
appeared in the in the corner of her right eye which made her mascara run.

-Why don't you let me hug you a while, while dad is not here.

She didn't wait too long for him to say yes or no. Before long she felt his
bare skin against her cheeks. She kissed his bellybutton and patted him on
the back. Looking up from his navel she gave him a broad smile and he
smiled a genuine one back to her. This was going to be good, Rubinho
thought. I like this mum and Dad. The place is terrific, now when do I get
to see my room? She took the words right off his mind:

-Why don't we go and have a look at your bed room? I put your bag on the
bed.

As if she had read his mind.

He nodded eagerly and she took him by the hand and walked him to his own
place. A small bed with a thin bed sheet over the mattress had his bag on
it. The walls were bare, but that would change soon, she said, they could
buy a few posters of his favourite football players or singers. He just
loved it; especially the TV set which dad had bought for Mum last year so
she could watch the novelas and he the football matches on his set. Next to
the TV stood a small fan and over the bed from the ceiling hung a mosquito
net.

Then they heard dad calling them back to the patio. Most Brazilians in the
outback walk around half naked anyway, too hot for a shirt or
trousers. Rubinho and mum went back to the bench and dad sat in front of
them in his bamboo rocking chair, smoking a cigar.

They talked a lot and Rubinho occasionally pulled his leg up with one knee
against a cheek. That posture of one leg up and one down was a sight to
behold. He saw the boy's little sack with the sleeping penis resting on the
testicles exposed to the sunlight shining on them. Rubinho apparently had
no idea that dad enjoyed the view. The boy looked at mum most of the time;
she did a lot of questioning about his background. Dad gave her the odd
wink now and then, urging her to continue the talking so that he could
enjoy the booty at his leisure.

Rubinho with all his experience proved to be naïve beyond imagination
about the parent's intention by adopting him. He really wanted to believe
he was dealing with the ideal childless couple he always dreamed of as a
young child who would take him away from his abusive father and neglecting
mother. It had been a long day and by the first light of the full moon that
night, he was ready to go to bed. Dad and Mum kissed him good night. Mum
accompanied him to his bed and tucked him in. There weren't that many
mosquitoes in the dry season, so she didn't draw the net over him.

-Goodnight son.

-Goodnight mum.

When the door was shut, Rubinho looked at the ceiling and whispered:
Obrigado Deus

pelo presente que vc me deu (Thank you, god, for the present you gave
me). An hour later he was still tossing and turning in bed, he couldn't
catch sleep and decided pull his boxers down. His mocha penis was still
dormant but not for long. He spread his legs and moved his young fingers in
long soft lines below his sac. Gradually the slim young penis grew into a
size of a ripe asparagus which sprang to life about half a hand away from
his navel. The little pink knob tried to show its face out of the wrinkly
foreskin and touch skin which was not easy because of the hefty jolts the
shaft made.

-Shhhhh, Rubinho whispered to his young lord. He coaxed the balls from one
end to the other end of the small sac and spread his legs some more. He
then closed his eyes while he increased the pumping of his rod. In the
darkness behind his eyelids he relived the last gang raid he had made on
the second floor in dormitory number three. Six of his mates had left their
beds in dormitory two and an hour before had invaded number dorm three.  In
that dorm there were only three boys and they had been surprised by the
lads who were two years Rubinho's juniors. All three of them were newcomers
and they had yet to be `baptised' yet. Since Rubinho was the leader of the
gang he was going to have the virgins first. All three of the younger boys
had been blindfolded and gagged. Pinned down to their beds by Rubinho's
peers, his powerful goon army. The victims had no idea what would their
fate was going to be.

Rubinho reminisced of how he had daubed his face with black shoe shine
polish. He and his gang were from the same dorm which was now empty. They
just took their chances, after the watchman had done his round. He would
not be back anytime soon, so no there weren't any witnesses to be feared,
the coast was clear. The gang members would never talk because they
collected their rewards by raping the boys after Rubinho had popped the
cherries first. To be on the safe side, Rubinho would not utter a word, he
only gestured to the boys to hold the boy down by his arms and legs. Next
he slipped out of his undies and made a move to pounce his prey. One gang
member would shine his torch on the white buns of a the ten year old.
Rubinho produced a predator's grin and went down on the newbie. Rubinho
hooked his fingers behind the waisteband of the boy's briefs and peeled
them down to his ankles. The young boy's yelps were muffled in the pillow
while he bucked, alas it was all futile and reisistance didn't last
long. He was no match for six twelve year olds.

Rubinho's enjoyed the images in his head and his hand moved frantically up
and down the shaft of his conniving rod. His eyes still closed, his thighs
cramped, and his entire body convulsed. The moment supreme arrived when he
spat all his boy juice on his chest. In his vivid memory he had just
entered the young boy's hot anus.

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