Date: Thu, 8 Aug 2013 05:54:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 24 by Aihu Fist

Shackled Love in Brazil by Aihu Fist

part 24

But he remembered it all too well when he looked at Rubinho who was now
milking one of the slaves. Rubinho was still very much a boy in his
pre-teens physically speaking combined with a mean streak that dad had
stimulated ever since the boy set foot in this home. When Rubinho bent over
he could appreciate the tautness of the fine buttocks. He had made it a
point from the first week to have him dressed in smallest size of Adidas
shorts. He told Mum to buy super small undies. Rubinho had complained about
the shorts being too tight, but his complaints were ignored. He was going
to wear what Dad exited the most. He wanted to see the tight package day
and night. Mum was told to have the boy´s undies kept by his bedside,
the ones he had worn for three days, yes, rule of thumb was that Rubinho
would be told that they didn´t have enough water to wash the clothes and
therefore he had to wear them longer than any other boy. The reason behind
was that Dad wanted to smell them by his bed, he wanted to reach for them
during the day, put the boy´s crotch scent under his nostrils and inhale
deeply, close his eyes and feel his rod grow. He would imagine how one day
or night he would graze the boy in his bedroom. Mum had no choice but to
buy always new underwear to replace those that Dad wanted as a fetish under
his pillow. Rubinho of course didn´t notice that so many were new, they
just didn´t suffer the wear and tear. Now that he just went to bed, Dad
thought it was going to be a tough week to pretend that he wasn´t
interested in him. He couldn´t catch sleep with such a prize in the
house ready for grabs. Mum woke up when dad was still snoring and walked to
the kitchen for a bit of buttermilk. It was dawn and strangely enough she
felt aroused. She had nearly forgotten about the `son' they had
adopted. She put down the cup of milk and walked toward the boy´s
bedroom. The door didn´t make a sound because Dad had oiled it before
Ruby came to live with them. Dad had planned weeks ahead of Rubinho´s
arrival. He had Disney posters on the wall and some of Michael Jackson, the
star then. Oh Michael Jackson, how could he not have wished to spend some
time in bed with that boy? He imagined him stark naked sleeping in this bed
where Rubinho was now. A beautiful boy of seven and even when he was
thirteen, he was hot enough to imagine doing things with him. Gosh, those
early seventies of singers with tight bellbottoms trousers and the high
shoes. A tiny crotch that looked so inviting when Michael pirouetted,
spinning on his axis. Now Dad had his own Michael here in this bed, Mum
thought. The fuzz above Rubinho´s upper lip had collected a few sweaty
pearls. But mum was pleasantly shocked to see the young man´s family
jewels so cutely displayed, jutting out from the crux of his upper
thighs. The room was Rubinho's for his body scent had taken over the
space. Her breathing accelerated, she was about to do something, she had
to, she couldn´t postpone and she had to be the first to do it. On her
bare feet she moved in and stood a few seconds by Rubinho´s face, her
knees a little higher than his body. She crouched by his face and blew on
it.  Oh, little boy, I find it difficult to believe that you are a virgin,
something in your face belies your lust which you try to hide for me. I
will wake you up with a kiss on your round full-blooded lips. And as she
thought that she did just that. The boy didn´t wake up...Mum pressed on
probing with the tip of her tongue to find his teeth slightly open. Her own
hand found her vagina leaking with female cum...She rummaged a finger round
her clitoris while her nipples started to swell and got hard. She kept her
breasts hidden in her night gown which she had put on when she left the
kitchen.

I have to leave before he wakes up; she thought and withdrew her tongue. In
an hour or so she could come back and call him for breakfast but make him
shower first. Dad had discussed the idea with her; they should measure and
weigh the boy. She had agreed and together they would take pictures of him
back to front. It would all be made in his interest, they agreed to
say. Mum had a nurse degree which hung framed on the wall by the TV and
they could always use it as an argument to see him naked. After all, they
were in charge and responsible for the boy's health. Rubinho knew that he
would still see the social assistant from the FEBEM who would make a few
house calls to see whether he was happy with his new parents.

Mum slipped back into bed like dad had and neither realized that the other
had gone to see that boy in the bedroom and play with themselves. She
listened to Dad snores while she continued fondling herself until she had a
mild orgasm. When the sun came through it was seven o' clock
already. Rubinho turned onto his stomach, still too tired to get out of the
bed, and pushed the bed sheets with his feet to the foot end. Mum who had
enjoyed her own ecstasy dose, slept longer than she had planned. Dad,
however, opened his eyes and felt the knob of his cock pulsating against
his belly. He could do a slow hand jive thinking of what he wanted to do
last night, he thought or get up and grab a real banana. He opted for the
latter. He slipped out of bed and decided to let everyone sleep for another
half hour. He slipped on his dirty briefs, picked up a banana and walked to
Rubinho´s bedroom. The door was slightly ajar. God almighty he saw the
boy´s bum, in its entire splendor. He gasped for air and took another
bite of the fruit. So mum was asleep and this boy too...he could literally
jerk off here by the door. The balls dangled up and down in a stretching
ballsac, and his fist nearly ripped off the knob off his Negro dong when he
pulled the skin of the shaft furiously. His breathing went faster than the
yanking. He put the last of the banana in his mouth and swallowed
quickly. He boy´s lips made a purring sound, like that of a young jaguar
cub. I must be patient, Dad thought again. It won´t take long before I
am all over him, especially over his shiny clefted hills. The spunk
released in his fist made him realize how horny he had been and how starved
of sex he had been. The body showed signs of gaining consciousness by the
nearly imperceptible movements. Then the left leg moved a little higher to
the ribcage and the right leg totally stretched out as if he was trying to
swim in bed. It exposed the boy´s soft scrotum seen from the back, with
a tiny cock that lay like a flipper clause to the inside of the left
buttock.

Dad ate his own cum, something he´d been doing for ages, even boy´s
cum. He believed that it contained life elixir and would keep him younger
and wouldn´t age him as fast as his peers. As he licked his sticky
fingers he dreamed of licking the boy´s hole and ball sac. Rubinho
dreamed too. His dream was one of riding one of his `subjects' in his own
dorm. He had a blond boy of 10 with dreamy blue eyes and a mop of blonde
hair only angels from Britain and Denmark have. He relived to meet him and
ordering him to sit on his knees and lick his balls. In the dream the boy
was gigantic and his tongue too big to find Rubinho´s balls which had
disappeared from his sac. Rubinho panicked, he touched himself everywhere
to find his lost balls. When Rubinho realized he stood under the giant´s
sac, it was too late. The blonde giant picked him up between finger and
thumb and put him in the peephole of his gigantic pink slippery knob. My
knob will swallow you forever, the blonde angel said with a deafening
voice: "Once down the peephole you will slither into my scrotum and drink
my piss and seed too," the angelic giant laughed. Rubinho was half way in
the hole when he woke up with a bang. His body all wet with
perspiration. He rolled onto his back and looked around. The door was ajar
and no one was up, yet. He crawled on all fours over his mattress and
picked up his undies, or rather still dad´s undies he had borrowed. In
the distance he heard someone nearing his bedroom. A knock on the door
followed. "Yes?"Rubinho piped.

"Good morning, son, ready for a shower and breakfast?"

"Sure, dad." Rubinho hopped off the bed like he had always done that.

"Mum has other undies for you; can I get mine back, please?"

"Yes, sure dad, now?"

"Ah, well, just leave them in the sink when you have finished bathing, mum
will pick them up."

Dad could have told him yes and he would have had the privilege to see the
boy stripping, but he had seen most of the boy this morning and he
didn´t want to give the boys any ideas yet as to what lay in store for
him in the near future. He´d had a perfect wank and orgasm, so that
could wait. Besides with still had to measure this wild beauty and write it
down in the book of boys, which he had started the day before Rubinho
arrived. It would be a nice scrapbook with bits and pieces of all sorts of
information on Rubinho. Soon, they would have the size of his little dick
measured, when stiff and soft, the balls would be weighed on chemist
scales. The first pubic hairs if any would be recorded too. While doing all
this, he could touch the boy and hold the precious things and mum would do
the writing. Perfect.

Rubinho gladly threw the old fashioned briefs of dad on the floor and let
the cold water flow out of the shower head. A bar of soap by the waterspout
was so nice that he wanted to stay under the water forever. As he thought
of the blonde angel he had spied on before he had violated his angelic
arse, Rubinho grew a stiffy. Gee, hard wood, Rubinho thought. Rubinho was
pleased to feel it and play with the wet peeking about cockhead. He closed
his eyes and went down in memory lane of how that night the cherub was
introduced by the educators as a new inmate. Just hours before the police
had picked him up, begging and sniffing glue, at a roundabout. He had been
living on the streets with a bunch of boys, but alas his short legs
didn´t carry him fast enough when he had to flee the cops. The boy had
arrived in a holed rag of shorts of which the legs ended just below his
crotch. He stood bare-chested and his torso was rife with scabs on his
knees and elbows. Snot running from his nose, he stood there frightened and
feeling alone. There wasn´t much of an official introduction,
really. The educator had left him standing by the bed and told the inmates
to take care of him, which meant that the educator wanted them to wash the
boy and probably intimated the sexual ritual of adopting him in the dorm,
which was no secret at all to all staff who worked at FEBEM. The boy,
having lived much longer on the streets than Rubinho, in the dark of the
dorm, felt apprehension and fear of being in a big room with beds and boys
he had never seen and whom he didn´t trust. He had arrived during
Rubinho´s hey days at the FEBEM. Now, he heard whispers and sniggers
emanating from different corners. Boys coming out of their beds
giggling. All of them knew that that night was going to be fun. He so much
wanted to run, but his body froze when a few came out of the darkness and
faced him, scrutinizing him as if they were going to devour him, skin and
all. "The poor boy `lost it',he pissed on himself," a voice said. A trickle
went down his right leg. and left a puddle between his feet. "Look, he is
chicken...he pissed himself. Another piped.

Someone came behind him and before he knew his shorts went down and landed
at his feet. "Haha, he has no undies on!" The boy piped again, adding
insult to injury to the fun they were making of him. Rubinho said nothing,
but he enjoyed the idea he was going to fuck a boy who had just wetted
himself. He couldn´t wait until he had the boy´s prick in his mouth
and drink the golden nectar of this street angel, who had arrived
barefooted and the other boys laughed hard and danced around him.  A boy,
probably the next in command, said:" take of your filthy T-shirt." The
shirt was torn off his young body in seconds as all hands ripped it to all
sides. Next, as in a tribal ritual they jumped and bounced on their feet
and whispered the words: "We´ll have you, we´ll have you..." The boy
was pushed to step out of his shorts, which were given to Rubinho, who
grabbed them eagerly and inhaled the urine odour as deep as he could.

Then, black figures like puppets on a string tightened up the circled which
became smaller and smaller until they stood a hand´s distance away.
Then, he sensed something warm brushing over his cold skin, from behind.
First it was soft like the softness of a fingertip. It made or ran circles
over his bum. It tickled so much he got goose bumps all over. The boys had
sneaked up on him and he could feel their breath on him from all sides. It
was as if he was part of a fairy circle; all of the boys had risen up and
had penned him in. He was trapped and captured in a human pen made of naked
peers. "You are ours, you are ours," they sang hoarsely now. The warm
breaths were all he felt; he blindly counted perhaps a dozen young bodies
surrounding him. He was spot on because Rubinho had invited the adjacent
dorm boys too. Two circles of those had the young foal corralled in. The
soft touch he had felt was back on the other buttock, but now he also felt
more of the same by his hips, tummy and nipples.

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