Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2014 10:21:27 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: shackled love in Brazil part 28 SHACKLED LOVE PART Part 28 by AIHU FIST Finally Rubinho squirted a few threads of male juice in dad's hand who devoured it like a starved dog. "Come `ere, my veadinho (little faggot), forget what I called you when I fucked you, I meant it well." Dad squeezed Rubinho's butt a little harder than usual. "It is all in the family now. Mum, you, and I are going to have wonderful times from now on. Now get dressed and go to sleep." Weeks after Rubinho got to meet his cousin Ronaldinho, and a a few weeks after that he met with 666 on the bus. It seemed like yesterday, but Rubinho had been through a lot. He had had sex morning and night. His arse was always prepared and at the ready, because dad's wishes were orders. 666 had been brought in for mum and Ronaldinho to play around with, but Rubinho had nourished bold plans. After the ceremonial initiation of Ronaldinho into manhood, he was going to free 666 and run away with him. He knew the other slaves were going to be `shipped' to the Pataxo tribe to work on the pot fields and serve the cacique as concubines. At FEBEM he had been fucked by adults, but he had never fucked one of them but depraved padre. In his eyes 666 was an adult already: he got hard just thinking of how he controlled 666. The blonde Briton would open up his arse for him when everyone was asleep. First he would make him smoke pot and once 666 was stoned out of his head, he proved an easy ride. Rubinho had started smoking with the help of dad barley three weeks after he had been adopted. It aroused him enough to think of moments with the padre. He recalled the dorm was pitch black with no activity, which was strange for the dorm he ruled. He used to get out of his bed and sneak out of the dorm into the bathroom, which was huge. There were ten showers and sixty sinks. At one point he needed to relieve himself, but somehow he had a feeling that not everything was going to remain quiet. First he heard some noise coming from a cubicle, then whispers and muffled cries. What was going on there, Rubinho thought. The door of that cubicle among many at the end stood ajar. There were ten loos available for the boys. Next, on bare feet, he tiptoed all the way to that door but found nothing. It was dead silent again. Hence, he went back to the dorm, to his bed. A silhouette came in from the other end of the dorm. It was an inmate of Rubinho's dorm who crawled into bed with one hand on his bum as if he was in deep pain. "Hey, what happened?" Rubinho whispered from his end. The boy did not reply, turned to his side and pulled the covers over his head. Rubinho slid out of his bed once more to go and check out the boy, but he did not get very far. "Stop right there", someone said from the door opening, "and come here." Rubinho froze at the sound of the voice, turned his heels and walked to the black figure. No one seemed to be awake, more likely everyone pretended to sound asleep. That is how Rubinho left the dorm for a second time that night. He had never seen or heard this adult who had called him. He was not the watchman or a teacher. The man grabbed him with one hand in the nape of his neck and forced him to walk back to the loo with the door open. "Do not say a word or look at me," the man said. "Get down on on all four." Rubinho heard the man rid himself of his trousers and next thing he felt was a penis against his bumhole. "If you utter one sound or word after this then you will wish you were never born." Rubinho felt how his arse cheeks were being pulled apart and tweaked by adult fingers of this unknown molester. The man coughed a little after which he inserted a finger enveloped in saliva into Rubinho's small anus. Rubinho flinched and grit his teeth when something obviously harder and longer followed the finger´s course. It had slipped out neatly without pain, but this one was definitely double the finger's size, although the movement was the same. In and out it went, albeit in steady pace. He imagined the man grinning from ear to ear while pushing in all he had. Rubinho's limp dick began to grow when the adult touched it and began to play with his smooth ball sac. The man in black lunged forward and suckled on the boy's ear. "I like it, boy, the best I had in years in FEBEM. I think I am going to subscribe to this position. Oh, yeah, I discovered myself a little gem in this dorm. You are just what I need, newbie..." And then he ejaculated in the boy without and without remorse he pushed even deeper, his pubes sticking to Rubinho's hot flesh. "Now, go to bed and no talking to anyone." The following day Rubinho was called into the padre´s office. "Dear boy, he started, I have not seen you for a week now...anything new on the matter you talked about last time we saw?" "No padre," Rubinho answered. Rubinho did not know where to start with the padre. "I still feel the same with the rope, padre." "Oh do you? Come here, sweetie, it seems to puzzle you. Let's unravel this divine plan step by step." "Padre?" "Yes, not so shy, boy. Switch off the light behind you and so we can be more at ease with one another." The padre kept the light on behind him and so he had all the beauty in front of him to relish. "God, look at you. You are wearing the shorts of a football champion. They fit you like a glove. You do remind me a bit of Pele when he was your age, you know. I have known Pele when he was a boy and he was an orphan just like you." Rubinho was now within hand reach of the the clergyman. His fingers itching with anticipation to touch Rubinho again. He did not have to explain to anyone why he placed his hands between his thighs. His thumb caressed the boy´s ball sac and the perineum. Rubinho's response was visible to the naked eye, but he had no idea how visible and how arousing to the padre it was. "OK, let's bring the demon out of you, like we did last and first time you were here. Do you remember what we did, boy?" "Yes padre," Rubinho said meekly, casting his eyes to the floor. "OK then, then do what you think you should do. This time you do not have to turn around, just ride my hand as hard as you can." Rubinho imagined riding a horse and rubbed up the broad hairy hand of the padre. "That's it, that´s it. Perfecto. Hold on and let my hand work around your soft little balls." Evidence of male testorone were building up in both; Rubinho was hard, his little prick showing signs of rebellion. "Shush little Pele, I will help you to free that boy there." The padre embraced the boy´s hips and peeled Rubinho's shorts from his buttocks. "Oh, you wear no underwear? That is OK for our Lord, you were born like that, so no worries, my child. Think of my hands as your underpants." The padre clenched the boy´s penis in his fist and pulled the foreskin down, faster and faster. "We will milk the demons out of you and I will suck them into my mouth after which you will suck the good spirits from my gun, here between my legs. OK?" "OK padre," Rubinho said. Rubinho turned all taut when he felt the demons rushing toward his cock's head. Only God could do such a thing, the thought. "Ooooh, not so fast, do not shoot it until I got my lips over the head, boy..." The padre crouched and swallowed the penis with balls and all. "Mmm mmmm shh," he murmured. Rubinho shot relentlessly and filled the entire mouth. The padre gobbled it up and wasted no time in pulling Rubinho's head under his priest robe. "Search my divine gun, boy and suck on it hard as if it were your mother´s tit." Soon enough, the padre drowned Rubinho gullet with all of his load, but Rubinho did not swallow it, instead he cleaned his mouth on the padre's soutane. A huge stain remained for all to see. "You can go back to your dorm, I have cleansed you once again. You will become a very good boy, everyone will want to be your friend."