Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2014 10:28:17 -0700 From: Aihu Fist Subject: Shackled Love in Brazil Part 29 SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL part 29 by AIHU FIST 666 was shaken up from of a deep sleep with salty hot water gushing on his face. The hay, now wet, sticking to it and his chest. "Hey, gringo, what are you dreaming of? My little cousin? Do you miss his piss in your big mouth? Or do you rather wish you could suck his balls? What about me? Do you not fancy me? Look at my tits and this!" Rubinho nipped the last droplet of his round swollen glans. "My cock is bigger and tastier than Ronaldinho's and you will feel it tonight, because it is still young and the folks are snoring their lives away. Adding a bit of valium to their diet was very clever, don't you think so?" Rubinho snatched the whip from the wall by the door. "Get on all fours, if you don't want to this baby lashing your tight milky white buns." 666's eyes popped out of his sockets when Rubinho wielded the tip of the horse whip under his shrivelled up scrotum. It remained there for a while Rubinho grabbed his own unruly manhood and began jerking off with his left hand. 666 looked on, bewildered, then slowly got on his elbows and perched his arse high with his anus toward Rubinho. he had learned all those months to obey this young master, for the latter was ruthless and unforgiving. Manacled at both feet and hands, he was not the one to takes risks in trying to fight this sinewy kid. "Right, easy now, buster. Let me investigate this little rosy portal of yours; Mum washed it a few hours ago, did she not? Did she perfume your ball sac and wiener too? I hope she did...because I am going to enjoy a little ride on you." As he said that, Rubinho straddled 666's back and shouted: "Embora! (Let's go)". With the whip he slightly stung the slave's ribs which made the `stallion' snort and whinny. 666 knew what the little negro expected from him. Next he `walked' through the hay mimicking a healthy stud. "Good, that's what I like!" Master snapped. Rubinho got off him and put his foot on the slave's head. "Head down, in the hay, and not looking back. Prick up your arse so I can shine on it." He had brought a torch and letup the entire erogenous zone from the back. "I see you have a hard-on, horse.You did enjoy the ride too?" 666 snorted and clawed with his right hand in the hay. Rubinho had walked into the barn naked and his prick was gleaming with olive oil, which he had also poured on our slave's pale mooning arse. Two black hands on a snow-white bum was a show not too miss. Then the pink glans pressed forward in the moistened anus which was not pink but dark brown and inviting the master in. Rubinho gave it all he got while keeping the whip on the slave's back, ready to strike if things were about to go wrong. 666 did not take any chances, why should he? He finally had one of the young teens alone and although he had wished that he would be on top of Rubinho and not the other way round, he accepted his fate with anticipation. His dick was oozing with pre-cum already: Rubinho had not noticed the long thread that connected with the hay on the floor. He decided that he could endure a thirteen year old dick that looked like one of fifteen year old. Rubinho bit his lower lip when the first half of his cock got in. I am raping a gringo, Rubinho thought. What a victory, he is mine, I stole him from my cousin! One push more and he was in, his balls dangling low. What a fiesta, in and out, and an occasional quirt with the whip between the shoulders. "Ouch," the slave cried genuinely. "It hurts, master!" "Hahahah, no kidding gringinho (little gringo), no kidding." He increased the speed and finally let go of his inhibitions. he moaned and groaned like mad, like a horny cat on steroids. "Huuuuaah, huuuuaaaoo...aaaahhhh sim, gostei (oh yes, I like it)." 666 did not want it to end. He started moaning as well. Imagine the sound of a young man merging with that of boy coming of age. But then something unexpectedly happened, something which Rubinho hoped would not happen. Nothing of the sort had been planned by 666 either, but when the shit hits the fan in the unpredictable brain of an abused human being, anything can happen. 666 could not bare any whipping anymore and instinctively got up and pounced Rubinho. His body fired up like an unleashed hulk. Rubinho lost the whip in that moment of total ambush and before he realised he lay under 666 who had the chain of his manacles pressed on Rubinho's throat. The white boy sat all his weight on Rubinho's tummy. The tables were turned in his favour. "It is my turn now, master. Let us see what you will do without a whip. Rubinho feared the worst. He could not think clearly anymore. It was dark and the slave's face drew near. "Open your mouth, my little master, for I want to kiss you like you have never felt before." 666 glued his chest to Rubinho's and stuck his big tongue into the boy's mouth. The big fat lips cushioned the Caucasian ones with vigour with resilience and an eagerness for experimentation. Not one word was heard but the sucking and slurping of two sharp drooling muscles trying to get hold of each other. It certainly spiced up the desire to try another cavity. Swiftly Rubinho was rolled over to exhibit his tender arse to a rebellious slave. Both young men were slave to hot desires of possessing one another. Rubinho tried to resist but it was useless, 666 had pinned him down under his body weight and chains holding his head down from the neck. With his a few jerks of his knees he spread-eagled Rubinho in the right position. Our master lay still when he felt the the head of the cock parting his buns. "Take a deep breath, young master." That was all he said before he launched his long rod into the pink rosette. Rubinho took that breath and exhaled when the white cock seemed to have found its way in. Gradually picking up speed, 666 grunted like a wild boar until he turned breathless and Rubinho was covered in pearls of sweat. They had become one. Two perspiring bodies were sliding against each other performing a contemporary dance in a stable while two other slaves were still sound asleep. But were they? The latest catch had his eyes squinting, trying to make out what was happening and figuring out what he could do. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ cheers Aihu Fist