Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2012 08:33:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 6 by Aihu Fist Shackeled Love in Brazil by Aihu Fist Part 6 Finally, the following morning, at sunrise, mum walked in to feed him. It was a special day, she said, and he shouldn't worry too much, because when it came to taking carer of animals or pets, Ronaldinho was an angel at that. Yes, she said, here you are not a gringo anymore. We instructed Ronaldinho to treat you as his private animal, as we slaves were considered to be, not so long ago. Mind you, for some we still are. That's why I curse this Brazil for what it has done to us Africans. Peasants from Portugal came to rule this country and hauled us from our villages, land and families, abused us for hundreds of years, treated us as merchandise with no souls, just as they did with the Native Americans. It was still for a moment as if she needed to pause to continue her task in the stable. But basically, she was smitten with Johnny, gringo, 666, but couldn't or daren't say it in so many words. -The boys are still sleeping, she whispered. Now, get up, so I can hose you down with this nice fresh, cold water. Mum had been coming every morning to wash him like a baby and changed his underwear likewise, it was the only piece of fabric he was allowed to wear at night. Every morning she took his briefs down, and at night, just before going to bed, she brought him a new pair of undies, usually Y-fronts from dad. Mum realised that Rubinho who would take him every night, wouldn't be too pleased if he found out that he would have to share his prize, not only with his cousin but also with mum. -Oh dear me, she said, you do suffer quite some hardship with these shackles, maybe we ought to look into replacing them with leather padded ones, just like the one around your neck. It's a shame for this immaculate white skin of yours. I hate chafed skin, she added, while she caressed his neck gently. I promise I will talk to my husband about it. We'll get to an agreement, don't worry. On the wounds from the whip, she sprinkled baby talcum powder. Gringo's arms were shackled behind his back to prevent any attempt on his part to escape or to fight. She aimed the water hose at him after having told him to stand in the corner where he had shat last night. The water was indeed welcome and gringo thanked her with a groan or grunt for her motherly love and care. -Turn around so I can spray that back and butt of yours, she ordered. Good, and now the front side. There you go, seis seis seis, you are brand new again. You realise you can't talk to me, even less so today. In a few minutes you will be oiled all over and dad will be present too. You must be strong, because you will get no breakfast until the coming of age ritual with Ronaldinho comes to an end. You will, be given the diamond pill, which you know better as Viagra. No, no, no offense, it is just to be sure that you won't disappoint our boy, you had better be horny. You have been kept dry, without ejaculation for a week, so there should be plenty of knowledge for Ronaldinho to get from you, and it must be abundant. You will be used for at least a good a couple of hours, meaning you will be at his disposal, pacifier in mouth, and muzzle on your face. No undies, but this. She walked back and brought a carton box which was filled with garlands. -We will present you as a divine creature with these flowers which will make you look more attractive. One garland after another was hung over his neck, he counted seven. While she was saying all this, she rubbed gringo dry with a large towel. On his shackle wounds she rubbed some kind of balm with the sweetest love a mother can muster. She was the only one to see him naked so far; she tampered with his cock and balls as if they were mere toys. However, he never got an erection, something she was hoping for every minute she spent with him. He just couldn't get excited by female hands. For some reason she looked relieved and disappointed at the same time. -Now, I leave you to dad. Be a good boy, don't; disappoint him or Ronaldinho. She patted gringo's butt like a puppy's and left the stable. Dad walked in so fast that it seemed to, gringo that dad might have been eavesdropping on them. Dad didn't waste his time. He got hold of gringo's cock and rolled the foreskin down. Gringo's was slowly but surely getting hard. The black veined hand stood in sharp contrast with his pink helmet. -You're a fine animal, really, 666. You got what it takes to please our man in the making, though. Then he ran his fingers over his balls and fondled them softly, weighing them, making them dance in the palm of his hand. You are twenty-one, your passport says; it means you are a very young stud with boiling blood, and aching for a fuck like all young bulls. How many girls have you fucked? One or none? If it is the latter scrape with your foot on the floor, if it is the former just shake your head. Gringo scraped his foot. -I thought so. His hand pulled his scrotum from just above his balls and under the base of his cock. -Your balls are quite heavy and big, but I haven't seen you shoot, yet. Hence, I cannot take any chances of failure. Nevertheless, I do believe that you are a she animal dressed in a he body. For it is obvious that a male hand does more wonders on your skin than a female's would. Now, his fingers travelled farther under his scrotum and his index pushed a spot between the sac and the anus. Every time he pressed while he kept talking, gringo's cock jumped a little higher. -Good reflexes too. It is nice to know that you are only twenty, it means you are not yet a real, mature adult yourself, and most certainly still a virgin? His finger had followed the seam between sac and arsehole rubbing with more force the hidden perineum, then hooked a finger into his anus. A little scratch was felt when he gently rubbed the sphincter. -You are a pretty animal, and if in a few minutes you perform well; you will be treated better hereafter. Having said that he pinched his left butt cheek, pulled out the pacifier from his mouth and kissed him. Gringo dare not pull back and accepted the moist tongue of the vigorous man. -I gave you to my nephew Ronaldinho, but don't ever forget that I own you, you hear. I am about to break in to you, right now. -Get on your knees, slave, and suck my big black 'caralho', and do it softly and with taste. Gringo kneeled, his own cock was anticipating the suck while his mind said no to it all, Did he really have to take this old engine into his mouth and suck it? He thought he needed to put his mind zero and blank it out, but his body couldn't. Much time to think was not advisable, so he opened wide, that mouth, and the old man shoved in like shit came out of an arsehole. That cock was far too big, maybe 8 inches. It looked purple-black and the veins drew pink snakes through the foreskin. At last gringo got used to the flavour of an African rod which felt like it was only fifteen years old. Dad grabbed his chin and said: You stay put like this, and will blindly follow instructions you get from me, and from Ronaldinho, you hear. Now get up, you white beast, it is time for domestication. Turn around and stand still. Dad looked at the white marble-like sculpture of flesh in front of him. He dropped his trousers and stepped out of them, got his own underwear off his feet too and stood there caressing his own long rod and balls. The monster cock grew so hard and shone like the coat of a black Arabian stallion, ready for the assault on the 666 property. -Not one grunt of pain, or I will stab harder, OK. Gringo scraped his foot. -Good. -Dad scooped a dollop of pork fat which he had brought with him and plastered it in gringo's still innocent, unexplored crack. A couple of fingers slid into it, finding a way to the pink entrails of this virgin young man. The spot was easily found which was confirmed with a mild mmmmmmh from the victim, which 666 was now. -Damn, boy, you are too tight; it will hurt you when I come in with this boy of mine. Some more pork fat covered the long shaft and helmet of this man who was already in his forties. He then set the head against the slit that was keeping apart two pleasure domes. They were so greasy now that gave in easily to the intruding spear. When the gland knocked at the entrance there was an amount of resistance which dad enjoyed. The tighter, the more fun, he thought, and pushed with all his force and passion a centimetre farther in. Gringo bit his tongue, literally but uttered no sound. Another centimeter, two more, a couple more and he got stuck halfway the rectum. Gringo gasped, but supressed it by pushing his arse farther back, which made dad move in even more. -Ay, that's a good slave, 666. I like it, dad said. From that moment on he gradually increased his thrusts. Gringo's anal cavity must have expanded so much that it looked like he was going to rip him apart. -Easy 666, be quiet and don't move; I am soon there? A sudden thrust stabbed him deep enough for gringo to buck. Dad held him in wedlock while he rode faster and finally shot it all in short strings and pulled out. He moaned and groaned and finally let out a huge and loud scream of victory. -I broke you, it's done. You lost your manhood to me; I got even a bit of blood on my caralho (cock) from you; virgin blood, truly a virgin white man's blood. Thanks 666. Tomorrow, you will surrender to Ronaldinho. Never sit down unless you are told by my son; is that understood? Gringo nodded. Something like half an hour later, probably the time needed for the drug to kick in, Ronaldinho was walked in. Yes, guided, because he was blindfolded. He was ever so gorgeous, stark naked and painted all over his body with dots and lines, in black, white, and daubed in red. On his head he had jaguar skin headband, around his wrist he wore wristlets of python leather. His penis was wholly red and the foreskin black. The glans which was white looked somewhat like a snake's head. Around his eyes he had yellowish of what looked like turmeric. Step by step he got closer to gringo. Then dad whispered in Ronaldinho's ear and thereupon the boy raised his hands and placed them on gringo's thighs. They were warm and soft. He inhaled somewhat as if he was trying to sniff gringo. Of course, he had forgotten, mum had rubbed some lavender essence on gringo's cock and balls. Ronaldinho ran his hands toward the centre of gringo's body, touched his navel, went back to his backside and held both buns clasped in his nimble fingers, squeezing him there like his father had done. Ronaldinho had gringo standing right up, in the middle of the stable, so he could walk around him. Next, he put both hands on his fashionable undies, prodded, and manipulated his balls. Gringo was mesmerized, pacifier in mouth, and just enough room for his eyes to see. He grew hard, so fast, because the squeezing and pushing continued. Then Ronaldinho kissed his stiff one through the fabric and dad applauded. The boy placed both hands on the briefs and pulled them down to his ankles. At that dad rewarded him by caressing Ronaldinho's penis, which was straight like a reed stalk. Although the foreskin went barely half way the glans, as it appeared too tight there. The boy ached with pain. Dad let go of gringo's cock and fondled his son's balls and said: -One day you will have all the knowledge in here, son. Comments to: aihufist@yahoo.com