Date: Wed, 7 Nov 2012 11:02:37 -0800 (PST) From: Aihu Fist Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 11 by Aihu Fist Shackled Love in Brazil by Aihu Fist Part 11 666 had been taken care of better, lately, with yummy food, nice trendy clothes (from his own bank account of course) so he was ever so motivated to please mum and dad. 666 thought that now he had made the deal of his life and that he would finally be allowed to live in the house with the rest of the family and that this young kid would take his place and satisfy all their needs. To make it more complicated for the kid to remember his way back 'home' they took several buses, basically travelling in circles. -Wow, you live quite far out of town, Jay quipped. -Yes, we do, 666 answered. It is so far to walk although Rubinho and I are fit enough and occasionally walk home. But, don't' worry, mate, we'll get you back home in no time. -I have never taken public transportation. We Mormons are told to take cabs. Brazil is rife with crime and after dark one should never walk alone. -I hear you, mate. But as I said, no worries, we are brothers and we will take care of you. Finally Rubinho stepped in and said in broken English: I, you, amigos, OK? Jay smiled and hi-fived with Rubinho. The ice was broken and Jay was definitely warming up to his new friends. The bus stopped 200 meters from Rubinho's home. Jay was perspiring, as was 666. Both not yet acclimatised had a battle uphill in keeping up with Rubinho who strode through the street. The street was deserted?the world cup was on TV, and football is Brazil's major pastime. So, no one would notice this American lad?which was perfect. Neither Rubinho, nor 666 were football lovers. It happened so that jay was no big fan of the game either. Jay got introduced to mum and dad with all the theatre the situation needed. They had to gain his confidence, and the family were masters at it. Soon, Jay was seated on the same settee by the TV, which was switched off by mum to give the kid all the attention he needed. Jay's shirt stuck to his back and chest and one could see the white vest he was wearing under it. -Gosh, she said, aren't you hot with that vest, dear? -No, ma'am, it actually absorbs the sweat. -You look quite healthy and strong, she said. Jay blushed and said: thank you ma'am, I used to work out back in the States, it was part of the preparation of my stay here in Brazil. 666 did all the interpreting, but sometimes he would omit what he deemed too obscene for this religious apprentice. Mormons, like Jehova's witnesses, and other sects are known to be quite prudish when it comes to talking about the body and nudity in general, not to mention the problems Americans have with the subject of sex. Mum rushed to and fro the kitchen for tea, which she had prepared for all. Jay, was not too keen on feijoada, but he did like yucca and a fine steak of Brazilian beef. Rubinho sat next to 666 and opposite Jay. They talked and talked and time passed by unnoticed. After a couple of hours - it was 4 in the afternoon- Jay started the subject of what he was most passionate about: The Bible. -You have a Bible in the house, ma'am? -No, dear, we don't, we actually practice candomble. -Oh, really, but that is like voodoo, isn't it, Jay answered, nearly in shock. I'm in the devil's den, he thought. He gathered his strength and pretended that he wasn't perturbed by it. -Well, I have one?if you like I can read a few paragraphs for you. -Oh, that's so kind of you, we are always interested in new stories, dad and mum said. -Would you like to drink something before you start? -Oh, yes, you have Coke? -Yes, we do boy?just a minute, I'll be right back. In the kitchen she poured out a glass of it and dropped a few drops of strange medicine in it. Jay got his lips on the glass and drank straight away half of it. -In the beginning there was light, he read out loud. Dad lit up a pipe in his rocking chair, mum sat next to Jay, Rubinho at his feet and 666 and Ronaldinho stood behind him trying to read with him. After a few pages, jay began to slur his words. He stopped and said: I am feeling very tired, maybe I am coming down with something, or it is the heat. -Why don't you take a nap, boy? Mum asked. You have read a lot and you were exhausted when you arrived. Jay agreed and he settled for a rest on the settee. They tucked a pillow under his head and helped him to get out of his shoes. In a minute he was gone. To be sure he was fast asleep they prodded his arms and tummy, but alas for him he did not react. All five helped the Mormon out of his clothes and then stared at him. -He is so gorgeous, mum piped. -Isn't he just, dad said. -Just look at his boxers, they are so weird, so old fashioned, never seen anything like it. -Nor me, Ronaldinho said. His thighs are well shaped, he added. He doesn't have a big bush of hair on his willie, though. -Neither have his armpits, mum said, when she lifted up one arm. -The most important of all, is his cock size, dad added. He certainly is well endowed, me thinks. How big will it be when it is hard? Is it bigger than yours, 666? 666 had said nothing; he was tired of interpreting and now he stood there, mute, an accomplice in another kidnapping. Comments to : Aihufist@yahoo.com Please donate to Nifty's