Date: Wed, 7 Nov 2012 11:02:37 -0800 (PST) From: Aihu Fist Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 12 by Aihu Fist SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL part 12 by Aihu Fist -We gotta get rid of his gear?I mean anything that points to Mormonism has to be eliminated. Ronaldinho, why don't you pick up his clothes and make a bonfire with them outside? His eyes lit up when he heard that, and off he was with all of Jay's Mormon uniform. Rubinho ran after him and said: give me those underpants?I'll wear them. You can keep his socks? -No, uncle said to burn it all. -Don't you say a thing about me keeping his boxers, you hear, or your arse is mine! Ronaldinho shrunk and cringed with the uttered threat, for he knew his cousin would do so. Why did his uncle always introduce them as brothers to guests? Now the entire family was to keep a secret, the second one, after they had incarcerated Johnny. Rubinho hid the underpants under the pillow of his bed. Dad, mum, had kneeled by the bed and they were stroking the boy all over his body. Mum cradled his scrotum, ran her fingers over the boy's face, and 666 did nothing but got hard just watching the scene. -You think he would fuck you, woman? -Why, I don't know, but if he doesn't, I will, she answered. What about yourself, husband? -I'd like to, but I am not the type to assault one, while one is sleeping. I want to come in him and see and feel some resistance and suffering, while I whisper in his ear that he is a white trash slave of ours. So, no,? not yet. -666, why don't you carry him to the barn and lock him into the slave collar, and you will watch him. When he wakes up you must call us. -Yes, dad, 666 said. He got up and picked up the boy and carried him over his left shoulder to the barn. On the patio he saw the licking flames getting high on the alcohol doused clothes. Soon nothing would remain of the boy's identity as the name tag was the last piece to be consumed by the fire. In the distance he heard: Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal. It was 3-0 for Brazil against France. Ronaldinho looked at the limb torso and head swinging from Johnny's back. It looked as if he had just been killed. Rubinho was lying on his bed sniffing the strange underwear that Jay had worn all day. The excitement was between his ears, the scent wafted up his nostrils and he got a boner. -Ai meu deus, (oh, my god) he sighed?what a lovely smell of a white virgin arse. He must be a virgin, has to be, religious as he is. But his arse will be mine as 666's will be. He got his tackle out of his boxers and began milking his own rod with fervour. -Ronaldinho, son, it is bed time for you; tomorrow we have some heavy duty on our hands, dad said. He walked straight to his bedroom, opened the door, and caught Rubinho red handed with his head in the boxers, and his fist clenching and pulling his hot rod. He said nothing, just ogled and slid into his own bed with nothing on. He made a cross and kept his eyes on Rubinho's hands until the latter shot strings of sperm on the bed sheets. He didn't have to care, because everybody thought about sex and knew that his mum knew what he did most nights. -How many times can you squirt a day? Ronaldinho asked. -I don't know, and it is none of your business, pinapplehead. Turn your head away and dream of fucking sheep, ok? -OK, Ronaldinho said, very disappointedly. Rubinho turned to his right side and fell asleep. -Good Lord, Jesus Christ, just look at that body of his, 666 said to himself. This is my only chance, no one is here, and I got all night. The boy is drugged and won't feel a thing, but I will feel pleasure, surely. He clasped the collar, which he had worn only two nights ago, around the Mormon neck. Yes, he had spent 2 nights in the barn without the slave tether attached to the wall. He's mine, only mine, 666 mused, while he softly brushed the baby skin of his. His fingers travelled the sensitive coat of this young dog from the nipples to the thin bush of flax coloured pubic hair. 666 got his hard pole out of his silky undies. Next, he turned Jay onto his tummy over a bale of fresh straw and massaged the kid's fine buns. Slowly, but with a certain determination, he pried them open to look at the boy's hole. Not one hair he found, and that made him happy, because he hated hairy arses. He had to be fast, any one from the family could turn up, and you couldn't trust a thing they said. He quickly found what he was after: a rosy rosette, just waiting to be explored. He stuck his finger in his own mouth, moistened it with a wad of saliva and screwed the kid's but with it. The sphincter was totally relaxed and very accommodating for the size of his finger. -In the name of the father, the son, and the Holy Spirit, I am going to possess you tonight, 666 hissed. His fine steely but glimmering glans forced itself a way in and the ride could begin. The boy was hot inside, the rectum tight, and cork dry. 666 heaved and puffed his cheeks when plugging the Mormon arse. It didn't take long for him to come, a few more shoves, and he oozed all he had inside the Mormon, turned temple of forbidden flesh. As he came, he glued himself tightly against that body. He had popped the cherry and no one would find out. As he did withdraw his limp penis out of the entrails, he realized how beautiful that arsehole looked like and he couldn't desist from licking it, sticking his tongue deep into that arsehole, and taste his own seed dripping from the ribbed flowerlike entrance. Then pushed his doggone rod back into the cosy briefs, and went to sleep in the corner of the barn, from where he could see the full moon shining like a golden disc against a pink sky. Your comments to: Aihufist@yahoo.com Please donate to Nifty's