Date: Mon, 20 May 2013 07:43:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 21 by Aihu Fist

Shackled love in Brazil by Aihu fist
Chapter 21

The tension between so many males was obviously increasing day by day on
both sides. They were the victims, the enslavers, the masters, and
servants. Rubinho was not a force one should easily dismiss. He calculated
each and every step toward taking the slave trade in to his own hands. The
lad was fully aware of the potential of the hardware his `dad' had amassed.
However innocent he seemed at first glance he wasn't a greenhorn in the
trade, he knew what he wanted and he was going to get it...sooner or later.
To begin with, Rubinho was an adoptive child from the infamous FEBEM. Dad
had tried in the past to adopt one or two little boys, preferably black or
mulatto, but the board always turned him down. Until last year he got a
call from the director himself and was invited for a tete-a-tete with
him. Dad got all surprised and unaware of the subject, but still pining for
the adoption of 2 boys who had caught his eye. However, unfortunately,
those two ten year olds were not up `for sale'. It turned out that the one
the director had an alternative at hand, and a very urgent one at that.

Be seated senhor Pereira, said the man.

They shook hands and Dad started shaking all over with apprehension and
anticipation, thinking the two boys were about to be delivered on a silver
platter.

On the desk lay a portfolio of all the boys that were in custody in the
institution.

-Senhor, the director spoke again. I think we got what you want.

-Really? Dad nearly stammered.

-Well, yes, my good man. Having checked your background thoroughly we found
that you are a very hardworking man. You got your own property, which is a
plus, but also a wife with a good reputation, as is yours, and you are both
childless parents. The board has traced your roots back to three or four
generations and nowhere we found any evidence of a delinquent nature. We
believe you may be very proud of your lineage which goes back to the
Mandingo tribe, a very powerful and proud nation. So, you do have to a
certain degree some noble blood racing through your veins.

Dad shone with pride and became increasingly more self-confident and
impatient with this conversation.

-Yes, sir, Dad said, I am with you and I am all ears for what you have to
say.

-Well, lets cut the story short then, the director said. You see this
portfolio here on the desk, which you have browsed through last summer. The
boys you wanted are no in there anymore because they ran away 2 weeks ago,
we are worried sick as to where they are hiding now. Those children are
very vulnerable and are easy prey for any pervert out there, as you can
imagine. We are looking for them as they are very dear to us, as any of the
children we have here. They all have a very dark past but it hasn't always
been there fault. We hoped they would have felt at home here...

But as I said, we are saddened by it. If only we had been able to process
your application earlier, they would now be in your safe hands. Let's not
despair now. If you browse to the middle of the book, you will find a boy
in there who has been with us for a while now, and who you have looked at
for a while. I remember vividly how you flipped back from the 2 runaways to
this one, not being able to decide or choose. Well, may I say that we have
unanimously decided that will allow him to stay with you for a trial
period. I must admit that he is not an easy boy, he is quite a character
with an independent will of his own, which we tried to break, but we didn't
succeed.

Dad was ogling at the picture of the handsome gorgeous youth and felt a
surge of lust from his loins straight to his cock, which grew instantly
into a big sausage. His head spun like mad.

-His name is Rubinho, who comes from a broken family where incest was
rampant, at the age of 5 he became a courier of crack and heroin, and he
was involved in arsonry, burglary, and extortion. However, here we have
been able to rein him in a bit. And in one year he did well so much that he
became the assistant of our educators in maintaining law and order amongst
our youngest inmates. He has been redeemed and cleansed of his sins thanks
to our good pastor, who is much experienced with young delinquents. Now
this pastor has approved of the adoption of Rubinho for the future of this
reborn Christian, if you don't mind me saying.

Dad looked at the directors face and back to the picture of a boy with
piercing, fiery eyes. All the pictures he had seen were of boys in their
underwear at the infirmary where they were being measured or weighed. Some
were naked standing on the scales, which didn't strike him as indecent at
all. It was just the way things were done in Brazil. The boy looked quite
short for his age, of 12 springs only.

-He has just turned 13 last month, senhor Pereira, he is thus coming of
age. It is also not an age that people like for adoption. But given that he
is a hard worker, strong-look at his legs and arms and tummy (ripped) he
could be an asset on your farm, after all you and you wife arent
getting any younger, do you?

He was absolutely right there, Dad thought. However, dad hadn't solicited
all those times for some cheap workhouse. He had been looking all those
months for a lad to spent time with in bed.

The two he wanted were gone, and this one was going to compensate for
those?

He looked again and again.

-Maybe it would be better if you could see him live. He happens to
be at the infirmary to update the last details on his health, so that we
can finish his case here in this institution.

Follow me, this way, the man softly said, ushering Dad though a corridor
into a room which was dark with a giant window through which both men could
see the `doctor's room where Rubinho was being examined by a doctor.

When Rubinho faced the window, Dad moved a step back.

-Don't worry, senhor, he cannot see us.

Dad smiled with glee and got closer to the window again. The lad stood on
his bare feet still innocently looking at the two men he couldn't see.  The
doctor ordered him to strip down his briefs get out of them, spread his
legs and feet apart and touch his toes. Dad could see how lean and supple
the lad was.

-Turn around, the doctor barked, with your face facing me and touch your
toes again and stay in that position until I tell you stand up again.

-Yes, sir, Rubinho answered nearly inaudible.

As he bent over, the boy's arse cheeks went taut like the skin of a drum.

Dad had difficulties containing his arousal; his mouth went dry and
couldn't bring out a sound.

Bingo, the director thought, and asked:-Are you alright, senhor Pereira?

-Oh, ahm, yes sure, but I need to see more of him before I can decide.

-I can fully comprehend your anxiety in this matter, there is no rush,
lets see what the lad is capable of. He has been weighed and measured
just before we came in here. Now we are testing his physical abilities.

The director's words were barely cold or the doctor wheeled an infirmary
bed next to the window which was a mirror in the doctors room. Rubinho
was told to lie on his back. Rubinho had no idea how close both men stood
by his naked body. He was within their hands reach so to speak if only the
window hadnt been the barrier, Dad thought.

The doctor smiled at himself in the mirror, basically acknowledging the
mens presence.

They had a view on Rubinho's left side of the body. The doctor put his two
hands over his tummy and pressed hard.

-Does it hurt?

-No

-Lift your legs and hold your knees firmly over your chest.

The lad lay in fetal position for about a minute and then the doctor told
him to relax.

-Well done, boy, now come off the bed and get dressed again. You are ready
to embrace a new world.

Just wait here a few minutes and I'll be right back.

The doctor joined both men.

-So what do you say, senhor? The doctor asked while pointing to Rubinho who
had not made any progress in getting dressed. Before Dad could utter
anything all three had their jaws dropping at what they saw.

Rubinho had positioned himself in front of the mirror and started playing
with himself. He had his left hand clenched around his floppy penis and
slowly he pulled the foreskin back and reddish helmet appeared out of the
wrinkled skin.

-Hes a crazy and depraved filho da puta (son of a bitch), the physician
said aloud. I am so sorry senhor, having to watch this. We have never seen
him behave like that.

Dad didnt even look at the doctor, mesmerized as he was by what was
unfolding in front of him. The director winked at the doctor who smiled
back wickedly.

In the mean time, Rubinho had increased the friction speed, getting high on
his own reflection in the mirror, enjoying for the full hundred percent.
Then he made a few steps a back, turned around, spread his legs wide open,
bent over, grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled them apart thus exposing his
sphincter for the onlookers to enjoy. There was confusion...did Rubinho
know that the mirror was actually a spy window? Did he perform to entice
the director? Dad had no idea whether this had been programmed or a
spontaneous act of erotic exercise in absence of authority, but he knew he
liked it and knew this was the lad he wanted. The men had fallen silent,
all of them in awe what was happening. Without a word the director and the
physician had left the room and Dad had not even noticed it. Rubinho was
getting hotter by the minute and probably reaching a climax. Dad felt hot
and turned and wanted to say something to the men but realized he was
alone. He wasn't sure why but assumed they wanted him to enjoy the scene
and act upon it. It occurred to him they would probably not come back
straight away so he unzipped his fly dug up his hard black cock and caught
up with the boy's speed. Kneading his own balls and wringing his knob with
his right hand drenched in spit. It didn't take too long before he mixed
the saliva with his own semen. His cock spat it all out in a tight fist,
and not on minute after Rubinho unleashed an avalanche against the mirror,
and grinned a lecherous mouth. It was only then that he put his undies on
and waited on a chair. About 20 minutes later the doctor entered the
examination room and the director walked into the office.

-Go and get fully dressed, boy, the Dad heard the doctor say. Both of them
walked away and dad who obviously had returned to a normal state seized
control of himself pretending he hadnt been aware of the directors
absence, so he casually turned his face sideways to look the man in the
eyes. Obviously both played the naughty game with irony picking up the
thread they had left off a while before.

-So, senhor Pereira, have you made up your mind about this lad?

-Certainly sir, he is just perfect for my family, I dont think there
are no problems whatsoever that I could imagine. He is strong, healthy, a
good physique and still young enough to enjoy all the love my wife and I
have in store for him.

-Right, well, I am glad we have come to decision. May I just draw your
attention that the procedure for this boy had been a bit unorthodox and
that I have been out of my way to convince the board to let the boy go. He
was much loved by the staff and his peers, on the other hand as you could
see he has the urges of an adult and that kind of behaviour is difficult to
keep the lid on and proves quite contagious for the others. But you
insisted to adopt one of our more healthy boys and I delivered what you
wanted. I would appreciate a donation for the institution which would
greatly and undoubtedly benefit the other children.

Dad, said: Why, I have been saving up for this moment and I certainly would
not walk away without compensating you, sir, for all your efforts.

Without blinking, Dad, placed a wad of 2000 dollars on the desk and the
doctor continued saying: That is very generous of yours, Mr. Pereira, may I
ask you to sign this Document and then we can proceed to the hall where
your son' is waiting for you.

As dad was about to leave the office the director called him back.

-I am sorry, but I forgot to give you this. The documents in here are only
to be opened on his 13th birthday.

-Obrigado, senhor director!, Dad said with a crisp nod of his head.

Halfway through the hall he saw waiting in a T-shirt of Flamengo and a neat
but rumpled pair of very short Adidas football shorts. So short it was
beyond fitting, but that was not a problem at all for Dad.

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