Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2014 08:57:49 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: shackled love in Brazil part 27 Shackled Love in Brazil by Aihu Fist Part 27 Dad was emptied of his juices and sloshed back to mum, who was snoring like a pig. He shoved her away from his side of the bed. He wondered what she did next to him, for he had tired of her a long time ago...however, now she served the purpose of finding more boys. He wasn't sure how long he was going to be hooked on Rubinho; the relationship had barely started. I will have to give it some time, he thought and he knew that he had to find a young man, younger than him for mum's desires. Early in the morning he had travelled to the land of the Pataxo Indians to see their cacique. They had expressed the need to have more men to work on the marihuana fields. Dad assured that he would find slaves to work for the chief who wanted to produce the best pot in the area. The tribe had a few cute lads he had laid eyes on some weeks before he first heard about Rubinho. He got his rocks off with the lads while thinking about Rubinho, But, it had been a difficult trade, for the cacique had a crush on Dad too and in exchange for the tribal boys's services he had been granted to pop dad's cherry. Now that he had Rubinho at home, lending his arse to the cacique had made no more sense. However, the cacique had called him over for a new meeting about the men he had been promised. Dad was going to give him the three he had here in the barn, nothing stood in the way. Ronaldinho would add some spice to Rubinho's sex experiments and that was that. When dad was away, mum would try to seduce Rubinho with all her charms, but it did not work. She would fake a sore back and asked Rubinho to massage it. The boy would do that for her without so much of a complaint. She would wait plain naked with her legs spread eagled, so he could see her pussy. When he saw her like that, he nearly retched. Dad had been away for a week, and during those days he had been blackmailed into massaging her every day. The third day of dad's absence, Mum decided to have it her way and went straight for the target: "Rubinho, tonight, you are going to sleep next to me, and if you refuse, i will call FEBEM and tell them to take you back." "Please Mummy, don't, I will be a good boy, I promise." "OK, then, come and lay next to me and close your eyes. And no word from your mouth, you hear?" "Yes, mum." Mum whisked his boxers down and saw that the boy had no erection whatsoever. Her head bent over his hairless chest and licked his nipples which turned hard, much to the boy's surprise and disgust. He felt and saw her hands allover him, the one that did the goosebumps was the hand under his sac. The hand descended deeper and cupped his bottom while her thumb pressed just below the sac. Oh, dear reader, I won't annoy you with what this perverted mum did with him. I rather proceed with what happened to him when Dad was back and hear about the abuse Rubinho had had to endure. ------------ "Look boy, don't you ever worry about your mum again," Dad had said, while hugging him. "Daddy will see to it that she will never touch you again." Rubinho sighed with relief and wanted to kiss his new dad on the cheek, but Dad was smart and quickly flicked his mouth toward the boy's lips. When their lips touched he grabbed the boy's head and held it real tight between his big hands. His tongue pierced through Rubinho's big rubbery lips like Cupid's arrow piercing a heart. Rubinho taken by surprise by this passionate assault did not dare to resist. He had never been kissed by a man in his mid-thirties, let alone forced and raped by one. The man's wet tongue went madly round an round in circles exploring that hot cavity. He thought of the other cavity awaiting to be explored, most probably entirely virgin territory. Dad had problems focusing on Rubinho, as he was too afraid that mum would barge in any time and catch them redhanded. She was still in bed and perhaps raging with jealousy. Mum was indeed all upset and thought of putting her night gown on and simply walk to the boy's room where she would find dad comforting her new son. She could not believe that Rubinho had been so upset by her naked body which she thought to be sexy and voluptuous enough to entice each and every healthy young man. Rubinho certainly was a young stud in the making, and he was going to be hers. Just thinking of him made her pussy all wet. She had wished him to take her with all his young juices for as long as he wanted to. Her own fingers teased her clitoris, then she spread her legs and let out a long groan: "Rubinho...Mmmh please fuck me hard, boy." Dad had his hands going down to the boy's buns and felt no resistance from him; the boy was learning how to frenchkiss. Their lips hadn't parted, the tongues continued twirling, but below, far to the other end of the boy's body, callused fingers probed the young meat, first gingerly, then eagerly, next forcefully. "Give it all you got boy, let go, relax now...I am going to feel up your second mouth, probe it with my finger. Think of my finger as lollypop, suck it up, suck on it with that tight little mouth." The callused digit found that little sucker down there, it was hairless and dry. Dad licked his finger and brought it back swiftly to the hidden threshold of hidden gold. Ruby totally relaxed by the kissing, surrendered to the man who had promised him eternal protection from a predator mum. He eased the finger and slowly twisted it, oh that boy was a tight virgin and so desirable. He saw how Rubinho closed his eyes when the finger sat locked in him up to the last knuckle. Tickling the boy from within made the boy squirm even more. "Grab your dad's dick, boy, it is huge, you'll see..." "What about Mum? Dad?" Dad gave the door a push with his foot and locked it with one hand. Next, he dropped his pyjamas trousers which revealed a tiny dark cock, but it was as thick of Rubinho's thumb. Five inches was nothing to be scared of, he had seen and sucked bigger ones at FEBEM. "Now get on your knees, son, and lick my huge and hungry master; it wants you badly." "But dad, Rubinho tried...I am only a boy..." "Do it, or I call your mum." Rubinho crouched and took Dad's tackle in his young mouth. It didn't go fast enough because dad cupped the boy's head and pushed his dick deeper down the narrow throat. "More, more, go on son, you are learning, oh yeah, I have been waiting so long for this moment...it seems to me you have done this before...have you, son?" "No, dad, honestly not," Rubinho lied. He sucked hard, and thought of the padre he had gone to see straight after the confession. How many times did he squeeze and suck that white dick and how many times had he fucked the padre's hairy arsehole? He had lost count...but now, this dad figure who had bought him out there just in time, seemed to be more difficult to please. "Harder boy," dad whispered and pushed the head somewhat harder over his cock. He thought of the movie Fatal Attraction, he had seen at the cinema last, and got real excited now. He looked around in the dim light of the boy's bedroom and noticed the empty desk. "Come here, son and get up here and lie on your back with your knees on your chest." Rubinho clambered up the desk which levelled Dad's crotch. Dad thrusted a finger up his arsehole with ease and compliance from Rubinho. "Good, boy, relax, open that little mouth of yours, cause here comes my monster cock to check you out here." Dad's cock stood whopping horizontally ogling Rubinho's pink rosette. Like in the movie, he was going to pump the boy's rear with heat and lust. A few more pullbacks of the foreskin, though. Dad touched down and dug in with a well lubricated cock head. In and out. Rubinho had his eyes closed once more and breathed out gritting his teeth. "How do you feel, son?" "Great dad, you really have a big manly cock," he lied again. "Every night it will be yours, son..." "Oh,yes, thank you dad," Rubinho piped, while dad banged his arse speeding up like a raging bull. Dad was relentless, still high on testosterone at thirty-five, he was going to claim he deflowered this precious jewel of an arse and have him every time he wished for. "Give it to me boy, higher those knees, I am going deeper, do you feel it, yes, I do...do you? Oh, ah, now, gosh, did no one ever try to stab your little arse." Dad groaned and grunted like an ape crazed boar and Rubinho accelerated his breathing; he had to admit that it was a great feeling, despite the size of dad's dick or just because of the small size it. He moved his buttocks upwards to accomodate dad's efforts. Again he went down the FEBEM memory lane. "Come here," the padre said. "I heard a lot about you boy. I heard how good you are in sports and PE. Is it true, boy?" "Yes padre, it is...I am the best of my class." "I see...well, the reason I asked you to come over here in my private room, is because I want you to feel at ease with me. The confession chair is somewhat intimidating, somewhat scary. But I don't know why you meant by having sinned against the flesh. May I ask how?" Rubinho, batted his eyes and looked at the padre's big black shoes, they were all shiny and then he noticed the hem of his frock. Strange, a man in a frock...would he be wearing undies under that it? Or was he naked under it like a Scotsman in a kilt? "I don't know padre, I get hard here when I climb the rope, and I have those strange sensations of heat around my willy which makes me want to climb it again and again. I cannot get enough of it. Then the heat gets more intense and them I wet myself with some sticky stuff in my shorts. I thought of your someone in the dorm of not touching ourselves there at night. Which I have been trying to do, but in gym it happens by itself." "Come closer, boy," the padre whispered hoarsely and drew his robe somewhat higher and wedged his legs so that Rubinho could stand in between his thighs. He looked deep into the boy's eyes and smiled. "Look deep into my eyes and tell me if you feel the same on that rope when i do this." The padre passed his hand lightly over Rubinho's fly, but Rubinho did not feel a thing. However he became curious as to what the devious padre would do next. The clergyman inched in, pressing harder against the soft fly. "Is this what you feel?" "No, padre, Rubinho said, faking innocence. The rope goes deeper below when I climb it." "Like this then," the padre whispered as if afraid someone could hear him, and passed his entire hand between Rubinho's thighs, touching the perineum with his wrist and the palm of his hand upwards. Rubinho, nearly squeezed his thighs together, that feeling came quite close enough. "A bit, padre," Rubinho replied with a quivering voice. The padre said nothing and did the movement several times over, back and forth. The boy now brought his thighs together, squeezing the padre's hand just under his balls. "Mmm," padre said, it looks like we got something that is similar to what we call the sin of Onan." "What is that padre?" "Well, to be sure we have to do some more tests. When I move my hand like this between your thighs, how does it feel?" "Well, it is sort of itchy like climbing that rope, padre." "At last," padre said, that's all he needed to hear, he thought. "Now what is important here is the feeling, my son." The padre was the second man who called him son, after his biological father did, Rubinho thought while Dad shoved his dick deeper into his tight rectum. This black man who adopted him called him son too...and Rubinho connecting this naming with sex. "Do you like it?" dad asked "Yes, padre," Rubinho answered wrongly. "Padre?" Dad said. He was startled for a minute and then resumed his humping the boy. "I do like it, Padre, but I am confused as it gives me pleasure and guilt feelings because of what you told us in the dorm. I had been barely a week in the dorm and it happened to be the day after you said so, that I climbed the rope. No one of my class or dorm has ever told me about the rope climbing and what they feel. So, I thought I was alone and sinning. Am I, padre?" The padre sighed and spoke patiently: "if it is a happy feeling, than there is no evil, son. He pressed his wrist into perineum and resumed the moving of his hand. "Oh padre, now it really becomes like what I most enjoy but fear. It is tickling in my tummy like crazy when you do that, just like with the rope. So, padre is that sinning against the flesh?" "I don't think so, it is the rope doing it, and a rope is not really evil or something alive is it. Besides, you feel happy, and happiness leads to our lord. remember that our lord said, that one should suffer the children. He would not condemn you for it. he would listen to you and help you like I do now." -Really, padre? Would he put his hand here too like you do?" "Probably he would, son. He wants you to be happy and not judge you. He loves children, and I am chosen to help him in that on earth." "But I think the test is not complete yet. I mean, you say you get hard when you climb the rope, and of course I must see evidence of that." "Yes padre, how?" "Well, for starters, I think you should stand before me the way or lord has made you. Did you come in this world with clothes on?" "No padre, I did not." " Well then, why don't I help you in that and see what goes on with that hardness." The talking that much had made Rubinho's penis slump to the size of a snail. He was only here in his second week and so far had had no clue of what sex really meant. He was as green as poison ivy in the matter. Oh yes, he had heard jokes about sex in the street, but fortunately was never picked on by the older boys for that. He was coming of age, having hard-ons or boners if you prefer, but he had not as yet discovered how to play with himself, something others in his dorm knew about and were planning to initiate him in that. The padre knew for certain that he was dealing with a lamb brought up among a pack of wolves that so far had spared him. But the pack of dorm wolves were a tenfold worse than those he was snatched away from by social workers. The pecking order here, to start with the hierarchy: director, staff, doctor, padre, was to be a lot worse. The padre unbuckled the boy's belt and helped him out of his shorts and his briefs. "Now turn around and I will hold up my forearm. You ride it like a rope and I will feel what happens, OK?" "OK, padre." Rubinho sat himself down on the padre's arm and began to move like he was climbing a rope. His little penis brushed against the inside of the forearm, his bum leaning against a bulging biceps. "Go on son, think of the rope." Rubinho experienced the warm touch of flesh against flesh and felt the the padre's hand against this abdomen. Slowly his penis woke up and got rigid...the width of a fountain pen, getting hard. "Oh, dear me, yes I feel something hard, carry on, carry on son, do not worry and do not feel guilty. The lord is with you and I with him." At present Rubinho, groaned harder, as Dad continued bouncing up and down his narrow gully. "I am getting hard padre..." "Padre? Again? Son, what are you saying?" "Nothing Dad, I am hard, my willie is hard." "That's fine boy, don't worry, just enjoy." The padre said the same as Dad, what a coincidence. Rubinho rode against the hand like a professional jockey. The padre had his own throbbing gristle to consider, which had put up a tent in his frock. Rubinho's foreskin stood the test and rolled back with every move upwards. "Padre, I cannot anymore, it tickles too much." "OK, son, I'll lower my arm and you can rest what is hard in the palm of my hand." Rubinho moved somewhat forward and let his scrotum descend in the padre's welcoming hand. The padre cupped the young sac and felt up the shaft with his middle fingers. The boy was as hard as he said he was. 2Continue the climbing, son, it is ok, I will hold on to what is hard.2 Rubinho moved up the invisible rope and with each push upward he felt the thumb and index finger of the padre tighten at the base of his boner, and the sac felt comfortable even when his tiny balls lifted and descended within it. "I think, you are right, son, it is as hard as it gets doing the Onan act. Now that you and I know about it, there is little we can do. I cannot hush up and not tell the lord that you are an innocent boy or child. So, I will not suffer you as he said. because he only suffers little children, and little children do not enjoy riding the rope like you do. I feel your heat, your passion, your vile lust, boy. I know you long for it and you have tried to deceived the Lord and me. NO! Do not turn around now. I do not want to see Satan's face. "Padre...I..." -NO talking, Satan. Shut up. Leave this child's body now!" The padre released his grip on the boy's penis and withdrew his hand from between his thighs. His own cock stood mighty and high under his frock. He pushed Rubinho in the back a little forward so he could get up from the chair. "Stay where you are and don't look back, son." Rubinho could but nod and be quiet. The padre turned around and drew the curtains behind him and switched of the light. Outside the sun spread its last sun rays over the city. within minutes it would disappear and everything would bathe in darkness. The padre went back to his chair and sat down. However, the boy stayed where he was with his back turned to the padre who could barely make out his figure. Then he moved the chair in front of his desk and switched a night lamp on it, so that Rubinho's body was lit up and he would be only a dark silhouette for the boy. Rubinho heard the light being switched on. In front of him above the door he saw the face of John Pope II, who seemed to be smiling at him. Next to the door there was Our Lord himself with a boy on his lap how held a little lamb in his arms. Rubinho liked that picture, and the more he looked at it the warmer he felt in his heart and the quicker the heat disappeared from his little cock. "Turn around, son," the padre said with a firm voice. The voice sounded harsh and menacing. Rubinho turned around and straight away shut his eyes for the light that blinded him. "Rubinho, you are possessed by a demon, whose name is Satan or Lucifer. But I will get him out of you and turn you into a good boy again. The only way to get him out of you is by having you do things he likes to do, the more you do these things the more he will get bored and he will want to do it to another boy. Do you understand that, son?" "Yes, padr I do," Rubinho lied. "Take you T-shirt off too, I want you totally naked, vulnerable, like a baby in the manger. The devil will want to heat you up, because he doesn't like cold bodies. Then, I as a helper of our Lord will act as the rope and seduce him to leave your body and come into mine. Only when I get hard myself like you, I might have control over him and chase him out of you. But it is to complicated how it works, I cannot explain it to you, little one. It is better therefor we start acting now." Rubinho threw his T-shirt on the floor and crossed his arms. "Come here, son, so the Lord and I can start the cleansing of you. Do not let yourself be deceived by your limp tiny snake here. For it has turned into an evil snake. Poisonous snakes can be milked and the venom is used to help others who were bitten by one. I as our Lord's helper have milked many a snake and drank the venom so that Satan cannot harm me. It is a must for me to milk all the venomous snakes and drink the the venom. The more venomI drink, the more I can help others and keep serving our Lord.Do you get that?" "Yes, I do padre," Rubinho muttered. "Well then, let me take that deceiving baby snake by the head and milk it slowly so that we can wake it up." The padre wrapped his hand around the boy's soft penis and pulled at it. He occasionally squeezed the head of it, nearly squashing it. Rubinho retracted instinctively with a suppressed huff. "Beware, Satan, I got you in my power," the padre hissed through his teeth. Rubinho could not say he disliked the rubbing and squeezing, he found it hard not to make any sounds of enjoyment.By now his young master stood proud and high, and the padre smiled a smile which Rubinho could not see. The rubbing and pulling increased in speed. "Come out Satan, Lucifer, Beelzebub, I order you spit out your venom disguised in white juice. I feel how you resist, but I am your master. I will suck your venom out...leave this boy's body!" The padre descended on his knees and gobbled up the snake's head with the courage of St-Michael's. Rubinho felt the tight lips like a bolt around a nut, sucked in further and further. His entire body stiffened, it was true, the padre knew what he was doing. But the heat was stronger than on the rope, he couldn't help it but he wanted to push the head of the padre deeper over his penis, he wanted him to eat his sac and balls as well. Rubinho wanted to scream and holler: More...no more...more...no more...stop...go on. It was the last one he repeated loud. "Go padre, go..suck harder, please; the devil in me is coming out." Dad, totally shocked continued fucking him until all of a sudden Rubinho squirted a was of semen in his face. fours jets of white liquid landed on his nose and lips. The padre swallowed too, that night, and then the penis became soft and limp. "It is not finished, son. Now I got the venom of the snake in me where it is being cleansed by our lord. To fill you with the holy spirit you must drink the venom that the lord purified in me. So, I must now be cleansed by you." The padre took off all his clothes and he asked the boy to swap places. Rubinho sat naked on the leathery master chair and the padre stood naked in front of Rubinho. "You can start now. First you must milk my big ugly snake, and as you can see, it is hard already, son. because the Holy Spirit has gained the strength and power of Satan. Let me stand between your thighs and you, son, hold my snake firmly in your fist." Rubinho sat mesmerised looking at the throbbing big penis, and noticed the hairy low hanging sac of balls. He cupped them and they were quite heavy in his little hands. The foreskin was stuck behind the purplish head. Out of the head's hole he noticed a drop of liquid. He needed both hands to hold the shaft, but he didn't think twice to put his lips around the smooth head on top of it; his head bobbing up and down like a buoy, keeping his wits about it, unrelenting. "Good, son, go on, that's the way to do it. You do it better than my youngest acolyte, and he is been doing it since he was five." The padre began to collaborate by moving his hips, thrusting a little deeper. There was the occasional gagging, but that was to be expected from a beginner, the padre mused. "So, you think you can hit me in the face, son?" Dad asked, feigning indignation. "Well what about you getting a bit of mine in your face?" Dad, pulled out the tight arsehole and moved up to Rubinho's face. "Open your mouth, son...this you are gonna like." Daddy rammed in his fat dick and Rubinho sucked. The padre came to mind again, and Rubinho got hard, going down the memory lane. Dad grabbed his tiny twig and began to masturbate him. "Muito bom, filho (very good, son)." Now the padre began to moan like a cheap whore and said: "Suck on this son, suck hard because the Holy Spirit is not for everyone to drink." As expected, it didn't take long before the padre erupted and said: "Do not spill one bit, son, because otherwise I cannot cleanse you." But the sperm oozed from the corners of Rubinho's mouth. Next, the padre grabbed his head and pulled it harder over his cock, slapping his sac against Rubinho's chin. "You cannot lose a drop, boy...you'll learn." The padre picked him up and wrapped his arms around him. "Let me lick it off you. I love the Holy Spirit. Without thinking about it, Rubinho threw his legs around the padre's waist. The padre lapped up the drizzle of sperm on his lips, then pushed his tongue in and passionately kissed the boy long and hard as he were to devour anything boyish. "The Holy spirt loves you through my mouth, son. do not be scared. However, the Holy Spirit was rejected by the demon Satan who has taken possession of you. It will be a long and repetitive treatment to get him out of you. Do not look so frightened, I have every intention to take him on, if must every day or night until you have been restored in the innocent little lamb you were before Satan entered your body through the rope, which resembled best the serpent's body. Don't you forget that it was the Lucifer himself who appeared as the evil serpent in the tree and seduced Eve to disobey God and bite in the apple. Since, mankind has erred and committed all sins for which our Lord died on the cross. Woman is the most evil and vile creature on this earth, and the snake resides in every man's snake which raises its head when it sees a woman. Tell me son, what do you feel when you see a girl of your age. Do you have thoughts you dare not to talk about?" -No, padre, I never thought of one, honestly. I have never even seen one naked. "Good, keep it that way, but it will be hard because Satan will make you want one. Promise me, that when you start thinking of one to run straight away for me. Day or night I will be here. In case it happens and, the getting hard I mean, during gymnastics, you get off that rope and ask the teacher if you can tell him in private about it. I will without delay inform all other teachers to keep an eye on you and to make time for you when needed. Please get dressed now and go and take a cold shower before you go to bed. Say two hail Marys and three Our Fathers. Go in peace. "Yes, padre, thank you padre," Rubinho piped. The padre made the cross with his thumb on his brow and kissed him gently goodnight on the crown of his head. Rubinho turned around, dressed in his blue cotton shorts from school. What a nice butt, I can't wait to see him again, the padre thought to himself.