Date: Wed, 9 Jul 2014 17:24:35 -0700 From: Aihu Fist Subject: SHACKLED LOVE PART 30 by AIHU FIST SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL part 30 by Aihu Fist But he soon passed out, too much weed or sometimes valium was his sorry fate. The slave next to him was dead meat too, so Rubinho's ass was being pounded in all ferocity. "So, little master, you thought you owned me, huh? Now who is riding you right now? I would love to hear you yelp and ask for forgiveness. Whack, he just laid the whip over the boy's back. "Ouch. Please do not hurt me, I only loved you so much I wanted to ride you ever since I set my eyes on you in that bus. But you preferred my cousin, " Rubinho sobbed. The whip had not hit too hard, but the welts were growing. "OK, then, stop sobbing: which part of my body do you want most?" "Your fuckhole..b b b but I already had that one..." "Well, you won't have it again until you suck my dick first!" 666 barked. "And if you do it well I will allow you to fuck me the whole night, deal?" "Deal, " Rubinho said, drying up a few tears. 666, however, kept the whip behind Rubinho's neck while he sucked. And suck he did. "Good boy, where did you learn that, huh?" The cock went deep and 666 took his time before he exploded. The sperm oozed on all sides from the corners of Rubinho's mouth down to his chin. "Rubinho, you are one of million little street whores, aren't you? I want to keep you by my side. What is the big deal to stay with this mum and dad of yours?" "They are not my parents," Rubinho replied. "They aren't?" "NO." "I am their sex slave," he explained. "Really?" "So, why don't you run away?" "Because, I wanted to have you first." "Well, you had me, why don't we run away together?" "Yes, we could." "What about my Mormon mates?" "Too dangerous, leave them here." "Or fuck them first while they are sleeping?" "Great idea, which one do you want?" "The ginger one." Ginger did not roger when both slave and master probed and prodded the prey. He was gone and miles away. The whip in gringo's fist traced circles on the Mormon's fleshy buns. "He does not feel a thing, Rubinho. Part his bum for me, will ya?" Rubinho's brown fingers seized upon the attractive buttocks and exposed a clean sphincter available for exploration. The whip's tip found the hard ring bedecked with ginger hairs as red as the hair on his body and face. "Why don't you spit some of your saliva in that moron's buttonhole, Rubinho?" Rubinho's eyes popped and he went at work as ordered by the new master. He did not get lambasted for even fingering the redhead's virgin cavity. Then, on 666's orders he spread the legs and in-between them Gringo kneeled and took aim with his cock oozing pre-cum. He lunged forward and lodged the organ unobstructed into the ginger bushy cleft. He felt how the elastic but very tight ring embraced the head, sucking it in like a centrifuge. "Oooh my god, this is sooooo holy. This Mormon has got the holiest hole I have ever fucked in my life." Gringo exclaimed in-between gasps of ecstasy and thrills. "Holier than mine?"Rubinho asked. "Yours is not holy, boy, yours is like fucking Lucifer's light!" Rubinho frowned at that, because to him a devil was not what he thought of himself. The other Mormon, the youngest one was trailing off as well into a deep slumber. Demons were pulling him apart. The grunts and excited talk from the lads made up for a hellish soundtrack. Rubinho had wondered off while Gringo was still humping the idle moron, exploring a white skinned yankee. He had positioned himself smack on the kid's tummy bouncing up and down while twisting the rosé nipples anti clockwise. He gradually shifted his bum onto the pectorals of the sleeping body and pried the Mormon's mouth wide open. There was no resistance but a faint wobbling of the head because of the nightmarish vision he was experiencing. "Gringo!" "Yes, what's up?" "Look, he's holding my dick with his tongue!" Gringo looked over his shoulder and smiled." "Yeah, great, you are good at such things, aren't you?" "Aren't you coming yet?" Rubinho asked. "No, boy, I got to make this last...it is awesome, this butt surfing. I want to keep my juice in me somewhat longer. OOooooooh, baby, awesommmmmmeeeeeeee!" Rubinho knew what his gringo mate was talking about. Did he not enjoy all those boy's arses at FEBEM? Did he not enjoy the short ride in Gringo's pink hole? "Mmmmmwaaahhh, No please, nooooooo..." the Mormon he rode uttered. "Shut up," Rubinho snapped at his victim. "Here take this!" The thin but jerking meat shot forward to fill the gibbering mouth. Soon Rubinho lay with his loins over the young man's face and pumped away. It was quite a sight to see the copper coloured globes rising and falling. Then his sack disappeared in it to, tea bagging before the Yankees coined it so. "Oh, my god," Rubinho shrieked out. "He is sucking my eggs!" The Mormon was indeed sucking hard at Rubinho's scrotum with such a fervour as if his life depended on it. All while in trance. More grunts and snorts filled the room interrupt with the occasional giggle from Rubinho when he slipped out of the vicitm's mouth. Both Gringo and he took their time. Then Rubinho turned the Mormon onto his belly with the buns sunny side up and Gringo did the opposite. He was going to drill the ginger head for gold between thin but ferry red lips. Gosh were those tight, not as tight as the pucker he hammered before, but still. Neither of the victims woke up to the rape that they underwent. The mouth of course was soggier than the anus and Gringo grit his teeth when he felt the climax was near. "Aaaaaaaaaah, son of a bitch, Got it all out, swallow this, motherfucking proselytiser. Tell that to your church back in Utah. I bet you enjoy it. MMmmmmmmhhhh, shoooooooooot!!!!" Rubinho jerked his head to Gringo and piped. "Good for you, embora gringo!!! Goza porre!" The laddie himself drew his ride to a close as well. The legs of his Moron lay over his fragile shoulders, but they did not deter him from pumping away. "Nearly there, nearly thereeeeee, aie aie...agora, luxe, sim, sim... siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim." He felt the explosion spearheading to his pineal gland. Like a squirrel he froze up and blast his juices as far as he could. Retractions and contractions, muscular spasms frisked him through and through. He was tired and energised at the same time. His mind told him not to stop, so he moved his hips with a few more trailing thrusts against the balls and cock of his prey. Brown cock against white cock, sack against sack, it felt wonderful. Finally both friends pressed their bodies against the hot slumbering bodies of the Mormons. The night was still young. --------------------------------------------------------------- Please support your authors by donating to Nifty, thanks. Aihu Fist