Date: Thu, 17 May 2012 16:56:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 4by Aihu Fist Shackeled love in Brazil by Aihu Fist Part 4 -Yes, he is, both parents answered. We have a white slave and you can play with him, boys, as we can, for he is a slave, not a human being any more. -Bacana (cool), Rubinho and Ronaldinho piped. -But we cannot breed with him, boys, we need a female for that. -Ronaldinho likes gringas, maybe he should do the same I did with gringo. Then we can breed little gringos. -How do you breed, dad? Ronaldinho asked. -Good question son, I thought you knew about the honey and the bees. -We have to be sure that we got a full blood white slave, and the slave has to be young, and horny, dad explained. However, sometimes the master or mistress gets to play a little with the slave too. -Just by playing, dad, Ronaldinho asked. -Why don't you try, son, dad said. -But he cannot play hide and seek if he is chained, can he? -Boy oh boy, unlike your cousin you really are very innocent. Didn't he teach you anything in all those years? -No, dad, Rubinho always puts me down, and pounds my arse. -Liar, Rubinho barked back. -Ok, 'nough, boys. Now, why don't you go over to the slave and read his number. -666, both boys exclaimed. -That's his new name, you hear? - The number of the beast, dad? -Yes, why not. The whites really are and have been beasts to most other races. The boys looked bewildered for a while until dad spoke again to Ronaldinho. -Son, put your hand on his birdy. -On his birdy? You mean the one in his knickers? -Yes, that one, but don`t put your hand in the knickers, OK? -OK. Ronaldinho leapt to the wall and yanked gringo by the tether, urging him to get on his feet. Most of the time gringo was unable to follow the conversation, for it was a Creole dialect they spoke; however, he got the gist of it. Gringo had no idea that the boy had been told to feel him up, but his cock grew solid. The boy pushed, stroked, squeezed, and pinched shaft and helmet. Next, he reached for the waistband, pulled it back, to see the head. -Stop right there, son. -Oh dad, but why? -Because, the time is not ripe yet, for you to see the bird. -But I made it is so hard, dad, Ronaldinho piped. -That's what I feared. -Feared, dad? -Yes, son, It means 666 doesn't like bitches. -But look, his birdy is so stiff and harder than a sausage. They all laughed when Ronaldinho said that. -That's because 666 likes you and loves what you are doing to him. -I want to see his birdy with eggs and all, can I dad? -Nope, everyone said. -Why not? -Only when you turn twelve you may, as a birthday present. We'll do exactly what white folks would have done with us Africans. -But dad, that's another week. -I know, but it will be so much more exciting when that day arrives, and the surprise of what will happen will be forever engraved in your mind. Twelve is the age when boys turn into men, and there are ways of how boys turn into men, that is: Portuguese style. Rubinho's eyes popped and said: -You are one lucky boy, brother, 'cause I never had a slave when I turned twelve. -That's why you treat me like a slave, isn't it? Ronaldinho snapped back. Rubinho chuckled, but deep inside he knew it was true. One day he was going to pound his cousin's arse. After he turned twelve, he would learn fast to obey, to suck and to receive, Rubinho reasoned. While they were talking, Ronaldinho's hand had not released gringo's cock; he was actually stroking it, as if it was a pet. So, gringo's manhood stood proud like a flagpole. -Tomorrow in the market, we'll find him a muzzle, because this slave might get aggressive, and might actually try to bite the hand that feeds him. I also don't want him to talk too much, or god forbid, cry. It easily upsets us masters, dad said. He kept talking while mum stared at gringo with those fiery eyes directed at his bulge. He noticed and hoped she'd keep her desires to herself. -What about his backside, dad? Can we play with it as well? It doesn't get hard like a sausage, doesn't it? -Hahaha, you are so witty, Ronaldinho, where do you get those questions from? Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that head of yours. Why don't you try? Dad said. Ronaldinho went round and put both hands on gringo's bum. The latter could feel the boy's heat coming through the fabric, -I think he likes it, he's got goose bumps, Ronaldinho said. -Yes, Rubinho said. Look at the bulge, it is moving again. -I prefer to look at his back now, his got lots of hair down his knickers, can I pull 'm down from the back, dad? -No, son, you will spoil it for your birthday. Just feel him up a little, and you will make him happy there. That's 666's favourite spot, I presume. Ronaldinho's fingers brushed briefly over the waistband from the backside, quickly rammed a finger in-between, and touched his flesh there. -Enough, son, we will start his training from tomorrow onward, this 666 is a piece of work, and we must put him to good use here at home. However, keep in mind that no one may find out about him. This boy is ours to keep and use for our own benefit. Our slave; hence, he will never leave this place. Once we have broken his spirit of independence and free man, he will work for us, for as long as we will live. Nevertheless, breaking a human's spirit is not as easy as one does when riding a savage stallion. We might want to break him in spots which true males consider holy and untouchable. -Where are those spots, dad? Ronaldinho asked. Comments:aihufist@yahoo.com