Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 15:13:01 -0700 From: Aihu Fist Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL PART II by Aihu Fist chapter 3 SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL PART II by Aihu Fist chapter 3 "Let's check him out, boys," Julius suggested. Monito produced a lecherous smile and Indio only needed one glance at Jerome and said:"Great!" To be sure Jerome was knock out, Julius pinched one of his cheeks. Jerome did not react at all. His chin rested between his collarbones. One more pinching of his arm, again nothing came back from Jerome. "This faggot is gone for awhile, let us have some fun with him." Indio said. Jerome was laid out on the floor with his arms still next to his sides. "Let's remove his shorts, Monito suggested. Unbuttoning his fly, unbuckle his belt, pulling down his shorts and briefs, was a piece of cake for Monito who could not wait to see him in his birth-suit. "Gosh, his is bigger than mine," Indio said. He blushed because he realised he made a fool of himself by pointing out that he had a wee wiener. "Yes, it is quite long, I must admit," Julius answered. "Turn him onto his tummy and see what we saw in the shower." Monito and Indio did what Julius said without questioning. "A real girly arse, rounded and a little on the chubby side." "You think Nelson would like him...err...her?" Indio asked. "No doubt about it, Monito spoke, "Even I got fooled by it. At that they all laughed. "We need to prepare him for that big day which is only a few weeks away. We got to teach him how to walk like a girl and in the house he needs to dress in chick clothes. "No problem, Monito squeaked. "My sis has so many skirts and knickers she won't miss one." "Great," Indio piped. "So, from tomorrow he will do and wear what we tell him to wear, Julius commanded. "A bit of lipstick, mascara will do, no fake eyelashes as his are long enough to entice Blackie. He and we have sworn an oath of secrecy and we must stick to that." His last words died on Jerome who seemed to linger on in his merry dreams. Julius adjusted his balls and cock. "Pull his shorts up and put him back in the corner. What are we all ogling at, we are not faggots, are we?" "No, of course not, Indio said, adjusting his package as well. Monito aped the two other, said nothing while his eyes remained fixed on that white hairless static bum. He felt a stir in his boner. Nobody knew about his feelings for Jerome, and he was not going to tell his two friends either that he fancied that pair of buns. "Monito, you clean up the place, I am going home with Indio. Your home is closer to Jerome's, you take care of him, alright?" "No worries, boss," Monito chuckled. As they were clambering down the ladder, Monito grabbed his boner through his shorts ad gave it a tug or two. "Gosh Jerome, you are a beauty queen, and if you do not believe it, we will make you believe it, everyday in this fancy parlour, where we will dress you up like no stupid girl." He let his had hover over that intriguing boy flesh. he was puzzled. He thought of taking out his boner and hover it over the cheeks like his had did. He kept hold of his dick, finally released from behind the shorts and boxers. No one sees me, I am with him alone. He is sleeping, the buns are inviting me. It looks like a girl's bum, maybe it feels like one too. Do they take girl's pussy from behind? Do they take pussy and girl hole too? So many questions. Maybe tomorrow he would not get drunk. It was now or never. He sat himself between the lifeless thighs and used both hands to part Jerome's sea of flesh. He watched the flesh part like magic and out of the flesh appeared darker flesh, wrinkled, brown. He pulled more and it became white pinkish. Monito swallowed. He peered at his dick and back at the hole wide stretched like an elastic band. His heart skipped a beat. He slowly lowered his body, his loins soon touched down on the globes and the boner soundlessly entered the hangar. Monito felt warm and hot around his penis, which like a blind mole was still searching for the hole. A little thrust left and right and finally he got stuck. A thrust toward the middle and the itch began. That indescribable itch he felt when he climbed ropes in school or when the school doctor fumbled with his scrotum and wiener. Another dig which led him deeper and rutted. He had seen some of the porn on TV of how men jumped women, but never had the sensations with it. Now he did, he wanted to maul Jerome inside out. His pelvis rocked like wild, savaging the prey below him. Then he fore up, all muscles contracted and he shot his spunk as far as he could muster. Of course he did not realise he had shot semen. He had never masturbated in his life. He only knew about the spasm. Monito pulled out and inspected this boner to see if he had fucked the shit out of his school mate. No shit, just a bit wet at in the folds of the foreskin...strange, he though but did not linger to long not his event. The youngster then saw some of the similar fluid oozing out of Jerome's puckered hole and with which he was connected by along strand of translucent slime. Quickly he cut of the string and pulled up the Jerome's shorts and tucked his own pecker back into the folds of his smelly underwear. Monito had time and waited until Jerome woke up from the alcohol slumber. With a a slight hangover from which he reeled back and forth against the wall. Monito had waited patiently for two hours before they were ready to go home. "Why did you pass out, Jerome?" "I do not know, but I think I had too much to drink." "You are probably right. never mind, i will walk you back to your house." Monito thought it was best to cheer him up so that he would be coming back with them the day after. They certainly did not want him to mistrust the gang members. The days after were savage days of exploring and grooming of Jerome with or without his permission, until that fatal day when he was offered to Nelson. Jerome was too pretty to let go off so soon, Monito thought. Perhaps he even fell in love with this gem boy, but was not aware of it? He did not go all the way to the door with him. The house was surrounded by a long fence like a corral. Monito just waved him out by the gate and turned his back when the door opened up. There was no need for his mum to see him. As agreed by all, they met next day by the treehouse. Indio, Monito, and Julius were there, waiting for Jerome. He was half an hour late. "Maybe something happened to him." "Or he was still sick from the booze and mum found out about it." "Let's wait a little while more." Julius knew he would come back. "He has no friends, now he has us, he will do whatever to come back to us, for we are important to him. We gave him the idea that he matters and is a mate of us now. "That makes sense, Indio mused aloud." At last we heard the breaking and crunching of dead branches on the ground. "Let's hide and surprise him." They hid behind a bush near the tree. Jerome was startled to find out his friends weren't there. He called them. No answer. As he retraced his steps eyes cast to the ground, the threesome leaped from behind the bush and shouted, "gotcha!" Jerome's face lit up with joy. "Go on," Julius said, "up the tree ladder you go and we will follow." Everyone cheered. "Hurray hurray!" Monito poked his elbow in Indio's ribs and pointed at Jerome' s arse wiggling while ascending the tree. "Have you got the stuff with you, Indio?" "You mean the skirt and knickers?" "Yes! I got the lipstick and mascara from my mum," Monito chirped." "Great, Julius whispered." When everyone was finally seated, they held up the hands again and spat. A long silence followed, the air was heavy with thoughts, hesitations to speak. Jerome felt a little queasy, did not dare speak up, afraid he would spoil his new friendships. "Jerome, please rise," Julius ordered. "It was only yesterday, that we accepted you in our midst. Each one of us had to pay one way or another to become a member of our gang. Most Indian tribes in Brazil believe in this. African slaves had them and even in the army and universities they have them." Jerome pricked up his ears to Julius' words. They sounded so wise and intelligent. Where did he learn to speak like that? I founded this ring and chose the place for this house. I set the rules for the members. "But I have no money." "We are not talking money, Jerome. A ritual is like a challenge, to see if you have what it takes to remain in this club. All of us have had to go through tough things we did not like. Let me ask you this: how much do you want to part of us?" "Very much, Julius, very much so!" "Not so quick, boy. This is serious stuff, you have sworn allegiance to me and the others and to the club. If you fail to do what we think you should, you are out, do you understand that?" "Yes, I think so." "I think you have not seen anything yet, boy." SO, I repeat, What would you do for us and the club so that we would want you forever in the club?" "Anything, anything, Julius." SIlence followed. Julius pierced his eyes into Jerome's, then looked at the other two boys, who smiled and then all three looked back at Jerome. "OK, that has been recorded tonight with two extra witnesses." Monito anticipated what was going to happen, he could not help feeling sorry for Jerome, but the feeling was ambivalent, for he could not wait to see the boy naked again. His groin was itching a lot. "You are not allowed to refuse or to ignore any order of mine. My command and theirs is to be obeyed blindly by any new recruit. Is that understood?" Jerome nodded. "Good, then, let us proceed. Get the glasses and the bottle. Jerome turn around and face the window. I will tell you when you can face us again." Four glasses were filled with the last of whiskey and then all three of them unbuttoned their flies and filled half of the bottle with their urine. The mix was such that it looked like whiskey. "OK Jerome, turn around now." They all got on their feet and raised glasses to the covenant. "Must drink in one go, Jerome." Jerome did so and within ten minutes he felt he was going to be knocked out again. They kept him engaged with questions about what he did at home, his hobbies, what his parents were like and so on. "Next proof of your worthiness of this club is for you to empty this bottle tonight. It is a different type of alcohol, a little salty, but you will get used to it." Indio handed him the bottle after he had shaken it up a bit. Jerome had decided to accept anything and be brave to weather this storm. He put the bottle to his mouth and drank and drank. You could see him thinking and he nearly gagged on it, but he did pass the test. "What was this, Jerome dared to ask." "We call it boy's juice," Julius retorted dryly. "It was yummy," Jerome piped bravely, trying to hide his fear for reprisals. "You stay where you are, boy. The next test is coming up." " You must strip before us all," Indio barked. Did he hear correctly? He looked dumbfounded at Julius who repeated, "Strip." Jerome hesitated until Monito reiterated the order. He threw his blazer on the floor. Man, he looked so cute and sexy. He had the sex appeal of a choir boy, neither of them denied him that. The shirt was peeled off matter-of-factly. The skin was perfect, not one nick or scab to be seen on it. This boy was taken care of at home. Not one bruise on his knees. Had he ever fallen at all in his young life? The tie came of, the shorts with the heavy belt and buckle came clanking onto the floor. Then his shoes and socks. Not a word was said, not even a sigh came over their lips, they just watched in amazement how this silly boy did what no boy at school would do. At last he rolled down his white undies which were the old fashioned Y-fronts. Naked, vulnerable, fragile, breakable, yes! Feeble, weak, chicken, yellow, maybe! They did not know what to think of him. "Turn around, Jerome, real slow and cup your wiener and balls when you face us again." Julius was in his element when he could give orders. He was not the captain at home though. That was his dad. He drilled his boy like he was one cadet. Monito's woody was calling for attention in the hot boxers he was wearing, which was the result of thinking how Jerome would look like with the skirt and knickers on. He certainly had his in a twist. Indio was thinking of the lipstick and mascara and when he would finally be able to paint Jerome with it. Julius gave the thumbs-up when he licked his lips. Both boys got up and retrieved the accessories from their school bags. "Put these one," they both said. Jerome looked bewildered but held his mouth shut. He stepped into the knickers and then the skirt which hung just above the knees. It was a decent skirt. It would be perfect for Nelson, as he was not supposed to find out about him straight away. He must see her as a cute chick whom he will make love to in their presence. Indio, who had often seen how his sisters made themselves up, painted Jerome's lips and brought the mascara on his lashes like a pro. Jerome had pink-mauve glossy lips. Some rouge on his cheeks that enhanced his face so much but made his Preciosa stand out much more. "You look gorgeous, Jerome, Julius squealed. Come over here and sit by my side for a bit." Jerome walked slowly, each step more queasy. One thing he did not have to change was his demeanour. He was subtle in every movement. He did not look effeminate without the make-up, but the way he walked, the way he used his hands when he gesticulated in conversations, made some people, including his teachers, think he was `so gay'. "There is nothing wrong with how you walk, Jerome, that is why we wanted you in our club. You are the first girl to set foot in this house. So far, you have stood the tests and we all applaud it. You are a cute, pretty chick to us. From now on you must be our hostess in this treehouse. Everyday you will be here, dressed like a schoolgirl and behave accordingly. We may tease you with all sorts of things girls are teased with at school and that for two weeks. At the end of those two weeks there will be another surprise. You will meet the Lord of this house. He is the honoured member of this club who only sees us when he wants to. On his birthday you will be waiting for him here, dressed like this. What will happen I cannot know or even imagine, but it is still part of the trial to stay with us in secrecy. We will be home before it gets dark, but tomorrow you will be here again, everyday for two weeks. Monito will always accompany you. Oh, and let's make it official, from now on we will call you Preciosa (precious)." For two weeks, Jerome spent time with them until they tired enough of him to go home. Soon enough Preciosa got used to drinking urine which was washed away with cachaca or whiskey. Monito was always the one who stayed with her until she got over the hangover. The moments when she passed out he slipped in...you know what. His secret was his, Indio and Julius were never to find out for he feared that they would bully him too if they found out about his homosexual inclinations which he was still struggling with. Then D-Day was just around the corner; Nelson was all flabbergasted. The boys followed and were over the moon with Nelson, their big hero and model. "Where did you find this chick?" "She is our classmate. Nobody likes her, because she is so white and too stupid. She is a dork, but she is white, pure white, and we know you like white girls. So, here she is...open it up," one of them told him. Their eyes popped out of their sockets when Nelson stroked the blond white lass. "What is her name?" "Preciosa." "I like blond teens, especially when they come in uniforms. How did you know I liked uniforms?" "Oh, we do not have our eyes in our pockets," said Julius. "You often called us pretty when we passed you by in our school uniforms, did you not?" Indio quipped. "Yes, and you promised us that one day you would show us how to fuck a girl, so we brought you one for this special day, so we can all enjoy, Julius added. Nelson looked deep into Julius's eyes and asked, "Are you serious, you little pervert?" "What is a pervert, Blackie?" "Somebody who does naughty things he does not want his parents to find out about. Someone like you." Nelson's grabbed the boy's crotch and held it fist tight. "Lots of perverts, think about and with this. I do and you little guys do, don't ya? So we are all perverts. The only thing is, that I have done things you want to do but do not dare so. So, you are chicken perverts, aren't you?" Julius, felt the pressure on his fourteen year old nuggets generating pain, which made him yelp like a puppy who had just been hit by his master's whip. Jerome saw that and was impressed by Nelson's authority. "Ouch, you hurt me, Nelson!" "That is part of the game of perverts, Julius. Thanks for this puppy girl, boys. Indio and Monito squinted at Preciosa and stuck out their tongues at her. "OK, we are in it together. Let's put our hands together and swear total secrecy for the Club of Pervs, "Nelson spoke. Four hands joined like and sealed Jerome's fate. In each hand palm had evidence of conspiratorial spit. They had not gone in halfheartedly. "Now repeat after me: I swear on my father's cock and my mum's pussy. Repeat this three times after me while you put your hand on your friend's cock!" Nelson put his on Monito's, who put his on Indio's, who put it on Julius'. They all solemnly parroted the oath to Nelson. Now they waited for the big lesson of life from their seventeen turned eighteen year old master. The wood was dense enough and nobody yet was looking for Preciosa. "Come on Blackie, try our present!" Indio spoke. "Yes, yes, do it," the others joined in. "OK, I will show you how you get a girl hot and wet. However, there are no straight lines you can use, for every chick is different, and they talk more differently from boys. They think about other things." "Show us," Julius cried. "First you got to kiss the girl, right?" "Right," the students quipped. "Okay, there we go." Before Jerome realised it, Nelson had his mouth sealed with his. Preciosa sensed a strong smell of garlic entering his nostrils and throat. Nelson's tongue created instant havoc inside the soggy cavity. He tongued him ardently for awhile, while the other boys drew nearer and observed Preciosa from up close. "Now it is your turn boys. She is your chance to find out all about sex." The boys refused resolutely, even Monito - all well acted- and urged Nelson to continue the lesson. "She is your present, you do what you want with it." He then proceeded by getting the girl on her feet. Could she do some pole dancing, he thought. Next he sat on his knees and looked up to Preciosa' face in a frog's perspective. The pressure was on, he thought. I have to prove mu manhood, pretend I love chicks. Damn...I must think it is a he, a boy, but just the thought...I have to feel her up and touch that slimy cunt of hers...ye gods, please no. Let me pass this cup to someone else. He heard himself say, "Oh, Preciosa, you are gorgeous, so precious. When I think of what your kisses might taste, I get so hot I close my eyes and touch myself everywhere. Are you not too hot, precious? Why don't you unbutton that collar around your neck and throw away that damn tie. Wait I will help you." Nelson unfastened the tie and unbuttoned her white shirt. He was surprised again. She had no titties yet? The boys giggled and guffawed at that. Soon there were three pairs of hands on. "Isn't she pretty, friends?" He was relieved to feel her chest which was as smooth and flat as a boy's could be. His hands got all over her, back and front. Her fine shoulders, the long elegant neck he wanted to bite to feast on the blood like a vampire. Next his hands combed through her hair and caressed the back, his fingers drawing intricate lines between the shoulder blades. He hesitantly drew up her long skirt. He wanted to feel her bottom first, before he got his fingers in her pussy. He had already forgotten about the onlookers, the voyeurs the had become. The hands were now roving over the silk knickers. God he despised that, the femininity was all he hated in girls. Boys, dammit, were boys and they were so different from girls, what other reason does a boylover need? Boys smelled like good everywhere, from the nape of their neck to the anus, scrotum and feet. Why has never anyone come up with the idea to bottle boy sweat. Boy perfume? he would be the first to use! His fingers plucked at both buns and then smelled his fingers. They felt good, nearly like a boy's. Jerome had stood there listlessly, conscious about his part in this. He had not had the lights thought that he would be turned into bait for a negro youth. He also realised that something in hims was coming alive, a power he never felt before. A stir deep down in his inner being. Damn, Nelson, went on, I cannot dream this. I get a boner for a chick. But she smells so nicely, so unlike a girl. No girly perfume though. It is something else. He forgot about the boys and realised he had to talk and instruct what to do with a chick. "So, pay attention, please. Kissing is important, the tongues makes our juices boil...and then we lose control over our actions. Our mind goes tilt. So, you grope her. A real girl will not grope you, for she is to be conquered, taken by a boy, a man. he is the action man, she is the passive partner, you get it?" "Yessss," they blurted out passionately. "You see, I got her all heated up like a bitch. From behind to the front. It is not something I really plan...my hands just wander. Now I am looking for her pussy from the backside..which is very exciting. I smell her arse so badly that I would want to fuck it...but I know that I should for the first time only think of the front side. "Yes, you should," Julius, spoke bravely. Nelson's big boner stood whopping in his jeans and Jerome felt it against this tummy. Nelson dropped the skirt and had his hands now on Jerome's front. Nelson closed his eyes and felt the lump in his throat. he had to bite the bullet, he could not lose face and admit he was a poofter, could he? "Let's get rid of the knickers first, boys." He hooked his fingers on either side of Jerome's pelvis and pushed the undies down. Everyone could see the sweat on his brow. Julius began to wonder why it took him so long to try his hands a young pussy. Both fingers crawled so slowly that some of the boys sighed. "Slowly is the best, boys, the longer you wait for the prized the fastest and farthest you shoot into the bull's eye." The fingers were close to the boy's ball bag and he did not know. He parted his thighs with a knee and five fingers formed one hand that scooted in-between the inner thighs. A quick upward movement with the thumb standing upright clashed with a painful bang into the boy's sack. He nearly double over. Nelson freaked out. He thought he was going to fling his fingers straight into a wet slit, but he was cut short with balls and cock! He was in shock but he had liked the discovery. He did not turn to his mates for an explanation. He knew now, they all knew all the way...or maybe they did not. maybe they just wanted to shock him, fool him and had no idea they had given him exactly what he had wished for all those years. Oh my... Jeez, I cannot believe this! It is a boy, a booooooooy. Oh wowie, thanks a lot...I thought I would have to pretend I was heterosexual pedophile, he thought. "Hahaha, I appreciate the joke on me, boys. A nice surprise indeed. But you leave me no choice but to pretend he is a she. So I will continue the lesson. Let's get rid of this ridiculous skirt first." The boys helped Jerome out of the pleated Marine blue skirt from the back where the zipper sat. Nelson said nothing for five minutes, just feasting his eyes on that vulnerable naked teenager body. "Boys, now you are at a point where you are so excited because your girlfriend has allowed you to look at her knickers and titties. Look at her superb titties! This girl had boy titties." "A girl pisses her knickers when you suck her; I'll show you!" Nelson lapped his big pink tongue around one minute titty and sucked it so much our young victim winced and cringed. But Nelson ignored her completely. "Let me feel you up, Preciosa. You have a sweet pussy I know, and you know it, don't you? Kiss me, while I nitpick you package." His right hand thumb rested on Jerome's flaccid penis. The fingers played with the marbles. The other hand had moved from the nipples back to the bottom crack inside the knickers. "Once a girl allows you to go that far, usually after a few months only, after having showered her with so many presents. That is why some men prefer call girls, no strings attached. Cash 'n' go, you know." His middle finger had been rubbing for a while now. The front side seemed to show some illicit activity. What was moving and growing at the rate of 250/sec? "Look," Monito cried. Julius and Indio saw the soft long elliptic bulge was growing harder and becoming longer. "Pull this nonsense down, Julius, quick! The godfather got the knickers down in no time. Nelson clutched Jerome's family jewels and strangled the lord who sat on them. Jerome gasped. He got stung with a pang of unbridled lust. "So, next you prepare her pussy by rubbing it as much as you can. You ignorant lot do not know that a girl has a wiener as well, hidden deep inside and they love the rub, the twist, the clam, you name it. In fact it is two cocks having a ball when I fuck one. You can fuck her with your fingers or with your dick. Just watch." "Now your turn...you Indio, you do it now." PLEASE DONATE TO NIFTY....