Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2012 17:27:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: Re: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 14 by Aihu Fist

SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL part 14

By Aihu Fist

The touch of lips on his buttocks seemed to have an effect on Jay's
virility. He bit his lips harder as Rubinho continued showering kisses on
his behind. Dad had one hand cupping the balls while his other hand
unzipped his fly and produced a long fine son of a gun cock, dark and
veined as the devil's own. In dismay, Jay turned his face away form so much
male horny flesh. However, he couldn't ignore too much of what was going
on; he felt a finger creeping up his immaculate hole. He winced as
Rubinho's thin finger was much too eager to move in fast. His nail had hurt
him in the soft inner tissue. An instant reaction to the first invasion,
came from the sphincter which closed the star gate rather clumsily, like a
door that can't go shut because somebody put his foot in it. But contrary
to a foot that might get hurt by a slamming door, Rubinho's finger wasn't
sore. The finger remained in place for a second and then pushed in deeper,
rotating and drilling. 666 saw that he needed more of that Brazilian Mary
Jane.

-Take a deep drag, Jay.

Jay did as he was told and thus inhaled deeply, hence, minutes later he
started to relax, and his angry expression on his face vanished like fog
for the sun. In point of fact, this boy began to moan softly. Dad had
started milking him, by pulling that young foreskin hard and making it
taut. He kept it a minute between index-finger and thumb and pressed hard
on it. Jay closed his eyes and Rubinho moved in his second and third
finger. Mixed with his own saliva, he had a good go at this tight arsehole,
he thought. Dad edged in, caught the scrotum in one hand and rolled the
balls in the palm of his hand. Dad's huge phallus let out a long winding
thread of pre-cum, as thin as a spider's cobweb. He pulled the boy close to
him and squeezed his eager penis between the boy's inner thighs. The boy's
sighs increased when dad turned up the speed of moving in an out the
invisible causeway, which he had created in mid-air. He brushed against the
bottom of Jay's nut sack and thus caressed the so sensitive perineum.
Rubinho on the other hand saw dad's unveiled pink knob popping in and out
of the foreskin, touching his own three fingers which were still docked in
the arsehole. They looked at each other, each mast at an angle ready to
take off to the moon.

From the corner of his left eye, dad saw 666 pre-cumming in the thin silky
undies.

-Go ahead, 666, I can see you are yearning for it. You have my permission.

666, didn't have to be told twice. He lunged forward and stuck his lips on
Jay's, and interlocked his love starved tongue with this teenage tongue. To
his surprise, Jay did not refuse one bit. The warm saliva of 666's
moistened Jay's soft muscle like no other. Jay just let things go its
course, sedated as he was, and experiencing a warm kiss for the first time
in his life. He had yearned for such a kiss since his 12th birthday. Girls
had left him cold, however he never thought of kissing a boy. At one point
he started thinking he was asexual, having been brought up with the idea
that sex with boys or men was the vilest thing in the world, and that he
would burn in hell, if ever he thought about it. Dad enjoyed the rhythm of
poking and splitting the warm inner sides, touching Rubinho's fingering
digits and rubbing into his own pre-cum. 666 still French kissing Jay, got
hard as well. Dad got hold of his and Jay's cock, and jerked off both while
still plowing below the nutsack. Next, he bent his head and lapped 666's
neck with a passion that would thaw an iceberg. But Jay got tired, his legs
felt floppy, his knees trembling, and his throat was parched. The drug had
an effect he couldn't handle too well.

-Stop, dad said. This boy is ready for a hump in the straw. It is Rubinho
who will ride him.

666 was ordered to relieve the boy of his shackles.

-What, wha, wha's happening, Jay stammered, getting into a comatose state,
so it seemed. However, still quite happy to be touched by all.

-Don't worry, Jay 666 said. We are going to take care of you. You will
enjoy this ride.

-Which rrriddee?

-Let's play doggie?

-OK, Jay piped, not knowing what he consented to.

-Well, 666, you will be doggy too, Rubinho said.

As it was, 666 had to stay on all fours as well, and Jay would be on all
fours over 666's back, laterally, so both would form a cross. Rubinho would
fuck Jay and dad would fuck 666, simultaneously. That was quite innovative
an idea. 666, was allowed to take a few drags of another spliff, which dad
had prepared. Jay, smiled an imbecile smile, dazed and dopey he was
positioned over 666's strong white back, his arms dangling, his fingers
touching the straw on the floor. His bum, white as snow, marked a sharp
contrast with his bronzed torso, just above the crack and the pelvis, and
his equally bronzed calves. It worked like the red manta on a bull's
eye. But there was a bull's eye smack in the middle winking at Rubinho who
was highly agitated and impatient to ride this one, to plant his spear in
it. Jay was not. 666's butt rose was tightening up because of anxiety. It
did not anticipate daddy's bone hard spear or its jabs. After five drags of
another fag, 666 said: -I am ready dad.

Dad had his jeans down to his knees, and Rubinho too, had dropped his own
briefs, and trousers. Naked as a newborn, Rubinho glowed with an adult
lust. His arsecheeks gleamed and they shone like a polished black onyx.

-Who will shoot first, boy? Dad asked.

-Why not fuck as long as we can last, dad? Rubinho suggested.  Let's enjoy
this ride, shall we?

-You are right, son, let's try to last on top in this
rodeo. -One-two-three?now! Dad counted down.

He stabbed 666's gate, and Rubinho did his countdown. His well wetted
torpedo surged steadfast into Jay's interior, and dad felt the warm embrace
of a moist extended cavity he didn't want to leave for some time.

Jay, hung well over 666's broad back, glued with his chest to a sweaty
British back. Quite incestuous if you think of it. The colonizer and the
colonized were feeling one like Siamese twins.

Jay, totally subdued, allowed Rubinho to possess him, rut and sow his juice
in him. Rubinho parted the baby-like white globes and surged forward. He
went mad with pleasure every time when he clashed his pelvis against the
soft cushioned hamstrings of this young Mormon. Jay, loved the sound of the
skin to skin colliding. The trickle of sweat that trickled down his crack,
and sopping sound his tummy made against 666's ribs.

Dad went in all the way, in one dive, and 666 didn't make a sound. His
penis was taken care of by a left fist, while the right hand was jerking of
Jay's.

Dad slammed his cock harder as if he was nailing 666 with a long
spike. Slowly 666 started to open up and adapt to the push and shove, the
stabs of hard flesh, the callused had around his hardened ever swelling
'pau'. Dad gutted him, poked, and ventured out farther and farther in his
untouched rectum.

-Ouch, 666 said, oh, oh, it hurts, dad, it hurts.

-Bom, eu gusto cuando vc fala da dor nas suas entranhas?(good, I like it
when you feel pain in your bowels)?meu gatinho (my pussycat)?dad moaned and
stabbed some more, ever so fast.

Rubinho and dad played the chain reaction. Rubinho pushed and the dad
pushed, so they never collided in rhythm. Jay and 666 were both enjoying
their riders with some bearable pain. Bearable because sedated enough.

-How are you son?

-Nearly there, dad?what about you?

-I am only starting, son. I hate to tell ya, but 666 is a real tight arse,
probably tighter than that bedfellow you are humping.

But Jay and 666 were too far away in their heads, to even want to follow
what dad and son were up too, until dad was the first to shudder and to
explode, in 666's temple.  A few more collisions of heated flesh and
tendons, and the orgasm sent shockwaves to his brain and
underbelly. Convulsing, retracting half way, and trying to forge unison of
vibes between him and 666, was to no avail. Dad had to admit that he was
defeated by his adopted son in the race of friggin' those white arses.

Oh, Rubinho, had he been white, his head would have been a full blown red,
so much of the effort he put in to tame his sex toy. Jay, was still hanging
like lame over Jay, waking up now and them with a snort or huff. His arse
was ripe for broader pistons.

-Maybe, we can swap our horses sometime tomorrow, son?

Rubinho wasn't exactly interested to leave his prize animal to his adoptive
dad, afraid that he would ruin it. However, Rubinho being who he was, also
wanted to won 666, and fuck him before Ronaldinho got his paws on him. As
he thought of 666, he got harder again and suddenly had no control over his
Negro rod and shot a thousand sparks, flying off in all directions of that
slimy rectum.  He dug his nails, which were razor-sharp, as he hadn't cut
them for ages, deep into the white buns which made Jay scream in
agony. That must have jolted him out his dormant mindscape. Rubinho all
relieved and smiling from ear to ear, took over from his dad's hand wanking
Jay. Dad had his own fist still squeezing and jerking off 666 too. No words
were needed. They both competed now in making their slaves squirt as far as
they could. 666 shot 6 salvos earlier than Jay, who took much longer to
release his cum. But when he did, he shot more and farther than 666.

Rubinho won, and dad agreed to letting him keep Jay as his personal slave.



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