Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2013 19:30:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 17 by Aihu Fist

Shackled love in Brazil part 17
by Aihu Fist

At dawn it was decided unanimously that 668 had to be milked for
knowledge. Ronaldinho was ready and quite excited to suck a new teacher,
full of knowledge.

- Oh my god, this one is even bigger, the boys, Ronaldinho and Rubinho,
whispered while touching it in awe. However, 666's is bigger in girth, they
agreed.

-Will it be different knowledge dad?

-Sure son, take it from me, this white stud has all potential to take you
to the sky.

-He is gorgeous dad, isn't he?

-Mmmm

Ronaldinho took his time and having sucked cock for two weeks was quite a
feat for a 12 year old. The slave shuddered with each and every caress.

-His butt is hairless, dad, so are his balls, and his arsehole. His cock
some but too much; I got in in my mouth all the time, it is gross, dad.

The boy took in the long shaft with eagerness and with less fear of the
unknown, and glad that his jaws didn't tire. Long hauls and pauses with a
shlong in his mouth, made the slave twitch like a nervous wreck. The boy
had crammed 3 fingers in his virgin hole and he was definitely bent on
getting pleasure while sucking out the juice like a leech. 668 whimpered,
moaned, groaned, convulsed, cramped up at times, clenched his fists, puffed
his chest, stomped his feet, but in the end he had to release what he
had. A powerful blast went up from his loins down the gullible gullet of
the youth who swallowed it all in good faith. Dad poked in the slave's hole
with the whip, and then he used his thumb on the rosette.

-You too are a virgin, but not for long dear. I must break you too and
in. You sure are good at moaning like a soggy bitch. We'll treat you
accordingly.



Rubinho, who was good at arts, had recently started designing appliances
which they could use to improve the control and domestication over their
slaves. One such thing was a chastity belt, to which a gigantic pacifier
could be attached. Dad was a good sculptor, with a great imagination when
it came down to creating new stuff. He used to make figurines out of soap
bars, which Ana knew how to produce. Soap was made from pig fat and was
utterly organic. They let it dry in the sun until it became solid. The anus
pacifiers, as dad had baptized them, were designed by Rubinho. On paper
they came in different shapes like fish, swords, carrots, eggplants, roots,
aubergines, cucumbers, or daggers. As he was sketching away, he told
Rubinho:

-We don't have enough slaves, Ronaldinho needs more knowledge before the
year is over. Has he gotten any smarter since he's been sucking those two
dicks?

-No, dad.

-Have you seen any other gringos around?

-Yes, this morning, as a matter of fact.  I have seen at least another
cruising through town on city bikes. Six of them and they always look so
innocent, easy to fool, dad.

-Just what we need, dad smacked with his lips.

-Yep, dad, for sure. I think they're Yankees, and believe me, they are so
dumb.

-Ok, Rubinho you find them, tell them about the slave quarters and lure
them over here. First you go to the chemist and buy a dozen Rohypnol pills
and Viagra. Half a dozen young adults are too much too handle, but if we
can drug them before they take off their clothes and get them into the
shackles, we have won the first battle. They will get drowsy and sleep
quickly. In the morning they will have their pacifiers and anus pacifiers
installed and wake up in chains. However, we give three pills each to the
two slaves, and have them sleep on the shelf above the quarters in the
hay. We tie them to the wall there. In addition, and foremost importance is
the information you can get of them. Find out who they are with, where they
live, who do they know, and how often they are in touch with their families
back home. We have a week, try to gain their trust, you must offer your
services as a guide for free, and tell them that the slave quarters are not
yet part of any official tours, and that the experience is unique. In the
mean time I will paint a few museum boards and signs with information about
the history of our place, so it looks like the real thing. They must pay
five dollar entrance, but for groups we have a special discount if they
agree to lock themselves into the shackles. They'll get a picture for home
to put on Facebook. I am sure most of those religious baby faced gringos
will go for it. Especially, in group they will always want to show off and
compete with one another. How old are they, anyway?

-I'd say between 18 and 22.

-Not really old enough to be wise, we'd better had those pedophile tourists
in Recife and Maceio locked in chains. However, the trouble is that many of
them come for little girls and not for history or boys like you, dad said.

While knowledge sucking with the two slaves continued, and the ATM sucking
had doubled in revenues, Dad really got ever so excited about the gringos I
had talked about.

-They are weird, sir. They look like college boys, in neat trousers, shoes
and shirts and always wear bicycle helmets and cruise in pairs.

-Maybe they are part of a religious sect, dad said. Anyway, doesn't
matter. What matters is if they got something in their head and most
importantly in their nuts? I'll see you around.

Rubinho walked on the beach and it wasn't too difficult to spot tourists
among the black population. The black Bahianos usually wore shorts, known
as Bermudas, just above the knee, but Europeans were easily singled
out. They stood out as a sore thumb among Brazilian machos. They came in
those funny swimming trunks. The fabric was very elastic and it said
Speedo. After one kilometer of scouting he found the six gringos sun
bathing on a beach bed. Some lay on their backs and some on their tummies;
all very young, with flat stomachs. Some he'd seen were well endowed with a
bush of hair, while others sported an erection or a huge bulge while doing
nothing. Maybe they were thinking of a chick. One of them spotted him and
cast him a broad smile and a wink.

-Hey you, come here!

Rubinho didn't hesitate, and hopped like a little boy to the see the young
man.

-Hi, do you speak English?

-Yes, a little.

-Good. What's your name?

-Rubinho

-Ah, nice, you live here?

-Of course.

-How old are you?

-Thirteen.

-Really, wow you look like you're only nine. No offence, though.

-My name is Mark; he said, and reached out with his hand to Rubinho.

Nice to meet you, he said and. The latter shook hands and repeated the
greeting.

Rubinho was bare-chested and wore his tattered Bermudas.

-Mark still had his hand in his and looked piercingly into his eyes.

He seemed intent on saying something more, but then gazed back at his
friends, some of whom had turned or lifted their heads to see who he was
talking to.

-Hi, they all said.

He couldn't see their eyes, most of them wore shades. Rubinho saw a range
of bums and bulges. While he was looking he didn't see that Mark was
looking at his crotch. Mark then put his hand on his knee and asked.

-Do you know anything interesting we could see or visit, because we are
quite bored?

-I can show you around every day for a few dollar and some free meals and
drinks, Rubinho said.

-That sounds reasonable and interesting. Each a dollar and we see all of
it.

-I can pick you up tomorrow and I show you what there is to see on a map.

-Great, what time?

-8 am?

-Deal, mate, Mark said. The others agreed too and just smiled.