Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 11:06:45 -0700
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shackled Love in Brazil: The Sequel Part 2

SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL PART II by Aihu Fist

chapter 2

The big black man, called Nelson, got onto his feet and looked at the white
body which he had just conquered. Johnny did not move a finger. We do not
know whether he was pretending to be asleep or if he acted like it so that
the negro would leave him alone. The scene after battle would have been
inspirational for a man like Caravaggio; Nelson, as a black dragon who had
slain David. As if he read my thoughts, Nelson placed his heavy foot
triumphantly on Johnny's back and imagined himself the proud killer of a
British soldier during the Zulu wars, and as if to convince himself that he
actually `killed' the soldier, he traced his foot backwards, letting the
heel of it climb a kerb of soft spongy flesh which parted as soon as the
heel descended the tussock, and ended on its side nearly crushing the boy's
nuts. His toes anchored themselves in the wet anus. Yes, this was the place
of victory, Nelson thought while he rubbed the hole, which was still soft
and moist.

Nelson smiled, for it was barely a year ago when he had escaped prison,
then most infamous in Brazil, called carandiru (the TupĂ­ name of a
very tiny but dangerous fish from the Amazon river). The place had only
space for 1500 inmates, but there were 4000 at the time he was there. He
had learned the hard way to survive. He had been convicted for rape of a
thirteen year old when he was barely four years older than his
victim. Nelson knew he had been unfortunate to have raped a kid on his own
birthday. His friends, who were always four to five years his junior, and
able to stay away from his clutches, decided to give him a nice birthday
present. Nelson had often teased them, when they were alone on the beach or
in the wood, where they had their tree house, that if he wanted to, he
could grab anyone of them and fuck one. The reason why he said that was
that they always begged him for a lesson in how to get laid. Nelson
repeatedly said that one of them could play the girl and he would play the
boy who would fuck her. That caused lots of boys to giggle sheepishly; they
never dared to tell him in the face that they were a bit wary of him. In
order to kill two birds with one stone, they thought they'd call his bluff
with a boy who was the laughing stock at school, because of his Nancy
demeanour. Surely If he ´d fuck that boy then he would not dream of
fucking them, they presumed.

Nelson went down memory lane for a few more minutes. The boys were a bunch
of bullies at school and had managed to bring their victim up to a tree
house they had built together. It was his birthday and that was the day
they had chosen to get the instruction in sex with the opposite
gender. They found Nelson in the garage where he worked as an
apprentice. It was a Wednesday, he recalled, he had the afternoon off. The
garage closed after 2pm and the kids had been waiting for him around the
corner.

"Hey Blackie (his nickname and he did not mind it), we got something for
you. Come with us, we got a present for your birthday."

They jumped on their BMXs and rode fast to the wood, which was half a
kilometre away from school and the garage. So he happily tagged along on
his moped. Nelson had forgotten about his own birthday; in his mind he was
still the twelve year old and the only friends he made were from around
that age group, he could not relate to adults, let alone his own
age. Nelson hadn't had much of an education and was basically an
illiterate. He had grown up far away from schools and before long he ended
up working in the garage. The owner who was a negro too had always been
very mean to Nelson. If Nelson was caught doing something wrong he would
beat the shit out of him with his belt but he had his mum to run to for
cover. She'd come over and rap the owner about the abuse. She overprotected
him, one could argue. She was the only one who cared, though.

When Nelson climbed the ladder of the tree house, the kids, who were three
gorgeous ones in their early teens, began to sing HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Only then
it dawned on him that there was something in store for him. He hesitated
and became aware of the act he had played for so many years. He realised
they looked up to him, which was not a surprise as after all he was four
years their senior and could teach them a thing or two. So often they had
asked him why he had no girlfriend yet. He always brushed the questions off
by saying that he had not found the right one yet, or he was too tired from
work to run after them, or he had not enough money to spend on them. They
then replied they would find him one that would not ask for presents, but
one that would allow him to kiss her or fondle her.

Maybe that day had come. His throat dried up instantly. He was not the
macho type but only played that part to keep the pressure at bay. When he
strolled through town with in their company and saw some chicks he would
whistle at them just to impress the kids. Deep down in his heart he yearned
for the boys's bodies. In point of fact, in his imagination, in bed, he
undressed each and one of them. He feverishly masturbated over with the
visions of stealing their cherry.

Once they went swimming in the municipal pool and he got hold of a pair of
undies which he had preserved like a treasure until this day. He kept in a
plastic bag so that the urine smell would not never fade.

Nelson, looked down and yelled, "Thanks kids, that is really sweet of you,
I hope it is a nice present, you bought me. If not, some of you will be my
most cherished present, you hear?"

The kids had called his bluff and he was about to find out the minute he
stuck his head through the entrance, which was a manhole size opening in
the tree house floor. The ladder to it was made from branches and not
really stable at all, especially for Nelson who weighed about fifty
kilograms. Right there, in front of him, sat a blonde white girl in front
of the middle post. Her legs were closely knit together like decent girls
sit, but most probably because he was told not to give away that he was a
boy. "Don't show him your package yet." Jerome had been briefed him into
details about how to present himself to Nelson.

"Come on, Blackie, move your butt, `open up' your present!" The boys
hollered below his bum.

"Yee gods, who is this???"

He could not believe his eyes. He trembled on his legs and hesitated to
make the next step and get onto the floor. The `girl' stared at him like a
doe who knows that it is her last minute in life.

"OK, OK." Nelson blurted and shot up through the `manhole' to sit close to
his present.

The boys grew impatient, they too wanted to move into the house and enjoy
the `unwrapping' of the gift, and hopefully a bit more than that would
follow. It was impossible to find a schoolgirl alone, girls always went
home in groups. But silly Jerome, with his long flax blond hair, his long
eyelashes reminded everyone of a pretty girl. They knew Jerome lived near
the wood where they had built their tree house. Jerome always wanted to be
part of the gang and play with them. Despite them teasing and bullying
throughout the year, Jerome always hoped for the improvement of the
relationship with his peers.

How did this all start? The boys had brainstormed about what to buy for
Nelson's birthday. Buying? None of them had any money to spend.

"He likes girls but he never had one," Indio explained.

"True, and his favourites, he said, are blonde ones." Julius added.

"Well, no girl is going to offer herself to him just like that. Those
blonde tarts look down their noses at a negro or coloured boys like us."
Monito snapped.  Monito knew what he was talking about. He was the clown of
the class, his face grimaced like a monkey when he needed the attention
badly. Everyone knew about his antics. His real name was Jair, but Monito
which was not meant as a racist slur at all, was much closer to his real
character .  There were four blonde chicks in the class and none was
available. Then one day at the gym Monito had an idea, a grand idea. It was
simple and easy to do, he thought. He and the classmates had just finished
a football match and were lining up for the showers that day, all sweaty
and exhausted, some on the bench waiting for their turn. Soon with the
steam, from the hot water, turned the communal bathroom into a sauna. Most
of the showers had no doors. Monito got up and went looking to see if there
was one vacant. The teacher was not there, so it was quite chaotic and
anarchistic an atmosphere in which all boys talked at the top of their
voices, told jokes or jousted with one another. In that raucous ambiance he
stopped by a shower cubicle where a thin figure, white as the first
snowflakes, was sopping himself, the water running over his tousled
hair. Seen from the back it was breathtaking. It looked like a genie taking
a bath in a waterfall. Monito could not deny the arousal he felt
within. His boner fought off the towel that covered it. He recalled his
instant thoughts, of it was a nice chick.The shock was big when he realised
there were no girls taking showers in here. Good grief, then that must be
our...J J Jerooome! He hurriedly ran back to his mates, Julius and Indio
and asked them to come an have a look for themselves. Of course they walked
casually to the shower and queued up. They did not want to create the
impression that they were faggots. Slowly Jerome turned round. it was still
foggy in the shower and his ghostly face pierced through the shroud of
water that gushed and gushed, now descending and covering his private
parts.

"He will do," Julius whispered.  "The perfect birthday gift for Blackie."
Indio only snickered.

Jerome stood immobile when he saw all three lining up in front of the
shower. he had no idea why they were together, he thought hard of what they
had in mind for him, looking at him like that. Surely they would make him
trip or push him around when he came out of it, or pull his hair and call
him a poof, as usual. What would he find in his schoolbag or in his locker?
He was worried, but he would not let them notice it. He stepped out of the
fog, took his towel from the peg on the tiled wall and scooted past
them. The threesome looked at him in a way as if he was something they had
never seen before, a new pupil. Once he had wrapped the towel around his
hips Monito knew he would fit the bill. Jerome, on the other hand, was
pleasantly surprised by their apathy. Nothing had happened to him, they let
him be.

The next day when walking home alone on a dirt track the threesome caught
up with him.

"Hey Jerome, wait up."

Indio, who was a real Kairriri-Xoco Indio, but born in the city of Maceio,
had a name that was too difficult to remember. He winked at his two friends
and piped, "Come on move your arses, we must catch up with him and get him
over to our treehouse. Tell him that we want him in our group, swear an
oath of everlasting friendship through thick and thin!"

Jerome stopped because Indio blocked his vision by standing in front of
him, the two others stood by his sides.

"Please don't hurt me, boys. I need to help my granny, she is very ill, you
know."

"Oh, we feel sorry for you, Jerome. Really we do." Julius spoke. The latter
was the boss of the little gang. He could shed a few kilos which would
enhance his looks, it was obvious that he had a few negro genes in his
bloodline. He was taller that the rest and meaner too, if he wanted
too. Curly hair, a black tuft above his upper lip and mumbled more than he
talked.

"Listen we have a great idea; we want you to be our friend and therefore we
have decided to invite you to our tree house, which you wanted to see for
ages. What do you say?"

Jerome's eyes shone with pride and joy. They made friends, this was the end
of bullying him. He believed them but said, "Thank you for this invite, but
my granny needs me now."

"OK," Monito spoke and tugged at his crotch. "Tomorrow we meet again here
and from there we will walk together to the house, our house in the trees."

Indeed, the day after at exact the same time and place they met and guided
Jerome to a big tree, a tree four adults could stand around holding
hands. Jerome smiled from ear to ear when he climbed the ladder first. He
felt honoured and proud! The others followed suit. The wooden floor had
cushions and some cutlery strewn around. The floor was big enough for four
adults to sit on, so with their lithe and thin bodies the teens had ample
space.

"Our fathers helped to build this platform around this tree," Julius
explained.

It looked like an Indian banyan tree but it was in fact a mango
tree. Everywhere from the branches hung those fruits, free to pick and eat.

"OK, before we chat like friends we must swear loyalty to each other and
secrecy about anything that may and will happen in this house. No adult,
not even our parents are to know what we do here," Julius explained.


"Hold up your hands and let me spit in each hand palm. Every drop of my
spit you must swallow and say `I swear'.

"I swear, they said one after another."

But Jerome did not like the idea, however, like he other two he licked up
Julius' saliva and swallowed it. Julius was definitely the youngest
godfather the world has known. He ordered them around like a real Corleone.

"Monito, hurry up, bring on the whiskey and four glasses."

"We need to celebrate this new friendship and the arrival of a new member."


He filled up the glasses and ordered a toast. Jerome had never tasted a
drop of alcohol in his entire young life, and now they were going to spoon
feed him whiskey like it was some fizzy drink? He set the glass to his
lips, smelled it and nearly gagged. The three washed it down through their
gullets and next three pairs of eyes looked intently at him to see if would
emulate the example. Jerome closed his eyes and swallowed fast. He had
stood the test of manhood, he thought. The threesome gave him a big hand
and patted him on the back. Next, they cracked jokes, even Jerome knew a
joke or two that they enjoyed. Monito thought that Jerome, despite being a
faggot in his eyes, was not so bad a boy at all, but that he intended to
keep to himself.

They all wore school black shoes, white socks, a pair of marine blue
shorts, matching a blazer of the same colour over a white short sleeve
shirt, and a striped tie. It was definitely inspired by British school
uniforms. No one but Julius had hair on their legs. Probably none but
Julius again, had any pubic hair growth whatsoever! Here they were, acting
like adults with some Machiavellian ideas in mind for their new member!
Jerome like the rest got a second and third glass, and before long it had
gotten to their heads, but not as much as for Jerome, who was about to pass
out. In simple language he was drunk.