Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2013 06:02:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL 20 by Aihu Fist

SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL part 20

by AIHU FIST

Now that Ronaldinho had Rubinho as a teacher of sexual perversions, and a
gringo teacher of seminal knowledge, Dad must have felt a bit left out in
the sexual theatre. He decided to take up the position of the head priest
on Sundays. He would dress like a real Angolan tribal ancestor, he thought,
in the leopard skin that had been passed on generation after generation,
which came with the sacred sheath for a huge priest penis, which any novice
had to touch and unwrap. Once he'd appear as the supreme leader on Sundays,
he would impress not only Rubinho, Ronaldinho, mum and the but he would
start a traditon here on Brazilian soil unheard of before. He would invent
rituals for slaves to obey him blindly and en force himself on them, make
them suck his African knowledge. In short he would create a tribe of ritual
cocksuckers and when he had enough of them, he would dispose of them
discretely in the forest.

The Terra Vermelha (red earth) was a National Park, inhabited by an
acculturated Indian tribe known as the Pataxo. Most of them had lost their
traditions and ways of living because of the Portuguese genocide. They were
the first victims of Alvaro Cabral's soldiers who skewered them onto their
rapiers when they set foot on the shores of what is Bahia de Salvador. In
the 20th century they found some members in the city of that tribe who
still spoke their tribal tongue. Also the Jesuits had written down the
language somewhere in the 17th century and those archives were found by
anthropologists. With those archives they were teaching the language to the
younger generation. Then the Pataxo obtained some land from the government
and on that land they rebuilt a village the way their ancestors used
to. Having recreated their habitat and reconstructed themselves an new
identity they felt that they were alive again. However, they needed new
blood and white blood was not so much a problem as for centuries they
survived physically by mixing with whites and slaves.

Dad had established a good relationship with the chief and the shaman of
that village, the latter whom was very interested in Dad's trading
proposals. They shared a history of shamanic practices and a history of
victims of genocide nd slavery. Today, the Pataxo counted about 300 men of
which more than half were younger than 25 and only had a dozen young women,
7 younger than 15 years of age. They needed more shamans, the shaman had
said and he was already in his mid forties. He would welcome any new blood
in boys and shaman, he had confessed to Dad. So, the latter thought, he
could trade or sell a few of his gringos to the tribe.

 Adjacent to the tribe's village was a plot of land for sale where no one
lived, not so long ago, not even the Indians would dare venture into that
area as they were scared of traps. Just before they got 666, dad had
invested in that land and he had a lease on it for fifty years. He could
grow hemp. With Brazilian labourers he would not be able to pull it off and
they'd find out. Now with the Pataxo as allies everything would remain a
secret. With the boys as slaves he could kill two birds with one stone;
seven twinks working and living on the plantations. They would have to work
just like real slaves, 18 hrs a day, and get their naked arses whipped if
they didn't do well. He would transport them at night, he thought, and
house them in slave quarters at the Pataxo's.

Meanwhile, Dad was becoming dependent on drugs for the slaves. It would be
the centre of his activities and the slave house in the city could continue
its show and occasionally abduct better or new boys for the plantation and
Indians, because those seven young bucks wouldn't last very long on the
fields. Since he had invested so much in them he had to keep them 'new' as
long as he could. Of course they had to be dehumanized first. This had been
done while on the first night they were still in a comatose state with
Rohypnol.It was Mum's task to shave their eyebrows; the hair on the arms,
anus hair, nose hairs, anything hairy was plucked out, even hair around the
nipples was removed. This was a weekly task which often resulted in waxing
full bodies, legs and all. Dad thought of creating one she-male to please
the shaman and chief with. So, he was thinking of 667 to be fed with
estrogen hormones. He would look nice with boobs. No, no handsome boys with
breasts, he thought. Maybe, just one, to entice the other boys into fucking
him.

Chastity belts had been designed by Rubinho, it had what the boy called, an
Anusfier, something like a pacifier but for the arsehole, the size of a
very big aubergine. Say about twenty centimeters long and 4 in
diameter. That would keep them in check, Rubinho hoped, and prepared to be
fuckable at any time. The aubergines were of course not real ones, they had
been modeled in resin after they had made a plaster cast of the real
aubergine. They had several made with the lost wax techniques. He had
anusfiers in the shape of a banana, a carrot, and eggplant.

He had also designed hoods for the slaves. The advantage for the slaves of
wearing the hoods was that they wouldn't see each other's dicks and get
horny. However, it was Dad's homework to compare the erections they
sported. Each and one of the boys was to be available at all times and thus
remain healthy. Rubinho followed Dad, measured and wrote down the exact
size of the endowment. It turned out that Mark was 19 cms long and 10 in
girth, for Luc it was 16 cm by 12 (but when hard it grew into a hard-on of
22), Kees was proud of his 22 by 14, the Viking Bard sported an average of
17,5 by 12, first slave, 666 loved to show off his 23 by 14, the unmanly
667 just over the average size was content with a whopping 19 by 13, and
last but not least cute 668 with 21,5 by 12.

Sometimes, dad or Rubinho licked the penis of the slaves who they assumed
were not gay oriented, but licking did the trick much better than the quick
masturbatory job. They all reacted like healthy boys, and grew long and
strong erections, getting stronger after each lick.

-Be careful, dad said they might erupt in your face. Now, I believe we got
all about the morphology of our slaves on record.

Dad got his camera out and took close ups of the different genitalia from
different angles. The red one had a very interesting butt crack, which was
so photogenic. Dad took a number of photos of the ginger and freckled wooly
crack. He couldn't help to stick his finger up there while he oozed some
more between his thighs. This was truly the exhibitionistic character of
his which his apprentices watched with awe. None of the Europeans were
circumcised and the balls were big which meant according to some scientists
that the owners of such ball are very promiscuous.

-Those virgin asses, dad thought, tomorrow I must break them all, but the
redbutt comes first. Then Rubinho can have him after me. Or should I pop
Mark's cherry first, just to spoil it for Rubinho whose favorite newcomer
it is?

The boys were fed routinely on squash, yams, and drugs. Too many carbs or
proteins on the menu would spoil their youthly wasp waist curves, though,
so he wanted the boys to slim down somewhat more, as Dad preferred them
slim and slender and lean. Mark and Luc tended to grow somewhat fat around
the middle, and so did 666 and 667. So diet was the compulsory thing of the
day.

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