The Sins of the Father
by N Fourbois
Chapter 2
The twins slept in a large double bed. It had been their idea. They could have had separate rooms. Because they were twins Rufus accepted the idea as normal and had never questioned it. It was a concession in their upbringing as separate entities. A wise parent will judge where to push an agenda and where not to.
"Rufus, are you up for anything?" asked Hugo.
"Nearly anything," he replied to give himself a get out clause, shedding his bath robe and leaving himself clad only in a jockstrap. "Where's the gel?"
"Hold on, dear little brother. The way you're dressed you are obviously offering us the services of that pert little bottom of yours," said Magnus.
"And we may well take it," said Hugo.
"I shall be jolly disappointed if you don't," retorted Rufus.
"Calm down and listen, little bro," said Magnus. "Do you know what bondage is?"
"It's where you tie people up before having sex with them."
"That's right," said Hugo. "Magnus and I have been looking at some stuff on the internet and got rather interested and so our presents to each other have been certain 'articles' and we now want to try them out."
"On me?"
"No, no, no, dear little brother," replied Magnus. "When have we ever hurt you?"
"Well, not intentionally, I s'pose," Rufus conceded reticently.
"We want you to try it out on us," said Hugo.
"What? Bondage?"
"That's right," said Magnus.
"You said 'have we ever hurt you?' So this involves pain?"
"A little bit," Magnus continued. "It's supposed to enhance the sexual exhilaration."
"And does it?"
"That's what we want to find out," said Hugo.
"Don't they call that masochism?"
"That's right," said Magnus. "Masochists are people who get a sexual thrill from suffering pain."
"As opposed to sadists who are sexually stimulated by inflicting pain and discomfort," continued Hugo "and so you get BDSM."
"What does the D stand for?"
"Domination because the free person causing the pain dominates the shackled person."
"And do straight people do this?" asked Rufus.
"Of course," said Magnus. "More so because there are more of them and it's usually the woman who dominates."
The twins watched as the bulge in Rufus's jockstrap swelled. He didn't have to say anything. His interest had been captured.
"So what have you bought?"
"We'll show you," said Hugo. "We tossed up for it and Magnus is going to go first."
"Did you win or lose the toss, Magnus?"
"I won, of course," he grinned. Hugo went round the room switching off the lights until one bedside light was left on. The bed had already been stripped and towels laid out. Magnus went to his desk and opened the drawer usually kept locked. He produced a black leather collar, like a dog's collar, with protruding spikes. Hugo strapped it round his neck. Rufus already felt the pressure of his dick against his jockstrap without knowing why it had stiffened. He adjusted himself so that it was pointing north. The elastic waistband was chafing his frenulum, but that just increased his excitement.
"What's the point of that?" asked Rufus. He had half of the answer in his jockstrap. Hugo produced a chain and clipped it onto the D-ring.
"It gives you control like a dog lead. Magnus took off his bath robe. There was a large, giveaway damp patch on his white slip. He then hauled four black nylon cuffs out of his drawer. The two smaller ones he wound round his wrists and adjusted the velcro, and the larger pair round his ankles. He then lowered his slip and took it off. Rufus was always fascinated when Magnus's cut cock won its freedom and bounced around in the air, but this time his amazement knew no bounds.
Magnus, you've shaved your pubes off. What did you do that for?"
"You'll find out."
"It makes you dick look larger."
"I didn't do it for that reason 'cos I've got the largest dick of us three anyway."
"Bollocks!" exclaimed Hugo. "We're twins and so ours are bound to be the same size. Mine's longer anyway because I've got a foreskin and Peewee there is only just out of nappies."
"What rubbish. Mine's bigger than either of yours," protested Rufus. Hugo's cock was rather like his own, fully flaccid and hanging loosely at the vertical or stiff and at an angle with the foreskin fully retracted. You'd need a micrometer to measure the difference.
Hugo took the chain and led Magnus across to the bed and told him to lie on it. From the wardrobe he took two metal bars.
"These are called spreader bars." He clipped the first one to the ankle cuffs. "That'll stop him kicking and running away." The second one he attached to his wrist cuffs. From the drawer he took two karabiners and attached one spreader to the bottom of the bed and one to the head. Magnus was obviously enjoying it for his cock was as stiff as a ramrod and producing precum profusely. "He's almost immobilised now, Rufus. Just one or two refinements."
"Can I lick that precum off his dick?"
"He can't stop you. You can do whatever you like, but if you suck him, don't make him come off or you'll spoil the fun. With practice you can bring him to the brink and just stop."
"Hey, stop talking about me like that. I'm here, you know."
"That's another thing. If he talks too much, you can either put a gag in his mouth, or a snaffle like a horse's bit or just a piece of duct tape. However, that can be dangerous if his nose gets blocked, but it will make him scream when you rip it off." Rufus gave his tackle a tight squeeze and shuddered.
"Just two refinements and that will do for tonight," said Hugo. He produced a blindfold and put it round Magnus's head and finally he plugged a walkman into Magnus's ears. He's immobilised and can only smell and feel what's going on around him. Lick that precum up and we'll get on. Check the door's locked, but somehow I don't think Mum and Dad will disturb us tonight." Hugo undid the karabiner that held the ankle bar and pulled Magnus's legs towards his head, holding them there. "Hold this while I rub some lube into his hole." Magnus shuddered when he felt the cold. "Get that jock off, Rufus, and get a jonnie on. It's your turn first while I hold the bar. Give him a good seeing to." Rufus knelt at the bottom of the bed, lined himself up and pressed home. Magnus was always easy to penetrate, but you had to watch out that his sphincter didn't clamp you on the way out. He was so worked up it didn't take him long to come. Hugo dropped his robe off, rolled on a condom and with Rufus holding the bar, he continued where Rufus had left off. Groans of pleasure were escaping from Magnus's mouth. After Hugo had finished the bar was re-attached to the bedrail and the two boys cleaned themselves up. Rufus put his jock back on though it was cold, damp and sticky.
The boys gave Magnus a few moments to calm down.
"On another occasion we could oil his balls and dick and jerk him off," said Hugo. "First good reason for shaving your pubes." Rufus removed the walkman, then the blindfold. Magnus blinked and grinned. "Disappointed?" asked Hugo.
"No way. I'd do it again anytime." Rufus ripped open the velcro on the wrist cuffs and Magnus bent forward to undo the ankle cuffs. Then he was free. "I still feel horny, little brother. So do I get the rest of my birthday present?" Rufus took up the position and Hugo started to lube his hole. Magnus was about to roll on a condom when Rufus said
"Don't I deserve a snog. I need some foreplay." Magnus obliged and after his exertions he slowly brought himself to orgasm in Rufus's hole. As they relaxed, Hugo tidied away and finally all three chilled out.
"I suppose tonight's activities qualify us. Did we all enjoy ourselves?" asked Hugo. There was general agreement. "Then, Magnus, you are officially a masochist, while Rufus and I are officially sadists."
"We'll change that around over the coming week," said Magnus. Rufus looked at the clock.
"One o'clock. Officially it's no longer your birthday. Time for bed I think."
Rufus didn't bother to go back to his room that night.
The boys were woken up around nine o'clock by raised voices. It sounded as if their parents were arguing, something rare in itself. They quickly went back to sleep, woke again an hour later and decided that even though it was Sunday, they ought to get up. One by one they finally appeared in the kitchen to find their mother in a terse mood, busying herself with household chores. After making themselves some breakfast, they soon felt the atmosphere and decided to make themselves scarce as soon as possible.
"Where's Dad?" asked Hugo.
"Probably in the sitting room reading the papers."
The three boys went along to the sitting room to say good morning.
"You'd better avoid your mother for a while," said Carl.
"We didn't," replied Magnus. "Is she cross with us?"
"She's cross with all of us. She's finding it hard to accept that you're gay, even though she knew in her heart of hearts beforehand that you are. And now she's blaming everyone, me because she thinks that's where it came from – and she may well be right – and you because you are."
"We didn't choose it," objected Magnus.
"I know that. She knows it too, but won't admit it. Somebody's got to take the blame. And lastly herself – if we'd conceived you a month later or a month earlier, it wouldn't have happened."
"But that's daft."
"Women's logic. Anyway, keep a low profile and give her a chance to get over it. We're eating tonight. I hope she'll be over it by then."
The boys went out into the garden to kick a ball around, which they did unenthusiastically.
The mood in the house had improved by dinner and the boys assumed that everything had returned to normal. The following day, Monday was a working day and so with parents out at work the boys were left to their own devices. Officially they were on exam leave, but Rufus had finished his GCSEs and Hugo and Magnus their A-levels and so they were on extended holiday until their recall to school for the last week of the summer term.
"It's Hugo's turn to be the sub today," announced Magnus.
"What are you talking about?" asked Rufus as he tucked into his breakfast muesli.
"The sub is the one who's subjugated, the slave, the one who's tied up," said Magnus.
"As opposed to the dom – the dominator or dominatrix, but she doesn't need to concern us.
"So what are we going to do today?" asked Rufus.
"Shopping," said Hugo.
"Ugh," exclaimed Rufus.
"And then we're going to give Hugo his little treat this afternoon while Mum and Dad are still at work."
"But first we need a discussion," continued Hugo.
"What sort of discussion?"
"Family meeting? Business meeting?"
"Okay. Go ahead."
"We assume," said Magnus "you enjoyed yourself last night."
"What? When we had dinner at the country club?"
"No, dickhead," said Hugo. "The cabaret afterwards in our bedroom."
"You need to explain better," protested Rufus. "Yes, of course I did. I can't really deny it after the way you two were ogling my stiff dick all the time."
"Okay," said Magnus. "Let's get on. You see, Hugo and I have spent quite a bit of money getting the gear together and we have got only the most basic equipment."
"And so," said Hugo "we were wondering whether you'd like to chip in."
"How much?"
"We've committed a hundred and fifty quid each," said Hugo.
"We haven't spent all that yet, but it won't go very far," said Magnus.
"We saved a bit by getting nylon canvas cuffs instead of soft leather ones," said Hugo.
"But there are still some basic things we need."
"Such as?"
"Dildos and handcuffs," said Magnus.
"Ropes or straps," said Hugo.
"Or both. Hoods like the ones executioners wear on films or they put on the condemned man's head."
"A proper gag, whips and beaters."
"And that's just capital equipment," said Magnus. "There are the sundries that need replacing – lube, condoms, razors and shave gel, clothes pegs and candles…"
"Clothes pegs and candles?" exclaimed Rufus.
"That's advanced stuff," explained Hugo. "Clothes pegs are cheaper than nipple clamps." Rufus shuddered.
"And candles," said Magnus "can be used to give a cosier atmosphere instead of electric light and some people like the molten wax to be poured onto their bodies."
"That's a bit extreme," said Hugo "but it happens."
"Another reason to shave your pubes," said Magnus. "You can peel the wax off your skin, but it's very hard to get it out of your hair."
"How do you know all this?" enquired Rufus.
"The internet, of course," answered Hugo.
"And how did you get interested in all this in the first place?"
"We read a story on a website," said Hugo.
"The Story of Tim by Jack Rowan," said Magnus. "You can google it. It's on iomfats."
"Why haven't you told me about this?"
"We didn't want to shock or frighten you," answered Hugo. Rufus looked unimpressed.
"So, Rufus," said Magnus. "Are you in?"
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