The Sins of the Father
by N Fourbois
Chapter 12
Monday morning Rufus texted William and Toby to see what they were up to. They had things on in the morning, but were going swimming in the afternoon. Rufus texted back to say he would meet them outside the leisure centre. Otherwise he was a loss about what to do. He did wonder how his brothers were getting on in Newquay, and especially how Hugo was managing. He hoped that he had made his point with Hugo and that there would be no repercussions. He knew Magnus to be a good peacemaker and after a week Hugo would have calmed down and realised that he was out of order in the first instance. The other thing that was exercising Rufus was that his pubes were growing back and had reached that itchy stage. He couldn't parade around the swimming pool scratching his groin all the time and so he decided to shave them again, but eventually he would have to put up with the discomfort and let them grow back completely.
Rufus, Toby and William met outside the leisure centre at just gone one. There were a few more people there than normal, but not all the schools had broken up yet. William's jammers were still attracting attention – either the jammers or their contents. The trio were more boywatched than boywatching. After their swim they decided to cycle back to William's house. Since his mother was at work they had the house and garden to themselves. They wanted a lazy afternoon and decided to spend it sunbathing naked. They wanted to get rid of their tanlines before they took off on their holidays. William found some sun beds and sun screen. He and Toby slapped it on each other with relish and a lot of giggling and then realised that poor Rufus had to struggle to put his own on. That's when they gave him a hand.
They lay there quietly absorbing the sun's rays, occasionally talking. Finally Toby could hold back no more.
"So this bondage and stuff you've got yourself involved with, what's it like?"
"It's hard to describe really. It's like doing stuff, but on another level. You wouldn't think that being beaten with a flail was fun, but my brothers didn't do it very hard and I found it made me feel really horny, horny enough to want sex badly. And when you don't get it, that makes you feel even hornier still."
"So can you do it to yourself, this beating?"
"Not really because you remain in control. Part of the excitement is that you don't know what's going to happen to you. I've tried whipping myself and it does absolutely nothing for me. The other thing is it's important to lose your freedom. If you're not bound and someone causes you pain, then you could give them a smack and walk away, but because you can't escape or retaliate, that's all part of it."
"Could you do it to us?" asked William. Rufus thought.
"I could, I suppose… I'm hesitating to say yes because it's different within the family. We're bound by blood, but I'd be scared to do it to someone outside the family. I might lose a friend, while whatever I do with my brothers, we remain brothers afterwards."
"Can we try it?" implored Toby. "We've been talking about it and I really want to find out what it's like. William and me could do it to one another while you just give us instructions"
"Mmm…" Rufus was thinking deeply. "Let me work out a programme and see what we can do. But let's keep this to ourselves… except my brothers are going to find out because the equipment will have been used. Still, we'll worry about that later."
"So can we do it tomorrow?" asked Toby earnestly.
"I need a bit more time to work on it. Let's say Wednesday, Wednesday morning."
"Okay," said Toby.
"Shall we go for a bike ride tomorrow then?" said William.
"Why are you so keen?" asked Toby.
"I've got some new cycling kit I want to try out."
"Lucky you," said Toby, with not a lot of conviction in his voice.
"It's a present from my father and his partner. Supposed to be for a good school report, but it's all part of the competition against Mum. As long as they don't think I'm stupid enough to fall for it."
"Can't wait to see you in it," said Rufus.
"I thought not."
The next morning they gathered at William's house. When Rufus arrive, Toby was already there and William was out the front ready with his bike. Rufus gasped to see William full frontal. It was a skin tight one piece. The red V of the crotch left nothing to the imagination and contrasted with the light blue of the legs and sides of the bottom half and the colours merged into a pattern on the top. William gave him a twirl and the outline of his butt in red against blue was equally breathtaking.
"You're going to get molested if you go around like that," said Rufus.
"By whom?"
"Me, for instance," replied Rufus as he put his hands up between William's legs and gave his balls a gentle squeeze. William started, took a sudden short breath, grinned and said
"Ooh, cheeky."
"I wonder what Spiderman's wearing now," said Toby, giving the impression that he did not fully approve of his boyfriend's new outfit.
When the boys returned, before Rufus parted, Toby said
"All okay for tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I think so," said Rufus. "Nine-thirty at my place. I'll check and text you later… oh, by the way, bring a bath towel and a spare pair of undies just in case."
"What are they for?" said William.
"Just in case," and Rufus grinned. "I suppose you two are off for a quick snog."
"Yeah, a bit of fun before William's mum gets home."
"Lucky buggers. See ya."
That evening Rufus had a lot of thinking to do. His experience was restricted to what he had done with his two brothers and they weren't here to give him moral support. He saw a comparison between his orthodox sex life and his bondage experiences. He gained far more satisfaction out of being the slave than he did the master. Then it was the pain that turned him on and made him horny. But here was the bit he could not explain to himself. In sexual relations with his brothers he so often ended up as the bottom, not because he considered himself a natural bottom – he wasn't – but he had grown into the position because that's how Hugo and Magnus had enlightened and trained him. He would much rather be the top, but he had to give in to the family pecking order. What was strange to his mind was that from being the sub in bondage he became the dominant force in his relations. His friends had been right when they told him he had to find a boyfriend and this would be particularly important when Hugo and Magnus left home for university. He needed sex with others and masturbation was not sufficient compensation for its loss.
However, he had gone off at a tangent. He was supposed to be forming a programme of pain and torment for his two friends. He wrote some notes on his computer, carried the box of equipment into his own room and checked it over. 'What are these?' he thought. 'Hmm, penis plugs. I haven't seen them before. "Sterilise immediately before each use," it says here. I'll try one of these out on myself when I go to bed.' No cock cage, of course. Three hoods, two blindfolds, two gags (different designs), three head masks, flail, beater, clothes pegs, duct tape, clamps (various), four cuffs, two collars… 'Two collars? I didn't know that.' Two spreader bars, ropes, chains and two pairs of handcuffs… 'I didn't know we had two of those either.'
Rufus sat in his revolving chair looking at his room. 'It would be better here than in the garage. The only shackling points are the head and the foot of the bed. You used to be able to handcuff someone to those old fashioned radiator pipes like the ones at school. One good tug at those microbore pipes and you'd have the whole system down.' He jotted down a few notes on his computer.
Next morning Rufus made sure he was up early.
"What are you doing today?" asked his mother.
"Toby and William are coming round to hang out. They've got a new game they want to try out."
"You ought to be out in the fresh air instead of being stuck in your room in front of a computer."
"It's all right, Mum. We'll be doing some physical activity as well. They're both keen on ball games and we want to build up our suntans before we go off on holiday."
"You won't know what to do with yourself when they're away with their parents."
"'Sokay, Hugo and Magnus will be here and we'll be going on our own holiday soon."
"Anyway, behave yourself and don't disturb the neighbours."
"Do I ever?"
"I meant to mention it when Hugo and Magnus were here, but forgot with the other things on my mind. Mrs Inglestone told me about a week ago. She was passing the house and she heard what she thought sounded like screams coming from the garage."
"Oh?" said Rufus, hoping he wasn't colouring up. "You know what Mrs Inglestone is like. She's a bit deaf. It was probably seagull she heard screaming overhead."
"I'll see you this evening. I might be a bit late."
As soon as he'd seen his mother driving off to the office, Rufus set to work. He wanted to give a good impression and appear professional, or at least as if he knew what he was doing. He went up to his room, cleared off the top of his desk and dressing table, spread towels over them and carefully set out the instruments of torture. Then he got changed into his black tights and waited for his friends to arrive.
The door bell rang. He greeted Toby and William, got them to put their cycles in the garage and took them up to his room. The visitors stared open mouthed at the array of equipment in front of them. He got them to sit down and explained the rules and procedures, emphasising the points that once they had put the collars round their necks – and no one forced them to do that – they were slaves and if they chose to disobey they would be punished, and also the importance of having a safe word. They were all sixteen and so were legal. Rufus handed out the collars and the boys put them on themselves. He then put on the leather helmet that just left his eyes, mouth and chin uncovered and he removed his bath robe to reveal his naked upper body and black tights. Both boys stared at his crotch. It was clear that he was wearing nothing under the tights. Rufus pulled the duvet off his bed and stowed it in his wardrobe. Toby pointed at the wank stains on the bottom sheet and cried out
"Someone's been having fun."
"That's the trouble with having my two brothers away. I have to make my own entertainment." Then, suddenly cross with himself for falling out of character, he barked "Get your kit off, both off you."
"All of it?" questioned William.
"That large pair of scissors is not there for nothing," Rufus grinned. "Toby, you're first. Sit there while I deal with William." William still had his CKs on, but ignoring that, Rufus led him across to the head of the bed, put handcuffs round one wrist, under the bedrail, behind his back and onto the other wrist. William was hardening up already. Rufus brought a black cotton hood across, put it over his head and fastened it round his neck. He drew the zips across the eye slits, but left the mouth slit open. He finished off by putting the headphones over William's ears and switching on the Vivaldi recording.
"That'll keep him occupied," said Rufus as he gave William's balls and hard-on a slow tweak and feel. "Now for you, Toby. Don't get up. Stay seated where you are."
Rufus clipped the chain onto Toby's collar. He had been wise enough to take all his clothes off.
"Put these on." He handed Toby the velcro cuffs. "The small ones on your wrists and the large ones on your ankles." That done he bent down and clipped a spreader bar between his feet. "Now the wrists." He clipped the other bar onto the wrist cuffs. Toby was already hard and dripping precum. Rufus bent forward and licked it up. He lifted his balls, the famous low hangers for which the Cholmondeley brothers were famous at school, and let then dangle over the edge of the chair.
"You're fascinated by my bollocks, aren't you?" said Toby.
"And how. But then I'm fascinated by everybody's bollocks. That's what I like about being gay. Hood next." Rufus put the hood over Toby's head and fastened it, leaving the eye and mouth slits open. He spread a large towel over his bed. "Over to the bed now," he said, tugging at the chain, "and kneel down facing the foot." He took a short cord and bound the spreader bar to the bed rail while Toby held on to it with his hands. "Ready to go?" Toby answered yes and Rufus zipped up the eye slits on the hood, gave his cock a few strokes of a wank and left him to cogitate.
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