The Sins of the Father
by N Fourbois
Chapter 13
It was the first chance Rufus had had that Wednesday morning to check his e-mails. It was not easy sitting at his computer with all the various instruments of torture spread out on his desk, but he managed. He read and, where necessary, answered or forwarded his mails. 'I suppose I'd better get on and entertain these two,' he thought. He got up, crossed the room and closed the windows. 'Just in case Mrs Inglestone happens to be passing.' He poured some water from a thermos flask into a small jug, walked across to William, and without warning pulled on the elastic waistband of his CKs and poured the iced water down inside onto his cock and balls. Surprised, William shouted out. He had no way to know what was going on in the room. At least Toby could hear and when he heard William shout out he wondered what was going on. Rufus stood back. William's CKs had become translucent as the wetness spread. His scrotum had shrivelled as his balls sought refuge inside his body and he had that type of prick which reacts to cold by remaining flaccid, but consolidating so that it poked out like a mini-erection. Rufus took a photograph of the phenomenon. 'That'll keep him occupied for a few minutes.'
It was quite warm in Rufus's room which was good for keeping genitals loose. He went up to Toby and gave his dick a few tugs which were enough to give him an erection and keep it out of the way while he applied a clamp to his sac between his balls and his body.
"They'll be even lower hangers by the time I've finished with you. Should look good at the swimming pool, even better in the showers." The clamp was amazingly easy to fit. It was made so as not to constrict the flow of blood. Then he hung a lead weight at either end of the clamp. "Okay, Toby?"
"Yes, fine," came a muffled voice from inside the hood. "Those weights have pulled my foreskin back and given me a stiffie." Rufus checked, saw a drop of precum on the end, knelt down by the bed, licked it off and gave Toby's dick a few seconds' suck. "Enough pleasure," said Rufus. "Pleasure's got to be earnt through pain."
He picked up the leather beater and brought it down on Toby's right buttock. The sound exaggerated the force, but it didn't seem to move him and so he gave him another stroke, harder this time. Toby's body flinched and the butt cheek was beginning to redden. Rufus whacked it with his hand and started to knead it. 'Ah, far more satisfying,' he thought.
"What about me? My bollocks have frozen off," a plaintiff voice came from William. Rufus looked at him, fetched the ball gag, unzipped the mouth slit of the hood, pinched his nose, pushed the ball in, making sure the breathing hole was in the right position, and fastened the gag at the back of William's head. He then pulled down his slip, let it drop to the floor and William stepped out of it. It was odd to look at William who virtually had no balls, but a slightly contracted, semi-hard snake which bobbed about as he moved his body. It was worth another photo. Rufus prodded him just so that he'd move and make his nob dance up and down. Another photo and then he fetched a towel and dried William off. Despite the warmth in the room he didn't want hypothermia setting in. Rufus tried to coax William's balls back with his hand, but had to satisfy himself with giving his dick a bit of rub which was sufficient to make it stiffen to nearly full length. He started wanking him off, but not sufficiently to make him come. That left him feeling frustrated, a form of torture in itself.
"Sorry, Toby. I'm neglecting you," said Rufus, picking up the flail and giving him two quick strokes on the left butt cheek. "So, what's it to be? Sex or a beating?"
"Sex and a beating," pleaded Toby.
"Sex and a beating, please, sir," emphasised Rufus as he brought the flail down harder over both buttocks. Toby repeated mechanically. Rufus put on a pair of latex gloves, poured some lube over the base of Toby's spine and started to massage it into his butt. After he'd done that he took the flail and gave him another stroke across the arse. The lube made it sting that much more. More lube, this time massaged into crevice, then Rufus started to probe. Both he and Toby were rock hard. Rufus gave a gentle tug and squeeze to Toby's balls, already weighted down by the clamp, making them oily as well. He probed Toby's crevice with his gloved finger, then his rosebud which he penetrated with one finger, followed by two. He took the purple dildo, lubed it, tapped Toby's cheeks, then his crevice with it, then pressed it against his hole, gave a gentle push and it went in like a dream. William had obviously done a good job with stretching his hole on previous occasions. He pushed, pulled and twisted, penetrating deeper with each little thrust. He turned it, pushed it a different angles. The little whimpers and moans emanating from under the hood simply excited Rufus more and more. He felt precum moistening his tights. Finally he could hold back no more. He pulled his tights off, then took off his rubber gloves, discarding them, quickly rolled a jonnie over his rampant cock and in front of his boyfriend violated Toby's inner sanctum, and none too gently. William had no idea his boyfriend was being raped two feet away from him. Rufus could hear the muffled cries of sexual pleasure from under Toby's hood until he screamed out
"Aaagh! You've made me come off!" Rufus couldn't see Toby's dick, but he reached his hand underneath him, caught a wad of Toby's white gold in the palm of hand and licked it off, eventually swallowing. This interlude had distracted Rufus from his shag and so he built up the tension in his loins again until he suddenly shot his load. He withdrew, pulled off the condom, knotted it and put it in the waste paper bin.
Before his orgasm had completely subsided and while his heart was still beating fast, Rufus took the flail and gave Toby two strokes across the arse, but now the anticlimax set in and Rufus felt no more incentive to continue the scene. 'A little unprofessional,' he thought, 'but that must be one of the best shags I have ever had.' He had never had any serious sex with Toby before. 'How many years have I waited for that?'
Rufus pulled his tights back on and tidied things up. He unzipped the eye and mouth slits on Toby's hood, then ripped open the velcro on one of the wrist cuffs.
"You can take the rest off for yourself now, Toby, while I sort William out. Nice red arse you've got. Like a baboon in the mating season. You can go and shower, then get dressed. You know where the bathroom is. Did you enjoy that?"
"I'll tell you for cert when I've got dressed."
Rufus started to attend to William. He removed the headphones, followed by the gag which had been causing William to dribble copiously, soaking the hood, and unzipped the eye slits. He took off the handcuffs which released William from the bed and he could remove his own hood.
"Okay," said William, "when's my turn?"
"You'll have to wait till tomorrow now – that's if you're up for it…"
"I'm up for it okay," he interrupted.
"I've got to get all the towels and hoods and things in the washing machine and dried before the parents come home. Then there's all the equipment to clean and disinfect."
"Where's Toby?"
"In the shower. When he's finished, go into the bathroom and get a hot shower, or better still," Rufus looked at William's shrivelled empty ballsack and weenie, "a hot bath. Did you bring a towel and spare underwear as I said?"
"Yes, just in case."
Rufus took off his headmask and tights, pulled on a slip and a pair of cargoes and finished dressing with a tee shirt, socks and trainers. He could shower when the lads had gone home and the cleaning up had been completed.
"When you're dressed, William, we'll go and get something from the fish and chip shop, eat it in the garden and have a debrief. Try not to talk to Toby about it till then."
Rufus put the towels, hoods, tights and William's undies into the washing machine. Passing the front door he noticed that the postman had been. Among the letters were two postcards and a long thin packet addressed to Messrs M, H and R Lindstrom. 'Ah, I know what that is, and the postcards, one to Mum and Dad and one to me, pictures of Newquay. I wonder who they're from.' He read the one addressed to him. «Dearest Baby Brother, having fun. Weather is here, wish you were lovely. Love Magnus and Hugo» 'Doesn't tell me much – Magnus's handwriting.'
Eventually the three boys were ready. It was one o'clock. Where had the morning gone? They had to get their cycles from the garage if they wanted the chips to be hot when they got back home.
When they returned from the chip shop Rufus took the washing out of the machine and put it in the dryer. He warmed some plates under the hot tap and the boys put their chips on them. Armed with salt, vinegar, tomato ketchup and a can of drink each, they went out onto the patio and relaxed in the sun.
"So what did you think?" asked Rufus.
"I felt a bit cheated," said William, "having to wait until tomorrow. It's almost as if you two have been initiated into something and I haven't. The iced water was a bit of a shock. Having said that, I thought I went through the mill psychologically, not being able to hear or see. That Vivaldi added to the torture and I completely lost any idea of time."
"That's how it's meant to be," said Rufus. "That was my invention. Hugo concentrates on the physical side and Magnus on the sexual. Together we make quite a good team. So, how about you, Toby?"
"I was surprised. Yes, the beatings hurt, but they half made me feel horny too. And do you usually shag as hard as that?"
"Not when I'm making love, but in a scene no quarter is given. You didn't use your safe word, I notice, so I take it you enjoyed it."
"What? You shagged my boyfriend?" said William in mock indignation.
"It's all right, William. It was all in the line of duty and I didn't enjoy it. You were standing there, two feet away, and didn't do anything to stop me. You didn't even protest. Anyway, it only counts as a real shag if you don't use a condom." They fell about laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. "What about the weights on your balls?"
"Strangely, I liked it. It didn't hurt and I liked the pressure. Can I borrow that gizmo?"
"'Fraid we need it in stock, but I can tell you where to get one from, or I'll get you one next time we place an order," said Rufus, "talking of which, this arrived in the post today. Can either of you tell me what it is?"
"A super slim dildo for really tight arses like William's?"
"My arse is only tight, Toby, because your weenie is so thin and weedy you have to wiggle it around when it's in before it can touch the sides."
"You're one to talk about weenies after today's exhibition," laughed Toby.
"Anyway, to get back to my package," said Rufus.
"I thought we were talking about your postal delivery," cracked William and three boys dissolved into loud guffaws. Rufus took a knife and cut the wrapping.
"Here it is," said Rufus "a riding crop, and you, William, are going to be the first to feel it. Best quality leather."
"Oooh! I can't wait."
"Rufus, you haven't told us what you thought," said Toby.
"It went okay, but I feel I'm the wrong person to carry out the punishment. I find the B and the D great. I'm okay with the M. They all make me hard. Not so much with the S. I can go through the actions, but not with full conviction. I haven't got that killer instinct. Now my brother Hugo, he has. The other thing is I need a strong hook in my room so that we can suspend slaves. At the moment we have to do it from the rafters in the garage, but that has certain disadvantages."
"Why's that?" asked William?
"If someone's strung up, we can give him the full range of services, but it's a bit difficult otherwise. It was hard for me to suck Toby's dick. Now I could have easily sucked you, William, but it would have been difficult to give you a good thrashing. Do you see?"
"Mmm, I understand that now."
"Lads, I've got work to do if the parents aren't to find out what we've been up to," said Rufus. He emptied the clothes dryer, gave William his CKs back and tidied up the chip papers. "Are you okay for tomorrow, William? 9.30 sharp or you'll be severely punished. And you'll be there to support your boyfriend, Toby?"
"I'll be there with him all the way." The boys fetched their cycles from the garage and were on their way. Toby appeared reluctant to sit on the saddle.
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