The Sins of the Father

by N Fourbois

Chapter 38

Rufus and Toby went out to the garage. The curtains had already been drawn and a piece of hardboard placed across the window.

"Here's the collar. Put it round your neck." While he was doing that, Rufus put his black helmet on. "Yes, that's fine. By the way, the helmet is sometimes called a gimp mask." At that point Michel came in, dressed in his black tights and hood. "This is my assistant, Monsieur X, and that is what you will call him."

"Yes, sir."

"Now take all your clothes off except your undies." Toby was standing there in his slip and trainers. "Now the cuffs." He put on the ankle cuffs on first, followed by the wrist cuffs. Rufus attached a spreader bar to his ankles, then one between his wrists. He tied a cord onto the bar between his wrists with a clove hitch, threw the other end over a rafter and pulled up the slack. "Hold this a minute, Monsieur X, while I get the steps." Rufus climbed up the steps and pulled the cord through until Toby's hands were hoisted above his head, but not too high or uncomfortable. He didn't want him standing on tiptoe and he wanted a bit of give. He took the blindfold and joined the velcro at the back of Toby's neck. Then the headphones and finally the gag. Toby bucked a bit at the gag, but Rufus just had to pinch his nose and Toby's mouth automatically opened. Rufus checked that the breathing hole in the ball was properly aligned.

"That's it for now. We just leave him. He can't see. All he can hear is white noise. He can't hear us. He can't speak. All he can do is feel. In a few moments he'll have lost all idea of time. But we must keep a close eye on him. If he goes blue, or anything else goes wrong, we set him free immediately. There's a Stanley knife to cut the rope. Now we'd better get our kit off. It'll make it easier for later on. We're not going to hurt him, but he doesn't know that. We are, however, going to give him a good seeing to… among other things. Take your time." Rufus set his watch to time fifteen minutes.

Rufus's watch beeped.

"Okay, there's work to be done." He took a large pair of scissors and with two snips through the waistband Toby's slip lay on the floor."

"You can't do that, Rufus," protested Michel.

"I've done it. He knows the rules of the game and he was told to bring some spare gear. Bondage is a different world. Can you lube up Toby's hole, please, Mike? Use the K-Y, not the baby oil, and there are some rubber gloves in the crate if you prefer."

"No, it's okay. My fingers have been in stickier situations than this," he grinned. Michel took his time and made thorough job of it, eliciting moans of pleasure from the sub.

"You looked as if you were enjoying that, Mike."

"Yeah, I think I hit the P-spot a couple of times."

"Pass me the butt plug from the crate. No, the pink one with the stopper at the end. The black one's a dildo. That's it. Oh, we'd better lube that as well," said Rufus, passing it back to Michel.

Rufus gelled his fingers and took his time parting Toby's cheeks. Finally he took the plug from Michel's hand and gently inserted it into Toby's rectum. It made him jump, but the groan was one of pleasure, not pain.

"We'll forget about that for now," said Rufus.

"I think the next thing we want to do is to get rid of that pit hair. I like my boys smooth. Take it off with the electric razor while I get the hot water for a wet shave." Rufus poured some hot water from a thermos flask into a mug. When Michel had finished the right armpit, Rufus soaped it up and shaved off the stubble. Then the left one was done. "Okay, while we're in shaving mode, we'll do his pubes." Rufus inspected Toby's groin. "I'm going to shave it just because I like doing it."

"Won't he squirm and wriggle about?"

"I doubt it with a sharp razor by his goolies. Would you?" They did hear some gurgling noises from the gag area. Rufus checked that Toby could breathe and wiped away the dribble. "We'll leave him for a few minutes for him to wonder what's coming next."

Michel could now study at leisure the renowned Cholmondeley genitalia in all its glabrous glory. He had to admit that his balls did hang lower than his own, but he was also fascinated by his cock which often got neglected in discussions. It was one of those which started thick at the body end and tapered slightly before reaching the glans. It was not a snakehead like William's. His foreskin covered the glans sufficiently to hide the pisshole and the whole member, protruding slightly, stopped short of the bottom of his scrotum. Toby's balls, his two Victoria plums, so reminiscent to Michel of his own, swung there begging to be sucked. Michel took photos.

The two boys were also interested in Toby's reaction to the shave. After he had been dried off, his prick started to react and slowly rose to a full erection at forty-five degrees to his body and simultaneously his foreskin receded to reveal a red and shining glans.

"I would mind that inside me," said Michel.

"You might get your wish," said Rufus.

"And you wouldn't object?"

"Not with Toby and William… or even Eddie if it came to that."

"Really?"

"No. It's the open relationship thing. I haven't done anything since we went to London, but before that I quite often used to do stuff with Tobes and Will, and I think they might have done stuff with Eddie. After all he does go round begging for it." They watched Toby's dick go soft again and the glans gradually retract inside his foreskin. "Go on. Have a feel." Michel weighed Toby's balls in his hand and stroked his dick which immediately rose to its full height again. So did Michel's. "Go on. Suck it. You know you want to. And it is your speciality." Hesitantly at first, Michel began to lick Toby's balls, then put them one at a time in his mouth and suck them. Toby groaned. Michel then took his dick into his mouth and did what he did so well. Meanwhile Rufus had a raging stiffie and it took him all his willpower to keep his hands off himself.

Michel soon got a result and the craftsman that he was, he caught all the issue in his mouth and gave Rufus a French kiss before swallowing.

"Mmm, champagne," said Michel.

Rufus picked up Toby's limp dick with the end of the crop and bounced it to let the last drops fall to the floor. Then he gave it a sharp tap with the end.

"Just to let him know it's not all cheap thrills. I think we deserve a cup of cocoa. While I'm doing that, you can give him a French kiss. Just take the gag out first." Rufus carried on pouring the hot chocolate into a couple of mugs from another flask.

"No, he won't let me do it," said Michel.

"We've got a little gismo that'll soon sort that out." Rufus took the beater and whacked it across Toby's bare backside. "That's not the gismo. That's just to remind him who the boss is." He took the gadget out of one of the crates. "It goes in the mouth, stops him from closing it, but leaves the tongue free." He fitted it then climbed up the steps and poked his dick in Toby's mouth. "Drink up your cocoa, Mike, before it gets cold."

"You sound just like my mother."

"It would probably sound just like mine, if I still had one," Rufus said with some bitterness. "Yep, it works perfectly, but I mustn't get too carried away. I shall need this for later."

"This little gadget, Mike, is called a pinwheel. You just run it across the body like this. Here, have a go." Michel took it from him and started rolling it over Toby, making him jump every few seconds. "Oh, I forgot to mention. It works particularly well on the nipples, cock and scrotum, but you seem to have found that out for yourself. And something else I've forgotten. You carry on with that." Rufus searched through the crates. "Ah, here it is. Watch this, Mike. It might interest you. It's a scrotal clamp and can only be used on people like you and Toby. It would be no good on me or William." Rufus warmed it in his hands first. He didn't want it to have the equivalent of the cold water effect on Toby. He positioned it on his scrotal sac above his balls and tightened up the screw. "Be careful with this. You don't want to cut off the blood supply." Once it was in place he hung a couple of lead weights on it. Toby wriggled, but it just emphasised the weight bearing on his balls. "Next time I'll show you how to rope up his balls and dick. I'm not very good at that because I haven't had enough practice and of course we still have the cock ring."

Rufus looked at his watch. "Mike, we're running out of time. There's lots more I could show you, especially if we were out to cause pain, but we're coming to the climax now." Rufus gave Toby a light stroke with the flail which made him jump. "Notice the skin goes red. So I'm restricting it to his butt where it's least likely to be noticed. What I want you to do, Mike, is to lower the wrist bar about a foot. That's right. I'll bring his legs back so that he's leaning forward slightly." Rufus unclipped the ankle spreader and put it on one side. He fetched an empty crate, turned it upside down and placed Toby's right foot on it. He resisted, only because he didn't know what he was supposed to be doing, but that didn't prevent him from getting a stroke of the paddle across his butt. Rufus put on some rubber gloves, removed the butt plug and started to finger some gel round and in Toby's hole. He shuddered at the sudden cold feeling in his arse. Rufus took his time working it in and obviously hit the P-spot at least once. When he was satisfied, he discarded the gloves and peeled a condom out of its foil. "Get yourself hard, Mike… Oh, you already are. Hold still while I roll this over your cock. That's it. Now you're going to…"

"You want me to shag him?"

"That's right. Don't worry. I'm going in straight after you. He's easy enough to penetrate. William gives him enough rebores and the butt plug has done all the hard work."

Mike lined himself up with Toby before gently pressing home. Once he got the feeling of him, he started to speed up and as he got near his climax, Michel was holding Toby by the hips and pulling and pushing his butt up and down his shaft and came with a great big shudder of his body. He pulled out, took off the condom, knotted it and admired how much of it he had managed to fill.

"You can give that to Toby as a souvenir later," said Rufus. "Get this one on me," he said handing him another condom in its foil.

Standing behind Toby, Rufus lined himself up and with ease slipped into his butt. "It makes it easier if you get him to raise his leg. Remember how it's done with pulleys and chains on those boynapped clips? Get my camera and take some shots of this. The pics are important for the debrief with Toby."

Rufus was taking his time. He had developed some self-control over the years of practice with his friends and his brothers, but what he was also doing was he had his hand round the front and was jerking Toby off at the same time. With consummate expertise the two boys came off at the same time.

"Skill!" said Michel, full of admiration.

"It's just knowing your sub," said Rufus modestly. He knotted his condom and saved it for Toby later.

"Okay, that's the end of the scene. Toby doesn't know that. We just leave him alone for a few minutes. He'll be okay, but some subs might well have worked up a temper while subdued and might be prepared to thump you, or worse, when you release them. Meanwhile we get dressed and then clear up." The boys put their tights back on and their headgear. " Have you seen me in my crotchless tights, Mike?" He shook his head. "A treat to come. All the stuff we've used goes into the blue crate. That has to be cleaned or sterilised. The rest goes into the green crate. It's best to let a blind folded sub see as little as possible of the gear."

"You don't always blindfold them?"

"We have so far, but it's courses for horses. Some subs want to see what's happening to them, but then we're getting into S&M. Warmish soapy water and a towel there if you want to wash your hands. Now generally we take the equipment off the sub in reverse order of the way we put it on. That way the restraints come off last when you can judge the mood he's in. If all's gone well, Toby will give us a hug at the end. Let's go."

Rufus took off the scrotal weights, then the mouth restraint and handed them to Michel for the blue crate, then the headphones, followed by the blindfold. Toby was grinning all over his face.

"All right, Tobes?"

"Fine."

"Would you do it again?"

"Sure. Name the day. Which of you two bastards blew me?"

"That's for us to know and you to find out," answered Rufus.

"I've never been sucked liked that before."

Rufus took the rope down from the rafter and unhitched the space bar.

"You can take the cuffs off yourself and hand them to Monsieur X for cleaning." Lastly Toby took off the collar and fell around Rufus in a big hug, followed by one for Monsieur X. "Here's your bathrobe. You know where the shower is. Get yourself cleaned up. There are clean towels there and we'll be ready by the time you've finished. Have you got time for a debrief?"

"I've got to be home for one."

"If we hurry we should just about have time. Don't forget your spare kit."

Toby went through to the house.

"I think we can count that as a success then," said Michel.

"Wait until the debrief," replied Rufus.

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