The Sins of the Father
by N Fourbois
Chapter 4
Back inside the house Magnus said to Rufus
"We'll let him sweat for a bit. Mustn't let him dehydrate, though. We'll take some mineral water out with us when we go back."
Meanwhile Hugo was standing in the garage in the semi-dark, his hands shackled and fastened above his head by a cord to a beam.
"Perhaps we were too kind not putting the headphones on him," continued Magnus. "That would have completely disorientated him. Also he wouldn't have heard us coming back and we could have surprised him."
"What are we going to do to him?" asked Rufus.
"He wanted pain; he's going to get pain. Not a lot, we haven't got the right equipment yet. Now when that consignment arrives tomorrow it'll be a different kettle of fish."
"Why? What did you order?"
"Handcuffs, a proper leather beater – that's good. It's plain on one side and got metal studs on the other."
"Anything else?"
"Oh, yes, a flail, a dildo and a buttplug and a gag. Oh, and I almost forgot, some cock rings."
"What do they do?"
"You put them round your tackle and they allow the blood in, but make harder for it to flow out and so you stay stiffer longer."
"We must have about everything now?"
"No way," answered Magnus. "For a start we'd like our own gear so that we don't have to share. We could use a chastity device which goes on your cock and prevents it getting hard and stops you from playing with your dick or putting it in. You can get chains and large beads which can be fed into the backside, weights to attach to your balls or prick, different kinds of restraints to keep you in different positions, electric shock boxes."
"What do they do – besides giving you and electric shock?"
"They can make you come off just by putting a current through your dick."
"Ooh, nasty."
"They can cause discomfort as well, of course." Rufus started thinking about all this.
"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy," mumbled Rufus.
"Shakespeare Hamlet ," retorted Magnus.
"That's right. We did it for GCSE."
"So did we. Still, we'd better get changed or the afternoon will be gone."
"Changed?"
"Yes. Didn't I tell you? We're trying out our uniforms."
"Uniforms?"
"Rufus, don't you ever listen?"
"Magnus, you never tell me a thing."
"Anyway, it's black tights, nothing on top except a black hood and we'll oil our bodies. We're doing it properly this afternoon. It was a bit makeshift for my session. Oh, and nothing under the tights. You might want some quick action."
The boys got changed and made their way back to the garage, taking some bottles of water from the fridge on the way. They found that Hugo was sweating. While Rufus was lighting a couple of nightlights, Magnus said
"Hugo, do you want a drink?"
"Yes," came the muffled reply.
"Magic word?"
"Yes, please."
"That's better. A man in your position should always remember his manners." Magnus unzipped the mouth of the hood, unscrewed the cap of the 500ml bottle and gently poured the ice cold water into Hugo's mouth, as much as he wanted. "Enough, bro?"
"Yes, thank you." Magnus zipped the mouth closed, pulled on the elastic waistband at the front of his slip and poured the rest of water down the inside all over his prick and his bollocks.
"Aagh!" came the attempt at a scream from under the hood. "Bastard."
"Tut tut, Hugo. You don't call your younger brother a bastard. What does that make you?" Magnus used the remains in the bottle to soak the back of Hugo's undies. Magnus and Rufus left Hugo so that they could apply some oil to their bodies. They rubbed it into each other's back. Magnus rubbed some into Rufus's nipples.
"Hey, that's making me hard."
"It's meant to, my sweet little brother," and he gave his nipples a tweak, but his oily fingers slipped off and he compensated himself by kissing his neck. "Now that has put me in the mood," he whispered to Rufus.
It had also put Rufus in the mood and he walked up to Hugo in his hanging position and started to lick his armpit, awkward through the hood mouth slit, and play with his nipple. Hugo could feel the oil on his fingers. Magnus took that as a cue and did the same to the left side. Hugo felt odd with his upper body sweating and his lower body freezing.
"Okay," said Magnus in a commanding tone. "Enough of the nice stuff." He took a large pair of scissors and with two deft snips had cut through the waistband of Hugo's CKs which fell to the floor. The sight which his two tormentors beheld was not attractive, either aesthetically or sexually. The usually respectably endowed boy showed that his balls were trying to retreat into his body while they were topped by an empty shrivelled foreskin. Magnus flicked it with his fingers to see if it had any life, but it failed the test.
Rufus took a towel and dried off Hugo's butt cheeks, but he left the front to its fate. Magnus started to knead in some baby oil, first across the buttocks and then the crevice and finally his hole. In a state of slight confusion Hugo thought 'Ah, this is where the action begins. Will it be Magnus first or Rufus? I'll be able to tell as soon as I feel the dick probing.' But how wrong could he be? For suddenly there was heard a loud thwack as a fly swatter landed on his left butt cheek to be quickly followed by another on his right cheek. The action continued left and right, obvious teamwork from his brothers. A fly swatter was evidently too light to cause any real pain, but the oiled skin enhanced what there was and the thwack echoed round the garage. What Hugo did feel was a rush of blood to his cock, the warmth spreading in the genital area, while Magnus and Rufus watched it swelling to its full erect length and girth.
"Now we know what you like," laughed Magnus.
The boys were too enthralled with what they were engaged in to notice anything that might be going on outside, and so they didn't hear the approach of a quiet Mercedes engine on the drive. Carl Lindstrom pressed the zapper which should have automatically opened the garage doors so that he could drive straight into the garage, but nothing happened. 'Oh, dear,' he thought to himself. "I shall have to get a proper man in to look at that door. It probably only needs lubricating.' He got out of his car and was walking along the side of the garage to go into the house by the back door when he heard this 'thwack, aagh'. Then he noticed that the curtain had been drawn across the window, but not fully. He looked through the chink between the curtain and the window frame. He started and put his hand to his brow. 'OMG, no,' he thought to himself. 'Not that, no! What did the great Norwegian playwright call it? The sins of the father visited on the son.' Obviously distraught Carl went back to his car, got in and drove off.
Ignoring Hugo's taunts Magnus and Rufus carried on beating him the best they could with the fly swatters, but they knew Hugo had won that round. His cheeks were bright pink from the impact. Magnus grabbed the Deep Heat aerosol and sprayed it over the red areas. This time the cries of pain were genuine; they were countered by the throbbing of Hugo's swollen cock.
"Suck my cock, for goodness' sake suck my cock or jerk it off," mumbled Hugo from behind the hood. "I'm bursting," but Magnus just gave it a derisory swat with the fly swatter.
Hugo was not the only one this last act had turned on. The black tights betrayed every detail of Rufus's arousal. He fetched a pair of steps from back of the garage, set them up by Hugo and climbing up, he unzipped the mouth slit on Hugo's hood, pulled his own tights down a few inches, releasing his swollen member and slipped it into Hugo's mouth. Hugo was hungry for it and immediately licked and sucked it. Finally Rufus lost control so that he shot his load over the hood and he left it for his spunk to drip down, cold, almost congealed by now, onto Hugo's chest.
Hugo was given a few moments respite. His buttocks felt as if they were on fire, but he knew there was no point asking for clemency for he had issued the challenge and it had been duly met. Magnus gave Rufus the nod and after returning the step ladder to its correct place he removed the hood from Hugo's head. He shook his blond mane free and looked around. His field of vision was restricted for he had been shackled near the front of the garage facing the doors. If he tried to turn round, he received a firm slap across his burning buttocks from his twin brother's hand, which stung and turned out far more effective than the fly swatter knew how to be. Hugo's dick had returned to flaccid and after the dousing in iced water had returned to its normal size. Magnus used the back scratcher to probe and lift it and gave it a hefty whack when Hugo put on a lascivious smile. He was impressed with his surroundings, the nightlights, the way, or perhaps the fact, that his brothers had dressed for the occasion. In the dim light he could not make out which hooded one was which until one spoke.
"Okay, let's go," shouted Magnus. Rufus became the 'fetch and carry' boy. Magnus was in charge of the 'refinements'. From the used ice cream container proffered he took a clothes peg and attached it to Hugo's left nipple, then another to the right. That did make Hugo shout. Magnus put his hand up between Hugo's legs and played with his scrotum and after making sure it was loose enough he attached pegs to either side of the sac. He pulled his foreskin back and forth, then quickly before his brother could get hard, he attached another peg to the foreskin, content in the notion that Hugo couldn't return the favour. Finally he took a bulldog clip out of the container and clipped it onto Hugo's pubic hair, another thing he couldn't have done back to him. That was all right until Magnus took a pound weight belonging to a set of scales, attached a length of string to it, tied it to the bulldog clip and dropped it. That caused a yell.
"If you yell like that once more, Hugo, it'll be the duct tape across your mouth, okay?"
"I haven't shaved today. It'll rip the hair out," protested Hugo.
"Then think about it."
Rufus was the silent witness to all this. Despite having come off only minutes before, he was stiffening up again already, excited by what he was seeing. Magnus took some tissues and wiped any remaining oil from Hugo's bum and smeared on a liberal helping of K-Y gel. The cold was a relief after the burning of the Deep Heat . He worked it into the crevice and Hugo's hole. He partially pulled down his own tights and his cock sprang to life.
"My hands are slippery, Rufus. Roll a jonnie over my cock." Rufus had to fetch one from the other end of the garage. He opened the foil, checked the condom was the right way round and rolled it over Magnus's now rampant cock. Magnus lined it up with Hugo's hole and with complete absence of finesse rammed it home.
"Ah-aah," exclaimed Hugo. "Why don't you do it like that every time?"
When Magnus pulled out, Rufus asked
"Magnus, can I have a go now?"
"Are you ready to go again, you randy little git?"
"Shouldn't you be asking me?" protested Hugo. Magnus gave him a sharp slap across his backside.
"You're not in a position to say yes or no, let alone choose your partner. After what he's been through this afternoon, Rufus deserves a little reward.
Once Rufus had finished, Magnus signalled to him that it was time to clear up. Rufus took off the clothes pegs and the bulldog clip, none too gently either, and helped Magnus to tidy up the garage, replaced the fuse and took the equipment back to the house and stowed it in the twins' bedroom. They then showered and changed back into their everyday clothes.
"We'll have to get rid of Hugo's CKs somehow without Mum noticing," said Magnus.
"And wash the tights and hoods," added Rufus.
"We'll do that tomorrow while Mum and Dad are at work." Finally they went back down to the garage, untied Hugo from the beam and ripped open the velcro on one of his cuffs. He could take off the rest for himself. He took his two brothers into a group hug.
"You sods, I hate both of you and he kissed them both on the cheek. Rufus took the remaining stuff into the house. "Have you got my robe and slippers?" Magnus shrugged his shoulders.
"Nope." Hugo walked bare and bare-footed back into the house and went upstairs to shower and dress.
Magnus and Rufus went and sat in the living room. They watched TV waiting for their parents to come home from work. They heard the sound of a latch key opening the front door and Veronica Lindstrom appeared in the living room.
"Hi, Mum," the boys said. "Good day at work?"
"Yes, fine," she replied. "You should have been there. You would have enjoyed yourselves."
"Why's that?"
"We were interviewing and auditioning a new model and he was gay. I'd have valued your opinions."
"We're only a text away," said Rufus.
"Where's Hugo?"
"Upstairs," replied Magnus "asleep on the bed. We had a bit of a workout this afternoon and he's slightly tired after it."
"What's for dinner, Mum?" asked Rufus.
"Typical boys. Give me a chance to get through the door. Your father hasn't rung to say what time he'll be home, I suppose?"
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