The Sins of the Father
by N Fourbois
Chapter 6
Rufus was disappointed that he had to wait at least another twenty-four hours before he could gain his first taste of being rendered powerless at the hands of his brothers. Not that they were prepared to reveal any information as to his fate.
"That's a bit of a bummer about that parcel," he said. "I've just given up a chance of playtime with William and Toby."
"William and Toby?" said Hugo half to himself. "Now I wonder… Playtime with us? Nah… impossible."
"We'll make it up to you, bro," said Magnus. "Everything comes to him that waits."
"You won't be disappointed," added Hugo "and I think you'll find your financial contribution well spent."
"Who's on the centrefold in GY ?" asked Rufus.
"Don't know. We haven't looked yet," replied Hugo. Magnus fetched a pair of scissors and cut open the plastic envelope. As always the magazine fell open at the centre page and there, in front of their eyes, was a full length picture of a naked guy – he had to be eighteen at least, but didn't look it – black hair, almost black eyes, handsome thin face, trim body, natural rather than built in the gym, and tackle to die for.
"Who's that?" demanded Magnus.
"It's Z…"
"Matthew Werkmeister," interrupted Hugo, reading it off the page.
"Yes, Zeke, as I was going to say," said Rufus. "Zeke from Neighbours . I've often drooled over him."
"Mouth or dick?" Magnus interrupted facetiously.
"Both. Not that he ever gave anything away on screen, but now… wow! He had plenty to give away."
"Rufus, you don't mean to say you watch Neighbours !" exclaimed Hugo.
"Watched!" contradicted Rufus. "Not since Zeke got written out of the script and I can't get worked up over the new resident hunk, Andrew, even if he has got blond hair and blue eyes."
"Do I detect a modicum of anti-blondism, my little red headed brother?" challenged Magnus.
"Not in the least," said Rufus. "I drool over you, but Andrew is a nasty bit of work like his father. Still, whose turn is it to get lunch?"
"Yours," came in unison as the twins simultaneously pointed at Rufus.
After they had eaten, Rufus got up and said 'see ya'.
"Where are you off to?" said Magnus.
"Up to my room."
"He's going up to watch Neighbours and have a wank," said Hugo.
"Half right," retorted Rufus "and then I'm going to write a story for the Story Shelf about a wretched boy whose two ugly elder brothers can't keep their hands off him and treat him cruelly until his fairy godfather comes along, transforms his life and he meets a handsome butch prince who marries him and the ugly brothers live miserably ever after."
"Ooooooh," hooted the twins together.
"'Fraid it's been done before, bro," said Magnus.
The twins cleared up and went and sat outside on the patio. The sun was so warm that they fetched a couple of sunbeds from the shed, stripped off all their clothes and slapped on the sunscreen. As they lay there trying to avoid tan lines they chatted.
"What are we going to do with Rufus tomorrow?" said Hugo.
"How do you mean?"
"Well, when we hurt each other, we know what we're doing and what we're in for. I love the little bugger and I don't want to hurt him."
"Then we'll have to give him more sex than pain. We know he can take that," said Magnus.
"Fine, but if we don't give him a certain amount of pain, he's going to feel cheated because he hasn't come up to our standard and he'll go on an on until one of us goes OTT."
"Don't worry, Hugo. We each had different sessions and with the new kit we can do entirely new stuff and so he won't be able to compare. We just keep in mind that we're the men and he's still a boy, but we've got to make him feel that he's a man and our equal."
"So let's work out a programme."
The twins discussed what they were going to do. At the end of it Magnus said
"God, Hugo, can't you control yourself!" Hugo was sitting there nursing a boner. "You're disgusting."
"If it offends you so much, you can do something about it. Hey, you don't suppose the neighbours can see us, do you?"
"Nah. If they can, then isn't it just their lucky day," responded Magnus. "Oh, shit. You've got me at it now," he said as his prick rose to its full majesty. Time for a shower. Coming?"
"Soon will be," said Hugo.
Carl Lindstrom didn't feel like going straight home from work. 'I don't want to walk in on something like that again,' he thought. 'Heavens, what if Veronica does? She won't be able to cope with it, the state she's in at the moment. Yes, I think I was right not to tell her about it. But we'll wait until it happens.'
He drove to the lakeside car park again and got out. Walking across the bridge he looked down into the water which was teeming with huge carp, swimming near the surface to inhale as much oxygen as possible, although the lake had 'unornamental' fountains at regular intervals to oxygenate the water. He walked along the bank and stopped by a large painted sign which said 'Fishing prohibited to the left of this sign' and presumably the same in Polish. To the right there was hardly a fish to be seen. 'Damn clever those carp,' thought Carl.
He walked the long way round the lake until he came to the outdoor café. He sat down and ordered himself a coffee, determined that he would not let it grow cold before drinking it. The waitress remembered him from the previous day. Once he was settled, his thoughts returned to his childhood, to that first of many saunas he had with Björn. They had always led on to sex of some kind. Carl was convinced it was a consequence of the beatings he and Björn gave one another. In summer they experimented with beatings without the sauna and the sex was more heightened with than without. One summer when they were in their late teens the beatings became more intense and were administered to a shackled victim. The sex that followed as part of the same process was also more intense. Then came the parting of the ways. Björn and Carl had to make their own way in the world. Björn's was in Sweden, Carl's in England. After you qualify and embark on your career, other pressures are exerted on you, social pressures such as the pressure to marry and settle down. Perhaps there are other routes available now. 'That will help my boys.' He had met Veronica at an intimate dinner party, the sort organised by a well-meaning host and hostess for two singles of their acquaintance and this one had obviously worked. The relationship blossomed into romance, love, marriage and parenthood. He did fall in love with Veronica and he still loved her. Since then his former sexual desires, needs and experiences had all become things of the past. Even the fact that his three sons were gay had little influence on the marriage, apart from the possibility of an inherited gene. It was the beating session that had opened the floodgates to memories, fears and guilt on his part, the official 'outing' of all three boys which had released the anger, suppressed anger rather than sudden irrational anger, on Veronica's part.
Carl paid for his coffee and made his way back to the car. Veronica was already at home when he arrived. They said 'hello' and all was well.
The following morning the boys gathered round the breakfast table after their parents had gone to work.
"What are you doing this morning, Rufus?" ask Hugo.
"Going swimming with William and Toby. William's been given a pair of jammers by his father and he wants to show them off. What about you?"
"Assuming the gear arrives, planning your work out for this afternoon."
"I like that expression 'work out'," laughed Rufus.
"You won't find it so funny afterwards," grinned Magnus.
"We'll see. So what are you going to do?"
"Even we don't know that yet," said Hugo.
"It depends what we feel like and don't you forget it," threatened Magnus.
"Yeah, yeah." The boys got on with their breakfast and at about half past nine went their various ways.
Rufus cycled to the leisure centre, chained his bike to the cycle rack and waited for his friends. A bus drew up and the pair got off. They banged fists and said 'hi', went into the leisure centre and made their way to the pool area.
"So have you got your jammers?" asked Rufus.
"Yeah, they're cool," answered William, "but you mustn't peep until I've got them on."
"It's okay," replied Rufus. "We've seen it all before anyway."
"Not that there's much to see," added Toby.
"Bitch. You've never been disappointed." Toby and Rufus left him and went to the other end of the locker room to get changed. Toby snapped the elastic on his speedo round his buttocks. A frisson went through Rufus and he felt himself beginning to get hard, but it didn't matter. His dick was safely trapped inside his speedo and it simply enhanced the bulge. Just as they were about ready William came up to them in his light blue jammers and wow! Like most jams they were cut low, so low that a small tuft of pubic hair was visible over the waistband, but the garment itself showed off his equipment to perfection, separating his two large, but tight balls with his chunky cock fully outlined between them.
"Give us a twirl," said Rufus.
"Wow! That's hot, man," said Toby when they saw the jams outlining his arse cheeks and crevice perfectly.
"What do they feel like?" asked Rufus.
"Tight fitting, but comfortable at the same time." Meanwhile a small crowd had gathered round our three boys. One kid in the group shouted out
"Hey, I don't believe it. It's impossible. A ginger kid with two mates."
"Piss off," Rufus shouted back, giving him the finger. "If I were you, I'd be more worried about those skid marks on your boardies." There weren't any, but that didn't matter. The mouthy kid was finished as he tried to twist round and check, an impossible task in itself, and he became the centre of unwanted attention among his mates. Meanwhile our three escaped into the pool area.
When Rufus arrived home his brothers were unpacking and checking the contents of a cardboard box.
"The stuff's arrived," said Hugo.
"So I see," answered Rufus.
"What's this?" queried Magnus. "I didn't order this."
"What's that?" said Hugo.
"A Wartenberg wheel." He studied the consignment note. "Oh, that's all right. It comes free because we spent over a hundred pounds. I wasn't over happy with that pizza cutter. I think that would have caused a flesh wound. Let's get this stuff up to our room."
"Can I have a look first?" said Rufus.
"You can have a look after your session," said Hugo. "Otherwise it will spoil the surprise."
The twins took the box upstairs while Rufus rinsed his speedo and hung it up outside to dry while putting the wet towel in with the dirty linen. 'Mmm, wouldn't mind a pair of those jammers myself,' he thought, 'but I gather they're quite expensive. I suppose that's what William means when he says his old man tries to bribe him for his affections. At least our parents are together. Seems to be quite a luxury these days.'
Rufus didn't eat much for lunch. He had butterflies in his tummy, not out of fear or apprehension, but excitement as he looked forward to his ordeal. To him it was a form of initiation, after which he could consider himself equal to his brothers and he could look them in the eye. Afterwards he went up to his room and lay on his bed, waiting and wondering how a condemned man in his cell might feel. The door opened without a knock and in came Hugo and Magnus. Over their heads they were wearing black lycra masks. They had the upper body bare and black tights, but these were not the tights they had worn on Monday, but crotchless tights and bulging through the gap were the pouches of their jockstraps enhanced by cricket boxes. Rufus's first instinct was to burst out laughing, but he realised that would be inappropriate for in a few minutes he would be their slave and completely in their cruel power. Dressed as they were Rufus could not tell which one was Hugo and which one was Magnus.
"Now, are you ready, Rufus?" said one of the voices.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"Okay, you've been an extremely naughty boy and you have been sent to your room with no television, computer or computer games for the afternoon. Daddy isn't pleased that you've failed all your GCSEs and Mummy isn't pleased that you played truant today and they want us to deal with that."
"But the GCSE results aren't out yet and I'm on exam leave, not skiving."
"Okay," said the other voice, "put this collar on." Rufus took the collar, the black leather one with the spikes and strapped it round his neck. One of his brothers clipped the dog chain on. "All the time you're wearing this collar you are our slave. You will do as you're told or you'll be punished."
"First of all you need a safe word."
"What's that?"
"A special word you use if it gets too much for you and you want us to stop."
"Your safe word is Neighbours . Repeat."
" Neighbours ."
"If you can't talk, you click your fingers twice like this… Now do it. That's right."
"Get your kit off."
"All of it?" said Rufus.
"All of it."
"And if I don't?"
"It'll be cut off like we did on Monday. You'll have to explain that away, and you'll be punished for disobedience." For Rufus this was still all a game, but he still took all his kit off.
"And you can get rid of that erection, you disgusting little perve."
"Put these wrist and ankle cuffs on. Now kneel on the bed facing the foot. Take the covers off first. You don't want to have to explain blood on the duvet cover, do you?" Rufus did as he was told and one of the twins used the brand new handcuffs to shackle his wrists to the bed rail. The other attached the spreader bar between his ankles. The first put the blindfold over his eyes and fastened it at the back of his head. The twins took their head masks off and disappeared downstairs after closing the door.
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