The Sins of the Father
by N Fourbois
Chapter 7
When they thought that Rufus had been softened up sufficiently the twins returned upstairs and proceeded with the next part of the plan. He heard them enter the room, but otherwise they were silent. The first thing Rufus heard was a thwack and simultaneously he felt a sting across his buttocks. It made him grunt, perhaps more from surprise than pain. In fact the pain was not that great, though he realised that it was no fly swatter that had caused it. Only later was he to find out that this was a purpose made leather beater or paddle. The sting morphed into a warm glow. The flowing blood coursed first though his buttocks and continued its journey to stiffen his cock. He knew this was no natural blood flow. The sting, the glorious sound of leather on skin, the feeling of leather on bottom were arousing, sexually arousing. In his dark world he wondered what would happen when his eagle-eyed brothers discovered his stiffie. Crouched as he was, it was not immediately visible.
"You're going to have six of the best." Why couldn't he recognise which twin was speaking? Although very similar he could usually tell their voices apart. Another thwack, this time more on the left cheek. A short intake of breath, the increased flow of blood, his dick got harder and he felt his foreskin rolled back. 'Six of the best.' He had only ever read that phrase in comics – the Beano , Dennis the Menace, the Bash Street Kids – children didn't get caned in school any more these days. The sixth stroke landed equally across each cheek. 'Gosh, am I hard. I wish they'd do something about it. I must be leaking gallons of pre-cum.'
Rufus was relieved at having endured, enjoyed even, six strokes. He felt the coldness of gel being spread over his cheeks. The hand spreading it and rubbing it in was clothed in a latex glove. As soon as the lubing was complete, he felt a sting across his back. 'That wasn't a beater. That was a flail,' he thought. 'It hurt, but why did I like it?' He knelt there expecting to be flogged again, but instead he experienced a cock being lined up against his rosebud. 'I'll be able to tell who's doing that,' he thought.
"Oh, Magnus, you're fantastic." It wasn't the reaction Magnus was looking. He pulled out and what replaced his warm, lithe cock was a cold, lifeless butt plug, none too gently pushed in, quickly followed by a strike of the flail. Next he felt a hand, the one in the latex glove grab his nuts and give them a tug. Again it was the surprise rather than any pain that got to him. The hand in latex gave his cock a few strokes to keep it hard, but before he could give it any further heed he felt a cock trying to penetrate his lips. That was Magnus. He could tell immediately. He avidly gobbled him until the spurt of spunk came, partly in his mouth, partly over his face. That was definitely Magnus. His twin brothers' seed each had its own peculiar taste. It was respite time and he was being comforted by a bare hand lovingly stroking cool gel into his throbbing and stinging backside. But it was only to give him a false sense of security.
"Okay, Rufus, part two."
"How many parts are there?"
"As many as it takes."
"We're going to take off the handcuffs. Then we want you to roll over onto your back." He rolled over onto his back and his ankles were strapped to the bedhead, his wrists to the foot, the spreader bar removed and the straps ratcheted tight. He felt a hand run over him. It tickled him, it stimulated him, it aroused him. He felt another tug at his balls and a stroke of his dick. He heard a buzzing noise. 'What are they going to do now? Not shave my hair?' He felt the cold of the electric trimmer on his groin, then zip… Most of his pubic hair was gone in a trice.
"Hey, not my pubes. Please, not my pubes. They take the piss out of me enough about my ginger pubes. They're going to take it out of me even more if I haven't got any at all."
"Too late. Can't stick them back on." Rufus tried to wiggle his body, but he was strapped down too tightly. "Keep still."
"No."
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks." He felt his nose being pinched and he had to open his mouth to breath, when a hard ball was slipped in between his teeth and velcro strap fixed behind his head. The silicone ball had a hole drilled through it so that he could breathe. "Any more fuss and it's the earphones and the flail."
"Or would you prefer the clothes pegs?" Rufus couldn't answer.
He felt a warm wet cloth being wiped round his groin, then the shave gel being rubbed in and finally the wet razor as it completed the job, groin, balls and the underside of his prick. They were washed and dried. That wasn't to last long. 'What are they doing now? Oh, no, it's the pinwheel.' It was sharp. They ran it over his chest, then concentrated on his nipples, his belly button. They ran it over his groin, his balls and finally, slowly and heavily, over his rampant cock, concentrating on the tight glans and frenulum. He wanted to writhe, partly in agony, partly in ecstasy, but he was tethered too tightly to his bed. He wanted an orgasm, but no one gave him any relief. The flail was gently beaten across his chest and lower abdomen. It irritated rather than hurt. Then suddenly nothing. It went silent. His dick deflated. He was still dying for a wank. Then he felt some baby oil being dribbled over him and a warm hand massaging it into his groin and equipment. 'Ah, relief at last.' He hardened up while the massaging of his genitals went on, but that stopped before he could come and gain relief. He went soft again, suddenly feeling a cock ring being fixed round his tackle, some cold metal being slid the length of his dick and he heard the snap of a padlock. Then silence again.
Rufus just lay there. He couldn't move, he could speak, he couldn't see. He could feel the weight of the cage. It pulled on his scrotum. He had lost all sense of time. All of a sudden the blindfold was removed and the gag. He saw his brothers standing in front of him, masked heads and, like something out of The Clockwork Orange , they were standing there with white bulging packages emerging from black crotchless tights. One of the twins undid the velcro on the right wrist cuff. The other removed the butt plug. Then Rufus could undo the rest for himself. He got off his bed, stood up and was immediately taking into a hug by his brothers who meanwhile had taken the face masks off.
"You were great, Rufus, really brave," said Hugo.
"We love you, Rufus," said Magnus. "You had a much tougher time than we did." He kissed him on the cheek. Rufus looked at himself in the mirror. He was not happy about losing his pubic hair, but had to admit he looked quite neat shaved. He turned round and saw the red cheeks of his backside and the marks across his back, but they didn't really hurt.
"Go and get showered," said Hugo.
"Have you got the key for the cock cage?"
"Yeah," smiled Magnus.
"But that's staying on a bit longer," said Hugo. "It part of the ordeal."
"But I'm dying for a wank."
"We know," said Hugo. "We were careful so that you'd reach the edge, but you wouldn't actually go over it and come off." Rufus knew he was in no position to argue.
"Bastards," and he went off to shower.
"We'll show you the new kit when you've got dressed," said Magnus.
"But be a bit sharp," said Hugo. "Mum and Dad'll be home soon."
Rufus got showered and dressed. He couldn't wear shorts because of the chastity device he was wearing. It might show through jogpants too easily and so he settled for jeans which despite showing an enhanced bulge at least kept it in place. His remaining problem was that with every step he took a slight chink could be heard as the brass padlock bounced on top of the stainless steel cage. He felt in a good mood as he went along the landing to his brothers' room. When he went in they took him in a hug. They might have hurt him, but they wanted to demonstrate that they loved him. He winced a little on feeling their hands on his back.
"So you've recovered okay?" said Magnus. Rufus couldn't say anything else but yes. He daren't lose face.
"Will you do it again?" asked Hugo. Again Rufus had to say yes to keep face, but he also meant it.
"What part did you like best?" said Magnus.
"The spanking."
"Not the shagging?"
"I can get that any time I want without having to be tied down." The tone of his voice sounded dismissive.
"And the least?"
"Having my pubic hair shaved off," he answered resentfully. "I was grooming it. Centre parting and heartshape."
"You vain little pervert," said Hugo. "You're muckier than we know how to be."
"Impossible." It was defiance this time.
"Never mind," said Magnus. "It'll have grown again by September. No one will notice during the last week."
"I'll still be going swimming with my friends and Toby and William don't miss a thing."
"I suppose they wouldn't when they blow you," said Hugo.
"How do you know they do that?"
"C'mon, Rufus, we were sixteen once. Anyway their teeth won't get a flossing now."
"Hey, who's being a pervert now?"
"Come along, you two," said Magnus. "We've got things to do."
He emptied the cardboard box and started to repack it.
"Here's the new beater, plain one side and studded the other. The whip, more correctly the flail. That's genuine leather, not your cheap rubber. You experienced the pinwheel, handcuffs, cage and the gag. You're a lucky boy, you know. You had all the new equipment while we had to make do with the makeshift stuff."
"I bought it too. Remember?" More defiance from Rufus.
"The straps," said Hugo. "Don't forget the canvas straps. Much easier to deal with and tighten than rope."
They heard a car engine draw up.
"Mum's back," said Magnus. "Let's get this stuff locked away." That done, they went downstairs to greet their mother.
"Hi, boys. Had a good day?"
"Yes, thanks, Mum."
"What have you been doing?"
"I went swimming with Toby and William this morning," said Rufus.
"We got up a bit late," said Hugo and just hung out this morning."
"Then this afternoon we had one of our work outs."
"We've still got Sports Day when we go back to school," added Hugo.
"I've brought something home to show you," said Mrs Lindstrom. "I want your opinion… expert opinion." She laid a large art folder on the kitchen table. "We've been interviewing this boy all day and taking some shots and I have to decide before tomorrow whether to offer him a contract or not." There was a general intake of breath.
"He is gorgeous," said Rufus, rather forgetting himself and reacting quite naturally. The other two were a little more circumspect, considering the furore of the past few days, but their body language gave away their approval.
"Has he got any personality, Mum?" said Rufus. His mother said yes. "Then snatch him up straightaway. I'll look after him if he gets lonely." Veronica gave him a disapproving look.
"I didn't say he was gay."
"But you implied it. He is, isn't he?" said Rufus.
"You're going to have to get used to it, Mum," said Magnus. "You can't employ gay people and exploit them at work and then come home and disapprove of us. That's hypocrisy. You've got to learn to accept us. We're your sons."
The boys could see that the last remark had not gone down well with their mother. She snapped the folder shut and tied the ribbon in a bow.
"I suppose I'd better get on and cook dinner or your father will be home before I've got anything done." The boys disappeared out into the back garden. They sat cross-legged on the lawn as far away from the house as possible.
"I'm not sure that was the wisest thing to say," said Hugo.
"Maybe, maybe not," replied Magnus, "but Mum's eventually got to accept we are what we are. She has no difficulty exploiting gay people at work for money, but with her own flesh and blood it's almost as if… as if we're rejects, not acceptable any more. What do you think, Rufus?"
"She's been off since we came out on Saturday. More with me than with you two."
"I think Mum was depending on you to be the breeder in the family. We were no surprise. You were," said Hugo.
"Okay, but Dad seemed to deal with it okay."
"Perhaps it's because his cousin's gay and has got a partner," said Rufus "and so he's got some experience in the family."
"Is that Björn?" asked Magnus.
"That's right," said Hugo.
"Isn't that the one he spent his summers with as a boy?" continued Magnus.
"And some Christmases."
"You don't think that…" said Rufus.
"What? That Dad's a closet homosexual?" interjected Hugo.
"Never in a thousand years," said Magnus. "You know Mum. She'd have sussed him out years ago. No, I think it's what Dad says. Give her space. It's the wrong time of the month."
"But isn't she over that by now?" said Rufus. "Hey, that's a point. Do you think she's starting the menopause? That can make women go funny."
"Hi, boys." It was Carl's voice as he stepped out of the back door and came into the garden. "Have you had a good day?"
"Hi, Dad," came the reply. "Fine. How about you?"
"Great. All the time the clients come through the door, the money rolls into the bank and I'm content."
"Is that what they call a bankroll?" said Rufus. The twins turned and glared at him. Carl rolled his eyes.
"Mum said dinner's ready. Come in and wash your hands."
As the three boys appeared in the kitchen, Veronica said
"Rufus, is that blood on the back of your tee shirt?" Three boys blushed deeply.
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