The Sins of the Father
by N Fourbois
Chapter 10
Hugo took two ice cubes and pressed them hard on Magnus's nipples. Apart from the initial surprise they had little effect on him. Hugo took more ice cubes and, removing the butt plug, ran them over Magnus's body ending with his buttocks, after which he took one and lodged it in the entrance to his hole. Magnus flexed his cheeks which had two effects. It prevented a cube from being pushed through the sphincter, but held it in place until his body heat melted the ice and cold water trickled down, running across his perineum, running cold down his scrotum and finally warmer down the inside of his thigh, now warmed by his body.
By now the violence was over for apart from the occasional stroke from the flail confined to the buttocks Hugo feared that anything more serious might break the skin and he didn't want another patch of blood that would have to be explained away as happened on Wednesday. Tired with that, he took the bottle of iced water and poured it slowly over Magnus's dick and scrotum. Again once the initial shock was over this had little effect on the sub apart from shrivelling his dick and forcing his balls to seek refuge inside his body. He had one weapon and one procedure left in his armoury and one of those was useless until Magnus's equipment thawed out. Hugo was ashamed of himself for not planning better and thinking through the consequences.
"Rufus, go and fetch the hair dryer from our room."
"Yes, sir," he replied sarcastically. He was after all not the slave.
Hugo picked the pinwheel out of the box of kit and ran it across Magnus's upper body. It made him shudder, but was obviously not causing any great discomfort. Under other circumstances it might have aroused him sexually. Rufus returned with the hair dryer. Hugo put it on the lowest setting, plugged it in and said
"Here's a little job for you. Run this over his bits and pieces and bring them back to life." Rufus lubed up his hands with baby oil. "No!" Hugo shouted. "Don't use that. You'll fry them. That's a step too far." He continued his work with the pinwheel.
In a few minutes Rufus had manipulated Magnus's cock and balls to something approaching normality, attested by an erection and copious precum dribbling out of the slit of his glans. It was ready for Hugo's pinwheel. He rolled down from his navel, up his erection, across the glans, which did make Magnus flinch, down the other side and across the seam of his scrotum. He discarded the gloves, poured some oil on his hands and stroked his brother's dick and balls.
"This is where we need a crop, Rufus. You can't use a flail or beater here." Hugo continued his work. Magnus was beginning to breathe more heavily. Hugo took a jar of Vick vapour rub out of his shorts pocket, smeared some on his courting finger and thoroughly rubbed it in all over the top and underneath the glans. That did make Magnus writhe and shout for the first time that morning. Hugo did not permit him to come off.
"Hugo, you're a cruel man." He grinned evilly and took Rufus's remark as a compliment.
"We'll give him five or ten minutes to calm down," said Hugo. He and Rufus started to tidy up, keeping separate what needed to be cleaned. Rufus took the stuff to be cleaned into the kitchen and was surprised to see that it was almost twelve o'clock. When he went back to the garage he told Hugo the time.
"You release him, Rufus. He might well thump me, but he won't do that to you." Rufus climbed up the ladder and released the chain holding his wrists, then the gag, the blindfold and the headphones. Magnus blinked, shook his head and body, then proceeded to take off the four cuffs. He was free. He took his liberator into a hug and kissed him.
"Nice one, bro," he said to Hugo. "Your turn next, I believe," and he grinned. He picked up his bath robe and said "I'm off for a shower… and a wank since you can't do it properly."
Cleaned and tidied up, the three brothers walked into town. They had decided upon lunch at Burger Star. When they got there, it was already full with young office and shop workers on lunch break. Magnus and Rufus managed to find a table tucked away a corner while Hugo placed the order. They had to wait a little while because the place was so busy, but they were in no hurry, content to look around at the eye candy. Although equally full of men and women, Burger Star had a reputation for being gay friendly and unlike its international competitors didn't have to place adverts to say so. Its reputation had spread by word of mouth.
"Look at those two that have just come in," said Rufus. "Gorgeous, and I bet they're gay."
"How do you know?" said Hugo.
"I just do. It's called gaydar."
"I know what it's called, thank you very much. I didn't know you possessed it."
"I don't tell you everything." The boys were called to fetch their burgers. Meanwhile the people on the next table were ready to go and in an instant the newcomers were there ready to take their seats. When our three came back, Rufus changed his seat so that he could eyeball them.
"God, Rufus," said Hugo "you're disgusting. Don't you ever stop looking at the world through the hole in your prick?"
"What the devil's the matter with you today, Hugo? You were in a mood this morning, unnecessarily cruel, in a mood this afternoon, wouldn't let me take much part, bossed me around as if I was the slave…"
"Wrong day of the month," said Magnus with a laugh, "and a bad loser because he couldn't get the better of me."
"You soon screamed out like a girlie when I put the Vick on your dick."
"So will you when I spray your bollocks with Deep Heat . Anyway, that was the best part of the work out."
"But seriously, I am worried about something." Magnus had won the psychological battle in his scene. The other two boys started to pay attention to Hugo. "Mum and Dad are both acting odd but in different ways, and it's been since our birthday party."
"We came out," said Magnus.
"Yes," said Hugo thoughtfully. "Us two came out and that went okay. Then Rufus came out and with Mum suddenly it was no longer okay. Dad took it. We went home. Sunday there was a bad atmosphere in the house. Then Monday we think Dad came home early, caught us in the middle of our session, went away instead of busting us and then gave us a talk which without mentioning the word 'bondage' warned us off."
"'Take it from someone who knows' he said," chipped in Rufus. "Then yesterday I saw him at the Lakeside Café where the waitress appeared to treat him as a regular."
"So why has he been leaving work early?" said Magnus.
"And what's going on between him and Mum?" said Rufus.
"The key, I'm sure, is 'Take it from someone who knows'," said Magnus "and it refers to bondage. We need to ask him questions about his past, about the time when he was our age."
"You see, we don't really know enough about the Swedish side of our family," said Hugo.
"To get us back to what we are supposed to be discussing," said Rufus, "what did you think about this morning, Magnus? Best part?"
"The flail, undoubtedly. That made me feel really horny."
"Worst part?"
"That depends what you mean by the worst part. If you mean mediocre, it was the sex, apart from the Vick on the glans. If you mean most troublesome, then it was that loop of Vivaldi. Effective. I could hear nothing else. The beatings I heard through my bones, not my ears, and the constant music was awful."
"We must get a recording of white noise," said Hugo.
"Saw them in concert in London," said Rufus facetiously, "but I didn't buy the CD. Heavy metal group."
"The gag was different," said Magnus. "I wasn't expecting that."
"Hugo said we need a crop," said Rufus.
"Okay, I'll order one. We've got enough money," said Magnus. "What I'd like to try next is electro-stimulation, but that will cost. Cheap at a hundred pounds for the box."
"Blindfolded or not?"
"Depends on the scene. Remember what Galileo said? 'They only had to show me the instruments of torture and I recanted,'" replied Magnus. "So sometimes you can get a better effect by showing the sub the instrument than by using it. We haven't got enough experience yet."
Our boys were concentrating so much on their conversation that they did not notice, not even Rufus who had been checking them out when they came in, that the two cuties were eating their burgers in silence. They were hanging on every word our boys were saying.
"Hey, what are they talking about, Dave?"
"Bondage."
"What's that?" asked Pete.
"It's like when you have a slave and a master and the master ties the slave up, then punishes him and they have sex."
"Can a man and a woman do it?"
"Yeah, but not the way they do it. You have to be gay."
"Cor, it's given me a stiffie just listening to them."
"Yeah, me too. I'm going to google it when I get home. Wanna come back to my place?'
"Yeah, all right."
"Enjoy your burgers, guys?" Rufus called across from his seat.
"Yeah, sure," said Dave. "Better than the ones you get from the other two places in town."
"No school today?"
"Nah," said Pete. "We've done our GCSEs and left."
"Hey," said Dave. "We couldn't help hearing. Are you lot into bondage?"
"Can you two keep a secret?"
"Sure."
"Don't tell anyone, but yes," answered Rufus in a loud whisper.
"Is it good?" said Pete.
"We like it." Dave got up to go.
"Wait a minute," said Pete. "I've still got a stiffie."
"Oh, come on. No one will notice, Peewee."
"Peewee yourself." As they got up, Rufus's eyes were glued to them. They were both wearing white nylon knee length trousers and when the light caught them and shone through, it was obvious they were freeballing. Rufus wished he had his camera with him.
"What are we doing now?" asked Hugo.
"We sit in the square and do a bit of boywatching," suggested Magnus "and then finish off the afternoon with an ice cream at the café by the lake."
"We're not going to spy on Dad, are we?" said Rufus.
"We're not going to spy on him. If we happen to see him there, we'll sit with him and have a chat. After all, it's clear we have some concerns."
Sitting in the town square boywatching was a waste of time. The rest of the world was at school and when the school population finally made an appearance at some time past three, our boys had to move off to the lake. However, they had time to kill and so they sat there chatting and enjoying the sun.
"We should've brought our skateboards," said Magnus.
"What's this thing you're doing down at Newquay at the end of term?" asked Rufus.
"It happens every year," said Hugo. "The week after we leave school the Upper Sixth goes down to Newquay and chills out. There's beaches and surfing and doing nothing. Nearly everyone will be there."
"Where do you stay?"
"Depends. A lot of people just take a tent and camp out. Others find cheap hotels. Some just sleep on the beach. It's not only in Newquay itself. It's all along the coast there, but Newquay's the centre. We'll have barbies on the beach. I gather the locals are not too keen… until the money starts to come in, that is."
"Are you sleeping on the beach?"
"No," said Hugo. "We've done a bit better than that."
"Yeah, we've boxed a bit clever," said Magnus. "All the gay kids in the Upper Sixth have got together and we've hired a dormitory. It's got a dozen beds, communal ablutions and a kitchen and we've got the use of it for a week."
"Cheap is it?"
"Should be."
"What does that mean?"
"We had to put a bond of a grand up front over and above the hire and providing there's no damage we get the thousand back after the place has been inspected," said Hugo.
"And is that money safe?"
"Ought to be. We paid it to a solicitor."
"So how many of you using it?"
"Nine. So there's a bit of spare room in case we make any new chums."
"Sounds good," said Rufus. "What's the address?"
"What do you want that for?" said Hugo.
"I might come down and visit you."
"Don't you dare. This is a year group thing. You wouldn't be welcome."
"Give it to me anyway. We might use it when our turn comes."
"Mum and Dad have got the address anyway," said Magnus. "Don't let him wind you up."
The boys made their way slowly to the lake. The way by which they approached it was opposite the café on the other bank. No sign of their father. It was a long narrow lake with no bridge over it. The bridges were at the end over the streams that fed and drained it. They ambled along the longer route and once they came in sight of the café again they could see the waitress serving their father with his coffee.
"Hi, Dad!"
"Hi, boys! This is a surprise."
"Do you mean that?" said Magnus.
"Of course I do. Sit yourselves down and order what you want." The boys ordered ice creams from the waitress and waited until she brought them before Magnus started.
"Dad, we're worried. We're worried about you and Mum."
"We're worried about you boys," said Carl.
"But that's not an answer. That's evasive." Carl sat up. This was obviously serious as far as his sons were concerned and he was not going to be allowed to get away with any sloppy thinking.
"Okay," said Carl. "Tell me what you're worried about."
"Well, it started at our birthday dinner party, didn't it?" Carl looked far from comfortable. Magnus continued. "Mum was upset, not when Hugo and I came out, but when Rufus did. Are we right? Then it was a bad weekend for both of you, but more obviously for Mum. Still right?" Carl nodded. "All this week you have left work early, on at least two days came here and came home late. Now it doesn't take Hercule Poirot to work out that you are a workaholic, it's hard to prise you away from the office and that if you're late home, it's because you're working. So why this change in behaviour?"
"Okay, boys, it's obvious that I owe you some answers and I ask you to be patient and listen. I'm just going to ring your mother and tell her where we are."
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