The Sins of the Father
by N Fourbois
Chapter 14
Rufus set about cleaning up the apparatus. He soaked the dildo in hot water with Fairy Liquid and bleach in it. He sprayed the ball of the gag with Dettol and rinsed it under the tap. He sprayed the cuffs, collars, whips and handcuffs. While he was doing that, he was thinking hard about the programme for Thursday. It had to be different for it was important to introduce the unexpected. Then he remembered that up in the loft in one of the boxes were some boxing gloves. He would go up and fetch a pair down before his parents came home. He didn't want any unnecessary questions. The next problem to be solved was what to do with Toby. He didn't want him to be shackled to the bed. He'd be in the way. He'd have to think of some way round that. Finally he typed out some notes on his computer and texted Toby and William: «Thursday's uniform jockstrap and cricket box. Don't forget towel and spare undies.» 'That should get them wondering.'
Rufus was just going downstairs to sun himself in the garden when his father came home. He looked at his watch for he hadn't realised it had reached that time already. Furthermore, it struck him that his father had come at his normal time. However, this realisation was not helped by another – that his mother was gradually coming home later each day.
"Have you had a good day, Rufus?"
"All right, Dad. William and Toby came round and hung out for the morning."
"What did you have for lunch? Fish and chips?"
"No, just chips."
"I thought so. I can smell them. Are they an item?"
"What? Fish and chips? They have been for years. Long before Harry Ramsden was a lad."
"No, you ass. William and Toby."
"That's the rumour on the street," replied Rufus.
"I'll take that as a yes," said Carl and father and son burst out laughing. "I suppose you'll be looking for a significant other half sometime soon?"
"It's nice of you to be thinking of me like that," said Rufus.
"No, don't take it like that, son. It's just that I know you'll miss your brothers when they go off to uni."
"By the way, there's a card from them."
"Yes, I saw it."
"Mum's late home again."
"Yes. She said they've got a lot on at the moment. Still, another week and we'll be off on holiday. I think we all need to get away and see something different. It'll do us all some good. You know, Rufus, I do worry about you."
"Why's that?"
"It's since you came out. Hugo and Magnus will always have each other and they'll look after one another, too. But you'll be on your own… until you find yourself a friend… a special friend…"
"Do you mean a boyfriend, Dad?" Carl nodded. "Then say it. I'm past being embarrassed. And stop worrying about me. I'm a big boy now and can look after myself. In fact, much as I love them, it might be easier when they're no longer around. I'm still the baby of the family. I might be allowed to grow up and become a person in my own right."
"Give me a hug, son, and then I'd better start getting dinner ready."
After dinner Rufus went up to his room, uploaded the snaps he had taken earlier and e-mailed them to William and Toby. He then encrypted them.
"Good morning, Rufus," said Veronica Lindstrom. "You're up bright and early. That's two days running."
"It's the bright sun. I can't sleep."
"So, what are you up to today?"
"Doing stuff with Toby and William." Veronica had not cracked the code.
"What sort of stuff?"
"You know, swimming, bike ride, chilling."
"That's all right. I don't want you indoors this weather staring at a computer screen."
"Dad's gone to work early again today."
"Yes. He says he can get quite a bit done before the staff come in."
"Is there something between you two at the moment?"
"Whatever makes you think that, Rufus?"
"He goes to work early and you come home late. It's almost as if you're avoiding one another."
"It's just that we've both got a lot of work on at the moment and in a recession we've got to take it or someone else will." It hadn't escaped Rufus that his mother hadn't answered the question, but he saw no point in pursuing it. After all he was not seeking information, just confirmation of what his father had told him.
"Did you take on that male model?" Rufus was purposely avoiding the description of 'gay'.
"Yes. My colleagues persuaded me in the end." 'I bet they had to,' thought Rufus. "I think he'll be okay," said Veronica. 'Okay? He's stonking,' thought Rufus.
"When do we get to meet him?"
"When you come and do your week's work experience."
"When's that?"
"After we come back from holiday. Look, I can't stay chatting like this. I'll be late to the office. Be a dear and stack the dishwasher."
"See you later, Mum, and try not to be too late. We were starving last night and the meal was a bit overcooked."
"I'll take that in the spirit it was offered. See you later, Rufus."
"Bye, Mum," and with that she was out of the front door.
Just before half past nine there was a ring at the front door. Rufus answered it, dressed in his bath robe.
"Just got up?" joked William.
"No, I've done a day's work already." William and Toby came in and went up Rufus's room with him. They saw all the equipment laid out, noted the boxing gloves and wondered whether Rufus was going to punch them during the session.
"Are you ready to begin?" said Rufus. They were. "Get your kit off." Rufus slipped out of his bath robe to reveal himself in black crotchless tights and white jockstrap and cricket box. His upper body was bare and he put on the black leather head mask. William appeared in a red jockstrap – to hide the blood, he jested – while Toby wore the traditional white. Rufus handed them the collars which they put on themselves.
"You're okay with your safe words?" ascertained Rufus and the other two assured him they were. Rufus dealt with Toby first. He clipped on the chain and dragged him across to the desk chair and made him sit down. He put a cotton hood over his head and bound it round the neck. He took some duct tape and unrolled it round Toby's ankles and the chair legs. That immobilised him. Next he put the boxing gloves over his hands and tied them so that they wouldn't slip off. "If you're a good boy, I won't have to tape your arms to your body." Finally he zipped up the eye and mouth slits on the hood, loosely wound the chain round the handle of one of his desk drawers and placed the headphones over his ears.
"Now it's your turn, William. I see you've got a boner already, you dirty little devil," said Rufus, giving the pouch of his jockstrap a couple of hard prods with the crop. "Why haven't you put your box in?" and he whacked William's butt with the crop.
"I was watching you and Toby and forgot." Rufus picked the box up and, standing behind him, slipped it into the pouch, giving him a good feel and kissing his neck as he did.
"Get these on," he said gruffly, handing him the four cuffs. He pulled the covers off his bed. "Now lie on the bed on your back. Not that way round. Head to the footboard." Rufus clipped the straps to the wrist cuffs and tightened them round the bars of the footboard, then the ankles to the headboard. He gave a couple of whacks with the crop on the inside of his thighs. William shouted out, but couldn't wriggle his body. "Just right," said Rufus. He completed William's preparation by lifting his head, placing a blindfold over his eyes and fastening it at the back of his neck. "Now you know what will happen if you become too gobby? The ball gag, or the steel frame that holds your mouth open and stops you talking that way. Think about it."
Now his two slaves were blindfolded, Rufus took off his kit and continued to work naked. He realised that there was very little he could do with Toby as he was. He took a Stanley knife and slit the duct tape holding his legs to the chair. A muffled 'ow!' came from beneath the hood as he ripped the remaining tape off Toby's legs. Now he could stand up and walk around within the length of his chain tether. With his hands in the boxing gloves there was very little he could do or feel with them. He knew his arms could be taped to his body and so he behaved. In fact Rufus had a better option available – clingfilm. He didn't want to use it because he believed that boxing gloves at the end of free arms would cause more frustration and Rufus was after all the psycho man. He picked up the flail and whipped Toby across the front of his thighs, who then quickly realised why they had been ordered to wear boxes that day. Rufus turned Toby round and inspected his butt. The colour had gone back to normal. Rufus swept the flail across it to get the blood flowing. He then put on some surgical gloves, lubed up Toby's crevice and hole in a leisurely manner, probing his sphincter with two fingers and when he felt the time had come, he fed a lubricated butt plug into his arse. Toby in fact liked the feeling, which was a good thing, for he couldn't grip it to take it out with his hands and if he used his anal muscles to expel it, he was afraid of shitting himself. Rufus would have shagged him, but the prize for today was William's hole. He had been after that for some time, but now the goal was within his grasp.
Rufus looked at William lying there in his helpless state. It made him hard. He knelt on the floor by the bed, leant over and kissed him, at first just lips. William tried to make their tongues meet, but at every attempt Rufus withdrew a little, just building up frustration in William. Eventually Rufus allowed their tongues to touch and a battle for supremacy took place between them. It didn't matter who won. Rufus noticed he was dripping precum and so, rather than waste it, he scooped it up and placed it on the tip of William's tongue.
"More," groaned William.
"Okay, if you want more, my boy, you shall have it." Rufus stood up, climbed onto the bed and, straddling William, fed his dick into his mouth. For some reason he wasn't taking it properly, probably because of the angle of his head, and he was scraping it with his teeth. Rufus climbed off, fetched the metal frame gag, pinched William's nose and fitted it so that he couldn't clench his teeth. He climbed back on and penetrated his mouth to greater satisfaction for both of them. Now he just had to be careful not to come off and to save himself for William's hole. He judged the moment had come for him to withdraw. He climbed off, wiped his dick on a towel, but left the steel frame in William's mouth.
Now came the time for a bit of softening up. He took the crop and with the end whipped various parts of William's body, on his nipples, on the bottoms of his feet, the inside of his legs, and harder across his jock, making him realise the good sense of wearing a box. He then turned his attention with the crop to Toby. He pulled down his jock, which allowed his semi-hard dick to stiffen to its full length and Rufus to apply the crop to his dick and more gently to his balls. He returned the jock and box to their correct position, but not before giving Toby's low hangers a good feel and a suck.
"Take my cock," groaned Toby, but he couldn't hear Rufus's refusal.
Rufus now had a logistical problem which he had not thought through. He needed William on his front. He sat in the chair while he worked out a strategy. At the same time he discovered that after sucking Toby's balls he wanted to suck dick as well. His own was rock hard and proving a distraction. As soon as it showed a sign of softening, he put his jockstrap back on. Everything was under control.
Rufus unclipped one of William's legs, took out his box and pulled his jock down and guided his leg out of it and clipped the strap back on. Similarly with the other leg and he could get rid of the jock entirely. William was rock hard. All Rufus had to do was kneel on the bed and take William's cock. As it exploded, he took all of the boy's juices, kept as much as he could in his mouth and gave him a deep throated French kiss.
Now he had the task of turning William over. He unclipped one of his wrists, handcuffed it to the other before releasing that one from its strap; similarly with his ankles. Rufus told him to lie on his stomach. He prodded and whacked him with the crop to get him into the right position before he clipped on the straps and removed the handcuffs. He took the pillow from his bed and put it into a black plastic bin bag. He could cope with spunk on the pillow cases, but not on the pillow itself. He got William to raise his body so that he could slide the pillow under his stomach and raise his bottom. Then he tightened the straps so that he couldn't move. He gave William a token whipping with the flail, but his mind and dick were set on one thing and one thing only. Rufus put on a pair of gloves. He felt underneath William, pulled his balls back between his legs and tried to do the same with his cock, but it was so stiff it resisted. Rufus took his time lubing his crevice and hole, extracting little moans of pleasure as he did. Finally he discarded the gloves and his jockstrap, rolled a condom over his oh so stiff cock, climbed on top of William and after teasing his crack with his weapon, slowly penetrated his hole until he could feel his balls squeeze against William's butt.
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