The Sins of the Father
by N Fourbois
Chapter 16
Hugo came into Rufus's room, visibly shaken.
"Mum's just given me one of her going-overs."
"A howler or a soft gentle one?" enquired Magnus.
"The soft gentle one."
"Oh dear," replied Magnus.
"Well, you know what Mum's like," said Rufus. "What's the difference between Mum and a terrorist? … You can negotiate with a terrorist."
"She said she didn't know what all this was about and she had no intention of finding out, but if it caused such anger and if I was pitched against two and now three, I was onto a loser and I had to sort it and myself out. So I've come to sort it out. I know I was out of order to lock your dick in that cage, Rufus, outside the scene, and I accept you were only getting your own back, which I deserved, and I'm sorry. Can I give you a hug, Rufus?" Rufus and Hugo hugged and Rufus stiffened up. "You're as randy as ever, little bro."
"I know. I haven't had much this week with you two away. I think at the end of the holidays I shall have to give some serious thought to getting a boyfriend."
"Anyone in mind?" asked Magnus.
"Yes, but he's already got a boyfriend and they're both mates of mine."
"Not that Toby Cholmondeley?" said Hugo. "I wouldn't mind parting his cheeks myself, and they say he's got bollocks that dangle like a ram's."
"Something like that, but not so hairy," said Rufus. "But no, it's not him." He wasn't going to volunteer any further information in case he let slip about the two midweek sessions he'd had with them, though they'd probably find out anyway when they got the equipment out and saw it re-arranged and cleaned.
At supper that evening Veronica took the opportunity of having everybody together to organise the coming week. "Hugo, I've fixed up a week's work experience for you at the office. On Monday you'll see how the agency works. Tuesday you'll have elementary training in modelling. Wednesday rehearsals for a shoot and Thursday the shoot, and if you're good enough, the shoot will be used, but I warn you, don't expect to appear nationwide in a thirty second TV commercial. I couldn't take the risk and I am leaving Friday free in case we have to repeat the shoot with a professional model. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mum."
"Now, all of you, don't forget we are going on holiday next Saturday. Luckily it's a late flight, but you can still get your packing done during the week. Any questions?"
"When do we get our turn at work experience?" asked Magnus.
"We're away for a fortnight and get back early on Sunday morning. It's a quick turn around. I have to be back in the office on the Monday morning and that's when your work experience begins, Magnus. A similar programme. Then the following week it's your turn, Rufus. That takes us to week six of the school holidays, also A-level results week, GCSEs the following week, then after August bank holiday back to school for you, Rufus"
"Do we get to work with Michel Ledivin?" asked Rufus.
"Probably," answered Veronica, "but that's not a promise because I don't know the work schedules that far ahead, nor his holiday entitlement, but you'll have a chance to meet him and talk to him over the week. By the way, Michel Ledivin is his professional name. His real name is Michael Dwight, although he does prefer to be called Michel rather than Michael, or Mike, or Micky."
They continued with their meal. Carl asked Hugo and Magnus about their time in Cornwall. The boys were quite chatty about it, but it was all generalities designed to paint a picture of youthful innocence when in fact innocence had been conspicuously absent. Carl might have learnt more from informal chats with the boys. However, Rufus knew that Newquay was another planet and neither world would meet, and nor should it.
"Have you made your peace with your brothers yet, Hugo?" enquired Veronica.
"Yes, Mum." Rufus felt like saying 'Have you made your peace with your husband yet, Mum?' He had been through five floggings and on the wrong end of one of them, but he was still not brave enough to put that question to his mother. He knew the answer anyway.
The following week proved a lonely one for Rufus. During the day he only had Magnus for company. William and Toby had gone off for their family holidays. Indeed William and his mother had booked to go with the Cholmondeley family. 'As much chance as I have of splitting the atom there, let alone William's cheeks,' thought Rufus. In the evenings Hugo was at home. One fortunate spin-off was that Veronica had to bring him home on time since he could see whether his mother really had an overload of work or not. He was rather dismissive of Michel Ledivin. 'Obviously no chemistry there,' Rufus remarked to Magnus when they were at home together during the day.
However, the week did pass quite quickly and gradually stories about the time spent in Newquay began to emerge. The twins had been shocked at the amount of drugs and alcohol available and it was fortunate that they had each other to give them moral strength. Not that they were abstinent as far as the alcohol was concerned, but Hugo's hangover on the first Saturday was fresh in both their minds. They had been surfing, but had kept clear of tombstoning. They were more forthcoming about others' sexual adventures than their own, but then they were old hands and members of their little gay group would come to them for advice, viewing the twins as the godfathers of their community. If the week had done nothing else it had put a few rough edges on two urbane eighteen year olds.
One lunchtime Magnus and Rufus were having a snack. As usual they were on the patio, completely naked.
"Where are you and Hugo going with this bondage stuff?" asked Rufus.
"We don't really know. At the moment we are just trying things out… experimenting. The trouble is we've spent a lot of money on it and so we now feel we've got to use the equipment."
"Do you honestly like getting beaten… getting hurt?"
"I don't, no, but don't forget, Hugo is the only one who has had two sessions. We've only had one. Perhaps it's an acquired taste."
"It's that all right," said Rufus.
"But I'll tell you one thing. I do enjoy the sex part of it. It heightens the thrill if you don't know what's going to happen to you, who's going to do it and you can't do a thing about it. Yeah, I think I could go for BD without the SM. How about you?"
"I'm interested," answered Rufus. "I can't deny that, but it's the psychological tricks played on the sub that interest me. I can't say that I enjoyed being flogged, but I had to go through with it as a form of initiation, so that I would have equal standing with you and Hugo. But like you I enjoyed the sex part and I don't really miss my pubes now anyway. What does Hugo think?"
"He's dead keen on the SM bit. He likes the pain and he says it makes him really horny, especially when the sex is unfulfilled and replaced by pain. Would you try all this business out on friends rather than your brothers?" Rufus had to be careful here because he already had.
"Yes, I think so, but they'd have to ask me. I would not try to persuade them. And friend. I don't think it's wise to have more than one slave in a session at a time."
"What makes you say that?" Rufus got flustered.
"They don't… I mean they wouldn't get full attention." What made him say that? He almost gave himself away.
The boys continued chatting and snacking.
"Rufus," said Magnus "why are you so interested in my cock today? You've seen it before enough times."
"I know, many times, but it always fascinates me, the way your foreskin is cut back. I often wonder what it feels like. I don't have to check out Hugo's because his is exactly the same as mine."
"Do you feel like some fun?"
"What sort of fun?'
"You know. What we've just been talking about. Bon-daage without the S&M."
"And you want to be my slave, Magnus?"
"Completely, and I don't want you to tell me what's going to happen. Just do it… unless I use my safe word, of course."
"Give me half an hour to think something up and that'll still give us a couple of hours before Dad gets home."
Rufus went into Magnus's room. Okay, we're doing it in here. I'll strip the bed. You get your kit off."
Although a welcome break the Lindstrom family holiday in the Algarve only provided physical rest, scarcely emotional relaxation. They landed in Portugal towards nine in the evening, relieved they had chosen to take the tour operator's bus to their hotel. They would pick up a hire car on Monday morning. They had selected a family apartment which looked good in the brochure. It consisted of a lounge and kitchenette and two bedrooms. The boys' room with three beds in it turned out to be rather cramped and since the walls were wafer thin, that left them with little privacy. Because of the lateness of the hour Carl told his family to put up with it and he would speak to the company rep in the morning.
"Not much chance of any fun here," remarked Magnus, which won a disapproving look from his mother. The upshot on Sunday was that the parents remained where they were and the boys were found two double rooms in a different part of the hotel complex.
"Sorry to leave you on your own, little bro," said Hugo.
"That's okay, big bro," replied Rufus. "I'm on holiday and I don't intend sleeping on my own every night."
The Sunday morning consisted of rising early for breakfast at nine, a briefing from the travel agency rep at ten, a verbal grilling for the rep before eleven and lunch some time after the boys had moved to their new rooms. After they had eaten a light lunch, they could finally be let loose on the beach.
The family needed the Sunday to get over the journey. Once they had picked up the car on Monday morning it gave them freedom. If they had particular plans the five went off together as a family, but if it was just a shopping expedition to the next town the boys let the parents go off on their own. Hugo and Magnus were content with their own company, but they weren't unreactive or monogamous if they attracted the attention of other boys their age on the beach. The Newquay experience was paying dividends. It was Rufus who was left on his own, but being the most outgoing of the three he could soon find a group playing beach volleyball or football on the sand and join in and with his GCSE French and German (he hoped) he had no difficulties communicating, and should a group of girls come along and disrupt the game he had no difficulty in spotting those boys who showed no interest in them and eagerly sought out their company. By the Tuesday evening he had fulfilled the promise he'd made to himself and was definitely not sleeping alone. Again he gained from what was happening for although his experience in sex could not be disputed, he rapidly had to learn the art of seduction, and if not seduction, then flirting and chatting up. One day he did spend on the golf course with his father, but Rufus's experience of golf was so limited that he was there more as company for his father than competition.
A fortnight later in the early hours of the Sunday morning the Lindstroms arrived home, tired from the journey. While the aircraft was standing on the tarmac awaiting take-off, Rufus turned to his brothers and said
"You realise, of course, that I can now have sex in four languages?" The noise of the engines revving up prevented their parents from hearing this titbit.
"Four, you randy little bitch?" said Magnus incredulously.
"Yeah, four: English, French, German and Portuguese. I might have been able to add Dutch, but the little Belgian cutie I met at the disco was so good at English and insisted on using it… and when his hand is gently squeezing your balls, you tend not to argue."
"You didn't tell us about the Portuguese," protested Hugo.
"I don't tell you everything, and anyway, if you two didn't spent so much time with your dicks up each other's arse, you might have noticed about five hundred metres along the coast from the hotel is what they call Da Praia Rosa , the pink beach, and it's not because of the colour of the sand, either. I was playing football with him there one morning and I invited him back to my room for something long and cool. He wanted an English lesson and so I gave him one in English and he gave me one in Portuguese. That's all."
The family slept in late on Sunday morning and when they finally got up they realised that they had the supermarket run to do in order to stock up and three of them had to get ready for work the next day. The conflict between Carl and Veronica had not resolved itself. How could it? Veronica was confronted with four unalterable facts about her menfolk. Facts are facts and if they are changed, they no longer remain facts. The only room for movement was her attitude towards their homosexuality. Attitude is driven by emotion, irrationality, in extreme cases by insanity. Only Veronica had room for manœuvre and she was not willing to do that, if indeed she realised this was the case. The boys did not know it, and were not to know it, but their parents had slept in separate rooms while on holiday, which explained their readiness to seek new accommodation for them.
The following day Magnus went to the agency with his mother, ready to start his week's work experience. It was Hugo who was at a loose end for Toby and William had returned from their holiday and Rufus spent most of his free time hanging with them.
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