The Sins of the Father
by N Fourbois
Chapter 37
On Saturday morning Rufus and Michel slept in late. When they eventually got downstairs. Carl had long gone to play golf. Rufus made some fresh coffee while Michel helped himself to what he wanted to eat.
"Have we got anything special on today?" asked Michel.
"I've got one thing down in my diary." Michel looked decidedly downcast. "11.45 make love before Dad gets back." Michel looked decidedly more cheerful.
"Does it say who with?"
"No. Are you offering?"
"Maybe. Depends."
"On what?" demanded Rufus.
"Whether I've got a cooked breakfast inside me or not."
"That's blackmail."
"You know the best way to a man's heart is through his stomach."
"Okay. I give in. But just this once." At that Rufus got out the grill pan, and food from the fridge and the larder. "You know, I think I'll have a cooked one too. Tut tut, two days running."
Once Rufus had cooked everything and warmed the plates. The boys sat down and tucked in.
"Are you still into this bondage stuff, Rufus?"
"Yes and no. The interest still niggles at me, but on the other hand I haven't done anything since before term started and since Hugo broke his wrist, it's been a taboo subject and I haven't seen the twins, either. Why? Are you interested?"
"Sort of curious," answered Michel, trying to sound as non-committal as possible. "But as I told you, no way can I take part."
"I'm not asking you to, but would you like to see the equipment?"
"Yes, okay."
"We'll get cleared away here and I'll get the kit out."
After breakfast they went up to the twins' room and carried the plastic storage crates along to Rufus's. Rufus took off the lids and let Michel look in. He took some of the equipment out. He was amazed at the objects in there. He picked up and held the flail, the crop and the paddle. He looked at the varying items of headgear.
"This has already made me go hard. I could even see myself modelling some of this. Yeah, sure, I'd like to see it in use."
"You know something. It might just be possible. William and Toby wanted a session during half term and I said I couldn't manage it, but maybe we can. Will has gone away with his mother and so I would think that Toby might be at a loose end. They're both my age and so they're legal. Let me give Toby a ring."
Rufus picked up his mobile from his desk.
"Hi, Tobes. It's me, Rufus. You know what you were saying at school about us doing le bondage over half term? Well, a friend of mine is interested and I wondered whether you'd like to get involved." « … » "We can't do anything until tomorrow morning, but if you'd like to join in… « … » "Yeah, nine o'clock will do fine." « … » "Don't forget we get an extra hour anyway. See ya then and don't forget to bring a change of clothes." « … » "No, I'm not saying. See ya tomorrow. You won't be disappointed. « … » "Trust me. I'm a red head. See ya later." Rufus clicked off his phone. "That's that fixed, Mike. We've got a lot to fit in tomorrow morning," and they both giggled at the joke. "Give me a hand stowing these in my wardrobe."
At that moment they heard Rufus's Dad return and then a call of "I'm home."
"We're upstairs," Rufus called back.
"I might have guessed," said Carl.
"How did you get on?"
"Well, we won."
"You were playing pairs?"
"Yes, against the Captain and the Vice-Captain and they are meant to be the best two players in the Club. They weren't best pleased. Have you done anything about lunch yet?" asked Carl.
"Not yet," replied Rufus.
"How about going out to eat then?" said Carl, still calling up the stairs. "My treat."
"Bang goes our 11.45 date," whispered Rufus.
"Doesn't matter," said Michel. "We'll soon make up for it."
"That's great, Dad. What time are we leaving?"
"Twelve o'clock, okay?"
"Yeah, no sweat."
Back in his room Rufus said to Michel "Mike, I don't suppose you packed any tights with you? For the scene?"
"No, but perhaps we can ask your dad to drive by my place on the way back from lunch and I'll pop in and fetch some. And a leotard, just in case. It doesn't even have to be for the bondage demo. I've got some matching black ones." Rufus drew a breath in between his teeth and shuddered in an exaggerated manner.
"Pfwaw! You certainly know how to turn a boy on."
"I've certainly had plenty of practice," replied Michel modestly.
The boys put some respectable clothes on and appeared in the kitchen in time for a twelve o'clock departure. They climbed into the back of Carl's car and he drove off out into the country. They stopped outside a pub called the Nag's Head.
"I haven't been here before," said Carl, "but I've heard good reports and there is only one way to find out."
They walked in. The girl serving behind the bar was quite pretty which attracted Carl's attention, but Rufus and Michel were looking around for the waiting staff. There was nothing like a cute little waiter in white shirt and tight black trousers to add interest to the menu. Then one emerged from the kitchen carrying two hot meals.
"We'll sit at one of his tables," announced Rufus, half to his father and half to the barmaid. Carl rolled his eyes and Michel said
"You forward little huzzy. Behave yourself or I shall have one of my headaches tonight."
"Boys," said Carl "calm down. You're out with the family now, not your mates." With just Carl and Rufus remaining of the family that sounded rather hollow, but the message got across. The barmaid called Declan across on his way back to the kitchen and said
"Would you take these gentlemen to table twelve, please?" as she handed him three menus. Carl chatted to him while Rufus and Michel held back to make sure they could admire Declan's butt.
"I wonder whether they've got a handy broom cupboard," said Michel, and Rufus cracked up on the spot.
The three made themselves comfortable at table twelve and began to study the menu. Declan also advised them of chef's specialities of the day as set out on the blackboards. When he returned to take the order everybody ordered soup of the day, which turned out to be wild mushroom, with chunky brown bread and butter. Rufus ordered his meal and Michel said with a straight face
"I fancy some tongue." Rufus kicked him under the table, but Michel kept perfect self-control, which is more than could be said for Rufus. "It's there, under the salads," Michel continued, pointing it out to Declan on the page. Carl was too busy leafing through the menu still to notice the boys.
While they were waiting for their meals to come, Carl said
"The Captain told me a story this morning which might amuse you."
"What was that, Dad?" said Rufus with some trepidation, having heard his father's golfing stories before.
"His wife went to stock up at the supermarket yesterday. When she got home, their son and daughter came out to helped her carry the bags into the house and pack away the food, as they're trained to do. Imagine their surprise when their daughter took out a packet of condoms and some lubricant, and a minute later their son found a pregnancy testing kit. Red faces all round, especially as the children started enquiring whether there was going to be an addition to the family. But it didn't stop there because his wife took out a large box of chocolates she couldn't remember buying." Rufus and Michel just fell about. "Okay, boys, I thought it was amusing, but not that amusing."
"What's she like, the Captain's wife?" enquired Rufus.
"Oh, she's all right in small doses, but can be a bit bossy at times."
The boys looked at each other, tears beginning to pour down their faces.
"Shall we tell him?" said Rufus. Michel nodded. "Well, Dad, you know when we were at Sainsbury's last night? A bossy woman deliberately pushed her trolley into me. It got me on the ankle and quite hurt. Then she told us off as if it had been our fault. So we decided we would give her a surprise when she went through the check out. That's why we were hanging back to see her go through."
"Don't you remember, Rufus?" said Michel. "The Boy Scouts were doing the packing and so she wouldn't have noticed until she got home."
Carl roared with laughter, saying "You naughty boys!" now that the joke had been explained to him. "I think we'd better keep that our secret." At that moment Declan turned up with their food and the boys were able to admire not only his curly black hair and cute open face, but also his svelte waist and the bulge in his trousers.
"Five inches, uncut and tight balls," Michel whispered into Rufus's ear.
"How do you know?"
"Experience… and there's only one way to find out." Unfortunately there was no cleaners' cupboard available.
Carl and the boys enjoyed the rest of their meal, but occasionally burst out laughing when they thought back to the Captain's wife's shopping expedition. To cap it all, Michel inveigled Rufus into ordering spotted dick for his pudding and dared him to laugh. On the way back Carl called at Michel's house so that he could pick up some extra gear and they returned home. They thanked Carl and said they were going to watch a DVD, but they'd watch it upstairs on the computer. However, they were going to watch scenes from Boynapped in preparation for the next day.
Sunday morning dawned an hour earlier than on Saturday morning. Rufus and Michel could get up at seven and it felt like eight. They showered, got dressed quickly and went down to the kitchen to get their breakfast. They had a lot to do before Toby turned up on their doorstep at nine. Carl said good morning and asked if they would like a cooked breakfast. Michel declined as he had to be careful to maintain the quality of his skin for his work. One cooked breakfast in a while was okay, but two days running became a risk.
Carl was planning to leave by eight on his journey to visit the twins, which meant that the coast would be clear for an hour for the boys to make their preparations. They had to carry the equipment down to the garage for what they planned required their sub to remain upright and in the bedroom they could only carry out horizontal work unless they wanted to risk structural damage. The Lindstrom siblings did not feel that they could ask their parents for hooks or loops to be fitted into the ceiling of their rooms, or to the wall or floor for that matter.
Once Carl had gone they set to work with a purpose. They carried the crates of equipment down to the garage, set a up a sun bed, got three buckets ready which would eventually be filled with hot, icy or soapy water, the last one being a hygiene matter. They laid certain articles out on the on an old bed sheet on the workbench and covered it with another sheet. Rufus inserted a recharged battery into his camera and put it ready. The boys now had fifteen minutes to get changed. They both put on black cotton / lycra tights with slippers so that they could remove them quickly and a bathrobe so that they wouldn't get cold. They had already switched on a fan heater in the garage. During a scene the last thing they wanted was for anybody's bits and pieces to shrivel. Rufus put a black hood over Michel's head, made sure he could see, then fastened it round the neck. He told him to remain upstairs until he took Toby into the garage and then follow him in as soon as he could. Just gone nine there was a ring at the door and Rufus invited Toby into the living room.
"Okay, Toby? Everything all right?" Toby said yes. "We need to go through the pre-flight checks. You've done this before and so you know what's likely to happen." Toby nodded. "Is there anything you don't want to do?"
"Pissing, shitting and fisting."
"I think you are safe there. Safeword?"
"Hurdle."
"Oh, so you're smitten as well. If you're a good boy we might have something to show you later. You understand that once you have put the collar on you are under discipline until you take it off or use the safeword?"
"Yes."
"And you are doing this of your own free will and accord?"
"Yes."
"You know the rules of the game?"
"Yes."
"Okay, pick up your gear and come out to the garage."
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