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The Sins of the Father

by N Fourbois

Chapter 8

"I probably caught it on the rambler climbing up the pergola," Rufus answered to his mother's question about the blood.

"Sorry, I want to prune it some time," said Carl, "but it seems pointless while the roses are in bloom. They're so beautiful." The unintentional diversion caused by Carl gave Magnus sufficient time to take Rufus upstairs and attend to his back.

"Gosh, that was a close one. Lift your arms above your head." Magnus took Rufus's tee shirt off. It stung a bit as the shirt parted company with the congealed blood on his back. "Come along to the bathroom and I'll clean it up. You've taken a bit more of a beating than we intended." Magnus bathed the wound. Luckily it wasn't bleeding any more, but he put a plaster over it just in case. "Does the rest of your back hurt?"

"No, it's okay. I didn't even feel the wound."

"You're okay now, bro. Go and put a red shirt on just in case it leaks. It won't notice so much then." Magnus went back down to the kitchen and sat down at the table. "He's okay. Nothing life threatening." In a couple of minutes Rufus had arrived.

After the family had finished their meal, the boys stacked the dirty crockery and cutlery in the dishwasher and went out and sat on the patio.

"You know there's an article on bondage in the new GY mag, don't you?" said Hugo.

"I haven't had a chance to look at it yet, apart from the centrefold," said Rufus.

"I haven't read it, either," Hugo replied. "I'll take a look at it later."

At that point Carl came out into the garden in gloves and holding a pair of secateurs. He inspected the pergola, snipped a few twigs off the rose and put them into the green bin. Then he came and sat down with the boys on the patio. Veronica brought him out a cup of coffee.

"Drinks, boys?"

"No, thanks, Mum. We had enough over dinner."

"Are you coming to join us, dear?" said Carl.

"Not at the moment. I've got to make some phone calls about whether we take on this apprentice model or not."

Carl gave his wife time to ensconce herself in the study. He knew she'd be half an hour at the minimum on the phone. He talked to the boys about things in general, what they had been doing since their exams had finished, about going back to school the following Monday for the last week of term. Then like a stiletto between the ribs he said

"That blood wasn't from a rose thorn, was it?" From his eyes the boys knew he was addressing all of them. If the question had been directed at Rufus, he would have addressed him by name. The blush is an involuntary reflex. It probably shows up more when you are fair skinned. All three boys gave themselves away. Carl didn't wait for an answer. "You know I daren't share this with your mother. You appreciate that things are… what shall I say? … difficult at the moment. Let me just say this to you. What you are getting into is dangerous. Accept it from someone that knows. Hugo and Magnus, you are eighteen and the law says you are responsible for yourselves. Rufus, you're sixteen and have a lot of autonomy. I expect you to do what is right. I love you boys and I don't want to lose you. I have to trust you to do the right thing. I'm not going to throw you out of our home if you don't do what I say. That would achieve nothing. Just be very, very careful and if you want advice, don't be afraid to ask for it."

Carl picked up his empty cup and carried it into the kitchen. The boys were dinned into silence. They just sat there looking at each other.

"He knows, doesn't he?" said Hugo.

"Yes," conceded Magnus, "but how?"

"I've got something in the back of my mind," said Rufus. "You know the other day when we were dealing with Hugo with those fly swatter things? I've got a vague memory of a shadow passing the window. Then it came back and a face peered in through the pane. You don't think that could have been Dad?"

"Nah," said Magnus, " you drew the curtain."

"I did, but that curtain's worn pretty thin and also you can't pull it all the way across. I didn't want to tug it in case it fell apart in my hand."

"So what you're saying," said Hugo "is that Dad came home early, caught us in the middle of a scene and instead of busting us drove off somewhere?"

"Remember we had taken the fuse out of the garage door just in case something like that happened," said Magnus.

"Then there was not only the bit about things being difficult with Mum," said Rufus, "but also 'it's dangerous, accept it from someone who knows. What was 'it'?"

"Well, that's damn obvious," snorted Magnus. "He's got some experience of bondage." The other two regretted that they had not grasped the obvious nettle and had been trying to deny it to themselves.

"I'm going upstairs to read," said Rufus. "There's not much else I can do at the moment."

"Ah, shame," said the twins.

"Can I get GY from your room?"

"Sure," said Magnus, "but no wanking over Zeke."

"Chance would be a fine thing."

The next morning, Thursday, the boys gathered round the breakfast table after their parents had gone to work.

"Hey, guys," said Rufus, "have you read that article about bondage yet?"

"How could we?" retorted Hugo. "It only arrived yesterday and we had much more serious fun to attend to last night."

"Oh, lucky you," said Rufus without conviction since the cock cage had meant no fun for him.

"Have a heart, Hugo," said Magnus. "You could be in that position in the near future and it would be awful if the key got lost. Pull your sweats down, Rufus."

"I bet you say that to all the boys." Rufus grinned. Magnus undid the padlock and the chastity device fell apart in his hands. He took it and immersed it in the boiling water that the eggs had been cooking in and he lit the gas under the pan.

"That should kill off any nasties and you'd better wash your crotch. It's a bit smelly."

"And itchy. That's something I was going to tell you about," said Rufus. "I have been reading this article and there are one or two rules we've broken and that's the first one. We need to keep everything scrupulously clean. If we don't bin it, then it's got to be sterilised like that or sprayed and wiped off with disinfectant or surgical spirit. That's things like the cuffs, straps, nipple clamps, masks, blindfolds, anything that touches the body. And while we're talking about cuffs, we should change ours for soft leather as hard materials can chafe and cause infection, or cut off blood supply or damage nerve endings."

"Rufus is right, you know," said Hugo. "We've probably got away with it so far because we haven't used the stuff very much."

"Then one very big no-no," said Rufus "that we've done. You must never leave the sub by himself. It's all right to let him think he's by himself, but there must always be someone there for emergencies.

"Anything else?" said Magnus.

"You know Dad keeps a gallon of petrol in the garage for the lawn mower. We had candles lit – naked lights – which could have set off any vapour escaping from the can. The big door was immobilised. That's the main route of escape with two of us trying to get out of the small side door and one left hanging from the beam and no clothes to protect his skin. That was you, Hugo, by the way, in case the message hasn't got through yet."

"Any more?" said Magnus.

"Candle wax. We didn't get as far as waxing one of us, but you can't use just any wax candle. They have to be made of pure paraffin wax, otherwise the melting point is too high and will cause burns, severe in some cases like beeswax. There's more. Read the articles for yourselves."

The twins stopped eating and looked at each other. They realised that in their enthusiasm there had been a complete lack of thinking things through. They had been prepared to take the attendant risks that they had known about for themselves, but they were gutted to think that they had subjected their baby brother to them without a second thought, plus the risks they hadn't foreseen. The day had got off on rather a glum note.

After a long silence Magnus said

"What are you doing today, Rufus?"

"I'm going swimming again with Toby and William. Then we're going to hang at Toby's and his mother's going to give us a snack and in the afternoon we're going for a bike ride."

"Hey, can we come with you?" asked Hugo.

"We want to see your friend William in his jams," said Magnus.

"And out of them," said Hugo. "He looks quite a hottie."

"You can come and look as long as you promise not to touch."

"Okay, it's a deal," said Hugo. "What time are you meeting them?"

"Ten o'clock outside the leisure centre."

The three Lindstrom boys locked up their cycles outside the leisure centre. The twins went in ahead to get changed. Rufus remain outside for his friends who were also cycling today. Once the three sixteen year olds were gathered they went in and through to the changing room. William and Toby said hi to the twins and proceeded to get changed. William didn't notice that he was being closely watched by the older Lindstroms. Had he done so, he probably would have put on a show for them. After all neither he nor Toby were strangers to revealing their bodies to senior boys at school, albeit they were still rather picky about the ones they privileged.

"It's all right, guys. Calm down," said Rufus. "You'll get a better view when they change back into their clothes."

The age groups split up. Since it was a school day for the world at large there was a distinct lack of eye candy and so the sixteen year olds had to be content with their own company, and most content they were. William's jammers were still the centre of attention and he tarted mercilessly with his two friends. Unfortunately nothing was going to happen for Mrs Cholmondeley was at home for the day and there would be a distinct lack of privacy. While they were swimming, Toby and William noticed Rufus's back.

"Hey, Rufus," said William. "What the hell's happened to your back?"

"You don't want to know."

"We do," said Toby "or we wouldn't have asked."

"I'll tell you later."

"Promise?" replied William. Rufus hesitated.

"Or we'll divebomb you mercilessly," added Toby.

"Promise," said Rufus in a tone of defeat.

"Cut your throat and hope to die?" said William.

"Cut my throat and hope to die."

"You didn't do the actions," said Toby. "It doesn't count unless you do the actions." Reluctantly Rufus repeated the words and did the actions. Then they burst out laughing at themselves.

The twins may have been patient, but when the time came to change and go home they hovered round William like predators.

"My, they are hot," said Hugo.

"Cool," said Magnus. The sight of his light blue jammers had forced the boys into monosyllabic inarticulateness, itself an oxymoron. William gave them a twirl, bent over to show off his butt and turned again, leaning back slightly, his hands on his head, fingers entwined, which emphasised his package.

"Okay, gentleman? May I go and shower now?" The question remained unanswered and he stripped off his jams, walked, or rather minced into the shower, pursued by two tongues hanging out and attached to Magnus and Hugo, and he gave a most disgraceful display of tarting. While their attention was being diverted Toby said

"OMG, Rufus, what have you done to your pubes?"

"Nothing," he responded quite honestly. "You mean what have I had done to my pubes? It was all part of the same scene."

Once they were dressed the boys parted company. The twins cycled off home and Rufus and William accompanied Toby back to his. Mrs Cholmondeley was there to greet them and she eventually removed the tablecloth unveiling a table full of mid-teen boy type snacks and she invited them to tuck in. They sat around in the garden and ate and chatted. Finally Mrs Cholmondeley came out and announced that she would have to leave or she would be late for her bridge club and that it would help her if the boys were to do a little clearing up. They didn't mind as they were well used to doing it at home and under Toby's direction they soon had the job done.

By themselves and under no adult supervision they could ask the question they were dying to put to Rufus. Toby said

"Come on, tell us, Rufus. What did happen to your back, and your pubic hair? It looks as if someone's given you a flogging." At the word flogging Rufus's face turned scarlet.

"It's a game we were playing at home," he stuttered, "my brothers and me, and yes, it did involve a whip, a flail to be precise." It was odd. The beating his bottom had taken must have gone down for the boys had made no mention of it and Rufus had forgotten to check before he got dressed. "So now you know."

"Didn't it hurt?" asked William.

"It stung at the time, but it made the blood flow. They didn't do it hard. Even so they still did it too hard because you're not meant to break the skin. But for all that it gave me a boner and I've got to say for some peculiar reason I enjoyed it."

"So what you're telling us," said William, looking serious and Rufus straight in the eye, "is that you and your brothers are into sado-masochism?" said William.

"Yes, bondage," said Rufus.

"Wow!" said both boys.

"That's heavy," said William.

"Do your parents know?" said Toby.

"We suspect our father does because he had a sort of oblique talk with us."

"Can you do it to us?" said William.

"I don't think my brothers would let me. It's a sort of a family thing." He thought for a moment. "Wait a moment. The week after we break up the Upper Sixth is going down to Newquay for a week to celebrate. I'll be home alone. Let me think about it."

The boys took to their bikes in the early afternoon and cycled out into the country. On the way back they came to the lake and decided to cycle round it and buy an ice cream at the café. Imagine Rufus's surprise when he saw his father sitting there, drinking a cup of coffee.

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