The Sins of the Father

by N Fourbois

Chapter 9

"Hi, Rufus, hi, boys, what are you doing here?"

"We've been for a bike ride and we've come for an ice cream. But I was wondering what you were doing here?"

"I needed a bit of a break before going home. It's so peaceful here and there's always something going on to watch. That's all. Go and order an ice cream for yourself and your friends," Carl said as he handed Rufus a tenner. The other two boys sat down at Carl's table. "So you're Toby and William. Which one is which?"

"I'm William," said the smaller one with the snub nose.

"And I'm Toby," said the one with the tousled blond hair.

"So what have you been up to?"

"We went swimming this morning," said William in his deep brown voice.

"Then everyone came back to my place at lunchtime and we went for a bike ride this afternoon," said Toby in his grating voice.

"And you, Toby, are the one with a brother that looks identical to you?"

"That's right. His name's Oliver. He's just under a year younger than me and people often mistake us for twins."

"I know the feeling. My two older boys are twins, but then you probably knew that already."

"Yes," said William. "They came swimming with us this morning. They wanted to see my jammers." At that point Rufus returned and handed his father some change.

"The waitress will bring them over in a minute."

"What are jammers?" enquired Carl.

"They're tight fit speedos for serious swimmers that reach down to just above the knee," said Rufus. "They're supposed to make you swim faster than ordinary ones and they're really hot."

"They were on William," added Toby. William blushed.

"It's all right, William," said Rufus. "Toby and William are boyfriends, Dad, and, guys, Dad knows I'm out and is totally cool about it." Now Toby blushed.

Carl's mind exited from the boys' banter and wandered back through time to his own youth spent with Björn. How he wished his own teenage years had been so open and carefree about such things. Of course Sweden was so much more open and matter of fact about all sexual matters than England in those days, but for all that he couldn't imagine such a conversation happening in front of his father or his friends' fathers. When his mind rejoined the boys, the waitress was serving the ice creams and unabashed the boys were attacking them with their spoons and wafer sticks.

"Excuse me, boys," said Carl. "I'd better make my way back or my wife will be worrying where I've got to. When will you be back, Rufus?"

"When we've finished our ice creams we'll split and go our separate ways and so I'd say in about half an hour."

"See you again, boys."

"Bye, Mr Lindstrom, and thanks for the ice cream," William and Toby chorused.

"Hey, Rufus," said Toby. "Your dad's so cool. My dad knows I'm gay, but he tolerates it. He won't talk about it."

"My dad is gay," said William. "That's why he and Mum are divorced." Then he whispered "My dad's got a partner and he lives with him in the same house." Then even quieter "They sleep together in the same bed. I'm not supposed to know that, but they make it so obvious."

"Do you mind, William?"

"Not really… as long as they don't mind if Toby and me sleep in the same bed. It's only fair, after all."

On Friday Magnus demanded that they had another work out. It would be the last chance before going back to school and it would be better to do it in the morning since Friday was Poets' Day and they didn't want to get caught out with their father or mother coming home early, especially their mother. Magnus claimed that it was his turn to be the slave and that they could do what they liked with him. They didn't know it, but he had hidden the cock cage. He was not going to be at his brothers' mercy over his sex life. He was confident enough to ask for the garage. The garage-bedroom decision really boiled down to a vertical or a horizontal scene and he considered that the vertical position opened up more possibilities. Lessons had been learnt. No naked lights, just naked bodies, sub not being left alone, strict hygiene, garage doors in working order.

"Okay, boys, bring it on," he taunted them. "Extreme pain, Roundheads versus Cavaliers and remember the Roundheads won the Civil War. Safe word is 'Roundhead'." In his room he stripped his clothes off and put his bath robe and trainers on. Rufus strapped the black spiked collar round his neck and clipped the chain on.

"All the time you have a collar round your neck you're our slave," Hugo reminded Magnus.

"Never," retorted Magnus and Hugo gave a tug on the lead. He was led downstairs, through the kitchen and outside, then through the side door of the garage. Hugo took his robe off while Rufus pulled the curtain across the window and balanced a large sheet of hardboard on the windowsill just in case anyone came and tried to peer in.

Hugo and Rufus had decided they were going to give Magnus the works. Being the first sub he had got off rather lightly through the boys' lack of experience and equipment.

"Put the cuffs on," ordered Rufus.

"No," said Magnus. He hadn't seen Hugo behind him, grasping the flail, when suddenly 'crack' and he felt it across his bare buttocks. Magnus put the cuffs on and Rufus clipped the spreader bar to his ankles. He couldn't kick now and his genitals were fully accessible. Because he had shaved off his bush, he didn't have to worry about the indignity of being force-shaved. Hugo fed a short chain through a loop in a cord and clipped the chain to Magnus's wrists. The cord was slung over the beam nearest the main door and his arms none too gently hoisted. He was told to face the door and when he deliberately turned to face the other way he felt another sharp lick of the flail across his butt cheeks. Not that it mattered for the blindfold was then placed over his eyes. The next thing was to gag him, not with the ball gag that had been used on Rufus, but with a stainless steel one that was forced into his mouth, prevented him from closing it and stopped him biting his tongue. It also allowed him to breathe easily when his heart rate went up. Then came the headphones, large ones that covered his ears. They were the hardest type to fit, but finally the cable was run up the beam and an iPlayer balanced on it. The music was switched on. Now Magnus could only taste and smell.

Rufus and Hugo had not really had time to form a plan of action, but with Magnus immobilised they had time on their side. Because they knew he wouldn't be able to see they had not bothered to dress up for role play. Trainers, tee shirt, shorts with nothing underneath gave them easy access to anything they wanted to do. Magnus was rock hard just from the very state of being shackled. He loved it.

"What music is he listening to?" asked Rufus.

"Vivaldi's Four Seasons ," replied Hugo, "or more precisely one season."

"Oh, call centre music."

"Exactly. It's a five minute extract on a loop. It'll drive him potty and he'll soon have lost any sense of time."

"So what are we doing with him?"

"Oh, sex and a beating. Mainly sex, I think. We don't want another inquest on where the blood came from. I suppose we'd better get on with it."

By this time Magnus's dick had gone flaccid again. Hugo gave him a thwack across the backside, hard enough to make Magnus dance. As he did his dick wriggled and his balls jiggled. Rufus watched them as they did. He had always been enthralled with Magnus's genitals, Hugo's were the same design and size as his own, but because Magnus's dick had been cut shortly after birth it had become a source of fascination for him. It was a savage cut. Some dicks have a vestige of a foreskin. Magnus's had nothing but the scars. Erect it had a stark beauty of its own. Something Rufus had noticed was that Magnus produced more precum than Hugo or himself. Perhaps it was nature's way of compensating.

Rufus shook some baby oil onto his hands and started massaging Magnus's lower body. As soon as he started rubbing it into his prick and balls, Magnus immediately hardened up again.

"Careful," said Hugo. "I don't want him coming off just yet. I've got a special surprise for later." Rufus kneaded the oil into his butt cheeks. Hugo gave him a stroke of the flail which visibly caused more pain than it did on unoiled cheeks. Rufus watched Magnus's bollocks jiggle again as he danced to the stroke. He was mesmerised. "Okay, I feel a blowjob coming on," said Hugo. He fetched the steps from the other end of the garage, set them up and dropped his shorts, revealing his semi-hard dick. He climbed the ladder and slapped Magnus's cheeks with his semi-hard dick. "While I'm doing this, give his arse a poke with the dildo."

Rufus lubed up Magnus's crevice and hole, then the dildo. He gently probed his hole with it and pushed it in. He moved it to and fro, waggled it, twisted it, turned it. From Magnus's immobilised mouth between thrusts of Hugo's dick there issued little gurglings and moans of pleasure.

"Okay," said Hugo. "Let's swap." He came down the ladder, rolled a condom over his prick, removed the dildo and replaced it with his own weapon. Rufus dropped his shorts – with difficulty because of his boner – climbed the ladder and fed his dick through the stainless steel gag and into Magnus's mouth. In five minutes it was all over. Both tormentors had come off. Pulling their shorts back on, they decided to give Magnus a rest.

Hugo and Rufus went to the back of the garage and talked in low tones. They didn't know how effective the Vivaldi was, though they suspected it was one hundred percent effective in blotting out extraneous noise, or in dispensing it, all according to your point of view.

"Okay," said Hugo "it's obvious that our dicks are not going to perform for a little while. So we'll have to provide some different entertainment. I'd like to apply the ball weights, but his scrotum is too tight to fit them. Have you seen the cock cage, by the way? I can't find it."

"Isn't in the box?"

"Nope. I wouldn't have asked if it was, dumbo. Still, I've got one or two ideas. We could do with a riding crop. Very good for beating individual bits like nipples and dicks and balls, and it can reach parts a flail or beater can't." Hugo lubed up a butt plug, shoved it up Magnus's arse, none too gently either, and made him shout. He then gave his balls a tug from behind. "Just to show we're back in business. Wait here and keep an eye on him while I fetch something from the kitchen."

While he was waiting, it occurred to Rufus how dedicated Hugo was to the job in hand, how determined he was to cause as much discomfort to his brother as he could, how he possessed a cruel streak he hadn't seen in Magnus and how ruthless he was. Rufus realised that as twins they were terribly close, closer than he could ever be to his brothers, but he wondered whether there was anything else in their relationship which no one else knew about. Although the younger, Magnus was the organiser, the spokesman, the decision maker, the boss. In their schoolwork and sports they were just about equal, but if it came to a head to head, Magnus would usually pip Hugo to the post. Did Hugo somehow secretly resent this? Then there was the circumcision thing. Their father had always maintained that he authorised it as a form of recognition between the two, but that was rather extreme. He'd had it done to the second born at a time when they were just lumps of living flesh with undeveloped and indistinct personalities. He knew of no other male in the family that had been done. They had been taught at school that Jews were circumcised as part of Abraham's covenant with God, the covenant that set them apart as his chosen people, but that didn't count in this case. 'Then there's Dad himself,' pondered Rufus. 'He's been acting strangely. So's Mum, but we know the reason. The lake – why did he leave work early and come home late? Is that what happened on Monday? He left work early, came home, caught us in the middle of a scene and quickly went away again?' At that moment the side door opened and Hugo returned with a tray of ice cubes and a two litre bottle of iced water. He gave them to Rufus to hold while he pulled on a pair of surgical gloves.

"Okay, Rufus, you want to see his junk wriggling and jiggling. Take a ringside seat." Hugo thrashed the flail across Magnus's buttocks so hard that his whole body shook and his flaccid dick danced, but after the first stroke it straightaway stiffened and his balls tightened, as did Rufus's. This part of the anticipated show was prematurely over.

The mood was quickly changing. It was as if Rufus were no longer there. The scene consisted of Hugo and Magnus.