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      Riko stood with his hands clasped behind his back and tried not to fidget under his brother’s scrutiny. Ichirou’s gaze went up and down Riko’s form without any words said. They were alone in the mafia’s boss office, the guards having been dismissed with a simple wave of a hand. The silence in the room felt suffocating and Riko squeezed his wrist nervously.       Finally, Ichirou uncrossed his legs and got up from his chair. “Your services are needed,” he said in a neutral tone.       Riko was taken aback. “My… services?” he asked, uncertain what his brother meant.       Ichirou’’s expression didn’t change, his dark eyes still looking at the younger man unwavering. “Our Butcher’s been doing an excellent job lately and I want to reward him.” He walked up to Riko, who tensed at the proximity. Ichirou’s aura screamed danger and no man wanted to be this close to him, unless they had a death wish. Riko held his breath as his brother brought his hand up and patted Riko’s cheek. “You’ll do just fine,” said Ichirou with a hint of a smile.       Riko was puzzled, but he didn’t get a chance to speak before he heard his brother’s command, “Strip.”       Surprise crossed Riko’s features. “What?” he asked, dumbfounded.       “Strip,” Ichirou repeated. “I won’t ask again.” His tone implied that Riko wouldn’t like the consequences of further disobedience.       A shaky breath escaped Riko and he started taking off his clothes. First went his black T-shirt, and the sudden cold nipping at his exposed skin made him shiver slightly. He hesitated there, but his brother’s expectant look made him continue. Soon he was standing in his boxers only, the chill of the room giving him goosebumps.       “All of it,” said Ichirou with a wave of a hand. His face was as impassive as usual, but now his arms were crossed over his chest, the hands clenched into the suit’s fune material.       Riko took off his boxers with trembling hands and added them to the pile of his clothes on the floor. He wanted to cover himself, but had a suspicion that it wouldn’t end well for him. Unease stirred in his gut, but he forced himself to stand straight before his brother.       Ichirou nodded appreciatively. “Good.” The simple praise made Riko blush and look down on the ground, hoping it would swallow him whole. His brother took a few steps back so at least his chest didn’t feel so tight anymore and he could breathe easier.       “We need to make some preparations,” Ichirou said as he started rummaging in the box Riko hadn’t noticed earlier. “Our gift must be up to the highest standards.” Riko didn’t really know what it meant for him. “We have a name to uphold, after all,” finished Ichirou, having gathered all the necessary items on his office desk.       Riko’s mouth got dry when he saw what was in store for him. He nearly bolted out of the room when Ichirou started walking towards him with a few bundles of rope in one hand. Riko’s heart started beating faster like it wanted to jump out of his chest.       Sensing Riko’s growing unease, Ichirou’s features softened. “I won’t hurt you,” he said in a gentle tone. “Nor would I allow anyone to hurt you.” Ichirou looked Riko in the eyes with a piercing gaze, like he wanted to look into his soul. “Not again.” It was a promise Riko believed in. He nodded and took a deep breath to calm his nerves.       Ichirou wound the rope around Riko’s chest, creating a harness that accentuated his pectorals. Next were his arms, tied wrist-to-elbow, forcing Riko to push out his chest. Ichirou checked if the bonds weren’t too tight or loose and hummend in satisfaction when everything seemed alright.       Riko felt his pulse quickening, but now for a different reason. He tried to stem his arousal but wasn’t really successful. The feeling of helplessness caused his cock to stiffen, and his eyes widened in mortification when he saw Ichirou looking down at it.       Seeing Riko’s embarrassment, the other man only smiled. “We should do something about it.” Ichirou took hold of Riko’s cock, causing the bound man to gasp at the touch. His thumb circled the tip a few times and Riko’s knees trembled. He nearly toppled over but Ichirou’s hand on his shoulder held him steady. After some lazy strokes, Riko came all over his brother’s fingers. A small smile graced Ichirou’s face, and he brought his hand to Riko’s mouth. “Clean it up,” he commanded.       Still a little out of breath after his orgasm, Riko obediently started sucking on the fingers, grimacing at the taste. Still, he managed to clean the whole hand without complaint.       “Good boy,” praised Ichirou, making Riko blush. He hated the fact that these words made him feel good.       Ichirou took a pink plastic cock cage out of his pocket, and Riko’s eyes widened at the sight. “I don’t want anyone touching you here.” He emphasized his point by squeezing Riko’s dick. Riko watched pathetically as his brother locked the cage and hid the key on a string under his shirt.       Ichirou walked behind Riko. “Also,” he said close to Riko’s ear, “I don’t want anyone getting ideas of putting something in here.” He massaged Riko’s rim with his finger. The touch disappeared for a second, but then the finger returned all lubed up and forced itself into Riko’s hole.       Ichirou shushed Riko when the man whined at the intrusion. “Shh, I need to prepare you.” Soon, he added another finger and Riko keened at the feeling. After a few minutes of careful stretching, Ichirou deemed Riko ready for the next step. He bent his brother over a little, supporting his chest with his other arm.       Riko felt something cold touching his hole and he instinctively tried to escape it, but a hand on his hip reminded him to stay in place. He panted as the plug stretched him, giving him a sense of fullness.       When the toy slid into place, Riko let out a breath. The relief was short-lived, though, because Ichirou turned the knob at the base to make the plug bigger. The prongs spreading out were so intense that Riko got weak in the knees and nearly fell down. His weight was partially supported by Ichirou.       “I see you like your plug,” said Ichirou teasingly. He gave Riko a moment to collect his bearings, then locked the plug with a key, which joined the other one on the string.       Then Ichirou walked up to his desk and took the next necessary things.       The items in Ichirou’s hand had a cylindrical shape, with screws on top. Riko was confused about their purpose and it must have shown on his face because Ichirou chuckled. “Sometimes I forget you are still quite innocent.”       Riko didn’t know he could blush even more, but here they were.       “These are for your nipples,” Ichirou said. “You put it here.” One of the cylinders touched Riko’s left areola. “Then you use it like this.” He twisted the screw and Riko hissed as his nipple was sucked into the pump. The other one was given the same treatment.       “Hm.” Ichirou looked at his younger brother contemplatively, then put his hands on one of the screws.       Riko shook his head vigorously. “Wait-” he tried to protest but Ichirou’s hand blocked the rest of the words.       “Good dolls are silent.” Ichirou’s words sent a shiver down Riko’s spine and he shuddered. Ichirou raised his eyebrows at this. “You like being a doll?” he asked teasingly.       Humiliation sat deep in Riko’s chest, and he couldn't bear to look his brother in the eyes any longer. He turned away his head but Ichirou grabbed his chin, not allowing him this small reprieve. “Answer me,” he demanded.       Riko closed his eyes. “Yes,” he said in a small voice.       Ichirou smiled and let go of Riko’s chin. “You’ll do good, then.” Riko didn’t have any answer to that.       After both screws on his nipples were tightened, a pair of red panties was forced on Riko’s hips. Ichirou put on some red lipstick on his younger brother’s lips even because ‘they’ll look good around a cock’. Despite his efforts, he still wasn’t quite satisfied with the results. Riko tried not to shift nervously in anticipation.       “There’s something missing.” Ichirou’s eyes studied Riko’s face, and the other man held his breath. “Ah,” he said after a while, and took hold of a ball gag. “This should go nicely with everything.” Riko’s mouth opened obscenely around the gag, and instantly, to his humiliation, a bit of drool escaped his mouth.       “Perfect,” said Ichirou. “Now you are ready.”