Sweet cane

      Nobody prepared Riko for the responsibility of being a brother.       He is meant to be a champion and a leader, so any relationships are expected to take a backseat in his life. Such sentiments are forced out of you in the Nest, otherwise you’ll simply die there.       Well, it would be like that if Renee didn’t shake his whole worldview with her sweet smile and firm hand. Suddenly, he’s got brothers to take care of and someone to take care of him, too. Contrary to other Ravens, Renee wants her group to be a place of trust and security, where members look after each other. Adjusting to it wasn’t easy at first, but with some trial and error they all managed to do it.       It has been going well for Riko up until a certain troublemaker entered his life. Riko has quickly realized that he lacks finesè when it comes to handling Neil. His youngest brother is a little shit that picks fights he doesn’t bother to finish, often leaving Riko to it, as happened yesterday. He told Neil to shut up and focus on Exy, but the fucker just shrugged. Even the master’s cane wasn’t enough to talk some sense into him.       Neil is never outright antagonistic towards Riko, but his specialty is getting under Riko’s skin in other ways. Funnily enough, with Renee Neil often behaves like the sweetest angel.       Nobody is fooled though, especially Renee. The mischievous spark in Neil’s eyes is something that can’t be extinguished, no matter what.       Yesterday, Riko brought up the topic with Renee while they were lying in her bed together, reveling in each other’s warmth. He wanted some advice on what he should do to get Neil to listen to him more.       ‘Tough love and a bit of softness does wonders for an attitude,’ she said with a wink, and then got back to reading the Bible, as she always does just before going to sleep.       Quite simple, yet effective. Riko quickly came up with an idea on how to use it in practice.       “Squirm all you like,” Riko says to Neil as he checks the bonds around his brother’s wrists and ankles. “You aren’t getting away.”       Neil huffs and tests the ropes himself, but they hold against the headboard. He sags into the mattress, the realization that he’s not escaping any time soon finally settling in.       “We wouldn’t be wasting our time here if you just kept your mouth shut for once in your life,” Riko says, tapping a cane against Neil’s ass.       “Maybe if—” his brother starts angrily, but Riko’s hand blocks the rest of his sentence.       “Shhh,” Riko says. “I’d hate to punish you more for talking without permission.” That’s a lie, but he’s trying to be nice.       Neil looks at him with murderous intent, seething silently.       “Smart boy,” Riko says mockingly, and takes away his hand. “Back to business.”       His attention shifts to Neil’s pussy, and to be specific — his clit. It’s grown beautifully under the testosterone injections and regular pumping, now being nearly two inches in length. With Neil’s legs spread apart and tied to the headboard, the clit makes an easy target.       Riko hits it lightly, making Neil’s body jerk.       Neil pulls at his bonds once more. “You fucker—”       “That’s five more,” Riko interrupts, feigning a bored tone. His pants feel tighter now, the scene gaining more of a rise out of him than he predicted.       Another swat to the clit gains only a stifled whimper, with no insults following. We’re getting somewhere, Riko thinks to himself.       With the sixth hit, Neil cries out, his clit now swollen and angry red. With seventh, a stray tear falls down his cheek.       “Ready to apologize?” Riko asks with his arms crossed over his chest.       Neil grits his teeth, but stays silent otherwise. The pain must be quite significant now, but Riko knows that he can take more. Besides, it’s not like he has any choice in the matter.       Riko delivers five more hits, each with more force than the one before, but still careful enough not to break skin. With the last one, Neil finally breaks.       “I’m sorry!” He shouts, squirming at the pain that must be burning away at his clit now.       Sitting down won’t be comfortable for a few days, Riko notes, the thought only strengthening his arousal.       He lets it slide that he didn’t wait for permission to speak, reveling in the sheer satisfaction of putting Neil back in line. The cane gets thrown carelessly on the floor, forgotten for now while Riko sits on the bed and caresses Neil’s thigh. The skin is shaven smooth, exactly how Renee likes it.       “Next time I won’t be so nice,” says Riko.       Neil sniffs and doesn’t say anything, hiding his face into a pillow. Riko gives him some space, still touching his skin, the nature of it opposite of what he’s just done to his brother.       Not that he regrets any of it.       After a few minutes, Riko frees Neil from the predicament, the rope uncovering red marks around the wrists and ankles when Neil struggled too much. Andrew won’t probably be happy about it, but Riko will deal with it later. For now, he massages the joints, helping the muscles to loosen up and the blood to circulate.       Through it all, Neil is surprisingly pliant under his hands, even when Riko puts too much pressure on his skin than necessary. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes trace Riko’s every move.       The silence is broken by Riko. “You know I only want what’s best for us, right?”       Then he does something unusual — he hugs Neil. The man tenses at the contact, but then leans into the touch, burying his face in Riko’s T-shirt, and this time it’s Riko who is surprised. They both aren’t the most affectionate of people, so moments like these are especially rare and basically nonexistent when they’re left alone with each other.       They stay like that for the rest of the night, lying together under a blanket.       Truly, Renee has the best kind of advice.