Erotic fiction by your host, Rod Cayenne
It’s funny how families grow apart. I had always lived near my kid brother Evan, but we didn’t see much of each other. We used to be close, but with the passage of years we had drifted apart. Then something happened which brought us closer again…
That particular day, I’d decided to visit him, for the first time in ages. I wasn’t sure how I’d be received, but he was really pleased to see me. I sat down on his plush sofa as he brought the coffee in. He came and sat right next to me, which was unusual. Normally, he’d have sat opposite while we chatted. I didn’t think too much of it to start with as we made small talk. Then, suddenly, he put his hand on my knee and said to me, “There’s something I need to tell you. I’m gay.”
Well, I was a little surprised, but it might have explained why neither of his marriages worked out. I laughed a little, perhaps nervously. Then I wagged my finger at him, saying, “Dirty boy!”
“Yes, that’s me, a dirty old boy!” he laughed.
I reassured him, “Don’t worry bruv, it’s cool, I’m quite kink-friendly. I’ll support you in any way I can.”
We hugged a bit. And then a bit more.
“Kink-friendly, eh?” Evan asked.
“Yes, well, you know!” I replied.
“No, I’m not sure I do,” he pressed.
By this time I was getting a bit annoyed with him. “Yes, we all have our little kinks and fetishes, don’t we? Well your kink is your gayness, mine is something else. Have you got a boyfriend then?”
My ruse to change the tack of the conversation didn’t work, as he said, “Never mind all that, what about your kink?”
“I told you, I don’t want to discuss it.”
“But I told you my secret.”
“Well, you’re not going to find out mine! I’m going to leave if you carry on.” I got up to leave.
“Well now, let me guess…foot fetish…no…leather no, I don’t think so…bondage, no…spanking, spanking, yes, that’s it isn’t it?”
“Eh? Errr. Yes, alright, but how did you know?”
“I like it too. So really it wasn’t hard to guess. It’s a bit of a shared interest then! Let me show you some of my toys,” he laughed.
Soon Evan reappeared in the room with a selection of straps, canes and crops.
“Gosh, they look severe. I’m more of a hand spanking type myself, really,” I explained.
“Don’t lie to me bruv. I can tell.” Well, of course, he was right. He knew me far better than I thought he could.
“OK, OK. Let me see them, Evan. Tell me about them.”
“Right! That’s more like it! Alright, first up is this riding crop. Not very severe. It’s a genuine equestrian item, bought from the tack shop down the Boulevard.”
“Really? I always found that place a bit intimidating. Never went in.”
“Oh, I know what you mean. It’s a bit seedy and run down. Chris, the owner, is gay too. We’ve had a few spanking sessions together.”
“No, it’s true! I’ll have to introduce you. Watch out though, he gives it hard!”
“I like to dish it out.”
“Don’t lie to me Jack. You’re a sub!”
“No, really, I like a bit of both.”
“Hmm, I’m not convinced! I’ll give you the chance to prove it later.”
“No thanks, Evan!”
“Shut up Jack, now look at this.”
“Wicked cane, bruv.”
“I’ll say. It’s just like old Mr Smith’s one!”
“Don’t talk to me about that bastard! My arse will never forget him.”
“I always found him to be very fair. Strict, but fair.”
“He had it in for me, I’m sure.”
“Mmmm maybe. He let me off twice, a nice bloke, I always thought.”
“We’re going to have to agree to disagree about him, bruv. Maybe he let you off because he was gay too.”
“OK, but maybe we could play Mr Smith and pupil in a minute.”
“You’re not suggesting…”
“Well, I don’t know. Sounds a bit gay. It could be fun, I suppose. What else have you got?”
“A rubber spanking strap. Nice wooden handle. Rather severe.”
“Where did that come from?”
“Mail order from a company in Lancashire. I don’t think they’re trading any more. A pity, as their service was exceptional.”
“Is that a martinet?”
“Oui, mon frère!”
“I’ll have to try that!”
“Yes, you will. It’s a strange sensation, you need a few strokes to get the full effect!”
“And another cane?”
“Yes, this one has a straight grip, rather than the crook handle. Much the same as the Mr Smith one, otherwise.”
“And another cane? You must really like caning!”
He talked me through the rest of the collection, picked up the Smith cane and said to me, “Let’s play!”
“Errr yes. Mr Smith, Sir! You wanted to see me?” Suddenly and effortlessly I slipped into the role of naughty schoolboy.
“Ah yes! Davies, Senior, isn’ t it?”
“Well, young Jack. I’ve had some very disappointing reports about you. Slacking, laziness, surliness, and to top it all, I hear you were masturbating in the gym changing room!”
“Oh yes, Sir. I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive me.”
“I will forgive you Davies, but you will not escape punishment. Why can’t you be a good boy like your younger brother? What’s his name?”
“Ah yes, Evan. A good lad. Only occasionally naughty. I did let him off the cane the other day.”
“You did Sir?”
“Yes I did. You see, I’m not a beast or ogre. However, Jack I feel you do need pulling up. A good thrashing is just what you need to smarten up your ideas, to knock you into shape.”
“Yes, my considered opinion is that nothing short of six of the best with my favourite cane is required in your case!”
“Yes, six of the very best!”
“Bare bottom, I’m afraid Davies!”
I scowled at my brother, wanting to break the role play. He just held his finger to his lips to tell me to be silent. He also gave me a sly wink. It was enough to encourage me to trust him and continue the play. Unfortunately by this time I was getting a huge stiff erection. A bare bottom caning would reveal all!
“Well get your trousers and pants down, lad! I haven’t got all day!”
He was preparing a dining chair for me to drape myself over. I took my trousers and briefs off, revealing my proud and shameless erection to him. The words “Sorry, Sir,” slipped out.
“Yes, you will be Davies. I see you have an erection! I’ll see if I can get rid of that for you. Not many erections last after a stroke or two of my cane on the boy’s bottom. Bend right over the chair for me.”
I duly did this, with my cock uncomfortably in the way. I sighed and wondered what on earth I had let myself in for. My younger brother was a fine actor, playing the role to perfection, but would he be able to deliver? To give me the bitter sweet caress of the cane that I craved so often? I decided it would be fun if I hammed it up a bit for the sake of the scene.
SWISH-CRACK! My brother slashed the cane down on my bare arse.
“Ouch! Oh Sir!” I cried. In truth, it hurt a great deal, although not as much as I made out.
“OWWW!” I cried, this time somewhat more earnestly.
“ARGH!” I cried again, by this time aware that my penis was behaving itself rather better.
SWISH-CRACK! Oh my god, that one REALLY did hurt!
SWISH-CRACK! Evan, or rather “Mr Smith” chuckled as the cane hit desperately hard on my naked arse.
“Last one boy! Take it like a man!”
“Oh, brother!” I cried, leaping up, rubbing my bottom, something Mr Smith would never have allowed! Fortunately my brother was too busy laughing. It had been fun!
“Want to swop then?” Evan asked. So we did, he became the naughty boy, and I was Mr Smith. Only Mr Smith would have kept his trousers on. I chose not to dress, to allow my sore bottom some air. It also allowed my cock the freedom it deserved. I picked up the cane, enthusiastically.
I decided to continue the role playing along similar lines and did my best Mr Smith imitation, “Ah, Davies Junior, isn’t it? Why have you been sent here lad?”
“Smoking, Sir. Matron caught me. She confiscated my cigarettes and insisted I reported to you, Mr Smith, Sir!”
“Oh dear, dear! Smoking, eh? Well, I can’t let you off this time Davies.”
“But Sir, Matron has confiscated my ciggies, I can’t offend further.”
“Nice try, Davies! You are becoming almost as devious as your brother, what’s his name?”
“Ah yes, Jack. He benefits from regular beatings. From me and from the headmaster.”
“I know Sir. He says you both have it in for him.”
“Does he now? Does he now? How interesting. However, this does reveal you to be a disloyal sneak, young Davies. Two extra strokes for that!”
He gasped. This time it was my turn to hold my finger to my lips in a request for silence. The game continued. I pointed to the chair with the cane.
“Over here, Sir?” Evan asked.
“Yes, that’s it. Don’t forget to pull your trousers and underwear down for me, boy!”
“Unless you want me to do it for you?”
“Sorry, Sir. No, that won’t be necessary. I’ll do it right now, Sir!” Evan revealed his masculine backside to me. It was plump, generous and inviting. It was the kind of bottom that was made for punishment. For remorse. For contrition. For the cane. Forever.
“Six of the very best is mandatory for smoking, as you know Davies. Plus two extra for your most unsporting disloyalty to your brother. I make that eight good hard strokes. Unless there’s anything else you wish to confess to?”
“Well Sir. No, I don’t think so. Although I have been masturbating rather a lot lately!”
“Very good, that’s more like it. A bit of honesty from you. Of course, I can’t excuse your self abuse. If I recall correctly, that is also a six stroke offence! Very well, fourteen strokes for you lad!”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I lashed the cane down on my brother’s naked bottom. Disappointingly, he was taking it in his stride. Perhaps his boyfriend or boyfriends caned him regularly?
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Six strokes had been delivered without so much as a murmur from my brother. I was starting to get annoyed. Just like that bastard Mr Smith would have done.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Was he dead? No, a little wriggle displayed signs of life after all!
CRACK! The tenth one was met with a loud goan. At last I was getting somewhere! I wanted to break my brother’s will. I wanted to hurt him.
CRACK! The eleventh one, accompanied by a distressed yelp. I was feeling guilty, suddenly. I didn’t want to hurt him.
CRACK! The twelfth, and I had eased off. I allowed myself a short study break. I studied the beautiful, sore, throbbing red lines decorating his backside. I was in some kind of sadist’s heaven.
“Last two,” I advised him. “For disloyalty. Whatever would your brother have said? Well, lad? These will be extra hard.”
CRACK! Unlucky thirteen whipped into his flesh with renewed vigour.
“ARRRGH!” he cried, which I found gratifying. And horny.
“Last one! Enjoy!” I smirked as I slashed the cane down as hard as I could manage
“OWWWWW!” Evan exclaimed, jumping up from the chair, clutching his sore, obedient bottom.
We stared at each other with a love only brothers can share. I smiled and he picked up the martinet. A long evening lay ahead.
It felt a bit weird waking up with him lying naked next to me. Our lives had taken an interesting and unexpected turn. We spent a lot of time together from then on, and I got to know his bedroom very, very well.
Story © 2012, Rod Cayenne
Photography © 2012 by Jonathan, used here by very kind permission