Date: Thu, 7 Jan 2021 16:18:48 +0100
From: Kinky boy <fetishkinkyboy@gmail.com>
Subject: My Straight Brother Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

Well, I did seem to get some sleep, because I woke up when Tim opened the
door of his room. He noticed I was awake and came back to the bed.

"I'm going for a run; you can sleep in if you want. I'll be back in about
an hour." He gently whispered.

He left and I laid there, processing everything that happened since he
called me yesterday evening. I knew that Tim was not gay, or even bi.  I
knew he did it because of two reasons only. First, he knew I was going to
do his chores for him, just to get a reward, and secondly, he did it to
please me too. He wouldn't admit it, but he cared about me, and wanted to
do me a favor.

I crawled in the bed to where he had slept and wallowed in his scent. I had
a morning wood and the memory of last night made the urge to masturbate
even stronger.  Before I knew it, I laid there, covered in my cum.

I stood up, took a quick shower, and went downstairs to prepare breakfast
for us two.  I was just finished when Tim walked in, all sweaty from his
run.

"Oh Sander, that looks awesome.  I'm hungry, but I'll get a shower first,
because I reek of sweat." He panted.

"No, don't!" I quickly said . Yesterday made me a little bit bolder.

"You like me sweaty, you little perv?" he asked, smirking.

I didn't answer him. I loved it that he called me a perv.

He reached past me to get a glass out of the cupboard and his armpit was
near my face.  I took a deep breath. My cock rose to attention, like
usually.  Only difference now was that I no longer felt the need to hide my
boner. I was wearing a kind of baggy jeans, with no underwear. A clear tent
was visible in my jeans.

Tim noticed it and smirked to me. He sat down, took a piece of toast and
bit part of it. I sat besides him. With his mouth full he said: "Thanks for
the breakfast, it's what I needed after my run."

I had done my best, because I wanted to please him. It was my way of saying
"thank you for last night".  I made toasts, French toasts, oatmeal, eggs,
and an after-workout smoothie with lots of protein, as well as fresh orange
juice.

"You know, even though it was not something I asked you to do, I feel like
I should give you a reward." He said while he leaned back in his chair. One
arm was resting on the back of my chair while he looked me in the eye.

I didn't do it to get a reward, but I wouldn't stop him if he wanted to
give me one, that was for sure.

"Listen, I got a date tonight, so I can't jerk today;" he said, while he
sat next to me, his legs spread and one hand resting on his crotch. "I want
to go with a loaded gun, if you know what I mean" he explained while he
squeezed his dick a little, "but I think I've got something that you'll
like equally."

He winked at me and took another bite of his toast. I was wondering what he
meant.

"I've got a full bladder. After I finish my breakfast, I'm going up to take
a piss.  Why don't you come with me?"

It's like he knew what to say to please me. I nodded in agreement.

"And while you're there, you can smell my scent before I take a shower.
You can sniff me. And because I'm in a good mood, I'll let you wank while
you do it."

I was ecstatic. Tim was really opening up to my perversions.

"Just as long as you don't shoot on me, and you don't touch me with your
dick," he said while he ruffled my hair and pulled me close.

We finished eating breakfast and Tim went upstairs, with me close behind
him. We went straight to the bathroom.

"Do you want to watch me piss, or do you want me to piss on you again?" He
asked to my surprise.

Without answering him, I went to the shower and sat on my knees, fully
clothed.

"Come on Sander, no time for games, take off your clothes, I've got a full
bladder, I can't hold it much longer," He said while he undressed.

"Then don't hold it any longer, I'm ready!" I said.  I wanted him to piss
on my clothes, so I could wear them today, soaked with his piss. It would
feel like he marked his territory.

"Okay, if you're sure." He shrugged.

He came into the shower and towered over me. It only took a second before
he let go of his piss. A golden stream came from his dick and landed on my
jeans, then he moved the stream up to my chest, and back to my jeans.  I
sat there enjoying the sensation. I leaned back on one hand, while I rubbed
myself with the other hand.  I looked at him straight in the eye while he
was pissing. He smiled and winked at me. While he did that, he forgot to
aim, and a splash of piss landed right on my cheek.

"Oh fuck, sorry, I didn't mean to do that! Sorry buddy!" He apologized

I didn't say a word, but winked at him, bit my lip to let him know that I
enjoyed it.  I opened my mouth and nodded to let him know what I wanted.

"Are you sure about this?" He seemed puzzled.

I nodded again. Tim took the hint and aimed straight at my mouth. It was
the first piss I ever drank. It tasted different from what I expected. It
wasn't disgusting at all.  I tried to swallow, but most of it dripped off
my chin and onto my chest.  Tim's stream began to diminish. When he shook
the last drops off, he smiled at me.

"Damn, you're one kinky dirtbag. You look so innocent, but boy, you sure
are one dirty bastard, " He chuckled.

"Do you want to shower first, or do you want to smell me and jerk off?" He
asked.

"I want to smell you now!" I said eagerly.

"Okay, but don't touch me, or I'll kick your butt." He warned me.

He put both his hands behind his head, so that both of his armpits were
exposed. Even without coming close, I could smell his manly scent. It
overpowered me. I sniffed like crazy. My dick was rock hard. I took it out
of my jeans, which was drenched with his piss. With one hand I was
furiously jerking my dick, which was sticking out of my jeans, with the
other I rubbed my wet clothes.  All the while I kept sniffing his
armpit. The scent was intoxicating. After I was done sniffing his armpits,
I went down on my knees and I placed myself right in front of him. His dick
and balls were just at a short distance from me. Like me, Tim was uncut.

I sat on the floor and looked up to this stud male with a submissive look
in my eyes. Tim looked down at me and raised his eyebrows, while he smiled
lustfully.

Suddenly, he put his foot on my shoulder and pushed me down to the ground.

"Faggot!" He said while he spat on me. "You're a fucking whore!"

This made me even hornier and I moaned while I jerked furiously.

"You fucking perv bastard." Tim hissed. "Who's your superior?"

"You are Tim, you're my superior. You're perfect!"

"Damn right, fag!"

He looked straight into his face and he smirked at me while we locked
eyes. That was enough to make my dick twitch and started to cum.

After my orgasm I sat there a few seconds, panting like hell.

"Are you all right?" Tim asked as he offered me his hand to get up.

I nodded. Man, if only Tim was not my brother and straight, he would be a
perfect boyfriend. Dominant during sex, caring and loving the rest of the
time.

I couldn't believe how lucky I was. Tim could have reacted badly to all
this. There are people who hate gay people. But Tim didn't mind, he even
accepted my kinky pervy side.

I wanted to stay the rest of the day in my marked clothes, just to make a
point. I want Tim to see that he had marked his territory and I would be
his whenever he wanted.

After lunch he went to see some friends and I was home alone.

I didn't know what to do. You know that feeling you have when you have all
the time in the world, but don't know how to spend it? I didn't feel like
going out. I just finished reading a book the day before and didn't feel
like starting another one just yet.

I just sat there in my room, on my bed, thinking about the whole
situation. This was fucked up, and I did not regret anything, but I just
needed to talk to someone about it. I was thinking about Tijs, but I
quickly rejected that idea. I did not want to ruin our friendship. Tijs was
the only one who knew I was gay, so if I didn't want to talk to him about
it, I couldn't talk to anyone about it.

Suddenly it hit me.  I could talk anonymous with someone online. I had been
on a chat site in the past. I tried it a couple of times, to see if maybe I
could meet another gay guy in the neighborhood, but in the past, I didn't
have any success.  Either they lived too far, or they were not my type.
But this time it didn't matter how far they lived, since it was only for a
chat. For all I cared, they could live on the other site of the world. As
long as they wanted to listen to my story, I would be fine with it. As a
matter of fact, I would prefer someone from the other side of the world.

 I went to the website and stared at the page for a few minutes. I was
thinking of a nickname as I couldn't use my real name for obvious reasons.
I finally decided on a name that would cover what I wanted to talk about. I
logged in under the name BrotherLover and waited for what would come.

I didn't have to wait for long. After less than a minute, several bell
chimes announced messages. I saw I received 6 messages. The first two were
from guys who wanted to know if they could fuck me. The 3th was from
someone who called me a sick freak. The 4th was from a guy who wanted to
have a threesome with me and Tim. The 5thasked for a picture right
away. There was a reason I logged in anonymous, why would I send a picture?
The 6th was selling drugs and wanted me to buy stuff from him. I ignored
all of their messages.

Just as I thought this was a bad idea and I should log of; the bell chime
announced a new message. I was not expecting much, when I opened the
message.

It was from someone who called himself `Brecht25'.

"Hi BrotherLover, how are you?"

Even though it was not the most original way to start a conversation, it
was more or less a normal way.

I replied that I was ok and asked how he was.

"A little bit bored, that's why I'm chatting now."

He immediately followed up with a new question.

"Do interpret your name correctly? You love your brother more than you
should?"

"Yes, I do." I admitted.

We started chatting and we got on really well. He was 25 and his real name
was in fact Brecht. What struck me most was that he was fascinated by the
idea that I was in love with Tim. Brecht was not judgmental. He didn't go
directly to the sex part either, which was refreshing. He took the time to
listen to my story.

We talked for hours.  He just came out of a relationship. The guy had
broken his heart. He was not ready to see other people. They were together
for 11 months, and Brecht thought it would last forever, but his ex had
told him last week that he had met another guy who he loved more.

Brecht asked if he could have my contact info, because he enjoyed our talk
and he wanted to become friends. I was not ready to give him my phone
number, but I gave him my anonymous email address.

I had just given him my email, when a pop up informed me that I had a new
mail.

I opened the mail and it was from Brecht. It read:

"Hi BrotherLover,

I loved talking to you. It's the first time I could talk about my breakup
and I loved listening (or actually reading) to your story.

I hope you feel better now that you could talk about it freely with
someone.

Enclosed you'll find a picture of me. I know it's easier talking to someone
when you've seen their face. No pressure to send a pic of you, take all the
time you need.

Love,

Brecht"

Enclosed was a picture of a boy who looked to something next to the camera
with a big smile. He looked very cute.

Suddenly I heard the bell chimes which notified me a new chat message was
received. I switched windows and saw it was from Brecht.

"I hope I didn't scare you away?"

I realized I had been gawking at his picture for the last few minutes and
forgot to answer his previous chat message.

"No, sorry! not at all."

I didn't know if I should send a picture myself. I liked Brecht, and he was
cute. But I was not yet ready to out myself as an incest-loving slut. I
felt quite safe to be myself anonymously.

I thanked him for his picture and said I would think about sending one
myself.  He repeated that there was no pressure.

We further chatted about all sorts of things when, suddenly, he said that
since we were not living far apart, maybe we could meet for a drink.

This caused me to panic. I was in dire need of a gay friend, but since
Brecht knew too much about me, it was not a good idea to become real life
friends.  In a panic, I logged out of the chat and logged my computer out.

I was back on my bed, laying there thinking about what just happened. I had
a wonderful time chatting with Brecht and he seemed like a genuinely nice
guy, but because he knew my darkest secret, I could not meet him. I
contemplated logging in again on the chat, with my real name and contact
Brecht again. But I decided against it. I didn't want to toy with him.

While I laid there contemplating things, my phone buzzed. It was Tijs who
wanted to know if I had plans for tonight. I had cleared my whole schedule
this weekend, in the off chance that I could spend time with Tim.  But Tim
had a date with some bimbo tonight, so there was no point in staying home.
I texted Tijs that I was free tonight.

When I said Tim had a date with a bimbo, I was not sure if she was a
bimbo. I didn't know who the girl was, but any girl that would take away
Tim from me was a bitch in my book. She could be a lovely girl, but if she
was in the way between Tim and I, she was pure evil.

Tijs texted back that he would pick me up at 7 pm. That gave me plenty of
time to wonder about what I should do next. I wanted to be friends with
Brecht, but it scared me to let anyone be this close.

I put my computer on and sat there a few minutes staring at the desktop
window. Finally, I decided I should check my email to see if Brecht had
mailed me. If he did, I would try to explain why I reacted the way I
did. If not, it was not meant to be, and I would leave him alone.

With a small heart, I opened my email. I didn't know what I feared the
most, that he had mailed me or that he hadn't.

There was mail from Brecht.

"Hi Nick (I don't know what your real name is, so I'll call you Nick until
you're ready to give me your real name)

I guess I must have said something wrong just now, because suddenly you
were gone. I apologize for what I might have done. I mean it when I say
that I did not want to hurt you or scare you. You were the first guy I
could talk to.

I really want us to be friends.

I hope you feel the same way.

If you want to meet me, I work as a bartender in `Bar Rock' every Saturday
evening. Feel free to say hello, or to just check me out ;-).  Feel free to
do what you want.

I hope I'll hear from you again.

Love,

Brecht."

I knew Bar Rock; it was a gay bar. I had never been there, of course, but I
had browsed the internet several times to see where gay guys meet. I had
fantasized about going there too, but I never dared.

Tijs had suggested several times to go to a gay bar together. He didn't
mind. He was comfortable enough to go to a gay bar. It didn't scare
him. Maybe I should pick up on his offer the next time he would suggest it.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed again.  A text message from Tim.

"Hey Bro, lay out an outfit for me for tonight. I'm talking this girl to
some clubs. What's the use of having a gay brother, if you don't use him to
stylize you ;-)"

It made me chuckle. Although Tim looked spectacular in everything he wore;
you couldn't say he was very fashionable. He usually wore jeans and a
shirt. The cliché of gays being fashionable was partly true, at
least in my case.

I loved this new challenge. Dressing Tim to look like a trendy model. I
loved it. I went through his closet and immediately noticed the
problem. Tim only had lots of casual clothing, but nothing fancy.

I wanted him to have this Justin-Timberlake-casual-smart look. I started
with what I thought to be the easy part; his underwear. Looking through his
drawer, I realized Tim only had jock straps. Tim rarely wore underwear in
fact. He loved his freedom down there. But that wouldn't work for
tonight. The more fabric between my brother's dick and this bitch he was
seeing, the better. Then, I remembered I had given him underwear last
Christmas, before I found out he didn't wear any.  After searching his
closet, I found the unopened package in the back. 3 tight white Calvin
Klein Boxers. I would love to see Tim wear them.  I opened the box and laid
one of them on the bed.

Now, the socks were easy. I didn't find quite the right pants; I'd have to
think about it. Next thing was a shirt. Tim always wore t-shirts, but I
knew he had some dress shirts for special occasions. I chose a white one
which fitted him like a glove. He didn't wear it often, but when he did, he
looked like a model. It accentuated his slim waist and his muscles. Now I
needed to find a tie. Knowing that Tim didn't have a tie, I chose a crimson
one of mine. To make the look complete, I needed a waistcoat. I had
several, but they would not fit Tim. I looked at the clock, I still had 2
hours before the shops closed. I decided to buy Tim a waistcoat.

I changed into more suitable clothes and raced my bike to the station,
where I was just in time to catch the train. I knew it wouldn't be cheap to
get him a vest, but I needed my makeover to be perfect. Besides, his
birthday was coming up. I could say it was an early birthday gift. To be
honest, it was also a present to myself. I would love to see Tim dressed
up. It would make me so proud to see him in an outfit I had picked for him.

When the train entered the station, I hurried to the door.  I didn't want
to lose any time.  I walked as fast as I could without actually running.  I
came into the store all sweaty and flustered. I hoped they had what I was
looking for, otherwise I would have to search for other stores.

I was in luck; I found a perfect waistcoat. Unfortunately, it was not in
Tim's size. I didn't feel like going to other stores. Normally I wouldn't
do it, because I'm very shy, but this was for Tim, so I gathered all my
courage and took the waistcoat to the nearest salesperson.

I fake-coughed to attract his attention. He turned around and I looked into
the bluest eyes I ever saw.

I just drowned in his eyes. I must have looked ridiculous, standing there
with a waistcoat in my hand, not uttering a single word and just staring
into his eyes.

He frowned, while raising one eyebrow.

"Can I help you, sir?" He asked politely.

I regained my composure.

"Yes, do you have this in a larger size?" I asked while handing him the
waistcoat.

He took it from me and said he would look in the inventory. I followed him
to the nearby computer where he scanned the waistcoat.

"You're in luck, we have one in a larger size in another store. I can have
it sent over.  It'll be here on Tuesday." He informed me.

"Ugh, I need it today!" I protested. I realized that I sounded like a
petulant child, I therefore added: "It's important that I have it today."

"I could call the store, have it reserved for you. If you hurry now, you'll
be there by closing time. It's about half an hour drive away from here."

"I don't have a car." I sighed. There goes my perfect outfit for Tim. I
must have looked really sad because the salesperson put a hand on my
shoulder to console me.

"Well, to be honest, I don't think you need a bigger size." He added. "I
think this one will fit you perfectly."

"Oh, but it's not for me!" I explained. "It's a present."

"You've waited till the very last moment to get a present. Did you forget?"
He laughed.

"No, not exactly." I told him.  I didn't feel like explaining it all to
him.

"I'll have to say, if you had forgotten my birthday present, I would be
mad. But one look at your cute smile, and I would forgive you." He said
with a devilish smile.

Was he flirting with me? That was a first for me. I never had a guy
flirting with me. I was very flattered. I felt that my face was turning
red. He was not bad looking. Maybe a bit too old for me. I guess he was
between 25 and 30.

"Listen, I might be able to help you. My shift ends in 10 minutes. I can
give you a lift to our other store."

I didn't know what to think of his proposal. I would have the perfect
outfit for Tim, but my parents always warned me not to get into cars with
strangers. I paused to think it over. He looked really sweet. I didn't
think he was anything other than be genuinely nice.

"Won't it be a big inconvenience for you?" I asked.

"No, not at all, it's only a small detour from my way home." He assured
me. "Besides, the customer is always king!"

He called the other store to have the waistcoat put aside for me. It was
not busy at the store, so he had time to talk to me. His name was Jonas. He
was a stylist. Before I knew it, I told him about my brother's makeover
. He asked what look I was going for and I showed him a picture of Justin
Timberlake.

"You have good taste! Justin has a good stylist." He said.  "So you had all
but the waistcoat?"

"No, not exactly. I still need to think about pants. Tim has mostly jeans
and sweatpants, but nothing that would fit this outfit." I admitted.

"Well, I would go with dark grey slim-fit jeans with it. I think I've got
the perfect one for it." He said as he walked through the store,
searching. "What size does your brother wear?"

I told him the size and he came back with the perfect jeans for my
outfit. It was perfect, but with the price of the waistcoat added, I would
go over my budget. I didn't dare to admit it and Jonas had gone to the
trouble to find me these jeans.

"Oh, and you're a lucky boy, Sander, cause only today these jeans are on
sale, and only this size. It's 70% off." He winked at me.

"But it's not on sale, it's from the new collection, I think you've mi..."
I started to say, but Jonas interrupted me.

"If I say it's on sale, it's on sale." He said decisively. "It's one of the
perks of being the store manager, I can give cute boys an extra discount."

Yep, there was no doubt, he was flirting with me. I paid for the pants
while Jonas put them in a bag.

"Have you thought about a coat?" He asked.

"Yeah, no problem, Tim has a leather jacket that fits the outfit
perfectly." I assured him.

After that, his shift was over. He said goodbye to the other shopgirl
working there and walked with me to his car. I began to have second
thoughts. I hoped he wasn't expecting anything from me. Was I leading him
on? But it was too late now, we were at his car. I couldn't turn back now.

During the ride we did some small talk. He was 27 years old. He was single
(he said it at least two times, to make sure I had this piece of
information.)  When we arrived at the other store, he escorted me in.

"Hi Thibaud! I've got a customer for that waistcoat!" He shouted as he
walked in.

A guy came towards us and gave Jonas a kiss on the cheek. I don't know if
it's common where you live, but here, men hardly ever kissed each other. I
was dumbfounded when he gave me a kiss as well.

I paid for the waistcoat and when we were back outside, Jonas asked me if
he could drive me home.  I politely declined and asked to be dropped off at
the train station.  I didn't want to give this guy my home
address. Although he was nice to me and didn't try anything, I didn't trust
him either. He brought me to the train station. Before I got out of the
car, he took my hand and took my hand.  He wrote his number on it.

"I want to see the result of your styling, so here's my number, send me a
picture. Please." He pleaded.

I promised I would. I started to like this guy. Before I even realised what
I was doing, I leaned and gave him a peck on the cheek.

I came home before Tim.  I removed the tags from the new clothes and laid
them on his bed.

I couldn't find the right shoes, however. Tim had work boots, training
shoes and old sneakers he wore daily. That was it. I, on the other hand,
had a shoe obsession. I had shoes for every occasion. I never counted them,
but I think I had more than 30 pairs of shoes. Another gay cliché
perhaps. I knew Tim and I wore the same size of shoes.  So, I went to my
room and took my all-white brand-new Air Force 1 Nikes out of the box. I
would be proud if Tim would wear them.  I just finished laying the outfit
together, when I heard the front door open.  Tim was home.  I hurried
downstairs to greet him.

"I did as you told." I informed him. "There is an outfit waiting for you on
your bed."

"Thank bro, I'll take a shower, shave and then I'll put it on."

I explained that part of the outfit was an early birthday present. He
thanked me with a bearhug before heading upstairs to take a shower.

I heard the water running when suddenly Tim called me: "Hey Sander, when
I'm done shaving, would you dress me?"

I headed upstairs to better communicate with him. I entered the bathroom,
where Tim stood in all his glory, lathered up.

"What do you mean, dress you?" I asked.

"Well, you know, like a valet." He shrugged

I started laughing.  "That's it, mister, no more Downton Abbey for you!"

"Well, I thought you would enjoy it!" He sulked while leaving the
shower. He seemed a little bit angry because I laughed at his proposal.

"Of course I would enjoy it!" I reassured him, while I tossed him a towel.

His face beamed up again. "Okay, I'll shave first and call you when you're
needed."

I saw him take the shaving cream. He put a large amount on his hand and
brought it to his crotch. Suddenly I had an idea.

"Well, since I'm your servant, shouldn't I shave you?" I hopefully
proposed.

"I don't know." He said hesitantly. "It's delicate to shave pubic hair. I
don't want to end up a bleeding mess."

"I'll be super careful." I pleaded. "Please, let me shave you!"

Finally, he agreed. He sat down and handed me the shaving cream and the
razor. He spread his legs and ordered me to be careful one last time.

I started to massage his crotch, to spread the shaving cream. I couldn't
believe I was finally able to touch his dick and balls.

I took my time, because I enjoyed it, but also because I didn't want to cut
Tim. When I was working on his balls, I noticed that his dick began to get
hard. Not completely hard, but it was definitely not soft.  He caught me
looking.

"Told you I would go on my date with a loaded gun." He joked.

It felt so great to finally touch his dick and balls. I was thankful that
Tim let me do this. Even though I was turned on as hell, it was not only
the sexual part that I enjoyed. Above all, it was the intimacy that made me
cherish this moment.. It was the fact that Tim trusted me to do this. I was
a little confused by him getting semi-hard. But I told myself it was not
because he wanted me. Most guys would get hard when you touched their dick,
no matter who did it. I only hoped that one day, he would consider fucking
me.

After I finished his crotch, I shaved his face.  He rinsed off in the
shower and dried himself while walking towards his room. I followed my
master like an obedient slave.

He dropped the towel and gave me lotion to soothe his crotch.  I massaged
it in. All the while my dick was hurting in my pants. I gently rubbed the
cooling cream into his now smoothly shaven crotch. I took my mind to spread
the lotion around. I deliberately used more lotion than was needed, so that
it needed more rubbing to get it spread. I used my right hand to spread the
lotion on his balls. It felt so great to finally hold them. I could feel
they were full. Pitty it wasn't reserved for me. While rubbing the lotion
on his crotch, I had to control myself not to kiss his dick. At one moment
I actually leaned forward but at the last second I refrained myself. Why
risk it and lose everything I had with Tim now. When all the lotion was
rubbed in, I had no excuse to prolong it.

 "Let's see what you got for me." He said as he walked to the bed.

I had left the waistcoat in the bag. It was not his usual style, so I
didn't want to put him off before he saw the complete picture.

"So, my faggot valet, you can start dressing me up." He smirked.

I took a moment to look at him, standing there in the buff. He was so
handsome.  I took the briefs and he lifted one leg, then the other. I
slowly pulled it up until it was on his hips. The waistband had been caught
beneath his balls, so that his dick and balls were sticking out. I didn't
know what to do.  Should I put them in his briefs, or should I let him do
it.

"Well faggot, what are you waiting for? I can't go on a date with my dick
and balls hanging out of my briefs."

That was all the encouragement I needed.  I took his dick and balls in one
hand, while I lifted the waistband and put his junk in his briefs. I
rearranged them so that he was comfortable.

He chuckled: "Now you are abusing the situation, faggot!"

I rose to my feet and stepped back to admire him. Yes, he could definitely
be a Calvin Klein underwear model. I put his shirt on and started to button
it down. Then came the jeans, which he loved. When tucking in his shirt, I
lingered just a little longer than was necessary.

When I wanted to take the tie, I noticed it had fallen from the bed.  I sat
down on my knees and reached for the tie who was now under the
bed. Suddenly, I felt Tim's foot on my back, pinning me down. "That's the
perfect position for you, slave!" He hissed. He sat down on the bed and
pushed his other foot under my face. "Lick it!"

I did as I was ordered. Tim leaned back on his bed while I licked his
foot. He let go of me so I could sit up. I kept licking his feet. I felt
like a fucking whore. I saw Tim enjoyed it as well, because he kept rubbing
his crotch. After a few minutes he took away his foot and ordered me to
open my mouth.  He spat in my mouth and slapped me in the face.

"Okay faggot, finish the dressing!" He ordered while he stood back up.

When I put on his socks, I could definitely see that his bulge was bigger
than before.  I put the tie around his neck and Tim started protesting.

"A tie? Sander, really?" He said. "I will look like a dork!"

"No, you won't. You'll look trendy. Just trust your stylish gay brother." I
replied. "Now, no more protest from you!" I said as I poked him friendly in
his stomach.

"Okay, okay, you'll hear no more protest from me!" He promised as he
ruffled my hair.

When I tied the knot of his tie, he placed his hand under my chin and
raised my head, so I was looking straight into his eyes. "I love you,
bro. I really do. I wished I could give you what you needed. I wish I was
gay too, so we could be happy together."

It was an odd thing to say, but I felt that he meant it. Tim really would
have been perfect for me. Rough and dominant during sex, sweet and caring
for the rest of the time. And he was such a good-looking guy too. In my
eyes he was perfect.

He pulled me in for a hug. I enjoyed the tenderness. It was such an
intimate moment to dress Tim.  Suddenly, I saw the clock behind Tim. It was
already 6.50 pm.  Tijs would be here in 10 minutes.  In a hurry I took the
waistcoat out of the bag. Tim started to protest: "What is that, do you..."

But I interrupted him and reminded him of his promise. He raised his hands
in defeat. I put the waistcoat on and it fitted him perfectly. I showed him
the sneakers and handed him his leather jacket.

He looked just as I imagined it. It was perfect. I took my phone out and
asked him to pose for me.

"Oh, you're done with the sneaky pictures now? You just going to order me
to pose?" He teased me.

I had just taken a picture when the doorbell rang. I totally forgot to
change my outfit.

"Tim, can you go answer the door? It's Tijs. I'll have to change."

While I searched for an outfit for myself, I heard Tijs saying to Tim that
he looked great.  It made me beam with pride.

"Yeah, Sander chose the outfit." I heard Tim say. "Now I hope he did good
and it will help me get laid." He joked.

Suddenly I regretted my decision. I did it for him, not to please some
bimbo.

"Sander will be right down, he's changing his clothes, you can wait here."
Tim said to Tijs.

He shouted to me from downstairs: "Sander, have fun tonight. I'll thank you
properly for your help tomorrow!"
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If you're curious which look inspired Sander to makeover Tim, here is the
Justin Timberlake picture:
https://www.gq.com/story/justin-timberlake-fedora-three-piece-suit-beards-skinny-ties