The Compromise - Part 3

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Devon's mess dried quickly and I'd be lying if I said I didn't sneak a taste. My mind was still rushing through what had just happened, so the entirety of the 'family' meal was lost on me.

He barely looked at me for most of it, and when we finally finished and Royce suggested that he and my mom go off together for a while, I noticed the spark of excitement in Devon's eyes.

"Yeah, sure" he nodded, and draped his arm around my shoulders, "there's a few things I need to pick up anyway and I'm sure Jake would like to tag along".

My mom beamed, Royce nodded and I squirmed as they departed and left me in the clutches of the very handsome young man who was soon to be my step brother.

"Alright, cum ball" he said, shoving me forward, "time to get you a new outfit".

I couldn't even begin to imagine what perverse ideas were running through Devon's mind. I walked with him partly because I didn't really have any other choice, and partly because I wanted to know what perverse ideas were running through his mind.

"Over there" he said, pointing to the underwear section.

Somewhat reluctantly, I obeyed, and a moment later I was looking at hundreds of different brands of underwear. Boxers, briefs, boxer briefs. I stared at them, but Devon had already found what he was looking for.

"Them" he said, pointing to a pair of the skimpiest briefs I had ever seen in my life.

"Dude, they wouldn't even fit me" I said, picking up what looked more like a piece of string than a pair of underwear.

"That's the point, dipshit" he whispered, "put em' on".

I turned to him, my eyes wide and my mouth open.

"What?!" I hissed, looking around.

The department store was mostly empty, but there were still some shoppers weaving in and out of the isles.

"You're fucking insane!"

Devon grinned at me and shrugged his broad shoulders.

"Yeah" he nodded, "but at least I'm hot".

I couldn't fault his logic, but he had another thing coming if he thought I was going to strip half naked in the middle of a store.

"Not a chance" I growled, hanging them back up.

"Fine" he said, a smirk on his handsome face, "no more dick for you".

I glared at him. Technically, I hadn't gotten any dick to begin with!

"Devon I'm not changing here!" I spat, "there's cameras everywhere!"

"Who gives a fuck?" He scoffed, "it's not like you come here every day, is it?"

My cheeks began to burn. He really was insane.

"I'm not doing it" I said sternly, crossing my arms, "it's stupid".

"You're stupid" he teased, shoving me playfully.

"Stop it"

"You stop it"

I felt my anger begin to build.

"Devon, I'm serious, stop it!"

"Devon, I'm serious, stop it!"

I turned around swiftly, ready to give him a piece of my mind, but he dropped and yanked my pants to my ankles.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I snarled, reaching down for them, but Devon put his foot in the middle of them and kept them there.

"You're halfway there" he shrugged as I desperately tried to yank them back up my legs, "the longer you wait, the more chance of someone seeing your ass... Or your little dick".

"Shut up" I growled, peering around to see if there was anybody close by. "I'm not playing around, Devon, let me pull up my pants!"

"I will" he said smugly, "when you put on your new undies".

I wanted to punch him, but the treatment I was receiving at his hands was, rather absurdly, making my cock swell.

"Dude, please!" I begged, feeling my dick stiffen, "I'm getting a boner!"

"No fucking way" he sniggered, and dragged my shirt up to reveal it. He cackled with laughter and reached for it.

"What the fuck!?"I snapped as he squeezed my cock right in the middle of the god damn department store.

"I'm gonna make you nut if you don't put them on" he grinned, and I desperately wished that we weren't standing here, and that we were back in my bedroom instead.

"Fine!" I hissed, stealing another glance around and rapidly kicking off my shoes, "this is so fucking dumb".

Devon released my pants as I dragged them off. Standing there half naked was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. My cock was now painfully stiff as I grabbed the stupidly small briefs and squeezed into them.

"I look ridiculous!" I growled, but Devon was smiling again.

"They're better than these things" he said, picking up my discarded boxer shorts, "much better".

I dressed quickly, happy to be covered up.

"I'm not stealing them!" I mumbled as we walked. "I don't know about you, but I was raised to pay for things".

"Of course you're not stealing them" he scoffed, and directed me toward the counter, "here" he said, handing me his card, "they're on me".

I stared at him, confused.

"Well" he laughed, "they're actually on you, but I'm sure the cashier will understand".

"Hey!" He said, and before I had a chance to open my mouth, Devon shoved me forward and suddenly I was standing at the cash desk.

The guy behind the counter was young, probably in his early twenties. He didn't look remotely happy as he sat there.

"Well are you buying something?" He half groaned, staring at me.

"Yeah" Devon nodded, "he's buying these".

He handed the guy a tag and my face burned as he read it, then glanced at me.

"And where are they?" He asked, seemingly as confused as he looked.

"They're on him" Devon smiled, "he had an accident on the way here, so it was a bit of an emergency".

I wanted to punch him in his stupid handsome fucking face.

The guy looked horrified, but scanned the tag.

"You're a fucking idiot, you know that?" I spat as we hurried out of there.

Devon was laughing too much to even hear what I was saying.

"The look on your face, bro!" He guffawed, "fucking priceless!"

"I'm glad you found it funny" I hissed, mortified.

"Oh come on, stop being so uptight"

"I'm not uptight!"

Devon grabbed my wrist and yanked me off course.

"Suck my dick" he said, as we glared at each other inside a tiny cleaning supply room.

"What?!" I gasped.

"My dick" he nodded, pulling it from his waistband, "suck it".

The room seemed pretty private, but I still rolled my eyes.

"You really are insane, do you know that?" I sighed, but I still got down on my knees, anyway.