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After the uni bar toilet blowjob, Tommy again changed his attitude and behaviour to me in a few subtle ways. He now insisted on calling me "Little Micky" in front of others instead of my real name, Mike. In contrast, in private, he treated me more lovingly, letting me serve him regularly. He allowed me to pleasure all parts of his body from his big manly feet to his dark nipples and hairy ass hole. Mostly, he decided where I could please him but sometimes, when he was in a good mood, he would allow me to roam his sculpted body of my own freewill. I'm not sure why but I preferred when he decided what parts of his body I was allowed to worship. It felt more natural to me.
Often times, I would come home from uni and he would be seated in the main single sofa chair watching football totally naked. He had brought in a rule to our apartment that when he was naked, I must also be naked. He told me it was "good for my mind to see the difference regularly to avoid any confusion." I wasn't fully sure what that meant but I know that the regular comparison made me far more submissive towards him than ever before. I truly felt like a slave to my younger brother at this stage.
This particular Friday, without being asked, I threw my schoolbag to the side and stripped off all my clothes. He looked away from the football game briefly to inspect my body up and down. He shook his head in disapproval and turned down the volume on the TV, causing my heart to race. I had grown to crave even the slightest bits of praise from him so any sign of disappointment made my whole world shake. I started to break out in a cold sweat as he cooly clicked his fingers for me to stand by his side to his attention.
"Bro, have a little look at yourself and tell me what's wrong," he said with a tone of compassion. My panicked mind made it impossible for me to tell how sincere he was being and this made me all the more frightened.
Standing in between Tommy's wide-open, strong legs, my body seemed childish and scrawny in comparison. I scanned my entirety up and down but kept getting distracted by Tommy's thick cock hanging softly in between his thighs, pointing towards me. Once again, I felt like his cock was judging me. It was so intimidating. My body was trembling and I felt tears forming behind my eyes.
"I don't know Tommy, I'm so sorry," I blurted out, wiping my eyes. My knees shaking. "What is wrong with me?"
Tommy gently grabbed me by my waist with his large hands. "Oh, little brother, don't be so afraid. You are beautiful in your own way. You just have one little problem developing." He leaned out of his chair and brushed my tears away. "Don't worry, Tommy will help you get rid of it. It's very easy, little one. Just run into the bathroom and fetch me a razor and some shaving cream like a good boy."
His comforting words were like melted chocolate around my panicked heart. I scurried into the bathroom and returned obediently with the requested items, handing them over to Tommy's outstretched hand. He gave me a warm smile and brushed off the last of my tears.
"Sit down on your big brother's lap. I will take care of you." He patted his chunky and tanned right thigh and I sat down as he instructed me to. "There's my good boy." He smiled at me and lifted the leg I was sitting on up and down like a parent would do to comfort their baby.
With his right hand around my waist, he began to stroke my few hairs of dark pubic hair with his left hand. Twisting them in his fingers and then stretching the longest one out to its full length.
