Greg rolled out of Rodrick's bed, commanding Rodrick to get dressed as he pulled up his own briefs and jeans. He did not wait for the slowly-moving Rodrick to get out of the bed and get dressed before he left the room. As he walked down the stairs, Greg's mind calculated a list of things that Rodrick was going to need. But, he also needed to grill him to make sure he was doing the right thing.

A small growl lurched from Greg's stomach. So, he headed toward the kitchen. He snatched a banana from the rest of the bunch and peeled it. A note on the table caught his eye. He picked it up and read it as he took a bite out of the the top of the banana. The note was to inform Greg and Rodrick that Manny's illness was still unknown to the doctors and they were going to do more tests, so their parents weren't going to be home for some time. The left a couple hundreds on the table for food. Greg quickly pocketed them. If he did everything right, they could pay for food to eat and get everything Greg figured they'd need for Rodrick becoming his personal slave.

As he finished his banana, Greg finally heard Rodrick's feet scraping down the stairs. They didn't sound that enthusiastic. Then again, why should Rodrick seem excited at all? With the plan Greg was forming, he should honestly just be freaking out.

A blackness crept into the kitchen. It was Rodrick in a wrinkled black t-shirt of a band Greg didn't know anything about and black skinny jeans with boxers sticking out over the top of them, which were only noticeable because Rodrick's shirt was tucked into the side of his boxers there.

"Is this acceptable attire, sir?" Rodrick asked, extending his arms out as if he had weights in his palms and a nervously gritted teeth.

Greg took a moment before answering. Honestly, he was liking the fact that Rodrick always seemed slightly on edge around him, unsure of himself, tamed. "It's fine for today," Greg finally revealed an answer, causing Rodrick's shoulders to sink a little in relief.

Rodrick gave the smallest of nods and twirled his car keys in his fingers. "Ready to go, then?"

Greg led the way out of the house as an answer to his brother's asinine question.

In Rodrick's van, Greg clinched his nostrils from the rot smell that came for the back of Rodrick's van. Probably old fast food wrappers with rotten food in them among other things. "Guess I know your next project."

Without an answer, Rodrick started the van. Rock music blared from the radio, which Greg promptly turned down and changed the station to a gayish popular station. A small line of anger was written along Rodrick's jaw. Greg turned the music down another notch, where it was hardly audible at all. There were a few things he needed to check out.

"Is this what you want?" Greg asked the question that was on his mind.

The jaw line became even more stone cold.

Greg grabbed and twisted Rodrick's ear. "I asked you a question, bitch."

Rodrick gave an audible gasped, followed by a hurt moan. "What, sir?"

"To be a bitch to your younger brother?"'

The line on Rodrick's face turned into a deep frown. "I need someone to control my life. I suck at it, thus far." The sentence came out with such honesty, Greg was moved for a moment. Then, he realized what it meant.

"You will be my slave from here until I decide to let you go, then?"

Rodrick stopped at a red light. His head bowed down. It looked like he was contemplating the actions that his next words would bring. Turning his head slightly toward Greg, his eyes were filled with defeat. "Yes, sir."

"We are headed to Target, then."

Rodrick punched on the gas when the light changed. And Greg turned up the music.

When they got to Target, they both got out of the van. Greg informed Rodrick about his parents as they walked in, so they quickly got some food first. That would only be about fifty of the dollars.

Greg led Rodrick, who was pushing the cart, to the Men's Department. His heart raced because he knew they were going to be looking at underwear. Greg had never shopped for them. He just let his mother bring him a new pair of tightie whities every few months. His dick was getting hard as he turned into the underwear aisle. All the men in underwear were staring him down. The cart turned into the aisle right behind him. Rodrick stopped when Greg did. Greg walked behind Rodrick, lifted the back of his shirt up and turned out his boxers. They were medium sized. Greg wore small briefs, so Medium would be good for Rodrick in briefs for sure. Rodrick's knuckles turned white as he stood behind the cart, dumbfounded at what Greg had just done. A malevolent smile filled Greg's face. He quickly grabbed a pack of white Fruit of the Looms sized medium and tossed them in the cart. Then, he walked down to the Hanes section and looked at the colored briefs. He grabbed a medium pack of five with red, green, dark blue, grey, and black and tossed them in the cart. Rodrick's ears were bright red. Greg's penis was about to snap in half it was so hard and nonadjustable. He quickly turned and tried to adjust without Rodrick noticing.

Next, Greg walked over to the Pet Department. He looked at the collars and found one that was black leather with spikes on it. He snatched it up and dropped it in the cart. Rodrick's eyes were wide with shock.

Greg led the way to the check out line. The bill was only seventy-five dollars, so Greg still had a hundred and twenty-five. His stomach rumbled before making it to the van. He would be too hungry to wait to get home. Greg grabbed the white briefs from the bag and opened them in the passenger seat, while Rodrick put the other bags in the back. When Rodrick got in, Greg threw a pair of briefs at Rodrick. "Put these on," he demanded.

"Now?" Rodrick whined, observing people go by.

Greg slapped Rodrick's face. "NOW!" He jerked his head back to show Rodrick could put them on back there. Rodrick quickly slipped out of his shoes and skinny jeans, pulling his boxers down with them. Greg grabbed the pants and boxers as Rodrick pulled on the briefs that were a perfect fit to show of the outline of his cock.

"Can I have my jeans, sir?" Rodrick asked in a humiliated tone.

"No. Take your shirt off."

Rodrick didn't even think about it. He just took it off and handed it over. Greg folded them all up and tossed them way back in the back. Except the boxers.

Rodrick started the van up and quickly peeled out of the parking lot.

"I want Arby's."

"What?" Rodrick did a double-take, stopped at a sign.

"Go though the drive thru."

"Like this?" Rodrick asked, panic rising in his voice.

Greg nodded. It was a test to see if Rodrick would do anything Greg said.

Before he knew it, they were turning into the parking lot.

Greg told Rodrick what he wanted and told him to order and pulled out a twenty.

After ordering, Rodrick pulled up to the first window. The guy took the twenty. Greg heard him laugh nervously. Rodrick's face looked like it was on fire with embarrassment and shame. It really turned Greg on.

Rodrick got the change and gave it right over to Greg.

The guy handed out the drinks and food. Rodrick quickly surrendered all that to Greg as well. Greg was too hungry to wait, so he started eating instantly. Inside, there was a small paper tucked away. It had a phone number on it. Greg shoved that in his pocket, while Rodrick looked out for traffic.