Josh
So… it’s like totally normal to have a shop for male corsets bookmarked on your browser, right?
Right?
Not for me!
No, I’d probably look stupid in one.
But for my little brother?
I mean, my not-blood-related, ex-adoptive brother?
Ugh. That didn’t make it sound much better.
It all started around a month ago when I happened to peek at Lane’s phone screen—not on purpose, I promise—and saw this clip of a man posing with a corset on. The vibe was all moody and masculine and sexy, and because of that, I kind of stumbled and drew Lane’s attention.
Lane and I had never been really close. He always felt out of reach, like nothing I could do or say would make him interested,and, well… I was pretty sure he harbored some jealousy of mine and Oliver’s friendship. Why? I had no idea. The two of them were obviously closer to each other than I was to Oliver. Lane seemed oddly territorial.
Anyway, imagine my surprise when, of all things, a thirst-trap is what finally brought us closer.
He’d ushered me over to the couch, we’d just finished our family dinner at Wes and Ro’s place, and scrolled through the rest of the creator’s social media account.
I guess before that, I always thought of corsets as a girly thing. You know, for women and cute, petite guys like Lane. What was the word… Oh, yeah—femboys! Yes, corsets were for femboys.
But… the sexy corset man was pretty jacked.
Like…reallyjacked.
The kind of guy who clearly spent a lot of time at the gym. Broad shoulders, thick arms, defined glutes. The corset didn’t make him look feminine at all. If anything, it kind of did the opposite—pulled his waist in just enough so that his shoulders looked even wider.
Lane had kept scrolling, clearly enjoying my confusion. “I didn’t realize you were into stuff like this.”
“I’m not,” I’d answered immediately before pausing. “…Well, I didn’t think I was…”
My brain was doing a lot of recalculating in real time.
Then he’d scrolled again. Another video. Same creator, different outfit. Black corset, black pants, shirt open. The guy turned slowly in front of the camera, shoulders rolling, the corset laces tightening around his waist.
Lane glanced at me sideways. “You know, this guy is always doing ads for this one online store. Maybe you should check it out.”
I nearly choked on air. “What? Why?”
“To get one?” He raised one perfectly groomed eyebrow at me.
“Me?”
“Yeah.”
“No way.”
“Why not?”
“Uh… I just—I don’t think I’m the type of guy to buy something like that…”
“I bet Dorian would look hot in one,” he’d murmured.
And for some reason, my brain supplied the image right away.
