Le Petit Nicolas
Chapter 14 - Bonded Together

The first thing Charles felt was the impression that the world had ended. Shattered into pieces, divided into two. Everything seemed deep black as if the new universe was not yet created as if he was about to witness the great miracle of creation. The black color filled his vision and mind, penetrated him fully, sending painful waves all over his head. He woke up, trying to open his eyes, but his vision was blurry, it seemed that ages passed as he blinked, seeing only more of the black color. The room he was in looked deserted at first, then he noticed the table standing in the middle and a faint, flickering light to the left.

Sure enough, Charles was lost, not knowing where he was. It seemed like some kind of office room he never saw before, office or a storage. No windows, the air full of dust and mold. Yes, this place seemed forgotten and deserted. Seeing that his hands and legs were tied up to chair tightly, he tried to do the most obvious thing. Getting free was not an option - whoever tied him up was sure an expert at it. Being unable to move his body he tried to turn his head to the side noticing a flickering television screen. Now he heard also some random static noises – and nothing more, but his own breath.

Just then, as he was getting ready to shout and ask for help the door behind him opened and someone walked inside. “No, there are like three persons.” Charles thought, trying to concentrate, waiting for what will happen next. His friend, Mathias walked next to him and leaned on the table, watching him closely. Nobody spoke a word as they stared at each other as if this could get them somewhere, but both of them needed answers, explanations or in Charles case, even a miracle.

The tied man looked at his friend's watch. Forty after one. Realizing he blacked out for twenty minutes he understood they couldn't get him that far. Perhaps he was still close to the headteacher's house. It was middle of the day, with plenty of people outside – they couldn't just kidnap him like this. He knew that there was still some hope left, but he decided to negotiate first. There was something unusual about Mathias, his friend's eyes weren't happy anymore like they used to be all the time. They seemed like two ice chunks which were meant to never melt again. They penetrated him across. And then, when Charles opened his mouth Mathias stood up and smiled in the grimmest possible way. He clearly adored this moment.

“Ah, Charles. I feel like it's Christmas time. You know, something I've been waiting for a long time.” His voice was strong, loud and filled the room. “What are you thinking now? Do you want to run?”

“What do you want?” Charles asked in a rather harsh tone.

“What do you think I want?” Mathias replied and reached into his pocket as if the answer was hiding in there.

“Money? I can give you plenty. But you know this.” Geoffroy's father said and then continued. “But this isn't about money. I was about to make you a rich man and you just fucked up all the deal. Without me, you won't be able to finalize it. You don't care about this.” All of sudden Charles noticed that his voice was dry and weak. He sounded pathetic.

“Yes, fuck the deal. It was never about the money or the deal.” Mathias smiled, looking at his clock twice. “You know how it feels to live on the streets for years, to suffer and then to achieve everything you dreamed of? I could say I'm a happy man, a happy dead man.” Mathias explained and grabbed another cigarette.

Then he paused, taking a time to lit it.

“You ran away. Leaving me broken and alone for years. I was only thirteen, for fuck's sake. You never cared what happened next. And then we met, after all these years, and you pretended like nothing happened.”

Charles could observe that his friend was becoming angry, the things bothering him for years were finally released, the last rusted wire of sanity has broken. Still, Charles could not believe that he was blamed for the past again, for something he had no impact on. For him, the past was long lost, he preferred to live in the present time.

“So you were learning, growing stronger and richer. I saw it all in the newspapers, I watched you grow, actually. It took me a while to find a way, I admit. I was raised here shortly after my dad disowned me. Can you imagine? My own fucking father kicked me out of the house because I loved you. Soon everyone knew and everyone blamed me.” Mathias snarled at the tied man and looked at him in silence as if he was expecting some answer.

“I did not know, really.” Charles stated, but he knew that this was not a good explanation. “You want to punish me for everything that happened in the past? Don't you think that we could just blame it on people that are long dead? It was their fault, not ours.“

“I lived for revenge, it kept me going. One single event changed my life, our life. Your father would know what I'm speaking about, but he died before I could put my hands on him. I wish I could strangle him, watching him die slowly and painfully. I told him that one day I will get my revenge and he laughed.”

“Listen, I can't answer for what he did. I was just a kid, like you. I admit, he was a prick, but I was not able to do anything at all. I was sent to another school, in another city. I wanted to contact you!”

“No, you did not even bother to find me back then.” Mathias answered, a grimace appeared on his face. He seemed rather tired. “Oh, you would see wonderful things. I had no choice but to join a gang. We lived our dreams, hoping that we will conquer the world one day. I made a lot of friends back then, most of them are dead already. But then... can you imagine! And then, for the first time, the fate smiled to me as I made enough of money to start education. It was my dream, a great plan – to become a headteacher in a school full of young boys. Pretty, naive, young boys.”

“Wait, what?” Charles wasn't sure if he interpreted his friend's words correctly. He was shocked by the sudden reveal, not yet aware that this was merely a beginning. A sudden rage filled him as he started to struggle with his thoughts.

“Yes, I like to pick some young, rich boys. The cutest ones, the true angels. May god forgive me. Their parents do not care about them, allowing the kid to be lured into the never ending loop of drugs and sex. It takes a while but they are begging for a dick, moaning loudly as they are fucked. Did you ever hear a teenage kid in both pain and pleasure at the same time? The noises, I tell you... They can feel my pain. A lot of them.” The man smiled, walking closer to Charles. “A lot of them. But one...”

“You wouldn't!” Charles exclaimed as he tried to squirm free, but the duct tape wrapped around his wrists and ankles held him tightly in place. Mathias was clearly amused now, as he revealed the rest of his plan.

“Oh, believe me. I tried! God knows I did! You may wonder how it works. A rather simple idea. I got one, trusted and cute boy who is offering a free sample of weed to our victim. Kids are curious, can't blame them. After a few tries, he is offered another way to pay for it, and not even one of them is complaining as they are on another trip while I'm fucking their tight, rich, asses.” The man explaining, smiling again, as if recalling the memories of rape was pleasant for him.

As a matter of fact, he was really proud of his plan. He made it up a long time ago, realizing that all children, poor and rich, handsome and ugly, geeks and sports stars – they were all the same. Everything worked fine up to this point and now the head-teacher felt like a winner. After all, he was only delaying it by minutes, wanting to deal with Charles first.

“So, as for Geoffroy. He was offered my drug therapy two times but he refused them. What a clever boy, you raised him well. I needed to try another approach, as seeing Geoffroy naked has become my obsession. So I hired this useless pervert to make my dream come true.”

“The doctor...” Charles whispered to himself, full of frustration, utter helplessness, feeling that he was going to break down anytime soon. Realizing he failed to protect his son from so obvious danger he howled in agony. Oh, how much he wanted to free one of his hands right now. To free it and punch Mathias right in the face. Over and over, till his friend was no more.

“Well, Nicolas was just extra to make sure my plan works. I studied the child's brain a long time, I'm a psychologist, a perfect teacher. You know? Nobody likes to be touched by some pervert. I wanted to allow the boys to explore themselves. And then your son reported this poor fool. Just like I wanted.” Mathias turned the TV on, putting some disc into the device. “But what happened next. You know, the fact that they are fucking each other like rabbits in heat right now, well, this was unexpected. Thanks to you for sharing all the spicy details with me. Now, let's see.”

The screen showed the doctor's office. The alone man, sitting at the desk was waiting impatiently, waiting for the boys to show up. After a few seconds Geoffroy walked into the room, having some quick conversation with the man, who explained to him that he wants to see both of them at once.

“Well, this is the boring part.” Mathias explained, using his patient tone, rewinding the movie, and smiled as boys started to undress and the doctor performed the first examination.

“It... it depends on Geoffroy” Nicolas's voice filled the room, as little boy agreed to examine his classmate.

”First of all, ask your friend to drop the underwear and lie down on the coach.”

The tied, poor man turned his head away and closed his eyes. He did not want to see this. Not now, not ever. One of the thugs grabbed his head by his eyes and turned it back, forcing him to look at the screen. Charles felt like vomiting, his guts were all hot and twisting as he watched Geoffroy standing naked in the doctor's office. Nicolas, the poor black-haired boy was also embarrassed as started touching his son's privates as ordered by the wicked doctor.

“Alright, check if the foreskin is alright and slides down. Reveal the head of the member.”

“He liked it since the very beginning. Look at his face.” Mathias blurted out, letting out a sigh. “I must admit that this video is quite good. But the best is yet to come.”

But Charles had enough of it. He wanted to end it.

“What the hell do you want? Blackmail me?” He shouted.

“To watch the video. To see that your boy is the same as you. I remember your face when I fingered your hole or touched your dick. Your boy is perverted.” The head-teacher answered.

“What does it mean rectal?” Geoffroy's voice could be heard once again, echoing in the room.

“Geoffroy, spread your legs now. Nicolas needs to see your butt hole”

The image was of an incredible quality, every little detail, every bump and hair covering Geoffroy's body could be seen on the screen. One of the thugs whistled when the camera zoomed in to show the full beauty of Geoffroy's pinkish-brown hole in between of boy's spread cheeks. Charles wished he never saw his son in such a position. If only he knew what happened in doctor's office, if only he knew... things would be different. Of course, Geoffroy seemed embarrassed and humiliated. Both boys were. Charles wondered if their relationship sparked simply because they both were abused or if there was something more. Mathias glared at the screen and smiled, seeing that Nicolas started fingering Geoffroy's hole.

“Dip your finger again and shove it as deep as you can.” The doctor gave another command and Nicolas obeyed him right away. Everyone in the room could see his finger fully inside Geoffroy's tight, virgin anus.

“Now, there's question time. I wanted to know certain things about Geoffroy. Guess we can check how good you know him. Here comes the first one.”

“Have you ever mastre...masturbe...masturbated?” Nicolas's voice sounded really innocent. It was clear that this word was new for him. Then, as Geoffroy was about to reply the video stopped.

“So? What do you think? Did he?” Mathias asked and laughed, looking at the tied man, who stared back at him, completely ignoring this question. The head-teacher nodded at one of the thugs who punched Charles right in the stomach. “Do we really have to do it the hard way?” Another punch to the face followed the question.

The air left Charles body as he cried in the pain. One of the richest men in France was now about to start bawling like a kid. Everything was happening too fast, way too fast. His friend's voice reached him again, ringed in his ears.

“You are useless, really. Yes, he does masturbate. Daily. And what's more - he ejaculates. He is truly like you were at his age. He looks like you when achieving an orgasm. You will see in a few minutes. Nicolas will jerk him off.”

“Faster... I'm so close.” Geoffroy murmured, clearly excited by what was happening. Everyone in the room watched Nicolas's little hand moving up and down. So smooth, so fast, so perfect. Trying to close his eyes Charles cried in pain - the thug holding him was squeezing his face hard. The man looked at his son's precious body, observing the intercourse between two boys who were forced to do nasty things against their will. And then he saw Geoffroy reaching the sweet edge of pleasure, spurting sperm, which covered Nicolas's surprised face.

"I was dreaming about fucking your ass back then, but you never allowed me. Remember? And he is like you, just like you." Mathias remarked looking at the screen, pausing it at Geoffroy's orgasm-struck face, full of pleasure. Turning his head to the tied man, he licked his lips. Charles was now paralyzed, afraid of what he will hear next "But now... why not use him?"

“No! Wait!” Charles screamed but his shouts were ignored. Both thugs were leaving, following the principal's great plan. He needed to do something, he needed to save his son right now. Not wanting to disappoint Geoffroy again, he only hoped that his son was in some safe place, far away from the park or home where they could easily kidnap him. But just then again he sensed that something was not right. Was Geoffroy in a danger? Who was his tormentor? Was Nicolas nearby? Surely they would be able to escape and fight? They were growing so fast, the little boys.

"Now, you may be tied up, but your mouth is still not gagged. It's a good opportunity, I guess. And my life is about using the opportunity. Plus, Geoffroy will see how nasty you are, just like him. Father and son bonding. Together. Forever." Mathias smirked and unzipped his pants.

***

"Tell me, now!" A loud shout was the first thing Geoffroy heard as soon as he opened his eyes, blinking twice, sensing that his head was all heavy. But there were also some other noises.

Quickly recalling what happened Geoffroy tried to move, discovering that his legs and arms were all tied up. His body was resting on the cold floor, full of dust, it seemed like a dungeon, a torture chamber. His head ached in the pulsating throbs, which was no doubt an effect of Clotaire beating him. The boy blinked again, inhaling deeply, it took him a moment to fully open his eyes and look around the room. The situation was a rather poor one. Clotaire, their tormentor, was holding Nicolas's mobile phone and threatening the little boy, who was also on the floor, all tied up. Geoffroy able to see his boyfriend's face, but he sensed that Nicolas was hurt and crying already. The whole place was filled with the cold air and the strange scent of old, not washed clothes.

Nobody noticed that Geoffroy has awakened, so the blond-haired boy took his chances and tried to free his leg in one rapid move, hoping that the ties will tear easily. It didn't work and what's worse the sudden noise alerted Clotaire who looked at his beloved classmate and grinned.

"See, he's alive." Clotaire stated.

Nicolas slowly turned his face to the side. He wasn't able to speak or express any emotions. Being scared to death he simply cried, and Geoffroy figured out why. Some of Clotaire's cum was still covering the little boy's face, glistening in the faint light. Geoffroy was angry, trying to find any possible way to escape he felt that his throat was sore, he wondered if Clotaire will try to speak with them first. Their classmate was rather happy, still naked. His penis was once again erected as he looked at the two helpless boys in front of him. It seemed like negotiating was not an option but the young teenager decided to give it a go.

“Let Nicolas go, please. He suffered enough. I feel like this is between us only. Think about it! You will get in a lot of trouble!” Geoffroy spoke first, looking at their tormentor who still browsed through Nicolas's phone.

“Nope. He will watch.” The boy responded quickly, turning his attention back to Nicolas. “So, what's the password? I know what's inside. Another hot movie of Geoffroy stripping. Right?”

Not a single word was heard but only Nicolas quiet sobbing. Clotaire sighed and walked closer to his desk, grabbing a pocket knife. He wanted to treat them both at once, and it seemed to work right away, as they looked up at him nervously. Kneeling next to the small black-haired boy he placed the blade against the boy's shirt and yanked it, cutting the fabric. Nicolas tried to stop him, wiggling to the sides and hissed as the knife touched his skin for a moment, leaving a small, red line across his exposed chest.

“No, wait, stop!” The black haired boy exclaimed just when Clotaire's hand was getting closer to his stomach.

“Oh, too bad. I hoped to finish my work.” Clotaire snarled, cutting again, destroying Nicolas's shirt fully. The little boy's naked torso covered in goosebumps almost right away, and older boy couldn't help but stare at him, not believing how excited he was right now.

“The password is Nickgot.” Nicolas murmured.

“Alright, let's see. Short from Nick Faggot?” Clotaire joked and laughed, browsing the gallery. “Oh, two movies. Interesting.”

Playing the most recent video he watched two boys next to each other on the bed. They were naked, playful, horny. They switched their positions, Nicolas was on the bottom, and Geoffroy on the top, adjusting himself so his butt was directly above the little boy's penis. A wave of excitement surged through Clotaire's body. Were they really going to do it? Was his beloved Geoffroy no longer a virgin?

“I want to fuck you, I'm a dirty perverted little boy, who thinks only of sex!” Nicolas heard his own voice from the mobile.

Clotaire's hand formed into a fist. He watched as Geoffroy lowered his body. The screen was shaking a lot and another few moans could be heard as Nicolas penetrated his boyfriend. Clotaire's eyes narrowed – he wasn't expecting this. After all, Geoffroy lied to him, telling that he and Nicolas weren't having the anal sex before. He wanted to be his first, he wanted to pop Geoffroy's sweet cherry and heard him moan. Turning his face to the blond haired boy he nodded slowly, faking his smile.

“You want me to think that you are not virgin anymore?” His voice was loud, angry. It was clear that he was disappointed. “But, let's face it. Nicolas is so small that you barely felt anything at all. Not a big deal with such a small prick.” He kicked Geoffroy's body, so his classmate was now lying on his stomach and grabbed him by the waist, pulling it up.

With Geoffroy's buttocks high in the air, Clotaire gained full access to the young teenager's pants and wanted to take full advantage of it. Proceeding to enjoy the moment he wanted to make it memorable. After all, he wasn't in a big rush, he knew that nobody would disturb him in the next days. He set up a camera on the bed and double checked that Geoffroy's bound body was being recorded. Reaching between his victim's legs he attacked the boy's crotch, squeezing the soft bulge hard. Then, as if he was a winner, he looked at Nicolas with a hint of satisfaction on his face.

“Please, Clotaire, don't.” Geoffroy begged him in a frail voice. He was really begging him. This was everything Clotaire wanted. If anything, it made him stronger.

“In a few moments, you will scream it. I assure you. You will be screaming my name as I fuck you over and over.” Clotaire hissed and rested his hands on the boy's back, slowly moving them down the spine. “You know, it could be all different, but you destroyed my dream. We could be happy together. I would be yours, you would be mine.”

Both scared boys exchanged their looks. Nicolas was speechless, as he wasn't expecting that Clotaire was desiring Geoffroy for that long. It was not his fault that he stood in the way – it just happened. It seemed that their classmate was obsessed by the lust, ready to do everything, simply to get what he wanted. Nothing and nobody could stand in his way, not now, when the prize he admired was so close.

“Listen, we can talk. I'm sure we can find some way out...” Geoffroy assured him, sensing that Clotaire's hands were now violating his privacy fully.

“Non, mon cheri! I'm looking for a tight way in, not an easy way out.” Clotaire stated casually as if he was talking about the weather and unzipped Geoffroy's pants, sliding them down his knees. Looking at Geoffroy's boxers he felt his heart beating faster and faster, the adrenaline surged through him, his excitement was growing. His primal instinct was making him focus on his target. He wasn't thinking of consequences, Geoffroy's feelings or his own future. He was only thinking about abusing releasing the tension.

“I wanted to touch you. To kiss your skin, to caress your body. And now I can even put my hands here.” The tormentor snapped and placed his hands on blond-haired teen's buttocks, moving them apart, slowly massaging soft the skin hidden under the thin fabric. “And there's nothing you can do. How funny.”

“Listen...”

“Right, I better gag you up in a case of screaming.” Clotaire chuckled, walking away for a moment.

Just then Geoffroy figured out what was the source of the unusual stench filling the whole room. The pile of dirty socks and underwear was located right under Clotaire's bed. The boy grabbed a pair of stinky socks from below the bed and tied them together, creating a ball gag. Another useful trick he learned from the Internet. Wrapping the gag around Geoffroy's head, he pushed the cloth deep inside his victim's mouth. Geoffroy's eyes were burning with hatred as much as Clotaire's body was burning with lust. They both knew that their fate was already sealed and unavoidable.

“Please, stop! We will report you to the police!” Nicolas shouted in his desperate last resort, hoping to scare their tormentor, but Clotaire only laughed. He wasn't acting like a boy his age. His obsession took over as he knelt behind Geoffroy and grabbed the waistband of boy's briefs, almost tearing them as he pulled them down, leaving the blond-haired handsome boy totally exposed.

Oh, he wanted to see it up to close for so long, his biggest dreams were coming true before his eyes. Sure, he had the video of it. The one where Geoffroy was showing and fingering his hole, but this was different. It looked still the same, but to Clotaire it seemed even more inviting, the biggest treasure, the forbidden fruit. He wondered how easy would it be to get deep inside Geoffroy's bowels. Was the passage as tight as he imagined? His on-line friend, some dirty pervert, advised him to fuck Geoffroy till the young teen will bleed. He described in details how to make sure that their sex will be a rough one. Positioning his face closer to the valley between two rounded cheeks Clotaire inhaled deeply, smacking his lips.

“Damn, you smell so well. Sure, you can't see this but you are all sweaty already.” Clotaire stated, with a dreamy look on his face. Sticking out his tongue he lowered his face again, attacking the sensitive hole, placing a kiss on top of it. Pressing his tongue against Geoffroy's anus he tried to get inside, lubricating it. “Shit, I can barely wait. It's a big shame that I won't be the one to suck your ass.” The boy stated in a rather mysterious way and then touched Geoffroy's anus with his two fingers, trying to spread it wide. “But your cunt is so dry, so I guess that a bit of spit will be needed.”

“Please Clotaire...” Nicolas cried as he looked at Geoffroy's watering eyes. His hero, the boy he loved with all his little heart was defenseless, not even able to move his leg. How much he wanted to help them both right now. To fly away, to the safe space, far away from their tormentor.

But Clotaire followed his own plan of ultimate humiliation, taking a few pictures of both helpless boys. He spent a few seconds taking several images of Geoffroy's anus, from all angles. Knowing that he has plenty of time Clotaire shared some of these pictures with his shady online friend, adding a single short message.

“I made it.”

“Looks tight. Thanks for the before picture, send me one after you are done with him. I expect you to fuck him without mercy.” The stranger answered almost right away.

Clotaire did not want to delay the moment of his triumph anymore. Several months, almost one year of pain and now his dream came true. Nothing stood in his way, besides of Geoffroy's sphincter, of course. The trivial task, for him it was not complicated. Clotaire believed that a hard single thrust will be enough to break that very last barrier. How exciting it was, how horny he felt looking at two helpless boys. He was the master, they were only his little slaves. A spark of sanity within him was silenced as he tried to justify his actions simply by telling himself that Geoffroy deserved all of this for choosing Nicolas over him.

“You never noticed me, always treating me like a second-grade friend.” Clotaire pointed at Nicolas. “Thinking that this little shit is better than me.” The burning anger and lust filled his eyes and he kicked Nicolas again causing the defenseless boy to howl in the pain. Nicolas's face was wet from tears, he moved his legs and arms desperately trying to break free.

“Please!” Little, black haired boy pleaded once more, trying to turn his face away. He did not want to look at Geoffroy. But his ears were still able to hear it all, every little whimper and moan.

The boy was like an ancient statue, naked, perfectly shaped, strong. His maturing penis was glistening with the fresh precum, sperm, and spit. The head of his shaft was swollen, red and leaked more of the fluids. The teenager positioned himself behind his victim, placing his manhood right next to Geoffroy's hole, so the tip rested on the opening. Geoffroy's anus clenched right away, prepared to fight. The tormentor grabbed his organ and pushed, wanting to impale Geoffroy on it, but to his disappointment it only slipped up the crack, marking its path with a wet, sticky trail.

“Fine, fingers then.” Clotaire reached for a bottle placed beside his bed. He liked to use the lube for masturbation but here it was even more useful. A perfect oil, so slippery, so hot.

Coating his fingers in the sticky substance he began humming a song, enjoying the moment. His fingers were skinny and long, soon covered by the fluid. “Just perfect for this task.” He thought, placing one of them against the hole and forcefully pushing it inside, causing Geoffroy to moan so loud that everyone was able to hear him despite the gag in his mouth.

“Oh, at least you aren't so dirty inside. Heard it can happen. Such a royal ass, right?”

Drilling his finger to the sides, he tried to push it deeper, seeking for the boy's prostate, pressing it as hard as he could, wanting to inflict both pain and pleasure. After retracting his first finger Clotaire forced two of them all the way down the narrow opening, spreading Geoffroy's hole wide. The muscles were fighting him, getting weaker with every second, he played with them, knowing that the victory was near. Two minutes passed as the third finger joined his fun – the blond-haired boy screamed in pain for the very first time. The stinging was unbearable. Somehow Clotaire was able to find all the soft spots deep inside Geoffroy and he used them mercilessly, scratching them with his long nails. Quickly pouring a few more drops of the lube on his penis he waited for a moment to gather enough strength. His desire was clear, he wanted to pop Geoffroy's cherry without stopping to fight the sphincter. And so he did.

For a one second, Geoffroy did not feel anything, his insides seemed numb now. But then he cried louder than before as the sudden assault seemed to rip his body in two. The world was shaking, the young teenager was praying that one of his ties will get loose. His rectum gave way and parted, making him feel open and defeated. The pain was intense, almost unbearable and he couldn't do anything at all. The burning agony. He tried to fight it, to clench his sphincter, but his own body betrayed him, welcoming the intruder. Another long second passed, something was brushing against his butt, tickling him. Clotaire's pubes. The tormentor was fully inside him.

“Holy shit, way better than I imagined. So hot, slippery... so tight.” Clotaire panted and smacked both Geoffroy's cheeks. “Don't tell me you don't like it. Your dick is all hard.”

Both boys were close to blacking out due to the sheer amount of stress and pain. Helplessness was the only thing Nicolas felt, he was hardly able to catch the breath between his sobs. As for Geoffroy, he was experiencing the worst moment of his life, the physical pain was breaking his body and mind. Looking at Nicolas he was barely able to see his friend through his tears stained, narrowed eyes. Every slow push seemed to tear him apart even more as if Clotaire was getting deeper and deeper.

Now Geoffroy fully understood how Nicolas felt yesterday when they have the anal sex for the first time. But they were prepared, did not fight it, and it was not a result of some sick fantasy, but a love act. Shortly speaking, Geoffroy was changing, his mind was filled with hatred so big that he could kill right now. He thought only of the revenge, he was not a little, naive boy anymore. He matured within a second.

“Well, you aren't a virgin anymore, and I'm happy to say that.” Clotaire leaned closer to Geoffroy's ears, so Nicolas couldn't hear him. “This will get easier next time I fuck you. Over and over. At some point, you will beg me to fuck you.” Clotaire kept the humiliation going and retracted his penis, looking at it curiously.

No sign of blood yet. Oh, Clotaire simply wanted to send some really amazing photos to his friend. But nothing was lost yet. His psychopathic mind quickly found some alternative solution. Pushing himself back inside the boy started fucking his classmate faster than before. The whole small room filled with the sex sounds once again. Their bodies were slamming against each other every few moments accompanied by the noise of Geoffroy's muffled groans. Reaching down to grab Geoffroy's testicles Clotaire squeezed and pulled them away from boy's body. He smiled at the camera as Geoffroy screamed in pain. Both victims were in a miserable state. Nicolas finally managed to turn his head away from the rape scene, but hearing the voices did not help him much, especially when Clotaire impaled Geoffroy's bottom without much of a problem.

“I wish it could go even deeper, I want you to scream and suffer.” The tormentor stated, still holding Geoffroy's scrotum he started twisting it to sides. He was still full of energy, using the blond-haired boy's body the best way he could imagine. “Oh fuck!”'

Speeding up his motions Clotaire felt that his orgasm was just around the corner. Geoffroy was noisy, not able to stop moaning, even when Clotaire reached for the gag, pulling it out of his mouth. Everyone was able to hear the pain the handsome blond-haired boy felt. He wasn't even able to utter a word. His whole pelvis seemed broken in a half, providing him with more pain with every push. The world seemed over. Clotaire pressed once more. The one final thrust was over. Flooding his victim's bowels, filling them with the fresh seed Clotaire felt like in heaven. His body was shaking, his heart was beating so fast as if it was going to explode anytime soon. The rape was over.

“Shit!” Clotaire shouted. Geoffroy felt that the grasp on his testicles was getting tighter. The fluids filling him were now escaping through his rectum as Clotaire slowly pulled his organ out. The white, sticky semen dripped down his crotch and legs. The rape was over.

“Not bad!” Both boys noticed that Clotaire was taking another photo. He shared it with his friend right away.

“No blood?” A short answer followed his message.

“Yeah, sadly. I had to lubricate him. Couldn't get in. Plus he's a big boy.” Clotaire answered.

“Yeah, you need someone smaller to fuck.”

Looking at Nicolas Clotaire smiled. Sure, he wanted to abuse the little kid anyway, but the idea of having anal sex with him never crossed his mind. For him, only Geoffroy deserved that, he believed that Nicolas should just be beaten up badly and broken. On the other hand, everything seemed easier that way, he knew that at some point both boys would surrender to him. He walked over to Nicolas grasping the poor boy's head, turning him toward Geoffroy.

“You want surely help him, right? You wish there was something you could do.” Clotaire hissed, pretending to care. “Geoffroy, do you think that Nicolas caressing your asshole with his tongue and sucking my cum out would help you?” He asked, meeting no response. “Fine then, I will keep kicking Nicolas little nuts till you agree.” Clotaire reached for the zipper in Nicolas's pants but then heard a weak voice behind him.

“Nicolas, please help me!”

Turning back at him Clotaire sighed and smiled.

“What the hell Geoffroy, do you want your boyfriend to suffer? Sucking the cum out of your stinky ass? Do you think only about yourself? Fine then. Fine. I guess we will just allow you to sit on his face.”

A shadow crossed Nicolas face as he realized what was happening. Clotaire dragged his body closer to Geoffroy so the little boy was able to observe it all. Indeed, Geoffroy was in a miserable state, surely suffering from the effects of the recent penetration. The anus looked nothing like before, all wet, swollen, slippery and opened wide. Red colors all around it.

“Shit, I will need to cut some of these ties or you won't be able to sit on him. Just these two...” Clotaire's voice filled the room again and after few moment Geoffroy's body started lowering onto the black-haired boy below.

The first thing he sensed was the sharp smell of Geoffroy's sweat and Clotaire's cum. The scents were truly strong, filling his nostrils right away. With his boyfriend's testicles pressing against his forehead Nicolas closed his eyes, unable to see anything. The first drop of the sticky sperm landed on his lips. He hesitated to open them, but eventually, he had no other choice as Geoffroy sat on him. The swollen rectum was pressed directly against his lips. Nicolas felt it all, every little fragment of it. Every drop of the semen. For the second time, he sensed the smell and the taste he hated. The Clotaire's essence. There was no doubt, their tormentor won.