Le Petit Nicolas
Chapter 9 - Clotaire wins!

Monday was a bad, cold day, it has been raining since the early morning. No wonder that the boys were not in the best mood and there were several reasons for them to say to. Geoffroy wasn't quite eager to wake up early and leave for the school, so not a big surprise that they were late and missed the bus. Playing the console games till the late night sure played a part in his laziness. Taking a quick shower, eating fast breakfast and saying goodbye wasn't easy. Nicolas tried to stay positive, telling his friend that the attendance wasn't even checked this week, but Geoffroy was still in the dreamy mood, not really worrying about school things. As a matter of fact, the blond-haired kid was only thinking of how amazing the weekend they had and how warm his bed was. Plus, the memory of the bed was now also reminding him the good time he had. It was quite hard to count the exact number of times the horny boys played with each other, jerking, sucking, kissing, rubbing. Blaming them wasn't really possible. After all, they were just young boys who discovered the better way to pleasure themselves, not able to hold their feelings and emotions anymore.

“Five days left.” Nicolas stated after a while, hoping to bring some smile to Geoffroy's face, but his friend remained silent as if he was still sleeping, his mind drifting elsewhere.

Nicolas was really cheerful about coming holiday season. Geoffroy wasn't yet aware that they were to spend the time together and Nicolas wanted to keep the secret for as long as possible, as he promised. Besides, he wasn't sure if his parents would allow him to travel with strangers. Because, yes, in their eyes Geoffroy was a stranger, not a part of the family, just a friend. Nicolas's mother was taking care of her boy, doing everything to keep him safe. She was overprotective like most of the young mothers. She didn't even notice the moment when her boy started growing up – for her he was still the petit Nick, her little boy, wearing diapers and making a lot of mess.

“You know, I just realized...” Geoffroy blurted out, his eyes narrowed. “That the porn video is still in your room.”

“I don't think anyone will use my computer.” Nicolas answered right away with a cheerful smile as he tried to remain positive. But the coldest ice filled his stomach when he realized that he wasn't telling the truth. From time to time, his mom was working on the computer, corresponding with her friends. Sure enough, Nicolas figured out that his parents would surely call him if something was up. And that probably his father would be furious, shouting and screaming at him just like in the past years. Their relationship wasn't easy. The man considered spanking the best solution to all the problems. Sufficient to say, Nicolas was crying a lot when he was younger.

“I was also thinking...” Geoffroy yawned and continued, glaring at Nicolas. “You are right. Five days. Then what? My father wants to spend some time with me and I can not say Non. But I don't want to leave you here, all alone. So there's nothing good about holidays. Let's make this week amazing, shall we?”

“Yeah. And don't worry about the summer, Geoff. Your father should be the most important person in your life. He-he is amazing!” Nicolas exclaimed, smiling. “Spend more time with him. We are hanging out a lot lately.” The little boy explained, trying to avoid the holiday time subject.

“Well, he is as important as you are, Nick.” Geoffroy protested, with clear amusement in his voice.

“He is your family. I'm not.”

“You will be one day.” The blond-haired boy gave his friend a hard look and then winked, as he started describing his plans. “You know, I will marry you and we will spend the rest of our lives together.”

“Marry me? Wh... ” Nicolas gasped. He wasn't quite ready to hear that. Geoffroy was speaking of some distant times. Sure, it sounded like a joke, but his friend had a dead serious face. “When you came up with this?”

“Just yesterday's evening, during the supper.” The older boy explained.

“Oh, right.” Nicolas wasn't able to answer in any way. He was rather confused by the sudden vision of marriage which appeared in his head.

“Ah, and we will be rich, traveling, ruling my father's company and not giving a fuck about other people. How does this sound?” Geoffroy asked and grinned. His eyes were full of happiness.

Then, as they crossed the school's gate and went inside Nicolas started thinking. Was it possible that their friendship will last forever and ever? Some mixed feelings appeared in his head and he smirked, ignoring the things Geoffroy was saying. His friend was clearly making some silly plans, the future was rather unclear. Full of surprises.

“Great. Remind me about it in a few years from now, please. Now, let's go to the swimming pool or they are going to start without us. And I know you want to show off. Again.”

Soon enough the small room, next to swimming pool filled with the boys their age, who were undressing, having a chat and laughing. The true teenagers' paradise. The noise was so loud that both young lovers couldn't hear their own thoughts, let alone talk. Nicolas walked into the locker room, stripping, changing into his swimming trunks. He enjoyed the physical education lessons, as they usually lasted for two or three hours and he was free to do anything he wanted. He wasn't a master swimmer by any means, Geoffroy was much better at sports, and he liked to show off his skills. Or maybe this was his natural talent.

Today, for the first time, Nicolas was able to see Geoffroy in a different light. But the weird feeling that filled his stomach just a week ago was not there anymore. He finally figured it out why exactly was he blushing at random moments when his and Geoffroy's eyes met. Nicolas really liked the blond-haired boy and watching him almost naked, just wearing the tight trunks caused him to become all excited. Sure enough, he wasn't aware of this fact, unable to identify his feelings. But now, now he knew it all. Obviously, he wasn't the single person, who was thrilled to see Geoffroy's skinny body. Clotaire adored every second of the show, he looked directly at the young boy's god-like body, slowly moving his head up and down, as if he wanted to examine it. So perfectly shaped, so smooth. Oh, he was going crazy looking at the budge in Geoffroy's trunks.

“Geoff, let's go, okay?” Nicolas suggested, a little nervous, noticing that their classmate was staring at them.

Soon, both boys walked past Clotaire, paying no attention to their friend, who was also treating them as air. One by one the boys left the locker room and went out to the pool. Just a few of them remained inside when their coach marched inside, looking around. He was a big, strong man everyone respected. And he loved these kids, every single of them. He knew how to make them entertained.

“Ah, Clotaire. Are you going to watch over things here as usual?” He asked in rather disappointed voice.

“Oui, Monsieur.”

“Are you sure, you don't want to join us? It's free for all today. Fun!” The man smiled, trying to encourage his student. “Your choice.”

“Yeah, I might join you a little later.” Clotaire answered, scratching his neck, smiling. Of course, he had some other plans. What he wanted to do was far from good and possibly unethical as well. But when the coach called for the last students and left the locker room the boy felt the familiar excitement filling him. It was the exploration time.

So there he was. The gay boy, alone in the room with other boys' belongings. A world of wonders. He recalled his first time, back in January, when he decided to search his classmates' things. The curiosity got him, plus he quickly discovered that doing it raised his adrenaline, as he was really afraid to get caught. So, he explored the forbidden world, hoping to find some nasty secrets. Then, a few days later, Clotaire figured out that he could go an extra mile. His excitement peaked as he grabbed some boy's socks and started sniffing them, shortly after doing the same with the underwear. His young imagination was suddenly filled with the nasty thoughts, as he inhaled the scent, tasting some piss and sweat covering the cloth. He couldn't help it – he closed himself in one of locker rooms and started masturbating.

Over the months his sessions started to get more and more regular. Every week he sniffed at least two to three briefs or boxers, looking for possible marks of dried sperm or piss. These were rare, but he felt really excited discovering them. Clotaire imagined his classmates naked, pressing their crotches against his face. Breathing deeply, licking the dirty stains the young teenager felt nasty, satisfying his needs, jerking off every time. Of course, in the last few last weeks, when his obsession peaked, he searched only through Geoffroy's belongings. He wanted to find any little hints hinting that his beloved classmate was gay. Now, when the thing was clear his plan changed.

“Okay, let's see.” He whispered, and walked over to Geoffroy's locker, opening it with the universal key.

Wasting no time he grabbed the boy's pants and underwear, quickly looking at the front for any signs of Geoffroy's recent orgasm, but the briefs were clearly fresh, the boy changed them just this morning. Clotaire sighed a little, sniffing the clothes. To say the truth, he really liked Geoffroy's scent. It was driving him crazy, causing his hormones to rage. Feeling the cold chunk of ice in his stomach he grasped his classmate's mobile and did his usual search. Every single time Clotaire wished to find at least a single nude selfie, that was his dream, something that seemed unreal. But so far he wasn't having such luck. Or was he? The single password protected directory, created just a few days ago, caught his attention. “Now, things are getting interesting.” He thought to himself and looked around to make sure nobody was spying on him. Then he started typing, trying to guess the password.

“A simple one. N-I-C...” Clotaire murmured, pressing the keys and filling the field with his classmate's name. The one he hated. Another adrenaline rush surged through him as soon as he realized that the password was accepted and he got the access. Sensing that the ice cold sensation in his belly was gone and replaced by burning feeling he gasped. There was a single video in the gallery, a few minutes long.

Nicolas's face filled the screen. The little boy smiled and stared directly into the camera. Within a few seconds, Clotaire figured out what he was about to see. Then, he also heard Geoffroy's voice from the speakers. So loud and clear as if the blond-haired boy was standing next to him. Clotaire could not believe it and pinched his skin, hissing silently again.

“I want to see it!”

Instinctively, like every other week, the perverted teenager walked into the changing room, locking himself, still glaring at the screen. His hands were shaking, his heart beating was faster than ever. “No, was it possible?” He thought, squeezing the mobile phone in his sweating hands.

“Best is yet to come.” Nicolas's voice could be heard. Clotaire looked at the little, innocent boy exposing himself even more, showing off his underwear covered erection. Such a dirty kid!

Grabbing his crotch Clotaire started massaging it as he continued watching the movie. Nicolas teased and caressed his skinny body, slowly lowering his underwear. Clotaire gasped again. Nicolas was almost naked! This was the first time when the older boy was able to see someone's body, he explored it, adoring every part of it. Pausing the video for a second he grabbing his own cell phone. Sure thing, he hated Nicolas for a reason, but this was his best chance to humiliate him. “A naked boy is a naked boy.” The teenager thought to himself, grinning viciously. Within a few minutes, Clotaire transferred the striptease video to his own phone and returned the mobile to Geoffroy's closet.

“Damn.” He whispered a single word as soon as he saw Nicolas parting his legs and playing with his little, wet anus.

“Come on, show it, Nick.” Geoffroy's excited voice could be heard once again.

Nicolas was on the floor, his erection pressed against the tented underpants. Clotaire couldn't hold it any longer and started masturbating furiously. It's not hard to imagine that his pants were all soaked with the sticky precum, his penis swelling inside. The teenager never felt so excited in his life, the burning flames all around his pelvis were dancing energetically, bringing him closer to the edge. A few moments later he observed as Nicolas exposed himself completely. The boy recording the video zoomed in the camera, and the screen was now filled with Nicolas's erected member. “So little and cute. So different.” Clotaire thought, sticking his tongue out, panting. Finally, Nicolas spread his legs as well, showing all of the goods at once.

“Oh, oh...” Clotaire moaned loudly as his orgasm approached him, letting his hot cum splatter all over his shirt. He wasn't able to say how long his climax lasted but these few moments felt like an eternity. Through his half-closed eyes, he still stared at the screen, pumping his hand up and down his shaft, squeezing all single droplets of cum out. Oh, Le Petit Nicolas sure had a nice body.

Still trembling a bit he took his shirt off, feeling the sharp smell of cum filling the changing room. Clotaire started licking the sperm marks, cleaning the cloth fully, he always loved the taste of his own fresh load. A few more globs of cum covered also his lower abdomen and the black pubes. Clotaire was really proud of them – they made him feel like a real man, he was aware that he was indeed the most developed boy in his class, especially now, after seeing Nicolas's small and hairless organ. Oh, if only they respected him more, he would actually use his position and make them all his slaves. His imagination was going wild as he licked yet another wet spot on his shirt, inhaling on his own sexual scent.

“Nicolas has a pathetic dick. Really.” He thought, smiling to himself, zipping his pants. “Shame it's not Geoffroy.”

Obviously, he figured out that everything will change now. That he will look at Nicolas in a different light and laugh inside every time recalling the little boy's crotch and the obscene video which could be easily used to blackmail him. His heart rushed as he grabbed Nicolas's mobile and checked the gallery for the new content inside. “Here it is.” Clotaire thought and noticed that the directory was created on the same evening, few minutes after the first one. Figuring out what he will find inside, he almost fainted. The naked Geoffroy was out there, showing it all. He was so close and yet so far. After trying out the several passwords, Clotaire discovered that none of them were correct.

He felt defeated. Cracking Nicolas password wasn't possible and the number of attempts was already exceeded. Just then, when he was about to smash the mobile against the ground he heard the familiar voices as some of his classmates were walking toward the room. Pretending that nothing happened he put Nicolas's mobile back and walked to his own locker, checking his own mobile, making sure that the video he transferred was really there.

“Yeah, no more lessons!” His classmate exclaimed, walking into the room, cheering.

“What happened?” He asked.

“The math teacher is sick, we are off to home.”

More and more boys marched inside the room, talking, laughing, changing their clothes and discussing their plans to spend this day and rest of summer. Clotaire waited, trying to remain relaxed, but as he peeked at his classmates' bodies, all wet and shiny from the water he became aroused again. Oh, he could suck everyone dry, if only they asked! Touch their naked bodies, massage their little muscles. If only they asked. Eventually, Geoffroy and Nicolas appeared in the room, the young friends were the last to come.

“Clotaire, you still here?” Geoffroy asked in a rather surprised voice, looking around the room and seeing only a few folks still packing their things. “You should celebrate. No math today.”

“Yeah, making sure that your belongings are safe.” Clotaire answered in a rather pleasant voice, locking his eyes on Geoffroy, and then slowly turning his head to Nicolas, faking his smile. Oh, the sudden, perverted vision crossed his mind and then an unexpected question escaped his mouth. “So, how was your weekend?”

“Yeah, just fine. A lot of work around the home.” Nicolas stated, grabbing his briefs and walking into the dressing room.

“Yours, Geoffroy?” The oldest boy asked again and couldn't help but stare at his classmate's wet, water covered chest. The little brown nipples seemed so hard that Clotaire wanted to tease them and then slowly lick all the water off boy's skin, moving his tongue lower, and lower. And lower.

“Fine, thanks.” Geoffroy answered with a smile.

“Eh, see you soon, then!”

Grabbing his own things, making sure that his mobile phone was in his pants he sighed loudly and smiled. Yes, his biggest treasure was still there, he was sure of it, now he needed to figure out how to benefit from it. Nodding at Geoffroy the teenager left the room. The school hall was empty, only single students walked beside him, when he decided to take a different route and walked into the toilets. The sexual urges filled him once again, his mind was going crazy. The swelling in his pants was unbearable, his penis demanded some attention once again. All the thoughts, all the wild ideas, Geoffroy's little nipples, everything was making him crazy. He was obsessed, burning with lust. Splashing his face with the cold water the teenager smiled - he joined the big game and couldn't wait to share his findings with his dear online friends. Oh yes, they would surely be delighted to see Nicolas's naked body.

***

Searching for Nicolas's hand Geoffroy grabbed it, squeezing tightly, feeling a shiver crossing Nicolas's body. Both young boys walked through the park, knowing that they have plenty of time to spend together. His minds were rushing, full of thoughts. For example, Geoffroy considered starting his holiday right away, he knew that the very last days in the school were not that important. The blond-haired boy was really enjoying the late morning and cheering inside, feeling really happy now. And Nicolas wasn't really eager to go home, afraid to discover the truth about the porn clip. Something kept telling him that the worst was yet to come, the sense of impending doom.

Sitting on the bench in the middle of the park they watched the squirrel running through the grass. The air was clear, the weather was perfect, their nostrils were full of the scent of the freshly cut grass. Sharing the sandwiches the boys started talking about the most common things, speaking their thoughts and wondering if Geoffroy will become the world's most famous swimmer one day. So popular that he will be making lots of money, and having sex with a lot of willing chicks. Both boys laughed imagining it. It seemed unreal that one day they will be adults. This wasn't their world and unlike other boys they wanted to stay kids forever. After all, their childhood looked really promising.

“Hey, remember? Watch it.” Nicolas asked and reached into his pocket, grabbing his mobile phone. Going into the gallery he noticed that something was off. His voice was full of suspicion all of sudden. “Geoff... Can I have your mobile for a second?” The blond-haired boy asked, taking his friend's phone, tapping his fingers on the screen. “Y-your mobile was in the locker room, right?”

“Yeah? So?” Geoffroy asked, smiling, but then looked at Nicolas's face, which turned pale white, the young teenager was really scared. “What's going on, Nick?”

“Someone tried to access the gallery on my phone. You know, THE gallery. 20 damn attempts. And the last one...” Nicolas paused, his voice breaking. ”Was half of an hour after someone watched the video on your phone.”

“What? But that's impossible.” Geoffroy protested and frowned, grasping his mobile phone, looking at the screen. He wasn't able to deny it - Nicolas was speaking the truth. Someone cracked his password and watched the whole video. The rush of adrenaline surged through him, he figured out they were in trouble. The blond-haired boy hoped that the video was not transferred to some other device or worse yet, uploaded somewhere. He blamed himself for setting such an easy password and was about to answer when he heard Nicolas's quiet sobbing.

“I knew this wasn't a good idea!” Nicolas whispered and hid his head in hands, feeling the terrible lump in his throat getting bigger.

Embracing his boyfriend Geoffroy made an attempt to comfort Nicolas. The tears filled smaller boy's eyes, his body was trembling as he was unable to speak anymore. The single thought that someone will find out the truth about him made him panic. This was way too much for a little boy like him. He wanted to run, run as far as he could and leave the old life behind. All of the worst scenarios appeared in his head, his parents screaming, his classmates laughing at him, Geoffroy breaking up with him.

“It will be alright, we both know who did it.” Geoffroy murmured, stroking Nicolas's hair, pressing his lips against the boy's ear. His friend snuggled deeper into his body. Nicolas couldn't control his emotions and still cried, realizing what Geoffroy meant. “It's all my fault. I will speak to him. He was so happy...“

“He will show it to everyone, he...”

“Shh...” The blond-haired teenager whispered in a low voice and kissed the boy's neck. Nicolas felt really safe and warm in his boyfriend's arms, his lover stayed strong and bold all the time. The little boy wanted this moment to last forever, he needed someone to make him feel loved. “Come on, I will bring you home and then call Clotaire asking what the fuck is wrong with him.” Geoffroy suggested, and softly patted Nicolas's head.

“Okay.” Nicolas answered, wiping his tears and smiling. “Thank you. I... know I shouldn't cry, but I'm unable to help it.”

“You are cute, Nick. Even when crying.” Geoffroy stated and looked away for a moment.

The whole situation was causing him to tear up as well as he figured out that losing everything was a possibility. The dark times were ahead of them, and to say the truth Geoffroy did not know what to expect. He started to wonder if Clotaire was going to use the video against them, just for fun, and if so – what price will they need to pay. On the other hand – it was all his fault, he needed to stay strong, just for a few more minutes.

“It will be alright.” Geoffroy reassured him, comforting his lover once more. But he was also trying to comfort himself. “It will be alright. Come Nick.”

Walking down the street they remained silent, no longer happy, but focused on their thoughts. They were about to face their greatest fears. Saying goodbye to each other they hugged, standing in front of Nicolas's home. Geoffroy wasn't sure what to say, how to make his friend happy with a single word. He was a bit scared himself, struggling with the wild river of thoughts. What if he will never see Nicolas again? What should he say?

“I will call you this evening. Be there.” Geoffroy stated and looked around. He leaned over, closer to Nicolas and whispered, kissing boy's cheek. “I love you, Nick.”

Nicolas nodded his head and knocked on the door. Before the door opened he turned away, but Geoffroy was already gone as if the blond-haired was just a ghost. Feeling guilty and dirty Nicolas gulped hard, feeling another unexpected wave of shame all over him. Recording their sex wasn't really his idea, and blaming Geoffroy for it wouldn't help. Nicolas realized that it was all his fault, he was the curious one after all, he was the spark that changed their little world. The fear filled his body as he realized that he was also to face another problem. It was his father who opened the door and invited him inside.

“Hi dad!” Nicolas exclaimed, faking his smile. His eyes were still red and cheeks wet. Hiding the fact that he just cried wasn't easy. Besides, the sense of the impending doom was still there, clearer than before.

“Nicolas. Why are you home so early?” The man asked and grabbed the newspaper from the postbox, looking at the front page. He was not really reading it, just pretending, trying to ignore his son.

“Our Math teacher is sick. I...” The boy paused, recalling the thing he was supposed to do in the first place. “I will be right back, dad!”

Rushing upstairs as fast as he could he walked into his room and turned the computer on, clicking on the eject button furiously. The disc drive opened within a few seconds causing Nicolas to gasp. The little boy covered his mouth, placing his hand on top of it, noticing tha the drive was empty – the disc was nowhere to be found. Wanting to grab his mobile phone and call Geoffroy he felt frozen in his tracks. He wanted to run away, knowing that his parents found the gay porn, something they hated. Embarrassed and broken, the black-haired teenager heard a deep voice behind him. Deep, sharp and angry.

“Are you looking for this?” The man was standing in the doorway, holding the disc in his hand.

“Dad, I can explain. You see...” Nicolas tried to find the right words, hoping that this time his father will understand.

“Disgraceful behavior!” Nicolas's dad shouted, getting very angry, allowing his rage to take over his body. “Your poor mother was really disappointed with you! What were you thinking?”

The man's voice was hateful, sharp as the edge of the knife and mad. Nicolas could not utter a word, he was a victim now, watching as his father walked closer to him. It became clear that he won't be able to escape the punishment. Deep inside the boy understood it, he knew he deserved it for everything that he did. In his father's eyes watching porn was not a minor misbehavior, but a serious issue that needed to be addressed. Recalling everything that happened to him Nicolas felt that he was about burst into tears again, looking at the floor as he heard more and more hurtful words. The man was now sitting on the side of the bed, ignoring the boy's sobbing.

“This works only for your mom, Nicolas! She clearly failed at raising you, you little pervert!” The man shouted, raising his hand and throwing the disc against the wall, causing it to shatter. “Well? What's your explanation?”

“I-I was curious... Please...” Nicolas murmured, choking back his tears.

“Curious?! Being a fag is a sin, Nicolas! Do you want to go straight to the hell?” The man screamed grabbing his son by the arm. “Look at me. Don't ever think of becoming gay. These people go to the hell. Do you understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

“Yes, dad.” The boy answered, bawling.

“Bend over my knee. Now.” The man commanded.

“Dad!” Nicolas cried, trying to sound strong, but his voice was low and weak. The boy stared at his father in disbelief, his face expressed no emotions. One look was enough. He knew that his father wasn't joking this time. “I'm... twelve!”

“Twelve and stupid as fuck! Now get here!” The man shouted, pointing to his knees.

“Don't you care...”

“Come here, or you will regret it!” The man repeated, getting even angrier. “Pull your pants down.”

Nicolas was frozen in tracks again, but eventually, he made a step forward and walked closer to his furious father. Looking straight into the man's eyes, hoping that he will forgive him everything, the boy tried to find some support, but there was none. The boy figured out, that his dad was desperate to punish him. His eyes were full of fire, Nicolas never saw him getting that angry. Unzipping his pants the young, trembling boy allowed them to fall all the way down to his ankles. He felt terrible and another loud cry escaped his throat as he tried to say something.

“Bend over my knee, right now!” The man was really impatient, screaming loudly.

With his bottom sticking up and his hands on the carpet Nicolas leaned over the man's legs. Waiting for the humiliation to start he couldn't believe that this was happening for real. The spanking, the pain. To say the truth Nicolas could easily imagine things that would be much worse and yet man decided to punish him in the old fashioned way. Always the same way. The boy's body tensed up when he felt that his father hand ran over his right buttock, brushing it. Raising his hand Nicolas's father brought it down on his son's butt. The quiet gasp could be heard as this happened.

“You deserve to be punished, stop crying!” The man smashed his hand against the boy's buttocks after saying every of these words. After only a few of smacks Nicolas had to bite his lip to avoid bawling.

It was sixth and seventh spank that caused him to scream and beg for it to end, sobbing and shaking. Every single muscle in his body tensed up, he was like a fish out of the water, wiggling, fighting for life. But then the spanking continued. Two, three more loud slaps. His father's hand was mercilessly striking down his butt, making the boy feel weak, small and helpless. The torment seemed to last eternally, and it was only getting more painful as if his father was growing stronger with every hit.

“You need to learn some respect!” Another yell escaped the man's throat as he brought his hand down hard, smashing his son's buttocks harder than before. Sure enough, he hadn't spanked Nicolas in about two years, yet he knew that his son was still good to receive a few more slaps.

Ignoring the quiet screams and grunts he heard the man started thinking. Figuring out that teaching Nicolas a lesson won't be easy he continued the simple torture. “So the boy will remember it forever.” He thought. Every time when his hand landed on sensitive, now red covered butt a loud smack could be heard in the room. Grabbing his son's underwear he slid it down his son's legs, completely exposing the suffering buttocks.

“Dad, please!” Nicolas pleaded once more, tears running down his face. “I'm sorry!”

“I bet you are. You will be more than sorry!” The man kept smacking each cheek, seeing more and more white skin turning red.

The poor boy couldn't take it anymore and tried to put his hands on his butt to cover himself and prevent his father from further spanking. He was never spanked this hard and the sting was unbearable. His whole face was wet and covered by tears, he sobbed, hoping that his father's fury will end soon. And so, it happened. After all, the skin on the boy's butt was bright red already. The task was completed.

“I don't want to see any sort of porn in our home. Is that clear?” The man asked. For one moment he was afraid that he crossed the line, hurting his son too much. Ordering Nicolas to stand before him he looked at his son's body. He couldn't help but stare at his son's private parts for a brief second. He was aware that Nicolas was going into the puberty stage and raising him will be now harder in harder and this spanking will be the last one. Soon his son will not be a child anymore, but a little man. Rebellious young man.

“Dad...” Nicolas whispered, looking at the floor, embarrassed, broken.

“Son, I love you. But I can't allow you to destroy your life.” The man stated, looking directly at Nicolas's still crying face. “Please dress up and stay in your room for the rest of afternoon. Your mom will call you for a dinner in a few hours. Also, no more computers, till the end of summer. Is that clear?”

Nodding, Nicolas sniffled and grabbed his underwear. Once his father left the room he rested on the bed, feeling that his eyes were still full of tears. The terrible sensation remained, the lump in his throat was slowly getting smaller, but his butt was still on fire. On the other hand, he wasn't trying to make excuses, he understood why his dad did it. Nicolas knew that watching porn was bad, but he would rather hear this from his father. But the man preferred to act, not to talk. Reaching for his buttocks the boy caressed them with one hand. It hurt so much he could barely stand it. No part of the cheeks was left untouched. Nicolas wasn't even thinking of sitting now and started rubbing himself, hoping that this will make some of the pain go away.

“I wonder if Geoffroy's father ever spanked him.” He thought and closed his eyes. He hoped to get some sleep soon. He was exhausted, feeling weak, knowing that dreams can kill at least a little bit of his reality, which was overwhelming him lately.

The door to his room opened and someone walked inside. Nicolas quickly realized it was his mother. She sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her son's hair. She spoke after a while. And her voice was so soft, as if she was trying to apologize for everything that happened.

“I shouldn't probably tell him...” She admitted, resting her hand on his wet cheek as she heard another quiet whimper escaping his throat. “But I was really shocked, I know I should respect your privacy, but...” The woman paused.

“It's okay, mom.” Nicolas whispered, rolling onto his back and hissed in pain once his burning buttocks were pressed against the bed. “I know I deserved it. I... just wish dad would speak to me instead.”

The woman nodded and looked at her son's red face and kissed him on the forehead, embracing his body. Without a word she reached down to a pocket and handed a small tube to him. It was some sort of cream, Nicolas wasn't using for a while but he knew that it will make him feel better in a few minutes. It worked in the past. Every time when the man was punishing him.

“Will you rub it on your cheeks or do you want me to help you?” The woman asked, her voice soft as always.

She couldn't help but cry a little inside, noticing the pain Nicolas was in. They say that every mother is able to sense if her child isn't feeling alright. It was her duty to come there and comfort her son. What he did was bad, of course, but she quickly realized that this wasn't anything different from what other boys do. She was only afraid to lose her son, knowing that his puberty stage started. In a matter of years, maybe months, Nicolas won't be the same petit boy. She struggled, thinking of the future.

“I will do it myself, mom, thanks. Can you leave, please?” He asked. He didn't want to strip in front of her. He wasn't embarrassed but simply wanted to show that he can take care of himself.

“Yes, Nick. Get some sleep. Remember I will support you, no matter what. Even if you are... “ She paused again as if she was afraid to say that word. “ Homosexual.”

Another tear rolled down his cheek and he nodded, seeing her leaving the room. He couldn't admit that he was gay. It was way too early to confess it, he was confused, not sure what was real. Besides, he knew that deep in her heart his mom hoped that this was just some kind of phase, curiosity phase. “Nobody wants a gay kid, and nobody is happy to have one.” He heard on the TV last week. Back them these words filled him with the hatred. He wouldn't understand why.

Rolling on his side Nicolas dropped his underwear, resting naked from the waist down. His body tensed once more once he touched his burning buttocks. The cream was making him uncomfortable, but the cold sensation was pleasant and causing him to feel an instant relief. In a fact, he enjoyed touching himself and let out a soft moan. His hand was now spreading the substance all over the buttocks, his finger ran through the crack and brushed the sensitive, pink hole. He used his finger to draw the circles around it, imagining that it was Geoffroy being in bed with him right now. Only a few minutes passed, or maybe little over an hour and he was already missing him. He sighed and closed his eyes. Sleep was the thing he really needed now. But the bad Monday was far from being over.