Julian 1 to 3

By YourWetDream

evulmat@gmail.com

Copyright 2025 by YourWetDream, all rights reserved

[9,515 words]´

Fifteen-year-old Julian’s summer takes a mortifying turn when a reckless deal with his troublemaking cousin Justin and cocky younger brother Alex leaves him trapped in a day of relentless humiliation. Julian’s bid to salvage his dignity backfires spectacularly—especially when his two sharp-tongued younger female cousins, Vicky and Anja, arrive. Can he survive the relentless teasing, or will his “little boy” reputation follow him forever?





Part 1

Either she took off Julian’s swimsuit, or he did it himself. He didn’t even remember anymore. It felt like something he had always done, like it was a part of him. But as he got older, it stopped feeling like something normal. It felt like something he had to hide, something he couldn’t let anyone see. And yet, there he was, stripping off his swimsuit on the beach, the sun blazing overhead, the sound of waves crashing in the background, trying to act like it didn’t bother him when everything inside him screamed to get out of there.

Then his brother spoke up, saying he didn’t want to change in front of anyone. Julian thought, Of course not. I didn’t want to either. But instead of letting him be, his parents turned to Julian like he was some kind of perfect example, like he had it all together. They told him that he was older, that he should set the right example. Look at your brother, they said. He looks up to you.

Julian tried to ignore it, but their words felt like they were suffocating him. The salty breeze brushed against his skin, but it didn’t cool the heat rising in his chest. He moved even slower, fumbling with the straps of his swimsuit, trying to stretch out the time, anything to avoid the moment when he would have to stand there, exposed, while his parents kept talking about how brave he was, how mature. The truth was, Julian didn’t feel brave at all. He felt smaller, weaker, and way too aware of every inch of his body as the sand shifted beneath his feet.

And then it happened. As Julian pulled off his swimsuit, his younger brother, Alex—who he had always seen as smaller and less mature—started pulling off his shirt. Julian wasn’t prepared for the shock. Alex’s chest was more defined than his. His arms, his shoulders—they were broader, stronger. Julian felt his face burn hotter than the sun overhead. It wasn’t just that he was embarrassed by the act of changing—it was that his little brother was growing up faster than he was. And Alex was more confident about it.

Julian tried to act normal, like it didn’t matter, but inside, he was a mess. He glanced over at his brother again, and his stomach twisted. Was Alex doing this on purpose? Did he know how much more developed he was? He was younger than Julian, but there he was, standing there with a body that looked more grown-up than his. And his parents, oblivious to his struggle, kept talking about how Julian was setting an example.

“See, look at your brother. He’s not ashamed. He’s confident. That’s the way it should be.”

Julian’s heart dropped. They didn’t know. They couldn’t know.

But then it got worse. His younger cousin, Justin—who had always been a bit of a troublemaker—came running up from the shoreline, his feet kicking up sand, a grin plastered on his face. "Whoa," he said, eyeing Julian up and down. "Did you shrink or something?" He laughed, and for a split second, Julian thought his entire body would disappear into the ocean behind him.

Julian laughed too, but it felt like the most forced sound he’d ever made. It was like the universe had decided to kick him while he was down. He felt the heat rise in his face as Justin circled him, making exaggerated motions as if inspecting him, his eyes running over Julian’s body. “Man, you’re seriously looking like you’re still stuck in middle school or something. Not quite there yet, huh?” His teasing voice rang out, and Julian could hear his parents behind him, still talking about how grown-up he should be, how mature.

Alex stood there, just watching, a small smile tugging at his lips. Was he trying not to laugh? Was he enjoying the fact that Julian was being humiliated? Or did he not even realize how much worse this was making everything for him?

The beach, which had always felt like a place of freedom, now felt suffocating. Julian’s parents kept up their stream of comments. "You’re older now, you shouldn’t be hiding behind your brother. He’s showing you how to be brave." But Julian wasn’t brave. He wasn’t anything close to brave. He was the one who was being torn apart from the inside out. He was the one who couldn’t look in the mirror without feeling disgusted at how behind he was.

As Julian reached for his underwear, his hands trembling, his mom suddenly stepped in. “Here, let me help you,” she said, her voice cheerful, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. Julian froze, his stomach dropping. Before he could protest, she was kneeling in the sand, holding out his underwear like he was a little kid again. “Lift your foot, sweetie,” she instructed, completely unaware of the humiliation burning through him.

Justin burst out laughing. “Oh my god, Julian, does your mom still dress you? What are you, five?” His voice carried across the beach, and Julian wished the sand would swallow him whole. Alex smirked, clearly enjoying the spectacle, while Julian’s dad chimed in, “It’s just faster this way, Julian. Don’t be so sensitive.”

Julian’s face burned as he lifted his foot, his mom tugging the underwear up his legs. He couldn’t even look at her, couldn’t bear to see the casual way she handled this, as if it weren’t stripping away every last shred of his dignity. When she finally stood back, brushing sand off her hands, Julian felt like he’d been reduced to nothing. He was just a kid again, small and helpless, while everyone around him seemed to grow taller, stronger, more confident.

The teasing didn’t stop. Justin made another comment, this time louder, “Are you sure you’re not still wearing kiddie underwear?” He laughed, and it felt like every word cut into Julian like a knife. Alex, standing there with his arms folded, suddenly added, “He’s fine. He’s just... taking longer to grow up, I guess.”

The words stung more than anything. It was the first time Julian had ever felt like his little brother had figured it out, had seen what he was hiding. That he wasn’t as developed as Alex, that he wasn’t as grown-up as he tried to pretend. His parents were still too caught up in their own ideas of what was “right” and “normal.” They didn’t see how the teasing was eating away at him.

Julian just stood there, paralyzed, the waves crashing behind him, wishing he could disappear into the ocean, wishing he could rewind time and never have had to be the example, never have had to let anyone see how deeply embarrassed he was. He felt smaller than he had ever felt before, and the worst part was that he couldn’t even admit it. Because the longer he stood there pretending to be confident, the more obvious it became how much he was lying to himself—and to everyone else.

By the time they got home, Julian was exhausted—not just from the long day at the beach, but from the constant humiliation. Justin was staying overnight, which meant he’d be sharing the room with Julian and Alex. Julian had hoped the teasing would stop once they left the beach, but as they got ready for bed, it became clear that Justin wasn’t done.

Julian stood by his dresser, pulling on his usual sleepwear—a pair of snug boxer briefs. He always slept in just his underwear, but tonight, it felt like the most vulnerable thing in the world. He could feel Justin’s eyes on him as he changed, and the room suddenly felt way too small.

“Man, Julian,” Justin said, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “You weren’t kidding about the shrinkage thing earlier. You sure you’re not still wearing kiddie undies? Like, do they even make those in your size?”

Julian froze, his face heating up. “No,” he muttered, pulling the waistband of his boxer briefs up quickly. “They’re normal. Just... leave me alone, okay?”

But Justin wasn’t about to let it go. He stepped into the room, still grinning, and dropped his bag on the floor. “Come on, don’t be shy. Let’s see ‘em. I mean, if they’re not kiddie undies, what’s the big deal?”

Julian shot him a glare, but Justin just laughed. Alex, who was already lying on his bed scrolling through his phone, glanced up briefly but didn’t say anything. Julian could tell he was trying not to laugh too.

“They’re just boxer briefs,” Julian said defensively, crossing his arms over his chest. “Like, normal ones. For adults.”

Justin raised an eyebrow. “Adults, huh? You sure about that? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure I saw a cartoon character on the waistband earlier.”

Julian’s stomach dropped. He knew Justin was just messing with him, but the comment hit too close to home. His boxer briefs did have a small logo on the waistband—a tiny, childish design he hadn’t even thought about when he bought them. He’d never expected anyone to see it, let alone comment on it.

“They’re not kiddie undies,” Julian repeated, his voice tight. “Just drop it, Justin.”

But Justin wasn’t dropping it. He stepped closer, his grin widening. “Come on, Julian. If they’re not kiddie undies, prove it. Show us the waistband. Unless you’re too embarrassed...”

Julian’s heart was pounding. He didn’t want to give Justin the satisfaction, but he also didn’t want to look like he was hiding something. He hesitated, then tugged the waistband of his boxer briefs up just enough to show the logo. “See? It’s just a brand. Nothing weird about it.”

Justin burst out laughing. “Oh my god, Julian, that’s definitely a kiddie logo. I mean, come on. Who even buys that stuff anymore?”

Alex finally looked up, his smirk matching Justin’s. “Yeah, Julian, I think you might’ve outgrown those. Literally.”

Julian felt like the room was closing in on him. He quickly pulled the waistband back down, his face burning. “They’re comfortable, okay? It’s not a big deal.”

But it was a big deal. To Julian, it felt like the final nail in the coffin of his dignity. He climbed into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin, and turned his back to the room. He could still hear Justin and Alex laughing, their voices low but unmistakable.

“Man, Julian,” Justin said, still chuckling. “You’re like a walking midlife crisis. Late bloomer, kiddie undies... what’s next, a training bra?”

Alex snorted, and Julian felt his stomach twist. He didn’t respond. He just lay there, staring at the wall, wishing he could disappear. The teasing had been bad enough at the beach, but this—this was worse. It was personal. It was relentless.

As the lights went out and the room fell silent, Julian stayed awake, his mind racing. He couldn’t stop thinking about Justin’s words, about the way Alex had laughed, about the stupid logo on his boxer briefs. He felt like he was stuck in some kind of nightmare, one where he was always the punchline, always the one who didn’t measure up.

And the worst part was, he didn’t know how to make it stop.

The room was quiet now, or at least it seemed that way. Julian lay stiffly in his bed, the covers pulled up to his chin, staring at the wall and trying to ignore the occasional muffled snickers from Justin and Alex. He thought maybe, just maybe, they’d finally let it go. But he should’ve known better.

“Hey, Julian,” Justin’s voice cut through the silence, casual but dripping with mischief. “What size are those undies, anyway? You know, just out of curiosity.”

Julian’s stomach dropped. He didn’t answer. He didn’t even move. Maybe if he pretended to be asleep, they’d leave him alone.

But Justin wasn’t having it. “Come on, man. Don’t be shy. You said they’re normal, right? So what’s the size? Small? Extra small? Toddler?”

Alex snorted, and Julian could hear the bed creak as Justin sat up. “Yeah, Julian,” Alex chimed in, his tone teasing. “We’re just curious. You’re not hiding anything, are you?”

Julian clenched his teeth. “They’re fine,” he muttered into his pillow. “Just drop it.”

But Justin and Alex weren’t about to drop it. Julian heard the sound of feet hitting the floor, and before he could react, Alex was on him. He jumped onto Julian’s bed, pinning him down with his weight. Julian struggled, but Alex was stronger—way stronger.

“Get off me!” Julian hissed, his voice muffled by the pillow. But Alex just laughed.

“Relax, Julian,” Alex said, his tone light but firm. “We’re just having a little fun.”

Before Julian could protest further, Justin was there too. He grabbed the waistband of Julian’s boxer briefs and yanked hard, giving him a wedgie that made Julian yelp. “Let’s see what we’ve got here,” Justin said, his voice full of glee.

Julian squirmed, his face burning with humiliation, but Alex held him down easily. Justin leaned in, squinting at the label inside the waistband. “Oh man,” Justin said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “This is gold. It says ‘for 12 years old.’ Julian, you’re wearing kids’ underwear!”

Alex burst out laughing, his grip on Julian loosening just enough for Julian to wriggle free. He yanked his boxer briefs back into place and scrambled to the far side of the bed, his face on fire. “They’re just... they’re comfortable, okay?” he stammered, his voice cracking. “It’s not a big deal!”

But it was a big deal. Justin and Alex were practically rolling on the floor laughing now. “Dude, you’re, like, what, fifteen?” Justin said between gasps. “And you’re wearing undies for a twelve-year-old? That’s hilarious.”

Alex wiped tears from his eyes, still laughing. “I can’t believe it. Julian, you’re such a dork.”

Julian didn’t know what to say. He just sat there, his arms wrapped around his knees, wishing he could disappear. He’d never felt so humiliated in his life. And the worst part was, he couldn’t even argue. The label was right there, plain as day: for 12 years old.

Justin, still grinning, pulled out his phone. “I’m texting this to everyone. This is too good not to share.”

“No!” Julian lunged for the phone, but Alex grabbed him and held him back. “Don’t you dare, Justin!”

Justin just laughed, holding the phone out of reach. “Relax, Julian. I’m just messing with you. But seriously, man, you’ve got to upgrade your wardrobe. This is sad.”

Julian slumped back onto the bed, defeated. He didn’t even bother trying to defend himself anymore. What was the point? Justin and Alex had won. They’d stripped him of every last shred of dignity, and there was nothing he could do about it.

As the laughter finally died down and the room grew quiet again, Julian lay there, staring at the ceiling. He could hear Justin and Alex whispering to each other, probably coming up with more ways to torment him. But Julian didn’t care anymore. He just wanted the night to be over.

And as he drifted off to sleep, one thought kept echoing in his mind: Tomorrow can’t possibly be worse than today.





Part 2





The next morning, Julian was still deep in sleep when the chaos began. Justin and Alex, both early risers, were already up and bouncing off the walls. They were loud—laughing, joking, and throwing pillows at each other—but Julian, exhausted from the night before, didn’t stir. He was sprawled on his back, one arm dangling off the side of the bed, completely oblivious to the world.

That’s when Justin got an idea.

“Hey, Alex,” Justin whispered, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Check this out.”

Alex followed Justin’s gaze to Julian, still sound asleep, and immediately understood. They crept over to Julian’s bed, their laughter barely contained. In one swift motion, Justin yanked the covers off Julian, exposing him to the cool morning air.

Julian groaned, half-asleep, and rolled onto his side, but Justin and Alex weren’t done. They grabbed his shoulders and flipped him onto his back again, laughing as Julian mumbled something incoherent.

“Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty,” Justin said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Time to face the day.”

Julian blinked groggily, his brain struggling to catch up with what was happening. He squinted up at Justin and Alex, who were now standing over him, grinning like idiots. “What... what do you want?” he muttered, his voice thick with sleep.

Justin’s eyes dropped to Julian’s boxer briefs, and his grin widened. “Well, well, well,” he said, his tone teasing. “Looks like someone’s still fitting into those kiddie undies. And, uh... wow. Morning wood? More like morning twig.”

Julian’s eyes flew open, and he looked down in horror. Sure enough, his body had betrayed him in the worst possible way—but it wasn’t just the fact that he was exposed. It was the size. Or rather, the lack of it. Justin was right. It was embarrassingly small, and the snug fit of his boxer briefs only made it more obvious.

“Shut up!” Julian snapped, his face burning as he quickly rolled onto his stomach to hide himself.

But Justin and Alex were already laughing hysterically. “Oh man, Julian,” Justin said, clutching his sides. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you just keep outdoing yourself.”

Alex was laughing so hard he had to sit down on the edge of the bed. “Dude, how is that even possible? Aren’t those undies, like, two sizes too small? And yet... there’s still room to spare.”

Julian buried his face in his pillow, wishing he could disappear. “Leave me alone,” he mumbled, his voice muffled. “It’s not funny.”

But it was funny—at least to Justin and Alex. They kept laughing, their voices echoing through the room as Julian lay there, mortified. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

Finally, Justin clapped a hand on Julian’s shoulder, still chuckling. “Relax, Julian. We’re just messing with you. But seriously, man, you’ve got to get some new undies. And maybe, uh... work on your confidence. Or something.”

Julian didn’t respond. He just lay there, his face buried in the pillow, until Justin and Alex finally left the room, still laughing. When he was sure they were gone, he sat up and glanced down at himself, his cheeks burning. Justin was right—his boxer briefs were too small, and his morning wood... well, it wasn’t exactly something to brag about. He’d never really thought about it before, but now it was painfully obvious.

With a sigh, Julian got up and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day. As he stood in front of the mirror, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of self-consciousness. He was older than Justin and Alex, but in so many ways, he felt like the kid. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to catch up.





After the morning’s humiliation, Julian was determined to avoid any further embarrassment. He grabbed his towel and headed to the bathroom for a shower, hoping the warm water would wash away some of his stress. But as he stood under the stream, his mind kept replaying Justin’s mocking comments. He couldn’t take much more of this.

When he finished his shower, Julian realized he’d made a critical mistake. He’d forgotten to bring his clothes with him. He groaned, wrapping the towel tightly around his waist, and peeked out the bathroom door. The hallway was empty, so he made a quick dash back to his room, hoping Justin and Alex wouldn’t notice.

No such luck.

As soon as he opened the door, Justin and Alex looked up from their phones, their eyes lighting up with mischief. “Well, well,” Justin said, grinning. “Look who’s back. And in nothing but a towel. What’s the matter, Julian? Forget your clothes?”

Julian’s face turned red as he hurried to his dresser. “Shut up,” he muttered, pulling open drawers and searching for something—anything—to wear.

But Justin wasn’t done. “You know, Julian,” he said, leaning back on the bed, “you’ve got to admit, you’re kind of an easy target. I mean, between the kiddie undies and the whole... twig situation, it’s like you’re begging us to tease you.”

Alex snickered, and Julian felt his patience snap. He slammed the drawer shut and turned to face them, his fists clenched. “What do you want from me, huh? What can I do to make you stop?”

Justin raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Oh, so you’re offering a deal? Interesting.”

Julian hesitated, realizing he might have just walked into a trap. But he was desperate. “Yeah,” he said, his voice shaky. “A deal. If there’s something I can do to make you stop teasing me, just tell me. I’ll do it.”

Justin’s grin widened, and he exchanged a look with Alex. “Alright,” he said, standing up and walking over to Julian’s dresser. “Let’s see what we’ve got here.”

He yanked open the drawer where Julian kept his underwear and started rummaging through it. Julian’s stomach dropped as Justin pulled out a pair of white briefs with a little excavator print on the waistband. They were the most childish pair Julian owned—a relic from years ago that he’d forgotten to throw out.

“Oh, this is perfect,” Justin said, holding up the briefs like a trophy. “Here’s the deal, Julian. You wear these bad boys all day today. And I mean all day. No pants, no shirt, just these undies. If you can make it through the day without chickening out, I’ll stop teasing you about your... situation. And for the whole day, I won’t make a single comment. But if you back out, or if anyone else finds out about the deal, then Alex and I get to comment on your little boy parts as much as we want. Forever.”

Julian stared at the excavator briefs, his heart sinking. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said weakly.

Justin shrugged. “Take it or leave it. But if you say no, the teasing continues. Your call.”

Julian glanced at Alex, who was trying—and failing—to hide his laughter. He knew this was a terrible idea, but what choice did he have? If he didn’t agree, Justin would never let him live this down. And if he did agree... well, at least there was a chance the teasing would stop.

“Fine,” Julian said through gritted teeth. “I’ll do it.”

Justin’s grin turned triumphant. “Great. Put ‘em on.”

Julian hesitated, then snatched the briefs from Justin’s hand. “Turn around,” he said, his face burning.

Justin and Alex exchanged a look but obliged, turning their backs to Julian. He quickly dropped the towel and pulled on the excavator briefs, cringing at how childish they looked—and felt. When he was done, he cleared his throat, and Justin and Alex turned back around.

Justin burst out laughing. “Oh man, Julian. You look like a kindergartener. This is amazing.”

Alex was laughing too, but Julian held up a hand. “No comments,” he said firmly. “That’s the deal.”

Justin held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. No comments. But seriously, good luck with this. You’re gonna need it.”

Julian took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He had no idea how he was going to survive the day like this, but he had no choice. It was either this or endure endless teasing. And right now, the briefs seemed like the lesser of two evils.

Julian was standing in the middle of the room, trying to figure out how to survive the day in nothing but his excavator briefs, when his mom’s voice echoed up the stairs. “Boys! Breakfast is ready! Come down before it gets cold!”

Justin and Alex immediately started laughing again. “Oh man,” Justin said, wiping tears from his eyes. “This is gonna be good. Good luck, Julian.”

Julian’s stomach dropped. He hadn’t thought this far ahead. How was he supposed to go downstairs like this? His mom would freak out. His dad would probably laugh. And Justin and Alex... well, they’d definitely make things worse.

“I can’t go down like this,” Julian whispered, panic rising in his chest. “My mom will kill me.”

Justin shrugged, still grinning. “Not my problem. You agreed to the deal. No pants, no shirt, just the undies. And remember—if anyone finds out about the deal, it’s over. You lose.”

Julian glared at him but knew he was trapped. He took a deep breath and tried to think of a way out, but his mom called again, her voice sharper this time. “Julian! Justin! Alex! I’m not calling you again!”

“Better hurry,” Alex said, smirking. “You don’t want to keep your mom waiting.”

Julian groaned and reluctantly headed for the door. He paused for a moment, trying to summon every ounce of courage he had, then stepped out into the hallway. The cold air hit his skin, and he shivered, feeling more exposed than ever. He could hear Justin and Alex following behind him, their laughter barely contained.

As they reached the top of the stairs, Julian hesitated. His mom was in the kitchen, just around the corner. He could hear the clatter of plates and the smell of bacon wafting up the stairs. His stomach growled, but his pride—or what was left of it—was screaming at him to turn back.

“Go on,” Justin whispered, giving him a little push. “Don’t chicken out now.”

Julian shot him a glare but took a deep breath and started down the stairs. Each step felt like a mile, and by the time he reached the bottom, his heart was pounding. He rounded the corner into the kitchen, where his mom was setting plates on the table.

“Finally,” she said without looking up. “I was starting to think I’d have to—” She stopped mid-sentence as she turned and saw Julian standing there in nothing but his excavator briefs. Her eyes widened, and she blinked, as if trying to process what she was seeing.

Julian was standing in the middle of the kitchen, frozen in place, as his mom stared at him in disbelief. “Julian,” she said slowly, her voice a mix of confusion and concern. “Why are you... dressed like that?”

Julian’s face turned bright red, and he opened his mouth to explain, but no words came out. Behind him, Justin and Alex were trying—and failing—to stifle their laughter.

“Uh...” Julian stammered, his mind racing. “I, um... I spilled something on my clothes. So I had to... change.”

His mom raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “And you couldn’t find anything else to wear? What about a shirt? Or pants?”

Julian glanced back at Justin and Alex, who were now leaning against the doorway, their faces red from trying not to laugh. He knew he couldn’t tell the truth—that would mean losing the deal—so he just shrugged and said, “I, uh... couldn’t find anything clean.”

His mom sighed, shaking her head. “Julian, you’re fifteen years old. You can’t just walk around the house in your underwear. Go put something on.”

Julian hesitated, unsure what to do. If he went back upstairs to get dressed, he’d be breaking the deal. But if he stayed like this, his mom would keep asking questions. He was trapped.

Just as he was about to give in and head upstairs, his dad walked into the kitchen, holding a newspaper. He took one look at Julian and burst out laughing.

“Well, this is a new look,” he said, grinning. “What’s the occasion, Julian? Trying to start a new fashion trend?”

Julian’s face burned, and he wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole. “It’s... a long story,” he muttered.

His dad chuckled and sat down at the table, still shaking his head. “Well, as long as you’re comfortable, I guess.”

Julian’s mom sighed again and gestured toward the stairs. “Julian, go put some clothes on. Now.”

Julian hesitated, then glanced at Justin, who gave him a subtle shake of his head. If Julian went upstairs to get dressed, he’d lose the deal. But if he stayed like this, his mom would keep pushing. He was stuck.

Before Julian could make a decision, his dad spoke up. “Oh, come on, Lisa,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “Leave the kid alone. He’s still just a boy. Let him run around in his underwear if he wants to. It’s not a big deal.”

Julian’s eyes widened in horror. Still just a boy? That was the last thing he wanted to hear. His face turned an even deeper shade of red as Justin and Alex burst out laughing behind him.

“Dad,” Julian said weakly, “I’m not a little kid anymore.”

His dad shrugged, still grinning. “Could’ve fooled me, especially in those undies. What are those, excavators? Cute.”

Justin and Alex were practically doubled over now, and Julian wanted to disappear. His mom, however, didn’t seem convinced. “He’s fifteen, Tom,” she said, crossing her arms. “He can’t just walk around like that.”

“Why not?” his dad replied, leaning back in his chair. “He’s not hurting anyone. Besides, he’s starving. Look at him—he’s practically skin and bones. Let the kid eat.”

Julian’s mom sighed, clearly outnumbered. “Fine,” she said, throwing her hands up. “But after breakfast, he’s putting on some clothes. Understood?”

Julian nodded quickly, relieved that the conversation was over—for now. “Understood.”

His dad grinned and gestured to the table. “Sit down, Julian. Dig in. You’ve earned it.”

Julian hesitated, then slowly walked over to the table and sat down, trying to ignore the way his excavator briefs clung to him. Justin and Alex followed, still snickering, and took their seats across from him.

As Julian reached for a piece of toast, his dad leaned over and whispered, “By the way, Julian, if you’re looking for a career change, I hear construction workers make good money. Just saying.”

Justin and Alex burst out laughing again, and Julian groaned, burying his face in his hands.

After breakfast, Julian’s mom finally put her foot down. “Julian,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument, “go upstairs and put some clothes on. Grandma will be here any minute, and I don’t want her seeing you like... that.”

Julian opened his mouth to protest, but his mom cut him off. “No excuses. Go. Now.”

Reluctantly, Julian pushed his chair back and stood up, feeling everyone’s eyes on him as he walked out of the kitchen. Justin and Alex were smirking, and his dad was still chuckling to himself. Julian’s face burned as he trudged up the stairs, the sound of laughter following him.

When he reached his room, he closed the door behind him and flopped down on his bed. He had no intention of putting on clothes—doing so would mean breaking the deal with Justin and Alex, and he wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction. But he also didn’t want to face his grandma—or anyone else, for that matter—in nothing but his excavator briefs.

So he decided to stay put. He grabbed his PlayStation controller and turned on his console, hoping to distract himself from the chaos downstairs. As the game loaded, he could hear the faint sound of voices drifting up from the living room. Grandma had arrived.

A few minutes later, the voices grew louder, and Julian realized with a sinking feeling that Grandma hadn’t come alone. He could hear two more voices—high-pitched and giggly—and his stomach dropped. Vicky and Anja, his cousins, were here too.

Julian groaned and buried his face in his pillow. This day couldn’t possibly get any worse.

Downstairs, Justin and Alex were clearly enjoying the situation. “Hey, Julian!” Justin called up the stairs, his voice dripping with fake innocence. “Grandma’s here! And she brought Vicky and Anja! Don’t you want to come say hi?”

Julian didn’t respond. He just lay there, staring at the screen, trying to ignore the growing knot of dread in his stomach.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on his door. “Julian?” It was his mom. “Why aren’t you dressed? Grandma and the girls are here. Come downstairs.”

Julian hesitated, then called back, “I’m not feeling well. I think I’ll just stay up here.”

There was a pause, and then his mom said, “Julian, don’t be ridiculous. You were fine five minutes ago. Get dressed and come down.”

Julian groaned and rolled over, pulling the covers up to his chin. “I’m really tired, Mom. Can’t I just stay here?”

Another pause, and then his mom sighed. “Fine. But don’t think this gets you out of family time. You’re coming down eventually.”

Julian didn’t respond. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling, wondering how he’d gotten himself into this mess.

Downstairs, Justin and Alex were clearly enjoying themselves. “Julian’s being weird,” Justin said, loud enough for Julian to hear. “He’s up there playing video games in his underwear. It’s kind of sad, really.”

Vicky and Anja giggled, and Julian’s face burned. He could just imagine them laughing at him, picturing him sitting there in his childish briefs. He pulled the covers over his head, wishing he could disappear.

Julian was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, when he heard the soft creak of his door opening. He froze, hoping it was just his imagination, but then Grandma’s voice broke the silence.

“Julian, sweetheart,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. “You can’t hide up here all day. Come downstairs and join the family.”

Julian sat up quickly, pulling the covers over himself. “Grandma, I’m fine,” he said, his voice strained. “I’m just... not feeling well.”

Grandma stepped into the room, her hands on her hips. “Nonsense. You were fine this morning. Now, come on. Your cousins are here, and they’d love to see you.”

Julian’s stomach dropped. “Grandma, I really can’t—”

But before he could finish, Grandma walked over to his bed and grabbed his hand. “Up you go,” she said, pulling him to his feet. Julian stumbled, trying to keep the covers wrapped around him, but Grandma was surprisingly strong for her age.

“Grandma, wait—” Julian protested, but she was already leading him toward the door.

“No more excuses,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re coming downstairs, and that’s final.”

Julian’s heart raced as he realized what was about to happen. He was still wearing nothing but his excavator briefs, and Grandma was about to parade him in front of the entire family—including Vicky and Anja. He tried to pull away, but Grandma’s grip was firm.

“Grandma, please,” he whispered, his face burning. “I’m not dressed.”

Grandma glanced at him, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Oh, don’t be silly, Julian. You’re fine. Besides, it’s just family.”

Julian wanted to argue, but it was too late. Grandma was already leading him down the stairs, her hand firmly clasped around his. He could hear the sound of laughter and conversation growing louder as they approached the living room, and his stomach churned.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, everyone turned to look at them. Julian’s mom and dad were sitting on the couch, while Justin, Alex, Vicky, and Anja were gathered around the coffee table. The room fell silent as they took in the sight of Julian being led in by Grandma, wearing nothing but his excavator briefs.

For a moment, no one said anything. Then Justin burst out laughing. “Oh my god, Julian,” he said, clutching his sides. “This is amazing.”

Alex was laughing too, and even Vicky and Anja were trying—and failing—to hide their giggles. Julian’s face burned as he stood there, frozen in place, wishing he could disappear.

“Julian,” his mom said, her voice a mix of disbelief and exasperation. “Why aren’t you dressed?”

Julian opened his mouth to explain, but no words came out. Grandma, however, was unfazed. “Oh, leave him alone,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “He’s just a boy. There’s no harm in it.”

Julian’s dad chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t know, Mom. He’s looking more like a construction worker than a boy.”

Justin and Alex burst out laughing again, and Julian felt his face turn an even deeper shade of red. Vicky and Anja were whispering to each other, their eyes darting toward Julian, and he wanted to sink into the floor.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Julian’s mom said, standing up. “Julian, go put some clothes on. Now.”

Julian hesitated, then glanced at Justin, who gave him a subtle shake of his head. If Julian went upstairs to get dressed, he’d lose the deal. But if he stayed like this, the teasing would only get worse.

Before Julian could make a decision, Grandma spoke up again. “Oh, let him be,” she said, patting Julian on the shoulder. “He’s fine. Now, Julian, why don’t you sit down and join us?”

Julian hesitated, then slowly walked over to the couch and sat down, trying to ignore the way everyone was staring at him. Justin and Alex were still laughing, and Vicky and Anja were whispering to each other, their eyes darting toward Julian every few seconds.

As the conversation resumed, Julian sat there, his face burning, wishing he could disappear. This was, without a doubt, the most humiliating day of his life.

Julian sat stiffly on the couch, trying to make himself as small as possible, but Grandma wasn’t having it. She kept treating him like he was still a little kid, sending him on errands around the room as if he weren’t sitting there in nothing but his excavator briefs.

“Julian, sweetheart,” Grandma said, patting his arm. “Be a dear and fetch me another slice of cake, would you?”

Julian’s face burned as he stood up, feeling everyone’s eyes on him as he walked to the kitchen. Vicky and Anja were giggling behind their hands, and Justin and Alex were smirking like they’d just won the lottery.

“Julian,” Grandma called again as he returned with the cake. “Could you get me some more sugar for my coffee? You’re such a helpful boy.”

Julian gritted his teeth and nodded, walking back to the kitchen. Each trip felt like a mile, and the giggles from his cousins only made it worse. By the time he sat back down, his face was so red it looked like he’d been sunburned.

Grandma, oblivious to his discomfort, smiled warmly at him. “You’re such a good boy, Julian. Always so helpful.”

Julian forced a weak smile, wishing he could disappear. But Grandma wasn’t done. She turned to Vicky and Anja, who were still giggling, and said, “Now, girls, there’s no need to laugh. It’s perfectly normal for little boys to run around like this. In fact, I think it’s wonderful that Julian is still so comfortable being himself. Not every boy his age is allowed to enjoy that kind of freedom.”

Julian’s stomach dropped. Little boys? Freedom? This was a nightmare. He glanced at Justin and Alex, who were now openly laughing, and felt his face burn even hotter.

Vicky and Anja tried to stifle their giggles, but it was no use. “Sorry, Grandma,” Vicky said, her voice shaking with laughter. “It’s just... kind of funny.”

Grandma waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, nonsense. Julian’s just a boy. There’s nothing funny about that.”

Julian wanted to argue, but before he could say anything, Justin leaned over and whispered something to Alex. Julian’s heart sank. Whatever Justin was planning, it couldn’t be good.

Sure enough, Alex nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He turned to Grandma and said, “You’re right, Grandma. It’s really good that Julian can still walk around like that. I mean, I wish I could, but...” He trailed off, shaking his head sadly. “I’m just too grown up now, you know? Down there, I mean. It’s not really... appropriate anymore.”

The room erupted in laughter. Vicky and Anja were practically crying, Justin was doubled over, and even Julian’s dad was chuckling into his coffee. Julian’s mom looked like she didn’t know whether to laugh or scold Alex, and Grandma just smiled, completely missing the subtext.

“Well, that’s very mature of you, Alex,” Grandma said, patting his hand. “But there’s no shame in being a little boy, Julian. You enjoy it while you can.”

Julian buried his face in his hands, wishing he could disappear. This was, without a doubt, the most humiliating day of his life. And it wasn’t over yet.













Part 3



After what felt like an eternity of humiliation in the living room, Julian’s dad finally stood up and clapped his hands. “Alright, everyone, let’s move this party outside! It’s a beautiful day, and I’ve got the grill fired up. Time for some BBQ!”

Julian’s heart sank. Outside? In the garden? Where the neighbors could see him? This day was officially a nightmare.

As everyone started filing out the back door, Julian hesitated, hoping he could slip away unnoticed. But Grandma had other plans. “Come along, Julian,” she said, taking his hand again. “You can help your father with the grill.”

Julian groaned inwardly but didn’t argue. He knew there was no escaping Grandma’s iron grip. As they stepped outside, the warm sun hit his skin, and he immediately felt even more exposed. The garden was wide open, with no walls to hide behind, and the neighbors’ houses loomed ominously close.

Justin and Alex were already outside, tossing a football back and forth and laughing about something—probably Julian. Vicky and Anja were sitting at the patio table, sipping lemonade and whispering to each other, their eyes darting toward Julian every few seconds.

Julian’s dad was at the grill, flipping burgers and whistling to himself. He glanced over as Julian approached and grinned. “Hey, Julian. You’re on drink duty. Make sure everyone’s glasses are full.”

Julian nodded weakly and headed over to the cooler, where the drinks were stored. As he bent down to grab a bottle of soda, he heard Justin call out, “Hey, Julian! Nice undies! You sure you don’t want to borrow a pair of mine? They might be a little big for you, though.”

Alex burst out laughing, and even Vicky and Anja couldn’t hold back their giggles. Julian’s face burned as he straightened up, clutching the drinks tightly.

Grandma, ever the oblivious peacemaker, chimed in. “Now, Justin, there’s no need to tease. Julian’s just a boy. Let him be.”

Julian wanted to scream. Just a boy? He was fifteen, for crying out loud! But before he could say anything, Justin whispered something to Alex, and the two of them started laughing again.

As Julian made his way around the table, refilling everyone’s glasses, he could feel their eyes on him. Vicky and Anja were still giggling, and Justin and Alex were making exaggerated comments about his “construction worker chic” look. Even his dad was chuckling as he flipped burgers.

Julian’s mom, sensing his discomfort, finally spoke up. “Julian, why don’t you go inside and put some clothes on? You’ve been out here long enough.”

Julian hesitated, glancing at Justin, who gave him a subtle shake of his head. If Julian went inside to get dressed, he’d lose the deal. But if he stayed out here, the teasing would only get worse.

Before Julian could make a decision, Grandma intervened again. “Oh, leave him be,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “He’s fine. Besides, it’s just family.”

Julian’s mom sighed but didn’t argue. Julian sat down at the table, trying to ignore the way everyone was staring at him. He focused on his plate, shoving a burger into his mouth to avoid having to talk.

But Justin and Alex weren’t about to let him off the hook. “Hey, Julian,” Justin said, his tone dripping with fake innocence. “You know, if you’re cold, I’ve got a blanket you can borrow. It’s got dinosaurs on it, though. Hope that’s not too childish for you.”

Alex burst out laughing, and even Vicky and Anja couldn’t hold back their giggles. Julian’s face burned as he stared down at his plate, wishing he could disappear.

Grandma, still oblivious to the teasing, smiled warmly at Julian. “You’re such a good boy, Julian. Always so helpful.”

Julian forced a weak smile, but inside, he was screaming.

As the BBQ continued, Julian’s mom glanced over at him, her brow furrowed with concern. “Julian,” she said, her tone a mix of exasperation and maternal worry, “if you’re going to stay out here like... that, at least put on some sunscreen. You don’t want to get burned.”

Julian’s stomach dropped. Sunscreen? That meant someone would have to help him apply it, and there was no way he was letting Justin or Alex anywhere near him with a bottle of lotion. “I’m fine, Mom,” he muttered, avoiding eye contact.

But his mom wasn’t having it. “Julian, you’re practically glowing red already. You’re going to regret it tomorrow if you don’t put on sunscreen. Here,” she said, grabbing a bottle from the patio table and holding it out to him. “Put this on.”

Julian hesitated, then reluctantly took the bottle. He glanced around the table, feeling everyone’s eyes on him. Justin and Alex were smirking, clearly enjoying his discomfort, and Vicky and Anja were whispering to each other, their eyes darting toward him.

“I, uh... I’ll do it later,” Julian said, setting the bottle down on the table.

His mom raised an eyebrow. “Julian, don’t be silly. You’ll forget. Do it now.”

Julian groaned inwardly but knew there was no escaping this. He picked up the bottle again and squeezed some lotion into his hand, then awkwardly started rubbing it onto his arms. He could feel everyone watching him, and his face burned with embarrassment.

Justin, of course, couldn’t resist commenting. “Need any help with that, Julian?” he asked, his tone dripping with fake concern. “I mean, you might miss a spot. Wouldn’t want you to get burned.”

Alex burst out laughing, and even Vicky and Anja giggled. Julian’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as he glared at Justin. “I’ve got it,” he muttered.

But his mom wasn’t convinced. “Julian, you’re not doing a very good job. Here, let me help you.”

Julian’s eyes widened in horror. “No, Mom, I’m fine—”

But it was too late. His mom had already grabbed the bottle and was squeezing more lotion into her hand. “Turn around,” she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Julian was already mortified as his mom rubbed sunscreen onto his back, but things were about to get much, much worse. As she finished applying lotion to his shoulders, she paused and glanced down at his excavator briefs.

“Julian,” she said, her tone practical but utterly oblivious to his humiliation, “I need to make sure you’re protected everywhere. ”

Julian’s eyes widened in horror. “Mom, no—I’m fine, really—”

But before he could protest further, his mom reached down and gave the waistband of his briefs a quick tug, snapping them up into a wedgie. Julian yelped, his face turning beet red as he stumbled forward.

“There,” his mom said, completely unfazed. “Now I can make sure your lower back is covered too. Can’t have you getting sunburned there.”

The table erupted in laughter. Justin and Alex were practically rolling on the ground, clutching their sides, while Vicky and Anja were giggling uncontrollably. Even Julian’s dad was chuckling into his burger.

“Mom!” Julian hissed, his voice a mix of outrage and desperation. He reached back to adjust his briefs, but his mom swatted his hand away.

“Hold still, Julian,” she said, squeezing more sunscreen onto her hands. “This will only take a second.”

Julian stood there, frozen in place, as his mom rubbed sunscreen onto his lower back. He could feel the cool lotion on his skin, but it was nothing compared to the burning heat of embarrassment spreading through his entire body. Justin and Alex were howling with laughter, and Vicky and Anja were whispering to each other, their eyes darting toward Julian every few seconds.

“Alright,” his mom said when she was done. “Now do your legs.”

Julian groaned but knew there was no escaping this. He squeezed more lotion into his hand and started rubbing it onto his legs, trying to ignore the way everyone was staring at him.

Justin, of course, couldn’t resist making another comment. “You know, Julian,” he said, his tone teasing, “if you need help with that, I’m sure Vicky and Anja would be happy to lend a hand.”

Vicky and Anja burst out laughing, and Julian’s face burned even hotter. “Shut up, Justin,” he muttered, glaring at him.

But Justin wasn’t done. “I’m just saying, Julian. You might need some extra help. You know, since you’re so... delicate.”

Alex burst out laughing, and even Julian’s dad chuckled. Julian’s mom, however, wasn’t amused. “That’s enough, Justin,” she said, her tone sharp. “Leave your cousin alone.”

Justin held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I’m just messing with him.”

Julian had been pushed to his limit. The teasing, the sunscreen, the wedgie—it was all too much. As he sat at the table, his face burning with humiliation, he felt something inside him snap.

“You know what?” Julian said, his voice trembling with anger. “I’m sick of this. I’m sick of all of you!”

The table fell silent, everyone turning to look at him. Julian’s mom raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by his outburst. “Julian, what’s gotten into you?”

“What’s gotten into me?” Julian shot back, his voice rising. “How about what’s gotten into you? You’re all treating me like I’m some kind of joke! I’m not a little kid anymore, and I’m tired of being treated like one!”

Justin and Alex exchanged a look, clearly enjoying the show, but Julian wasn’t done. He turned to his mom, his eyes blazing. “And you! You’re the worst! You’re always embarrassing me in front of everyone, like I’m some kind of baby! I’m not a baby, Mom!”

Julian’s mom stared at him, her expression a mix of shock and anger. “Julian, that’s enough. You do not speak to me that way.”

But Julian wasn’t backing down. “Why not? You don’t care how I feel! You just keep humiliating me, and you don’t even care!”

Grandma, who had been quietly observing the scene, finally spoke up. “Julian Michael, you stop that right now!”

Julian turned to her, his face red with anger. “Oh, what are you gonna do, Grandma? Spank me? Go ahead! It’s not like this day could get any worse!”

The table fell silent, the weight of Julian’s words hanging in the air. Grandma stood up, her expression stern. “Don’t you dare talk back to me, young man. If you don’t stop this nonsense right now, I’ll take you over my knee and give you the spanking you clearly deserve.”

Julian’s bravado faltered under Grandma’s stern gaze. He hesitated, his defiance crumbling as he realized he’d gone too far. “I... I didn’t mean—”

“Yes, you did,” Grandma interrupted, her voice sharp. “And if you don’t apologize right now, you’ll regret it.”

Julian glanced around the table, his face burning with embarrassment. Justin and Alex were smirking, clearly enjoying his humiliation, and Vicky and Anja were whispering to each other, their eyes darting toward him.

“Fine,” Julian muttered, slumping back into his chair. “Sorry.”

Grandma nodded, satisfied but still clearly annoyed. “Good. Now, let’s all try to get along, shall we? Family is family, and we don’t treat each other this way.”

The table nodded in agreement, but the mood was still tense. Julian picked at his food, his appetite gone. This day had started out bad and just kept getting worse.

The tension at the table was thick as everyone picked at their food, the earlier laughter replaced by an uncomfortable silence. Julian sat stiffly in his chair, his face still burning from his outburst. He couldn’t even bring himself to eat, his appetite completely gone.

Grandma, however, wasn’t done. She set her fork down and looked around the table, her expression thoughtful. “You know,” she said, her voice calm but firm, “I think the problem here is that you’re all being too easy on Julian.”

Julian’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What?”

Grandma ignored him and continued, addressing Julian’s parents. “He’s acting like a brat because he’s been allowed to get away with it. Back in my day, a boy his age wouldn’t dare talk back to his elders. If he did, he’d get a good spanking, and that would be the end of it.”

Justin and Alex exchanged a look, their smirks growing wider. Vicky and Anja were trying—and failing—to hide their giggles, while Julian’s mom and dad looked thoughtful, as if they were actually considering Grandma’s words.

Julian’s stomach dropped. “Grandma, come on,” he said, his voice pleading. “I said I was sorry. Can we just drop it?”

But Grandma wasn’t having it. “No, Julian, we can’t just drop it. You’ve been disrespectful all day, and it’s time you learned some manners.”

Julian’s face burned as he glanced around the table, hoping someone would come to his defense. But no one did. Even his mom and dad were nodding along with Grandma, as if they agreed with her.

“Julian,” Grandma said, her tone softening slightly, “you need to eat something. You’re going to make yourself sick if you don’t.”

Julian shook his head, his appetite completely gone. “I’m not hungry.”

Grandma sighed and reached over to pat his hand. “Come on, sweetheart. Just a few bites. For me?”

Julian’s patience snapped. “I said I’m not hungry!” he shouted, slamming his hands down on the table. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

The table fell silent, everyone staring at Julian in shock. Even Justin and Alex looked surprised by his outburst.

Grandma’s expression hardened, and she stood up, her chair scraping against the patio tiles. “That’s it,” she said, her voice sharp. “I’ve had enough of your disrespect, young man. It’s time you learned some manners.”

Julian’s eyes widened in horror as Grandma walked around the table toward him. “Grandma, no—” he started, but she cut him off.

“Don’t you ‘Grandma, no’ me,” she said, grabbing his arm and pulling him to his feet. “You’ve been acting like a spoiled brat all day, and it’s time you faced the consequences.”

Julian’s face burned as he realized what was about to happen. “Grandma, please,” he begged, his voice shaking. “Not in front of everyone—”

But Grandma wasn’t listening. She sat down on one of the patio chairs and pulled Julian over her knee, ignoring his protests. “If you didn’t want this to happen in front of everyone, you shouldn’t have acted up in front of everyone,” she said firmly.

Julian’s heart raced as he felt Grandma’s hand on his back, holding him in place. He could hear Justin and Alex laughing, and Vicky and Anja whispering to each other, their eyes wide with shock.

“Grandma, please,” Julian begged, his voice desperate. “Not in front of the girls—”

But before he could finish, Grandma yanked his excavator briefs down to his ankles, exposing him to the entire table. Julian’s face burned with humiliation as he realized there was no escaping this.

“This is for your own good, Julian,” Grandma said, her voice calm but firm. And with that, she brought her hand down with a sharp smack.

Julian yelped, his face burning with embarrassment as much as the sting of the spanking. Grandma’s hand came down again and again, each smack echoing across the patio. Justin and Alex were laughing hysterically, and even Vicky and Anja were giggling behind their hands.

Julian’s mom and dad sat there, their expressions a mix of discomfort and resignation, as if they knew this was coming but didn’t want to intervene.

By the time Grandma was done, Julian’s face was bright red, and he was fighting back tears of humiliation. Grandma helped him to his feet and pulled his briefs back up, her expression softening slightly.

“There,” she said, patting his arm. “Now, let’s see if that helps you remember your manners.”

Julian didn’t respond. He just stood there, his face burning, wishing he could disappear. This was, without a doubt, the most humiliating day of his life. And it wasn’t over yet.