Julian

Julian 10 to 12

By YourWetDream

[7,617 words]´

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Part 10

Monday morning arrived with the usual groggy reluctance, the sunlight filtering through the blinds and casting long, lazy streaks across Julian's room. He lay sprawled on his bed, one arm dangling off the side, his face half-buried in the pillow. The remnants of a restless night clung to him, and his body felt heavy, unwilling to face the day. The faint sound of his mother's footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder as she approached his door. Julian groaned inwardly, already dreading the inevitable confrontation.

"Julian!" his mother's voice rang out, sharp and impatient, as she swung the door open. "Get up! You're going to be late for school, and I don't have time to babysit you every morning!"

Julian mumbled something incoherent, pulling the covers tighter around himself in a feeble attempt to shield himself from the world. But his mother was having none of it. With a swift, practiced motion, she yanked the covers off the bed, leaving Julian exposed in nothing but his briefs. The cool morning air hit his skin, and he instinctively curled up, trying to preserve some semblance of dignity.

"Julian, for heaven's sake!" his mother exclaimed, her voice rising in exasperation. "You're fifteen years old! You can't keep acting like a little boy who needs his mommy to wake him up every morning! And what is this?" She gestured vaguely in his direction, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of his morning wood. "This is not acceptable, Julian. You need to start taking responsibility for yourself. You can't keep walking around like this, especially not when Anja and Vicky are here to babysit you!"

Julian's face burned with humiliation as he scrambled to sit up, pulling his knees to his chest in a futile attempt to hide his predicament. "I-I didn't mean to, Mom," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "It just... happens sometimes. I can't help it!"

His mother sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as if trying to ward off an impending headache. "Julian, you're old enough to know better. You can't keep acting like this, especially not in front of girls. Do you understand me? Anja and Vicky are coming over after school today, and they're staying the night. I don't want any more of this... nonsense while they're here. You need to start acting your age."

Julian's stomach churned at the reminder. The thought of being babysat by two younger girls—girls who were already smug and teasing enough during family gatherings—was unbearable. He opened his mouth to protest, but his mother cut him off with a sharp wave of her hand.

"No arguments, Julian. This is happening. Now get up, take a shower, and get dressed. And for heaven's sake, put some clothes on before you come downstairs!"

With that, she turned on her heel and marched out of the room, leaving Julian sitting on the edge of his bed, his face still burning with embarrassment. He glanced down at himself, his stomach sinking as he realized that his little "Spiderman" was still very much awake and uncooperative. He groaned, running a hand through his messy hair as he tried to will it away, but it stubbornly refused to retreat.

Reluctantly, he stood up and shuffled over to his dresser, pulling open the drawer where he kept his underwear. His heart sank as he saw the contents—bright, childish briefs in various colors and patterns, all gifts from his grandmother. There wasn't a single pair of boxer briefs in sight. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, his frustration bubbling over. "I hate Justin and Alex. They took all my good underwear. This is so unfair."

With a resigned sigh, he grabbed a pair of bright green briefs adorned with cartoon dinosaurs and made his way to the bathroom, his face still flushed with embarrassment. The shower did little to ease his discomfort, and by the time he was dressed and heading downstairs for breakfast, he felt like he was walking to his own execution.

The kitchen was already bustling with activity when Julian arrived. His father sat at the table, sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper, while Alex was busy shoveling cereal into his mouth, a smug grin plastered across his face. Julian's mother was at the stove, flipping pancakes with a practiced hand, but she paused long enough to shoot Julian a pointed look as he entered the room.

"Good morning, Julian," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I see you finally decided to join us. And you're even wearing clothes! What a miracle."

Julian's face burned as he slid into his seat, avoiding eye contact with everyone at the table. He reached for a piece of toast, but his mother's voice stopped him cold.

"Julian," she said, her tone serious now, "we need to talk about today. Anja and Vicky are coming over after school to babysit you, and they're staying the night. I don't want any more of this... behavior while they're here. Do you understand me?"

Julian's stomach churned, and he opened his mouth to protest, but his father cut him off before he could get a word out.

"Julian," his father said, his voice firm but not unkind, "your mother and I have talked about this, and we both agree that you're not ready to be left alone. You've been acting... immature lately, and we think it's best if you have some supervision. Anja and Vicky are responsible, mature girls, and they'll keep you in line."

Julian's face burned with humiliation, and he could feel Alex's eyes on him, the smug grin on his brother's face only making things worse. "But Dad," Julian protested, his voice shaky, "I don't need a babysitter! I'm fifteen! I can take care of myself!"

His father sighed, setting down his coffee cup and fixing Julian with a stern look. "Julian, you've been running around the house in your underwear, getting into trouble, and acting like a little boy. That's not the behavior of someone who can take care of themselves. Anja and Vicky are coming over, and that's final."

Julian's stomach dropped, and he could feel the weight of his family's judgment pressing down on him. He glanced at Alex, who was now openly smirking, and he felt a surge of anger and frustration. But there was nothing he could do. His parents had made their decision, and he was powerless to change it.

As he sat there, picking at his breakfast, Julian couldn't help but feel like his life was spiraling out of control. Two days ago, he had been a normal teenager, just trying to navigate the awkwardness of puberty. Now, he was the family joke, the boy who couldn't even be trusted to stay home alone. And the worst part was, he had no idea how to fix it.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur, and before he knew it, Julian was heading out the door to catch the bus to school. As he walked down the driveway, he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in his stomach. Today was going to be a long day, and he had a sinking feeling that it was only going to get worse.

But as he stepped onto the bus and found a seat by the window, Julian couldn't help but cling to a small, desperate hope. Maybe—just maybe—Anja and Vicky would go easy on him. Maybe they would let him sit in his room and play video games, or maybe they would be too busy with their own things to bother him. Maybe, just maybe, today wouldn't be as bad as he feared.

The school day passed in a blur of relative normalcy, a brief respite from the chaos that had consumed Julian's weekend. No one in his class knew about the humiliating events that had unfolded at home, and for a few hours, Julian could almost pretend that his life hadn’t spiraled into a nightmare. He sat through his classes, half-listening to the teachers, his mind constantly drifting back to the impending arrival of Anja and Vicky. The thought of being babysat by two girls who were a year younger than him was unbearable, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that clung to him like a shadow.

When the final bell rang, Julian dragged his feet on the walk home, his backpack slung over one shoulder, his mind racing with ways to avoid the inevitable. But no amount of stalling could change the fact that Anja and Vicky were coming, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He arrived home just ten minutes before they did, and as he stepped through the front door, he was greeted by the sound of their voices echoing down the hallway.

"Julian! We're here!" Anja called out, her tone cheerful and teasing as she and Vicky stepped inside, carrying a tote bag filled with snacks. Julian’s heart sank as he took in the sight of them. They were both dressed casually, Anja in a pastel pink hoodie and jeans, Vicky in a striped sweater and leggings, but their confident, almost smug expressions made them seem far older than they were. Julian, on the other hand, felt smaller and more vulnerable than ever.

"This is ridiculous," Julian muttered under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at them. "I’m not five. I don’t need babysitters."

Anja plopped down on the couch next to him, her voice syrupy-sweet as she leaned in closer. "Aww, but Julian, your mom said you need structure. She said you’ve been... overstimulated lately." She emphasized the last word with a smirk, her eyes glinting with mischief. "We’re just here to help you stay on track."

Julian’s face burned, and he looked away, his jaw tightening. He hated the way they talked to him, as if he were some kind of unruly child who needed to be managed. But before he could respond, Vicky chimed in, her tone equally teasing.

"Yeah, Julian, don’t worry. We’ll take good care of you. Just like your mom asked." She set the tote bag of snacks on the coffee table and began unpacking it, her movements deliberate and unhurried, as if she were already settling into her role as his caretaker.

Julian’s stomach churned, and he stood up abruptly, desperate to put some distance between himself and the girls. "Whatever," he muttered, heading toward the kitchen. "I’m getting a soda."

But as soon as he opened the fridge and grabbed a can, Vicky’s voice stopped him cold. "Uh-uh, Julian. Your mom said water only. Hand it over."

Julian froze, his grip tightening on the can. He turned to face her, his eyes narrowing. "I’m not giving it to you," he said, his voice low and defiant. "It’s just a soda. What’s the big deal?"

Vicky crossed her arms, her expression stern. "The big deal is that your mom gave us specific instructions, and we’re here to make sure you follow them. Now hand it over."

Julian’s frustration boiled over, and he shook his head, clutching the can tighter. "No. You’re not my mom. You can’t tell me what to do."

Vicky stepped closer, her eyes locked on his. "Julian, don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Just give me the soda."

But Julian stood his ground, his heart pounding as he glared at her. For a moment, it seemed like he might actually win the standoff, but then Anja appeared behind him, her voice calm but firm. "Julian, don’t be difficult. Just give her the soda."

Julian’s resolve wavered, and in that moment of hesitation, Vicky reached out and tried to grab the can from his hand. Julian instinctively pulled back, but the sudden movement caused the can to slip from his grip, the tab popping open as it hit the floor. Soda sprayed everywhere, drenching Julian’s trousers in a sticky, fizzy mess.

The girls gasped, and Julian stared down at himself in horror, his face burning with embarrassment. "Great," he muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just great."

Vicky and Anja exchanged a look, and then Vicky stepped forward, her tone authoritative. "Julian, take those trousers off right now. You’re making a mess."

Julian’s eyes widened, and he shook his head vehemently. "No way! I’m not taking my pants off in front of you!"

But the girls weren’t having it. Anja moved to one side of him, Vicky to the other, and before Julian could react, they each grabbed one of his arms. "Julian, you’re being ridiculous," Vicky said, her voice firm. "You’re covered in soda. You need to take those off before it stains the furniture."

Julian struggled, but the girls were surprisingly strong, and within moments, they had managed to pull his wet trousers off, leaving him standing in nothing but his bright green dinosaur briefs and a t-shirt. Julian’s face burned with humiliation as he stood there, exposed and vulnerable, while the girls burst into laughter.

"Wow," Anja said, her voice filled with mock amazement as she pointed at his underwear. "I thought it was just a one-time thing, but you really seem to like undies for kids, huh?"

Julian’s stomach churned, and he tried to explain, his voice shaky. "It’s not like that! Justin and Alex took all my boxers, and these were the only ones left!"

But the girls weren’t listening. Vicky shook her head, her grin widening. "Uh-huh, sure, Julian. But you know what? I think you should just stay like this for the rest of the day. That way, you won’t get any more pairs stained."

Julian’s heart sank, and he shook his head desperately. "No, please, I need pants. I can’t just walk around like this!"

But the girls were unmoved. Anja crossed her arms, her expression stern. "Julian, we’re in charge here, remember? Your mom said so. And we think it’s best if you stay like this for now. Besides, it’s not like it’s anything new. Just this Saturday, you were running around in those excavator briefs all day. You even told your mom it was fine because it was just family. So I don’t see why today should be any different."

Julian’s stomach churned as he remembered that day, the deal he had made with Justin and Alex that had led to this nightmare. He had thought it was just a harmless joke at the time, but now he realized how wrong he had been. That one decision had set off a chain reaction of humiliation, and now he was paying the price.

As he stood there, exposed and powerless, Julian felt smaller than ever. He had been a normal boy just a few days ago, but now he had been reduced to a little, irresponsible child in the eyes of his family—and now, in the eyes of Anja and Vicky. The weight of his shame pressed down on him, and he couldn’t help but think, What a mistake I made making that deal with Justin and Alex that day.

But there was no going back now. The girls were in charge, and Julian was at their mercy. As they laughed and teased him, he could only stand there, his face burning with humiliation, and wonder how his life had turned into this.

Part 11

The evening dragged on, each minute stretching into an eternity for Julian as he sat in the living room, his face flushed with humiliation, his bright green dinosaur briefs still on full display. The girls had insisted he stay in his "outfit," as they called it, and Julian had no choice but to comply. He tried to focus on the homework spread out in front of him, but the weight of his embarrassment made it nearly impossible to concentrate. Every time he glanced up, he caught Anja and Vicky smirking at him, their eyes darting to his childish underwear as if it were the funniest thing they’d ever seen.

Just as Julian was beginning to think things couldn’t get worse, the front door opened, and Justin strolled in, his signature smirk plastered across his face. Julian’s heart sank. Of course, Justin had come over, just as he’d promised. He wouldn’t miss this for the world.

"Wow, Julian," Justin said, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he took in the scene. "You’re already in your favorite outfit! You changed before I even got here. It didn’t take you long to get comfortable, huh?"

Julian’s face burned, and he glared at Justin, his hands clenching into fists. "Shut up, Justin," he muttered, his voice low and defensive. But Justin just laughed, clearly enjoying himself.

"Obviously, he wouldn’t miss it," Julian thought bitterly, his stomach churning with a mix of anger and shame. "I hate him."

The girls, meanwhile, seemed delighted by Justin’s arrival. "Hey, Justin!" Anja called out, her voice cheerful. "Thanks for coming. Julian’s been a bit of a handful today."

Justin chuckled, walking over to stand behind Julian. "Yeah, I can imagine. He’s always been a troublemaker. But don’t worry, I’ll help you keep him in line."

Julian’s stomach dropped at those words, and he opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, he felt a sudden, sharp tug on the waistband of his briefs. Justin had grabbed them from behind, yanking them up in a merciless wedgie that made Julian yelp in surprise and pain.

"No talking back to the girls!" Justin said, his voice mock-stern as he held the wedgie for a few agonizing seconds before letting go. "They’re in charge, remember? Now, do your homework like a good little boy."

The girls burst into laughter, their voices ringing out in the room as Julian slumped forward, his face burning with humiliation. He could feel the sting of the wedgie lingering, a physical reminder of his powerlessness. "Thanks for the help, Justin," Vicky said, her tone light and teasing. "You’re right—Julian’s been a real troublemaker today. Your aunt was definitely right about him."

Julian’s stomach churned at the mention of his mom, and he glared at Justin, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and betrayal. But Justin just shrugged, his grin widening. "What can I say? I’m just here to help."

The girls, emboldened by Justin’s presence, turned their attention back to Julian. "Alright, Julian," Anja said, her tone firm. "It’s time for your homework. No more stalling."

Julian crossed his arms, his defiance flaring up despite his humiliation. "I’ll do my homework when I feel like it," he muttered, his voice low and resentful.

But the girls weren’t having it. Vicky stepped closer, her hands on her hips, her expression stern. "Julian, we’re not asking. We’re telling. Your mom said you need to stay on top of your schoolwork, and we’re here to make sure that happens. So go get your books and notes and bring them here. We’re not letting you out of our sight until you’re done."

Julian’s heart sank, and he glanced at Justin, hoping for some kind of reprieve. But Justin just shrugged, his grin widening. "You heard them, Julian. Better get moving."

With a resigned sigh, Julian stood up, his face still burning as he shuffled toward his room to gather his schoolwork. Every step felt like a march to his own humiliation, and he could feel the girls’ eyes on him, their laughter following him down the hallway.

When he returned to the living room, his arms laden with books and notebooks, the girls were waiting for him, their expressions a mix of amusement and authority. "Sit down," Vicky said, gesturing to the spot on the floor in front of the coffee table. "And no TikTok until you’re done. We’ll be watching."

Julian’s stomach churned as he sat down, his face still flushed with embarrassment. He could feel Justin’s eyes on him, the younger boy’s smirk never wavering as he leaned against the wall, clearly enjoying the show.

"Man, Julian," Justin said, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. "I don’t know how you do it. Sitting there in your little dinosaur undies, doing homework like a good little boy. It’s almost... inspiring."

The girls burst into laughter again, and Julian’s face burned as he stared down at his homework, his hands trembling with a mix of anger and shame. He wanted to scream, to lash out, to do something to reclaim even a shred of dignity. But he knew it was pointless. The girls were in charge, Justin was there to egg them on, and Julian was completely at their mercy.

As he sat there, his red face buried in his books, Julian couldn’t help but wonder how his life had turned into this. Just a few days ago, he had been a normal teenager, navigating the awkwardness of puberty with at least some semblance of dignity. Now, he was the family joke, the boy who couldn’t even be trusted to stay home alone, the boy who had to be babysat by younger girls and humiliated in front of his cousin.

But as much as he hated it, Julian knew there was no escape. The girls were in charge, Justin was there to make things worse, and Julian was trapped in a nightmare of his own making.

The aroma of baking pizza filled the air, a small comfort in the otherwise unbearable evening. Julian sat hunched over his homework, his face still flushed from the relentless teasing, his bright green dinosaur briefs a constant reminder of his humiliation. The girls, Anja and Vicky, had taken over the kitchen, pulling a frozen pizza from the freezer and popping it into the oven with the confidence of seasoned babysitters. Julian’s stomach growled, but he kept his head down, determined to finish his homework and escape their scrutiny, even if only for a moment.

When the pizza was ready, the girls called everyone to the table. Julian reluctantly joined them, his stomach churning with a mix of hunger and dread. He grabbed a slice, the cheese still bubbling and hot, and took a cautious bite. For a brief moment, the savory flavor distracted him from his misery. But then, as if the universe itself were conspiring against him, disaster struck.

As Julian reached for another bite, the slice slipped from his fingers, landing cheese-side down on his t-shirt. The warm, greasy mess clung to the fabric, and Julian froze, his heart sinking. "Shit," he thought, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how to salvage the situation without drawing attention to himself.

But it was too late. Anja’s sharp voice cut through the room like a whip. "Julian!!!" she screamed, her tone a mix of exasperation and mock outrage. "Now I understand why you’re usually running around the house in just your underwear! You keep getting your clothes dirty!"

Julian’s face burned as he stammered, "I-I didn’t mean to! It was an accident!"

But Anja wasn’t listening. Before Julian could react, she was on her feet, her hands darting toward him. In one swift motion, she grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and yanked it over his head, leaving him sitting at the table in nothing but his socks and the infamous dinosaur briefs. Julian’s hands instinctively flew to cover himself, but it was too late. The damage was done.

Justin, who had been quietly enjoying his pizza, burst into laughter, his voice ringing out in the room. "Oh man, Julian!" he said, his tone dripping with amusement. "You really can’t catch a break, can you? First the soda, now this? Maybe you should just give up on clothes altogether!"

Julian’s face burned with humiliation, and he glared at Justin, his hands trembling with a mix of anger and shame. "Shut up, Justin," he muttered, his voice low and defensive. But Justin just laughed harder, clearly enjoying himself.

The girls, meanwhile, were equally amused. Vicky shook her head, her grin widening as she took in the sight of Julian sitting there, exposed and vulnerable. "You know, Julian," she said, her tone teasing, "maybe Anja’s right. Maybe you should just stick to your underwear. It seems like you’re better off that way."

Julian’s stomach churned, and he shook his head desperately. "No, please, just give me my shirt back," he pleaded, his voice shaky. "I’ll clean it, I promise!"

But Anja was unmoved. She folded the stained t-shirt and set it aside, her expression stern. "No, Julian. You’ve made enough of a mess already. You can stay like this for now. Besides, it’s not like it’s anything new. You’ve been running around in your underwear all weekend. What’s a little longer?"

Julian’s heart sank, and he glanced at Justin, hoping for some kind of support. But Justin just shrugged, his grin widening. "Hey, don’t look at me, Julian. The girls are in charge, remember? You’re just gonna have to deal with it."

As Julian sat there, his face burning with humiliation, he couldn’t help but feel like his life had become a never-ending nightmare. Just a few days ago, he had been a normal teenager, navigating the awkwardness of puberty with at least some semblance of dignity. Now, he was the family joke, the boy who couldn’t even be trusted to keep his clothes clean, the boy who had to be babysat by younger girls and humiliated in front of his cousin.

With his homework finally completed, Julian slumped onto the couch, his body sinking into the cushions as he let out a long, exhausted sigh. Trigonometry had been a nightmare, but at least it was over. For the first time that evening, he allowed himself a moment of relief, his shoulders relaxing as he reached for a glass of orange juice on the coffee table. The cool, tangy liquid was a small comfort, and he savored it, closing his eyes briefly as he tried to block out the chaos that had consumed his life over the past two days.

Vicky, Anja, and Justin were sprawled around him, half-watching a superhero movie that played on the TV. The room was dimly lit, the glow of the screen casting flickering shadows on the walls. For a moment, it almost felt normal—like any other evening spent with family and friends. But Julian knew better. The tension in the air was palpable, and he could feel the weight of their judgment pressing down on him, even in this rare moment of quiet.

Justin, ever the opportunist, leaned over casually, his eyes fixed on the TV as if he were engrossed in the movie. But Julian knew better. He could sense the mischief brewing, the subtle shift in Justin’s posture that signaled trouble. "Hey, Julian," Justin said, his tone light and conversational, as if he were about to comment on the film. "You got something on your…"

Julian’s brow furrowed, and he glanced down instinctively, his guard momentarily lowered. "What?" he asked, his voice tinged with suspicion. But before he could process what was happening, Justin’s hand darted forward, his finger hooking into the waistband of Julian’s dinosaur briefs and yanking—hard.

The sudden, sharp tug caught Julian completely off guard, and he yelped, jerking upright in shock. The glass of orange juice in his hand tipped precariously, the liquid sloshing over the rim and splashing down onto his lap. The cold, sticky juice soaked into his briefs, the fabric clinging to his skin as the liquid pooled around him on the couch.

Justin released the waistband almost immediately, his face the picture of innocence as he leaned back, his hands raised in mock surrender. "Whoa, Julian, what happened?" he asked, his tone dripping with fake concern. "You spilled your juice!"

Julian’s face burned with humiliation, his hands trembling as he stared down at the mess. His briefs were soaked, the bright green fabric now a darker shade, and the sticky juice was everywhere—on the couch, on his legs, on his hands. He could feel the cold wetness seeping into his skin, and his stomach churned with a mix of anger and shame.

The girls, who had been half-watching the movie, turned their attention to Julian, their expressions a mix of disbelief and irritation. "Julian!" Vicky exclaimed, her voice sharp and accusatory. "How can you get dirty again? And while sitting on the couch! What is wrong with you?"

Anja shook her head, her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at him. "This is ridiculous, Julian. You’re acting like a little kid who can’t even drink without making a mess. Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re causing?"

Julian’s heart raced, and he shook his head desperately, his voice shaky as he tried to explain. "I-I didn’t mean to! It was an accident! Justin—" He stopped himself, realizing that blaming Justin would only make things worse. Justin was the golden boy, the one who could do no wrong in the eyes of the girls. If Julian tried to accuse him, they’d only laugh and dismiss him.

Justin, for his part, was the picture of innocence, his hands raised in mock surrender as he leaned back on the couch. "Hey, don’t look at me," he said, his tone light and teasing. "I didn’t do anything. You’re the one who can’t hold a glass of juice without spilling it."

Julian’s stomach churned, and he glanced at the girls, his eyes pleading. "Please, I’m sorry! It was an accident! I’ll clean it up, I promise!"

But the girls weren’t having it. Vicky stepped closer, her hands on her hips, her expression stern. "Julian, this is the last straw. You’ve been a mess all day, and now this? You’re acting like a toddler who can’t control himself. Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is?"

Anja nodded, her arms still crossed as she glared at him. "Yeah, Julian. You’re supposed to be fifteen, not five. But you’re acting like a little kid who needs someone to clean up after him. It’s pathetic."

Julian’s face burned, and he shook his head desperately, his hands trembling as he tried to talk his way out of the situation. "Please, I’ll clean it up! I’ll do whatever you want! Just don’t—"

But before he could finish, Vicky cut him off, her tone firm and final. "No, Julian. You’ve had enough chances. You’re not wearing those briefs anymore. They’re soaked, and they’re making a mess. Take them off. Now."

Julian’s heart sank, and he shook his head desperately, his voice shaky. "No, please! I’ll clean them! I’ll—"

But the girls weren’t listening. Anja stepped forward, her expression stern. "Julian, we’re not asking. We’re telling. Take them off, or we’ll do it for you."

As Julian sat there, his face burning with humiliation, he couldn’t help but feel like his life had become a never-ending nightmare.

Part 12

The girls had reached their limit. Julian’s constant mishaps, his inability to keep himself clean, and his childish behavior had pushed them past the point of patience. Vicky and Anja exchanged a look, their expressions a mix of exasperation and determination, before turning their attention back to Julian, who sat on the couch, his soaked briefs clinging uncomfortably to his skin, his hands trembling as he tried to shield himself from their judgment.

Before Julian could protest further, the girls moved in, their hands darting toward him with practiced efficiency. Vicky grabbed one side of his briefs, Anja the other, and before Julian could react, they yanked them down, leaving him sitting on the couch completely exposed. Julian’s hands flew to cover himself, his face burning with humiliation as he tried to shield his little boy parts from their gaze.

But the girls weren’t done. "Julian," Vicky said, her tone firm, "you’re all sticky. You need a bath. And since we can’t trust you to take one properly on your own, we’re going to help you."

Julian’s heart raced, and he shook his head desperately, his voice shaky. "No, please! I can do it myself! I promise!"

But the girls weren’t having it. Anja stepped closer, her expression stern. "Julian, you’ve been acting like a little kid all day. We’re not taking any chances. You’re getting a bath, and we’re making sure it’s done right."

Julian’s mind raced, his thoughts a jumbled mess of panic and humiliation. "It’s the third day in a row I’m ending up butt naked," he thought, his stomach churning with dread. "Is this ever going to stop?!"

Before he could process what was happening, the girls each took one of his hands, pulling him to his feet. Julian’s hands instinctively moved to cover himself, but as the girls led him toward the bathroom, he was forced to let go, leaving him completely exposed as they marched him down the hallway.

Justin followed behind, his grin widening as he watched the scene unfold. "Man, Julian," he said, his tone dripping with mock sympathy, “Maybe you should just give up on clothes altogether."

Julian’s face burned, and he glared at Justin, his hands trembling with a mix of anger and shame. But before he could respond, Vicky chimed in, her tone light and teasing. "Oh, Julian, you still look like a little boy, so there’s nothing to be ashamed of."

Justin chuckled, his grin widening. "Yeah, even your mom calls it your little pee pee."

Anja burst into laughter, her voice ringing out in the hallway. "Really?! Well, no wonder. That matches his little briefs and his behavior."

Julian’s stomach churned, and he shook his head desperately, his face burning with humiliation. "Please, just let me do this myself," he pleaded, his voice shaky. "I’ll be careful, I promise!"

But the girls weren’t listening. They led him into the bathroom, their grip firm as they guided him toward the tub. Julian’s mind raced, his thoughts a jumbled mess of panic and humiliation. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was fifteen years old, and yet here he was, being marched into the bathroom by two younger girls, completely exposed and at their mercy.

As they reached the bathroom, Julian’s face burned with humiliation, and he couldn’t help but wonder how his life had turned into this.

The bathroom was warm and steamy, the air thick with the scent of soap and shampoo as the girls filled the tub with water. Julian stood awkwardly by the edge, his arms crossed over his chest in a futile attempt to preserve some semblance of dignity. His face burned with humiliation, his mind racing as he tried to process the surreal reality of the situation. Here he was, a fifteen-year-old boy, about to be bathed by two girls who were a year younger than him, while his cousin Justin loomed in the doorway, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Alright, Julian," Vicky said, her tone brisk and businesslike as she tested the water temperature with her hand. "In you go. Let’s get you cleaned up."

Julian hesitated, his stomach churning with a mix of embarrassment and dread. "I-I can do it myself," he stammered, his voice shaky. "You don’t have to—"

But Anja cut him off, her hands on her hips as she fixed him with a stern look. "Julian, we’ve been over this. You’ve been acting like a little kid all day, and we’re not taking any chances. Now get in the tub before we have to put you in ourselves."

Julian’s heart raced, and he glanced at Justin, hoping for some kind of reprieve. But Justin, leaning casually against the doorframe, just smirked and shook his head. "Julian, buddy, you’re digging yourself deeper every time you argue. Just get in the tub. Trust me, it’s easier this way. Besides, you’re not exactly in a position to negotiate, are you?" He gestured vaguely at Julian’s exposed state, his grin widening as he added, "And hey, look on the bright side—at least you’re not getting spanked again. Right?"

Julian’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red at the mention of the previous day’s humiliation. His stomach churned as he remembered the sting of his mother’s hand, the way she had scolded him in front of everyone for his inability to control himself. He opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. Instead, with a resigned sigh, he stepped into the tub, the warm water lapping at his legs as he slowly lowered himself into the water.

The girls moved in immediately, their hands efficient and practiced as they began to wash him. Vicky grabbed a washcloth and started scrubbing his shoulders, her movements firm but not unkind, while Anja poured a dollop of shampoo into her hands and began lathering his hair.

"So, Julian," Vicky said, her tone conversational as she worked the washcloth over his back, "how’s school been? Keeping up with your homework?"

Julian’s face burned, and he stared down at the water, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "It’s... fine," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I’m doing okay, I guess."

Anja chuckled, her fingers massaging his scalp as she worked the shampoo into his hair. "Well, you’d better be. Your mom said you need to stay on top of your schoolwork, and we’re here to make sure that happens."

Julian’s stomach churned, and he shook his head desperately. "I am! I’m doing my homework, I promise!"

But the girls weren’t listening. They continued to wash him, their hands moving over his body with a practiced efficiency that only added to his humiliation. Vicky scrubbed his arms and chest, her tone light and teasing as she commented on how skinny he was, while Anja rinsed the shampoo from his hair, her fingers combing through the strands with a gentleness that felt almost mocking.

But then, as the girls moved lower, Julian’s heart sank. He could feel it happening, the inevitable reaction to all the touching and attention, and he clenched his fists tighter, his stomach churning with dread. "Oh no," he thought, his mind racing. "Not again. Please, not again."

But it was too late. His bald, little penis, which had been soft and unassuming just moments ago, began to stiffen, rising to attention in the warm water. Julian’s face burned, and he tried to cover himself, but the girls noticed immediately.

"Uh-oh," Vicky said, her tone teasing as she pointed at his erection. "Looks like someone’s happy to see us!"

Anja burst into laughter, her hands still in Julian’s hair as she leaned over to get a better look. "Aww, it’s adorable!" she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Look at how tiny it is!"

Julian’s stomach churned, and he shook his head desperately, his voice shaky. "Please, stop! It’s not funny!"

But the girls weren’t listening. They giggled and laughed, their hands darting toward him as they began to playfully dangle his erection like a toy. Vicky said, her tone light and teasing: "Isn’t that cute?"

Anja nodded, her grin widening. "Yeah, it’s like a little baby’s! So tiny and cute!"

Justin, who had been quietly observing the scene from the doorway, finally chimed in, his voice dripping with amusement. "You know, girls, this isn’t even the first time this has happened. Yesterday, Julian got spanked by his mom for getting all... excited in front of everyone. Guess he just can’t help himself, huh?"

Julian’s face burned with humiliation, and he buried his face in his hands, wishing he could disappear. The girls burst into laughter, their voices ringing out in the bathroom as they continued to tease him mercilessly.

"Wait, really?" Vicky said, her eyes wide with mock surprise. "Julian, you got spanked? At your age? That’s hilarious!"

Anja nodded, her grin widening. "Yeah, no wonder your mom asked us to babysit you. You really do need someone to keep you in line, don’t you?"

Julian’s stomach churned, and he shook his head desperately, his voice shaky. "Please, just stop! I can’t help it!"

But the girls weren’t listening. They continued to laugh and tease him, their hands still moving over his body as they washed him, their voices filled with mockery and amusement.

The bath had been a nightmare, a relentless onslaught of teasing and humiliation that left Julian feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever. The girls had scrubbed him down with exaggerated care, their hands moving over his body with a clinical efficiency that only added to his discomfort. Every touch, every comment, every laugh had been a fresh wound, and Julian had endured it all with a quiet desperation, his face burning with shame as they mocked his tiny erection, their voices dripping with amusement.

"Look at him," Anja had said, her tone light and teasing as she pointed out the obvious. "He’s so little, it’s almost cute."

Vicky had laughed, her voice ringing out in the steamy bathroom. "Yeah, Julian, you really don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.”

Justin, who had lingered in the doorway, had chimed in with his usual brand of sarcasm. "Yeah, Julian, don’t worry. It’s not like you’re ever going to need it for anything anyway."

Julian had tried to block out their voices, to focus on anything but the humiliation, but it had been impossible. The girls’ hands on his body, the constant teasing, the way they talked about him as if he weren’t even there—it had all been too much. By the time the bath was over, Julian felt like a shell of himself, his dignity stripped away along with his clothes.

Now, as he stood in the bathroom, dripping wet and shivering, the girls began to dry him off, their hands moving over his body with the same clinical efficiency as before. Julian’s face burned as he tried to cover himself, but the girls weren’t having it. They pulled his hands away, their grip firm as they continued to dry him, their voices light and teasing.

"Justin," Vicky called out, her tone authoritative, "bring Julian’s pajamas."

Justin, who had been leaning against the doorframe, smirked and disappeared down the hallway, leaving Julian alone with the girls. The sound of their laughter echoed in the small bathroom, and Julian’s stomach churned as he realized that his humiliation was far from over.

As the girls continued to dry him, their hands moving over his body with a deliberate slowness, Julian felt a fresh wave of panic. The constant touching, the way their hands lingered in certain places, was only making things worse. His "little Spiderman," as Justin had so mockingly called it, was still stubbornly at attention, and Julian could feel the girls’ eyes on him, their smirks widening as they noticed.

"I think he likes it," Anja said, her voice dripping with amusement as she glanced at Vicky. "Look at him. He’s not even trying to hide it."

Vicky laughed, her hands still moving over Julian’s body as she dried him off. "Yeah, Julian, you really need to learn some self-control. It’s not okay to be like this in front of girls."

Julian’s face burned, and he shook his head desperately, his voice shaky. "I-I can’t help it! It’s not my fault!"

But the girls weren’t listening. They continued to dry him off, their hands moving with a deliberate slowness that only added to Julian’s discomfort. By the time Justin returned, Julian was on the verge of tears, his face burning with humiliation as he stood there, completely exposed and at their mercy.

Justin stepped into the bathroom, a smirk on his face as he dangled a Spider-Man pajama top in front of Julian. "Here you go, little buddy," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Your favorite."

Julian’s stomach dropped as he realized what Justin was holding—or rather, what he wasn’t holding. "No," he thought, his heart racing. "No pants?!"

Vicky noticed the missing trousers and raised an eyebrow. "But that’s only a t-shirt," she said, her tone puzzled. "Where are the trousers?"

Justin shrugged, his grin widening. "Well, I didn’t find any trousers. I guess he sleeps just in his pajama top and nothing else. It’s been like that over the weekend. He’s not ashamed. I mean, of what?"

Vicky and Anja exchanged a look, their smirks widening as they turned back to Julian. "Well, if you say so," Vicky said, her tone light and teasing as she took the pajama top from Justin and began to pull it over Julian’s head.

Julian’s heart raced, and he shook his head desperately, his voice shaky. "No, that’s not true! I have pants! I sleep in them! Please, just let me—"

But the girls weren’t listening. They pulled the pajama top over his head, leaving him standing there in nothing but the Spider-Man shirt, his little boy parts still stubbornly on display. Julian’s face burned with humiliation, and he tried to cover himself, but the girls pulled his hands away, their grip firm.

"Julian," Anja said, her tone stern, "you’ve got ten minutes to get that erection under control. It’s not okay to be excited like that in front of girls. Be a big boy for once."

Julian’s stomach churned, and he shook his head desperately, his voice shaky. "I-I can’t help it! It’s not my fault!"

But the girls weren’t listening. They stepped back, their arms crossed over their chests as they watched him, their expressions a mix of amusement and impatience. Julian stood there, his face burning with humiliation, his hands trembling as he tried to will his body to cooperate. But it was no use. His little "Spiderman" stubbornly refused to retreat, leaving him trapped in a state of mortifying visibility.

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