The Twist in the Life of Mathias 2

By YourWetDream

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Copyright 2025 by YourWetDream, all rights reserved

[8,416 words]´

The Twist in the Life of Mathias

Chapter 2

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor, trying to process everything that had happened. The humiliation from the previous night still clung to me like a second skin. I could hear Thomas’s voice echoing in my head, his mocking tone cutting deeper than any physical pain. I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare, one where my younger brother had somehow become the dominant figure in my life, and I was left scrambling to regain some semblance of dignity.

The sound of voices outside my door snapped me out of my thoughts. It was Thomas’s friends, Tahir and Chris. They were laughing, their voices carrying through the thin walls of our flat. I could hear Thomas joining in, his laughter louder and more confident than ever. My stomach churned. I didn’t want to face them, didn’t want to be the butt of their jokes again. But I knew I couldn’t hide in my room forever.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I needed to act like nothing had happened, like I wasn’t still reeling from the events of the previous night. I grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it on, then slipped into a pair of jeans. I avoided looking at myself in the mirror. I didn’t want to see the reflection of the boy who had been so thoroughly humiliated.

As I opened the door, the laughter from the living room grew louder. I hesitated for a moment, then forced myself to walk out. Thomas, Tahir, and Chris were sitting on the couch, their attention focused on Thomas’s phone. They didn’t notice me at first, and I considered slipping past them to the kitchen. But then Thomas looked up, his smirk instantly returning.

“Well, well, look who’s finally decided to join the land of the living,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Tahir and Chris turned to look at me, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“Hey, Mathias,” Tahir said, his tone casual, but I could see the glint of mischief in his eyes. “Heard you had a rough night.”

I clenched my fists, trying to keep my composure. “Yeah, well, it’s over now,” I muttered, brushing past them to the kitchen. I could feel their eyes on me as I walked away, and I hated how exposed I felt.

In the kitchen, I grabbed a glass of water and tried to calm my nerves. I could still hear them laughing in the living room, and I knew they were talking about me. I wanted to scream, to storm back in there and demand that they stop, but I knew it would only make things worse. I was trapped in this cycle of humiliation, and I didn’t know how to break free.

As I stood there, trying to gather my thoughts, Mum walked in. She looked at me with a mixture of concern and frustration. “Mathias, are you okay?” she asked, her voice softer than it had been the night before.

I shrugged, avoiding her gaze. “I’m fine,” I lied. “Just… trying to get through the day.”

Mum sighed, placing a hand on my shoulder. “I know last night was hard for you, but you need to move past it. Thomas is just being a kid. He doesn’t mean to hurt you.”

I wanted to believe her, but the words felt hollow. Thomas had meant to hurt me. He had enjoyed every second of my humiliation. And now, with his friends here, he had an audience to amplify his mockery.

“I’ll try,” I said, though I didn’t believe it myself. I just wanted the conversation to end.

Mum gave me a small smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Good. Now, why don’t you go out and join them? It might help to take your mind off things.”

I nodded, though the thought of facing Thomas and his friends again made my stomach twist. But I knew I couldn’t hide forever. I had to face them eventually.

As I walked back into the living room, the laughter died down slightly. Thomas looked up at me, his smirk still firmly in place. “So, Mathias, you ready to admit that you’re still a little kid?” he asked, his tone teasing but with an edge of cruelty.

I felt my face flush, but I forced myself to stay calm. “I’m not a kid, Thomas,” I said, my voice steady despite the anger bubbling inside me. “And I don’t need to prove anything to you.”

Thomas raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the tension. “Oh, really? Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you’ve got a lot to prove.”

Tahir and Chris chuckled, and I felt my resolve waver. I wanted to lash out, to shut Thomas up once and for all, but I knew it would only make things worse. Instead, I took a deep breath and forced a smile.

“You know what, Thomas? You’re right. I do have a lot to prove. But not to you. I’m done playing your games.”

Thomas’s smirk faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. “Oh, come on, Mathias. Don’t be such a buzzkill. We’re just having fun.”

“Yeah, well, your idea of fun is pretty messed up,” I shot back, my voice rising slightly. I could feel the anger building, but I tried to keep it in check. “You think it’s funny to humiliate me in front of everyone? To make me feel like I’m less than you? Well, guess what? I’m not going to let you do that anymore.”

Thomas stared at me, his expression unreadable. For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of doubt in his eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. “Whatever, Mathias,” he said, shrugging. “If you can’t take a joke, that’s your problem.”

I wanted to say more, to push back against his dismissive attitude, but I knew it wouldn’t do any good. Instead, I turned and walked back to my room, closing the door behind me. I leaned against it, my heart racing, and let out a long, shaky breath.

I didn’t know how to fix things with Thomas, or how to regain the respect I had lost. But I knew one thing for sure: I wasn’t going to let him define me anymore. I was more than his jokes, more than his mockery. And if he couldn’t see that, then it was his loss.

As I sat down on my bed, I felt a small sense of relief. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I had taken a step forward, even if it was a small one. The road ahead was still uncertain, but I was determined to find my way.

Mathias took some fresh clothes and went to the bathroom to take the shower. The water from the shower had been warm and soothing, a brief escape from the chaos of the last 24 hours. But as Mathias stood there, letting the water run over him, he couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling of vulnerability that had taken root in his chest. Yesterday had changed everything. He had always thought of himself as the older, more mature brother—stronger, more developed, more confident. But now, that illusion had been shattered. Thomas, his thirteen-year-old brother, had outgrown him in the most humiliating way possible. And now, Mathias couldn’t help but feel exposed, even in the privacy of his own shower.

He heard the bathroom door creak open, but he didn’t think much of it. He never locked the door—why would he? Until yesterday, he had never felt the need to hide himself. But now, as the sound of footsteps reached his ears, a pang of anxiety shot through him. He quickly turned off the water and grabbed his towel, wrapping it tightly around his waist. He peeked out from behind the shower curtain, but the bathroom was empty. Whoever had come in must have left just as quickly.

Mathias sighed, trying to shake off the unease. He stepped out of the shower and reached for the fresh clothes he had laid out on the counter. But they were gone. His stomach dropped. He looked around, hoping he had just misplaced them, but they were nowhere to be seen. A sinking feeling settled in his chest. This had Thomas written all over it.

“Funny, very funny,” Mathias muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist again, clutching it tightly. He knew he had to go through Thomas’s room to get to his own, and the thought made his skin crawl. But he didn’t have a choice. He couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever.

As he stepped into the hallway, he could hear the sounds of laughter and the familiar beeps of a PlayStation game coming from Thomas’s room. Mathias hesitated, his grip on the towel tightening. He just wanted to get to his room, get dressed, and avoid any more humiliation. But as he passed Thomas’s door, his brother’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Hey, little brother!” Thomas called out, his tone mocking. “Come here for a second. We need to show you something new in the game. It’ll only take a minute, and then you can go put some clothes on.”

Mathias froze. He didn’t want to go in there. He didn’t want to face Thomas and his friends, especially not while he was only wearing a towel. But Thomas’s voice had that commanding edge to it, the one that made it hard to say no. Mathias took a deep breath and stepped into the room, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible.

Tahir and Chris were sitting on the floor, controllers in hand, their eyes glued to the screen. Thomas was lounging on his bed, a smug grin plastered across his face. He looked Mathias up and down, his smirk widening.

“Why do you keep calling him ‘little brother’?” Tahir asked, glancing at Thomas with a puzzled expression. “He’s older than you, right?”

Thomas’s grin turned wicked. “See for yourself,” he said, and before Mathias could react, Thomas lunged forward and yanked the towel away.

Mathias’s heart stopped. He stood there, completely exposed, as the room fell silent for a split second. Then, the laughter started. It was loud, raucous, and utterly humiliating. Tahir and Chris’s eyes widened in shock, but it didn’t take long for them to join in, their laughter echoing off the walls.

“Oh my God!” Tahir exclaimed, pointing at Mathias. “Is that for real?!”

“Looks like someone’s still in diapers!” Chris added, doubling over with laughter.

Mathias felt his face burn with shame. He reached for the towel, but Thomas held it just out of reach, taunting him. “Come on, Mathias, don’t be shy! Let them see what a real little brother looks like!”

“Give it back, Thomas!” Mathias snapped, his voice trembling with anger and embarrassment. He lunged for the towel, but Thomas dodged, holding it high above his head.

“What’s the matter, little bro? Afraid they’ll see how tiny you are?” Thomas teased, his voice dripping with malice. “Don’t worry, they already know!”

The boys erupted into laughter again, their voices blending into a cacophony of mockery. Mathias felt like the walls were closing in on him. He wanted to scream, to fight back, but he was frozen in place, his body betraying him. He could feel their eyes on him, their laughter cutting through him like knives.

“Look at that thing!” Tahir said between laughs. “It’s like a baby carrot!”

“More like a peanut!” Chris chimed in, his voice high-pitched with amusement.

Mathias’s chest tightened, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He wanted to disappear, to vanish into thin air. But instead, he stood there, exposed and vulnerable, as his brother and his friends tore him apart with their words.

“Come on, Mathias,” Thomas said, his tone mockingly sympathetic. “Don’t be mad. It’s not your fault you’re still a little kid. Some people just develop slower than others.”

The words hit Mathias like a punch to the gut. He felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He wouldn’t give Thomas the satisfaction of seeing him cry. Not again.

With a sudden burst of anger, Mathias lunged at Thomas, grabbing for the towel. Thomas stumbled backward, laughing as he tried to keep it out of reach. The two of them tumbled to the floor, wrestling for control. Tahir and Chris watched, their laughter growing louder as the brothers struggled.

“Give it back, you jerk!” Mathias shouted, his voice cracking with desperation.

“Make me, little bro!” Thomas shot back, his grin never faltering.

Finally, Mathias managed to grab the towel and yank it away from Thomas. He quickly wrapped it around himself, his hands shaking as he tried to regain some semblance of dignity. But the damage had already been done. The laughter continued, and Mathias knew he would never live this down.

“Get out!” Mathias shouted, his voice breaking. “Just get out!”

Thomas stood up, still grinning, and gestured for Tahir and Chris to follow him. “Come on, guys. Let’s give the little bro some space. He’s clearly not ready to hang out with the big boys yet.”

The three of them left the room, their laughter echoing down the hallway. Mathias stood there, his chest heaving, his face burning with shame. He felt like he was drowning, the weight of their mockery pressing down on him.

He stumbled to his room and slammed the door shut, leaning against it as tears finally spilled down his cheeks. He slid to the floor, his body trembling with a mix of anger, humiliation, and despair. He felt so small, so insignificant. How had things gotten this bad? How had his little brother become the one in control, while he was left feeling like a child?

Mathias buried his face in his hands, the tears coming in waves. He didn’t know how to fix this, how to regain his sense of self. All he knew was that he couldn’t keep living like this. Something had to change.

But for now, all he could do was sit there, alone and broken, as the echoes of laughter continued to haunt him.

Mathias sat on the floor of his room, his back against the door, tears streaming down his face. The humiliation was unbearable. He felt like a child, helpless and exposed, while his younger brother and his friends had all the power. He just wanted to be left alone, to hide from the world and pretend none of this had ever happened. But the universe, it seemed, had other plans.

The door creaked open behind him, and before he could react, Thomas, Tahir, and Chris were stepping inside. Mathias quickly wiped his tears, trying to compose himself, but it was too late. They had already seen him at his lowest.

“Mathias, come on, don’t worry,” Thomas said, his voice dripping with false sympathy. He sat down next to his older brother and slung an arm over his shoulder. “It was just a joke. You know how it is—just having a little fun.”

Mathias stiffened, his body tense with anger and shame. He wanted to push Thomas away, to scream at him to leave, but he couldn’t find the words. Instead, he sat there, frozen, as the boys crowded around him.

“Yeah, man, we don’t care about your little peanut,” Chris added, his tone light but laced with sarcasm. “It’s no big deal.”

Tahir chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Seriously, Mathias, it’s just a body. We all look the same, right?”

Mathias clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. They were mocking him, pretending to comfort him while twisting the knife even deeper. He wanted to lash out, to tell them to leave him alone, but before he could say anything, his mother’s voice cut through the room.

“What’s going on here?” Mum asked, standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene—Mathias on the floor, tears staining his face, and the boys sitting around him like they were trying to console him.

Thomas was quick to respond, his voice calm and reassuring. “Mathias is still just upset because he realized he still fits in my old underwear. He doesn’t want to wear them, and we were trying to calm him down.”

Mathias’s eyes widened in disbelief. “That’s not—” he started, but Mum cut him off before he could finish.

“Mathias, what’s wrong with you?” she asked, her tone a mix of frustration and concern. She stepped into the room and took his hands, pulling him to his feet. As he stood, the towel around his waist slipped off, leaving him completely exposed once again. He instinctively tried to cover himself, but Mum grabbed his wrists, holding them firmly.

“Stop it, Mathias,” she said, her voice firm. “Until yesterday, you weren’t ashamed of yourself. You weren’t hiding. What changed? Just because you realized your underwear is smaller than your brother’s doesn’t change anything. You’re still the same person. You don’t have to be ashamed around your family or other boys. You all look the same.”

Mathias’s face burned with humiliation. He wanted to argue, to tell her that no, they didn’t all look the same—not where it mattered. But he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud. Instead, he looked down at himself, his body betraying him once again. The cold air and the shame had caused his already small penis to shrink even further, and now he was standing there, completely exposed, in front of everyone.

“Now, please go and put some underwear on,” Mum said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “I don’t want to have a discussion about it like yesterday.”

Mathias nodded, his throat tight with unshed tears. He grabbed the towel and wrapped it around himself again, then hurried to his dresser to find a pair of underwear. As he pulled them on, he could feel the boys’ eyes on him, their smirks and quiet laughter making his skin crawl.

“Thank you, Thomas, for taking care of him,” Mum said, her voice softening as she addressed her younger son. “You’re such a good brother.”

Mathias’s stomach churned. Thomas, the one who had orchestrated his humiliation, was being praised for “taking care of him.” It was unbearable.

“Mathias, come and play PS with us,” Tahir said, his tone overly cheerful. “We don’t care about your undies, really. No need to cry.”

“Yeah, ma’am, we’ll take care of him,” Chris added, his voice dripping with false sincerity. “No worries.”

Mathias felt like he was trapped in a nightmare. They were making it look like he was the little kid who needed to be taken care of, and his mother was buying it. She already thought Thomas was more responsible and mature than him, and now this? It was too much.

He wanted to scream, to tell them all to leave him alone, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. If he lashed out now, it would only make things worse. So instead, he forced a weak smile and nodded, playing along with their charade.

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s play.”

As the boys set up the PlayStation, Mathias sat on the edge of the bed, his mind racing. He felt so small, so powerless. Thomas had won, and there was nothing he could do about it. The worst part was that no one seemed to see it—no one seemed to realize how much Thomas was enjoying his humiliation.

Mathias clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms again. He couldn’t keep living like this. Something had to change. But for now, all he could do was sit there, pretending everything was fine, while the weight of his shame pressed down on him like a lead blanket.

The PlayStation controller felt heavy in Mathias’s hands, but he forced himself to focus on the screen, trying to ignore the lingering tension in the room. Thomas, Tahir, and Chris were sitting around him, their laughter and chatter filling the air. To anyone else, it might have looked like a normal gaming session among friends. But for Mathias, it was torture.

Thomas was in his element, his confidence radiating as he dominated the game. Every time he scored a goal or pulled off a slick move, he’d glance at Mathias with that smug grin of his, as if to say, See? I’m better than you at everything.

“Nice shot, Thomas!” Tahir exclaimed, leaning forward as Thomas’s character on the screen celebrated another goal.

“Thanks, man,” Thomas replied, his tone casual but dripping with self-satisfaction. “It’s easy when you’re playing against amateurs.”

Mathias’s jaw tightened. He knew the jab was directed at him. He had been struggling to keep up in the game, his mind too clouded with humiliation and anger to focus properly. Every time he made a mistake, Thomas was quick to point it out.

“Come on, Mathias, you’re supposed to defend,” Thomas said, his voice laced with mockery. “Or are you too busy thinking about your little peanut to concentrate?”

The boys burst into laughter, and Mathias felt his face flush. He gripped the controller tighter, trying to ignore them, but the teasing only escalated.

“Hey, Thomas,” Chris said, his tone teasing, “do you think Mathias’s character in the game has a tiny little football too? Like, maybe it’s proportional?”

Tahir snorted, barely containing his laughter. “Yeah, like a mini football for a mini player!”

Thomas grinned, clearly enjoying the direction the conversation was taking. “Nah, I think even the game would give him a normal-sized ball. They’d have to make it fair, right? Otherwise, it’d be too easy to beat him.”

Mathias’s chest tightened, and he could feel the heat rising in his face. He wanted to throw the controller down and walk out, but he knew that would only make things worse. Thomas would just see it as another victory, another way to prove how much more “mature” he was.

“Guys, can we just play the game?” Mathias muttered, his voice low and strained.

“Aw, come on, Mathias,” Thomas said, his tone dripping with false sympathy. “We’re just having fun. Don’t be such a buzzkill.”

“Yeah, lighten up, man,” Tahir added, nudging Mathias with his elbow. “It’s just a joke. We don’t care about your little… you know.”

Mathias’s stomach churned. He hated how they kept bringing it up, how they acted like it was no big deal while simultaneously using it to tear him down. He wanted to scream, to tell them to stop, but he knew it would only make them laugh harder.

The game continued, and Mathias’s frustration grew with every passing minute. He couldn’t focus, couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched and judged. Every move he made felt clumsy, and Thomas was quick to point out every mistake.

“Wow, Mathias, that was pathetic,” Thomas said after Mathias missed an easy shot. “You’re playing like a little kid. Maybe you should stick to games for toddlers.”

The boys laughed, and Mathias felt his anger boiling over. He slammed the controller down on the floor and stood up, his hands trembling.

“I’m done,” he said, his voice shaking with barely contained rage. “I’m not playing this stupid game anymore.”

Thomas raised an eyebrow, his smirk never faltering. “What’s the matter, little bro? Can’t handle a little competition?”

“I’m not your little bro!” Mathias snapped, his voice rising. “I’m older than you, Thomas! Or have you forgotten that?”

Thomas leaned back, his expression one of mock surprise. “Oh, right, you’re older. My bad. I keep forgetting because, you know, you act like such a baby.”

Tahir and Chris burst into laughter again, and Mathias felt like the walls were closing in on him. He wanted to lash out, to punch Thomas right in his smug face, but he knew that would only make things worse. Instead, he turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

He didn’t stop until he reached the bathroom, where he locked the door and leaned against the sink, his chest heaving. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his face red with anger and humiliation. He hated how weak he felt, how powerless he was to stop Thomas’s relentless teasing.

As he stood there, trying to calm himself down, he heard footsteps outside the door. A moment later, Thomas’s voice came through, loud and mocking.

“Hey, Mathias, you okay in there? You’re not crying again, are you?”

Mathias clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. “Go away, Thomas,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Aw, come on, don’t be like that,” Thomas said, his tone dripping with fake concern. “We’re just messing with you. It’s all in good fun.”

“It’s not fun for me!” Mathias shouted, his voice cracking. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

There was a pause, and for a moment, Mathias thought Thomas might actually back off. But then he heard the door handle jiggle, and his heart sank.

“Mathias, open the door,” Thomas said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “We need to talk.”

“No!” Mathias snapped. “I don’t want to talk to you!”

“Come on, don’t be like that,” Thomas said, his voice softening slightly. “I just want to help you.”

Mathias hesitated, his anger warring with a small, desperate hope that maybe Thomas was being sincere. Against his better judgment, he unlocked the door and opened it a crack.

Thomas stood there, his expression unreadable. For a moment, Mathias thought he saw a flicker of genuine concern in his brother’s eyes. But then Thomas pushed the door open and stepped inside, his smirk returning.

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” Thomas said, his tone light and teasing. “Now, let’s talk about your little… problem.”

Mathias’s stomach dropped. He should have known better than to trust Thomas. “Get out,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

“Oh, come on, Mathias,” Thomas said, leaning against the sink. “You can’t keep hiding from this. It’s not healthy.”

“I’m not hiding!” Mathias snapped, his voice rising. “I just don’t want to talk about it with you!”

Thomas raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Why not? I’m your brother. I’m just trying to help.”

“You’re not helping!” Mathias shouted, his frustration boiling over. “You’re just making it worse!”

Thomas shrugged, his expression one of mock innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just trying to be a good brother.”

Mathias felt like he was going to explode. He wanted to scream, to punch Thomas, to do something to make him stop. But he knew it wouldn’t work. Thomas would just twist it around, make it seem like Mathias was the one being unreasonable.

“Just leave me alone,” Mathias muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please.”

Thomas studied him for a moment, his smirk fading slightly. Then he shrugged and turned to leave. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t try to help.”

As Thomas walked out, Mathias slammed the door shut and locked it again. He leaned against the sink, his chest heaving, and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He felt so small, so powerless. Thomas had won again, and there was nothing Mathias could do about it.

Mathias sat on the edge of the bathtub, his head in his hands, trying to stifle the sobs that threatened to escape. The bathroom felt like the only place he could hide, the only place where he could let his guard down, even if just for a moment. But the peace didn’t last long.

A sharp knock on the door made him jump. “Mathias, unlock this door right now,” his dad’s voice boomed from the other side. It wasn’t a request—it was an order.

Mathias hesitated, his heart pounding. He didn’t want to face his dad, not like this. But he knew there was no point in resisting. With trembling hands, he reached over and unlocked the door.

Dad pushed it open and stepped inside, his expression a mix of frustration and concern. He crossed his arms and looked down at Mathias, who was still sitting on the edge of the bathtub, his face streaked with tears.

“Thomas told me you were crying in here,” Dad said, his voice stern. “He said he tried to talk to you, but you wouldn’t listen. So, what’s your problem this time?”

Mathias swallowed hard, his throat tight. He couldn’t bring himself to look his dad in the eye. “I… I don’t know,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

“Mathias, I’m not asking you to guess. I’m asking you to tell me what’s wrong,” Dad said, his tone growing sharper. “Now, start speaking.”

Mathias felt the tears welling up again, but he knew he couldn’t avoid the question. “Dad… they were… they were laughing at me,” he said, his voice breaking.

“Laughing at you? About what?” Dad asked, his brow furrowing.

Mathias took a shaky breath, trying to steady himself. “Because… of how I look… and… that I was losing the game…” he managed to say, his words coming out in a rush.

Dad stared at him for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he let out a heavy sigh. “And that’s the reason to cry?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. “Mathias, I know Thomas. He’s just joking. He doesn’t mean any harm. You’re overreacting, just like you’ve been doing since yesterday. You’re older than he is—you should be showing him how to react in situations like that, not crying like a little baby.”

Mathias felt his chest tighten. He wanted to explain, to tell his dad how humiliating it had been, how Thomas and his friends had mocked him relentlessly. But the words wouldn’t come. All he could do was sit there, his shoulders shaking as the tears streamed down his face.

“Stand up right now,” Dad said, his voice firm. “You’re not a child anymore, Mathias. It’s time to start acting like it.”

Mathias hesitated, but he knew better than to disobey. He slowly stood up, his legs feeling like jelly beneath him. He kept his eyes down, unable to meet his dad’s gaze.

“Look at me,” Dad said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Mathias forced himself to look up, his vision blurred by tears. Dad’s expression was stern, but there was a hint of something else—disappointment, maybe. It made Mathias feel even smaller.

“You’re sixteen years old,” Dad said, his voice calm but firm. “You’re not a little kid anymore. You can’t keep running away every time things get tough. Thomas is just teasing you—it’s what brothers do. But you’re the older one. You need to set an example.”

Mathias nodded, though he didn’t really agree. It wasn’t just teasing—it was humiliation, plain and simple. But he knew there was no point in arguing. Dad had already made up his mind.

“Now, go back out there and show Thomas how a mature young man handles himself,” Dad said, stepping aside to let Mathias pass. “And stop crying. It’s embarrassing.”

Mathias wiped his face with his sleeve and nodded again. He didn’t trust himself to speak. He walked out of the bathroom, his head down, and made his way back to Thomas’s room. The boys were still there, lounging on the floor and chatting like nothing had happened.

Thomas looked up as Mathias walked in, his smirk instantly returning. “Hey, little bro,” he said, his tone light but mocking. “You okay?”

Mathias clenched his fists, trying to keep his emotions in check. “I’m fine,” he muttered, though the words felt hollow.

“Good,” Thomas said, his grin widening. “Because we were just about to start another game. You in?”

Mathias hesitated, but he knew he didn’t have a choice. If he said no, Thomas would just tease him more, and Dad would probably get involved again. So he nodded and sat down, picking up the controller.

As the game started, Mathias tried to focus, but his mind was elsewhere. He could feel Thomas’s eyes on him, watching for any sign of weakness. The boys’ laughter and chatter filled the room, but Mathias felt completely alone.

Every time he made a mistake in the game, Thomas was quick to point it out. “Wow, Mathias, you’re really bad at this,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Maybe you should really stick to games for little kids.”

Tahir and Chris laughed, and Mathias felt his face flush. He wanted to throw the controller down and walk out, but he knew he couldn’t. Dad’s words echoed in his mind: You’re not a child anymore. It’s time to start acting like it.

So he kept playing, even as the teasing continued. He tried to ignore it, to focus on the game, but it was impossible. Every joke, every jab, cut deeper than the last.

By the time the game ended, Mathias felt completely drained. He set the controller down and stood up, his legs shaky beneath him. “I’m done,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Thomas looked up at him, his smirk never faltering. “Aw, come on, Mathias. Don’t be such a sore loser.”

Mathias didn’t respond. He just turned and walked out of the room, his head down. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.



Mathias sat on his bed, staring at the wall, trying to block out the sounds of Thomas and his friends laughing in the living room. He had stayed in his room ever since the PlayStation incident, refusing to come out until Tahir and Chris had finally gone home. The humiliation was still fresh, and he didn’t trust himself to face Thomas again without losing his temper. But he couldn’t hide forever.

Later that evening, the family decided to go out to a restaurant for dinner. Mathias wasn’t thrilled about the idea—he wasn’t hungry, and the thought of sitting across from Thomas, who would undoubtedly find some way to embarrass him, made his stomach churn. But he didn’t have a choice. Dad had made it clear that they were going as a family, and Mathias wasn’t about to argue.

At the restaurant, the tension was palpable. Mathias sat quietly, staring at the menu, while Thomas chatted animatedly with their parents about school, football, and everything else under the sun. Thomas was in his element, his confidence radiating as he effortlessly charmed everyone around him. Mathias, on the other hand, felt like an outsider in his own family.

When the waiter came to take their orders, Mathias’s anxiety spiked. He scanned the menu, but nothing appealed to him. Every dish seemed to have too many vegetables or ingredients he didn’t like. He felt like a child, struggling to find something he could eat.

“Mathias, what are you having?” Mum asked, her tone tinged with impatience.

“I… I don’t know,” Mathias muttered, his face flushing. “I’m not really hungry.”

“You have to eat something,” Dad said, his voice firm. “Just pick something.”

Mathias hesitated, then pointed to the kids’ menu. “I’ll have the chicken nuggets and fries,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Thomas snorted, barely containing his laughter. “Chicken nuggets? Really, Mathias? That’s what little kids eat.”

Mum shot Thomas a warning look, but she couldn’t hide the slight smile tugging at her lips. “Thomas, be nice,” she said, though her tone lacked any real reproach.

“I’m just saying,” Thomas said, shrugging. “It’s funny that he’s ordering off the kids’ menu when he’s supposed to be the older brother.”

Mathias felt his face burn with shame. He wanted to argue, to defend himself, but he knew it would only make things worse. Instead, he kept his head down, avoiding everyone’s gaze.

When the food arrived, the contrast between Mathias’s meal and Thomas’s couldn’t have been more stark. Thomas had ordered a grown-up meal—grilled chicken with a side of roasted vegetables and mashed potatoes. It looked sophisticated, mature, and everything Mathias’s chicken nuggets and fries weren’t.

“Wow, Thomas, that looks delicious,” Mum said, her voice full of admiration. “You always make such good choices.”

“Thanks, Mum,” Thomas said, grinning. “I just figured I’d go for something healthy. You know, like a grown-up.”

Mathias stabbed a chicken nugget with his fork, his appetite completely gone. He felt like a child, sitting there with his kid’s meal while Thomas basked in their parents’ praise. It was yet another reminder of how far behind he felt, how much Thomas had outgrown him.

As the meal dragged on, Mathias couldn’t shake the feeling of being the odd one out. Thomas was the golden child, the responsible, mature one, while Mathias was the one who couldn’t even order a proper meal. The humiliation was almost too much to bear.

When they finally finished eating, Mathias excused himself to go to the bathroom. He needed a moment alone, away from Thomas and his parents. But as he stood at the urinal, he heard the door open behind him. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“Hey, little bro,” Thomas said, his voice dripping with mockery. “Need some help?”

Mathias ignored him, trying to focus on the task at hand. But before he could react, Thomas reached over and yanked his trousers and underwear down to his shoes, exposing him completely.

“That’s the way little kids pee,” Thomas said, his tone light and teasing.

Mathias froze, his face burning with humiliation. He couldn’t pull his pants back up because he was mid-stream, completely exposed and unable to stop. Thomas, of course, took full advantage of the situation, turning to the other boy who had just walked into the bathroom. The boy looked to be around 13, and Thomas wasted no time in dragging him into the humiliation.

“Hey, did you ever see such a small one?” Thomas asked, pointing at Mathias with a grin.

The boy’s eyes widened, and he burst out laughing. “Wow, that’s tiny!” he said, his voice full of amusement. “Is that even real? It looks like a baby’s!”

Mathias felt like the ground was crumbling beneath him. He wanted to disappear, to vanish into thin air. But instead, he stood there, completely exposed, as Thomas and the other boy laughed at his expense.

“Come on, Mathias,” Thomas said, his grin widening. “Don’t be shy. Show him how little kids pee.”

The other boy leaned in, pretending to squint. “Wait, is he even peeing? I can’t even see anything coming out! It’s so small, it’s like a drip!”

Thomas laughed even harder, doubling over. “Yeah, Mathias, are you sure you’re not just pretending? Maybe you need a step stool to reach the urinal!”

The boy joined in, his laughter echoing off the bathroom walls. “Does it even count as peeing if it’s that small? Maybe he should just sit down like a toddler!”

Mathias’s hands trembled, his face burning with shame. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. He just stood there, trapped in the moment, as the two of them continued to mock him.

“Hey, maybe he needs a sippy cup instead of a urinal!” Thomas added, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You know, for little kids who can’t aim!”

The other boy howled with laughter, clutching his stomach. “Yeah, or maybe a training potty! That’s more his size!”

Mathias felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He clenched his fists, his body trembling with a mix of anger and humiliation. He wanted to scream, to lash out, but he was frozen in place, unable to do anything but endure the torment.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he finished. He quickly pulled his pants back up, his hands shaking as he fumbled with the button. Without a word, he turned and shoved Thomas with all his strength, his anger boiling over.

Thomas wasn’t expecting it. He stumbled backward, his arms flailing, and hit his head against the edge of the urinal with a loud thud. He crumpled to the floor, clutching his head, a look of shock on his face.

Mathias didn’t wait to see if Thomas was okay. He stormed out of the bathroom, his heart pounding, and made his way back to the table. He sat down, his face still flushed, and stared at his plate, trying to calm his racing thoughts.

A few minutes later, Thomas returned, holding a napkin to his head. Blood was seeping through the paper, and his face was pale. Mum and Dad immediately noticed and gasped.

“Thomas! What happened?” Mum exclaimed, her voice full of concern.

Thomas glanced at Mathias, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief. “Mathias pushed me,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “I hit my head on the urinal.”

Mum and Dad turned to Mathias, their faces a mixture of shock and anger. “Mathias, is this true?” Dad demanded, his voice sharp.

Mathias didn’t know what to say. He wanted to explain, to tell them what Thomas had done, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he just sat there, his head down, his chest tight with a mix of guilt and frustration.

“Mathias, answer me!” Dad snapped, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“He… he was making fun of me,” Mathias finally muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Dad’s face turned red, his anger boiling over. “I talked with you about that just today!” he shouted, his voice loud enough to draw the attention of nearby diners. “I’m not having it again! You can’t just prove that you’re more mature by beating your younger brother!”

Mathias felt his stomach drop. He couldn’t believe how Thomas was getting away with everything. “Dad, but…” he started, trying to explain, but Dad cut him off immediately.

“If I hear one more word coming from you,” Dad said, his voice low and dangerous, “I’m going to spank you right here in this restaurant in front of everyone. No more words. We will talk at home.”

Mathias’s face burned with humiliation. He wanted to scream, to tell them the truth, but he knew it wouldn’t matter. Dad had already made up his mind. He sat there, his head down, his hands clenched into fists under the table, as the weight of the situation pressed down on him.

Dad paid for the food, his movements sharp and angry, and the family left the restaurant in silence. No one spoke as they walked to the car, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Mathias slid into the backseat, his body tense, while Thomas sat next to him, still holding the napkin to his head. Mum and Dad got into the front, and the car ride home was eerily quiet.

Mathias stared out the window, his mind racing. He couldn’t believe how unfair this was. Thomas had humiliated him, pushed him to his breaking point, and now he was the one in trouble. It felt like no matter what he did, Thomas always came out on top.

When they got home, Dad turned off the engine and sat there for a moment, his hands gripping the steering wheel. The silence was suffocating. Finally, he spoke, his voice cold and firm.

“Mathias, go to your room. We’ll talk about this later.”

Mathias didn’t argue. He got out of the car and went straight to his room, slamming the door behind him. He sat on the edge of his bed, his chest heaving, his mind a whirlwind of anger, frustration, and shame.

A few minutes later, he heard footsteps outside his door. He braced himself, knowing what was coming. The door opened, and Dad stepped inside, his expression stern.

“Mathias, stand up,” Dad said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Mathias stood, his hands trembling at his sides. He didn’t know what to expect, but he knew it wasn’t going to be good.

“I’ve had enough of this behavior,” Dad said, his tone sharp. “You’re sixteen years old, Mathias. You’re supposed to be setting an example for your brother, not acting like a child. Pushing him, throwing tantrums, crying over every little thing—it’s embarrassing.”

Mathias opened his mouth to protest, but Dad held up a hand, silencing him.

“I don’t want to hear it,” Dad said. “You’ve had plenty of chances to act like a mature young man, and you’ve blown every single one of them. So now, you’re going to be treated like the child you’re acting like.”

Mathias’s heart sank. He knew what was coming next.

“Bend over the bed,” Dad said, his voice firm.

“Dad, no…” Mathias started, but Dad cut him off.

“Now, Mathias. Or it’ll be worse.”

Mathias felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he didn’t argue. He didn’t care about nudity anymore—he just wanted this to be over. He took his pants and underwear completely off, leaving himself completely exposed. He bent over the bed, his face burning with humiliation. He heard the sound of Dad’s belt being unbuckled, and he clenched his fists, bracing himself.

The first strike came down hard, the sharp sting making Mathias gasp. He bit his lip, trying to hold back the tears, but it was no use. The second strike landed, and then the third, each one harder than the last. By the fourth strike, Mathias was crying and screaming, his voice high-pitched and desperate, like a little kid.

“Aww, is the big baby crying?” Thomas’s voice came from the doorway, dripping with mockery. Mathias hadn’t even realized his brother was there, watching the whole thing. “I thought you were supposed to be the mature one, Mathias. Guess not!”

Dad didn’t stop. A few more swats landed on Mathias’s already burning bottom, each one accompanied by Thomas’s snide comments. “Look at him, Dad! He’s doing the spanking dance!” Thomas laughed, pointing as Mathias instinctively started jumping around, his hands clutching his reddened bottom.

Mathias’s face burned with shame as he hopped from foot to foot, trying to ease the sting. He hated that Thomas was seeing this, hated that he was being reduced to a crying, jumping mess in front of his younger brother.

By the time it was over, Mathias stood there, his hands still on his bottom, tears streaming down his face. Dad stood back, buckling his belt, his expression stern but calm.

“I hope this teaches you a lesson,” Dad said, his voice softer now. “You’re not a child anymore, Mathias. It’s time to start acting like it.”

“Now, go and stand in the corner until you calm down and think about what you’ve done,” Dad continued, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Hands over your head. Don’t you dare move.”

Mathias nodded, his throat too tight to speak. He shuffled to the corner, his hands raised above his head, his body still trembling from the spanking. He stood there, completely exposed, wearing nothing but his t-shirt and socks. The humiliation was unbearable.

He didn’t know how much time had passed—it felt like an eternity—but eventually, he heard footsteps behind him. Dad’s voice broke the silence. “Did you think about what you’ve done?”

Mathias nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “Yes…”

“Turn around and tell us,” Dad said.

Mathias froze. Us? He turned slowly, his heart sinking as he saw Mum and Thomas standing there with Dad. Thomas was grinning from ear to ear, clearly enjoying the show. Mum looked concerned but didn’t say anything.

Mathias stood there, completely naked except for his t-shirt and socks, his hands still raised above his head. He felt like a little kid being scolded in front of the whole family, and the shame was overwhelming.

“Now, is there something you want to tell us?” Dad asked, his arms crossed.

Mathias swallowed hard, his voice trembling. “I’m… sorry…” he managed to say, his cheeks burning.

“For what?” Dad pressed, his tone firm.

“I’m sorry… I’ve been acting like a little kid,” Mathias said, the tears starting to flow again. “And I’m sorry I hit my little brother… It was wrong, and I won’t do it again.”

Thomas smirked, clearly enjoying every second of Mathias’s humiliation. “Yeah, you better not, little bro,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Next time, maybe you’ll think twice before throwing a tantrum.”

Mum shot Thomas a warning look, but she didn’t say anything. Dad nodded, seemingly satisfied with Mathias’s apology.

“Right. Now, go straight to bed. Your day is over,” Dad said, his tone final.

Mathias didn’t argue. He shuffled to his bed, still naked, and lay down, pulling the covers over himself. He didn’t even care about putting clothes on. The day had been a disaster, and he just wanted it to be over.

As he lay there, staring at the ceiling, he couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened. Thomas had completely taken over, even though he was younger. Mathias felt like he was losing control of his own life, and he didn’t know how to fix it.

Mathias was just starting to drift off when he heard the door creak open. He turned his head, his heart sinking as he saw Thomas standing there, a smug grin on his face.

“Hey, little bro,” Thomas said, his voice low and teasing. “You forgot something.”

Mathias frowned, confused, until Thomas held up the pair of underwear Mathias had been wearing earlier—the ones Thomas had claimed were too small for him. Thomas tossed them onto the bed, his grin widening.

“You might want to put these on,” Thomas said, his tone dripping with mockery. “Unless you want to sleep like a baby, all naked and helpless.”

Mathias felt his face burn, but he didn’t respond. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling, as Thomas laughed and walked out of the room.



Thank you for joining Mathias on his hilariously humiliating journey! If you laughed, cringed, or felt secondhand embarrassment for poor Mathias, I’d love to hear your thoughts! Feel free to share feedback, suggestions, or your own ideas for future chapters by sending me an email.

This story is far from over—stay tuned for more sibling chaos, awkward moments, and plenty of over-the-top teasing.