Curly season

Part 7

Nick

The noise around Maria and me had already subsided, and no one cared. But I didn't want to put everything on the brakes in any way.

Tim and I brought up all our sources who were rummaging through such cases to
find out who posted the photo.

The photo came from an anonymous person in the group of our school, they promised that
it would be easy to find out. However, who promised, was loaded with cases and asked
to give him a couple of weeks.

It was quite a long time for my patience, but I took heart as best I could.

As for the photo, I also already thought that there was no way Curly could
have done this. I remembered her words, analyzed them, it seems that she wasn't lying. But I still
had my doubts about the fact that I was stalking her. Could she have reported everything to the director?

A Mole? After the last time, it's somehow stupid for him to run into me,
us again. Well, either he's a masochist and likes it.

He was the new student in our class. He transferred to us from another school at the end
of the last school year. Always on his own, mostly sitting, silent, seemingly
not touching anyone, not attracting any attention to himself, no one even
noticed him, until it turned out that he had passed Mary from our class, who
was smoking in the school men's room with other guys. Her parents, who of course were called to school and threatened to expel her, gave her a lot of trouble. Not
only did he tell me about cigarettes, but he also added something that didn't happen, I
was already there, I know. That's when we took him to the square to
straighten out the guy's brain a little, and for Mary to return the favor.

"Listen, Mole, I've heard a rumor...That it was you who leaked me
to the director after all."

"H-how, wh-ho said so?"he asked nervously.

"So, Mr. Spoon turned you in," I was just busting his balls.

"Well, I...me..." he looked down at the floor and started to get more nervous.

"Well, you... you... What do you try to say?.. How wrong it was to set up a girl. Is there anything masculine about you other than what you pee on?... Why ain't you talking? You don't understand normal language, we already understand. So, it's useless to beat you, you like it, I think and I don't want to satisfy your preferences. Ok, if you want my attention I'll give it to you."

I boil at the moment from his impudence and take him by the skin.

"After school, do not rush to leave, we will have fun with you."

I look at him, small and puny, and at some point I feel sorry for him, but my hands are itching too. I also feel guilty that I fell for his prattle and went to sort things out with a new girl. She's good too, she stood up for him then, and he paid her with that coin over there.

After school, I catch him. "Are you in a hurry?"

This time we decided to move away from the city, find a more secluded place
for the planned performance, which was authored by Stas, and we all
supported him.

At first, I wanted to go alone, so that it would be fair, this time it was
purely my showdown, although last time the guys also did not interfere in any way,
they just acted as observers. This time, they also didn't want to miss this kind of spectacle, and I didn't deny them this pleasure.

He was silent all the way until we turned into a wooded lane.

"Guys, where are we going?"

"Start praying, Mole. May God absolve you of all your sins. Now is the perfect time," Stas said,
pushing him in the shoulder. I watched the scene in the mirror from my
driver's seat and could notice the fear in Mole's eyes.

Bastard!

We drove far into the forest to make sure we were safe.

"Get undressed!" I ordered.

"What do you mean?"

"Live broadcast. Naked! I won't repeat it a hundred times. Take everything off."

He obeys, covering his dick with his hands.

"You're so shy, I see," Egor said as he lit a cigarette, wincing with annoyance and anger.

"Well, let's begin." I turned to the guys when I saw that the Mole was already ready. He stood naked and shivering, either from cold or fear, still begging us to let him go.

The four of us turned on our phone cameras and started taking photos from all sides.

"Why are you so downcast? When you walk around and spread rumors from left to right, you're bolder, I see. Come on, show us your manhood, if you have it, of course!"

"Guys, I won't do it again, I get it," he pleads.

"What do you understand? Yeah, tell me here. You sang the same song to us last
time...by the way, since you're such a singer, let's have you sing to us. Come on, dance and
sing, and we'll be your loyal audience. You wanted our attention, get it... Dance, tw*t, and sing, come on," I was losing patience.

The Mole obeyed and began to perform something unintelligible in some gibberish,
while actually moving his body.

At this moment, he was pathetic. To be honest, I was beginning to regret that
we had decided to contact him again. But another voice inside me was trying to
explain what was happening, saying that it was his own fault for what
was happening to him right now.

"I hope you understand now what you shouldn't do. Get dressed and get the f*ck out of here! And if you do something else like that, this video will appear on the Internet. And don't say you weren't warned."

He tried to say something, but I didn't want to chat with him any more. I was disgusted with him. And I was angry with him that I had to be like this right now.

"You're free!" I snarled before he could say another word.