Adultsonly

The next story is only for adults and unsuitable for minors.

The story deals with children, nudity, children being spanked and
subjected to other harsh punishment.

People who object that should stop the reading of the story right
now.

The author does not approve or condone abuse against children. It
is not only immoral but a crime.

The next story is completely fictitious.







The knight in his not so shiny armor.

	Nick was a little scared. You have the right to be scared when
you are only half dressed, in a cold iron cage hanging from a
rusty chain at about nine feet from the floor. You have the right
to be scared when the door of the cage is secured with a genuine
old lock, and is located in a cold, damp and dark dungeon. And
you have to be scared when your father promised you a "good
punishment for your actions".

	Nick thought that the punishment he will receive, whatever it
would be, would be unfair and unjustified.

	-The worst is that Jimmy will escape unpunished. -He thought,
shivering. The place was quite cold. -He is the responsibly for
this. For God, we were only playing. -

	The trouble was barely a day old. Nick was enjoying a brief
spring break of his school, and the 10 year old, invited his
classmate Jimmy, the same age, to sleep in his home. Although it
was already spring, the weather was quite cold, so Nick's mom let
Jimmy to wear one of the "bright thermal" pajamas of his son. The
set of long pants and long sleeve shirt had an outer layer of
silver shiny fabric, which the manufacturer claimed to "help
retain the body heat, even in the coldest of the places, keeping
the kids warm and comfortable". Jim did like to wear those and
play that he was a robot or an astronaut.

 	The boys planned, after Nick's parents retire to sleep, to
watch the late night movies in a little T.V. that Nick found in
the attic and managed to sneak it into his room, but the play of
the day tired them, so they slept like logs.

	The boys slept until late. When they got up, to look for
breakfast, they kept on the pajamas. After some T.V. and comics,
Nick proposed to Jimmy to play "astronauts". They played for a
while, discovering worlds and fighting with aliens. Later Jimmy
suggested Nick that the pajamas look like the armor of the
knights, so they can fight like them. They fought with their
swords (broom handles), until Nick's mom had to got out to solve
some business. She told the boys to stay inside the house and
don't mess... too much. Besides Nick's dad would be home soon.

	Then the trouble began. As the knights let their swords to cool
off, to drink some soda, Jimmy said there was enough fight and
one of the knights should lost the fight, and be taken captive to
the castle of his enemy, where he would be subjected to torture.

	The two boys thought there was a great idea, but both refused to
be the loser. They kept daring each other, laughing, until Jimmy
agreed to be the defeated knight, if Nick promised to take his
turn, too.

	Nick used a shoelace to tie together Jimmy's hands at his back,
as the two boys giggled. Then he used his pike (another broom
handle) to push the boy toward the dungeon of the castle (the
basement of the house), while keeping in his hands a rope tied to
the waist of Jimmy.

	Once in the spooky dungeon of the castle, Knight Nicholas tied
the hands of the kid in front of his body and tied the rope to
the wrists. The rope was thrown over the beams of the roof. Nick
then recovered the rope, raising the arms and the body of Jimmy,
until the boy was on his tiptoes.

	After made sure the ties weren't too tight, Nick did slid his
hands under the shirt of Jimmy and began to tickle him. The boy
did run his fingers up and down the chest and belly of the kid,
making him laugh hard and balance over his toes. He later slid up
the shirt of the boy and covered his head with it and began to
tickle the entire torso, specially the armpits and sides. He
didn't stop until the cheeks of Jimmy weren't covered with tears
and the boy moaned laughing that "my belly hurts".

	Then Jimmy told Nick he should tie him to the "torture table"
(the workbench) to continue with the torture. Jimmy finished to
take off the shirt of the pajama and after a brief hesitation,
while Nick prepared some rope, he did slid down the pants of the
pajama, giggling. The boy was nude, and when Nick saw him, began
giggling too and began to chase him to tease and tickle him more.
As Nick tried to explain his mother later, he noticed just then
that Jimmy wasn't wearing underwear. They had changed in the
bathroom and for Nick were normal to wear briefs and sometimes
undershirt with the pajamas.

	Jimmy, giggling, was trying to cover his groin and escape, as
Nick, giggling too, tickled him all over his body. Finally Jimmy
sat and lay over the workbench, and opening his arms and legs,
told Nick to tie him "spread eagle" style. Following his
instructions, Nick tied the extremities to the corners of the
workbench, securing the ropes around wrists and ankles and under
the table. Jimmy told him he "had play that game several times,
with his older brother and friends". The boy made Nick to stretch
the ropes a couple of times, because the goal was to "made me as
stretched, taut, unable to move and defenseless as possible. At
last, my brother says that".

	After the tying, Nick watched the naked body of Jimmy. Although
wasn't new for him to undress for change uniform for P.E. on
school, he had never the opportunity of watch carefully to body
of another boy. Watching the svelte body, the soft skin of the
belly, the long legs and arms, stretched and bounded, he thought
it was a nice looking body. The boy questioned Jimmy if he was
ready. Jimmy, after squirmed several times, to verify if the
ropes were tight enough, answered yes and nervously, told the kid
"to continue the torture". He approached to the bound kid
giggling and trying to look ominously.

	The door of the basement opened and Nicholas, Nick's dad came
inside, asking casually, what they were playing. Nick noticed
that he forgot to close the door by inside, what would give them
some time to react. He thought that his giggling make them unable
to hear the man arrive.

	When the man looked at the boys, he stay quiet for a second and
then called his son by his full name, Nicholas, too. Nick knew
that when his father used that name instead, he was in a trouble.

	Jimmy was untied and both boys were taken upstairs and ordered
to be fully clothed as fast as they can. Later, both kids
suffered a series of long scolds, first by Nicholas alone and
later with Eva, Nick's mom too. Finally, Nick was ordered to stay
in his room, until his parents let him out, and Jimmy, with his
stuff, did stay in the living room waiting for his parents.

	By his room, Nick was able to watch Jimmy seated in the car of
his father, alone, and he heard some people talking in the living
room, but cannot understand what they said.

	When Jimmy and his dad left, Nick's parents questioned and
scolded him several more times. The kid tried to explain that it
was only a game and how they came to that, continuously
interrupted by his parents. When they finished, the boy fell in
his bed, wanting to cry. He didn't want to harm his friend and
neither to touch his genitals. He only wanted to tickle Jimmy a
little more...

	Nick thought he would be left without dinner, but was wrong. It
was worst: they had the meal in a completely and ominous silence.
The boy felt better when they let him to leave the table. Once
again in his room, Nicholas told the boy he would receive a harsh
punishment... on the workplace. The kid begged and whimpered but
in vain. He was ordered to get in bed and sleep, because
tomorrow, early, he would be taken to the museum, where he would
receive a "good punishment for your actions".

	Once in bed, Nick was as puzzled as when his dad announced the
punishment. Nicholas worked as historian and artisan in the
"Castle of Novs". The castle was formerly the residence of the
royal family of the Novs, and old dynasty that ruled the country
until the 1800's as a kingdom, being the sons of the family the
heirs (on different degrees) of the Throne, as kings. This lasted
until a revolution declared a democratic government, with the
royal family being ousted of the country. The castle was used as
the seat of the government and finally, as a history museum. The
boy cannot understand why his dad, a respected worker in the
castle would want to punish him there.

	Next morning, Nick was waked up early. His mom prepared him
breakfast as his dad made some phone calls. When the father
appeared, Nick didn't dare to ask him about the punishment. A bit
later, they got in the car to the trip to the castle in the
skirts of the city.

	Soon they arrived to the old rocky castle. Nick enjoyed the
visits there. He liked to see the history of the country and the
old implements of old ages, but as they entered through the
employee door and in front of the guards of the museum, Nick
wondered why he felt then the castle so dark and ominous.

	The boy was taken along the open corridors to the areas closed
to the public. Nicholas used an electronic lock to gain access to
a place Nick did never see. The boy only knew that there were
some places with "controversial content", which only employees
can visit. Once inside a dark corridor, Nicholas pushed a wooden
door and entered into a weakly illuminated room. Nick shivered
and got goose pimples: he didn't like what he can saw. It was a
real dungeon. Some frightening machines were barely visible
between the shadows and right in front of him was a cage hanging
from the ceiling. Nick watched nervously his father. What he
would do?

	Inside the room was a young man, an assistant to his father that
Nick knew, called Paul. He greeted father and son. His father
greeted him and turned to Nick.

	-Nick, this is a room locked because we use it to store
materials not suitable for public display. For example, -Nicholas
said, indicating a machine. -It is a real torture machine. I
would want to test it on your body. -

	-Dad... -Nick protested, feeling increasingly nervous.

	-There is other controversial material here, but what I am
interested on, right now, is this: the royal holder. -The man
said, indicating an ominous wooden machine. -It is called that
way because was used to hold securely in place the sons of the
kings when they deserve punishment. And you are going to be
punished there, Nick. -

	Nick understood why they were there.

	-Dad, please... we were only playing... -

	-No more, Nick. But now, the first part of the punishment. -

	-Fir... first part? -Asked Nick, getting scared.

	The man grinned, closed and locked the door, to avoid intent of
escape from the kid.

	-First part. In this cage were held enemies of the king -He
said, looking to the cage. -Now you will be held in there. Remove
your clothes. -

	-Eh? -

	-You hear me. You will be locked inside. Take your clothes, now.
-

	-Dad, you cannot... -Said the boy, whimpering. -

	-Oh, the little boy. I can and I will do it. -

	Nick turned to Paul. The man smiled.

	-When your dad orders something, you have to obey. -Said the
young man. -He told me, you misbehave badly yesterday. -

	-Dad... -

	-Lat time Nick. I wouldn't repeat the order. -

	Nick knew he was lost. He took off his sweater and shirt.

	-Dad. Paul... -

	-Don't worry about him. He is a man, too. -
	He removed his under shirt, shivering with the cold air. When he
took off his socks, the cold slabs of rock of the floor almost
burn his feet.

	-Dad, it is cold here. -The boy moaned, jumping over one foot
and another.

	-But not as cold as our basement, eh? -The man said. Nick low
his head and remove his pants. He looked at his father, with the
hands over the waist of his green stripped boxers.

	-Nice boxers. -Joked Paul.

	-You can keep them, Nick. -Nicholas ordered. -Climb into the
cage. -

	Nick did examine the cage. It was made of wide, thick bars of
iron. The floor was made of thinner bars, making it
uncomfortable. It looked very old, the same as the lock of the
wide door. The chain that suspended it was equally old. Nicholas
raised the boy from his armpits and pushed it into the cage, legs
first. The boy fell over the bars. When he was able to stand, was
late. The man was closing the door. Nick grabbed the bars.

	-Dad... -The boy began to sob. -Let me out, please... -

	The old lock squeak when the man turned the key.

	-Um! I hope I can open this thing again. -The man joked, looking
at Nick.

	-Let me out, dad... -

	The two men began manipulating an object on the wall. An
electric motor sounded and the cage began to climb. Nick, scared,
noticed the chain was winded around a winch.

	-Dad... let me down... -

	-Don't worry, Nick. In the old times, this was working by
muscular force. Now it is electric. It won't fall. I hope... -

	The two men worked with the mechanism.

	-Okay, Nick. You will stay there for a couple hours. -Nicholas
said. -I have work to do. When I return, we will talk about your
punishment. -

	The two men headed for the door.

	-Dad! Don't go... Take me down... -Shouted Nick, sobbing.

	-Good bye, Nick. -The man said, grinning. -Don't go away. -

	As the door closed, the boy kept shouting, until realized nobody
was lesson. He did stay sobbing several minutes. He thought he
was feeling as the enemies of the king, locked in a cold dungeon,
inside a cage. And he was hanging several feet high. The floor
looked so far. What if that cage fell?

	As the minutes did run, Nick can saw better and the better
vision of the machines, made him even more afraid. What if his
dad really wanted to put him in those frightening machines? And
besides, the dungeon was full of strange noises. The boy kept
looking to all sides, afraid to see a ghost or something worse.

	Feeling cold, Nick moved a little, but stopped as the cage began
to oscillate and the supports of the rusty chain began to squeak
ominously. The lock of the door clicked and Nicholas did enter,
followed by his assistant.

	-Dad, please, can you take me down, please? -Asked the boy,
hopeful, sticking to the bars of the cage.

	-Of course, Nick. After all, you have to take the second part of
the punishment. -Said the man.

-Oh, dad... -Said the boy as the men manipulated the winch to
bring the cage down.

As soon he opened the door, the man grabbed the boy by the neck
and dragged him next "the royal holder". This machine was mainly
a frame of heavy lumber, holding three smaller frames. The lower
frame was directly over a wooden board where the punished stand.
Two leather shackles, which can move to open or close the legs of
the prisoner, were fitted to that frame. The second frame,
higher, showed a cushion where the belly of the punished goes. A
leather belt prevented the belly from separate from the cushion.
The third frame, the highest, had two shackles, mobile too, to
held wrists. The three frames had a system of screws to be
adjusted to people of different heights. Nick watched a big
wooden board over the machine. In golden characters he did read
"Ut rector nosco poena" (So leaders know punishment).

-I will put you here now, boy. -Nick's dad said. -Take your
boxers down. -

-Dad... I don't want to... and we're with... -He said, nervously.


-Don't worry about Paul. He is used to. -The man said. -It is not
your choice. Take them down now, or it will be worse. -

-Don't stop for me, Nick. -Paul said grinning. -I saw aborigines
naked all the time. -

Nick hesitated, but a look at his father's face told him there
was noting to do. The boy took down his green boxers and handed
them to his father and put his hands over his groin. The man took
the boy and put him against the cushion.

-Dad, please. Would you give me a spanking... off this thing?...
Please... As long as you want... - Begged the boy.

-Of course it will be as long as I want, but it will be on the
machine. -

Nicholas made Nick spread a little his legs and closed the
shackles around the ankles. He took his time to tighten them
well. The second frame was adjusted so the cushion was a bit over
the groin of the boy. Nick's dad pressed the body of the kid
against the cushion, before close the belt.

-Dad! You're squeezing me! It is too tight! -Shouted Nick.

-Stop moaning, little boy. -

The wrists shackles were rigid by the years, but they were still
useful. Nick noticed the second frame was a bit ahead of the
three, to make the part to be punished, the butt, prominent.

-Look, Paul. How pale they are. I am going to tan them a little.
-Said Nicholas, giving a fast slap to Nick's bottom.

-Auu! Dad... -Nick moaned. And he thought. -And Paul talked about
him. I don't want him to see me naked. -

The man adjusted the screws to get taut the body of the kid.
Those screws squeaked ominously.

-Dad! Stop! -Shouted Nick, feeling the stretch. He tried to move,
but cannot. The machine was doing a very good job. Nick knew it
wouldn't take too long for him to begin to sob.

-Guess what I brought, Nick. -Said Nicholas, showing a whip with
a short wide leather piece. -The original tool that came with the
machine. The same one that slapped the royal bottoms. Are you
ready, boy? -

-Noo! Dad! -

-Too bad. -Said the man. -Nick, you should be proud. You are
being punished in the very same machine used to discipline the
king's sons. There will be ten for you. -

-Slap! Slap! -

-Ahh! Ouu! -

-Slap! Slap! Slap! -

-Auu! Ahh! Ahh!... Please dad, stop! -The boy said, sobbing. The
hits hurt like an electric shock and then burn like fire.

-Slap! Slap!Slap! -

-Ouuch! Aiie! Aiie! No more, no more... -Screamed the kid,
feeling his butt on fire and with a pain he didn't knew before.
He squirmed trying to escape, but the centuries-old shackles were
still working.

-Slap! Slap! -

-Ahh! Aiie! Stop dad, please... -Said the kid, gasping and
sobbing, with tears running free. -Please... -

-It's okay Nick. It's over. It's over. -Said Nicholas

-Is it... over, dad? -The kid managed to say.

-Yes, it is over. -

The kid was kept on the machine for some minutes. The tears kept
flowing. The pain didn't disappear like in other hits, but came
and went, like the waves on the sea. The kid thought he shouldn't
notice a lighted match in his butt. It felt on fire. Finally the
boy was untied from the machine. He swept some tears with a hand
and rubbed his buttocks with the other.

-Can... can we go home now? -He said, still sobbing.

-Not now, Nick. You have the third part of the punishment. -

-More? Dad... it's enough. No more... -The kid said whimpering,
shocked. More punishment?

-Of course yes. It is the last step. -Said the man, dragging the
boy by the neck.

-You see, Nick. -Said Paul, festive. -You must behave. Little
brats receive full punishment. -

The man opened the door and pushed the boy to the public areas of
the museum.

-Dad! I'm naked! -

-Don't worry. We're alone. It's still closed. -Said the father.
-But soon it will open. -

Nick was dragged across half the museum, toward the armor
section. Nick liked that place, full with the armors that knights
and kings used around the ages. The armors were aligned along the
walls and cards over them indicated who they belong to. He was
put in front of one of the little armor, one of the used by
children or teens, taken apart. Although his smallness, it was
meticulously worked. The metal wasn't shiny, but was decorated
with lots of details.

-Nick, as you know, this is the armor used by His Royal Highness
Frank III, who wore it as a prince, when he was 10 years old.
Now, you will use it. -Nick's dad said. The boy saw his dad,
puzzled.

The armor was on display, so a number of clamps kept it upright.
That moment only the legs were on their place, with clamps
holding them to the wall. Surprisingly, the men took Nick by the
arms, raising him in the air. Nick bent his legs when taken over
the legs of the armor. He didn't want to be put inside.

-Nick, put your legs inside or it's back to the holder. -The man
shouted.

-I won't... -

-Now, kid. -

Finally, Nick had to slip his legs inside the metal suit. It was
cold and had some rough edges that hurt him a little. It wasn't
made to be worn without other protective clothes inside. They
cover just about the groin of the boy. Nick thought he looked
ridiculous on them. The men took a piece made of metal scales
over a leather harness that resembling a short skirt and
adjusted, with belts around the waist of Nick covering from there
to half thigh. The boy began to whimpering, but that didn't stop
the men to adjust the chest and back pieces, along with the armor
for the arms. Then came the leather/metal gloves that Nick found
surprisingly agile.

-Look, Nick. The armor was kept together over the body of the
user with some brass pins in the unions of the sections. -Said
the man, showing some little brass padlocks. -But I will now use
some padlocks. You will not be able to undress alone. -

-Dad... -

The man put the padlocks on their places, closing them, uniting
the armor. He also hooked the arms, back and neck of the armor to
the clamps.

-Here is the royal helmet. -Said Paul showing the piece.

-Take care of your nose. -Said Nick's dad, as he slipped the
helmet on the head of the kid. Then he put another padlock and
clamped the helmet to the wall. The open visor let the pale face
of the boy to be seen from outside.

-Okay, Nick. How do you feel it? Those are about forty pounds of
steel. -Said the man, grinning. -Look, Paul. If it weren't for
the clamps he would be able to walk. -

-It is uncomfortable, dad. -The kid said. -Can we go now, dad? -

-Of course we will go... but in about... -The man said, looking
his watch. -...eight hours, more or less. You will become part of
the exhibition, for this day. -

-What? -The boy looked shocked and paler.

-You like to wear an armor, don't you, Nick? Well, now you are in
a real armor, and the people will be able to watch that. -

The boy tried to smile. It was surely a joke from his dad. That
cannot happen in a museum. The man seemed to reed his mind.

-It is not a joke, Nick. It is very real. -

-You cannot let me in... -Whimpered the kid. -Take me out,
please, dad... -

-Of course I can. You are being punished. Do you remember that? -

-The people are going to see me... and I am naked... -

-Don't worry for the people. They would not see you. They will
see only a boy's armor with the visor low. -

-They will see me... And if I move? -

-Well if you move, we the staff will say there is an occult
mechanism in the armor, to make the exhibition more realistic. -

-The guards... -Whimpered the boy. -You cannot put me... -

-I can for sure. Nick, in this moment, all the staff, guards and
the other people know you are here to be punished. You are not
the first boy to be punished in the museum. We think our
ancestors have efficient tools to discipline children and we have
the knowledge and opportunity to use them. -Said Nicholas.

-He was not the first! -Nick thought. -All was well planned... -

-I will shout and the people... -Said the boy.

-If you shout, the people will noticing you and a scandal will
blow. You will be in the center of the scandal and I can lose the
job. -Said Nicholas, calmly. -The newspaper will cover that. Do
you really want that? -

The boy knew he was well caught.

-Dad... please... -

-We will take care of you, and won't let anyone to disturb you.
Your body is covered totally with the armor, exception of your
face that we are going to cover with the slotted visor. With it
nobody will see your face. And to avoid anyone to lift the visor,
I will put another padlock See you in a while, Nick. -The man
shut closed the visor and Nick saw his fingers putting the
padlock and then, gave a strong blow to the helmet, which
resonated in Nick's head. He heard the steps of the father.

-Daad... don't go... -Sobbed the boy.

-Shut up, Nick. The visitors will be here any minute. -

The boy, shaking began to wait for the visitors.

The museum was cold. Nick didn't know if he was shivering of the
cold or of the fear. But when the visiting hours began, the
display lamps turned on. The metal got hot. Soon Nick was
sweating a lot.

The slotted visor let Nick saw outside, but supposedly will avoid
the people to see him. When he heard some steps, the fear did
grow and his heart began pumping harder. He felt a ball in his
stomach.

-Please, don't let they see me, God, please! -

To his surprise the visitors were his father and Jimmy and his
dad. They went directly toward the armor, Jimmy dragging by his
dad.

-Nick, we bring Jimmy to watch you. -Nicholas opened the visor.
The two boys watched at their faces. Nick thought Jimmy looked
very unhappy. -We told him, you will stay here some hours. -

Jimmy was taken out of the room by his father.

-Dad, please, take me out from here. I won't play with Jimmy
anymore. -

-You will get out in some hours. -Nicholas said, closing the
visor, and leaving.

Soon, for the horror of Nick came the visitors, some groups
escorted by the guides. Nick noticed, relieved, that few people
got interested in his armor, but that the guides kept an eye on
him. But some people wanted information on that armor. The guide,
in front of the boy's armor talked about it. Nick, inside, felt
as if the people were looking directly at him, being nude.

-When was the armor used for last time? -A woman asked.

-Approximately, three hundred years ago. -Said the guard.

-Error. -Though Nick. -It is in use now. -

Being unable to move, the muscles of Nick cramped. When they
relaxed, the boy, feeling overwhelmed by the heat, fell
intermittently in lethargy. He felt as the visits and the minutes
lasted days. He awoke fully when his dad entered. Maybe he would
be set free. The visor was opened.

-Dad, take me out. -



-Not yet. It is only half day. Take this. It is lunch time and we
are alone. -He said, looking for something in a big bag and
offering him the straw of a bottle of beverage. The boy, feeling
very thirsty soon finished two bottles of the liquid.

-Dad, I'm dehydrating. It is too hot here. -Said the boy. Only
half day!

-Extra punishment. You deserve it. Now sip this. -Nicholas said.
Nick drank some tomato soup.

-Dad. I have to go to the bathroom. -Said Nick, hoping to have an
opportunity. -I have to pee. -

-Don' worry kid. I'm prepared. -Said Nicholas. He began to work
on the waist of the armor, giving Nick more hope. Suddenly, the
boy gasped. Something had touched his penis: the fingers of his
father.

-Did you wonder how the knights went to the bathroom? The armor
has a kind of fly, covered with leather and steel. -The man got a
big bottle of the bag. With his fingers he inserted the penis of
Nick in the opening of the bottle. It was the worst moment for
the boy. His father never had touched his penis, until then. He
felt abuse. It was too much. Some tears run down his cheeks.

-Come on, kid. Don't exaggerate! -Nicholas said. -You want to pee
or not? -

The kid closed his eyes and tried. He cannot.

-Do you want or not? -

-I cannot!... -Shouted the boy, ashamed. The man kept the bottle
in there, a bit more, until finally, a warm stream flowed from
the little penis.

The boy remembered, embarrassed that only a years ago, Nicholas
prohibited him to put his thing inside a bottle neck, because it
was a sin, it can get stuck and the doctors would punish him, if
he has to visit them for help. And now his own father managed his
thing inside a bottle.

-The things I have to do... -The man said, wiping his hands with
a moist towel, after closing the bottle.

Nick also wanted to poo, but he decided to say noting. He didn't
want to know what his father prepared for that.

After a little more beverage, the man looked at his watch. Time
to go.

-See you later, kid. -The man said, closing the visor.

-Dad, it is enough... -

-Only half day remains, Nick. -Nicholas said, striking the helmet
again. And leave, while Nick felt worse than ever. The wait began
again.

Near the end of the visiting hours, Nick was exhausted, covered
by sweat. Some time ago he gave up and let the clamps to hold him
upright. The last group of visitors came in. They did spread
around the room, examining the exhibitions. Nick has noticed that
children felt attracted by the smaller armors.

-Maybe they dream to be inside. -He thought. -If they know... -

A little boy, about 5 years, got near the armor and examined it.
Surprised, Nick made eye contact with the little. The visor
stopped the sight of tall people, but from the point of view of
the little kid, he can saw inside.

-Mommy. -The boy talked. A young woman came.

-Mommy, inside the suit is a boy. -He said. The woman took the
kid in her arms and they looked at the armor. Nick closed his
eyes.

-Don't let her to see inside. Please God, don't let her. -Prayed
Nick with his heart pumping hard.

-Yes, dear. -She said. -When they went to the war, the boys got
in there. My, you would look brave and handsome inside. -

-No, mommy. There is a boy now. -

-I don't think so, David. -She put down the boy and did hold his
hand. The people were walking to other room. -Let's go. -

-But mom, I saw... -The boy insisted as being dragged by his
mother. Nick opened his eyes and watched the little boy staring
at the armor until he move to other room.

Finally, the lights turned off and Nicholas appeared and did
disassemble the armor. He raised the boy and did help him to
stand. The boy looked awful.

-Um! We will have to dry this before tomorrow. -He said.
-Dad, can we go home now, please? -

-Yes, Nick, in some minutes. -Nicholas said. He took a blanket
and wrapped the boy in it and made him put on his shoes, that he
had brought. He led the boy to the exit, crossing between the
guards, who seemed not to noticing him.

The boy felt better in the cold outside air. The father indicated
the car.

-Get inside the car, Nick. I will be with you in just a second. -

The boy was happy to be able to sit and rest. When he climbed and
sat, he noticed what he took for clothes was Jimmy, covered with
a blanket too and sank on the seat. At the lights of outside
lamps, he looked pale and tired.

-What happened Jimmy? -The kid did ask. -You look awful. -

-You neither look very well. -He answered. -They punished me,
too. After we look at you, we went to the shop of the museum. My
dad made me undress and tied me to something that looked like a
wheel of the wagons of the old west. -

-What he did? -Asked Nick, a bit shocked.

-He tied me spread eagle. I asked him to stop, but he said it
seemed that I liked to be that way. Your dad and mine hang the
wheel high from the ceiling. Later they made the wheel to spin.
It did spin a lot of times. I beg them to stop, but they didn't.
I got dizzy and had to vomit. But they kept the wheel spinning.
They stopped, but later began again. I vomit until my stomach was
empty. -The boy continued. -They kept the wheel spinning; I kept
the nausea, but vomit nothing more. My stomach did hurt. Finally,
they untied and I have to clean the room. I almost cannot keep on
my feet. I felt the room spinning. Then, they took me to a
dungeon and put me on chains. I was there for hours, in the dark.
And they said that... that... -

-That what? -Asked Nick, surprised.

-That tomorrow will be your time on the wheel and my turn on the
armor. -Said the boy, almost crying.

The adults finally came and climbed in the car. Nobody wanted to
talk. When the car arrived to the house of Jimmy, the father had
to help the boy to get down of the car.

-Goodbye, Nicholas. -He said. -See you tomorrow. Goodbye, Nick. -

-See you tomorrow, James. -

-Guess what, Nick? -Said Nicholas to the boy. -I think you will
find "the wheel" amusing. Tomorrow you will see. -

Nick did low his head.

-Tomorrow. -He thought. -I don't want tomorrow to arrive... -

The end.




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