Tricked by the Hottest Girl at School

“I can’t believe he wears pants like a little kid!” laughed Amy. Again those words hit me deep.

“Open his shirt, Debbie, let’s have a proper look!”

Instinctively I flinched away, trying to avoid what Laura had just suggested but then gave up as Debbie quickly got her fingers around my tie, loosened it, letting it fall to the ground, and began working her way down the buttons of my school shirt.

The breeze felt cold, despite the heat of the day, as my chest, then tummy, and finally all of my stupid, skimpy red and blue stripy briefs were exposed. The girls were besides themselves as they took in the sight: me, a fifteen-year-old, year ten student, tied to a tree and gagged with his own shoe, wearing nothing but a shirt that was flapping open, his trousers that were pooled around his ankles, one shoe, and those incredibly childish red and blue pants. I could have happily died in that moment, just to escape.

For a few moments they all just stared at me, and I looked around fearfully at them. I was absolutely convinced their next move was surely to pull my pants down, or at least fondle my junk for a few seconds, maybe try to make me hard. But they didn’t — thank God! What they did do, however, was not a lot better. They pulled my crumpled trousers from my feet and threw them up into the next tree to me. Debbie then stepped behind me again and began to undo the knots holding my arms and legs in place. I thought she was going to untie them all the way but just before she did, she stopped.

“Now, don’t even think about telling a teacher about this,” she said, coming back around to look me in the eye. “If you do, we’ll have to get you again — believe me, we will — and this time we’ll pull your little boy pants down.”

She needn’t have threatened me; there was absolutely NO WAY I was going to tell ANYONE about this, EVER!

Still smirking and giggling, the girls all sauntered away, leaving me still tied up but with the knots loose enough that I could easily untie them when they’d gone.

Shaking, I reached behind my head and tried to undo my shoelaces. When they didn’t come free I just grabbed the shoe and angrily yanked it off my face, spiting my sock out and taking a much needed gasp of air. Miserably I set about gathering up my various discarded clothes, making sure to do my shirt back up first to hide as much of my pants as I could. Lastly, all that remained was my trousers. Peering into the tree top, I saw them at once, dangling from one of the middle branches. There was no way I could reach them by jumping so my only option was to climb.

It was harder than it looked to get a good footing. I hated to think what I must look like if anyone came around the corner and saw me: trouser-less, desperately wrestling with the trunk to get up to the first branch, my brightly coloured briefs flashing around as I struggled to get a foot hold. Eventually I managed it and scurried up to retrieve my precious trousers. With some effort I managed to put them back on whilst still in the tree and jumped back down.

I kept a very low profile for the rest of the day. Fortunately it was Friday and I didn’t have any lessons with those girls that afternoon, so it wouldn’t be ’til Monday that I’d have to see them again. When Monday came around, I made damn sure to wear my least embarrassing, plain black pair of briefs, just in case they tried to strip me again, but they never did. Occasionally when I was alone and they passed me, one of them would ask: “Got your red stripy pants on today, Sam?” but I didn't say anything, just hurried off and they stopped bringing it up after a while. I guess they didn’t want that day being talked about openly any more than I did. If I’d told a teacher, they could have got into a lot of trouble, but I didn’t.

I never told anyone about it, until now!