The Hungry Fence

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

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The Hungry Fence

Jacob had wandered away from the rest of the group. His entire eighth grade class weas visiting a working farm, but to him, it seemed like they were just free labor for the people who ran the place. There were plenty of animals, and he got to ride a horse for the first time in his life, but then there was ‘mucking out’ the stalls, hauling water, cleaning hooves, and other things.

The cows were interesting, but reaching beneath them to milk them seemed kind of gross. Same with the goats. And each of those groups of animals had their own chores that needed doing.

So when nobody was paying any attention to him, he walked behind the barn and kept going. There was a hill not far away, and beyond that a line of trees. He was smart enough to figure out that the trees probably lined a stream.

He was almost there when he came to an odd-looking fence. It was made of some kind of green wires that were spaced a foot apart, running from one support post to the next. And the weirdest thing was the sign he saw in the middle of each set of posts.

“Do Not Climb – The Fence Is ALWAYS Hungry!”

He could hear the stream on the other side, just past the row of trees. Occasionally a ripple caught the sun and reflected it back into his eyes. It was hot, he was thirsty. A little swim sounded like such a good idea.

He didn’t have a bathing suit, and had never in his life gone skinny-dipping, but nobody had followed him, so maybe today was the day to try something new. After all, that was the purpose of the school’s field trip – learning new things.

But first, he had to get past the fence. He walked to his right for several minutes. The same sign was hanging in the center between every two posts, which he guessed were about ten feet apart. Not seeing a fence or gate, he next wondered if it was electric.

He moved close and listened. He imagined that if it was electric, he’d hear it humming or something, but it was silent. He very cautiously moved the back of his hand towards one of the wires. He believed that if it was an electric fence that the shock would make him close his fist, thus breaking contact.

He touched it. Nothing. No spark, no sound, no shock. The wire had felt firm, like it could support his weight. “What a joke,” he said to himself. “All those signs just to scare people.”

He lifted a leg onto the bottom wire and gripped the top one with his hands and started climbing over.

In seconds, the wires changed somehow. Loops formed, encircling his wrists and ankles. He was held tight. Then another wire touched his shirt. Where it made contact, the fabric was pulled free and seemed to enter the wire. He struggled, trying to get loose, but the loops held him in place.

Other wires joined the one on his shirt. One attacked his socks, somehow slipping down inside his sneakers. Another was eating his shorts. He cried out for help as his clothes were disappearing.

His phone fell to the ground as the wire ate the fabric around the pocket. Followed by his house keys and change. His wallet fell from another pocket.

In a complete panic, he used all of his strength to pull free, but the wire didn’t stretch, bend, nor cut his skin. It simply held him firmly in place.

His boxers were quickly disappearing as the wires all converged on them. In just minutes, he was completely naked except for his sneakers and perhaps the bottoms of his socks. As quickly as the fence had grabbed him, the loops disappeared, and he fell on his bare butt.

“This can’t be real,” he said, again to himself. “I must be sleeping. I’ll wake up soon and everything will be fine.”

He read the sign for like the tenth time. “The Fence Is ALWAYS Hungry.” Impossible. Yet it had eaten his clothing. All of it. He gathered up his belongings that had been in his pockets. Now he had to carry them all in his hands, making it impossible to completely cover his middle.

“What the hell am I going to do now?”

He figured there were two answers. He could walk back, completely naked. Or he could sit here and wait for them to find him. Either way, his classmates were all going to see him.

“Stupid fucking fence,” he yelled. He spit on it. And just as suddenly, two wires grabbed his wrists and pulled him part way over the top. Two more held his ankles.

“What are you going to do now?” he asked. “You ate all my clothes.”

He suddenly saw a wire begin to grow wider and thicker. It quickly took the shape of a paddle. And he suddenly knew the answer to his question.

The first smack hurt, but not too much. The next one added to the pain. By the time it was up to ten, his ass was on fire. Still, it continued. Twelve, then fifteen, then twenty. The pain was too much, he began crying.

As his tears landed, the wires ran to where they fell, releasing him in the process. Others ‘licked’ the tears from his face as he stepped away. He realized then that the fence wasn’t just hungry, it was also thirsty. But one wire broke free and grabbed a wrist and pulled it behind his back. Then another did the other wrist. In seconds, the two wires had become a rope that held his wrists in place.

He’d had enough. He wasn’t going to wait to be found. Not as long as he was close to the fence.

As he reached the top of the hill, he saw about half of his classmates coming towards him. They had already spotted him, and there was no place to hide.

“Jacob Nelson is naked!” they roared as they rushed towards him, laughing so hard they could hardly run.

He was naked, and hard, and they all could see it. Suddenly he felt the binding on his wrists go away. Something landed on the ground between his feet, and he saw a length of the green wire turn into a wheel and start rolling back towards the fence.

Before he could move his arms, boys held him in place, allowing the girls with them to see what a boy of thirteen looks like naked. They laughed and teased him for several minutes before letting him go.

“Where are your clothes,” Judy asked.

“The fence ate them.” He pointed.

“I’ll bet there’s a stream back there behind those trees,” Adam said. “I’ll also bet he went swimming naked and somebody took his clothes.”

“Yeah, that’s what happened,” Jacob said. After all, who would believe him. “But those kids are gone. If you want to go swimming, be my guest.”

“Yeah, so that you can steal my clothes and I have to return to the bunk house naked,” Adam responded. “I’m not stupid. Besides, I thought you said the fence ate them.”

“I did. I’m going back. Will any of you give me anything to wear?” He looked around at the sixteen kids. None of them offered him anything. Not even a shirt. “Okay. I’ll go like I am. But I dare any of you to climb the fence and go for a swim.”

He began walking, and the other kids surrounded him, laughing at the idea the rest of the class was also going to see him. None of them noticed when Adam held back.

A few of the kids with him had run ahead to tell the others he was naked and to get rid of the adults. He was brought around the back of the barn, where the rest of them spent several minutes gawking at him. Finally, he was able to run to the boy’s bunk house and grab fresh clothes from his suitcase.

It was about an hour later when a very naked Adam Westmont caused another brief commotion. Jacob waited for them to finish making fun of him. A few minutes later Adam managed to get free of them and made his way to the bunk house.

“I told you,” he began. “The fence ate my clothes.”

“Just shut up,” was all Adam had to say. As he bent over to grab some new clothing from his suitcase, Jacob saw his ass was bright red.

“You yelled at the fence, didn’t you. And it paddled you, just like it did with me.” He lowered his pants and turned around to show his ass to Adam.

“You could have warned me not to do that,” the boy said.

The two of them had to put up with fifteen other boys teasing them all evening long, and the next day, girls joined in on the bus ride back to school.

There, everyone was quick to tell other kids in school how Jacob and Adam had gone skinny-dipping and lost all their clothes.

Neither one of them denied the story. After all, who would believe a story about a hungry fence?

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