The Cost of a Lie

By Aldric

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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.

The Cost of a Lie

“Fred Green. Fancy meeting you here.”

I panicked immediately. Walter Wagner hated me. He’d bullied me for years. And a month ago, I’d finally told on him.

“Leave me alone. You know I’ll tell. You’ll get in trouble again.”

“Ahh, yes, the telling. You’re just a little coward. I never even hurt you and you know it.”

“You broke my nose!” I knew then I should have stayed quiet.

“As you said to your parents. But we both know the truth, don’t we. I never hit you in the face. And the one to your chest wasn’t hard enough to even knock down a skinny little boy like you. You took a fall, only you tripped over a rock and landed on your face. You broke your nose, not me. But I got punished for it. Paddled by my dad, me and Aaron. You got to watch. I’ll bet you had a boner seeing the two of us get it over our bare asses.”

Aaron was his brother. At thirteen, he was a year younger than me and Walt. And the truth is, I did lie about him breaking my nose. It happened pretty much like he said. Only I didn’t take a fall, the punch to my chest did hurt. But the rest of his accusation was the truth.

“And I’ll tell again unless you leave me alone.” It’s hard to sound convincing when you’re so scared you are nearly peeing yourself. “I’ll get hurt, but I’ll enjoy watching your punishment again. And no, I didn’t have an erection.”

That was another lie. I did get hard. I have no idea why, I’m not gay. But seeing them naked from the waist down somehow made my dick stand up.

“I’ve had kids watching for you. Finding out where you go. And here we are. I’m really hoping you do tell on me again.”

But then he smiled. “But this time, there will be no blood. No bruises. Just you. Strip and it will be over in an hour. Make us strip you and it will be along, horrible day for you. And when it does end, please, go ahead and tell.”

“You can’t leave me naked….”

“No talk. You are going to end up naked. Your clothes will be hidden, I’ll even tell you where they are. Take the easy path and strip yourself. Otherwise, forcing us to strip you comes at a cost.”

I turned to run and found Mitch Bell and his brother Tim behind me. They were also 14 and 13. Four to one, but I was bound and determined to do what I could to avoid being stripped. As I started a punch towards Mitch, Walt grabbed my arm from behind. The rest was over quickly.

Now I was naked except for my shoes. They dragged me because I refused to walk to a spot nearer to one of the main trails through the woods. And then I saw my fate.

Two trees across from each other, each with two cotton ropes tied to it, one about shoulder level, the other about ankle high. And standing between them were two girls. Friends of Walt and Mitch. Cindy Smith and Jen Adams were the same age as us. And they smiled and laughed as I was dragged between the two trees totally naked.

The boys held me while the girls pulled slip knots over my wrists and ankles, pulling them tight. Then I was let go. There was no way I could possibly free myself.

“Look, he’s getting hard,” Cindy laughed. “We’re going to stick around for a few minutes and watch it rise all the way and begin to twitch.”

“Fine. He wouldn’t strip, so he’ll be here until someone unties him.” Walt looked at me and smiled. “And I do hope he tells. Your clothes will be back where we found you. Off the trail to the north, that is, to the right from here, hidden under a fallen tree and covered with leaves.”

“He sure picked the wrong day to tie himself up,” Jen said. “We just happened to be walking by and thought we heard a noise. I think he was planning on getting you and Aaron in trouble again. I think you’re right; he enjoyed watching the two of you get paddled. But since me and Cindy believe you never hit him, we’re going to watch him for a few minutes and then leave.”

Now I knew the plan. I was supposed to tell. In fact, it would hard not to considering the only way I could get free was if someone else untied me. But I was sure that Walt, Aaron, Mitch, Tim, and the two girls had alibis. And since I knew where my clothes were, and that I was tied with slip knots, it would be hard to prove they did it.

But everyone, especially my parents and friends, knew how modest I was. I never even went shirtless, not even in the pool. They would believe me if I said someone else did it. Like the Wagner and Bell brothers. Maybe I’d get to see Mitch and Tim get paddled on their bare butts too.

“One more thing before his clothes go to where he hid them,” Cindy continued. She reached behind her and picked up a small child’s bucket.

She and Jen walked up to me. I had no idea what the bucket was for. Inside was a pair of scissors with a green handle. Jen held the bucket under me while Cindy used the scissors to trim my pubic hair as close to the skin as possible. It took several minutes, as she was careful not to cut me. I almost shot as she used her free hand to move my dick a couple of times.

They stepped back, laughing. “Now he looks like a little boy,” Jen laughed. “Take these with his clothes and dump them out.” The bucket, with the scissors inside, were handed to Aaron and he and his brother and the two Bell boys headed back down the trail they had forced me to take.

Jen and Cindy stayed for a minute or so, watching my dick jerk up and down and enjoying the view. Then Cindy warned that they needed to be out of the area before anyone else found me. They ran off to the main trail laughing.

I struggled, but that only resulted in pulling the slip knots tighter. I was trapped. But the scissors might be my out. It would have Cindy’s finger prints on them. I could prove she did it. Once I was free of course. Until then, I wondered how other kids would react to seeing me naked. My hope was that they would feel sorry for me and free me. My fear was that they would stand and laugh and call other kids to come and laugh at me.

I won’t relate how the next four hours went except to say that scores of kids, boys and girls, saw me, laughed at me, and left me. From as young as about 9 or 10 to as old as 16, I gave them a show they very much enjoyed. A few times, one of them wanted to take a picture, but others warned them not to. At least I didn’t have to fear having pictures of me naked posted on social media somewhere.

I guessed it was around 2 p.m. when my next-door neighbors found me. Glen Wilson, my age, his sister Tracy, 13, and another early teen who lived across the street, Beth Sanders, stared at me for several long seconds.

“Who did this?” Tracy asked.

The Wagner and Bell brothers,” I responded. “Please untie me.”

“I don’t think they’d be as obvious as this,” Glen said. “It looks like you tied yourself up. Are you trying to get them in trouble again?”

“No, they did it. They wanted it to look like that. Walt even told me he wanted me to tell.” None of them had made a move to untie me yet.

“Just tell us the truth,” Glen suggested. “You can lie to your parents; we’ll back you up.”

Afraid they would leave me if I didn’t say I did it to myself, I changed my story from truth to lie.

“That’s what I thought,” Glen nodded. He loosened the slip knot on my right wrist. “The girls want to see you jack off,” he said. “We’ll undo the other knots once you show them.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Glen wasn’t a friend, not really, even though we shot baskets and I was often invited to share the pool in his backyard. But he was never a bully either.

“You know you need to do it,” he continued. “Or, we could tie that wrist back up and come back in an hour and ask you again.”

The girls said nothing, but I could see the hope in their eyes. I wanted to be free. And he was right, I really needed to do it. I grabbed my twitching dick and began. I thought for as long as I’d been hard it would only take a few seconds, but as soon as I started the three girls all moved in closer. Even Glen was watching with interest. That much attention threw me off. Finally, I closed my eyes and tried my best to convince my brain that I was alone in bed. A few seconds later, several bursts of my seed were sprayed on the ground, and the girls all laughed and cheered.

But at least Glen didn’t lie about freeing me. He and the three girls slipped the other knots back, allowing me to pull my left wrist and ankles free.

“Where did you leave your clothes?” Tracy asked. She now firmly believed the lie that I’d done this to myself. My hopes of convincing anyone that Walter Wagner had done this fizzled.

They followed me back to where Walt said my clothes would be. Under the leaves, the green-handled scissors lay. “I’ve seen you use these at school,” Glen said, picking them up. “You keep them in your book bag. Now I know why your pubes barely showed. You cut the hairs off.” He looked down. “Look, you can even see them there in the dirt.”

There was absolutely no way in hell that he or anyone else would have noticed them. Unless told to look. And as for the scissors, I did recognize them. I now suspected that Glen hadn’t innocently walked up to find me. Walt had made sure I’d be freed, and threatened him, or paid him, to say what he’d said. The damage was done. There was a zero chance that I could convince anyone that Walter Wagner had done it to me. I was going to have to live with the fact that perhaps as many as 60 kids had seen me totally naked. I could not change that.

All because I lied about how my nose got broke. Wagner had won. My punishment was much worse than his had been. And it left him free to continue to pick on me, as now it would always be harder to convince anyone that he did.

Word got out that I’d done it to myself in a failed attempt to get Walt in trouble again. I was sure that it was Glen who spread the news, but it could have been Tracy or Beth. And several times I was asked by girls if I would show them how I masturbated. I always refused of course, but I was terrified that they would gang up on me and make me do it. That never happened, but I knew that Tracy and Beth had proudly told everyone that I’d done it while they watched.

I was teased all summer long by the kids who’d seen me naked, and by many who hadn’t but wished they had. But not once by the boys who stripped me, nor by Cindy or Jen. And even when Walt had an opportunity to bully me, he for the most part ignored me. It was an odd victory, I guess.