The Hook

By Sheldon

[1,904 words]

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Ryan was an average middle school student with an above average body. At just 13 He was toned yet nervous of his looks when disrobed, yet this didn’t stop him from wearing tight briefs under his clothes that hugged his penis and ass.

It was a typical Saturday and Ryan wanted to got to the Shake shack, a cheap burger joint owned by his Richard Sturges he had a daughter, Ryan’s crush, Valarie Sturges or Val for short, who he shared biology with.

Ryan was running terribly late if he wanted to be their when Val would be their, and decided to take a shortcut through a thicket of trees in order to save time.

It was in the thick tree line that Ryan found a most peculiar sight.

A hook, as if a large fishing hook, sat motionless in the middle of a small open field betwixt the trees, as if inviting someone to sit and swing for a bit.

Ryan was always a bit daring, even when Mr. Sturges told him to be mindful of odd situations, he was still always to close to the sun.

Ryan decided to seat himself on the hook, and found an oddly comfortable place to relax a bit.

After a moment of rest, Ryan swung the hook about, enjoying the thrill of the air on his face for a moment before leaving the hook.

At least that was the plan, yet when he tried to leave the hook, he felt a hardy tug on his clothes.

To his embarrassment, Ryan’s clothes had been caught by the hook, his pants and shirt at it’s perverse mercy.

Ryan knew he had to free himself

Ryan decided that he’d better play it safe and get some help before this situation got any worse. The hook was very sharp and lodged deep enough into his shirt and pants that he didn’t want to risk hurting himself to remove it.

“Might as well see if Mr. Sturges can help.” He thought, “I need to be at the Shake Shack if I’m going to make it to Val’s birthday party anyway ASAP anyways.”

And with that, the hooked boy continued to run as quickly as he could to the restaurant, the hook in his clothes gradually growing more resistant to his movements as he got closer to the restaurant. Inside, Mr. Sturges was hosting a small gathering for his daughter and her friends. All eyes turned to the large window at the front of the building as Ryan knocked on the glass.

Mr. Sturges walked outside to see him looking visibly shaken. Even stranger, he seemed to have a long string attached to his back that went way up into the sky.

“Mr. Sturges!” Cried Ryan, “You have to help me!”

“What’s the issue boy?” He Replied, concerned for him.

“Well, I was taking a shortcut through the woods to work when I found this… hook. It seemed like a nice spot to rest for a minute but now I can’t get it off of me!”

“Calm down, turn around and let’s see the damage.”

Ryan spun around, revealing the hook that had snared his outer layers. Sturges sighed and told him to turn back around just as Val and her friends had come to the door to see what all the fuss was about.

“Uh… Bad news, good news, and bad news!” Said Sturges, “The bad news is, this hook is from an old enf/enm trope of a forgotten era, they used to be everywhere and still we manage to find a few every once in awhile.”

“What does any of that mean, Mr. Sturges?” Ryan replied, puzzled.

“Not important. What IS important is the good news! These hooks are pretty easy to deal with!”

“Really?” Ryan felt relieved. “What do I have to do?”

“That’s the other bad news. Only way to get that there hook off you is to remove anything it’s attached to.”

Ryan didn’t realize what Mr. Sturges was saying until he heard Val and her friends Katie, Amber, Sarah, and Jessica, all Ryan’s classmates giggling a few feet away. His cheeks turned red as he made eye contact with the girls, some of whom were mimicking taking off an invisible pair of pants while smiling at him.

“N-no Mr. Sturges, I can’t do that! Not in front of all these g-girls!” The thought of not just his crush but also many of the girls that he saw at school every day seeing him in his tightly whities was the stuff of nightmares for a shy boy like Ryan. “There’s got to be something else!”

“I’m afraid that it’s the only way …”

Ryan looked down at his hooked clothes in despair. He would never dream of something so humiliating as stripping for so many girls but, then again, what choice did he have?

It wasn’t very hard to do what needed to be done. The hook that had been pulling at his clothes for the last ten minutes had significantly weakened the stitches to the point where all he had to do was tug on his shirt a little harder than normal before it ripped off into his hands. The girls started cheering as Ryan’s bare torso came into view. Ryan turned his attention to his pants and gulped.

“At least it can’t get any worse,” the boy thought to himself as he tightened his grip on the waistband of his pants.

With a deafening rip and a gasp from the female audience, Ryan pulled straight up on his pants, tearing them away from his body with an unintended flair. This girls watched with hands cupped over their mouths in surprise as the rags that used to be Ryan’s clothing floated to the ground, revealing an embarrassing pair of white undies.

“Looking good, cutie!” Cried one of the girls watching.

“Yeah, thanks for the show!” Said another.

Ryan’s cheeks were completely red as he turned to Mr. Sturges:

“Well, thanks for helping,” the boy mumbled, grateful to be free but still more embarrassed than ever.

“Uhm well?” Said Sturges, pointing to the only thing that Ryan was still wearing. “You’re not quite finished.”

More giggles and ‘ooohs’ could be heard as Ryan looked down to see that his underwear was also caught on the hook! The young man instantly understood what this meant and panicked.

“Please Mr. Sturges, anything but that! I can’t be naked in front of all of these girls! There has to be another way Mr. Sturges, please!” Ryan’s voice cracked up as he finished speaking. He felt he would much rather take his chances with the hook than show off his most private area to every girl he knew!

with that, Sturges went back into the restaurant, Val and her friends also took the cue to go back inside, meanderingly. A few girls tried to convince Ryan to just rip the band aid off but they were unsuccessful.

Now alone, Ryan started to feel the hook pulling even harder on his backside. He knew that must only have moments before he’d be cruelly yanked up to wherever all these hooks went to.

Ryan fell to his knees as the hook’s tugging increased. He started to get pulled backwards as he bent over, trying to grab whatever he could to stay still. This, combined with the upward pull of the hook, resulted in him unintentionally baring the top of his ass to the world, something that the girls who were still watching from inside the restaurant made quick note of.

Ryan could see these girls laughing and holding up their phones to record his predicament as the bushes and flowers he kept grabbing were pulled out of the ground as the hook pulling him back increased. Eventually he lost touch with the ground and briefly flew through the air before his hands grabbed onto the only thing left: the restaurant’s sign.

Ryan held onto the sign for dear life as it bent slightly in the direction that the hook was pulling him from. He started to cry, thinking about whatever horrors awaited him at the end of the fishing line as the pressure around his waist started to increase. As his undies were pulled tight to his body, not only was his backside exposed to the crowd but so was the outline of his manhood. The girls watching were quick to notice size of said outline, only visible as the thin layer of cotton that covered it had been pulled skin-tight. Ryan wished that he could just disappear into thin air, escaping the embarrassing predicament.

“Please, I’ll never play with hooks again!” The almost naked boy pleaded as he held on for dear life. The sound of ripping fabric reached his ears as the pulling on his crotch became almost unbearable. Any second now it felt as if his tighty-wighties might just-

RIPPPPPPPPPPP!

All pressure around Ryan’s waist immediately ceased. He breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing what had happened, but nevertheless glad to be free of the pulling. For just a second, it felt as if he was floating, hovering some 10 feet above the ground while gripping the large sign. That second quickly passed.

Before he knew it, the sign that Ryan had accidentally bent snapped back into its original shape, sending the poor boy flying in the direction of the restaurant. His body ungracefully made a ‘splat’ sound as he collided with the building’s large window, the force of the impact effectively sticking the uncovered boy to the glass.

He opened his eyes to see his worst nightmare come to life. His crush, Valerie, and several of her friends were staring at him wearing nothing but shoes and socks on his feet as his underwear, shirt, and pants had been taken by the hook. He lay pressed up against the window. Most were besides themselves, pointing and laughing at his predicament while a few had managed to stifle their cries of joy for just long enough to give their thoughts on Ryan’s one-man show:

“Look! It’s Ryan nudie-pants!”

“Little Ryan came out to see us!”

“He’s so tiny!”

“I can barely even see that thing, it’s so small!”

Confused, Ryan glanced down to discover what the girls had long since seen and recorded thoroughly on the phones already. He couldn’t believe that his six-incher was currently smushed up against the glass for so many pretty blonde girls to point and laugh at. His cheeks burned a deep shade of red. Never in a million years did he think that his secret would have been exposed in such a humiliating fashion.

Inside, Val was able to tear her eyes off of ‘Little Ryan’ for long enough to go into the kitchen, where her friend, Mikayla, was holding a fishing rod with a pair of ripped, white underpants hooked to them. Mikayla seemed eager to know what had happened.

“Did you get to see it?”

“Oh, everything.” Replied Val with a smile. “I think that Ryan’s definitely learned a lesson here that he won’t forget for a long, long time.”

And with that, Val pulled up her phone to show Mikayla the fruits of her labor.

Still Val felt guilt for what she had done to Ryan knowing he liked her, and now after seeing him like this she was starting to like him back, but that’s another story.

The End

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