The Hole Truth 1

By Ben Holiday

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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. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Jake enjoyed the slight breeze as he rode his bike home. He was on his way back from helping on widow Carlson’s farm. Mr. Carlson had passed away two years ago and the farm was too much for Mrs. Carlson to take care of alone, so some of the boys from the surrounding area volunteered (or were volunteered by their parents) to help. Jake was the last one to leave today.

Though the June evening retained some of the heat of the day, Jake still had on his long-sleeve work shirt. As hot as he was, his shyness prevented him from taking his shirt off even though he had ant-shirt on beneath.

He approached the wooded area that the road wound through on his way home. The 14-year-old lad kept his mind busy thinking about what he had to do tomorrow at Mrs. Carlson’s place. About halfway through the wooded part, he nearly fell off his bike when he heard a cry off to his left.

“Help!” a voice screamed, the word drawn out for several seconds and quickly followed by several other “helps!”

He did bring his bicycle to a successful halt just as a frantic looking girl ran out of the woods toward him.

“Help!” she yelled again. She spotted Jake and cried out, “Jake! Oh, hurry! You’ve got to help Sarah!”

Jake recognized the girl calling to him as Cindy, a girl in his class on whom he had a slight crush. Unbeknownst to him, she had a crush on him. He figured the ‘Sarah’ Cindy referred to was her best friend and another classmate of theirs.

“What?” Jake replied as the panting and hysterical Cindy came up and grabbed Jake’s arm nearly causing him to fall over as he had yet to dismount his bike. Though he was taller and stronger than Cindy, whatever was causing her anxiety gave her some considerable strength.

“You’ve got to help Sarah!” came the quick reply followed by a tug on his arm. Jake found himself being dragged through the woods at seemingly break-neck speed.

“What’s going on?” he yelled, “What’s wrong with Sarah?”

He received no reply at first. Cindy was panting too much to reply right away. After running for a few minutes, Cindy slowed down to catch her breath, but did not stop. She kept them both going at a hurried walk.

Through gasps for air, Cindy explained how she and Sarah had been riding their bikes and Sarah’s kitten Fluffy had been in the basket on the front of her bike. They had stopped for a moment not far from where Cindy had spotted Jake, and Fluffy jumped out of the basket and ran off. A surprised and upset Sarah took off running after the wayward feline, with Cindy close behind. In their pursuit, they came to a small clearing and, since she wasn’t watching where she was going, Sarah had fallen into a deep hole.

“I panicked a bit at first.” Cindy said. “Sarah thinks she broke her leg. If she hadn’t been running so much faster than me, I might’ve fallen in, too, but I saw what happened. I couldn’t think what to do so ran back out to the road to see if someone could help.”

With that last statement, they came to the small clearing and Cindy pulled Jake to the hole.

“Sarah! Sarah!” Cindy hollered down the hole. “I’ve got help. Sarah!”

Jake peered down the hole. Though the sun was still up, and even though they were in a small clearing, the surrounding trees were such that Jake couldn’t see very far down.

“Please, help me.” came a very weak sound from somewhere down in the hole. Jake could hear the pain in the voice. “The water’s getting deeper.”

“Jake’s here!” Cindy yelled down, “He’ll get you out.” Cindy turned and looked at Jake with a worried expression that silently asked for confirmation that he could help.

“Water?” Jake asked.

“She said there’s water down there and it seems to be rising.” Cindy answered with a bit of exasperation in her voice. “She needs help, Jake! Please do something.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll go get some rope and…” Jake started but wasn’t allowed to finish.

“No, Jake, the water! The water is rising! Help her now! Please.”

Jake finally understood the desperation here. But what to do?

“What can we use as rope?” he asked looking around.

“Oh, Jake!” Cindy said with frustration rising, “we got to help her now. What about your shirt?”

Jake looked blankly at Cindy at first. Then he looked down at his work shirt. “Okay.” he thought to himself, “why didn’t I think of that?”

Jake blushed a bit as he started unbuttoning his shirt. He fumbled with a few of the buttons as Cindy’s unhelpful remarks for him to hurry mingled with Sarah’s weak cries for help flustrated him.

He finally got the shirt off and Cindy snatched it from his hands.

“This won’t be long enough,” she said with a worried voice, “we’ll need more. Your t-shirt Jake.”

This last sounded like a command which at first irked Jake. But he realized Cindy was under a lot of stress worrying about her friend Sarah. However, the young lad was hesitant to remove his undershirt. Sure he’d been bare-chested at the beach and on similar occasions, but in general his shyness kept him from going shirtless in most cases.

“Hurry, Jake, your t-shirt!” Cindy’s face showed her worry and her outstretched hand indicated he’d better get his t-shirt off and in her hand. With a deep breath, Jake pulled off his undershirt showing a nice chest that had some decent muscle development, and a wonderfully flat stomach. Cindy couldn’t help but notice. Jake blush even more at her staring, but Cindy then quickly went about tying the two shirts together.

“This still won’t be enough.” Cindy said looking dejectedly at the current ‘rope’. With a tear in her eye, she looked back at Jake and asked for his socks.

Jake wanted to protest thinking that his socks wouldn’t do much good supporting a person’s weight, but the agonized look in Cindy’s eye swayed him otherwise. It also helped that he could hear even more clearly Sarah’s groans of pain and feeble remarks about the rising water. Time was not on their side.

“Can you reach that?”

Cindy had let down the clothes rope with her and Jake holding on to this end. Jake kept trying to see Sarah or anything in an attempt to better ascertain her situation. But the hole was just too dark.

“I think I can see it”, came Sarah’s quiet reply, “but I can’t reach it.”

Cindy looked at Jake. Jake’s eyes opened wide as he knew exactly what she wanted without her asking.

“No way!” he replied in protest. Before he could go on, Sarah gave a loud cry of pain.

“Hurry, Jake, hurry!” Cindy said miserably.

Jake stood stunned for a moment. Then, turning away from Cindy, he began to undo his pants. He could not believe he was actually doing this. He no sooner had them off than they were snatched out of his hands to be quickly tied to his other clothes. No girl, not even his mother, had seen him in just his underwear in years. Yet, here he was, in a clearing in the woods, clad only in his boxer shorts in front of one of his female classmates. At least she was busy tying the clothes together, he thought, relieved that this kept her attention off him, or so he thought.

“Help me lower this down.” Cindy commanded Jake. The embarrassed boy grabbed hold to help, not at all happy standing next to Cindy in just his boxer shorts.

“Can you reach that?” Cindy yelled to Sarah.

They heard a bit of a struggle and the splashing of water, followed by a yell of pain.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Cindy hollered.

“I tried to stand on my leg and I fell back. I can see the end of the rope, but it needs to be a bit longer.”

Cindy looked at Jake. Jake’s mouth fell open.

“No! Why can’t we use something of yours?” he replied to Cindy’s look, concern in his own voice at what her look was implying.

“Jake Wiley!” Cindy said in shock, “how could you even suggest such a thing?”

Before Jake could reply with what he considered a well reasoned response that she had clothes they could and should use, Sarah gave a desperate plea and fell very silent.

“Jake, there’s no time to argue, Sarah needs help!” Cindy yelled while her tears began to fall.

All this confused Jake who finally gave up.

“Turn your head.” he quietly commanded Cindy.

“Oh for Pete’s sake, just…”

“Turn your head.”

Cindy did so. Jake once again turned away from her. He closed his eyes. He really wasn’t about to remove his last remaining piece of clothing, was he? It was bad enough to be standing there covered only in his underwear in front of Cindy, but naked? A soft murmur from the depths of the hole prodded him into action. With a deep in-take of air, Jake yanked his boxers down to his ankles and stepped out of them. As with his shirts and pants, they were quickly seized from his hand. Both of his hands instantly covered his genitals. Looking over his shoulder, he watched as Cindy tied his boxers to a pants leg. But what he saw wasn’t going to be helpful.

“What are you doing?” he asked Cindy, still looking over his shoulder at her. “That won’t help, it’s making it shorter.”

“I know.” Cindy replied. Her voice came across considerably different than before. No tenseness. No fear. No concern. She pulled the knot of clothes tightly and then turned to Jake with a smile on her face. Jake’s face betrayed both shock and confusion.

“Cute buns.” Cindy said quietly, her smile growing as she gazed up and down the back of the sweaty, naked Jake.

Jake realized how silly he was covering his penis and balls while facing away from Cindy allowing her to see his bare butt. And while Cindy was enjoying Jake’s naked rear she was also uncovering (so to speak) a little secret of his: his bare butt was nearly as tan as the rest of him. She filed this information away to investigate later.

Jake was conflicted. He didn’t want to face Cindy directly, yet, at least he could keep his privates covered where as currently she got to ogle his bare butt. He slowly turned around, still harboring a confused look.

“Wh, wh, what’s going on?” he stammered. Cindy just stood there smiling, holding Jake’s clothes rope over the hole.

“Turn around and you’ll see.”

It wasn’t Cindy who made that statement unless she was an accomplished ventriloquist. That was Sarah’s voice still coming from the hole. But there was no pain or desperation in it. In fact, it sounded quite amused. A shudder ran rapidly up and down Jake’s spine.

Jake slowly turned back toward the direction he’d been facing a few moments ago. His jaw dropped even wider than it had earlier when he saw Sarah stepping out from behind some brush. She stood there holding a small microphone. She was followed by Erin, another classmate, who was holding a small camcorder. Jake’s look was priceless. All three girls burst out laughing.

“Isn’t Sarah a great actress?” Cindy said with a snort. Sarah gave a few fake groans of pain into the microphone making it sound as though they were coming from the hole.

“And how about our sound effects girl and video recorder?” Cindy continued through giggles referring to Erin.

Though furious at what he now realized to be a horrible trick on him, his embarrassment at being naked in front of three of his female classmates prevented him from coming up with a reasonable plan of action. He merely stood there wide-eyed and fuming letting Cindy view his bare butt and Sarah and Erin viewing what they could of his naked front. Of course, they wanted his hands to go elsewhere and had plans to make that happen. But for now, they simply enjoyed his shock, confusion, embarrassment, and, most of all, his wonderful bare body.

End part 1

(The End)