HNY24: Boxing Clever

[Britguy]

Can I enter the same contest twice? Well, I don't see anything in the rules to prevent it so here goes.

Boxing Clever

“Let's have a challenge. Let's tie Nick to the fence and see if he can escape” suggested Ryan. “Five minute limit. If he can't escape by then he loses.”

Nick, Ryan, Danny and Nigel were fifteen year old friends who were 'hanging out' on the river bank behind the old mill after school. This path ran from the big car park serving the main shopping street in the town, past the park, then the now deserted mill, then a housing estate and eventually, if you followed it far enough, the main road into town from the South, where it crossed the river. But it was little used and no-one was around at just after four o'clock on a Wednesday afternoon.

Nick remembered a previous 'challenge' they'd done. Nigel had been 'challenged' to lift himself off the ground by grabbing a suitable tree branch in the woods and keep himself off the ground for two minutes, lifting his weight with his arms. He accepted, but didn't last the two minutes because Ryan, noticing his short tee shirt and loose jeans had grabbed the sides of the jeans and yanked down hard. Nigel's jeans ended up round his ankles and worse, his underpants almost joined them, luckily coming free of the jeans just in time for modesty. Nigel had dropped to the ground, hastily pulled up his underwear and then had to beg Ryan to take his foot of his jeans as his friends laughed at his tight navy blue briefs, part of a multi-pack. Nick joined the laughter, and wished it could have been him.

Because Nick had a secret. For the last year and a bit Nick Kamen's iconic Levis 501 advert and of course the wonderful Carling Black Label spoof of it had been on TV constantly and now, in 1987, he had finally badgered his mother into buying him some boxer shorts. Not, as yet, the 501s (“ridiculously over-priced” his mum sneered) but at least he had the “cool” underwear, much more stylish than anyone else's. His secret was that he longed to show them off and be admired by everyone, like his namesake in the ad. But he could never find an excuse to do it. There was changing for sport in school of course, but in school any difference makes you a target for bullying so he still wore his old y-fronts on those days, to fit in.

This could be an opportunity to indulge his fantasy, and show off to his friends, and get a naughty thrill, but he'd have to put the idea in their heads as they'd probably forgotten it. “Well I don't know” he said. “I remember what happened to Nigel. I'm not going to be standing there with my trousers round my ankles once I'm helpless am I? I mean, I don't mind doing the challenge but....”

“Oh, you don't need to worry about that” interrupted Ryan dismissively. “Once is funny, twice gets boring. Give us your tie then.” That wasn't promising on the face of it but Ryan loved misleading people without actually lying when he could and he hadn't said it wouldn't happen, just that he needn't worry. Well, no-one needs to worry about anything, do they? Nick took his tie off and handed it over.

A minute later his wrists were tied above his head to the chain link fence between the path and the mill grounds. One end of his tie attached his left wrist to the fence, then the tie was wrapped several times around a link in the middle, then the other end secured his right wrist. Now he was helpless.

“Three, two, one, GO!” called Ryan, looking at his watch. That was Nick's cue to start trying to escape, he thought. But Danny and Nigel dropped to their knees, each grabbed one of his ankles and lifted his feet off the ground. He grabbed the fence with his hands and held on; if his weight pulled on the tie it would make the knots very tight. Perhaps that was the plan.

But now Ryan was at his feet, unlacing his shoes and pulling them off, along with his socks. “What are you doing?” he demanded.

“Giving you what you asked for” replied Ryan as the other two grinned. “You don't want your trousers round your ankles, and they are” he said, squeezing the bottoms of his trouser legs, which were indeed around his ankles, which obviously wasn't what he'd meant. “We can fix that.”

Ryan moved to Nick's waist and unfastened his trousers. Soon they were completely off and Danny and Nigel set his feet on the floor again and stood up. “Look at him standing there in his shirt and undies” laughed Danny. “Just like Nigel was.”

“But we can't” complained Nigel. “His shirt's too long. You can't see nothing. All I had was that short tee shirt, his is more like a dress.” Nick's shirt did indeed reach halfway down his thighs, frustrating his wish to show off. He wasn't sure whether to be glad or sorry.

“Well, we can't have a boy in a dress, that's not right” said Ryan. “We'd better help him out of it.” They unbuttoned the shirt and untied one wrist at a time to pull his arm out of the sleeve. Then each wrist was retied, leaving him helpless in just his underwear. That was a thrill, alright, the boys all looking at him in his cool new dark blue boxers. They stared at him for several seconds.

“Well, well” mocked Ryan. “Our Nick thinks he's Nick Kamen. Look at his trendy new boxers, quite the fashion icon isn't he?” Nick smiled, pleased with the compliment.

Pleasure turned to panic when Nigel said “You know I'm with the Carling Black Label guys. He shouldn't be unhygienic. Too bad he hasn't got a book, isn't it? Remember when he went around saying mine looked like girls' panties and they might as well be 'cos there's nothing much in them by the looks? Well his look like gym shorts, let's find out what he's got in them shall we? If he's brave enough to let us tie him up helpless after the things he said about me he must have an awesome pair of balls on him. Let's find out shall we?”

Nick affected a nervous laugh. “Come off it lads, don't get pervy” he said. “So I took the mick out of Nigel's panties, we all did, it's just banter, it doesn't mean anything. No-one tried to take them off him.” He guiltily remembered all the people he'd shared the 'funny' story of Nigel's 'panties' and their lack of content with. It seemed to have got back to him.

“But you're not wearing panties, are you?” countered Nigel. “You're wearing shorts. If you don't wear anything under your shorts that's your problem isn't it? And you were 'pervy' enough to check out what I've got in my 'panties' quite closely if what you've been saying about me is anything to go by. Now it's my turn, right?” He turned to the others. “Right, boys?”

“Well, I don't know about that” said Danny. “Strip him down to his undies we said. Naked's going a bit far isn't it? Especially with.... well, you know. I just think it's a bit much really.”

'Especially with what?' wondered Nick nervously. But Nigel was arguing with Danny. “A bit much? That's easy for you to say. He hasn't been going around telling everyone you've got nothing in your pants, has he? It's only fair I get to find out what he's got in his. What do you think Ryan?”

“Hmm, hard to say” said Ryan pensively. “Good points on both sides. We need a compromise. I tell you what.” He looked at his watch. “It's almost five minutes so he's lost the challenge. We'll give him another two minutes extra time. If he can get at least one hand free Danny gets his way. If not, then Nigel does. That'll give him a reason to try. And if he fails he'll get a reason not to slag off people who are meant to be his friends. I wonder what he says about me and Danny.”

For the next two minutes nothing was said as the others watched, amused, as an increasingly desperate Nick struggled to get free. But the knots were too tight and he couldn't budge them, pull his hands through them, or even break the tie with brute force. “Time's up!” said Ryan, and Nigel had Nick's boxers round his ankles almost before he finished saying it. Nigel lifted Nick's feet one at a time to take them right off and Nick resisted the temptation to kick him in the face. It would only make things worse.

The others stood there grinning, staring at Nick standing there naked and helpless. Even Danny seemed to have forgotten his objection. “I don't think he's got much of a right to laugh at anyone else” commented Nigel, staring pointedly at Nick's groin. Then they just stood there; they seemed to be waiting for something.

Suddenly Nick heard the sound of voices approaching from the direction of the town. “Come on now” he said urgently. “You have to let me go now. There's people coming.”

“Nah, no need” said Ryan. “If it's strangers we can just stand in front of you until they're gone.”

“But we've been a bit naughty” confessed Danny, showing no contrition whatever. “We might have warned some of the girls at school to stay away from this path today because they might see something they shouldn't. You know what girls are like, they never listen do they? I don't know why we bother telling them anything.” Nigel actually giggled, hearing that.

“You know exactly why you told them!” said Nick bitterly, desperately tugging at his bonds. “Come on, let me go. This is too much!”

“Let yourself go” said Ryan derisively. “You wanted the challenge and you damn near asked us to get your trousers off. You think I didn't know what you wanted? You were like Br'er Rabbit saying 'please don't throw me in the briar patch' weren't you? Well, we want sexy girls associating us with a sexy treat. You never know, they might reciprocate.” He looked up the path. “I'd say you've got less than a minute.”

Nick spent that minute struggling ever more desperately but to no avail. Soon enough he was facing over a dozen of the naughtiest girls in his year group, staring and giggling with delight at his shame. He wished the ground would swallow him. Where's a lightening strike when you need one? A flash flood? A meteor even? A Russian nuclear attack? Anything had to be better than this!

Anything, that is, except for what happened. Girls were taking a keen and obvious interest in Nick's body. And certain parts of Nick's body were certainly interested in girls. One such part awoke and stirred, rising to greet its new fans. Nick had never had much control over that part; it seemed to have a mind of its own.

“Is that a gun in your pocket?” asked Suzie. “Or are you just pleased to see us? Oh, wait, you don't have any pockets.”

“Because you don't have any clothes on” giggled Jasmine. “Did you forget to get dressed this morning?”

“He was dressed in school” pointed out Diane. “It's very naughty of him to take all his clothes off in public and wait for ladies to come along.”

“Naughty but nice” said Michelle. “I know what he wants!”

“We all know what he wants” commented Helen. “We can see that for ourselves, we've all done sex education. He's not getting it though. Not from me anyway, you can please yourself.”

“I didn't mean that” said Michelle. “When I was on holiday last year the girl on the farm we stayed at showed me what to do with randy boys to make them less randy and annoying. I tried it on her brother later and he liked it. Now we've got us a randy boy I'll show you and we can all have a go, if he lasts long enough.”

'Please God,' thought Nick, 'just a small flood or a baby nuke will do.' He thought he knew what Michelle meant. Was his body really about to be used as a demonstration model to teach these girls masturbation technique? It seemed so, and he didn't have the slightest doubt it would 'work' fairly quickly.
Michelle stood next to him. “Watch now girls” she said, redundantly. “What you do is you wrap your hand around it like this. And then you squeeze, quite firmly but not too hard. And you move your hand back and forth like this..... Now, who wants to try it?”

A few did, most were content to just watch. The resulting stop/start stimulation was driving Nick crazy. “What's that, then?” asked Jasmine, pointing, at the end of her turn. “Are you wetting yourself?”

“Baby's making pee-pee” giggled someone, he didn't see who. “Better get a nappy [diaper] then.”

“No,” said Michelle, delighted to be the expert. “That means he's nearly finished. Perhaps I should just finish the job now.” She smiled at Nick. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes please!” Nick heard himself say. His libido had made the decision without consulting his brain it seemed. But he was past caring, what could anyone see that they hadn't already seen? Well, one thing, obviously, but he wanted that, maybe even needed it.

Michelle got to work as the girls watched silently, looking forward to the end. Then they squealed with delight as he ejaculated, then burst into a round of applause. “Now that's entertainment!” said Helen appreciatively.

“Do you come here often?” asked Suzie.

“Why did the chicken cross the road to the toilets?” asked Jasmine.

“She wanted to see where the cocks hang out!” replied Michelle, triumphantly, “but we've seen where they shoot out!” Everyone laughed, even Nick couldn't resist a reluctant smile.

The girls, realising that the show was over and there was nothing more to see, drifted off, leaving Nick alone with his friends, who at least had the decency to look embarrassed. “Alright mate?” asked Ryan nervously. “I really wasn't expecting that.” He started untying Nick's wrists, secretly wondering if it was a good idea to be near him once he was free. “The plan was to tie you up in your underwear and have a laugh. It seems to have got out of hand.”

Nick had already decided that the only way to retain any shred of dignity, and to keep his friends, was to tough it out and laugh it off, and thereby get the upper hand.

“But look what got into hand” he grinned. “You got your laugh, and knob-less Nigel got his revenge, fair enough, but I got handjobs from five different girls. That's five more than any of you losers ever have! And a dozen of them lusting after my body! Next time Br'er Rabbit will say 'please don't make me a helpless plaything for sexy girls!' Pretty, pretty please!”

The others weren't at all convinced of the sincerity of this bravado, and Nigel hoped this offensive nickname wouldn't stick, but they were glad Nick was taking it so well. And also nervous about what the next challenge might prove to be.

The End

[Duddlydee]

At the beginning I was hesitant where the story was heading. But it becomes lots of fun when the girls show up at the end. Did any such event like this happen in your youth?

[Robert Brooks]

Brilliant story, Britguy! Loved it.
Good luck with the competition

[Britguy]

At the beginning I was hesitant where the story was heading. But it becomes lots of fun when the girls show up at the end. Did any such event like this happen in your youth?

No, nothing much like that. The story is pure fiction I'm afraid.

[Duddlydee]

Job well done then.

(They way the story started out, I was thinking the guys were about to make out with each other)

[Britguy]

(They way the story started out, I was thinking the guys were about to make out with each other)

Yeah, I guessed that but the 'prompt' from SDS was "- Maybe a boy plays along with a game of tie up hoping his friends pants him in public a secret thrill of his... instead they not only strip him fully naked but the girls from his school find him ... a shame far beyond what he was prepared for..." so that's what I followed. I'm glad you enjoyed it in the end.