The Escape Artist - chapter 4 Jan. 16

[Mark Paren]

This is from the defunct “Stripping and Humiliation” board. The first few chapters are repeats, but I already have a new chapter in progress.

The Escape Challenge

Since early childhood, Matt took pride in his ability to free himself from constraints. He would challenge his friends to tie him up and time how long it took him to free himself.

It was an obsession. When alone he would often try to trap himself by trying things like binding his wrists with a length of rope and hooking the loop over a tree branch. Once he bound himself so well he had to wait two hours for his mother to discover him hanging from a limb in the backyard. Over time his escape skills improved and he never, or almost never, failed to free himself.

His friends humored him. Despite this quirk, he was good natured and popular kid. After all, they reasoned, everybody was strange in some way.

One school assembly a year, students were allowed to show off their non academic skills to the entire school. Most kids were awkward and easily embarrassed at that age, so there were never many volunteers. There would be a couple of lame musical numbers, maybe a painful poem recital, bad rapping or the worst of all, a cringy dance number. Then there was the other category. In the past there was a juggling routine, someone did some skateboard tricks, a speed reading of the US constitution, a girl riding a unicycle, and once, just once, a guy performing magic tricks. The magic show finale ended with a pyrotechnic distraction that caught the auditorium curtain on fire. The curtain was only slightly singed, but the assembly ended with a fire drill and the entire student body standing out in the parking lot during a rain shower.

At this years assembly, Matt was determined to show off his special skill as an escape artist.

He practiced for months. Matt convince his two best friends, Ben and Ethan, to help him build a prop for the show. The quality of the job was pretty poor, with loose screw and support pieces on the inside, but looked pretty good on the outside as viewed from the audience.

The prop was a mechanism that would slowly lift and lower a bound Matt, hanging from his feet, into a box in the style of Houdini’s famous ‘Chinese water torture cell’ stunt, but without the water and opaque walls rather then a tank full of water. A large timer dramatically counted down two minutes at which time, Ben and Ethan would release latches on the box causing the sides of the box to collapse revealing a miraculously unbound Matt preparing to take his bows to what he expected would be an enthusiastic cheering crowd.

The day of the assembly arrived and the prop was in place. Due to the magic act fiasco the year before the school administration decided to hold the event in the gym this year. They surmised there were fewer fire hazards. The stage was set up in the middle of the basketball court. There were bleachers on either side of the court that accommodated one hundred and fifty students each. On each end of the court there was additional seating for fifty.

Matt’s act was the third of the day. When it came time to perform, he made his entrance shirtless, wearing a pair of baggy board shorts. He thought his sparseness of dress would emphasize that there was no trickery involved in the performance and he was depending only on his escape skills. Not surprisingly he received good natured cat calls from girls and boys alike. As seriously as he took his act, he also saw the ribbing for what it was and made a point of posing and flexing his lean muscles to the delight of his classmates.

Next, he requested two volunteers from the audience to assist him with his act. Jayden and Amelia were classmates of Matt’s and conveniently sitting in the first row. Jayden and Matt played soccer together and were friends. Matt didn’t know Amelia very well and if he had, he may have chosen someone else. She wasn’t one of the popular girls and had what some would call a ‘mean streak’.

Amelia’s dad was an amateur yachtsman. He raced his small sailboat in the bay on weekends. He often took his daughter along as ‘crew’. It was supposed to be a good father/daughter bonding activity. Well..it would have been except Amelia hated it, and always had a horrible time. Her father, trying to be helpful, would offer her advice on sailing techniques. Amelia took it as criticism and resented every second of it. The one sailing skill she was good at was knots. She even studied technique’s on the internet and practiced at home. When Amelia read the program for the special assembly she was determined to test her knot tying skills against Matt’s escape expertise. She was resolved to make a fool out of one of the ‘cute’, ‘popular’ boys.

Amelia positioned herself in the front row and when Matt requested volunteers, she practically rushed the stage. Jayden was instructed to bind Matt’s legs and Amelia his hands.

Jayden did an admirable job securing Matt’s feet. Amelia, having read up on escape artist ‘tricks’, bound his wrists, behind his back with his wrists, back to back. This technique prevented Matt from flexing his wrists while being tied and relaxing them later and slipping his hands free. Although this was new for Matt, he still had confidence he could free himself and gladly accepted the challenge.

His assistants, Ben and Ethan, secured his feet to the hoist and lifted him and positioned him above the open box.

With his best well practiced escape artist voice Matt announce to the audience, “and now for your entertainment, I will defy the laws of physics and miraculously loosen my bonds”.

With that, he signaled to his assistants “start the timer”.

With the two minute timer counting down, Ben and Ethan, latched the sides of the box and slowly lowered Matt.

As he descended into the box the elastic waste-band of his board shorts caught on one of screws sticking out of the shabbily built inside of the box. This to Matt’s shock had the effect of pulling his shorts up his thighs as he was descending . He wiggled his butt in an attempt to un-snag his shorts from the screw, but it only caused the screw to rip into the fabric just below the waistband. The more he descended, the more the elastic stretched and his board shorts ripped.

His butt was already mostly bare and he knew his genitals were next. Matt was frantic. It was unimaginable to be naked in front of the entire school. He had to free himself quickly.

Stretch stretch, rip rip, his shorts kept revealing more of his body. Looking up, he was horrified to observe the base of his shaft coming into view. He urgently slayed his knees in an attempt to halt the removal of his shorts.

Stretch stretch, rip rip, and then it happened. There was a snap and an extended ripping sound and Matt watched in horror as his board shorts launch over the side of the box and hung there. Some of the kids in the bleacher could see the shorts flop over the edge of the box and hang there and soon figured out what had happened. MATT WAS NAKED INSIDE THE BOX!

Murmuring swept though the crowd as the news spread. The excitement was palpable.

Matt, panicking, wondered to himself, ‘how much of the two minute timer had ticked down. And then he heard the crowd counting down ; 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…


Chapter 2

Matt was in a panic. He was hanging from his ankles with his hands tied behind his back in the middle of the gym, surrounded by four hundred of his classmates and … he was naked. For the time being, he had a flimsy four sided box shielding him from the eyes of his fellow students and total humiliation. The crowd, enthusiastically, started counting down to the moment the sides of the box would collapse revealing to everyone his most intimate parts. He was at the age when boys often pop boners for almost no reason at almost any time. Unfortunately for Matt, this was the time. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him.

The countdown;

10…9… he had to do something. He was nearly frozen with anxiety. Matt couldn’t just hang here. Then he calmed and thought. ‘Just relax and execute the escape like you’ve practiced for months’.

8…7…6… ‘it isn’t working! Oh god I can’t loosen my hands! What am I going to do, what am I going to do! This can’t be happening’.

5…4… his mind buzzed,’stop the count, stop the count, he must stop the countdown’. Matt shrieked with an anguished and cracking voice, “STOP THE CLOCK!!”. The excited crowd was shouting the countdown too loudly to be heard by Ben and Ethan, who were also unaware of Matt’s wardrobe malfunction.

3…2… in a desperate move to save himself from unbearable humiliation and using almost superhuman strength he kipped his body and thrust his legs upward. This had the effect of freeing his ankles from the hook at the end of the hoist.

1…

The student body was suddenly quiet. All four hundred of them were collectively holding their breaths in anticipation of a cute boy’s total humiliating exposure right in front of them.

Ben and Ethan released the latches holding the sides of the box in place. The box, seemingly in slow motion collapsed to the stage.

As the box sides fell, Matt’s voice could be heard shouting “NOOOOOOOO”.

And there he was on full naked display.

His ankles and wrists were still bound. He was squatting with his legs pressed together in front of him and awkwardly bending at the waste with his chest just managing to touch his knees. He was blushing crimson red and it showed on some parts of his body more than others.

His adrenaline was surging and his mind was racing a million miles an hour. This was his worst nightmare and he wasn’t waking up anytime soon.

He quickly checked his surroundings. He prayed his pressed together legs didn’t allow anyone in the bleachers he was facing to see anything. Looking to the right and left to the smaller stands he realized a few kids lined up directly adjacent from him were shifting their heads back and forth as if trying to make something out between his thighs and stomach. He squeezed his legs a little tighter against his body. He didn’t know how much they could see, but the thought of it made his rigid dick pulse. Matt thought to himself, ‘this is the worst day of my life. How can this make me horny?’

He noticed most of the gym was abuzz with whispering, snickering and sporadic chuckling… everywhere except behind him where the other large bleacher full of kids stood. Why were they mostly quiet? What was going on behind him? With a start he experienced a horrible revelation. He realized what they were seeing! With his body bent forward, to prevent anyone seeing his aroused genitals from the upper bleachers or from the sides, he was unable to cover his butt with his tied hands. Not only that, he was mortified to realize his butt was sticking out and as a result his buttock were agape. They were seeing something, of his, no one had seen before, something no teenage boy would willingly show anyone. Try as he may, he couldn’t squeeze his glutes together without unbending his body and showing his dick to at least some of his peers. As terrible as it was showing half the school his vividly exposed butt, he couldn’t willingly let anyone see his torrid genitals. Heck, he and his male teammates didn’t even shower nude in front of each other. The thought of his current situation caused his organ to throb even more.

Less then a minute had passed since the walls dropped and Matt was revealed nude to the entire student body. It seemed much longer to the poor embarrassed naked teen. ‘Why hadn’t someone come to help him? Even his best friends Ben and Ethan just stood at the side of the stage and stared at him with stunned expressions on their faces. Where were the teachers, administrators or his other friends. Didn’t they know he desperately needed someone to give him something to cover up with. Maybe they thought this was part of the act. Certainly the classmates behind him viewing his involuntary lewd display knew this wasn’t part of the act.’ More throbbing.

Matt thought, ‘what should I do? Should I, make a break for it by dashing to the door leading to the boys locker room? He knew there would be no dashing with his legs tied the way they were. He could imagine the sight of him waddling and hopping toward the door, half way across the gym, with his engorged dick fully on display and stiffly pointing to the ceiling in front of the entire school. Once he got there could he even open the door and once inside what then? Sure it would be better to have just boys ogling him, but even that was unthinkable’. His penis pulsed again stronger this time. At this point he was so stimulated he risked a messy discharge from his excited phallus.

And then he heard a loud authoritative female voice emanating from the main entrance of the gym. “Matthew Edwards, what do you think you’re doing, you degenerate boy! You get off of that stage now!”

It was the school principal Ms. Collaring.

Matt froze, his mind going blank. This situation was too much for his brain to process.

“Mr. Edwards, move!”

“But…I…I…I…I can’t. I’m naked and everyone will see me.”

“I said NOW”.

[NudeBaG]

Fantastic!

[NudeBaG]

How old is Matt?

[Trundle]

Oh?

The Story has disappeared for me, same for anyone else?

[DrWhoFanJ]

Oh?

The Story has disappeared for me, same for anyone else?

Yes, I’m getting that, too. Strange. I was enjoying the story already, but now it’s suddenly vanished.

[Vader]

Oh?

The Story has disappeared for me, same for anyone else?

Same just seeing the comments on it.

[NudeBaG]

It’s back!

[NudeBaG]

Very excited for this to continue

[Mark Paren]

Very excited for this to continue

I’m new to this forum and don’t know how it works. I was trying to tag it as an “extreme post” but I couldn’t figure out how to do it.it went back into the approval queue.

[NudeBaG]

I don’t think you need to tag it as extreme quite yet.
Anxious to see what you have planned.
How old is Matt?