Treacle Tower

The Through The School Trip

I must have been out of my tree when I said I'd do it. Sometimes I work on impulse and decide or commit to things after they've come out of my mouth. I really should work on that.

I was standing at the school gates a few moments before the breaktime bell rang. I was as naked as the day I was born. My hands were handcuffed together behind my back with a generous length and my ankles were chained together on a long-ish chain. I really should have had a gag in my mouth as well but that was an afterthought.

Oh by the way, I suppose I'd better give you some background here. First of all, the school I'm standing at the gates of isn't my normal school. I don't know anybody here, I don't have permission to be here and I will be for the high jump if I get caught, especially if I'm naked.

I'd originally gone to my friend's house for the day – I'm not going to name him suffice to say he's my best friend, we've known each other since we were like three years old, we've grown up together and done some real crazy shit along the way (most of which he came up with, including this). And yes, before you ask, we have seen and felt each other's dicks. We did a variation last year on the soggy biscuit game – jacking each other off onto a biscuit and later feeding it to some random kid who lived on his street.

So if I'd gone to my friends house, you may ask, why am I in front of the school? Well, the story behind that is We'd done a truth or dare game a few times now previously and I'd stupidly elected to defer all my (small) dares in exchange for one big winner-takes-all dare. I'd actually hoped my friend would forget all about them but now he was cashing in. After all I'd put him through various light-hearted dares, all of which involved wearing clothes.

Anyway, he came up with the idea the previous weekend after something I said reminded him of the outstanding dare debt. Amazing really, considering I was discussing something entirely different. What I was discussing was so memorable I, um, can't remember it. But anyway, he pulled me up on my dare tab with this idea, I then tried to double dare him back to get out of it, only for the clever little shit to triple-dog-dare me with the exact same idea!

"Gotcha!" my friend cried. "You can't get out of a triple-dog-dare!"

"Yeah I can," I retorted, desperately looking for the mythical way out.

"No you can't. Come on Lewis, stop stalling." He paused, seeing the cogs going round in my head. "What's up, are you chicken?" I shook my head, effectively condemning myself to my fate. It was my own fault really, I should have taken the smaller dares.

"Fine. Do your worst," I replied almost immediately, engaging mouth before brain as per usual. My friend's face lit up with delight and immediately filled me in with the details of something he'd clearly been planning for a while.

All I had to do was walk through a school I didn't know, where I knew nobody and not get seen. Enter the main entrance and come out the other side – and do it all stark bollock naked. My mouth fell open at the idea, I really wanted to back out, except I'd been triple-dog-dared! My bottom lip was practically on the floor as I listened to my friend outlining my dare. Because, as I say he was my best friend, I fully trusted him in his plans for what to to do with me and he knew I could do the dare, even if I doubted myself.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, it emerged our school was closed one day for teacher training whereas the school my friend had chosen was open, and that's the day he decided I would do the dare. After a bit of research on the website and Google Earth to find the school's layout and school day, my friend decided I'd work under pressure and go through the school during break time, the aim to get out the other side before the bell went.

I met my friend at his house and was somehow persuaded to shed my clothes while standing in the front garden as he said it would make the experience "complete" – I didn't see the difference between stripping in the house and stripping in the garden, but there you go.. He was the dominate one in this friendship – not physically, mind you – but he was really good at effectively commanding me through the use of language and argument, an approach I preferred and enjoyed.

As I stripped he took my clothes and put them in a large transparent bag which was later transferred into a small rucksack, folding the clothes neatly on the way. Eventually my white trainers went in last, sitting on top of everything else in there. I watched, my hands covering my dick, as he padlocked the two zips together, putting my clothes out of my access. Heading into the front compartment of the rucksack, I saw him put out a pair of what he said were modular handcuffs (whatever that meant) with a longish chain than what I was expecting for these and some ankle restraints, again with a long chain. Without any interest in what I had to say on the matter, he slapped the restraints on my ankles (as you'd expect) and then teased my arms behind my back to secure the handcuffs on my wrists.

Throwing the rucksack over his shoulders and collecting the excess ankle chain by bundling it into my hands, we set off. The street the school was on was at the end of a cul-de-sac, a pretty much abandoned street guaranteed to be empty of any other human presence, in lieu of the fact half the buildings were condemned anyway, so in the meantime I could walk down the street in my birthday suit and feel the occasional breeze of the wind on a mild, but not warm, sunny spring day blow across my torso. I felt lovely and warm in the sun.

After about ten minutes, we arrived at the school. And that's where my story started, me standing outside the open gate of a school in the buff, my toes right on the edge of the border. I watched and waited as my friend fine-tuned my restraints, taking a few links out of my ankle cuff linking chains to limit my running ability – I could walk happily but not run at my full speed. My friend also took several links out of the chain on my handcuffs, pulling my hands into the small of my back. I guess this is what he meant by modular.

My friend reminded me: all I had to do was go in to the school and make my way through the place (staying outside where possible) to come out of the exit on the far side and try not to get caught. My friend would be at the other gate with the rucksack waiting for me, up until the end of school break. If I'm not there when the bell rang, he's going home with my clothes and anything that happens to me after that point between finally getting out and getting home wasn't his problem. I couldn't be sure if he was serious about that but we'd find out in twenty minutes or so.

Anyway I'm here, I've studied and committed to memory the overhead map of the school I got off their website. I'm naked, I'm secure. Fortunately I've still a flaccid dick, though how long that lasts I don't know as I haven't wanked for a while and the scale of the challenge is somewhat stimulating. The anticipation bubbles, the wait never ending. This was now my bed and I had to lay in it.

As soon as the school bell rang, I was given a push over the border and my friend slammed the gate shut behind me, deliberately making as much noise as he could to try and draw attention to me. He wished me luck through the gap in the fence and I turned to watch him show me a clean pair of heels as he disappeared, taking the rucksack, my clothes and the keys to my restraints with him. Damn, I meant to check if he had keys to get me out of my restraints, otherwise it'll be a humiliating trek to the fire station to explain myself.

The sound of opening doors and discussions startled me. I realised I'm totally exposed here and I head towards the first thing I spot – a car – to hide behind it. In my normal school we're not allowed anywhere near the staff cars after somebody had their windscreen smashed by a stray football, so I presumed a similar rule would apply at this school. I'm hiding behind possibly the worst coloured car I could have found for drawing attention to it – a red, clean car that reflected the sunlight off it better than any mirror I'd ever seen. The car was so clean I could see my naked torso reflected in the paint work as I kneeled down behind it, peering over its bonnet.

I pause to think for a second – the main playground is on the other side of the main block and I need to follow the path down to get to it, then somehow get across the playground without being seen – the Google Earth image I'd seen, heaven only knows how out of date it was, but it appeared to show no cover whatsoever. That could be interesting. Time will tell. But right now, I need to get moving as I can now hear footballs being kicked.

I spotted a couple of students coming and going but there was no major influx here so I presumed they were all down on the playground. After a few moments I decide to take the risk and walk as fast as my ankle chains will let me. As I move, I suddenly realise I'm exposed and I had to constantly check nobody was coming from the front, back and sides of me. I felt like an owl, all this head spinning I had to do.

In my mind, I'd planned to follow the fence and effectively go the long way round. This would, for the parts with shelter, minimise my chances of being spotted but would also increase the odds of me running out of time and having to traipse home naked.

Having headed down the tarmaced path initially, I quickly hopped across towards the other fence, feeling the change in surface from gravel tarmac to grass under my bare feet. I'd only walked a couple of hundred yards but my feet were hurting already. There was nothing I could do, except put up with it.

By now I was behind the second in a row of portable classrooms. Eyeing up the space behind them and the fence, it was fairly easily to move along the row being fairly inconspicious as I went. Okay I had to crouch down to avoid the windows (I had no idea if anybody was in any of these classrooms so for all I know my arse may have been spotted at some point) but apart from that, piece of cake.

On passing the last but one portable classroom, I was caught off guard when the door of the final portable classroom in the row opened. Fortunately it opened door towards me, which gave me time to just jump back out of view before a teacher came out of the door, locking it behind him. I peeked around the edge of the classroom I was now behind and watched him vanish into the main building. I sighed with relief, my heart pounding. Checking behind me, I press forward and now crouched next to the fence behind the classroom the teacher had just come out of.

Peering round the corner, I check for anybody present before I start moving again. This section was fairly exposed as it was parallel to the playground, there was no obvious natural cover for me the direct route but if I took the long route it would get me back to the fence but again to do that ate up valuable time that I didn't know whether I had or not. Preferring my privacy, I decided to head towards the back of the main playground via an external block.

I moved quickly as I could towards the external block and shuffled in the direction of the outer fence. The Google Earth view had told me there was a gap between the block and the fence, which I found, though it was far tighter than I was expecting. Squeezing my body between the fence and the wall of the block, I was just able to shuffle sideways slowly and surely. The gap was so small I was scraping my dick along the wall as I moved, inadvertedly triggering an erection and scraping the underside of my dick on the rough block wall en-route as my member enlarged in size.

It was hard work having to keep track of four different things as I moved – I had to be careful not to get my ankle chains caught in something, not to trap my cuffed hands, then constantly check I wasn't going to get spotted from either direction, and finally not to hurt my cock anymore than I really had after being forced against my will to keep scraping it against the wall of the block.

The effort was futile, for when I reached the end of the block, there was a stinging nettle plant in the way, too high up to climb over in my restrained state and too dense to crawl through, as I feared if I snagged my ankle chains I'd never get free. All I could do was go back again the same way I'd come, continuing to scrape my now fully erect cock with even more intensity along the wall as I shuffled along. There was a small blip as I got my ankle chains stuck in some overgrown plant from the other side of the fence, but eventually I freed myself and finally made my way back out the way I'd come, my dick now throbbing in agony as I had effectively been nearly wanked off by the wall.

By now I needed to cum and my thoughts turned initially to going back behind the wall and finishing the job off but I worried that I wasn't going to have enough time both to have a wank, hide the evidence and then make my way out. The problem solved itself as I spotted somebody coming so I had to hop back behind the block anyway, once again scraping my willy along the wall. Shuffling along a few steps, I could see the shadow of somebody as they approached where I had been standing. Meanwhile I decided that I had to wait for the person to go I might as well use this opportunity, so I shuffled along slightly, found the smoothest part of the wall I could (which was still fairly rough) and just decided to go for it, humping my midrift up and down, stimulating my cock.

As I was expecting, this really bloody hurt. It was like somebody was trying to kill my nob. It was only my overwhelming desire to get myself off by hook or by crook that kept me going. Every hump of the wall sent more pain through my dick, but I didn't cry. I wanted to, but I didn't. I focused my mind onto what regularly got me off when I was doing regular wanks on my bed.

While I was wanking myself off up against the wall, I kept one eye on the shadow, waiting for it to go so I could get out of here, and another eye on my willy, while my mind's eye was driving my desire to ejaculate. The shadow, I spotted, morphed from a human shape into a square shape so I suspected the door had been opened and whoever it was had gone inside the block that was wanking me off.

Eventually I satisfied my need, cumming onto the wall in the process, trying my hardest not to get anything on me. I couldn't step backwards so once I was sure the coast was clear, I shuffled back the way I'd come in, the tip of my cum-drenched cock leaving a streak mark on the wall as I moved. Eventually the pain of this made me stop and I had to wait until I became flaccid enough again in order to slightly lean back and keep my nob off the wall.

When I emerged back into the sunshine, I took a quick visual inspection of my dick. The top looked okay, but it bloody stung when a blast of wind hit it, causing me to gasp. Recomposing myself, I had to forget what I'd done down there and worry about it later.

With all the grace of a naked handcuffed boy, I moved as quickly as I could around the block, taking my chances as I was now fully exposed to anybody and hid behind another portable classroom directly next to the playground. Constantly checking behind and around me, I peeked round the corner of the building, giving myself a near enough comprehensive view of the playground. There must have been easily a few dozen, possibly a hundred, students in the playground alone. They were mostly boys here, all standing around looking really smart in their shirts, blazers, smart trousers and shoes. It was in stark contrast to me, hiding here completely naked with a sore nob.

Most of the boys were playing football using the entire length of the playground as their pitch and using their packpacks as goalposts on the tarmac. Exactly how we did it at our school, as we weren't allowed on the playing field during breaktime where the real goalposts were, so this was nice for me to see. Elsewhere on the playground other students were milling around sitting, eating or just generally talking. Everybody moved around regularly as if to mock me and it felt like this was a video game.

I moved round slightly to eye up the outer fence. This was by far the most exposed section of my journey and it turned out the Google Earth view was correct – there was no cover, nothing to hide behind and I would be spotted as soon as I made a move. I was forced to wait for a good few minutes as I tried to devise a plan of some sort. I thought a major distraction of some sort would be the best way of getting through, though I was hardly in any position to create one, never mind one big enough to distract a hundred students without attracting attention to myself. I was beginning to think I'd met my match and I'd be stuck here until the bell rang, my minds eye showing my friend walking down the road with my clothes in the rucksack.

Circumstances changed somewhat and I was given a free lifeline. On the other side of the block I was hiding behind, two students had had a disagreement that had descended into a punch-up. In my experience school fights act like magnets to all students to come and swarm round the fight like bees to a honey pot. So when the first punch was thrown, everybody in the playground stopped what they were doing and headed off to watch the students knock seven bells out of each other.

I saw my chance and took it. I had to take the risk and go now as it was guaranteed everybody would come back to the playground once the fight was either over, defused or everybody lost interest. With a quick glance, I came out of hiding and headed for the playground, sticking with the fence as I went. As soon as my bare foot hit the tarmac, I briefly paused, the tarmac being hot in the sun but I soon pressed on. I had to.

About halfway across the playground I came across a stray football that had been abandoned mid game. It was rolling in my direction, and had the potential to trip me up if I wasn't watching what I was doing. It was something else I had to keep an eye on in addition to constant looking around for other people. The football I managed to avoid when it bounced back off the fence just in front of me and while I loved football, now wasn't the time to play.

I spotted an open-topped wall at the far end of the playground that must have been recently added, as it didn't appear on the Google Earth view, and I headed straight for it. I could hear fight chants and what not beginning to fade so I had to get out of here sharpish. I made it to the wall and with a quick glance over to check it was empty, rolled myself onto the top of the wall and landed on my feet on the other side. It was only a three foot [90 cm] high wall that I rolled over, so I crouched down and moved onwards where I could peek round the corner to come back onto the main path.

I paused for a second to recompose myself, breathing deeply, plotting my next move. Racking my brains from the Google Earth view and site map I'd found on the school website, I was now pretty much on the home straight. This was a narrow piece of tarmac I was next to, with a grassy slope leading up to the playing fields. There was a bench halfway up the path that was covered at its side so if the worse came to the worse, I could roll under it.

I decided the easiest way to get through was to just make a dash for the bench as fast as my ankle chains would let me. It was a good job I went when I did, as two younger students suddenly appeared from around the next corner, forcing me to jump behind the bench and crouch down.

The two other boys then decided to sit down on the bench, and I could hear them rustling tin foil, crisp packets and what not. I spotted another kid coming towards them and I was now forced to lie down and roll under the bench out of sight. When I was completely underneath, I saw another pair of feet come stand behind the bench, and I wriggled myself down as close to the feet of the boys sitting on the bench without touching them while also being careful not to hit the two feet behind the bench. I was now totally trapped, no way of getting out and if any of these three looked under the bench, I'd be seen. I held my breath, trying not to make a single sound that would give me away.

I knew I needed a distraction as I lay there face up, but I knew I was in no position to generate one. I was dependent on pretty much a miracle. I began to come to the conclusion my naked venture was not going to end at the gates of this school and I would be walking home naked, with all the embarrassment and humiliation that entailed. I could hear the entire conversation between these three students, and I suspected they were good friends.

After a pause of a few minutes, the boys stood up from their seat and I heard them clearing away. They mentioned something about "getting to the front of the class first" as they left which gave me a clue I was running out of time. When they all left, I rolled over onto my front and peeked out from beneath the bench to check the coast was clear, then rolled over once again, lying flat face-up on the tarmac.

I crossed my legs, sat myself up and moved myself into a kneeling position. From there it was a case of leaning on the bench for support as I stood up again, this having been one of the things I was least looking forward to doing, getting up in handcuffs. I struggled slightly with this, mindful of the time and also I was fully exposed again to anybody who came round the corner.

Once I was up again, I continued to make my way towards the path out of the building. I stuck my head round the corner to see an empty area. Once I'd decided to make a dash for it, I found myself standing at the corner of the main building, looking up towards the library.

There was an alleyway that led to the open path that itself led to the gate I had to haul my naked self to before the bell rang. The problem was this had younger students dotted around, and after checking behind me, I hid in a doorway as soon as I spotted them before they could see me. How was I going to get past?

I racked my brains, trying to visualise the map again. The easiest option was to get up on the field and follow the outer fence all the way round to the gate – it would get me there but it would take a large amount of time, far far more than I actually had. I reckoned I had less than five minutes to get out, if that. The quickest option was to get to the path – somehow.

I had huddled close to the door in the doorway so that if it opened I wouldn't be (totally) seen from the inside at least. From the outside I was fully exposed. I started to think about what I was going to do when suddenly the doors behind me opened, forcing me directly up against the glass. A couple of teachers were carrying something coffin-shaped that had drapes hanging down the sides to the floor. While the teacher at the back of this object closed the doors, I quickly darted underneath the object they were carrying and followed their lead.

As we moved, I had to be careful that the teacher behind me didn't inadvertedly trample on my ankle chains as that would make me trip and give the game away; it was easier to shuffle side to side like a crab and keep my legs as far apart as I could, again being careful not to have my toes trampled on in the process. It then suddenly occured to me I didn't know where we were going but they were heading in the general direction of the alleyway, which was en-route to the library.

We weren't moving that fast and I could just see out through the drapes without having to pull them apart. The drapes didn't quite hit the ground so my feet were slightly exposed but that was the least of my issues at the moment. I could see various boys putting things into their backpacks, an act which again reminded me of the time issue I was under.

I spotted the gap to the alleyway that had been cleared by the students hanging around, and as soon as I was level with it I quickly jumped out into the gap, having quickly checked there was nobody to see me do this and the teachers didn't spot me, thank goodness.

Unfortunately the force from my jump caused me to crash to the floor in in the alleyway and I could feel tarmac scraping against my knees, stomach and my (still sore) dick. I mustered all the strength I had not to cry out, and after a very brief pause, I rolled over onto my back again, sat up and shuffled towards the wall, using it as leverage on my journey to stand up straight again.

Glacing behind me, I was pleased to see I appeared to have gotten away with it. The front of my anatomy was slightly dirty but that was about it. I had a slight erection from where it had been scraped across the floor when I fell but I could live with that as I was near enough home and dry.

I proceeded to run like buggery within the limits of my ankle chains towards the gate. I reckoned I had less than 90 seconds if that. Soon I could see my friend at the gate, rucksack on his back glancing at his watch. He soon spotted me and alternatively shifted his gaze between me and his watch, almost willing me on.

By this point in time I ached all over. My feet hurt, my arms hurt, my dick still hurt after scraping it twice and after all the thinking I'd had to do to get here, my head hurt as well. Regardless, I continued my plod towards dare completion, thinking about how proud of myself I was as I continued to listen out for the bell.

My friend's glaze continued to shift between his watch and me. When I was about 20m away from the gate, he put up both hands and began a countdown. Less than 10 seconds. It then suddenly occurred to me, there was nothing to stop me jumping and it would be quicker. I proceeded to jump forward two or three times and fell out of the gate onto my friend the second the bell rang.

"You jammy shit!" he exclaimed. "Could you cut it any closer?" He proceeded to give me a quick friendly congratulatory hug before I watched him undo the padlocks on the rucksack. We walked to the steps of the bridge and sat me down on a teatowel. Taking a small bunch of keys from his top shirt pocket (I was so relieved to see them!), he removed my ankle chains, picked up my feet and examined my soles. Pulling a water spray from the rucksack, he proceeded to wash my feet before putting my socks on, and putting my socked feet on a towel he'd bought

"Please check my dick, it hurts," I asked softly, catching him before he removed my handcuffs. As he approached me, I put my legs down as straight as I could and winced visually as he took hold of my dick – right in one of the sore parts.

"What the fuck happened here, you drop your cock in a shredder or something?" my friend exclaimed as he saw what I had done to my member. "You've got cuts and what not here."

"Got wanked off. By a wall." He looked at me, intrigued.

"Nasty. I got something for that, you're not going to like it but…" I cut him off mid sentence, anything to stop the pain.

"Just do it. For fuck's sake, just do it!" I cried.

"Lie down there on the ground," he asked. I stood up from the steps and lay on the flat ground as he extended the towel my feet were on. Sitting me up, he removed the handcuffs from my wrists, unhooked one end of the linking chain and fed it through the chain fence before resecuring it again. Lying me down again with my hands above my head, he locked them again on my wrists.

"But why?" I asked. He silenced me by putting a finger over my mouth.

"We're best friends aren't we?" I nodded. "Do you trust me?" I nodded again. "Good." My friend went to the rucksack and pulled out a small bottle and some cotton wool. He showed me the label on the bottle (TCP Liquid Antiseptic) and I knew immediately why he'd tied my hands up out of the way. Anybody who's used this stuff knows it: a) stings like buggery and b) stinks the place out. My typical reaction to this stuff normally was to attack the stinging with my hands so I presumed that's why my hands had been tied.

I watched as he straddled my body at just above my knees, effectively pinning me down to the ground. He put the cotton wool on top of the bottle, tipped it up and over again and then applied it to one of the cuts on my willy. It felt like he'd set fire to my nob.

"Ah fuck!" I shouted a few times as I writhed and squirmed. The handcuffs did their job, keeping my hands out of the way as my friend treated my self-inflicted wounds, his weight keeping me down allowing him to concentrate on my cuts. The work he was doing involuntarily started another erection off but it wasn't the first time I'd had a stiffie in front of him and I dare say it wouldn't be the last.

"How we doing?" he asked. "Tell me when it stops hurting, or I'll wait for you to stop shouting."

"Why have you got TCP and cotton wool?" I asked, intrigued as to why he had this with him in the first place.

"Dunno. Wasn't going to bring it but then I thought you'd either do or be forced to do something unpleasant with your wiener and I was right." He tipped some more TCP onto some cotton wool and applied it forcefully to another cut on the underside of my member and I winced and tried to pull my arms down as the stinging began. "Call this an erection? Hah. My nob's bigger than this." I opened my mouth to throw an insult back but stopped as I saw him pick up the TCP bottle.

After a good twenty minutes or so of dabbing on my erect tender bits, my friend decided I had been patched up enough and any other pain I suffered was down to my own stupid fault. I wouldn't be able to wank for a couple of days without it hurting but I could live with that. He watched as my dick began to return to its regular flaccid state, then finally removed the handcuffs from my wrists and gave me all my clothes back from out of the rucksack, still neatly folded.

As I dressed, trying not to run my underpants across my cuts, I gazed back into the school I had just walked through naked – I could just see the bottom playground, the alleyway with the bench I'd laid under, and the outside block that had practically shredded my wiener today. Evn though I didn't (officially) go to this school, it was now a valuable memory to me.

"How'd you find that then Lewi?" my friend asked as he collected his belongings together. Officially my name was Lewis, most people called me Lew, but only one person was allowed to call me Lewi – and he had just had my nob in his hands.

"Not bad actually," I replied, as my emotions began to settle. Secretly I'd enjoyed it, and being wanked off by a building was a new experience, albeit painful. We high-fived each other.

"Cool, we might have to up the ante next time."

"Next time?"

"Why not? You did enjoy it, didn't you?" he replied logically. 'Suppose I did, really. My mind turned to the various variables that could make the next naked trip through school more interesting – a different school with a shorter break period, me wearing gags, blindfolds, anything that made a noise to draw attention to me. That was for next time.

***

As an epilogue, I couldn't wank myself off for the best part of the next month after I practically shredded my willy on the side of that bloody block. I had to pad my underpants out with cotton wool to limit the chafing and the pain, but on the plus side it made me look like I had the biggest nob in my school :)

When my desire to wank was too great, I had to ask my friend to get me off – carefully – using cotton buds that snaked their way up the underside of my dick avoiding my cuts. He would also secretly (he told me) enjoy watching me writhe in agony as he applied TCP to my willy. He was the only one who saw my dick in that state and he kept my secret – nobody else, not even my parents, my nosey little brother or even my second best friend – found out about it or my escapade.

Eventually the damage I caused to myself healed after a couple more weeks but my friend continued to own my dick and control my wanking for at least another six weeks after I was healed to punish me for being stupid enough to cut my wiener to that degree in the first place. Still it wasn't the stupidest thing I'd done or would do.

The End