Nothing! He’s not stripping!

Bob 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 **** of the hook, resulted in him unintentionally baring the top of his ass to the world, something that the girls who were still watching the poor frycook from inside the restaurant made quick note of.

Bob 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 **** 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.

Bob 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. Bobby wished that he could just disappear into thin air, escaping the embarrassing predicament.

“Please, I’ll never play with hooks again!” The almost naked man 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 Bob’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 Bob had accidentally bent snapped back into its original shape, sending the poor boy flying in the direction of the restaurant. His body un gracefully made a ‘splat’ sound as he collided with the building’s large window, the **** of the impact effectively sticking the uncovered fry-cook to the glass.

He opened his eyes to see his worst nightmare come to life. His crush, Jamie, and several of her friends were all staring at him in just his underwear as 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 Bob’s one-man show:

“Look! It’s Bobby nudie-pants!”

“Little Bob came out to see us!”

“He’s so tiny!”

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

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

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

“Did you get to see it?”

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

And with that, Jamie pulled up her phone to show Sandra the fruits of her labour.