the game was fun until about year 5 when people started to bring tactics into the game. When we were younger it was usually the fastest who would win. To counteract this the girls started taking hostages if a lone boy was caught alone in the woods.
i remember one day I was lurking on the girls side of the woods. Hoping to grab the prized jumper. When I made a dart for the tree I was tackled by 3-4 girls to the ground. To stop me getting away or fighting back they tied a piece of cloth around my head so I couldn’t see. I was then walked further into the girls side of the woods- where I could hear a few more girls gathered. There I was tied up to a tree.
still blindfolded, the girls asked if I was going to try and run away, which I promised I wouldn’t. They asked me to tell them which tree our jumper was tied on. I refused to surrender this information. They didn’t like this.
“Well, if you’re not going to help us what good are you?” Said one girl.
“We’ll get it out of you one way or another” said her friend.
they then proceeded to tickle and pinch me- hoping to get the crucial information.
then came the words that made me squeal internally.
“Take off his shorts- I bet he’ll tell us then”.
The sudden wave of shock came over my body. I felt my face go red. I couldn’t tell them quick enough where the jumper was! I hoped this would stop them- but how wrong was I.
“Well, well, well. That wasn’t hard was it” said the ring leader of the group.
“Actually, you seemed to tell us a bit too easily if you ask me” said another.
“I wonder what he has to hide…”
with that I felt my belt buckle get looser. I felt helpless. Suddenly the buttons of my school shorts were being undone. Then the zipper. With an almighty pull I felt my shorts fall quickly to my ankles. There were roars of laughter from the gang of girls.
“He still wears pants! Look how small they are” cried one of the girls”
another chimed in “lovely green knickers you have there!”
that confirmed what undies I was wearing that day. Little light green briefs. My worst nightmare - the most embarrassing underwear on the planet exposed to a group of girls. I couldn’t even tell which girls could see them. My bum pressed firmly against the bark of the tree, as if I was trying to back away from them. They prodded the front of pants- the thin cotton offering no protection from my undeveloped p***s.
“They are very tight undies. Are you sure they’re for boys?!”
“I wonder if his mommy buys them for him”.
i didn’t respond once. Frozen as I felt the breeze on my upper thighs and exposed legs. Not being able to see added a whole other dimension to the humiliation. It heightened every other sensation. The open air on my legs. The prodding of my crotch. The giggles and laughter from the girls. I could tell how much they were enjoying this.
the horrific ordeal was interrupted by a cry from another girl - apparently their jumper was at risk of being captured. With that I was untied, but left blindfolded in my skimpy pants. They made me count to 10 (so they could run away) before I was allowed to take off my blindfold, cover myself up and escape. I still don’t know which girls it was.
i didn’t tell anybody what happened either. I always wondered if it would’ve been as embarrassing if I was wearing boxers. I doubt it’d have been as entertaining for the girls. I’d have loved to have done something similar back to them in revenge
) just takes the humiliation to another level!
