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towards the summer time we used to play in the woods after school. Around 100-200 would play, all different ages. We’d split the teams into boys v girls. The girls would tie a jumper to a tree at one side of the woods and the boys would tie a jumper around another at the opposite end. The goal was to collect the jumper from the other team and get it back to your tree. No one knew which tree had the jumper though- so you were a hero if you found it. It was a game we played for years.

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

Oh good Lord, Dan!
That's phenomenally, excruciatingly embarrassing!
I'm not surprised you never told anyone. Thanks for finally sharing now though, it's a hell of a story!

Yes, I think if you had been wearing boxers it would have been marginally less embarrassing for you, and probably quite a lot less fun and exciting for the girls. There's just something about pants / briefs that makes it all the more humiliating for a boy, especially when the girls comment on it! As you say: 'My worst nightmare - the most embarrassing underwear on the planet exposed to a group of girls'. I guess the only thing that could have made it worse was if they had some kind of pattern or childish picture on the front; at least they were plain green. I also liked how you say 'that confirmed what undies I was wearing that day'. I take it by that you mean you'd forgotten yourself, and hearhing the girls announce they were green was as much news to you as to them? After all, how much do we really think about what colour underwear we have on throughout the day? By 3:30 / 4pm I would have forgotten what colour pants I had on too.

I loved the lines:
“Take off his shorts- I bet he’ll tell us then”
“I wonder what he has to hide…”
“lovely green knickers you have there!”
and
“I wonder if his mommy buys them for him.”

I can quite imagine your terror and panic when you heard they were going to strip you, and then probably your annoyance at yourself for appearing so desperate for them not to? They probably would have pulled down your shorts anyway wheather you played it cool or not, but the line “I wonder what he has to hide…” suggests they might not have if you hadn't given them the answer so readily.
Then when they compare your pants to girls' 'knickers' and laugh that your mummy buys them (as if anyone else would at that age! ) just takes the humiliation to another level!

I don't know whether being blindfolded was better or worse than if you could have seen who was stripping you. In one way it's really scary as you can't see what they are about to do until you feel them do it, but then again at least you don't have to look them in the eye at the same time. But I also suppose you were left quite fearful and suspicious around any girl for quite a while, as you had no idea which were the girls who did it?

You paint a very strong and vivid picture in this story. I can almost feel the awful sensation of the girls' fingers on your shorts, undoing your belt and fly and the dreadful realisation that they really were going to do it! Every boy's worst nightmare was about to really happen to you! And then when they actually touch your 'undeveloped p***s' through your underwear!!!

It would have been nice if you boys could have rallied together and got revenge on the girls somehow but it would have meant telling the other boys what had happened to you, which I'm sure you really didn't want to! Annoyingly as well, you boys would probably have gotten into way worse trouble for 'picking on girls' than they would have been for picking on you, such is the unfair double-standard of boys vs girls!

This is by far the worst (and best) true story I've heard in ages! Thanks again for sharing it.

yes I agree briefs/pants are a whole other dimension to boxers. I don’t think I’ve ever found boxers embarrasing. You’re right also- I’m glad they were plain pants (this time). Suppose on the humiliation scale they’re on better end

as it wasn’t a day where you had to think about what pants you put on I suppose it was just routine to put any old pair on. By that time I day I couldn’t remember what design they were, only that they were little old pants/briefs.

the next few days/weeks I always wondered if girls were looking at me funny (because they were the girls that did it). I had some ideas of who it may have been but I couldn’t be certain.

I think as the years went on some things happened to girls but never as bad as being actually stripped. Maybe some skirts being lifted up but that’s all. You’re right about the unfair double standard!

Dan450 wrote: ↑Fri Oct 04, 2024 10:55 am yes I agree briefs/pants are a whole other dimension to boxers. I don’t think I’ve ever found boxers embarrasing.

'A whole other dimension' -- Absolutely! Funny how such a small amount of extra fabric around the hips / thighs makes a world of difference
One style not embarrassing at all, just regular, ordinary boxers, the other style the most embarrassing kind of underwear in the world for boys at that age! And God help you if they had any kind of pattern, cartoon or picture on the front!!

You said, 'I’m glad they were plain pants (this time)' -- THIS TIME: does that mean the girls or someone caught you again and your pants WEREN'T plain?

Yeah, I can quite imagine your paranoia after that experience, wondering if girls were looking at you in a knowing kind of way. How much did they know?? How much did ANY girl know?? Had the girls who stripped you told all the other girls in the school??!!

Did you hear of any other boys succumbing to the same fate as you? Were there ever any other stories of embarrassing goings on in those woods? It really is an incredible story!

it is interesting how a bit of fabric leads to all this humiliation! After all, the whole point of underwear is to protect your modesty.
there is another few stories regarding this game and those woods…

Indeed.

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