By Kona-chan
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Copyright 2019 by Kona-chan, all rights reserved
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The following story is based on true events. I recounted this
story on my blog. It was one of those memories growing up that stuck
with me. All of it is accurate to the best of my memory.
It was a sunny day in the 90’s. I was a sixth-grader going to middle
school. Thanks to being around Hispanic people for a while, I kind of
picked up the language, but I still to this day understand it way
better than I can speak it. I think I dreaded PE most of all the
subjects. It wasn’t the running and physical exertion, mind you. I was
still...underdeveloped, and I was very shy about my body, and therefore
I was very hesitant to strip down to my underwear, even for a few
seconds, to change into my PE clothes. So, what I would do was wait
until the last people were gone and change clothes quickly when no one
was around. It was a sneaky strategy - that didn’t last long. After
about a week or two of doing this I caught the attention of some wrong
people. I wish I could say that I was caught by the PE teachers. No
such luck.
Three boys my age, all hispanic, came up
to me when I thought I was alone. The apparent leader of the group
asked me why I didn’t change in front of other people like the rest of
the students. They backed me up until my back was up against the wall
that made up the barrier of the shower partition. I told him meekly
that I was a shy type, and I felt uncomfortable undressing in front of
people. He told me that he didn’t like that and that I would have to
strip – starting right then and there. He told me that I had to strip
to my underwear in front of them. I couldn’t believe what I was
hearing. He told me that it was for my own good and that I needed to
get over myself. He also told me that if I didn’t comply, they were
going to strip me naked and toss me outside and lock me out. I sure as
hell didn’t want to be naked in front of the entire class, including
the girls, so I did as I was told. My face felt like it was on fire as
I took off my shirt, socks and my pants.
When I took
off my pants, there must have obviously been a bulge missing because
one of them said, “Oye, mira a ese chiquito pipi!” which was Spanish
for “Wow, look at that tiny, little dick!” I cringed. I felt so
humiliated. Why did it bother them so much that I tried to have a
little bit of privacy while I was changing? Why couldn’t they just
leave me alone?? With my spirit crushed and feeling totally
emasculated, I put on my PE clothes. After the leader smiled
confidently, he told me a few more things that I honestly can’t
remember now, and I quickly left to join the other kids. I was pretty
sure that my face was still red.
That was the end of
that. This kicked off a pretty big humiliation fetish for me. I slowly
started to derive pleasure from shame, both myself and hearing about
others. But, I digress. I've always wondered something in the back of
my mind. What if things had gone differently? What if I had resisted in
some way and they had reacted in the worst way possible, leading to
much worse humiliation?
What follows is my fantasy of
what could have taken place. As an example, what if they had stripped
me completely naked, and pointed and laughed at my tiny package? Even
more humiliating would be if they had gone through with their threat
and tossed me outside in front of the class (of girls, as well as boys)
in just my underwear, or worse. Let’s follow the rabbit hole and see
just how far it goes.
"What??" I asked incredulously.
It was the most absurd thing that I had ever heard. These strangers had
just asked me to change clothes in front of them, as if they had asked
me to go pick up a quarter off the ground. I didn't even do that with
family or people that I knew.
The expression on the
leader's face told me he meant business. This was no time to fuck
around. But...how could I? Maybe I could convince them to turn around
or go around the corner while I changed real quick. My eyes silently
pleaded with them, but it wasn't working.
"Quit
stalling!" the leader said, "Everyone's waiting for us! It's no big
deal. You don't have nothing we haven't seen before." I let out a
ragged breath and swallowed my pride. This was going to be humiliating.
Wanting to get this over with, I began by taking off my shirt. I was
slightly chubby back then, so even taking off my shirt to reveal my
prepubescent body was to me shameful. That and I had some really tiny
nipples and felt self-conscious about those, too. That, however, paled
in comparison to what I was desperately trying to hide in my pants.
I peeled off my socks, beside myself that something like this was
happening to me. I felt so violated already. I grabbed my PE shirt,
hoping that at least some of my modesty was going to be protected. It
was snatched out of my hands. “Not today! This time you show us
everything,” the leader said. My mouth hung open. I looked at the
ground. A weak “Okay,” escaped me. God, I was such a pathetic wimp.
The time had come. With a sense of dread but wishing to put this awful
situation behind me, I fumbled with the button on my jeans, and once
that was undone, pulled down my zipper. I swallowed hard, pulled down
my pants, and exposed my hairless legs and undies. My dignity went
along with them.
Almost immediately upon seeing my
tighty-whities (and the lack of any bulge in the crotch), one of them
said, “Oye, mira a ese chiquito pipi!” which, if you’ve read the intro,
you know what that meant. I cringed, and I felt my face flush with
crushing embarrassment. Never before had someone so intimately insulted
my body, and especially my private parts. I wanted to cry. Why did he
have to say it?
As I was struggling to take off my pants, they kept taunting me. “Vas a poner a llorar, chiquio
chinito?” which meant, “You gonna start crying now, little Asian boy?”
I guess I looked like or sounded like I wanted to cry. I don’t know, it
was all so traumatizing, and I was so desperate to just have it end. I
was standing there in only my underwear now, wanting so hard to cover
up my naked flesh, but especially my non-existent bulge. “El todavia es
un nino chiquito,” which meant “He’s still a little boy.” I must have
looked ridiculous to them.
The leader told me to
stand up straight and put my hands on my head. I did as I was told,
slowly. I didn’t want to piss them off, being in such a vulnerable
state. I just hoped that no other students would come in and find us
like this, with me with my hands on my head, covered only with the thin
white fabric of my briefs. If only a teacher would come in at this
time. I started to fidget from being so nervous. I began to shiver
involuntarily. I’m not sure if it was from the cold or from my shocked
nerves.
The leader looked at me in my misery. I
thought that maybe this was the point in which he would take pity on
me, and I was wrong. “We noticed that you have no body hair,” he said,
“not under your arms or on your chest or on your legs.” Oh, shit, I thought to myself, I don’t like where this is going.
“And,” he continued, smirking as he glared at my tiny package, “I can
see that you are not covering up that much. Are you even a man?” I was
cut down by those words. Tears began to well up in my eyes at the
shock. His last sentence in particular kept ringing inside my head.
The leader of the gang looked to his friends on his left and his right,
one taking my PE clothes, the other bundling up my shirt, socks and
pants. They likely wanted to block any means of escape for me. They
both smirked and nodded at their front man as if in confirmation. He
then said the words I feared the most, “Drop your underwear. We want to
see what you look like naked. Make sure you aren’t some little girl
that snuck in here.” Tears were now rolling down my cheeks as I shook
my head pleadingly and begged them to leave me alone. This would be the
ultimate indignity – to be cornered and stripped naked of any and all
possessions, even stripped of clothes – no, even worse, stripped of my
humanity and treated like an animal. They were going to examine and
prod me like I was a dog or cow.
I stood there
shaking my head “no.” I didn’t know what else to do. I even
involuntarily had my hands in front of me doing the same thing for
emphasis. They were not amused and soon became agitated. “Se va a bajar
los calzoncillos (You will lower your underwear),” the leader said, now
speaking to me in Spanish, as well, probably out of annoyance, “O...nos
los vamos a quitar por ti. (Or we will take them off for you.)” I
didn’t catch all of that due to my mind racing, but I had caught
enough, and my choices weren’t good. The leader added, “Y no vamos a
devolverlos si nos los quitamos.” Shit, if I didn’t do as they told me,
I was going to be forcibly stripped...and I wouldn’t be getting my
clothes back. I was shaking. I knew that I had to, but...I..I just..I
just couldn’t. I couldn’t go through with it.
After I
stood there sobbing and whimpering, I guess they had had enough. One of
them said, “Pues, ahora vamos a ver si es un hombre o niña,” which
meant, “I guess we’re going to find out now if you are a man or a
girl.” With that said, they threw all of my clothes, including those
for PE, over the shower partitions and surrounded me. My first instinct
was to run – but run where? I
didn’t even have my clothes! Not to mention that I couldn’t get passed
them even if I wasn’t half-naked already. This was turning into a
nightmare! I put my arms up defensively, which they grabbed onto. I
struggled against their grip but they held on tight, and it wasn’t like
I was strong, anyway. One of them said, “Incluso pelea como una niña,” or “He even fights like a girl.” I tried to ignore that comment. I didn’t want a fight, I just wanted to go home.
I struggled to get free, but could not break their grasp. A swift punch
to the stomach by the leader took the air, and the fight, out of me. I
began to sob. The trio looked at me piteously. The leader stepped
forward, and I braced myself for another punch. Instead, I felt him try
to yank down my underwear. No! I kicked at him, and I could already
feel the cold air on my bare ass cheek. For that, I got a slap to the
left side of my face. The others let me go and forced me down on my
knees.
I wanted to cry. What had I done wrong? Was
not changing with the rest of the kids worth this abuse? “You better
stand up! And get those pinches chonies off, already!” I slowly stood
up, my whole body shaking with fear. The group looked like they were
getting really pissed off now. One even starting cracking his knuckles.
Oh, man. I did not want a 3-on-1 fight – in my underwear. My eyes
darted to each one begging for mercy. All I got back were menacing
stares. There was no room to run, no hiding, no negotiating. I was out
of options. There was only one way out of this. This went well beyond
humiliating – it was ridiculous! I didn’t dare look anyone in the eye
now. I hooked my thumbs on the elastic band of my tighty-wighties,
which my ass was pretty much already hanging out of.
I drew in a ragged breath, not believing what I was about to do. I held
my breath, shook my head, let it out half-way, swallowed my pride, and
slowly pulled down my underwear, revealing fully my naked body to
someone else for the first time in a long time. The guys were laughing
out loud at the sight of my pinky-sized, peanut-shaped penis, and my
prepubescent nutsack. My “balls” had only started to descend so there
was not much to see of them, either. My briefs hit the cold floor. My
lower lip was quivering, as were my poor legs as they threatened to
lose all strength holding me up. I felt like a toddler who had just
soiled his diaper and needed to stand naked and revealed in order to be
properly cleaned.
I could no longer stand the shame
and covered my body, especially my pathetic cock, as best I could. The
bullies grabbed my arms and pulled them apart. They got a good, long
look at what was probably the smallest penis they had seen on a boy
that was out of diapers. They started to taunt me. “Que chiquito!”
“Fucking tiny, little dick!” “Donde estan los huevitos? (Where the fuck
are the balls?)” I could feel wave after wave of shame hit me as all I
could do was stand there, still in unbelief that this was actually
happening. Tears were pouring out of my eyes as I stood there fully
exposed - and in such an indignant manner, my arms still pinned to my
side. Not that there was any reason to cover myself up for them now. At
this point, the damage had been done. I just hoped word of this
wouldn’t get out to other kids at school. I would never hear the end of
it.
“Wish I had a fucking camera, this shit is
hilarious!” This was the period before cell phones were commonplace
like they are today, a fact that I am very grateful for, although they
still had portable cameras and those nifty one-time use disposables.
The leader looked at me pitifully and said, “Pobrecito.” I wanted to
crawl under a rock. It was all too much. I hung my head low, and could
only stare at my boyhood, the object of their ridicule. I didn’t know
yet, however, that it wouldn’t just be their ridicule I was to receive.
After standing there for what seemed like an hour,
they finally tired of laughing and one said, “Ey, maybe he should be in
the other locker room...con eso pipi pequeno?? (...with that tiny
dick??)” My eyes grew wide as I realized what they were saying. They
seemed to like the idea. I panicked. Surely they weren’t thinking of
throwing me into the girl’s locker room, were they?? Having some boys
know how un-hung I was was bad enough – but to have girls know – that
would be too much! I was already shy around girls. If they knew my
humiliating secret, I would never be able to talk with them, or look
them in the eye again. With renewed strength in my limbs that seemingly
came from nowhere, I thrashed against my captor’s bonds, pulling as
hard as I could.
They didn’t take too kindly to that.
They grabbed my foot as I was kicking and punched me in the gut. I
would have dropped to the ground, but they still held onto my arms. The
leader took my underwear off my foot. He dangled it in front of me. The
others looked at each other with a smirk and let go of my arms. I tried
to get the last vestige of my modesty from him, but I was too slow. The
pain in my stomach probably didn’t help, either. They tossed it to each
other, just out of my grasp, in a cruel game of keep away, my tiny cock
bouncing up and down as I jumped to reach my shorts. The leader took my
shorts, grabbed me by the back of the head when I got close, and rubbed
it on my face. I can smell my own stink on them. They laughed and
before I could recover, he tossed them out of sight.
I tried to scramble to the place where it had landed, but was
interrupted by the boys grabbing me, one on each arm, and the other
lifting me off the ground by my feet. At the time, I weighed a little
over 130 lbs, so between them, it was almost effortless even with me
struggling. I saw that they were carrying me to the exit! “Nooo!” I
begged, “Please! Don’t!” They pushed the doors open and dropped my body
on the ground. The doors closed before I could recover. I frantically
pulled on the doors but they were holding them shut from the other
side. I was openly crying, tears streaming down my face, panic setting
in at the thought that I was going to be caught naked and seen by all
the kids in class. Thankfully, they were all gathering on the opposite
side of the building.
I needed a place to hide. Since
I was locked out of the boy’s locker room (and even if I could get in,
those assholes were still in there), there was only one place to go:
the girl’s locker room. At that moment, I didn’t care. I just needed to
hide my nakedness. I pulled the door to the girl’s locker room, praying
that it was not locked. I opened it a crack and slipped inside.
Covering my privates with my hands, I ducked down as low as I could go.
What was I going to do now? I was in a locker room for GIRLS. The most
I could hope for was to find a pair of pants (sorry to the girl that I
would be stealing that from) and a shirt or jacket, and hopefully that
would get me away from the locker room for a while and buy me some time
to come up with what else I needed to do. I could hide out, and even if
I was to get caught by the school staff, at least I wasn’t going to be
naked.
“Damn, man! That shot you did over there was
so rad!” My heart jumped into my throat. Fuck! There were people still
in here! I was doomed. “Who the hell says ‘rad’ anymore?” his companion
replied. What were two boys doing in the girl’s locker room? And why
weren’t they with the other kids? It was then that I heard FEMALE
voices. “For sure,” a girl said, “Where are you from? The 80’s?” They
all started laughing. From what I could gather, there were two guys and
at least two girls. My heart was pumping so loudly I could
hear it in my ears. I tried to think, my eyes brimming with tears. If I
searched the lockers for clothes, they would definitely hear me and
come investigating. I thought about going back to the boy’s locker
room. Maybe I could bargain with them since they had already seen me
naked and had already had their fun. Then, I heard one of the girls
say, “Hold on, guys. I need to get my stuff. It’s why I came in here,
remember?” I heard them walk toward my position. Holy shit – I was
trapped. What was I going to do?