PANTSED! - Stories of Male Sexual Humilation - Series 1
Tony
**** PANTSED! Stories of Male Sexual Humiliation - series 1 ****
The following collection of stories were submitted to me in response
to my first posting, seeking those who would like to share their own
experiences. In the future, I will probably post stories sent to me
directly, after removing the original author’s name and email, as a
simple reply to this thread (less work, for sure.) I will only post
what I have been given permission to post by the submitter. I work
from the assumption that all stories given to me for posting have had
names or places changed to protect the someones or somethings.
I am also willing to answer questions regarding my own experiences
(especially from the ladies!) Please feel free to write to me. It
is my hope that by posting this collection, I will encourage others
to share as well.
Here are the stories contained below:
002.01 - Pantsed Behind the Locker Room
003.01 - Pantsed at the Dance
003.02 - Pantsed on the Job
004.01 - Black On White
005.01 - A Surprize Pantsing Party
005.02 - After the School Assembly
006.01 - Pantsed at the Back of the Bus
007.01 - Naked in a Daze
Enjoy!
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Pantsed! - Story 002.01 - Pantsed Behind the Locker Room
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[In response to relating some of my story, this person wrote...]
like you, i was extremely shy in high school about getting undressed
for gym, and there were guys in the locker room who made mention of
it. at first, they wanted to "help" me feel more comfortable by saying
things like "it's alright, we're all just guys here," but that they
made any efforts toward me at all only seemed to make it worse.
(by the way, outside of this particular situation, i wasn't an
outsider... i had plenty of friends, and was generally able to fit in,
socially.)
[...]
similarly, i was attacked behind the school. the locker room guys
ambushed me as i was about to go home one day. there was a large crowd
gathered back there (which wasn't terribly unusual, being that time of
day and all), when i was cornered by three of the locker room guys.
they were asking me what my problem was and all, and i really didn't
understand where they were coming from.
so, the one guy told his two friends, "hold him!" and he grabbed me by
the shirt and pulled me toward him, real hard. my shirt tore along the
neck (which hurt!) and that got me mad, so i started trying to work
myself free and swing at the guy.
the two guys let go of me, so we ended up rolling on the ground,
wrestling/fighting each other, but as i was trying to hit him, his
whole effort was to rip off my clothes... at which, little by little,
he was successful. he tore my shirt right down my back, so it just
fell off me. then, as i was on the ground face down, he grabbed my
back pocket on my pants, and ripped it down my leg. i looked behind me
and saw my underwear was sticking out.
(i could hear some of the people looking on saying "that's not cool,
man" etc., but he didn't seem to care... his friends were very into
seeing this happen, and kept pushing him on.)
i jumped up and tried to hold the back piece of my pants so my
underwear wouldn't be showing. this is when he started saying
something like, "what's wrong, shy boy? afraid everyone will see your
underwear?" and stuff like that. he grabbed the back of my pants and
they were ripped along the waistband around to the front, and the
whole left leg of my pants was ripped off.
someone else pulled down my briefs, and i was trying to hide myself
with what was left of my pants, (my friend later told me my butt was
sticking out plain for everyone). the first guy grabbed the other side
of my pants and trying to rip them off, as well. i finally let go of
them so that i could pull my briefs back up, and he was able then to
rip my pants off so that i was left with just the waistband of them.
he pulled down on the back of my underwear as i was pulling up the
front... he never got them off, but they got stretched out really
badly. finally, he and his friends tossed the pieces of my pants at me
and took off, leaving me in just my ragged out briefs and socks. i was
mortified; i actually felt nauseaus, thinking that everyone was
looking at me in this state.
two of the girls who watched all this wanted to help, by letting me
borrow their jacket and offering me a ride home. i felt so stupid, i
was practically crying, more out of anger than anything.
[...]
i don't really like thinking of these guys in particular, but the
whole scenario is now a repeat fantasy of mine. i thought i was very
unique in this way, but online i've come to find that there are others
who have been through the same sort of thing and now find it exciting.
[...]
yeah, we had one of those coaches, too... but i don't think anyone
could ever prove that he set anyone up for a depantsing like that.
[...]
my guy friend told me of some of the comments he heard from people,
and they were almost all sympathetic to me. but he did say that there
were some girls who seemed to really get off on it, and had actually
asked the guys if they were going to do that to anyone else.
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Pantsed! - story 003.01 - Pantsed at the Dance
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At a freshman-senior mixer dance, some of the seniors backed my date
and myself into a corner and pulled our clothes off. Both senior boys
and girls undressed us....they pulled off my shoes and socks, my suit
jacket, tie and shirt....finally they even unzipped my pants and
pulled them off....in the process my white cotton underpants came
almost completely off as well.
My date did not fair any better...the seniors stripped her down to
just her bikini panties. We were both totally and completely
humiliated....we had to run to my car out in the parking lot...half
the school got to see us both almost naked....we both got kidded
about this for the rest of the year
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I do not know why they picked on my date and I...just "lucky" I guess.
The dance was in the school gym.
When the boys and girls were pulling off my clothing...my underpants
were jerked down past knees for a time...and when my date's bra was
pulled off, exposing her breasts (this was the first time I had ever
seen them), I had the humiliating experience of an erection...that
was certainly an exciting first date.
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Pantsed! - story 003.02 - Pantsed on the Job
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A story about a friend,
Fred was just sixteen and this was his first real job. He was
working part-time after school and on the weekends at the Burger
Palace. The older students that worked there really gave him a hard
time during the first few weeks. On Fred's first Saturday he was
working the takeout counter and the customer traffic was really
intense. He knew the supervisor was watching him and so he did not
want to do anything that was not strictly by the manual. Suddenly he
felt a pair of hands tugging at the elastic waist band of his uniform
pants. When he turned away from the customers to see what the hell
was going on he got a very disapproving look from his supervisor. So
he just kept passing out the food orders and the senior girls who had
crawled up behind him kept pulling down on his pants. He tried to
hold onto his uniform with one hand and pass out food with the other
but it was a losing battle. In very short order, the girls had
gotten his pants completely off, leaving him in just his Burger
Palace t-shirt and his white cotton underpants. He was in a real fix,
he could not leave the counter without the supervisor jumping down
his throat and maybe lose his job....but on the other hand everybody
in the crew was laughing at his exposed underpants. But the
embarrassment was just beginning. The girls came back and before he
knew what they were up to, they had grabbed his underpants and
pealed them down his legs and completely off. They left him
completely exposed from the waist down. He was humiliated as his
bare bottom was in plain view to the entire kitchen staff.
Supervisor or no supervisor Fred could not handle it any more...he
dropped his hands to cover his naked state and took off for the staff
locker room. I can still remember the sounds of laughter as Fred
made his half naked dash through the kitchen. I do think the girls
really enjoyed seeing Fred's naked body.
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Pantsed! - story 004.01 - Black On White
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I saw your post and figured that maybe I'd share an experience that
happened to me several years ago. Actually it was a series of
episodes that were repeated on a number of occassions but I'm going
to share the first time it happened with you. I'm an only child and
my parents were divorced when I was about 5 years old. My mother had
to struggle to make ends meet financially and while most of the
friends I grew up with moved out of the deteriorating neighborhood I
lived in, there wasn't much that my mom could do to move us out.
Anyway, just some background information for you.
I wound up going to the local high school which by the time I went
there was almost entirely black or Hispanic. There was a handful of
whites like myself but definitely a small minority going there. It
was a pretty rough school! It seems as though it started right from
the start. Grant it, I had made some black friends but the vast
majority of my classmates hung around together and wanted little to
do with me. During the school day, gym was the worst. There was only
me and two other white guys in the class and it seems like the blacks
would take every opportunity they got to tease or bother us, ganging
up on us if it was dodgeball, basketball or whatever happened to be
going on in the class. I was only about 16 at the time and many of
them were a year or so older. Showers were rough since it was like
you were lost in a sea of black guys who continually joked about how
small my dick was. In truth, I'm not that small. I had just under 7
inches hard but only about 3 when it was soft. Many of them had
pretty long ones dangling between their legs and they'd wave them at
me as they joked about mine. I think this whole scene which was
repeated every time we had gym was what started the ball rolling. One
day, after showers and as I was drying myself, four guys, already
fully dressed, came up to me and started shoving me roughly, laughing
and poking at me as I tried to back away. They grabbed me by the arms
and dragged me kicking and shouting towards the door to the gym. I
have no idea where the gym teacher was, he didn't show his face, but
to this day I think he probably knew exactly what was going on and
did nothing to stop it. I'm not really small and in had a pretty good
build for a 16 year old but the sheer numbers alone meant I had no
chance to stop them. They easily handled me and shoved me out into
the corridor. I was out of breath from trying to fight them off but
they got me down the hall and headed me straight for the girl's
restroom. They shoved me in, slammed the door shut and then held it.
I turned beet red as I came face to face with two startled girls.
They were both black and I felt so embarrassed as I tried to cover up
myself. After the initial shock, they became hysterical laughing at
me and even kept yanking my hands away from my crotch. It seemed like
an eternity but I think it was only a few minutes when the black guys
opened the door. I dashed out like a freed animal and dashed back to
the locker room, threw my clothes on and then left. I was really
embarrassed and wouldn't tell anybody about it which was, in
retrospect, a mistake since it left me open and fair game for quite a
few other pretty crazy scenes. And, as it turns out, I wasn't the
only white guy the blacks had some fun with. I'm 22 now but I can
remember every last minute of every occurence as if it just happened.
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Pantsed! - 005.01 - A Surprize Pantsing Party
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I went to an upper-middle class high school in the North L.A./South
Ventura county area.
I suppose that my behaviors as a freshman at that high school were
largely to blame for my experiences. I was a rather perverse “little”
dude (5-8, 120 at the time) with the girls, and I was also "too
smart." That is, I felt like I could get away with whatever...
I was tricked into attending a "surprize" party one weekend. The older
guys accosted me there, stripped me, and dragged me into then garage
where many of my girl classmates were waiting. I thought I would just
die. They laughed, so delighted. "We got him! We got him!"...
The guys removed ALL of my clothing, either because they planned it
that way, or because girls were yelling "Strip him! Get him naked!"
while they were pantsing me. I was freaking out so bad, not only for
being so exposed but knowing that it was a set-up, so the girls were
anticipating this happening to me. Looking back, I think that my
image of alot of those girls as being "sweet and innocent" (and so
manipulable by me) was stood on its head, they suddenly seemed seemed
so powerful. I was a freshman at the time, and although the guys and
some of the girls were seniors or juniors, there were alot of freshman
girls there, girls I went to class with, and that was the most
humiliating, cause they knew what was going to happen and they came
there to see me get had.
I couldn't cover myself with anything, cause they were carrying me
around by my upper arms, and had pulled my feet up behind me so I
couldn't kick, (not that I think I had the strength at the time, I
was feeling a little sick and weak, almost faint at times) ... then
reality would rush in and I'd try to struggle, which just made
everyone laugh harder. Seeing my own classmates yelling "Look at him
squirm!" and stuff like that, I can almost remember the exact voices
of some of the girls. They paraded me around the party for awhile,
and eventually tossed me outside, and tossed my clothes after me.
I dreaded going to school the following week, but I had to ...
otherwise what could I say, my mom would find out.
Also, they eventually targeted some other guys on occasions, so that
drew some attention away from me (but not to the girls in my
neighborhood!)
Somehow, I recall their leering faces now with much excitement...
Throughout my HS years, several guys seemed to be targets of similar.
Some were dragged out of the showers for the girls PE classes, and
most shocking to me (at the time) was that a particular boys PE coach
helped set this up at times, to cajole his "boys" (football team.)
(Just another reason for me to avoid sports, besides being lazy.)
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Pantsed! - 005.02 - After the School Assembly
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When I was a junior, I hung around with this senior who was a jerk I
admit, real boastful type, but was outrageous enought that I could
open up a little and he could take the heat. He was into this
"mafioso" image, and we dressed like gangsters, suit and tie, etc.
(He also claimed that his "hero" was "Il Duce" (Mussolini) the "great"
Italian dictator, just to give you an idea of his sense of direction.)
He was a real sore-point with his own classmates. Lets say his name
was Fandelli.
The fact that we wore suits to school was a problem. Why? Because
the day before every football game, it was "tradition" that the team
came to school in suit and tie, I guess to come across as special,
real grown-up men. The fact that this was our regular attire, well,
it made the jocks look like they were imitating US. Anyway, toward
the end of the previous year, Fandelli ran for, and gained the senior
class position called "Seargent-At-Arms". This was a glorious name for
head-usher at the school assemblies and rallies. He got to pick
another 5 or 6 of us as his subordinate ... armlets I guess.
So the first week of school that next year, I looked forward to our
first assembly. There we were, dressed in our gangsta threads,
keeping the kids off of the polished hardwood basketball court as they
filed in to their seats in the bleachers. While the "ordinary" kids
sat and listened to the administrators blather on about predictable
topics, we got to strut around like we owned the place.
When assembly was over, and everyone filed out to lunch, we stayed
behind for about 15 minutes, putting away folding chairs and generally
cleaning up. (Another priviledge of Seargent-At-Arms-hood ...
janitorial service.) Finally, we walked out of the gym into the bright
sun. I had to squint through the sunlight, and directly ahead of us,
some 40 feet away, one of the coaches had what looked like a boys PE
class facing us doing jumping jacks. The were looking straight ahead,
not directly at us. The front row was the football-goons, real
big-n-ugly. I remember thinking as we turned to the right and headed
for the cafeteria, how nice it was that we could strut away from all
that rigor so freely.
We hadn't taken very many steps before a voice boomed out "Hey
Fandelli!" We looked up, and a few of the girls in front of us were
standing there, and one was pointing back over our shoulder. We
turned, and it was the coach. "Hey come here, I need to talk with
you," the coach continued. The jocks were still staring straight
ahead, jumping in lockstep. Fandelli turned and headed for the coach,
and I followed along behind him.
As we crossed about half the distance to the coach, something was
suddenly very wrong. The jocks broke (somewhat clumsily, it looked)
from jumping jacks into a run, straight for us. I backpedaled,
turning as I ran to get away, but the way forward was now blocked by
about a hundred kids, seeming to have appeared out of nowhere (they
had to have been waiting around the side of the gym for us not to see
them.) I panicked, dreading to turn and face the jocks as the
clomping of tennis-shoed feet thundered around us. But as I turned, I
saw that they already had Fandelli by the arms and legs. About six or
eight guys were carrying him past me, feet first, and he was yelling
"Hey! C'mon, put me down!" The crowd was now packing in tight around
us, and I heard a ripping sound. One of the guys had grabbed
Fandelli's shirt from the back and pretty much ripped it off of him.
I was swept along with the crowd, about three rows of people behind
Fandelli, when amid much shouting and jeering, one of the "head" jocks
yelled "His pants! Get his pants! Some of the other jocks obliged,
and I could hear Fandelli pleading "No! - Please! - Not my pants! -
C'mon - Don't!" and so on. Moments later, Fandelli's pants and
underwear were being tossed overhead, and dissapeared toward the edge
of the crowd. The jocks then tilted him up, to display him for the
crowd. I could only see from behind, now about six rows away, but I
could see the crowd, the guys and girls all laughing, gushing with
glee, and I made for a discreet exit out of fear they might go for me
next.
I remember making it to the cafeteria, in a state of mild shock. Not
so much from what they did to Fandelli, but that the "obvious"
collusion of the coach sort of sent the message that this was a
"sanctioned" activity. And of course, it had the effect that alot
more of this type of thing went on in general.
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Pantsed! - story 006.01 - Pantsed at the Back of the Bus
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I've had a fascination with this topic since I was in junior high and
first witnessed such goings-on. I was only a victim on one occasion
(and that wasn't really all that bad compared to what happened to
other boys). However, I saw many pantsing and stripping events in
junior high and high school. There was also one memorable occurence
my freshman year in college and a couple others when I worked summers
at a children's home. Throw in something I saw at a public pool a few
years back and I'd say I have a reasonable amount of experience in
this area. I've always been amazed at how easy it's been to elicit
stories from others whenever I've turned the conversation in this
direction. This has also been a hot topic here in Utah recently.
There was a hazing event in a local high school that didn't include
members of the opposite sex but the ever-diligent news media managed
to unearth an episode from a few years back when a junior was tied
naked to the towel cage in the boys' locker room and girls were
invited in by his tormentors to witness his humiliation.
By way of background, I grew up in a rural redneck town in the 60's.
The school was small enough that grades 7 to 12 (about 600 students)
were in the same building. This, of courses, made the junior high
kids into prime material for harrassment by upperclassmen. Also, the
redneck mentality among teachers and adminstrators caused such things
to be viewed as 'boys will be boys' and, with one exception, I don't
remember anyone getting into serious trouble for engaging in pantsing
or stripping. This, of course, guaranteed that these things happened
with some regularity.
I'll save my junior high experiences for later correspondence and jump
ahead to a particularly unusual event that occurred when I was a
sophomore on the cross-country team. This was a new sport in my
school at the time and the whole team was about a dozen guys. We were
on our way home from a meet in which we'd done well against bigger
schools and we were in pretty good spirits. Transportation for the
team was in a small school bus that had a cab section attached to a
'bus' section that held about 15 kids. (I think this vehicle was
called a Bobcat.) Anyway, the setup of the thing effectively
separated the driver from the students - there was only a small
plexiglas window for the driver to look through and you could make
quite a bit of noise before the driver would bang on the partition to
restore order. The coach rode up front with the driver but on this
occasion he'd driven to the meet so he wasn't on the bus.
About 20 minutes into the hour ride home (in those days you had a long
drive in rural America to compete in cross-country), a beeping horn
from behind the bus got our attention. Four upperclass girls who'd
been at the meet were jammed into the front seat of a pickup that was
now following the bus. This of course led to a lot of showing off by
the junior and senior boys. Usual juvenile stuff, making faces,
wrestling around. Then one of the girls started writing notes on a
tablet of paper and holding them up to the windshield - things like
"Jerry's the cutest" designed to get a rise out of the guys. Then
came "Show us your muscles" and more carrying on by the boys. Another
girl grabbed the tablet and, giggling, displayed the message "Show us
a moon!".
There was a lot of daring back and forth and one guy did a real quick
"half moon" before one of the seniors pointed to Gary, one of two
freshmen on the team, who was asleep at the front of the bus. Gary
was a tall, slender fifteen year old and the quintessential late
bloomer. I suppose his genitals were moderately well developed but he
had only a smattering of pubic hair. He was very self-conscious about
this and could get in and out of the showers in about 30 seconds to
avoid the inevitable razzing. (Why did they never learn that the more
you tried to avoid this, the more harrassment you invited? One kid in
my class had a little kid dick and no hair until he was a junior; he
made no attempt to hide it and I don't ever remember anyone making fun
of him.)
Anyway, Gary was sound asleep, having removed his shirt, running shoes
and socks because of the September heat. Once Bill (the ringleader)
had pointed at him, no further communication was necessary and four
guys from the back of the bus rushed forward and grabbed him. Before
the drowsy kid knew what hit him, he was dragged to the rear and
pinned ass-end to the full-length plexiglas door at the rear of the
bus. Realizing (sort of) what was happening, he'd just started
hollering and struggling as his sweatpants and shorts were pulled to
his ankles. You could see the girls laughing and applauding as Gary's
bare bottom was exposed to them. Now fully awake, he was squirming
like a demon and, ill-advisedly, hurling all sorts of invective at
his tormentors who grabbed a stray sock and shoved it in his mouth.
At this point, the most mischievous of the girls grabbed the pad and
produced a message demanding "THE FRONT!". Without hesitation, the
guys turned Gary around. It was immediately apparent from their
collective look of disappointment that the girls hadn't been able to
tell from the rear view that Gary was wearing a jockstrap. Three of
them, obviously enjoying the show, began making excited gestures
inciting the guys to pull the strap down while the fourth girl had
become quiet and was blushing almost as bright as poor Gary.
And poor Gary, indeed. His struggles redoubled as he realized 1) this
display was not for some farmer on his way to town but for four female
schoolmates and 2) he was in gravest danger of losing what little
protected him from complete and utter humiliation. It looked like the
veins on his beet-red neck and temples were about to burst and it took
all six guys who were the active participants in this escapade to
restrain him. The assailants exchanged looks while two of the girls
(excluding the embarassed one and the driver), wide-eyed with
excitement, made pleading motions with their hands. Finally, one of
the guys let go of Gary and shrugging his shoulders as if to say 'what
the heck', peeled down the jockstrap.
An extended muffled cry issued from the desparate boy as his audience
(minus one) cheered his unveiling. I remember quite vividly how his
dick and balls danced madly, bouncing off his thighs and belly as he
kicked and fought furiously to get free. As if this wasn't enough of a
show, the completely naked kid, having kicked off pants, shorts, and
jock in the struggle, managed to plant his bare feet, legs spread,
high up on the window such that, when his attackers pressed him
inward, the girls were treated to an amazingly lewd view of his most
private anatomy.
I suppose all this lasted only a few minutes though I'm sure it seemed
an eternity to Gary. An awareness that the bus was slowing and the
driver was pounding on the partition brought an end to things. The
'gang' shoved the nude boy into the well of the exit door, hiding him
from the limited view of the driver while the rest of us signaled that
everything was OK. The girls, red-faced from laughter (and God knows
what else!), waved good-bye as they passed the stopped bus. (The
embarassed one looked to be in a state of shock; I think this may have
been her first exposure to a male of the species au naturel.) Once
we were underway again, Gary was freed after being given dire warnings
of the consequences that awaited him should he make an issue of the
proceedings. As he made his way to the front of the bus where his
clothes had been thrown, he pressed his hands against his groin with
such force that it looked like he felt that if he covered his genitals
'hard enough' he could somehow undo the humiliation he had just
suffered.
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Pantsed! - story 007.01 - Naked in a Daze
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Would love to read your stories. One event that happened to me was at
a party i went to with a girl i just met, Carlleen. The party was at
the apartment of some friends of hers and it was situated just off to
the side of a bridge over the river that ran behind the house. After
smoking some dope to get high Carly gave me some lsd tabs which we
both took. Im not sure what the drug did to her but for me it stripped
away all my will power and put me at the mercy of anyone who was near
by and wanted to order me about. I remember several games people played
with me that night. I was the prize in a game of monopoly where players
gambled for articles of my clothing until I was completely nude and had
to strut around the apartment naked while everyone else at the party was
still dressed.
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Well, that’s all for now... SEND ME MORE! ---Tony.
