I was about 14 when I was beaten and robbed...
It all happened because of a girl. I was good friends with Lucy, a girl who lived at the end of my street. Her boyfriend was in the year above us at school and wasn't too impressed at our friendship. Nothing ever happened between me and her, she was more like a sister to me.
Anyway, one weekend I was cycling around the edge of the woods on my way home. I saw her boyfriend and a few of his mates cycling towards me so I turned round and cycled away from them. They chased me, I kept looking back to see how close they were to me and that proved to be my undoing as my wheel hit a tree root and I went flying over the handlebars of my bike.
They caught up to me fairly quickly and started punching and kicking me. He was telling me to leave his girlfriend alone or the beating would happen again. As I was squirming and wriggling about on the ground my t-shirt started to rise up and one of the lads shouted that he could see the waistband of my boxers. Someone suggested they see the whole of my boxers and that they should strip me. So in between laughing my t-shirt, shorts, socks and shoes were removed leaving me in my fitted black boxers.
They stood me up and wedgied me. They pulled my boxers so high that they lifted me off the ground. Finally, my boxers were pulled down, put on my head and my ass slapped until it was cherry red. They stole my bike and left me there naked. When I was sure they were far enough away I put my boxers back on and limped home...
It all happened because of a girl. I was good friends with Lucy, a girl who lived at the end of my street. Her boyfriend was in the year above us at school and wasn't too impressed at our friendship. Nothing ever happened between me and her, she was more like a sister to me.
Anyway, one weekend I was cycling around the edge of the woods on my way home. I saw her boyfriend and a few of his mates cycling towards me so I turned round and cycled away from them. They chased me, I kept looking back to see how close they were to me and that proved to be my undoing as my wheel hit a tree root and I went flying over the handlebars of my bike.
They caught up to me fairly quickly and started punching and kicking me. He was telling me to leave his girlfriend alone or the beating would happen again. As I was squirming and wriggling about on the ground my t-shirt started to rise up and one of the lads shouted that he could see the waistband of my boxers. Someone suggested they see the whole of my boxers and that they should strip me. So in between laughing my t-shirt, shorts, socks and shoes were removed leaving me in my fitted black boxers.
They stood me up and wedgied me. They pulled my boxers so high that they lifted me off the ground. Finally, my boxers were pulled down, put on my head and my ass slapped until it was cherry red. They stole my bike and left me there naked. When I was sure they were far enough away I put my boxers back on and limped home...
