MATCH OF THE DAY
I remember when i was about 13, i was walking home from school, minding my own business. I took a short cut through an old football field, as i got there i could hear a lot of laughter, and the sound of a ball being kicked, and too my surprised there was a large group of teenage girls playing and giggling.
In those days, i was a bit rude, and had not much respect for anyone, especially females. Of course, being a rufty toughty boy, i was better then them, so instead of staying silent, as i walked by, i shouted,
I didn't know what a slag was, i hadf heard the bigger boys saying it, and it sounded ok, so i used it.
"SLAGS WITH A FUCKING BALL"
I went on calling out, a few times. At first they justy ignored me and laughed. They stopped their game and watched me, all aone calling them all the names under the sun.
"THATS NOT NICE"
One of them called back.
"SO FUCKING WHAT"
"I'D MIND YOUR MOUTH IF I WERE YOU"
One shouted, which made me stop and look at them.
"YES, OR ELSE"
another called out.
"YEAH RIGHT...OR ELSE WHAT?"
i called back, and began walking again.
"WHAT CAN A BUNCH OF FUCKING SLAGS DO?"
"YOU'D BE SURPRISED WHAT WE COULD DO"
"YES, JUST GO AWAY LITTLE BOY, OR ELSE"
I just stopped and laughed,
"YOU AND WHO ELSES ARMY"
With that they dropped the ball grinning at each other, and began to slowly walk towards me. I quickly quickened up my pace, as they started to run.
"GET HIM GIRLS"
commanded one, with that they all chased after me, making me run for dear life, all of a sudden i had fear in me, and wanted to get out of there.
"OK, I'M SORRY"
I called back breathlessly,
Another called as they got closer, then they split up it 2 different directions.
as i ran, laughinmgly one of them dived and brought me crashing onto the muddy surface, creating a free for all with me underneath them all. I was outnumberd as they manipulated my arms and pinned them above my head, and my legs onto the grass. I was wriggling and kicking about, really tryin g to hurt them, but they were much too strong, and began to tickle me. They didn't want to hurt me, just teach a wayward boy some manners.
They had me there, tickling the shit out of me, with their hands and fingers probing everywhere over my body.
"I KNOW...WHY DON'T WE UNDRESS HIM?"
"WHAT, TAKE HIS CLOTHES OFFHIM!!"
Said another, giggling with the others, as i kicked and thrashed even harder.
But obviously, they wouldn't dare do that...would they?
"WE CAN'T DO THAT"
answered another, as they continued to hold me.
then they stopped, as if in deep concideration.
"OF COURSE WE CAN, WHO'S HE GOING TO TELL?"
I was beginning to wish that I had kept my big mouth shut. I was on my own, and in deep, deep trouble.
"GET OFF ME YOU SLAGS"
I think that was the last straw.
"RIGHT GIRLS, STRIP HIM"
The others didn't need much prompting, as fingers and hands with a purpose clamboured all over my body, some pulling my coat and jumper off over my head, others were playing with my trouser belt, undoing the zipper. I was scared now, trying to fight, but now they were just laughing at me screaming for mercy. Sorry wasn't going to cut it anymore.
I felt cool air on my legs as my trousers were pealed down and off my legs, closely followed by my underwear, shirt and tie the last garments to come off, were my shoes and socks. Then suddenly, horror upon horror, i was being held thete totally bare ass naked, with all my young jewels on display, for all of them laughing witches to see. The continued to tickle me, and now nothing was out of bounds to them.
Suddenly hands were wiping clods of thick mud all over by body, and genitalia. Aftefr a while they started to get bored and stood up, looking down at my nakedness. Of course they had seen a naked male all before.
They let me get up, chucking my clothes at me.
"GO ON, FUCK OFF"
"IN FUTURE, BE A BIT MORE CAREFUL, WHOM YOU BAD MOUTH"
I said nothing and quickly put my dirty clothes back on, and red faced disapeared, finding my way home.