Why I Hated PE Class 1

By Kona-chan
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Copyright 2019 by Kona-chan, all rights reserved

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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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?
 
 



 




   
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