I still fantasise over a time I was stripped naked at school

About 25 years ago I was a 15 year old boy at senior school. I was a bit over weight, had ginger hair, pale skin, freckles and yes, I was bullied about it too. I really fancied some of the girls at school but no body wanted to go out with me. I wasnt confident and wasnt very comfortable with my body.

One lunch time in the summer I was chased by a group of younger boys who had jumped on the band wagon of bullying me, having seen the kids in my year do it. "Fat Ginger Minger!! Ugly fat pig!!" they shouted at me and cornered me at the top of the school field. I was bigger than them but there were loads of them and one of me and no body came to help me. I was not agressive and no teachers were around so I was at their mercy.

They took me around the back of a couple of trees out of site of the school and other kids then bundled on top of me pulling down my trousers and underwear, tore my shirt open, then made me stand up behind a tree while they mocked my fat body and ginger ** etc. It was devistating and so embarassing. They then decided to tie me to the tree, shirt wide open and trousers around my ankles.

To my horror next thing, some of the kids who I thought had lost interest returned with groups of girls to show them where I was. OMG! There I was, ginger, fat, naked, exposed whilst groups of girls, some of who were the ones I liked, looking at me and giggling at my naked body. They brought girls of all school ages to see me and it seemed to go on forever.

What a horrible situation, what could possibly have got worse? Well, it did get worse. After the initial shock baring in mind it went on for probably 15 mins I did begin to feel more calm in that I could do nothing about it. I then started to get an **! The more I thought about try to supress it, there more it grew and grew. So, fat, pale freckled, ginger ** and ** just make enable them to call me pervert too!!

The last thing I remember before a teacher came to my aid was a group of first years pointing and giggling at me.

Weird, I know and I have never shared this before. Whars weird also thinking back through all the embarassment I do remember feeling aroused sexually with the situation and the out of control feeling. I am actually feeling aroused now telling the story.

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