![]() ![]() Then, when he told us through his tears that we were cruel, it bothered me as I thought this boy might like me in high school and this spoiled it. This had never happened with the younger kids. She paid special attention to any boys showing arousal, and when this one did, she stared asking him if he was going to Within the minute, we all watched stunned as his orgasm began and throughly wet the front of his briefs. Karen could be pretty intimidating with her interrogation and examination, more so than me. We tied him to a tree wearing just his skimpy briefs and began interrogating him, asking if he had ever been stripped by a girl, if he'd ever been this embarrassed before, if he played with himself, if he was afraid of what else we were going to do to him in the way of torture. First, we put him through the dungeon and everything seemed all right. We'd captured an older boy who I liked and thought was cute. One incident though, kind of soured us that last summer we played. It was fun while it lasted and Karen I still ahare notes on those days. My older brother quit the game when he became a junior in high school, and we stopped the year I became a freshman. I learned boys could have erections easily and unpredictably. It was pretty hard for a boy to not become emotional and humiliated when there were 3-4 boys and us two girls working them over. Most were passive and if they got mad, my brothers would remind them they agreed to play the game, knew they could get stripped if captured and that something worse, like getting beat up, might happen if they didn't cooperate with us girls or cussed at us. I remember one repeat favorite who would start crying as soon as we took him down in the dungeon. My friend Karen and I used to talk about this a lot and plot capturing boys that we wanted 1) to see in their underpants and 2) to witness them crying when we started to do things to them. As we lived in a neighborhood where a lot of grandkids and nephews came visiting for the summer, we had a good supply of victims. Most enjoyed it I think, though there were tears and plenty of humiliation for all of us to revel in. I think I probably "did" a dozen boys, maybe 15 this way. This went on for 2-3 years, even in the winter we so enjoyed it. We had to be careful about that as we could catch holy hell if the neighbors reported us. Occasionally, we'd blindfold our boy and take him out to the road and expose him in just his underoos or white briefs. Then we'd bring him up to be tickled, spanked, and tied up by us and my brothers. ![]() ![]() Then we'd tell him what we were going to do to him, take him down into a root cellar we called our "dungeon" and strip him to his underpanties. Once a boy was captured, my brothers would turn him over to me and Karen. I eventually brought in another girl to help with my part. Most of our victims played along willingly and were boys my age (11-13) or slightly younger.Įventually we'd recruit one or two boys to our side if we liked them and they earned our respect. We devised a capture the flag game that was very elaborate and always involved stipping our prisoners and subjecting them to mild torture with a strong dose of humiliation. My brothers provided the muscle as they were big and athletic. I've posted this experience on one of the tied up polls describing my brothers and me capturing and terrorizing boys my age or younger. ![]()
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