Chicken wing blindfold underwear

[Ventriloco]

When I was eleven year old my friends did that wing chicken challenge, but it didn't called like that in 1994.

I'm brazilian and I lived in Campinas-SP (Brazil). At that time I studied in the afternoon and as soon as I got home from school I would leave my backpack at the gate of the condominium and play in the street wearing my school uniform.

The street was full of children, there must have been more than a dozen of us playing on the sidewalks and running in the street. Few cars were driving on the street where I lived, but there were many pedestrians walking past the children playing.

As soon as I arrived, I was surrounded by four or five mischievous street kids. They asked me to put my hands inside the sleeves of my school shirt until my fingers touched. They said that one of them had just done the same thing and that it was funny. I looked at the kid they mentioned and saw that he was smiling hugely and happily, waiting for the prank to happen to me. With my arms firmly in the sleeves, I heard the fabric of my armpits stretch. Before I knew it, in a split second, they had turned my shirt inside out, pulling it over my head and up to my chin, blocking my vision and blindfolding me completely. In that same moment of blindness, I felt my pants being pulled down in a single motion, sliding down my thighs, past my knees and stopping below my ankles, covering my sneakers.

I couldn't see who pulled down my pants so I never knew if the kid who turned my shirt inside out was the same one who pulled down my pants. At first, I could only feel that my pants had been pulled down. I couldn’t tell if they were above my knees, mid-calf, or at my ankles. But when I managed to move my head and look under the hem of my blouse, I could see that my tight white briefs with small patterns were still in place, while my pants were completely pulled down to my ankles, and even my socks were showing through the pile of tangled pants on the floor.

The entire street stopped what they were doing to watch the embarrassing prank. The kids who hadn't noticed me being pantsed but saw me with my pants completely down around my ankles, stopped playing whatever games they were playing to point at me sitting on the ground and call the other kids who hadn't noticed what was happening to come and see it too. Some teenagers and older kids who were riding their bikes all over the street called out to each other and stopped walking to get a better look at the commotion and especially to laugh at the choice of underwear that this idiot kid had been caught off guard by such an obvious prank.

I couldn't see much underneath the shirt covering my face, but when I leaned back and lifted my head so I could see as much as I could, I saw the feet of the other children crowding and coming closer, forming a half-moon around me, just to get a better look at my choice of underwear of the day and laugh louder. I saw the wheels of the bicycles of the stopped cyclists and other cyclists approaching in the distance. That was an embarrassing sight.

I stood there for a few seconds before I realized that I was too exposed in my underwear and that I couldn't easily get my arms out of the way. With my shirt over my head, my arms were tightly stuck in the sleeves of my school shirt.
To try to make the public display less explicit and visible by remaining standing I Knelt down almost in the middle of the street, close to the sidewalk. After that, I felt them stretching, tugging and stretching the side of my briefs, making an elastic noise as they released them, so that they would be crooked, disheveled and bunched up in my ass.

Still blind, I felt them trying to rip off the rest of my pants so they could pull them completely off my feet and legs. In an attempt to not get completely bottomless or suffer a strong wedgie with the painful briefs stuck in my ass, I sat down on the asphalt floor, dirtying my underwear with the dirt from the street, and crossed my ankles tightly, to keep the pants secure on my feet and not get even more stripped than I already was, being half naked (except for the disheveled underwear and the inside-out shirt covering my face) from my armpits to my shoes, that is, if they didn't take off my shoes along with my pants, leaving only my white socks matching my white underwear, or even worse, if they took off my tighty whities, leaving my dick, grains and groins exposed to the girls curious about the secrets of the male body and exposed for future jokes and mean comments from the naughty boys who love to make fun of each other's anatomical penile disadvantages. All for the sake of fun, entertainment and enjoyment of everyone. Enjoyment of everyone, except mine, the target of this shameful and disgraceful exposure.

The children were laughing so loud that I was afraid it would attract the attention of the entire neighborhood and that all the residents would look out the windows of the houses and buildings around me and see me sitting on the floor with my underwear on show and my thin legs, with my face completely covered by my school shirt, flapping my arms like chicken wings.

While I was stuck in my shirt, the kids were teasing and making fun of me. The girls just laughed. One ran to the gate of her house to call her mother and sisters to see me. The boys used psychological terror and asked me questions to make me even more embarrassed, even though I didn't answer and just cursed at them and asked them to shut up. Sometimes they asked if I wore my brother's old underwear, asked if my mother chose my clothes for school and left them folded on the bed with my underwear folded delicately on top of them. They asked if I had chosen the underwear that day imagining that I would be wearing them in public, on the street, in full view of the older girls, small children and toddlers. They asked if I didn't want to take my other underwear from my drawers to parade down the street like a fashion week show. They even asked if I hoped that one day I would have a large audience to review and avaliate my underwear.

With all the embarrassment, adrenaline and excitement, I had a slight erection that was quite prominent through my crotch. The older boys noticed this and started asking if I had boner. They all laughed even harder. Another kid said that if I was horny it was because I was enjoying it, and some of them kept chanting "if you have a hard-on, you're enjoying it, if you have a hard-on, you're enjoying it, if you have a hard-on, you're enjoying it" over and over again.

I was almost lying on the floor, dirtying my back and dirtying my underwear even more. The whole time I was cursing and repeating that I didn't have an boner.
I squeezed my thighs together to hide my stiffy dick between my legs, but it made no difference to children who know how to squeeze every last drop of embarrassment out of an unsuspecting erection from a pantsed boy.

Since my mother worked in a hair salon on the same block, they told me to call her, others told me to walk to the salon like that with my pants down around my ankles. I had a mental image of myself staggering down the street to my mother's salon, the fabric of them dragging on the dirty floor, stopping traffic, hearing horns honking, bumping into parked cars, stumbling on the curb, going down the steps of the salon's sidewalk, bumping into the glass door with my erect dick, until I managed to hit the open door, bumping into chairs and clients sitting waiting to be served. I imagined the older women and elderly women delighting in the sight of a shy, innocent, completely embarrassed child with her most intimate piece of clothing exposed in such a public way and with an unrestricted and unobstructed view, so that everyone could judge her poor choice for the day.

I imagined my mother would recognize me immediately with my face covered by my school shirt. Would she recognize me with my school uniform rolled up over my head and my pants down around my ankles? Would she recognize me by my underwear, which she herself had washed so many times? Would she find it funny to see a hapless child staggering in his own pants into her workplace, and after laughing, realize that the unfortunate child was me, her own son, serving as a laughingstock to all the laughing children outside, and serving her customers as a peculiar, funny and rare sight, like a depraved court jester, while they giggled and waited for their haircut?

Another risk of walking blindly in my underwear was that my underwear could be pulled down completely and my erect penis would be on display. Blindfolded, I would end up walking without seeing which direction I was going, walking facing one, two girls, or walking in circles, exposing my full frontal to all the girls laughing at me.

Some adults and pedestrians who were walking along the sidewalk were watching me and kept looking back to see if I would get rid of that tight tie. Probably some adults who witnessed it were incredulous that a group of children could pull off such a daring, perverted and embarrassing prank and perhaps they were in disbelief that other children found it funny and were so excited about having left another child stripped and exposed in that way. Maybe some of the adults and passersby may even have felt sorry for me and my shameful embarrassment, but deep down were thanking God that it wasn't happening to them or their children.

The shirt was extremely tight around the sleeves and around my neck. Every time I tried to forcefully remove it, I could hear the fabric of the school shirt cracking as if it were tearing. I couldn't get it off on my own. I must have spent more than two or three minutes trying to free myself.

I needed the help of my neighbor's mother to intervene and free me.

When my neighbor's mother arrived home, she was carrying some groceries from the bakery that had just left. She witnessed the whole situation. She saw me being trapped and pantsed and even laughed at the prank. She went inside to leave the groceries on the kitchen table and went back to the door to watch the misadventures of the boy in white underwear crouched in the middle of the street. She said she didn't help right away because she thought I would leave quickly. At first, she stood at the door of the house asking the children to stop tormenting me.

As my neighbor's mother saw that my attempts to untie myself were completely fruitless, she approached me to help me.

Since I couldn't see anything, I didn't know if she was getting closer. I was just embarrassed that she was looking closer at my underwear. But one more or less witness didn't make much difference at that moment.

She pulled my shirt off my face and when I saw my neighbor's mother smiling, but trying hard to contain her laughter. I also saw all the children with their faces red from laughing so much and me with my face red from shame and embarrassment.

She asked me to sit up straight so she could release my arms from the sleeves. Since it was too tight, she asked me to stand up so she could take off my shirt over it. I imagine she would have managed to release me while I was still crouched on the floor, but in my desperation to get rid of that prank, I didn't think straight. I would have preferred to remain seated on the floor so I could continue to partially hide my hard-on. Sitting down, I could still hide my cock a little by sticking my underwear out, but standing up, I could only choose which direction to point my erection.

When I stood up, I didn't know where to point it or how to hide my prominent erection, pressing my dick against my underwear. The front of my underwear was very puffy and stretched, and the erection was quite visible even to anyone looking from the sides. My neighbor's mom probably didn't even suggest it, thinking that I would have gotten used to my exposed briefs by now or that a few more seconds of exposure wouldn't make a difference to my embarrassment since everyone had already seen most of what I had to hide.

I turned my back on my tormentors and faced my neighbor's mother, trying to preserve the little dignity I still had left.

While my vision was once again obstructed by my shirt, the same fears from before haunted me again: the fear of someone pulling down my underwear while I was in front of my neighbor's mother and the fear that my mother would go out on the street and see an adult woman taking off her son's shirt with his pants around his ankles.

My neighbor's mother couldn't pull my shirt off easily; she asked me to move my body in the opposite direction to the way she was pulling. I arched my back and had to stick my butt out to get momentum. I kept thinking about the view I was giving my loyal delinquent audience and the endless joke I was causing for the future torments of whoever came to remind me of this humiliating prank.

As soon as she took off my shirt, I finally managed to squat down and put on my pants. I got my shirt back from my neighbor's mom, straightened it out, put it on, and walked back to my apartment crying.

I was embarrassed the entire time, from the moment I took off my pants to the days that followed. I didn't leave the house for almost a month out of embarrassment.

Later, I found out that this cruel prank had been played on one of the boys in a milder way than on me; with the other boy, they didn't turn his shirt inside out like they did with me. They planned the whole thing and made it even more embarrassing for me. He escaped on his own and faster than me. It took me almost 3 minutes to untie myself, but he escaped instantly. With my arms firmly trapped in his shirt sleeve, it was impossible to free myself in a few seconds.

They had played the prank on the other boy a few minutes before I got home from school and had improved the prank to make things harder for me. when they played the prank on the other boy, there weren't many childen on the street. With me, they planned it and waited for more kids to show up and when the prank hapened to me, they all laugh, laughed and laughed, including the boy who was caught in the same prank as before.

The kids were always mean, mischievous and naughty. I never really trusted them, but when I was ready, I ended up almost naked for the whole neighborhood to see, shaking and flapping my arms like a chicken wing, literally.

My mother worked part-time at a beauty salon on the same street, just a few meters from where the embarrassing prank happened. While she worked and gossiped with her clients, she had no idea that her son was being humiliated by the naughty and rowdy children on the street, for the whole neighborhood to see and laugh at. I lived on that street for another four years, and those who witnessed it never forgot what happened and they always remembered and made fun of my misfortune.

Even my family found out later, but I denied it and said it hadn't happened, but the neighbors reaffirmed that it was me.

My mother ended up finding out what happened through street gossip that the children's mothers told. She kept asking me and I kept saying nothing happened. She even asked me about it at the dinner table so that my family would know about the prank.

Since I kept hiding it, she ended up believing the rumors they told. The children exaggerated the facts, saying that they had torn off my pants and thrown them into someone's house, or that they had thrown them at a tree or a lamppost. They said I struggled all afternoon to get loose, that the older boys dragged me down the street by my arms so they could parade me and march me for the whole neighborhood to see.

After that, I kept thinking about how unfair it had been for it to happen to me, because at home, the only person in my family who never walked around in underwear in front of others was me. My father and brother always spent more time walking around the house in their underwear, in the best Bart and Homer Simpson style. Even my mother and sister sometimes walked around the house without pants, sometimes just in a blouse and underwear. However, the shyest person in the family, who was embarrassed to walk around in underwear in the privacy of our own home and in front of our own family, was the only member of the family who was exposed and half-naked, being seen by everyone we knew on the street, was me.

In 1994, there were no cell phones with cameras. If they had, my video would have gone viral on the internet, like the boy dancing in his underwear in the street, waving his arms like headless chicken wings.

[NickTwisp]

How embarrassing that so many people in your neighborhood saw you in just your underpants.

[Robert Brooks]

Great story, Ventriloco! Loved it.
Very embarrassing indeed
I love the sound of those embarrassing white, cartoon patterned briefs!

[PantsDownFun]

Does it make me a bad person that I'm a little bit disappointed that no one pulled down your underwear?
The times I was pantsed had my underwear come down (or off) more often than they didn't and I like hearing about it happening to other people too.