Yellow Satin briefs When I was in my early twenties, just out of university, I lived near Parliament Hill Fields in London. I was a keen athlete, with the perfect 5’ 6” slim, light build. With my shoulder length blonde hair, I was often mistaken for a girl. I only had light blonde downy sort of hair on my legs and was naturally sparse in body hair- except for my flowing locks One evening I was running along in the fading autumn sunshine and there was a group of yobs shouting ‘up to three four.’ They were ugly skinheads. I was wearing a yellow tee shirt, tight white shorts, socks and trainers. I thought about turning back, but decided I was being prejudiced. It was a mistake. As I got close to them, they moved out across the path to block my way. One of them got behind me, grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled it up my body. My tiny prick and balls was encased in satin briefs, under my shorts and the constriction forced my balls up behind the skin covering my pubic bone. They hurt like hell. A big nosed yob, with bulging eyes got in front of me. He smelt sweaty, his spit hitting my girlie face as he looked down, also grabbed my shorts and shouted, ‘one two three, altogether.’ Then to roars of laughter, they lifted me off the ground. My little shorts pulled hard into my sex and around my pert bottom. I was squealing. After what seemed a long time, they let me down again. Holding me there, the tension in my shorts and briefs had eased a lot. I was breathing hard, my heart racing. Just as they saw my relief, they did it again three more times before dragging me into the bushes. One of them took my skinny arms, ‘Bend over bitch’’ I did as I was told and then felt heavy palms raining down on my bottom. Each swipe forced me forward. When the beating stopped, I thought that was it. But the bulging eyed yob was said, smirking,’Take yer shorts off slut.’ I had no choice and wondered what was coming next. Raucous laughter deafened me when they saw me in my tight little yellow satin briefs. There was no sign of my balls, still up behind the skin covering my pubic bone, but my little prick was pressing out against the tight satin of my underwear. My head was dizzy, my legs weak. I was being humiliated, all the more so because I was turned on. ‘Let’s wank the stupid slut in her panties’ said the bulging eyed yob. Hands were soon all over me. My little balls were being crushed. Spit was hitting my face, but my little prick betrayed my arousal as I arched my body towards cruel heavy hands. I soon started to cum. Fear of the inevitable humiliation and excitement that it was going to happen, intensified my orgasm as I came inside my yellow satin underpants, to the sounds of mocking verbal abuse for around ten yobs. I lay exhausted, on my back, closing my eyes tightly. My small hands clutched my ears so that I could not hear their abuse. Time passed. I had been sleeping. It was dark. I was cold. There was no way I could find my shorts, assuming the left them. My briefs still felt wet. Pulling hard on my tee shirt, to cover the tight vee of my pants. I made my way back to my flat. It was inevitable that I would be seen. But that is another story.