This happened when I was about 8 at a pack meeting, the parents were all inside chatting and whatever leaving us boys outside in the back yard of the house. We were always having pantsings and the like, but none of us had ever had our underwear taken, so I think there was something of an itch that had grown that needed to be scratched. One of the boys called out “First guy to say ‘what’ gets stripped.” Not having quite heard him, I stupidly called out “what.” He yelled out, “Mike said what, let’s strip him.”
I kind of sighed a bit, I knew what was going to happen and knew it was about 8 on one and I didn’t stand a chance, but oh well, I had been pantsed before, I figured they would pull my pants down, laugh at my tighty whities (hey, we all wore them back then) and that would be that. I of course planned on putting up some resistance, but I knew what the outcome was going to be. They were on me fairly quickly and one of the boys had gotten behind me and pulled my arms behind me to immobilize me, and to my surprise one boy started undoing the buttons on my shirt while another started working on my belt. None of the pantsings we’d done before involved the shirt. At this point I think a few others realized what was about to happen and helped to pull my shirt off without letting me get free. While my arms were pretty much tied up by my shirt being pulled off behind me another boy had joined in working on my belt and they had succeeded in unbuckling it and were unbuttoning my pants. As soon as they had unbutton my pants, they had hardly gotten my zipper down before someone was yanking my pants down. At this point the guy holding my arms back lifted me up so that they could take my pants completely off. This was the furthest that anyone had gone, and I was already pretty embarrassed to be in nothing but my underwear, but they didn’t let go. The go holding me then said “well, what are you waiting for, strip him.” I was panicking a bit at this point, I knew that I was about to have my underwear pulled off and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could see that a lot of them were looking like they wanted to do it, it was the natural escalation from the pantsings we had done and eventually one of us was going to be the one that everyone saw naked, all of them were obviously relived it wasn’t going to be them. At the same time, they were a bit hesitant, none of them had done this before. Finally after what seemed like an eternity to me (really it was probably about 30 seconds, but I knew what was going to happen and almost just wanted it over with) a boy came forward and kneeled down in front of me and grabbed the waist band of my underwear and started slowly to pull down my underwear. When they had slid down to just barely above when it would have started to expose my penis he stopped and I thought that maybe he had changed his mind, maybe I wouldn’t be exposed today… then he just yanked them the rest of the way down and off.
At this point I am completely naked and unable to even cover myself. All of them were at this point laughing and saying things like “yes, we finally stripped someone”, “look at Mike naked”, and “I saw his thing, I know what his thing looks like now” (we were 8). It had to be one of the most humiliating (and later in life I’ll admit exhilarating things to look back on) things in my life. I don’t remember exactly how and when they let me go and put my clothes back on, but it basically came down to they got tired of the show and were ready to move onto the next whatever it was to do.