Naked birthday bumps for Thomas at the rugby club

For my birthday a few years ago a gang of us ended up back at a rugby club bar in Ireland. It was an after hours lock in session full of very drunk lads so it got quite rowdy. Someone shouted to the crowd that it was my birthday. I hated being centre of attention  and I grimaced as I expected a s boisterous sng song of Happy Birthday.

Unfortunately that is not what the lads had in mind. I noticed a few of them whispering and smirking as they looked at me. Before I had a chance to ask them what was going on, about 15 burly lads ran towards me, surrounded me and lifted me up off the ground.  The whole bar started chanting "bumps, bumps, give him the bumps".  I cringed at the thought of being tossed in the air by this drunken mob 30 something times to mark my birthday.(bumps are a UK and Ireland tradition...usually given to kids) I was 32 so the thought of being tossed in tge air 32 times did not appeal to me..

Unfortunately that was the least of my worries. Numerous hands roughly unbuckled my belt, pulled off my jeans, boots socks and shirt. I struggled and begged them to stop but as I was a rather slight, skinny guy and these lads were all big burly rugby players, i was wasting my time struggling and my protests were ignored and if anything only egged them on. "We're giving you the special club house NAKED  birthday bumps" one of them said as my underwear was whipped of and the whole club laughed at my predicament. I was now stark naked and bodily held by all these neanderthals. Next thing I was flung naked in the air above their heads as everyone shouted "one" for my first birthday bump. They caught me as easily as if I was a rag doll and before I could catch my breath my naked body was tossed into the air again as the whole club shouted "two". This was repeated 32 times and I seemed to get flung higher and higher with every toss as the lads gathered momentum with each subsequent throw.

  The ceiling was very high, about 20 feet but on occasion my body nearly touched it  as the lads tossed me so high. I was just like a naked rag doll to them. My fear was that they would drop me as they were so inebriated but thankfully they caught me every time. Having the whole pub laughing at me being manhandled so roughly while completely naked was humiliating. Finally the last bump had me tossed in the air for the 32nd time and they finally left  me down as my feet shakily  touched the ground as they dispersed and went back to their beers laughing.  My body was like jelly after the ordeal. One of my mates who didn't help save me from this indignity gave me my clothes. I ran into the bathroom to hurriedly put them on. When I came out, the lads said I was a good sport and kept buying me beers for the rest of the night and congratulating me on my "initiation".  Someone said I'll always remember my 32nd birthday after that. I certainly did!!