Recorded on March 12, 2022 10:00 at the Fédération internationale de Baissage le Pantalon (FIBAPA) in Les Arses Switzerland
Marcus Jones had spent the last few years trying to not only get the sport of pantsing into mainstream but making it an Olympic Sport. He started by reading a post on Tumblr about how a sport on pantsing should work. Being a former jock, he had remembered how much fun he had had bonding with his team over pantsing. He had mainly worn boxers then, which meant that anyone who had tried to pants him had always seen his dick. Boxers don’t hold up well to pantsing.
He had written it in three parts. The first would be a general pantsing to see who could remove the participants pants without removing their boxers. As much as nudity sells online, he knew that he could not get nudity approved for an Olympic Sport. It would be a timed session where one member would have to pants another member. Should he (the male athlete) -- he wanted it to be coed but the network execs to whom he had pitched the idea knew that a lot of conservative countries would boycott it – pants another member on the field without removing their boxers and achieving the aforementioned in the lowest time, then the athlete would move onto the second round.
When he summed up his idea to the television executives in New York City, they laughed. “Who would ever want to see people getting pantsed?”
“Have you ever had the thrill of being pantsed? Of pantsing someone and seeing their expression. If have experienced it, then you know that you will never forget that moment. I remember the first time I was pantsed.”
Sid McDowell held up his hand in the meeting. A grey-haired former college lacrosse star, he commanded the room as the head of one of the major TV stations. He had strong thighs from years of working out that were barely contained by his suit. And, rare for New Yorkers, he had a real tan as he had just come back from the Bahamas.
“That is the gayest thing I have ever heard of.” Sid stated. He was sitting in a way with his legs wide open showing his power in the room.
“Gays are a target market.” Marcus said. “But the real goal is to get young, potential pantsers to get involved with the sport and wearing memorabilia.”
“Would it be lingerie?” Sid laughed at his own stupid remark.
“I guess it could be. I was thinking more activewear like joggers or yoga pants for men. Stuff that makes it easier to pants someone. You know, something that you could spend a lot of money on in Nike or Lululemon.”
Sid walked behind his assistant, Mick. Mick had slicked-back, dirty blonde hair. He was extremely good looking, and it would not be an erroneous assumption to believe that he had worked as a model or a gigolo before working as his assistant.
Mick, in a buttoned-down shirt and jeans, was copiously taking notes. Sid gave him a wedgie, revealing his light green American Eagle boxer briefs. Mick’s face went red. He tried to pull his underwear back in his pants, but Sid was in a position of power. Mick relented, knowing that being humiliated by his boss was part of their relationship.
“Wedgies are a hell of a lot more fun.” What Marcus and the other execs did not know was that Mick was Sid’s fuckbuddy. Sid was the daddy figure and Mick took in a little too much of Sid’s cockiness.
“Wedgies could work.” The execs were murmuring around the room. Some had mentioned that Andy Cohen could serve as the new host. Others were hoping that Maluma would be involved.
Marcus was losing the attention of the room. He knew he was going to lose to Sid. If only he could show the audience the thrill of pantsing. The heart-pounding adrenaline that came from being the pantser and the flushed embarrassment of being the pantsed.
“If you want, someone can pants me. I am wearing some frilly Banana Republic boxers. There is a good chance that you might see my willy.”
“No, I have a better idea.” Mick said. He was only 26 and had wrestled in college. Sid did not stand a chance. He began to hug his boss to lower his defenses. It worked.
Mick then pinned his daddy boss to the table. Sid’s hands were held behind his back by Mick’s knee. Mick fumbled as he felt around for the buckle on Sid’s fancy belt. He unbuttoned the two buttons on Sid’s trousers and pulled them down, showing bright red Calvin Klein briefs and garters with extremely hairy – yet tan - legs.
The television execs watched in awe. Mick did not stop there. He wedgied his former boss and showed off his white, hairy ass cheeks before pulling down the briefs. He managed to spank him and start to finger him before he realized that people were watching. Claiming the red briefs as his prize, Mick backed off leaving Sid to try to keep his modesty.
“That was exciting.” One of the execs said.
“Screw the boxers.” Another said.
“That was both exciting and sexy at the same time. And I don’t even find men sexually attractive.” A third chimed in.
Sid’s hid his flaccid, circumcised penis under his hands. He wanted to fuck Mick now, but his embarrassment prevented him from getting aroused. He was only angry and embarrassed. He used two napkins from the table to keep his modesty. Mick could sense this frustration and was hard at the thought of it.
Mick touched the dick, and Sid could not control it becoming erect. Mick was completely turned on by this environment and began to stroke his boss’s cock. Marcus coughed to draw attention back to his proposal. If he had not changed the subject, Sid would have jizzed on himself in front of everyone.
“Do we have a deal?” Marcus said.
“Tell us your two other parts. If the Real Housewives have become so successful, there is no reason this won’t become the next gymnastics.” The group nodded in unison.
Thanks to @dontloseyourpants for the idea.
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