The jock looked down in embarrassment as he processed what he had to do. Sure, making a bet involving having to do an “embarrassing task” seemed funny at the time. Just over who could win a game of cards of all things.
He was really regretting how vaguely he worded that bet. By “embarrassing task,” he just meant something silly. Like he’d force his friend to wear a goofy outfit for the day. He hadn’t considered that his friend had a more devious plan in mind.
So now here he was, out in broad daylight, wearing nothing but a light purple thong that slipped into his butt crack, displaying his cheeks for all to see.
His front side fared no better. The tight package left little to the imagination, putting great emphasis on the outline of his barely contained cock and balls.
“Dude, do I really have to do this?” He asked, face burning red, and hands over his crotch, trying to save any modesty he could.
“Yes man. You knew the bet. All the way around the neighborhood. Hands behind your head the whole way. Unless you want me to rip that tight thong off and force you to do it naked. So get those hands up and get walking.” His friend demanded.
Face burning a deep shade of red, and skin shining from the sunlight reflected off of the sweat coating his body, the jock hesitantly removed his hands from his cock and up behind his head, putting his package on complete display.
Gulping, embarrassment coursing through his veins, he began to walk out to the busy road and very populated neighborhood, exposed for any passerbyers to see. Looking down, he saw that the sweat had begun to seep into the thong, making it slightly transparent, revealing his penis ever so slightly more.
Much to his dismay and humiliation, people thought it would be funny to mess with him. They began smacking his ass and wedgieing his thong; slowly reddening his asscheeks to match the redness on his face. He cringed as he felt the thong yanked deeper into his crack by the force of the wedgie. Even more concerning, the wedgie pulled tighter on his pouch, crushing his package. He grimaced from the uncomfortable feeling.
“At least this can’t get any worse.” He thought through the stares, laughter, cars honking their horns, and phones recording his nearly naked walk.
Unfortunately, he was proven wrong, as he suddenly felt his cock twitch underneath the tight confines of his pouch. “Fuck! Not right now!” He thought in terror. But there was nothing he could do to stop his oncoming erection.
Gasps, cheers, and cat calls were thrown out at the jock as his throbbing member pointed outwards and upwards, stretching the thin cloth, making it even more transparent. Looking down, he could see his cock in clear view from the top of his thong, which had been pushed out by his cock.
All he could do was continue to walk down the road, both sets of cheeks red and boner leading the way; laughter accompanying him the whole way.
