"Imma pull their pants down and give them a wedgie" Actual words said by Ja//ck in his recent T a b s #7 video š Could you please write something about that with one (or multiple) of his friends? š Any of your choice!
gomenasorry anon im so bad at writing bc work cucks me from doing it ;-; hope its okay!!
āLook at that fucking nerd,ā Jack laughs with Ethan as they watch Mark jump around for his newest VR game recording. Snickering as the gamer jumps about, his baggy sweatpants just barely hanging on by his hips.
The trio finally made time to hang out -- Ethan and Jack making time to record videos in advance to make more time for...well, fun. Mark? Well...heās trying to finish at least one before they head out to dinner together, that has to count! Right?
āIf he isnāt done in 30 minutes, we gotta cancel and order out.ā Ethan sighs,Ā āIām not annoyed, just, ya know.ā
Jack snickers, a devious smirk on his face as a well known white waistband makes itself known from the top of Markās sweatpants. Just begging for it. An idea forming as Ethan got the hint near instantly.
āYeah, really!ā Jack whispered,Ā āIām gonna pull his pants down and giveĀ āem a wedgie! You donāt wanna miss dinner and we donāt have any other way to stop him, eh?āĀ
ā...Fine,ā Ethan bites back a laugh, grabbing his phone,Ā ābut only because itāll be funny.ā
Their steps were quiet as can be as Mark stayed motionless. Going on about some kind of task the game had him do, simply clicking away with the triggers of the controllers, his vision blinded by the headgear, standing tall. Completely oblivious to the fact his tighty whities are as clear as day to not only his friends, but the cameras as well.
āIām not sure what the hell Iām suppose to do, my giant brain is processi--!ā
Mark squeaked as he felt it. The safe warmth of his sweatpants being ripped down his legs, the joyous shouts of his friends, completely blinded by the headgear of the VR game as his tighty whities were exposed.
āJack?! Ethan?! H-Hey--!ā
āReally, Mark? I thought you said you donāt wear, what was the word again?Ā āWedgie magnetsā?ā
Jack didnāt give Mark time to answer as he yanked up. Mark groaning as he bent forward, trying to shake his headgear off, stuck in place as the durable tighty whities were pulled high in between his cheeks. His ass nicely framed as he squirmed, the wedgie being pulled higher and higher up his back, stuck in Jackās grip as Ethan recorded.Ā
āYeah, Mark! Guess you were right!ā Ethan laughed as he slapped Markās ass. Mark laughing with a gasp.
āOkay, okay! Iāll stop recording for tonight! Just donāt rip them, alright?āĀ
āAw, but Iām nearly to your head.ā Jack full on laughed. Giving one yank with all he had before freeing the other. The tighty whities high up his crack, a handprint from Ethanās smack bright red on his cheek, the wedgie still in place between Markās perky round ass as he went inbetween catching his breath and laughing.
āYou dicks,ā Mark finally got the headgear off,Ā āthis was a new pair!ā
āAw shush,ā Jack laughed, pulling up Markās pants for him,Ā āweāll get you more tomorrow if you promise to have some fun with us, alright? No more recording Mr. Ipl%%ier.ā
āFine fine,ā Mark groaned. Reaching around to pick out his deep wedgie. The fabric riding up tight along the back of his balls, taint, and hole. Leave it to Jack to be so immature to get his attention.
ā...You didnāt record that, did you?ā
ā...ā Ethan shyly puts his phone away, tucking it in his pants pocket as Mark works to unpick his wedgie,Ā ā...No?ā
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