Kyle was so desperate to get a wedgie, he decided that it didn’t necessarily matter if the other guy shared his kink. Take the photo above for example when Kyle met up with the notorious foot dom: Frank.
“So you’re into wedgies, huh?” “T-that’s right sir… I want someone to bully and wedgie me.” “Bullying… I think I can get into that.” “Wow really? That would be great! And of course I can play into your foot fetish too sir.” “Oh I have no doubts about that, boy. I just can’t wait for you to see my signature wedgie.” “So you have given wedgies before?” “Of course, I am a very versatile dom, or in your case, a versatile bully. Come over on Saturday night for drinks and some fun.” “I’ll be there!”
With that, the plot was set in motion, and Kyle couldn’t have been more excited for the Saturday night ahead of him. He wore a pair of his stretchiest tighty whities, jeans, a t-shirt, and a baseball cap. He had the usual jitters that come with hooking up as he headed over to Frank’s place, but he focused on what Frank had told him about his signature wedgie, and that was enough motivation for Kyle. He still wasn’t sure what exactly it would be, but that didn’t matter, just the thought of a wedgie had Kyle pitching a tent for the entire ride over.
Kyle composed himself and walked up to the front door, where he was greeted by Frank. He seemed like a relatively normal guy and he invited Kyle in for drinks and some food. They chatted, got to know each other, so far so good Kyle thought. “Here let me clear the table for you” Kyle offered when they finished eating. “A wedgie boy who cleans up after me? Boy did I luck out!” Frank teased. Kyle blushed and laughed off the comment as best as he could, but he could feel his blood pumping again, and things were about to take a turn.
While Kyle was rinsing dishes in the sink, his shirt began to creep upwards in the back, exposing his white waistband. Frank, already watching Kyle’s beautiful ass jiggle as he did the dishes, took full advantage of this. He snuck up behind Kyle and gripped either side of his jeans and said, “Let’s see what undies my wedgie boy has on today.” And with that, Frank dropped Kyle’s pants to the floor, putting his briefs on full display. “Tighty whities huh? Wow, you really are a nerd, aren’t you?” Frank said jokingly. “Now that we’re finished eating, why don’t we go up to my room and have some fun?” All Kyle could manage to say was “Yes sir!” as Frank gripped the back of his waistband and led him upstairs like a dog on a leash.
Kyle was led into the bedroom, and as soon as he stepped inside his nostrils were assaulted with a funky sweaty smell. It didn’t take long for him to find the source: Frank had a pile of worn socks lying next to the bed. And when I say worn, I mean sweat-stained, stretched out, and crusty as hell. Kyle found it oddly erotic, like the stench of an entire mens locker room had been consolidated into franks bedroom. But he also worried he wouldn’t be able to handle the smell, let alone the humiliation, of what he was about to endure.
“It stinks, doesn’t it? You can say it. I like it. I like making sub boys worship my sweaty socks and feet. In fact, I think you’ll come to like it too.” Frank’s grip on Kyle’s waistband tightened, lifting upwards as the leg holes from Kyle’s briefs tightened around his crotch and sank between his butt cheeks. “Here, smell this boy!” Frank grabbed a sock off the pile and held it against Kyle’s nose, all while maintaining his grip on Kyle’s whities. “Ungh god it stinks!” Kyle exclaimed, squirming his face desperate to get away from Frank’s clutches. “Nuh uh uhh!” Frank said as he yanked harder on Kyle’s briefs, crushing his balls and flossing his crack. Kyle’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as the wedgie began splitting him in half. The painful pleasure from the wedgie had Kyle breathing heavier, making him huff the sweaty sock in the process. “You’re going to learn to associate my feet with the wedgies you love so much, boy.”
After a few minutes of more yanking and huffing, Kyle’s briefs were stretched up to his shoulder blades, and the scent of Frank’s sock was etched into his nose and lungs. Frank decided it was time to take things to the next level. “Get on all fours” he commanded. He then walked Kyle via his wedgie leash right in front of the pile of socks and parked himself on the edge of the bed above Kyle. “Ready for my signature wedgie?” Frank taunted. “Yes sir!” Kyle exclaimed gleefully.
With that, Frank released his grip on Kyle’s waistband. He maneuvered one of his feet on the back of Kyle’s head and began pushing it down towards the sock pile. Kyle’s eyes went wide as his fate was becoming clearer to him. With his face hovering inches above the socks, Frank used his other foot to grab Kyle’s waistband and began tugging it up again. Kyle’s ass squirmed in the wedgie, he was loving it, he never knew someone could wedgie him with their feet! He found the whole predicament extremely erotic, despite the disgusting stench.
Frank’s feet had incredible dexterity. One foot was yanking his tighty whities and the other was being used to make Kyle suck on his toes and pull on his nostrils. Kyle moaned like a bitch in heat, lapping up Frank’s feet and humping his wedgie in the air. “That’s a good wedgie boy,” Frank said, as he moved his foot out of Kyle’s mouth and to the back of his head again. This time, Frank shoved Kyle’s face deep into the sweaty sock pile. “Sniff it, bitch!” He commanded. The stench was becoming unbearable. “Open your fucking mouth” Frank said. Kyle obliged, only to find franks feet feeding him socks. “Suck it” was all Frank said as he continued to pull Kyle’s massive wedgie. The taste was revolting: Kyle swore Frank must have work this sock for weeks without washing it, and why was it so crusty? No… he wouldn’t… he couldn’t have cum in this sock before… could he?
With a sock in his mouth and an ass full of cotton, Frank decided to go in for the kill. He forced Kyle’s head back into the putrid pile and began mercilessly yanking his tighty whities. With his free foot, Frank removed Kyle’s hat, making room for Frank to yank Kyle’s briefs up and over his face. Frank managed to give him an atomic wedgie with just his feet! Kyle was so aroused but didn’t dare make a move when Frank got up from the bed and inspected his work. “Now for the piece de resistance!” Frank sounded a little too happy, but Kyle couldn’t see anything through his tighty whitey face mask…
Frank gathered some socks together and began using them to tie Kyle up. First his ankles were tied together, then his arms were brought behind his back, through his leg holes, and tied together, and lastly, a sock was tied around his head securing the sock gag in Kyle’s mouth in place (which also secured the atomic wedgie over Kyle’s face). Kyle was screaming at this point through his gag. Between the atomic wedgie, being immobilized, and stuck inside Frank’s sweaty feet prison, he was completely overstimulated. But Frank wasn’t finished with him yet.
Frank had grabbed something and decided to park his ass on the back of Kyle’s head. Kyle could feel Frank’s nutsack resting on top of him, and his balls began to bounce up and down. Was he jerking off? “Oh yeah wedgie boy, you look so hot right now, tied up in your nerdy tighty whities sniffing my sweaty socks. I’ve got one last surprise for you boy!” The bouncing of Frank’s balls on Kyle’s head sped up, faster and faster, as Frank grunted and pleasured himself. Frank finally came, but Kyle couldn’t tell where. When Frank came down from his hormonal high, he laid down next to Kyle and whispered in his ear. “Now you’re a very lucky wedgie boy. Not everyone gets to meet my favorite sneaker. I’ve had this bad boy since my college days and I wear them exclusively to the gym. Here, why don’t I introduce you two.” Frank held the sneaker up to Kyle’s nose. “Get a good whiff of that!” He commanded as he began tying the shoelaces around Kyle’s head. The shoe had been secured directly over his mouth and nose. There was no escaping Frank’s stinky wedgie prison. “I’ll catch up with you in a little bit, wedgie boy. Hehehe” Frank snickered as he sauntered off.
Kyle was so aroused, he began humping the floor, desperate for release. As he was humping, his head began to bobble, and as the sneaker tipped upwards, Kyle’s mouth and nose were met with a warm wet substance. “Oh fuck! It’s Frank’s cum!!!” Kyle thought to himself. That’s when he really started bucking, trying to escape, only to find himself slamming his crotch up and down further into the atomic wedgie. It was all too much, and Kyle shot a monster sized load in the front of his briefs. He laid there, tied up in an atomic wedgie, gagged with a sock, forced to inhale Frank’s rank sneaker, as the cum began to dry on his face. All he could do was wait for Frank to return and beg for his mercy…
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