"Little gay nerds like you deserve this" your gym bully said as he bounced you by your underwear. "Please man, I'll do anything! I'm sorry I was checking you out earlier, just stop before you rip my briefs!" Your pathetic pleas only egged him on further. "Not gonna happen dork, these tighty whities were made to be yanked up your nerdy ass! Besides, it kinda seems like you like it" he said, with an evil smirk that you could see in the mirror.
Why would he stop? He had you right where he wanted you: humiliated as you were made to watch in horror through the mirror while the behemoth of a man flossed your ass, your cock straining and leaking as the friction and pressure from your emarsssing undies increased. Or, rather, by your "tighty whities" as he called them - harkening back to your school days when the football jocks would give you the same treatment. Your mind began to wander, maybe you really did like this...
But your day dreaming was cut short as he spun you around and forced you on your knees. He pulled your head between his thighs, the smell of his post workout musk was almost too much to bear, although the relief from having your briefs rammed up your ass felt good while it lasted.
Unfortunately for your nerdy butt, the relief would be short lived. He bent over and you could feel his rough hands latching onto your waistband again. You were in a full on pile driver wedgie now. He pulled you off the ground, legs flailing in the air, as each yank of your briefs smooshed your face further and further into the bully's sweaty crotch. It's like he was marking his prey with his scent, your face will be smelling like his swollen nuts for a week. You didn't have the luxury of worrying about that now though. All you could do was scream into him as he manhandled your undies. Your only hope now was for the briefs to rip completely, taking away the bully's toy once and for all. Unfortunately for you, this guy was a wedgie giving pro, and he wasn't going to let you off that easy.
He changed his grip from the waistband to the leg holes. "Sorry nerd, no pain, no gain" he said as he pulled with all his might. The sound of the seams from your tighty whities popping echoed in the empty locker room. The pain truly was next level, but your body was turning against you, as your cock continued to swell up from the situation. You could even feel the bully's cock growing beneath his sweaty gym shorts. Was he enjoying this as much as you were?
Your daydreaming was cut short again as he switched his grip back to your waistband. With your undies stretched beyond recognition, they were already reaching the back of your head. There's no way... He couldn't... It's not possible... but it seemed like he was trying to give you an atomic wedgie! That shit only happened in cartoons, or so you thought, until your bully heaved with all his might, successfully hooking your waistband over your forehead. He was laughing his ass off at this point, circling around you to admire his handywork. There you were, on all fours with your tighty whities yanked over your head. You didn't dare move, not only out of fear of pissing your bully off, but because even the slightest movements resulted in the wedgie driving deeper between your butt cheeks. It can't get more humiliating than this... But you were about to find out that it could, in fact, get worse.
Suddenly, you felt a cool breeze on your ass as your shorts were pulled down. There you were, in the middle of the locker room, fully atomic wedgied for anyone to see. The fact that anyone could walk in at any moment added to your humilaition, but it added to your excitement too. A stain was forming on the front of your briefs from all the precum you were leaking. This was the intended outcome of your bully, who now stood before you in all his muscley, sweaty glory, looking down on his little wedgie nerd with that smirk that drove you wild. "Seems like you've been enjoying yourself, huh dork? I think it's time I get some enjoyment out of this too" he said with a wink. He lowered his shorts, revealing his own tighty whities underneath. "What a hypocrite!" was all you could think before he pulled his fully erect cock through the fly. You were drooling now. He had you right where he wanted you, and honestly, where you wanted to be too.
Without hesitating, you opened your mouth and got to work. You could hear him groaning from above, he began thrusting, holding onto the back of your head, worsening the atomic wedgie in the process. Eventually he changed his grip and grabbed onto the thin strand of cotton connecting your ass to your head. Back and forth, he bobbed your head on his cock, working it deeper into your throat, and your undies even further up your ass. This brute of a jock turned you into his wedgie boy flesh light, and you couldn't get enough. The friction of the underwear rubbing against your hole and crushing your dick became too much, you couldn't help it when your body gave in and released a pool of cum in the front of your briefs. You knew he could tell, too, since he chuckled as it happened. That's when he grabbed both leg holes for the grand finale. Your underwear began making those popping and tearing sounds again as he pulled harder while fucking your throat. Finally, the underwear reached it's breaking point, and he shot a warm load as he ripped your underwear completely off.
There you were, naked on your hands and knees, panting from what you'd just experienced. You looked up at your bully who was still towering over you, holding the shredded remains of your underwear up like a trophy. "Ha I knew you'd enjoy that dork. No denying it now that I've got your cum coated tighty whities as proof. You like getting fucked by your underwear, you're so pathetic. I'll be keeping these as a souvenir" he said as he walked past you, slapping your ass as he sauntered away, "hopefully I'll see you again soon", he said menacingly.
It was over as quickly as it started. He made his way out of the locker room and left you to collect yourself. Still processing everything, you pulled your shorts up, put your shirt on, and headed home. You were going commando at that point, another reminder of the intense wedgie blow job session. You managed to take a shower once you got home, the cool water feeling nice on your sore crotch and balls, although you couldn't quite wash off the smell of his sweaty cock and balls from your face. After showering, you carefully put on another pair of briefs, or as he insisted, "tighty whities", and laid on the bed. Looking back on how everything transpired, you couldn't help but pitch another tent in your briefs, wondering what your bully was up to right now...
Unbeknownst to you, your bully was also lying in bed at home, wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs. He too was reminiscing over the fun time he had destroying that nerd in the locker room. Sure, he also wore tighty whities, but he was big enough to wear whatever he wanted without having to worry about what anyone else thought. No one was going to fuck with him. The sense of accomplishment he felt from achieving a full atomic wedgie was unparalleled. His cock began to strain again in his own briefs. He grabbed the shredded pair of tighty whities from his bag and held them up to his nose, breathing in the scent of his nerdy victim while he jerked himself off in his briefs. He imagined all the things he could do to that nerd again if they ever crossed paths in the locker room. Those thoughts climaxed into another big load being shot by the bully, this time into his own tighty whities. Exhausted, the brute fell asleep, not even bothering to put on a new pair of underwear, still holding onto his nerd's tighty whities. Deep down, they both hoped another encounter was on the horizon...
