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[corb333]

[tightywriter]

Coach’s tighty whities part 5

It had been a week since I had been outed as a briefsboy to my whole school. Tucker, Gus and Caden strung me up by my hanes tighty whities and left me hanging in the hallway with my pants around my ankles. Pictures of me and my tighty whities had circulated snapchat, twitter and instagram with captions talking about my underwear and my uh…small package. I had been humiliated and for the next couple of school days and everyone seemed to have forgotten my name was Chris. I was referred to as either “tighties” or “vienna sausage” now. The humiliation continued for the next couple of days as well. Gus and Caden made sure I endured several wedgies per day. I have to give these guys credit where credit is due, I never knew you could get so creative with something like a wedgie. The day after I was hung for the first time Tucker, Gus and Caden grabbed me at lunch and pulled my pants down while tying my arms behind my back. They then paraded me around the lunchroom showing everybody my underwear again. Since my pants were around my ankles I could only take small steps. Lunch period never felt like it lasted so long. One day when I got home from school dad had left two new packs of tighty whities on my bed. A pack of hanes and a pack of fruit of the loom with a note saying “something tells me you may need more of these”. He was right of course since my briefs got stretched out by football players every day. Rumor has it my dad had told the teachers not to intervene in my bullying. This made sense since this was ultimately all punishment for exposing my dad as a tighty whities man. I just never thought throwing one party would get me in this much trouble with my dad. The pantsings and wedgies went on for a little over a week but then they stopped unexpectedly. “You’ll never be safe again…” Tucker had said when he pantsed me the first time. These words stuck with me when the embarassment stopped. Then, for a month, everything went back to normal. No pantsings. No wedgies. No nicknames or pictures on social media. I grew accustomed to my old life again. I made the mistake of feeling safe. Then, once again, my life changed.

Every year my school hosted a half marathon for the city that benefitted Alzheimer’s research. It was a really big deal for my school since the faculty was not only in charge of planning it, but also in charge of working the day of the race. The night before all the students were offered an extra 30 bonus points in any class if we helped set up. I was a smart kid but that didn’t mean AP Calculus was easy. So, naturally I went to help set up with the majority of the rest of the school. A lot of students showed up and did the minimum for bonus credit and then left. But my dad was there too and he made sure I stayed until everything was finished. I came back to the starting line after finishing setting up the last rest stop when I realized my dad was gone and in his place were Tucker, Gus and Caden. I started to make a break for it but once again Gus bolted after me and tackled me to the ground. “Hey what’s up tighties?” Tucker asked as him and Caden strolled over. “What do you want Tucker? Where’s dad?” I responded. “Coach is gone Chris…your ours now.” Tucker said. “It’s been a while since we’ve had fun with you. Did you start to think you were safe Chris? Remember…you are NEVER safe again. And all because you’re eighteen years old and still in tighty whities. Well don’t worry too much chris we’re going to have lots of fun with you tonite.” I started to struggle to get away and Gus immediately sat on me, crushing me with his ass. Tucker and Caden picked me up and tied my hands around a nearby lamppost. “Tucker, guys you can’t do this please!”, Knowing my pants were coming off next. Then, without listening to me pleas, Tucker produced a large pair of shears from his back pocket. “Now for the best part, right tighty?” Tucker asked as he approached me. Then, starting at the bottom of my pant leg, tucker slowly and methodically starting cutting up the side of my pants, drawing this moment out and making me accept that my tighty whities would be exposed again and I would be helpless to stop it. Then, tucker stopped as the scissors got to my upper thigh. “Caden, will you do the honors?” Tucker asked. Caden nodded and walked over to my other side. Then, in one quick movement, Caden grabbed my jeans with both hands and ripped them clean off of my body revealing a tight white pair of briefs.”Guys please you can’t do this, dad is expecting me home tonite!” I pleaded but my voice was overpowered by the laughter that erupted from their mouths as soon as my briefs were exposed. “Oh my god dude you didn’t even learn your lesson last time! Still just tighties!” Tucker laughed. “Hey guys, you think tighty is still in hanes? Or maybe he has other brands too?” Tucker said. “No use waiting, let’s find out!” Caden said as he lifted my shirt up. “Aww, looks like he’s got some fruit of the loom tighty whities too!” Gus said. “fruits for the fruit!” Tucker added. Then, Caden approached me with a rag and tied it around my head preventing me from talking anymore. Tucker took a step closer and said “Ok tighty here’s what’s happening…we’re gonna leave you here like this tonite. And tomorrow the whole town is going to witness your tighty whities when they run the race. And the best part is? You can’t do anything about it. See you tomorrow loser!” Tucker said before he punched me in the nuts as  hard as he could. “MMMPH!” I yelled into the rag covering my mouth. Then Gus and Caden pulled my t-shirt over my head before they left. This was going to be a long night…

[time-traveler-in-space]

[tightywriter]

Coach’s tighty whities part 7

After my humiliating incident in biology class my day didn’t get much better. As you can imagine, word of my predicament spread like wildfire. It seemed like any jock with something to prove wanted to get their hands on me. This meant that my entire school day was one humiliating incident after another. In the hallway after biology, Gus and some of the linebackers named Rhett and Braden grabbed me, tied my hands behind my back and placed bets on how long my huge pants would stay up. After Braden’s bet of 5 seconds (the longest bet) won, Rhett said “fuck this” and pulled my jeans straight to my ankles, revealing my ridiculously tight hanes whities. Again. Then, at lunch Caden and Tucker did the same thing but this time they unbuttoned my jeans and let me struggle to try and keep them up. However, within seconds they were once again at my ankles in front of the whole school. After spending the rest of the day with a plethora of pantsings, I was headed to my final class when Gus, Caden and Hayden grabbed me and dragged me outside to the parking lot. “Guys, everyone at school has seen my underwear like 9 times today. Can’t you just let me go?” I said. “No can do, bitch boy” came tucker’s response. “We have one last assignment for today.” And with that, Gus produced a pair of handcuff’s from his back pocket and handcuffed my hands to the bike rack. “Alright Chris, I think it’s time I took my pants back.” Tucker said as he pantsed me one final time, removing the jeans completely” then, the front door of the school opened. At first, I thought it was a student but then I realized it was my dad. I felt a small glimmer of hope as he approached that was quickly dashed as he said “good work gentlemen.” To tucker, gus and caden. Then, he pulled out his wallet and handed each boy a crisp $100 bill. “Dad what the fuck?” I yelled but as soon as the words left my mouth I knew I made a mistake. “Son, you know not to use that language in front of me. You just made this situation a whole lot worse for yourself.” Then, to my astonishment, my dad dropped his pants and revealed his hanes white briefs. Then, he stepped out of his shoes and jeans and removed his briefs as well. It had been a long time since I’d seen my dad like this and I stared in shock and humiliation, unable to believe how large he was. And as my dad stood there, naked from the waist down, feeling no shame at all, he began to wipe his armpits, crotch and ass crack with his briefs, finishing them off by pissing all over them. Then, before I could even say anything he shoved the briefs deep into my mouth, and Gus wrapped my mouth in duct tape preventing me from spitting them out. The putrid taste of my dad’s sweat, piss and crotch filled my mouth and for a second I thought I would vomit. “Alright Chris. We’re almost done. There’s just one more thing to do.” My dad said as he walked around behind me. He grabbed the waistband of my briefs and pulled up harder than usual. Much harder than usual. And as I realized what his plan was I realized this would be the worst humiliation of my life and I began to fruitlessly struggle against the handcuffs. The briefs shot up my ass, and began to pop. And they started to pop faster. And as the briefs started to split my asshole I heard what I dreaded most. A huge rip. My briefs had torn and now I stood handcuffed, gagged with my dad’s underwear, briefs pulled up to my nipples with my shamefully tiny cock and balls exposed to the air. My dad stifarmed me around mt chest and leaned into my ear and said “Doesn’t seem like you’ll ever want to have anymore parties huh chris?” As he whispered I felt his massive cock against my ass and wondered how a man with such a girthy member could ever produce a boy with a penis so small. My dad put his pants back on as the final bell rung, alerting us that soon the whole school would begin to walk towards the parking lot…

[dontloseyourpants]

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[tightywriter]

Coach’s tighty whities part 6

Long story short it was a long night for me at the park. Tucker, Gus and Caden had ambushed me after set up for the half marathon my school was hosting. Now I was bound to a light pole near the finish line for the race with my shirt pulled over my head and no pants. My Fruit of The Loom tighty whities were a stark contrast to the darkness of the night. For about an hour after the football guys left I tried to fight my way out of the bindings but my efforts were futile. Eventually I just accepted my fate, that I would spend the night like this and wake up to a crowd of people laughing at my tighty whities. I couldn’t sleep for a while but eventually I was so tired I passed out…

“Hey wake up briefs boy, ready for the race?” Tucker yelled as he shook me awake. “Huh-what?” I said waking up. I felt someone approach and then my shirt was ripped off by Caden. “You didn’t think we were gonna let you hide your face today did you tighties?” Tucker approached me saying “hey while we’re all alone, how about we see how small you really are Chris?” “Wait no please!” I said but it was too late. The three jocks approached me and Tucker pulled open the front of my briefs and they all peered inside. I have regular sized balls and a little hair in my crotch but I have a total micropenis. “Holy shit dude!” Gus said. “I mean we knew you were small but this is ridiculous!” Tucker said snapping my briefs shut again. “Ok guys you’ve had your fun but can you please let me go now?” I said turning red. “What do you mean, the race just started!” Tucker said. “What? NO! Get me out of here!” I yelled “No no no” Tucker said, “this was all part of the plan. You’re gonna stand here for the next few hours and be exposed in your tighty whities as everyone finishes the race.” And that’s exactly what happened. The race turnout was record breaking this year with over 3000 participants and every single person saw me in my tighty whities. I heard all sorts of comments too. Everything from “Oh my god are those tighty whities?? Isn’t Chris a senior?” to some 8 year olds running saying “Hey I wear the same ones!”. My face was red the entire time. Several of the school’s coaches were running the race and Coach Stephens, the baseball coach, got a good laugh out of my briefs. My dad was participating in the race and he gave me a punch to the nuts when he passed giving Gus, Tucker and Caden a good laugh. Gus took photos all day to document the event too so I was sure I would see myself on social media again whenever I got out of this. About halfway through the race Tucker went to one of the rest stops and got a huge jug of water which he made me drink. I had had to pee since I woke up but was doing my best to hold it. However, after drinking the water I started to squirm quite a bit and really really needed to relieve myself. Tucker noticed and got the guys to start tickling me. After that it was game over. Gus and Caden tickled me for about 5 seconds before I started to piss myself. After I started peeing I couldn’t stop and for about 2 full minutes I wet myself. The front of my briefs was soaked by the time I was done and Tucker recorded the whole thing on his phone. Tucker then dumped another jug of water all over me causing me to start shivering, while the front of my tighty whities became completely see through allowing all the racers to see how small I really was. After the race was over the football guys escorted me home in just my tighty whities. But before they left, Tucker said “Hey Chris I have a gift for you” and then he took off his jeans. Tucker was wearing a tight white pair of boxer briefs. Then he handed me his jeans and said “You’re wearing these to school on Monday. No belt.” And then they left. 

Monday morning arrived and when I was getting dressed I realized my predicament. I opened my underwear drawer after taking a shower and was greeted by the same sight I got every day. My underwear drawer was filled to the brim with hanes tighty whities on one side and fruit of the loom tighty whities on the other side. I grabbed a pair of the hanes and pulled them on. I pulled on a black t shirt and then went to get Tucker’s jeans. As I pulled them on I realized why Tucker said no belt. Tucker was a lot bigger than me and his jeans were about 6 inches wider than the size I wore. This meant they sagged. A lot. So much that if I stood still they fell down enough to show off the top half of my briefs and if I moved at all they fell straight to my ankles. I took a deep breath knowing this would be a long day and put on my shoes and headed to school. I got several laughs on my way to my locker since everyone could see my tighty whities and when I got to my locker I realized how hard today would be. I realized I couldn’t carry my books to class and hold my pants up at the same time so I left my books at my locker and went to my first class. I had biology 1st period with Coach Stephens, the baseball coach. He was one of the many many people who saw my tighty whities at the race on saturday. I hung my head low and walked in. Class started soon after and Coach Stephens announced we’d be reading from the text book out loud for the first part of class. I groaned knowing I’d be in a heap of trouble for neglecting to bring my textbook. The other students took turns reading out loud until eventually it was my turn. I was silent. “Chris what’s the matter? It’s your turn to read. Still shell shocked from Saturday?” Coach Stephens laughed as the class joined in. “I forgot to bring my textbook.” I announced. “Well that’s no problem Chris just come grab a spare from behind my desk.” Coach responded. I grabbed the waist of my jeans and held them up as I approached the front of the class. All of a sudden Coach Stephens said “Think fast!” As he tossed a baseball my way. Then, my reflexes betrayed me and my hands let go of my pants and caught the baseball. My pants immediately fell straight to my ankles as I stood in front of Coach Stephens and the whole class revealing my hanes tighty whities. The class erupted in laughter as I scrambled to pull my pants up. Before I could though Seth, one of the linebackers from the football team, stuck his foot out and stomped it down on my jeans keeping me from pulling them up. My face turned beet red as I tried to use my short black shirt to cover my briefs. Eventually the class died down and Seth let me pull my pants back up. I got the text book and sat down. This was going to be a long day…

[corb333]

[tightywriter]

Coach’s tighty whities part 5

It had been a week since I had been outed as a briefsboy to my whole school. Tucker, Gus and Caden strung me up by my hanes tighty whities and left me hanging in the hallway with my pants around my ankles. Pictures of me and my tighty whities had circulated snapchat, twitter and instagram with captions talking about my underwear and my uh…small package. I had been humiliated and for the next couple of school days and everyone seemed to have forgotten my name was Chris. I was referred to as either “tighties” or “vienna sausage” now. The humiliation continued for the next couple of days as well. Gus and Caden made sure I endured several wedgies per day. I have to give these guys credit where credit is due, I never knew you could get so creative with something like a wedgie. The day after I was hung for the first time Tucker, Gus and Caden grabbed me at lunch and pulled my pants down while tying my arms behind my back. They then paraded me around the lunchroom showing everybody my underwear again. Since my pants were around my ankles I could only take small steps. Lunch period never felt like it lasted so long. One day when I got home from school dad had left two new packs of tighty whities on my bed. A pack of hanes and a pack of fruit of the loom with a note saying “something tells me you may need more of these”. He was right of course since my briefs got stretched out by football players every day. Rumor has it my dad had told the teachers not to intervene in my bullying. This made sense since this was ultimately all punishment for exposing my dad as a tighty whities man. I just never thought throwing one party would get me in this much trouble with my dad. The pantsings and wedgies went on for a little over a week but then they stopped unexpectedly. “You’ll never be safe again…” Tucker had said when he pantsed me the first time. These words stuck with me when the embarassment stopped. Then, for a month, everything went back to normal. No pantsings. No wedgies. No nicknames or pictures on social media. I grew accustomed to my old life again. I made the mistake of feeling safe. Then, once again, my life changed.

Every year my school hosted a half marathon for the city that benefitted Alzheimer’s research. It was a really big deal for my school since the faculty was not only in charge of planning it, but also in charge of working the day of the race. The night before all the students were offered an extra 30 bonus points in any class if we helped set up. I was a smart kid but that didn’t mean AP Calculus was easy. So, naturally I went to help set up with the majority of the rest of the school. A lot of students showed up and did the minimum for bonus credit and then left. But my dad was there too and he made sure I stayed until everything was finished. I came back to the starting line after finishing setting up the last rest stop when I realized my dad was gone and in his place were Tucker, Gus and Caden. I started to make a break for it but once again Gus bolted after me and tackled me to the ground. “Hey what’s up tighties?” Tucker asked as him and Caden strolled over. “What do you want Tucker? Where’s dad?” I responded. “Coach is gone Chris…your ours now.” Tucker said. “It’s been a while since we’ve had fun with you. Did you start to think you were safe Chris? Remember…you are NEVER safe again. And all because you’re eighteen years old and still in tighty whities. Well don’t worry too much chris we’re going to have lots of fun with you tonite.” I started to struggle to get away and Gus immediately sat on me, crushing me with his ass. Tucker and Caden picked me up and tied my hands around a nearby lamppost. “Tucker, guys you can’t do this please!”, Knowing my pants were coming off next. Then, without listening to me pleas, Tucker produced a large pair of shears from his back pocket. “Now for the best part, right tighty?” Tucker asked as he approached me. Then, starting at the bottom of my pant leg, tucker slowly and methodically starting cutting up the side of my pants, drawing this moment out and making me accept that my tighty whities would be exposed again and I would be helpless to stop it. Then, tucker stopped as the scissors got to my upper thigh. “Caden, will you do the honors?” Tucker asked. Caden nodded and walked over to my other side. Then, in one quick movement, Caden grabbed my jeans with both hands and ripped them clean off of my body revealing a tight white pair of briefs.”Guys please you can’t do this, dad is expecting me home tonite!” I pleaded but my voice was overpowered by the laughter that erupted from their mouths as soon as my briefs were exposed. “Oh my god dude you didn’t even learn your lesson last time! Still just tighties!” Tucker laughed. “Hey guys, you think tighty is still in hanes? Or maybe he has other brands too?” Tucker said. “No use waiting, let’s find out!” Caden said as he lifted my shirt up. “Aww, looks like he’s got some fruit of the loom tighty whities too!” Gus said. “fruits for the fruit!” Tucker added. Then, Caden approached me with a rag and tied it around my head preventing me from talking anymore. Tucker took a step closer and said “Ok tighty here’s what’s happening…we’re gonna leave you here like this tonite. And tomorrow the whole town is going to witness your tighty whities when they run the race. And the best part is? You can’t do anything about it. See you tomorrow loser!” Tucker said before he punched me in the nuts as  hard as he could. “MMMPH!” I yelled into the rag covering my mouth. Then Gus and Caden pulled my t-shirt over my head before they left. This was going to be a long night…

[time-traveler-in-space]

They pulled his pants off him in the park, took his picture, then gave them back to him.

[tightywriter]

Coach’s tighty whities part 3

It has now been over a month since my dad had forced me to become a tighty whities boy. A month since the party that changed my life and since my dad threw out all of my boxers and filled my underwear drawer with 18 pairs of hanes tighty whities. And I hate to admit it but I’ve realized my dad was always right. I love wearing tighty whities and have found they were way more comfortable than they get credit for. However this has still been a punishment due to the forms of humiliation my dad has subjected me to. It started off small with spankings but escalated quickly to wedgies and stripping me to my briefs as soon as I got home. Dad still makes me wash all the whites in the house and fold his briefs too. Sadly for me though dad has been escalating his punishments. Last week dad had my three uncles over for the football game. As soon as they got here my dad sent me a text message ordering me to strip. Dad had never made me strip with this many people over and I didn’t know my uncles very well either. I knew from experience though not to disobey dad. Last time I refused to strip he took me to the park and ordered I give him my jeans. He made me walk 3 laps around the park pantsless while he followed me around and video’d me from his truck. So I went to my room and stripped and came out in just my tighties in front of all three of my uncles. Immediately they erupted in laughter at the sight of me clad in only my tight briefs. Then, for the next few hours my uncles subjected me to ass slaps, nut taps, titty twisters and of course, wedgies. At halftime my dad went and got his toolbox and a steel hook which he drilled into the wall next to the tv. Then, my uncles pounced on me tying my hands and legs together. Then all my uncles dropped their pants revealing that they were also Hanes tighty whities men. They removed their briefs and stuffed two pairs in my mouth then duct taped my mouth shut. The awful taste of their briefs almost made me puke and I never got used to it. My dad then grabbed the waistband of my briefs and hung on me on the newly installed hook. Finally the third pair of briefs was placed over my head blocking my vision. My uncles all borrowed briefs from my dad and hung our pantsless for the rest of the game ocssionally grabbing my nipples or punching my nuts. At one point two of them came over and wedgied the front of my briefs too so I was getting it on both sides. Before my uncles left they each gave me one more nut tap and took turns farting on my face. Dad left me like that all night meaning I wasn’t even able to sleep…

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[tightywriter]

Poor Gus Part 2

For the most part, Gus was a regular kid. He got good grades, enjoyed video games and even had a part time job. However, there were two big things that set Gus apart. The first was pretty easy to explain. Gus sucked at sports. As much as he wanted to impress the cute girls at school and make his athletic father proud, Gus was barely coordinated enough to dribble a basketball, much less get it in the hoop. While this may seem like a pretty insignificant detail, Gus’s inability to play basketball is what led him to transfer to a new school for his senior year. Towards the end of the previous season at his old school, Gus cost his team the last game of the season. This resulted in the most humiliating incident of Gus’s life(so far😬). After the game, Gus got stripped down to his underwear and hung from the flag pole in the parking lot. This brings us to the second thing that makes Gus stand out. Gus has a…complicated relationship with underwear. He wears tighty whities. White briefs. This may seem normal if you haven’t been in high school in a while. Maybe, you’re wearing some right now and you’re wondering what’s wrong with them. Short answer is, outside of high school there’s nothing wrong with wearing them. If that’s what you like then that’s cool and for the most part nobody will care. But within the halls of the modern American high school wearing whitie tighties is nothing short of social suicide. Gus learned this the hard way. He showed up to the first week of basketball practice and wasn’t aware that he’d be expected to change in front of everyone. He was wearing a brand new pair of hanes white briefs. As soon as his jeans came down the laughing commenced. Richard, the point guard, called out “Gus are you seriously wearing tighty whities??” and just like that, all eyes in the room were on his briefs and his secret was out. Things with the basketball team escalated as they realized he wore whitie tighties every day until eventually his dad and his coach were standing under him trying to figure out how to get him out of his hanging wedgie. “Nice cheeks Gus Gus!” His dad had called up, making coach giggle. Something about being in a humiliating predicament in front of two men he respected the most was way worse than the teasing from his teammates. Eventually coach found a ladder and was able to cut him loose. Although Gus was glad to be able to pick his massive wedgie, it still didn’t fix the fact that the team had stolen his clothes. Gus’s dad pulled his truck around and was able to take him home, though Gus still had to ride home in just his briefs. As a result of this incident, Gus’s parents decided to take him out of school for the next semester and home school him instead. Gus had mixed feelings about this. Even though he had never been more humiliated in his entire life, he couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. Gus found that he had a weird fascination with the event that started manifesting in surprising ways. To put it bluntly…thinking of his hanging wedgie got Gus horny. The night after the incident, Gus was replaying the events in his head and found himself getting stiff. Before he knew it he was jacking off through the fly of his briefs, thinking about his dad and his basketball coach giggling at him suspended by his white briefs. Moments later, he had the most mind blowing orgasm of his entire life. He couldn’t get enough. He stayed up late that night, blowing load after load until he was too sore to continue. The next morning after his shower, he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, wearing a t shirt and tighty whities. The only thing he could think of is when he might be exposed next…

[time-traveler-in-space]

[tightywriter]

Gus couldn’t believe what was happening to him…he thought nothing would change after his roommate found out he wore tighty whities. They were headed back from a long night of studying in the library when a couple of his roommate’s friends jumped out of nowhere. One grabbed his arms and the other yanked his pants around his ankles. Gus was too stunned to fight back and soon they had stripped him to his hanes tighty whities. His roommate brought out a pair of handcuffs leaving him in his current predicament.

[wonglikeswongs]

[tightywriter]

Bryan’s briefs part 2

Needless to say it was a long night. Not even 3 hours into moving into the dorms and I was already being humiliated in my tighty whities. I spent 2 hours in the dorm elevator taped to a chair in my tighty whities. The elevator went down, the doors opened and a crowd of students saw my briefs. The elevator went up, the door opened and a new crowd saw my briefs. This cycle went on for 2 hours but it felt like days. Finally Andrew came and got me out. He took me back to our room where Brad and Nicholas still were and let me get dressed again. “Hey man that may have gone too far. I mean it’s pretty embarrassing to wear tighty whities in college but we may have embarassed you too much. No hard feelings?” Andrew said. “Haha…yeah it’s alright guys.” I said. I definitely was humiliated but I didn’t want to miss out on my chance to make new friends. We went to have dinner at the dining hall and made it to bed early to be ready for school the next day.

I woke up early, took a shower and started to get dressed. I put on a pair of staffords white briefs, jeans and a blue sweater. I liked the feel of my new staffords but noticed they stuck out of my jeans a bit more than my hanes did. I got my stuff together and made it to my first class. I sat down in the second row next to a big muscular guy. He turned to me and said “oh shit it’s tighty whities!” I realized he must be referring to the elevator incident and I said “oh uh…yeah”. “Hey I’m Christopher!” He says. “I’m Bryan.” I respond. “So like…tighty whities? That was a joke right? Like a one time thing?” Christopher asks. “Oh sure, I’m a boxers man” I lie through my teeth. Christopher immediately grabs my sweater and lifts it up revealing my white briefs sticking out of my pants. “Bullshit you are!” Christopher says raising his voice. “I don’t take well to liars Bryan. Watch your back around me.” I try to respond but class is started by the professor. I go about the rest of my day which is uneventful.

After class I return to the dorms to hang out with Andrew and Nicholas. They tell me they want to take me to a party tonite to make up for the embarrassment. “No shenanigans this time” Andrew says and we spit shake on it. We get to the party a few hours later and there’s tons of cute girls around. Naturally though I don’t know anything about talking to them so I stick next to Andrew. It doesn’t take long for things to go south. Christopher is standing on the other side of the room and is glaring at me. Andrew promised no shenanigans but Christopher told me to watch my back just this morning. It starts getting hot in the house so I head outside to cool off. Immediately I get flanked on both sides by Brad and Nicholas who grab me. “Well well well looks like you fucked up!” I hear Christopher say behind me. “Wedgie time boys!” Christopher yells as brads hands shoot down my back. Brad grabs my tighty whities and gives me first ever wedgie. I yell out in shock and pain as I’m lifted to my toes. My briefs shoot up by butt, and crushes my balls. “Brad stop please!” I yell but Christopher responds “no way briefs boy. You lied to me today. On top of wearing tighty whities. Big mistake.” Brad turns me around to face Christopher as he reaches for my belt. Chris slowly undoes my belt while he stares into my eyes, relishing the humiliation I’m feeling. He takes off my belt and undoes the button my jeans letting my pants fall straight to my ankles. He uses my belt to tie my hands behind my back, through the legholes of my briefs and let’s me go. I try to get out but any struggling I do with my hands makes my wedgie worse. I swear my briefs are inside my asshole at this point. Christopher then grabs the waistband of my briefs and hangs me off of a tree in the front yard. Then Christopher goes inside and addresses everyone at the party. He says “attention everyone! We have a boy who came to college and thought it was ok to lie! And on top of that he thought it was ok to still wear tighty whities! So without further ado ladies and gentlemen I give you Bryan Stevens!” As he finishes his speech he opens the massive front door revealing me to a massive crowd that pours into the front lawn. I struggle again but only manage to deepen the wedgie and make my jeans fall to the ground. Once again it was going to be a long night…

[yourtwbuddy-deactivated20260301]

[tightywriter]

Bryan’s briefs part 1

Today was a huge day for me and I couldn’t be more nervous. Today is the day I finally move out of my dad’s house and go to college. This was especially a big deal for me because I was homeschooled my whole life by my dad and largely grew up at home. I wasn’t anti social or anything, I was part of a swim league and had friends in the neighborhood but a formal classroom setting was going to be a big adjustment, on top of moving into a dorm. This morning I woke up like I always do, in a pair of white briefs. I never thought much of my underwear as my dad and brothers all wore the same. I never changed in front of other guys either since for swim team we all just wore our swimsuits under our pants. I threw on a t shirt and some khaki shorts and went downstairs to double check my luggage. Dad was cooking breakfast and after we ate we hit the road.

Later that afternoon dad and I got to my new school and my new home. I walked into my room to meet my roommate. “Hey I’m Brian, your new roommate!” I say to the guy inside my room. “I’m Andrew it’s nice to meet you!” He says and shakes my hand. Andrew is an average looking dude and based on his decorations we seem to have a lot in common.He helps me and my dad move my stuff in and before I know it my dad has left me alone with my new roommate. Apparently Andrew had moved in early since he was from out of state. We spent the next 30 minutes making small talk and getting to know each other before Andrew had to leave for orientation. I had done mine online since I had already toured campus. While Andrew was gone I took some time to unpack. I hung my nicer clothes in my closet and folded t shirts and sweatpants in the dresser. There was a large deep drawer on the top of the dresser that I thought would be perfect for my underwear. I opened up my suitcase and started unpacking my hanes white briefs. These were my favorite ones though my dad and brothers had different opinions. My dad liked full rise staffords, Tyler my older brother liked fruit of the loom and my younger brother Jordan liked Jockey y-fronts. When I took out my hanes I noticed a wrapped present at the bottom of my suitcase that I hadn’t packed. I opened it and found a note signed by my dad and brothers that said “hope you like these! Here’s to new beginnings!”. Turns out they had each gotten me a pack of their favorite underwear so now, on top of having 18 pairs of Hanes I also had 9 pairs of fruit of the loom, 6 jockeys and 6 staffords. I opened up all the packs and threw the packaging in the trash can by my bed. I then organized my briefs in a careful stack in my underwear drawer so each day I could just grab the pair off the top and then go. After about an hour Andrew came back with a couple guys following him. They introduced themselves as Brad and Nicholas and apparently they met Andrew at orientation. They make conversation while I sit at my desk double checking my class schedule. After a couple minutes Andrew says “Hey Bryan, do you have a trash can? I forgot to buy one and need to spit out my gum.” I point towards the foot of my bed and say “yeah man, right there” and go back to my computer screen. Suddenly I hear Andrew gasp and look to see him staring straight into the contents of my trash can. Before I can react he immediately says “guys I think our new friend Bryan is gonna have some problems tonite.” Brad replies, “oh yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?” as Andrew starts searching through my dresser drawers. “Hey Andrew stop!” I say standing up but it’s too late. As I get to my feet Andrew pulls open the top drawer of my dresser, my underwear drawer, and reveals my briefs to Brad and Nicholas. “Oh my god dude, tighty whities?” Nicholas says. “Dude I haven’t worn those since I was 6! I thought this was college!” Brad laughs. “What do you mean?” I respond. “I though everyone wore those?”. Andrew steps forward and says, “nope! Let’s show him boys.” And Andrew drops his shorts. Boxers. Brad drops his pants. Boxers. Nicholas drops his pants. Boxers. They pull their pants up and step closer to me. “Alright boys lets teach Bryan a lesson” Andrew says. Next thing I know all three pounce on me. Nicholas and Andrew shove me back into my desk chair while Brad grabs a role of tape and tapes my arms and legs to my chair. “Guys stop please!” I yell but my pleas fall on deaf ears. “Alright Bryan we showed you our underwear now it’s your turn.” Andrew says as he reaches for my shorts. He undoes my button and zipper and pulls my shorts to my ankles revealing my tighty whities. All three of the guys burst into laughter as I stare on in horror. They took turns posing with me after Brad taped my mouth shut and then they took my shorts and shirt and put me in the lobby elevator for the rest of the night.

I spent the next several hours going up and down with new students and their parents who were moving them in. Every time the door opened a new crowd witnessed me in only my tighty whities...boy college was going to be rough.

[hackcmoon-deactivated20180516]

[tightywriter]

Mike’s mishap part 2

Mike had never been so humiliated in his life. A robber had snuck in to his museum late at night and ambushed him, tying his hands behind his back and pulling his pants to his ankles. So now here he stood, in his fruit of the loom tighty whities. On top of that there was an awful taste in his mouth from the robber’s cum covered boxer briefs he had stuffed in mike’s mouth before gagging him with duct tape. Moments before the robber had pulled mike’s briefs down far enough to reveal his embarrassingly small cock but after asking if mike wanted his briefs pulled back up the robber obliged and pulled them up. “That was a lot of nodding there pal, how about I pull them up even more?” The robber asked mike. Mike looked at him confused but quickly realized what the robber meant. He felt the robbers big strong hands wrap around his tighty whities waistband and start to pull up. Mike was immediately brought back to his days in high school, getting wedgied daily. However as the white cotton of his briefs shot up his ass mike realized the pain of a wedgie wasn’t nearly as bad as he remembered. It was so much worse. “Hey mister security guard, that gag looks pretty cute on you. How about a blindfold too?” The guard asked, laughing. Immediately, he began pulling ten times harder, getting mike’s tighty whites up and over his head, blinding mike so that his vision was limited to the bright white cotton of his briefs. Mike struggled to free himself, but with his hands tied there wasn’t much he could do except succumb to the pain of having his briefs splitting his ass and crushing his tiny cock and balls. The robber broke out laughing, watching mike struggle and admiring his handiwork. “Hey dude, wouldn’t it be a shame if I was the only one who got to see your tighty whities and fat white ass? Let’s do something about that” the robber said and before mike could do anything, the robber grabbed his waistband off his head restoring mike’s sight again. With his other hand, he grabbed an industrial hook attached to a chain and pulley and he hooked mike’s briefs on it. Then he ran to the controls and started hoisting mike up by his underwear until he was hanging midair, ass completely exposed, with his pants still at his ankles. Mike was in the worst pain of his life. Not only was his ass being split by his briefs but he could swear his briefs were splitting his hole as well. The robber said “this way, whenever your coworkers come back to work in the morning and come into the warehouse they’re gonna see this beautiful sight, isn’t that right mike? Now I gotta get going. But before I do…” and with that the robber reached up and slapped mike’s ass as hard as he could, then he made a quick punch to mike’s balls. Mike screamed in pain through his gag but was powerless to fight back. The robber then made his rounds through the museum cash registers and left through the back door never to be seen again…

[dontloseyourpants]

The Medallion (2003)

[tightywriter]

Mike’s mishap part 1

Mike was working his regular overnight shift as a security guard at the museum. He didn’t love the hours but it paid well and let Mike feel like he had a bit of authority. He knew he wasn’t a REAL cop but he got to have baton and some handcuffs and to Mike that felt like enough. It was around 3 AM and Mike was heating up some of the lasagna his wife had made for dinner when he heard a crash. Immediately his instincts took over and he broke out into a sprint. He had heard the noise come from the warehouse where they kept upcoming exhibits and stored seasonal decorations. He was an athletic man with nice muscles and he reached the warehouse quickly. He stood still and tried to listen for the intruder. He was met with dead silence. But then, he heard a noise come from around some boxes. He quickly made his way over and met a dead end and saw a small pebble just bounce off the wall. Before he could realize it was a distraction he heard the intruder leap down from a stack of boxes behind him and shove him into the wall. Mike gasped for air as the wind was knocked out of him and the intruder grabbed his hands. Then, the intruder used his other hand to undo mike’s belt and rip it from his belt loops. As the masked man began to tie mike’s hands together with his belt he start to feel his pants sag a little. Then mike’s nightmare came true as he felt the intruder’s hands on his uniform pants and in one quick tug the intruder pulled mike’s trousers to the ground. Then, all Mike heard was an eruption of laughter from the stranger as he took a step back to admire his handiwork. In less than five seconds the thief had overpowered mike, bound his hands and exposed his FOTL white briefs. The intruder continued his deep bellowing laugh as he stared directly at Mike’s underwear. Mike was helpless to cover up and felt humiliated. “Hey man I hate to break it to you but I’ve pulled that move on dozens of dim witted security guards but this is the only time I’ve stumbled upon a pair of tighty whities.” The intruder said. Mike’s face flushed red and he bent forward in an effort to hide his briefs. It didn’t help. “Hey man you stand up when I talk to you ya hear?” The thief said as he punched Mike straight in the nose. Mike saw stars as tears came to his eyes and he stood up again. “You’re gonna be real sorry for this!” Mike said but the thief was still laughing at him. “Oh shit looks like we’ve got a talker!” The masked intruder said. “We’re gonna have to fix that.” Then, the intruder reached into his backpack and pulled out some duck tape and a gray pair of baggy men’s boxer briefs. “I wore these earlier when I was working out big boy. Plenty of sweat on these babies. Also? I jacked off in them afterward. Open up!” He said and he forced them into mike’s mouth. Before Mike could even try to spit them out the intruder was wrapping duct tape around his head. Immediately the awful taste of another man’s sweat and semen invaded his mouth and Mike thought he was gonna puke. “Now let’s get to the bottom of this underwear thing.” The thief said. “No self respecting man with a man’s sized cock would ever be able to wear those man panties. And they look pretty damn tight.” Then in one sudden movement the intruder thrust his hand to grab a hold of Mike’s dick and balls. Mike felt completely emasculated, having another man forcefully holding his shamefully small manhood. “Oh wow it feels like you’ve got a Vienna sausage and a couple marbles down there dude.” The thief said. It was true, much to Mike’s chagrin. He couldn’t even please his wife. “How about we get a closer look!” The thief said as he bent over and in one quick tug pulled Mike’s briefs to his knees. Mike shrieked through his gag as he felt the cold air hit his firm ass and small pecker. The masked intruder began his laughing again and Mike was even more embarassed. “I’ll bet you want me to pull these up again huh?” The thief asked. Mike nodded quickly. The intruder obliged and pulled them back up giving mike’s crotch another rub as he did. Mike has a feeling he was in deep shit…

[piercedbro]

I love to show off! 😈

[tightywriter]

Hayden’s story part 5

As Hayden drove away from the school the full weight of his humiliating predicament set in. He had just essentially been pantsed in front of his whole team and coaching staff. In tighty whities. He had grabbed his tearaway pants on his way out of the locker room but he didn’t even bother trying to snap them back on before getting to his car. Hayden was so preoccupied thinking about his humiliation that he completely drove through the stop sign to turn onto the main road. Hayden didn’t see anyone else around so he thought he was ok. That is, until he saw flashing lights in his rear view. Despite his predicament, Hayden was a good law abiding citizen. He pulled over and started trying to rebutton his rip off pants. Sadly for him, it’s much harder than it looks. Before Hayden could even get one button snagged he heard a knock on his window. Begrudgingly hayden rolled the window down. “Sir are you aware why-Oh shit, Hayden?” The officer said. Then his eyes flicked downwards towards Hayden’s briefs and the officer lost control of himself and began laughing until tears formed in his eyes. Being the football coach for the only high school in town, Hayden was pretty well known but this officer in particular, Craig, knew Hayden especially well. Craig’s son went to Hayden’s high school and had tried out for the football team multiple times. Tragically though, he was the most uncoordinated specimen Hayden had ever laid eyes on. Craig had tried all sorts of bribery to get his son on the team but it had never worked. But now as Hayden sat in his car in his fruit of the loom tighty whities he was mortified at being seen by the cop. “Hayden are those actually tighty whities? What the hell is going on?” Craig asked with a devious smile. Hayden wasn’t sure where to start or how much of the truth to tell. Being honest didn’t seem to get him very far lately and how was he supposed to tell Craig that he had gotten pantsed in front of the whole football team by another student? So Hayden decided for the first time in his life to lie through his teeth. “Well Craig, believe it or not my tear away pants got caught on one of those thorn bushes in the school parking lot. I was pretty embarrassed as the thorns ripped my pants right off but thankfully nobody saw…until now that is.” Hayden’s insides churned as he lied for the first time in his life. Craig busted up laughing again and said “I wasn’t even asking what happened to your pants, I was just curious why you were wearing fucking tighty whities! You mean to tell me that Coach Hayden, the man who told my son he couldn’t play football wears TIGHTY WHITIES?? Well if that’s the case then I’m gonna need you to step out of the vehicle. I’m gonna have to make a mandatory inspection of your glove compartment and trunk to see if there are any more panties in your possession.” Hayden couldn’t believe this. After all he did to try and be fair in his coaching decisions a student’s father was now going to expose him (and his briefs) to the traffic. But Hayden couldn’t risk the consequences of disobeying an officer so he got out of his car. That’s when things got really bad.

[time-traveler-in-space]

[tightywriter]

Coach’s tighty whities part 7

After my humiliating incident in biology class my day didn’t get much better. As you can imagine, word of my predicament spread like wildfire. It seemed like any jock with something to prove wanted to get their hands on me. This meant that my entire school day was one humiliating incident after another. In the hallway after biology, Gus and some of the linebackers named Rhett and Braden grabbed me, tied my hands behind my back and placed bets on how long my huge pants would stay up. After Braden’s bet of 5 seconds (the longest bet) won, Rhett said “fuck this” and pulled my jeans straight to my ankles, revealing my ridiculously tight hanes whities. Again. Then, at lunch Caden and Tucker did the same thing but this time they unbuttoned my jeans and let me struggle to try and keep them up. However, within seconds they were once again at my ankles in front of the whole school. After spending the rest of the day with a plethora of pantsings, I was headed to my final class when Gus, Caden and Hayden grabbed me and dragged me outside to the parking lot. “Guys, everyone at school has seen my underwear like 9 times today. Can’t you just let me go?” I said. “No can do, bitch boy” came tucker’s response. “We have one last assignment for today.” And with that, Gus produced a pair of handcuff’s from his back pocket and handcuffed my hands to the bike rack. “Alright Chris, I think it’s time I took my pants back.” Tucker said as he pantsed me one final time, removing the jeans completely” then, the front door of the school opened. At first, I thought it was a student but then I realized it was my dad. I felt a small glimmer of hope as he approached that was quickly dashed as he said “good work gentlemen.” To tucker, gus and caden. Then, he pulled out his wallet and handed each boy a crisp $100 bill. “Dad what the fuck?” I yelled but as soon as the words left my mouth I knew I made a mistake. “Son, you know not to use that language in front of me. You just made this situation a whole lot worse for yourself.” Then, to my astonishment, my dad dropped his pants and revealed his hanes white briefs. Then, he stepped out of his shoes and jeans and removed his briefs as well. It had been a long time since I’d seen my dad like this and I stared in shock and humiliation, unable to believe how large he was. And as my dad stood there, naked from the waist down, feeling no shame at all, he began to wipe his armpits, crotch and ass crack with his briefs, finishing them off by pissing all over them. Then, before I could even say anything he shoved the briefs deep into my mouth, and Gus wrapped my mouth in duct tape preventing me from spitting them out. The putrid taste of my dad’s sweat, piss and crotch filled my mouth and for a second I thought I would vomit. “Alright Chris. We’re almost done. There’s just one more thing to do.” My dad said as he walked around behind me. He grabbed the waistband of my briefs and pulled up harder than usual. Much harder than usual. And as I realized what his plan was I realized this would be the worst humiliation of my life and I began to fruitlessly struggle against the handcuffs. The briefs shot up my ass, and began to pop. And they started to pop faster. And as the briefs started to split my asshole I heard what I dreaded most. A huge rip. My briefs had torn and now I stood handcuffed, gagged with my dad’s underwear, briefs pulled up to my nipples with my shamefully tiny cock and balls exposed to the air. My dad stifarmed me around mt chest and leaned into my ear and said “Doesn’t seem like you’ll ever want to have anymore parties huh chris?” As he whispered I felt his massive cock against my ass and wondered how a man with such a girthy member could ever produce a boy with a penis so small. My dad put his pants back on as the final bell rung, alerting us that soon the whole school would begin to walk towards the parking lot…