Hope you all enjoy this fictional story I wrote inspired by @finbrro and his shredded tighty whities 😈
It has been one week since I moved in with @finbrro, and something wasn't adding up. He looked like your typical bro, a nice guy with an athletic build, but I couldn't help but feel like he was hiding something from me. I wondered for a few days until it finally hit me... I'd never seen the man change! All my past roommates and I didn't give a fuck about stripping down to our boxers and changing in front of each other, but he seemingly made an effort to avoid ever being in his underwear. Maybe he's shy or private about that kind of thing, but something in my gut told me there's more to the story... And low and behold I was right.
That Saturday morning after he went out for his run, I snuck into his room to do some investigating. I ransacked his dresser, from top to bottom I found his socks, pants, some shirts, nothing too out of the ordinary, until I got to the bottom drawer. I pulled it open and shining up at me was something I never expected to see in a grown man's drawer: tighty whities. I don't mean just one or two pairs tucked in the back hidden, no, there must have been dozens of pairs. Tighty whities accumulated over a lifetime, with varying sizes, brands, and even his name was written on the inside of the wiatsband! What a total fucking nerd! I almost hit my head when I fell over laughing my ass off at the thought of my jock bro roommate wearing these butt huggers 😂
I knew exactly what to do as there's only one way to treat dorks who wear man panties... I had to be quick before he returned from his run. With no time to spare, I had everything ready to go when I heard the key unlatch to open the front door. I hid patiently as he made his way towards his room. He entered the doorway and mumbled to himself "what the..." before I closed the door from behind him and made my presence known. "Well well well, is there something you'd like to tell me roomie? A little white lie you've been keeping from me?" I said with a devilish grin. "Wait man, please, it's not what you think... I..." "You what? Are a giant nerd who wears tighty whities? That's obvious. I mean it's not even a pair or two but literally all you wear is tighty whities. You know you could graduate to boxers in middle school don't ya?" I said as I laughed at him. His face was beet red, I could tell he was really getting embarrassed by this.
"There's going to be some new ground rules roomie. Do you know what happens to guys that wear these?" I said picking up one of the pairs, making an upward pulling motion on the back of the waistband. "They uhm.. they get...", he said bashfully, before he could even get it out I finished the sentence for him: "They get wedgies! Now turn around and assume the position, dork".
He didn't even put up a fight, he hung his head low and turned around as instructed. Relishing the moment, I slowly dug my hands into his athletic shorts and fished out his waistband. Curling my fingers, I began to pull up slowly. This wasn't my first time putting a nerd in his place. I kept pulling higher and higher until finally the leg holes appeared. Bro was whining and moaning at this point. I whispered into his ear, "we're just getting started dweeb. All aboard the wedgie elevator, all floors going..." That's when I changed my grip and grabbed onto the leg holes: "UP!" I yelled to coincide with my strongest yank yet, lifting him off the ground in the process. "Haha man this is too easy!" I said as I bounced him like a yo-yo. He instinctively grabbed his balls, desperately trying to provide relief that wouldn't arrive... Not yet anyway, I still had work to do...
The leg holes started making that classic popping noise at this point. I got into a rhythm where as gravity pulled him down, I pulled him right back up. "Damn dude check out this butt floss! Your undies are fucked man! Good thing youve got plenty more pairs! Haha". After a few more bounces, it was time: I gave a final monstrous yank and ripped his undies clean off of him. He face planted onto his bed on top of his pile of tighty whities. His once supportive underwear now used as a weapon for pain and humiliation against him. I stood over him laughing, waiving the shredded remains in the air. "Dude I can't believe they ripped right off of you! Omg wait dude, no way, is that a skid mark on these?! Bahaha you really are a nerd. Here, open up dweeb" and with that, I shoved the pair in his mouth.
"Hope you enjoy the taste of those sweaty stinking briefs. Now go on, put on another pair." He did as he was told, sliding his running shorts down and gingerly pulling up another pair of tws. "That's a good boy. Now turn around." This time when I grabbed onto his waistband, I pulled him over to the closet and hooked his little tws onto the door, leaving him in a dangling wedgie. But before I left, I of course snapped a few photos."Like I said nerd, there's going to be some new rules around here. You're going to be my wedgie toy and I'm going to yank those whitey tighties of yours whenever I want. Now why don't you hang here for a while and think about the new pecking order. I'll be back to let you down and claim those undies as a trophy later". With that I left the room, leaving him to contemplate his new lifestyle and sink further into his wedgie, staring at all his boy briefs on his bed. Each pair a future humiliating wedgie waiting to happen. Such is the life of a tighty whities nerd living with his bully.
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