All Things Bondage, Wedgie And Humiliation Related

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[slience8]

[bddsdl]

(Fiction) It was exciting, horny and fun when i saw them and talked to the guy holding the leash, joked to him about wishing to swap places with the rubber toys place and with just a few seconds thinking he actually agreed, and even pushed when i initially waved it off as joke, but i never resisted a dar, and he did just that, asking me to dare to follow up my ask.

We used the bathroom of a fetish bar to swap and half an our later we were back on the streets as if nothing happened to the two boys on the end of that cain leash. Instead however, it was me now there, plugged, locked into tiny chastity, fully rubbered head to toe, straight jacketed, gagged and muzzled, unable to even tell anyone about that swap.

That excitement and horniness was present then, but i had not thought it through, the hot rubber, the sweating, breathing through nose only with that massive gag in my mouth, the exhaustion coming with all of that, the pain that tiny cane and the plug up my butt would cause in time...

But when i started trying to make him aware of it, that i wanted it to end, swap back with the other guy running around in my clothes for hours already, only then i noticed.. well realized that tens in the collar, hitting me with jolts so painful that i almost fainted.

I had grunted and moaned into that gag to tell him, obviously not able to speak, but also had refused walking and following the leash pull, but that tens combined with that stern look in his face when barking that 'shut up, slave' made it quickly very clear what choices i had...

It took 4 more severe pain shock sequences before i resigned, there was nothing i could do, i had to wait, endure, obey until HE chose to swap back...

Little did i know then that it would take not just the day, but also the evening and night, that i would still be in all that when he had brunch with his buddies, laughing about that guy who still suffers under all that rubber, but everything having its price made that the only right way.

Only after that he allowed me freedom again, got me my own stuff back and then kicked me out of his hotel room... I was exhausted, overtired, aching in so many places... but also... smiled... (and non-fiction: this still is something i'd love to one day experience in real, swap with someone on Folsom without anyone else knowing and ending up having to endure it longer than i planned)

[tl-hoechlin]

[satisfyingsubmissive]

[doggers05]

Didn't you pay the electrician in cash? Or did I forget to mention the deal he had with me...?

[bddsdl]

(Fiction) All i agreed to was a nice horny hogtie, even if it took that guy in the bar quite some persuasion and quite a number beers into my belly before i agreed to that.

Quite a bit tipsy i did not think rationally, so going to is place was 'ok' despite not even knowing name, in his house then it was just as 'ok' to strip naked, of course bondage should be naked he insisted, given his experience it then was less than ten minutes before my arms, my wrists, my legs, my ankles and even my big toes were tightly kept in place by expertly used ropes.

Drunk as i was i could not find the horniess in it that i expected prior to being helpless like that, which was an advantage when he turned me sideways and in no time had my totally limp dick locked in the tiniest of chastity cages i could imagine, likely because of the alcohol i did not even respond to the long catheter embedded into the cage, the stinging in my dick when he shoved it down there, neither did i respond to the inner spikes in that tiny nub cage.

I remembered that i did at least moan when he turned me back and shoved that massive hollow plug up my butt, sober i might have screamed and lijekly not even be able to get that thing up there, but i was too far away and hence also not at all tensed anywhere.

I then kept just laying helpless there, thinking about te weird stuff on me, dickanbd butt, but missing ow he stuffed my mouth with aa huge silicone gag, how he pushed a shorter and an extremely long tube down my nose holes, how he then completely wrapped me head to toe into this black tape, leaving just the nose free at the end.

The time all that ook made that alcohol in my blood more effective and i started fading away even more, so even though he talked, i did not really listen or understand anymore:

'Now that you're in the right position, the base shape has been fully defined by the tape, time to get the fibercast on top of it all while embedding those three hooks in the right places.

There's the matching hooks in the ceiling just above my bed, just as well as the connecting tubes for flushing your bowels out, draining your bladder and even the feeding through your nose tube.

I'll be falling asleep every night looking up at this nice helpless hogtied former human, knowing how much it suffers, how much it wants out nd how little it cane do about it.

I just love those naive tourist boys, easy to get drunk enough to get them where i want. You probably dozed away by now, but when you wake up, it's going to be a hell of a hangover but a massive surprise of a totally different kind also.

So let me get you finished then, you're number 4 of the boys i keep as horny looking bondage decorations in my home, just 6 more to go...'

[iagopedrouzo]

[cottonwrapped]

[catataubear]

[athleticsupporter]

Billy was new to the ranch, fresh out of high school and a little too confident around the other ranch hands. To him, they were all “old men,” even though none of them were over forty.

One afternoon, Billy caught Buck changing after work. Wrinkling his nose, he pointed at Buck’s worn jockstrap and laughed. “Man, that thing’s disgusting,” he said. “Why don’t you wear boxer briefs like everyone else our age?”

Buck shot him a hard look. “Working men and athletes wear jockstraps,” he snapped. “And those stains come from actual labor, not sitting around trying to look pretty.” Then, with a smirk, he added, “Besides, kid, you couldn’t fill out the pouch of a real man’s jockstrap if you tried.”

The comment lit a fuse. Billy lunged at him, and the two started wrestling in the middle of the barn while the other ranch hands gathered to watch and cheer. Buck’s years of ranch work gave him the advantage fast.

it wasn't long before Buck had Billy's jeans down, pushed him over a hay bale, and was taking a belt to his bare ass. Schooling the young man in respect and hard work, Buck thrashed his ass while Billy cried and begged for him to stop. Buck smiled, pulled off his dirty jockstrap, and said only under one condition—before stuffing the filthy jockstrap into Billy's mouth—that he agree to wash his jockstrap daily with his big mouth. Billy shook his head yes, anything to stop the spanking. Now every day, Buck makes a point to use his jockstrap as a cum rag and barely shakes his dick after each piss, making it nice and ripe for its daily cleaning.

[iagopedrouzo]

[wedgie-stories]

Tyler had exactly two minutes of peace after the locker room door slammed shut behind him. He had just finished changing when the locker room pranksters struck. With a swift shove, they tossed him out into the hallway, laughing as they locked the door behind him.

Wearing nothing but his white Jockey briefs and a panicked expression, he pounded on the door. “Guys, come on! This isn’t funny!”

Muffled laughter echoed from the other side. Classic prank. The team’s favorite—tossing someone out in their underwear and locking the door. Tyler had hoped being new wouldn’t make him a target. He was wrong.

Then it happened.

BRRRRRRING!

The bell. The one that signaled the end of sixth period. The one that meant hundreds of students were about to flood the hallways.

Tyler froze. His eyes widened. “Oh no.”

He bolted.

With only seconds to spare, he dashed down the hall, bare feet squeaking against the linoleum as he ducked around a corner. He pressed himself against a wall, praying no one had seen him yet. The hallway remained eerily quiet… for now.

He peeked out, looking for an open door or a janitor’s closet—anything.

Then came the sound of voices. Deep, familiar ones.

Tyler turned and nearly ran straight into a group of senior guys. Tall. Loud. Confident. They stopped mid-conversation, staring at him in disbelief.

“Are you seriously out here in your tighty whities?” one of them said, squinting.

Tyler felt his face turn scarlet. He opened his mouth, then closed it. There was no explaining this.

Another senior smirked, crossing his arms. “Dude, you look like a kid who lost a bet. What’s next, a cape?”

Tyler backed up, his heart racing. “I—I got locked out.”

“Oh, we figured,” one of them replied with a laugh. “Who thought it was a good idea to send you out like that? You’re practically begging for a wedgie!”

“Seriously, man,” another senior chimed in, grinning. “Those are little kid undies! What are you, five years old? You might as well be wearing superhero pajamas!”

The group erupted in laughter, and Tyler tried to shield himself with his arms, but it was futile. The seniors stepped closer, their taunts continuing.

“Look at this nerd! Running around in his tighty whities like it’s totally normal,” one said, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “I bet you’ve got matching socks with cartoon characters on them too!”

Tyler felt his cheeks burn as the laughter surrounded him. He could barely think as they closed in on him, grabbing his arms and pulling him forward.

“Come on, let’s show everyone!” one of them shouted as they dragged him toward the exit.

“Wait, no! Guys, don’t!” Tyler protested, but their laughter drowned out his pleas.

They burst through the doors and headed straight for the flagpole. Tyler tried to wriggle free, but their grip was too strong.

“Up you go!” one of them said, hoisting him up by the waistband of his briefs.

Tyler’s cheeks burned hotter than ever as he dangled in the air, the crowd of students gathering below, pointing and laughing.

“Look, it’s our very own flagpole decoration!” another senior shouted, and the crowd erupted in laughter.

As the seniors stood back, leaving Tyler suspended there, he felt a mix of humiliation and disbelief. The laughter echoed around him, but all he could think about was how to get down.

“Come on, guys! This isn’t funny!” he shouted, but they just continued to laugh and take pictures.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, one of the seniors smirked. “Alright, we’ll leave you up there for a while. Enjoy the view, kid!”

And with that, they turned and walked away, leaving Tyler hanging there, the laughter of his classmates ringing in his ears.

He was mortified, but as he dangled, he realized he had unwittingly become part of a wild school story.

[actorsinunderwear]

Lochlyn Munro in Daddy Day Camp (2007)

[herewegoagain10132]

Cute guy wearing Hanes tighty whities under his swim trunks

[time-traveler-in-space]

[herewegoagain10132]

Guy takes a picture of his buddy on the scale in his tighty whities

[nerdwedgiesexposed]

20 years later and you’re still getting hung out to dry by your tighty whities on the playground 💀

[herewegoagain10132]

Navy boy waistbands. One Jockey and one the iconic gray waistband Hanes

[time-traveler-in-space]

[herewegoagain10132]

Another fine military man, obviously no actual sighting, but he thought it was important Facebook knew he had properly ironed his name onto his tighty whities