Run of the Mill Wedgie Fag

I am just a wedgie loving fool that is 25 and gay. Anything I post is NOT mine OR owned by me. If you are below the age of 18 turn away. I will never post anything of myself. Feel free to message me, I love talking to others about wedgie/underwear fetishes. I am willing to talk about literally anything. Calvin Klien Steel bands are my favourite underwear.

[dontloseyourpants]

Locker Room Payback from Andrew Christian

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fags literally crawl and beg to submit 😂😂 get on your knees, beta.

[tightywriter]

Rhett’s Punishment part 5

Rhett’s massive white ass felt cold as his cheeks hit the hallway floor. He panicked. Without even bothering to look up, he pulled his tighty whities up and over his jockstrap. He stood up and sprinted down the hallway towards his shorts. He struggled to get them up over his shoes but within seconds his shorts were buttoned and his secret was safe yet again. He frantically looked around the hallway and was relieved to find it was empty again. He couldn’t keep doing this. Eventually his luck would run out and he would be the laughing stock of the entire school. But for now, he still had a chance to prevent that from happening. He arrived to lunch about halfway through the period and sat down to eat with his friend Roy. Roy was a huge bookworm, so sometimes he sat down at a table by himself and was just content to read while he ate instead of making conversation. Rhett sat down across from him and said hello. Roy closed his thick book and put it aside. “Where have you been stranger?” Roy asked. “I’m already done eating.” “Well, Coach wanted to talk to me”, Rhett replied, hesitant to offer up any more details about his meeting. Without thinking about it, Rhett reached down and picked at his crotch. Roy immediately noticed and said “Boxer shorts riding up again? Mine do that too sometimes.” Rhett blushed and said “Not exactly.” What happened next, Rhett would never have predicted. Without missing a single beat Roy asked “Dude, are you wearing tighty whities?!” Rhett’s face went beet red again which gave him away. “Holy crap, you’re wearing tighty whities!” Roy said with a shit eating grin on his face. “Don’t worry man. Your secret’s safe with me. Seriously, I won’t tell anyone. So how have you been?” They continued their conversation until the bell rang and Rhett had to go to his afternoon classes. He regretted letting his guard down enough for someone to find out his secret, but if anyone had to know Rhett was glad it was Roy. He was a good friend, and loyal too. He had been there for Rhett in the past so Rhett knew he would keep quiet about it. Afternoon classes went along slowly, as Rhett could never get comfortable with the jockstrap and briefs both on. In 7th period History, Rhett sat behind Whitney and while they never talked much (something Rhett wished desperately to change)  simply being in such close proximity to her was enough to get Rhett worked up. One plus side of wearing tight underwear was that Rhett didn’t have to worry about having a super noticable boner. Typically, when Rhett got hard his boner would point straight out and curve a little bit to the left. In his new briefs, his boner got pushed up and was held firmly against his body. Strangely, Rhett found that this sensation felt…really good. However, the pleasure in his pants kept him from paying good attention in class. If Rhett wanted to avoid a third strike he needed to stay focused on his schoolwork. Classes ended for the day and as Rhett was heading to detention, he felt a hard smack on his right ass cheek. He turned around and was face to face with Jon, one of his least favorite people. “Damn Rhett! You’re looking thicker than usual today. If you keep packing on the pounds Kim Kardashian’s gonna have some competition. See you at practice bro!” Jon said as he walked away. Rhett’s face blushed. He had been so preoccupied with how good his erection felt that he had almost forgotten how big the jockstrap made his ass look and he hated that it had to be Jon of all people to remind him. He got some good studying done in detention and was finishing up at football practice before he knew it. He decided to shower with the team today, since he hated being sweaty for longer than he had to. As he was getting dressed again, he realized his dad would want to check his underwear again as soon as he got home. But he still couldn’t risk the rest of the team finding out about his tighty whities. Thankfully, he thought of a smart work around to this problem. He left his towel wrapped around his waist and reached into his locker so nobody could see. He put the briefs inside his shorts before he pulled them out and pulled his underwear and shorts up around his waist before removing his towel. “This is perfect!” Rhett thought. “Now I know how to change around the team without them figuring out my secret.” For the first time in the past few days, Rhett felt like he had some control over his situation. He pulled on his shirt and his shoes and drove home listening to some of his favorite music. 

When he got home, he was immediately greeted by Mike, demanding he drop his shorts. Rhett did as he was told, and displayed his bright white underwear to his dad. “No compression shorts! Good boy.” Mike said. “Coach and I talked about the entire situation you’re going through now. We’ve decided that along with your underwear drawer changing, the underwear you wear at football practice will change too. That is, if you get a third strike this week. It’s only Tuesday after all. Oh, go ahead and give me that jockstrap by the way. I’ll wash it for you tonite. Coach is ordering some more that you can pick up tomorrow.” Rhett started to pull his shorts up when Mike said “Hold it, kid. Since you clearly showered at practice you should get a head start on studying. To help you out, I’m setting some new rules for your study time. From now on you can do your homework at the kitchen table, dressed neatly in your new underwear.” Once again, Rhett’s heart sank and he shamefully stepped out of his shoes and shorts. His dad had found yet another way to make him feel humiliated. If he kept up at this rate, Rhett would never be able to feel good about himself again. He was heading to the kitchen table with his backpack when his dad stopped him again. “Only, in your new underwear.” Mike commanded. Rhett’s face blushed red as he peeled off his sweatshirt and shirt, revealing his hairless chest. Rhett was a big guy, and had some leg and pubic hair. However, he seemed to be incapable of growing hair anywhere else on his body. This was another thing he felt insecure about and was sure his dad would eventually bring up. Rhett got settled in at the kitchen table in his white briefs and began studying. About thirty minutes passed, and Rhett’s humiliation was starting to sink in. But he couldn’t have predicted what his dad would say next. 

“Hey sport.” Mike said to his son. “Coach is coming over to watch the big game. You’ll still be studying of course.”

[tightywriter]

Rhett’s Punishment part 4

Rhett was in the hallway when Whitney, his crush, came up behind him and whispered in his ear “meet me under the stairs in five minutes”, and walked off. Suddenly, Rhett was under the stairs with Whitney on her knees in front of him. She was wearing a cute black bra that was pushing her perky tits together. He immediately got hard as she started to unbuckle his belt. She quickly undid his jeans and pulled them to his ankles. Suddenly, she started laughing hysterically. “Look everyone! Rhett wears TIGHTY WHITIES!!”  She yelled. Suddenly, everyone at the school who Rhett knew appeared behind Whitney, creating a symphony of laughter. Rhett saw Coach and heard him call his underwear “little leaguers” again. Rhett saw Jon and heard him say “Boys, who thinks he should go up the flag pole?” Next, Rhett saw Mr. Harrelson, a teacher Rhett looked up to and wanted to earn his respect. Mr. Harrelson was just shaking his head, looking at Rhett shamefully. Then the only thing he could see was his dad, with a big sadistic grin.

Rhett awoke from one nightmare into another as his dad ripped his covers off his white brief’ed body. “Dad!” Rhett yelled, embarrassed. “Get up!’ Mike yelled. “Your ass is late for school!” Rhett looked at the clock on his bedside table. 7:50. Rhett had ten minutes to get to school. Quickly he jumped up and headed for the bathroom. Before he could get to the door, Mike grabbed Rhett’s waistband and pulled back. Then, like last time Mike stepped on Rhett’s calf driving him to his knees. Again, this made Rhett’s wedgie immediately worse as his briefs shot into his asshole. “That’s gonna be my signature move from now on!” Mike laughed. “By the way I changed your clock. it’s actually 6:30. I just thought you could use some help getting up. Interesting to learn you like these little league-ers enough to sleep in them. I’ll pick you up some more while I’m out today. Since you like them so much.” Mike gave Rhett’s bubble butt a nice smack and headed out the door. Rhett lied on the floor soaking in the humiliation. He slowly picked his tender wedgie and threw on some shorts. It was going to be another long day.

After a quick shower Rhett got dressed in some khaki shorts, a blue sweatshirt and some tennis shoes. He buckled his belt and after a quick underwear check with his dad he headed out the door. His morning classes went by as usual, but Rhett was still acutely aware of his tight underwear. He thought it would get better by now but he still couldn’t get comfortable in them. As Rhett was heading to lunch, Coach pulled him into his office again. Coach sat behind his desk and said “Alright Rhett. Just keeping you honest. Drop your shorts.” Rhett sighed and his cheeks flushed red. He couldn’t risk another strike with his dad so he obeyed. Coach roared in laughter, and said “I’m still not over this. Mike really did it this time. Tighty whities…well, I’ve got some news for you Rhett. Your dad’s asked me to supply you with an alternative to your compression shorts. Now personally, I tried to get Mike to let me keep you in your little league-ers for practice. He said he was saving that punishment for later. For now, you’re gonna wear this.” Coach opened his desk drawer and brought something out of it. It was a white jockstrap. Rhett immediately felt self conscious. He had a big butt, and like his small dick he felt very embarrassed by it. Wearing a jockstrap would make it even more noticeable. “Now, get those little leaguers off and try it on.” Coach said. “We need to make sure it fits that gargantuan backside of yours.” Rhett’s face turned beet red as he peeled off his white underwear. He got the jockstrap up to his thighs and struggled to get the thick band over his backside. The two straps that ran underneath his ass were tighter than Rhett expected, and they lifted Rhett’s ass up just a little bit, so his cheeks spilled out the back of the jockstrap. “Holy shit” Coach said. “You’ve always had a dumptruck but that jockstrap makes it look absolutely massive!” Coach laughed. “You know what, go ahead and keep that on for the rest of the day. Under your little leaguers of course.” Rhett’s heart sank. Not only was the jockstrap incredibly uncomfortable but this meant even more jokes would be made about his ass. Rhett was still trying to get his briefs back up when Coach stood up. “You’re taking too long and I’ve got work to do.”He approached Rhett and pushed him back into the hallway, with his briefs around his knees. Graciously, Coach tossed Rhett’s shorts into the hallway with him. Just in the other direction. 

[tightywriter]

Rhett’s Punishment part 3

Rhett’s Punishment part 3

Rhett stumbled backwards and tripped over the jeans that were still around his ankles. He hit the hallway with a hard thud and scrambled to get his pants back up. Thankfully, coach’s office was nowhere near the cafeteria, so the hallway was completely empty. After what seemed like ages, Rhett finally got his pants up and buckled around his waist. This was really not good. Not only was his dad forcing him into tighty whities but his coach was in on it too. Coach’s nickname calling his underwear “little leaguers” struck too close to home, because Rhett WAS in little league the last time he wore white briefs. His face grew red again as he headed back to the cafeteria. As he sat down with the other players, they were curious to know why coach wanted him. Immediately, Jon the wide receiver interjected asking “Did he wanna know how you fucked up that tackle so bad?!” And the whole team erupted in laughter. Because it was far less embarrassing than the real reason coach wanted to talk to him, rhett said yes, he wanted to talk to him about the play. The laughter subsided, but Rhett couldn’t help but feel frustrated that Jon had made that joke. Jon had always been a huge dick to Rhett, and if Rhett could keep anyone in the world from knowing about his briefs it was Jon. The rest of the school day went by slowly, as Rhett anticipated getting to take off his tight briefs. Eventually, the school day ended and Rhett got to his first day of detention. Thankfully, it was with one of his favorite teachers, Mr. Harrelson. Rhett decided that if his grades could count as “strikes” his dad held against him then he needed to use this week of detention to get ahead in his school work. An hour passed and Rhett headed down to the football field feeling satisfied with the studying he had done. Since detention made him an hour late, Rhett didn’t have to change in front of the football team yet. He got dressed in his gear, and was relieved to finally peel off his humiliating briefs. He changed into compression shorts and for the next hour he got to lose himself in what he loved most-football. For once on this shitty day he got to forget about his problems and spend time with his friends. Practice ended right on time and Rhett decided not to shower in the locker room with the other guys and headed home to shower there. He had just shut the front door when he heard his dad say “drop ‘em”. “Dad, I’m still in my compression shorts from practice” Rhett responded. “Don’t care. Drop ‘em.” Rhett groaned and pulled his shorts down to his ankles, revealing a tight black pair of compression shorts. “Rhett, normally this would count as a strike. But this one’s on me. Seems I forgot to account for what you’d be wearing during football practice. I’ll have coach stock your locker with the proper attire tomorrow. But no more compression shorts. For now, get showered and changed so you can do your homework.” Rhett pulled his shorts up and went upstairs. He stripped out of his sweaty football gear and wrapped a towel around his waist as he headed to the bathroom. He took a long, hot shower and got dressed in another grey tank top, some basketball shorts and (reluctantly) another pair of white briefs. He headed back downstairs to start on his homework. His dad made him drop his shorts again to keep honest but before long he was making progress on his studies. At dinnertime, Mike made several humiliating comments to Rhett, such as:

“Talk to any girls today? Of course you didn’t. Just a reminder: no girl wants to fuck a dude who wears tighty whities.”

“How’d it feel standing pantsless in front of coach? Yeah we talked about it. He told me he pushed you into the hallway. Oh, it was empty? That’s too bad.”

“What did your friends think? Oh they don’t know yet? We’ll have to change that.”

Eventually they finished their supper and Rhett got ready for bed. Normally he slept in his boxers, but he guessed the briefs would have to do. Right after he crawled under the covers his dad came in unannounced. “So. Two strikes already.” He said. “I just wanted to remind you that if you fuck up even one more time this week, that underwear drawer is gonna change on Monday morning. And something tells me you aren’t gonna like it very much.” Mike went over and pulled open Rhett’s underwear drawer and chuckled to himself as he looked inside. “You’ve still got 10 pairs of size large white briefs. To keep you honest I’ll be doing all the laundry from now on, on Sunday afternoons. So on Monday mornings, you’ll find out what underwear you have for the week. It’ll be your job to make them last.” Mike said. “Well, I’ve kept you awake long enough. Good night little league!” Mike left the room, shutting the door behind him. Rhett”s cheeks blushed red. He had a feeling he was going to hear that humiliating nickname a lot more before this was over. If it ever was.

[brief101]

[tightywriter]

Rhett’s Punishment part 2

Monday morning had finally arrived, and the soreness from Rhett’s brutal wedgie had finally started to go down. He got up on time, showered and started to get dressed. Rhett thought he had his dad beat. All weekend he had just not worn underwear. If his dad was going to play dirty, so was he. He pulled on a grey tank top, a blue sweatshirt and some jeans with a thick brown belt. After tying his shoe laces, he headed downstairs. He was just about to open the front door when he heard his dad’s voice booming from behind him. “Hold it.” Rhett stopped dead in his tracks. “Turn around and drop your pants, son.”, Mike commanded. “Come on, dad i’m gonna be late for class again!”, Rhett protested. “You better hope not, boy. Otherwise things will get a lot worse for you. Sooner you drop your jeans, the sooner you can leave.” Rhett sighed. He knew what this would mean. He reluctantly dropped his pants while covering his privates, revealing his lack of underwear. “That’s what I thought you’d try.” Mike said, disappointed in his son. “Leave your pants down here and go put on some of your new underwear. You can have your pants back when you come down properly dressed. And keep yourself covered when you go upstairs, nobody needs to see the shrimp you keep between your legs.” Rhett’s face blushed red as he started up the stairs. He had a shockingly small dick, and was extremely sensitive about it. He got up to his room and quickly pulled open his underwear drawer. Reluctantly, he pulled a pair of briefs up and around his ass, and tucked his privates gently into the pouch. Now he really felt humiliated, as he walked back downstairs. “Good boy.” Mike said. “Now get your jeans back on. This little stunt is gonna be considered one strike. Get to school late, that’s strike 2. Seeing as class starts in 10 minutes, you’d better get a move on. If you get three strikes by the end of the week, your underwear drawer will become even more humiliating.” Rhett could only imagine the devious plans his dad might have for him, but he couldn’t think about that now. He got dressed and headed to school.

Turns out, his “stunt” really did cost him. Rhett was late for class again. This meant strike two, and he would have to go to an hour of detention each day this week, instead of just 30 minutes. This created even more problems for Rhett, as he would be missing a significant amount of football practice and he knew coach wouldn’t be happy. As he got seated for his first class, Rhett’s phone buzzed. It was a text from his dad that read “Got a call from the principal about your tardiness. That’s strike 2. You’re on thin ice buddy, one more strike and you’ll be begging me for the privilege of getting to wear white briefs, instead of what’s next. Speaking of white briefs…how do those undies feel?😂 Failure to answer text messages will be considered another strike.” Rhett felt humiliated all over again, and he typed his response. “They’re really uncomfortable. I feel humiliated.” His dad texted back. “Good.”

The rest of Rhett’s Monday went along as expected. However, the briefs made his day significantly less comfortable. Rhett was used to the freedom boxer shorts provided so having to wear tighty whities was a big change. He kept having to adjust his dick to try and get comfortable. He never did. Plus, they rode up his large bubble butt giving him constant small wedgies. Because of this, Rhett never forgot how humiliated he was all day. Having to wear tighty whities for the first time in over ten years made him feel like a little kid again. At lunch time, Rhett felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Coach standing behind him. “Come with me.” Coach said. Rhett got up and followed him into his office. Coach sat down behind his desk as Rhett closed the door behind him. “Alright Rhett, i’ve been in conversation with your father about your behavior. Drop your fuckin’ pants.”

Rhett was shocked, as he felt his humiliation deepen. Slowly, he unbuckled his jeans and let them drop to his ankles. As soon as his underwear was visible Coach erupted into a roar of hysterical laughter, and a Camera flash came from his desk. “BAHAHA! He’s got you in TIGHTY FUCKING WHITIES!! Coach yelled. Rhett desperately tried to pull his sweatshirt down to cover his humiliating white underwear. Coach took his camera from his desk and slid it into his desk drawer. “That son of a BITCH! I thought he was joking. He’s actually got the school’s biggest football player in the same underpants he wore in little league!” Coach continued. “Alright Rhett, listen.” He calmed down. “Your bullshit tackle cost us the game on Friday and i’m not a big fan of that. As a result, i’m compelled to find a way to prevent it from happening again. So. Miss a game-breaking tackle again? That picture of you wearing your dorky toddler underwear is going in every single locker on campus. Even the ones that aren’t used anymore. That way, not only will everyone at this school will see it, but so will students generations from now. You and your little leaguers are gonna be laughed about for years to come.” He stood up, and approached the still pantsless Rhett. “So start fuckin playing better.” Coach said. In one swift motion, he opened the door and pushed rhett back into the hallway

[time-traveler-in-space]

[tightywriter]

Rhett’s Punishment part 1

What would become the worst day of Rhett’s life started off rather ordinary. He woke up early for school, brushed his teeth and got dressed. Rhett was a linebacker for the school’s football team and he dressed the part. It was gameday, which meant Rhett wore his football jersey and some blue jeans. Underneath, Rhett wore a pair of plaid boxers. He combed his hair and was out the door. He got to school in plenty of time, but Rhett spent a little too much time flirting with one of the girls in the hallway and he was late for class. As a result, Rhett got detention for the whole next week. Then, in third period Rhett had a chemistry exam he had forgotten about. Since it was a scannable exam, his failing grade would be posted and shown to his parents by the end of the day. As if Rhett didn’t already have on his plate, later that day he missed a tackle that would have won them the game. Because of all this, Rhett came home to an incredibly angry father. Mike was a strict, no bullshit type of man. He was the town’s most notorious cop, because he gave out the most speeding tickets. When Rhett walked inside the house, Mike was seated at the kitchen table with a red face and a Walmart bag in his lap. “Have a seat, son”, Mike commanded. As if his body was moving on its own, Rhett sat. “A week’s worth detention, a failed test and failure to support your team. I suspect this is connected to all those girls you like to spend time with, instead of investing in yourself and becoming a man. Well, if you don’t want to grow up and be a man, then there are going to be some changes around here.” Rhett swallowed. “From now on, I’m going to take a more active role in how you view yourself.” Mike said. “If you wanna act like a kid, you’re gonna dress like a kid.” He stood up and tossed rhett the walmart bag. Inside, rhett found two 6 packs of large Fruit of the Loom white briefs. He was mortified and his cheeks began to shine red. He dropped the briefs on the floor and quickly walked to his room, where he found his underwear drawer slid out, and completely empty. Mike appeared in the doorway, briefs in tow. “Don’t worry about keeping your underwear drawer stocked. Every monday morning, based on your behavior for the week, i will stock your underwear drawer. So, if you start acting like a man you’ll get to dress like a man. But for now, we’re trading those boxers for tighty whities.” Mike began opening the briefs and taking them out of the packaging. He took time to carefully fold Rhett’s humiliating new underwear, to prolong his experience. As he was working through the second package of white briefs, Mike held a pair up in front of Rhett’s pelvis and looked him up and down. “Just trying to get a mental picture of what you’re going to look like in the locker room from now on. Good luck man!” Mike laughed as a wave of humiliation washed over Rhett. He hadn’t even though of how he would have to change with the football team. There wasn’t a single guy on the team who didn’t wear boxers. Well…until now. Finally, Rhett’s underwear drawer was neatly stocked with 12 sparkling white pairs of fruit of the loom briefs. Mike started to leave the room when he stopped suddenly. “Oh…one more thing.” He said walking behind Rhett. “I just want to show you what we used to do to boys who failed to properly switch to boxers.” He said wrapping his hands around the waistband of Rhett’s boxer shorts. “Wait, dad don-“ Rhett started. But he was interrupted by his dad yanking his boxer shorts up to his shoulder blades. Mike stepped on Rhett’s calf, forcing him to drop to his knees, making the wedgie infinitely worse. With one more strong tug from Mike, Rhett’s last pair of boxer shorts were ripped clean off of him. “I think i’ll keep these as a trophy”Mike said. “Have fun with your new whitie tighties Rhett. And just remember, things can still get worse.” Mike shut the door on the way out, leaving Rhett cradling his ass, dreading Monday morning when his humiliation would really begin.

[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…

[wtstories]

Story- Being Manhandled by Davis

I read it somewhere else and now it’s all I can think about, but I love the idea of consensually trying to fight with your partner and they very quickly remind you why you’re the bottom in the dynamic.

What could this look like for me? I am not built super strong, but I’m not necessarily a bear, I’m a bit more average looking. In this scenario, I could imagine my partner, we will call him Davis, being bigger than me in multiple ways. Larger size, larger muscles, larger pecs, white but tan, just gorgeous with their shirt off and their muscles defined, like a strong twink or a large jock that’s into me.

Now in this scenario, I could daydream that we are both shirtless, wrestling and arguing playfully that I could beat him in a fight. Davis could let me pretend for a few seconds, and then put me in my place. I could see them straddling me, pinning my wrists to the bed next to my head, and sitting their whole body in my lap, making me unable to move, until I say “I give up!”

Now, if it’s a jock, Davis definitely knows that I’m into a bully and nerd fantasy and I have now given him the perfect approach. With my shirt off, I can only imagine that all of the movement has caused my underwear’s waistband to begin to be on display for him. From my dresser, the sexiest underwear that I have is a pair of Calvin Klein red briefs, with the bold waistband so of course, that’s the pair I’m wearing now.

I can see Davis putting both of my hands together and pinning them with his left hand above my head, then grabbing the middle of my brief’s waistband with his right hand and yanking upward, making me quiver and wriggle in pain and pleasure, with a mix of painful groans and pleasant moans, begging for him to continue. I can imagine Davis pulling my briefs up until the legholes begin to show out of my pants, and my cock is proudly on display in front of my glorious partner. It would only be then that he lets go of my briefs, and while I am still dazed from this Melvin, that he grabs my shoulders and flips me over, then flips himself so his knees are on my back and his ass is sitting on my head.

To keep the fantasy going, I would pretend to beg to make him stop. “Please, these are my favorite pair.” And Davis would lean close to my ear and whisper: “It’s Daddy’s favorite pair too and Daddy wants to see more of them.” He would then take the back of my waistband of my briefs and yank towards him, shifting the front of my briefs around my cock to be forced down and yanked up the other end and fueling the fire being given to my asshole. He would yank, stretch, and repeatedly pull to cause my briefs to go higher and higher up my back, causing my red briefs to shriek and pop up my back as he pulls them towards him. As he is also my partner, I could see Davis pulling my pants down and smacking my ass for additional pain and humiliation of what is happening in the fantasy.

Now, if Davis was truly merciless, he and I both know that I’m not going anywhere and love the feeling. I could see Davis pulling my pants down to my ankles, then taking his feet and pressing them into my shoulders, then taking my briefs with both hands and leaning back as hard and rough as possible, with both of us having the goal of these briefs going over my head. At this point, I would moan, punching my fists into the bed, and cry for more, asking him to get them atomic for the both of us. With his large, meaty hands, it’s really no match for him. He could take them atomic with really one hard pull, but the point is to make it take longer to cause me more pain, but to also extend the experience and truly stretch my fabric to where it belongs, either over my head or hanging on a hook.

To be honest though, I think the best way for Davis to have his fun would be to then grab me and flip me over again. Then, he would take my briefs from the front, as they are all stretched now, then take 2 seconds to quickly yank and heave them up the front of my body, both chest and face, as he watches me pant from this torment. He’d snap my briefs to the back of my head and have me completely blinded by my undies with Calvin Klein being “boldly” appearing on my head.

As a finishing move, I could definitely see Davis flipping me a final time, moving the back of my briefs to below my legs while keeping the wedgie in, then dropping his pants and his black boxer briefs, because, obviously, and shoving his large, glistening cock into my asshole. He could then take his meaty hand and place one on my hip and the other on my cock, and proceed to work me through my ass, and jerk my cock, knowing that every time he thrusts, it only makes my cock bounce with his jerking hand, which only makes the briefs tighter around my body. After just a few thrusts, he could feel me cum all over his hand and my undies, knowing that every spurt sends a surge of pain around me, and he could exit me knowing that he’s a good partner as he completely destroyed me in wrestling and ruining a perfectly good pair of underwear for him.

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