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Wedgie Time at The Gym

Friday's were a good day for me as they are most people. Why were they normally good for me? Well my Fridays always started at 5:30am I'd go to the gym, I'd go the gym, work a shorter shift at work, and then going out to the bar with friends to shamelessly hit oh hot older men who's wives didn't know they were at a gay bar. I'd pull one every once in a while. I give him the best orgasim of his life and then send him back to his wife in shame.

This Friday was different, though. I slept through my alarm and was late to work. I shot out of bed. Put on whatever clothes were on the floor and ran out the door. I got to work and saw a text from my mates that they all had to cancel at the last minute. I am a little relieved that I didn't need to rush after work to get ready for the evening. I figured I might as well go to the gym after work instead. So after work, that's exactly what I did. I'd never been to the gym on a Friday evening. I walk in past the cardio floor and make my way to the locker room. It was a ghost town no one in site except for one older gentleman seeming to be in his mid to late 50s. I paid him no mind as I got into my gym clothes and headed to the weights. I had a greeaat workout. I had been so in the zone that I didn't notice the same man from the locker room was working out near me. I thought it was a little strange considering the emptiness of the gym. I went back to the locker room, stripped down to my briefs, wrapped a towel around my waist, and headed to the steam room. A few minutes go by, and guess who decides to also take seem the man from before. He's got salt and pepper hair on his head chest and face maybe 6 foot at least. He looked like the kind of older man I'd pick up while out at the bars. Not completely ripped, wide body with a bit of a gut, and an ass the won't quit. He sat on the bench just below where I was sitting. His loosened his towel just a bit. I look down and see a bit of hairy ass crack pocking out. Just below it was the waistband of a pair of Goodfellow underwear. I wanted to see what else was underneath, but as my hand started to move toward his underwear. Before I really registered what was I was doing, I heard a deep "hoop" come from the man. I realized I had a handful of his briefs.

I let go, "I'm so sorry, mate. I don't know why I did that." He stopped me and turned chuckling a little and said, "I haven't been wedgied like that since I was in school." I smiled, released. Looked and noticed a small tent pitched in the front of briefs. "That turn you on?" I say smiling wider. "Well... uhh..." with a tone defense in his voice. I pulled my towel open to reveal the growing bulge in my underwear. He looked down and smiled. "Looks like you also enjoyed it. Dominating an older man turns you on?" He said. "It looks like it." I said.

He looks at me and touches my thigh. I look at him and ask "Does daddy need more cotton up is ass?"

He nodded slightly, turning to knees and putting his head in my croch, rubbing his face into my covered penis and ball's Igrabbedb the back of his underwear again and started to pull. While I pulled, he used his teeth to free my throbbing dick from the briefs that concealed it. He we both moaned whole he slurped and I pulled. I let one last moan and twitch with an explosion of cum down his throat and he shivered as he filled the front if his briefs with his cum. He kisses me on the mouth adjusts his towel and mine. Just as he sits down an employee of gym opens the steam room door to let us know the gym was closing. We start to leave his underwear hanging out the back of his towel and adrenaline pumping. We made it back to the locker room and put our street clothes back on. I get to my car and open my bag to make sure my headphones were there. That's when I found a not with a phone number on. I sent a text stating who I was. Not even a 10 seconds later his response containing an address and 😘 emoji. I put into my maps I put my car in first gear. As I drive I think about all things I'm gonna do to this man. I start to feel the front of my pants get tight again.

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“You remember the plan, right?”

“Of course bro. As soon as we get back to the locker room, you’re gonna sneak up behind that loser and give him the wedgie of his life.”

“Right, and once I have him dangling by his briefs, I’ll kick his legs out from under him to get him on his knees.”

“That’s when I’ll lower my singlet, spread my cheeks apart, and back my ass right up into his face”.

“That’ll teach that fuckin nerd!”

“His face is gonna smell like ass for weeks bro!”

“Hahaha he won’t even notice the stench while I’m tearing his ass apart with his tighty fuckin whities… well, maybe he’ll notice the stench a little… your ass reeks dude.”

“Serves the little tighty whitey nerd right.”

“Fuckin loser.”

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[anotherwedgiepage]

Somehow, Dan managed to survive high school relatively unscathed despite his embarrassing choice in underwear. Little did he know that his lack of bullying would set him up for the ultimate humiliation when he started college. His three roommates were the typical bros. They’d hang around the apartment in nothing but their boxer shorts, drinking cheap beer, and getting riled up over their sexual conquests with the girls on campus. It didn’t take long before they realized what a dork Dan was. He’d seclude himself in his room to study most nights and always managed to keep his undies out of sight. That is until one night, when Dan was brushing his teeth, his roommate Collin discovered his white secret. “Sup Dan?” Collin said as he meandered around him to take a piss. “Not much man, just a long day of classes”. The two didn’t say much else while Collin finished up. Dan bent over the sink to spit out the toothpaste and that’s when Collin noticed Dan’s white waistband sticking out. He reached over and grabbed the waistband with one hand, pulling it back slightly. “No way dude, are you seriously wearing tighty whities?” Dan was a little shocked but didn’t think much of it, he tried to play it off cool. “Oh uhh yeah dude, only because it’s laundry day though.” “Laundry day, huh? Hey Finn, get in here!” Finn entered the doorway to the bathroom. “What’s up Collin? Oh hey, are those tighty whities??? What a dork! Haha” “No dude, it’s just laundry day, Danny boy here swears by it!” “Is that so? You know, when I was in high school, I had quite the reputation for giving out wedgies. Anytime I’d wedgie a loser he’d insist it was ‘laundry day’, but there’s only one way to find out for sure…” Finn slinked away and headed into Dan’s room while Collin maintained his grip on Dan’s underwear. Not even a full minute later, Finn reappeared in the doorway holding at least a dozen pairs of white briefs in his hands. “Laundry day, huh?” He said mockingly. Dan’s heart sank, he didn’t even have words to respond, he just hung his head in shame. Collin moved directly behind Dan now, latching both is his hands on Dan’s waistband. “Looks like Danny boy here is a little tighty whitey wearing liar. You know what happens to lying losers, Dan? They get wedgies!” Dan’s face was bright red now, he was speechless and helpless, all he could do was look in the mirror at his embarrassing predicament. He could see the glee in Collin’s eyes, but nothing would prepare him for what he was about to endure. “It’s wedgie time!” Collin shouted as he yanked Dan’s briefs sky high. Within an instant he was forced up on his toes as the white cotton split his butt cheeks and invaded his crack. His balls and dick were crushed and pulled backwards into a tight wad of fabric. He instinctively grabbed his balls, hoping to gain some relief, but that’s when Finn stepped in and held his wrists against the bathroom sink. “No way man, you’re gonna take this wedgie!” “It’s what you get for wearing tighty fuckin whities!” Collin added as he bounced Dan like a yo-yo by his briefs. Up and down, up and down, Dan’s ass was on fire, and his tormentors laughed their asses off which just egged them on further. “Finn I bet we could hang this dork, what do you think?” “Oh yeah, he’s due for a hanging wedgie. Let’s get him!” “NO GUYS! Wait! Please! I’LL DO ANYTHING!” Dan was begging and screaming at this point, which only encouraged Collin and Finn. “Dude get on the other side of the door, I’ll hoist him up and you grab his waistband from there!” Collin managed to lift Dan up against the door, while Finn grabbed his waistband and pulled it over the top, latching it on the hook that faced out into the hallway. Dan was mortified. He looked up and met Collins eyes, “please dude… I can’t take anymore, my ass is killing me…” “Sorry bro, but if you wear tighty whities around us, you’re going to get wedgied. That’s just how it is. Now hang tight, we’ll be back tomorrow morning to check in on you, dork.” With that, Collin released his grip on Dan and dropped him into the wedgie. “Later loser! Haha”

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That smirk tells me he used to dish out the worst wedgies imaginable to anyone who dared wearing tighty whities back in high school. Now years later in his 30s, he’s trying briefs again for the added support and realizes how comfy they are. He can’t help but smile as the memories coming flooding back…

The time he pantsed Kyle before hoisting him in the air in front of the cheerleaders…

The time he dragged Matt by his briefs to the bathroom and flushed his head in the toilet…

The time he sat bare ass on Derek’s face while giving him a Melvin in the locker room…

And who could forget the ultimate atomic wedgie he gave Brad that went under his chin without ripping his undies…

All for the mistake of wearing tighty whities. Oh yeah, those were the good old days. Now he gets to enjoy the comforting embrace of those tight little briefs without worrying about anyone yanking on them. Or so he thought, until this picture started making the rounds online. Now he’s labeled a tighty whitey boy at the gym and can’t get through a workout session without the guys seeing how much cotton they can ram up his butt. Hopefully no one at the school reunion will see any of the photos online or he might get the full bully treatment from his former victims. Enjoy the new undies while you can, dork!

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Josh’s wedgie Tales Part 1: So this is what being a tighty whitie nerd is really like.

It was a Friday night and with the work week finally over Josh was ready to live up the weekend. He hadn’t realized until graduating from college just how hard it could be mustering up the energy to get through a 40 hour work week. His parents had always made it seem so natural and effortless when he was younger. There was one place he knew he could go in order to blow off some steam from the work week in a few different ways and that was Rumors, a gay bar he liked to frequent. 

After showing his ID to the bouncer for likely the 100th time despite being a regular, Josh made his way over to the bar. There must be something in his face that made him look too young to be there, almost  boyish, which the bartender all but confirmed as he asked to see the young man’s ID again before serving up any drinks. By the time the second drink came Josh had already scanned most of the club searching for someone who struck his fancy without much luck. He was beginning to think tonight might be a bust when a handsome stranger sat down next to him.

“One rum and coke” the stranger said to the barkeeper who got started on the drink without even carding him. Josh couldn’t help but stare as he thought of what he could possibly say to get this man’s attention. His eyes wandered from his face, down his chest, down to his waistband, wondering what kind of underwear this handsome man was wearing. A snap helped Josh break from his trance as he looked up to the pair of fingers that had made the sound and the man who was now grinning at him. “See something interesting down there?”

“Sorry,” Josh apologized blushing after being caught. 

“It’s okay, and they’re boxer briefs if you really need to know” the man said snapping his waistband a bit for effect. “Have a bit of a fetish, do you?” 

Josh blushed even deeper upon being called out so casually. 

“I guess I can take that as a yes. The name is Chris, by the way. And you are?”

“Uh… Josh,” he replied sticking out a shaking hand to greet the man. 

Chris chuckled “What a dork” he said before reciprocating the offer and shaking Josh’s hand. “And what is it you do for a living, Josh?”

“I’m a librarian.” he replied. 

Chris joked up part of his drink. “Seriously?” 

Josh nodded. “Why is that funny?”

“Well, it’s just. I was kind of teasing calling you a dork, but that kind of helps confirm it, which I really wasn’t expecting. I mean you work with books for a living and likely have to dress and act real proper. It just paints a real nerdy picture.” 

Josh blushed once more. He knew he was a nerdy guy, but it felt different to be called out on it, especially by such a handsome stranger. One who didn’t even have a full picture of his live at that, which would surely help cement his status as a nerd in this man’s eyes. “Maybe a little. And what is it you do exactly, that’s so macho?” he teased back, hoping to keep up so he could stop stumbling like a buffoon in front of this hot guy. 

“I work in construction actually, so yeah I’d say that’s pretty macho.” 

“Oh, fuck me,” Josh sighed in defeat. “You really do make me look like a huge nerd.” 

“Well if you insist,” Chris said, chugging his drink. Josh stared at him not understanding what he was referring to. “I mean I will fuck you, if you insist.” Josh’s eyes went wide. Nothing about this conversation seemed to be going right, but somehow this hot guy still wanted him and Josh was really getting turned on. “Follow me.” Chris lead Josh into the bathroom. He checked each stall to make sure no one was there before grabbing a chair from the table outside the bathroom and propping it up to block the handle. Chris was bold and that only seemed to make Josh’s erection even tighter as it rubbed up against the fabric of his underwear and pushed to escape his shorts. 

“Well someone’s eager.” Chris said. He shimmied up to the horny dork and unbuttoned his shorts. He kissed him with vigor as he unzipped his pants letting them fall down around his ankles. Josh went in for another kiss stopped when he felt Chris hand wrap around the waistband of his underwear. “No wonder you wanted to know what underwear I was wearing. You really are a nerd, aren’t you tighty whitie boy?” 

Josh erection grew a bit more and pushed his briefs out to show it off to the dominant man before him. No guy had ever really pegged him so perfectly before, or at least no guy cared that he was nerdy or wore briefs until now, but he had always wanted them to. 

“And it seems you’re a tighty whitie boy who knows what he is too,” Chris said rubbing his hand along the outline of Josh’s erection that tented his briefs. “Do you know what all tighty whitie boys deserve?” 

“A wedgie” Josh whispered knowing for certain that he was giving the correct answer. 

“That’s right” Chris replied before yanking Josh’s tighty whities up his back. The wedgie stung, but also felt wonderful and Josh couldn’t help but moan, never having experienced another guy pull his briefs up his ass other than himself. It was entirely different when he didn’t have any of the control. Chris stuck his other hand on the hiked waistband and pulled harder and higher as he kissed the neck of his victim. He got the waistband up to Josh’s upper back before it just wouldn’t travel any further, so he grabbed the exposed leg holes and began to pull those instead. 

Josh groaned and grabbed Chris ass, wanting to hold on to something and satisfy his own need to do something lusty despite being at Chris’ mercy. With every yank on the leg holes Josh’s feet were lifted off the ground. He was jostled up continuously which only added to his horny state. Josh’s breathing became heavy around the 3rd time he was bounced. “You have to stop, or else I’m gonna…UUUUMMMM” he moaned not finishing the thought as he shot his load into the front of his briefs as well as onto Chris pants, with the way his erection was already tenting the briefs out. 

“Looks like you had your fun, but we’re not done yet.” Chris let go of Josh’s stretched out briefs and let him completely touch the ground. He pushed him down further though onto his knees as he dropped his own shorts revealing a nice erection tenting up against his green boxer briefs. Chris shucked those down too and stuck his erection towards Josh’s face who quickly gobbled it down and got to work. Chris grabbed at Josh’s stretched out waistband and began to pull it tight and then loosen the slack in order to control the blow job without ever touching the tighty whitie boy’s head. 

The wedgie was feeling more painful now that Josh had already achieved orgasm, but he didn’t stop. He lapped his tongue around the shaft as it worked its way in and out of his head hoping the added stimulation would help Chris get off. After a couple minutes Chris was finally reaching his climax. “Here it comes” he said. He pulled out and aimed his cock at Josh’s partially brief covered ass, soaking the briefs with more cum to match the front and dripping a bit down the boy’s legs and into his shorts around his ankles as well.

Josh stood up and went to pick the wedgie invading his ass when Chris hands stopped him. “Leave it in until you get home, tighty whitie boy, so that anyone whose looking closely enough can see you for what you are an know you’ve already been put in your place tonight”

“Yes sir,” Josh replied pulling up his shorts. 

“And why don’t you give me your number so we can play again sometime?” Chris held out his phone and Josh grabbed it.

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Jacob spent the entirety of his Sunday morning picking out his outfit for church. Spencer was going to be there, and he wanted to look his best. Of course, Spencer didn’t know how Jacob felt about him, but that was probably for the best. Jacob didn’t get the feeling that his friend would be too understanding if he came out to him.

A shiver went down Jacob’s spine as he spotted the pair of ruined blue briefs hidden at the back of his underwear drawer. He could still remember the intense burning sensation as Spencer had yanked his briefs up his back. That had been almost a week ago, and the sound of Spencer’s laughter echoed in his mind.

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“BRIEFS!!! Are you wearing BRIEFS right now bro?”

Jacob had tried to laugh it off, but that was difficult with his underwear crushing his balls. “Dude... whatever man, just let me go.”

“Hmm... not yet.” Spencer grinned as he realized that he had Jacob completely at his mercy. The wedgie was so intense that the smaller man had to stand up on his tip toes to relieve some of the pressure. Jacob was off balance, moaning in pain as his friend yanked up even harder. “I have a couple of questions for you. Answer them truthfully and I’ll let you go. Deal?”

“No man, just put me do— OOWW!!!” Jacob cried out as Spencer reversed his grip on the baby blue briefs and hoisted his friend into the air. With great effort, Spencer hooked the briefs over the bedpost of his bunk bed.

“Okay!” Jacob pleaded as his feet flailed beneath him. “Okay, what do you wanna know?”

Spencer sat back, admiring his handiwork with an impish grin. The boy couldn’t believe his luck; Jacob wearing briefs? It was like a gift from god. He could use this information to his advantage, turn this friend into an obedient servant. But he had to be careful. If he pushed too hard too fast, Jacob might resist. No, best to keep him cornered, let him think they were still friends until there was no going back.

“Do you wear briefs a lot?” Spencer asked.

“N-n-no.” Jacob stammered out. It wasn’t convincing. Spencer frowned, then stepped forewords and grabbed his friend by the ankles, pulling down to increase the pain of the wedgie.

“Don’t lie to me Jacob.”

Jacob was surprised to find himself getting a hard on. Was this arousing him? Being tormented and humiliated by his best friend? No, no that would be gay.

“Come on,” Spencer said. “You can trust me.”

Jacob doubted that. But the pain in his ass was slowly starting to mix with pleasure, and he found himself a little loopy.

“Yes.” Jacob admitted, his face bright red. Spencer let go of Jacob’s ankles, and the boy bounced up and down with the recoil in his underwear. Jacob moaned as the fabric rubbed his crack raw, but whether the moan was out of pleasure or pain he wasn’t sure. Spencer paced infront of him, considering what to ask next.

“What colors? Are any of them cartoon?”

Jacob looked down at the ground, simultaneously ashamed and elated by the probing questions.

“Some colored, mostly white. But yes, some of them are cartoons.”

Spencer chuckled as Jacob admitted to being a high schooler in cartoon briefs. The humiliation caused Jacob’s cock to throb desperately inside of his pants. He suddenly wanted Spencer to ask more questions, to humiliate him further and deeper. What the hell was happening? No way he was gay, no—

“How big are you?” Spencer asked. Jacob’s head shot up, and the soggy feeling of pre-cumed fabric began to fill his briefs.

“I’m not gonna answer that.” Jacob said. This had gone too far, this needed to— to— he suddenly realized that he wanted to cum. Something about this situation had brought him right up to the brink. Spencer took a step forewords.

“I mean,” he grinned at Jacob’s waistband, giving his pants a playful tug. “We could always check.”

Oh— Ungh— God— that had been too much for him. The tug of his pants rubbing against his boner set him off. He moaned, doing his best to disguise it as a groan, as he orgasmed. Hot cum soaked into his briefs, his cock twitching as it shot it’s load to the soundtrack of his humiliation.

He couldn’t believe it, he’d just ejaculated—from Jacob? Not just because of Jacob, but because of the way his friend bullied and humiliated him?

Spencer pinched the sides of his pants and Jacob felt a rush of panic. He can’t know. Jacob can’t know!

“Okay! Okay! I yield! I’m like three-and-a-half inches hard, okay? Geez, just let me down!”

“You mean you’re a shrimp dick?” Spencer cackled, pulling his from his pocket. Jacob felt his stomach drop as the phone was pointed at him.

“Dude, don’t! Don’t!” Jacob covered his red face with both of his hands, praying that it would be enough to hide his identity.

“Oh relax, Jacob,” Spencer rolled his eyes, but kept the phone trained on the hanging boy. “This is for my eyes only. Now, all you have to do to get down, is say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say: I’m a little shrimp dick.” Spencer could barely contain himself. This should be enough blackmail to earn himself hours of fun at Jacob’s expense.

“What the fuck man!” Jacob said angrily, dropping his hands away from his face. It’s not like that was really gonna hide him anyways. “I’m not gonna—“ Jacob cut off. His eyes had caught sight of the tiny wet patch on his trousers, it was super subtle, but it was growing.

The cum, it was seeping through his underwear and into his pants. And Spencer was FILMING HIM!!!

“I’m a little shrimp dick.” Jacob whimpered, realizing that this was his only option. Spencer cackled, putting his phone away and instead removing the Swiss Army knife from his belt.

“What are you doing!” Jacob shouted, his heart racing.

“Oh chill-ax shrimp dick.” Spencer seemed to enjoy the way Jacob bit his lip at the name. “I’m just gonna cut you free.”

Before Jacob could protest, Spencer split his undies right at the middle section between his two leg holes. Without that, Jacob slipped down to the ground, his cum covered tighty whities sliding all the way up under his arm pits.

Jacob froze, suddenly aware that his underwear had just smeared cum all the way up his stomach. Not to mention the obviously soiled undies were clearly exposed to Spencer.

Luckily, Spencer had his back turned, laughing to himself as he hunched over his phone. Jacob quickly grabbed the remnants of his underwear and shoved them back down into his pants. Then slathered the cum around his torso to make it dry faster and flipped his shirt down to cover it.

“You’re a dick!” Jacob said, wincing as he heard himself speaking from Spencer’s phone. ‘I’m a little shrimp dick.’

“What ever shrimp dick.” Spencer said, not turning away from his phone.

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Jacob carefully unfolded the torn remnants of his briefs from that day. He’d never felt like that before. Humiliated, yes, but more aroused than he’d ever felt in his life.

He carefully tucked the undies back into the drawer, and removed a pair of tighty whities. They had the white waist band and the word “Hanes” on them. So if Spencer got even a peak at them, he’d know Jacob was wearing tighty whities.

He went to tuck in his shirt, then realized that Spencer would have no chance to see them if he did that. Instead he tucked the shirt directly into his underwear. He turned his back to the mirror to see better, and saw that the shirt was actually causing his waistband to ride up slightly. Even standing he could see a thin strip of white just barely peaking over his pants.

“Oh boy,” Jacob whispered to himself, adjusting his boner so it wasn’t quite so obvious. “This is gonna be one hell of a day.”

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Rhett’s Punishment part 22

Wednesday morning rolled around and Rhett begrudgingly got out of bed. This was it, Rhett thought. Coach is going to expose my briefs to everyone on the team today. Then it will only be a matter of hours until my fantasies of sleeping with Whitney become just that. Fantasies. He went through the motions of getting ready for the day, he took a shower picked out some power rangers tighty whities, passed his underwear check with Mike (”Go Go Power Rangers!”) and headed off to school. 

An anxious cloud hung over Rhett as he went to his morning classes. Either, Coach was going to call him into his office for an underwear check or somebody from the team was going to pants him. There were a million different scenarios Rhett was sure Coach could think of but these two seemed the most likely. What if Coach demanded that Rhett strip more than just his pants in his office? What if Coach stripped Rhett to nothing but his embarrassingly tight kid’s briefs and shoved him back into the hallway? He had the sweatpants from Roy in his locker but something told Rhett that Coach would account for that. Plus, that would still leave Rhett shirtless. Or, what if Coach decided to tell Jon and let him handle things? Rhett hadn’t been at Jon’s mercy yet so he didn’t know if he could be as cruel as Coach. But if anything, Rhett imagined Jon might be crueler. He wasn’t a paid employee of the school so there was probably more he could get away with. Plus, Jon’s dad was an extremely successful attorney so even if Jon did cross the line he likely wouldn’t get in any actual trouble. Still, Rhett didn’t want to find out what Jon was capable of. Even with all his worrying he did all morning, Rhett was still forgetting something very important. Actually, he had forgotten about several things.

As Rhett was heading to lunch he felt a familiar tap on his shoulder. “Johnson!” Coach barked. “You’ve got your quiz retake in my office, remember?” Shit. Rhett thought. He had completely forgotten. He had done plenty of studying for the retake on Monday so he would probably be fine grades wise. But he wasn’t worried about that. He knew, deep down that this was how Coach was going to expose him as an overgrown toddler who wore underwear made for kids. He followed Coach into his office and stood stiff as a board. “Ok, Johnson. Before you take the quiz we’ve got to get you outfitted properly,” Coach said reaching into his desk. He pulled out a big white pack of underwear and plopped them on the desk in front of Rhett. Rhett peered down at the packaging. There was a toned gentleman on the front sporting a familiar pair of underwear: tighty whities. But Rhett wasn’t familiar with the brand. “I did some independent research and I think these will serve us well. Go ahead and change into some. I already wrote your name on the waistbands.” Coach said sitting down in his chair. Rhett dropped his jeans and allowed Coach to get a good look at his underwear(”Go go little league-ers!”) and he opened up the package and pulled out a thick pair of white briefs. He made the underwear swap as quickly as possible and immediately noticed something different about the way these briefs fit. Not only were they a bit snugger, in a way Rhett actually found he liked, but they also had a bit higher rise than the fruit of the loom or hanes briefs. They felt like a gentle soft hand was cupping his cock and balls and making sure they stayed right where they needed to. They were supportive of his buttcheeks too-something Rhett wasn’t aware he needed. He looked down at them and saw a small tag on the front of the left side of his waistband-goodfellow and co they read. “Don’t admire yourself too much pal. Don’t want you springing a stiffy in my office. Now get your jeans back on!” Coach said as he printed a copy of the quiz off of his computer. Rhett was surprised that Coach wanted him to put his pants back on but he certainly wasn’t going to complain about getting to wear pants. He picked up his power rangers underwear and put them in his pocket once he got his jeans back on. “Now, have a seat.” Coach said pulling out the chair behind his desk. Rhett sat down in front of his quiz-with Coach directly behind him. “Now, let’s make sure you have everything you need to get started. Here’s a pen-oh and I guess you’ll need this too.” Coach said. He shot his hands down Rhett’s back and latched on to his thick white waistband. Because of the fuller rise of the brief Coach didn’t have to reach into Rhett’s pants. The underwear sat about a solid inch above his belt. Coach pulled Rhett’s underwear up his back. As the familiar humiliation of a wedgie started to settle into Rhett, he realized that the comfortable briefs came with an extremely high price to pay. These briefs were so stretchy that they were practically made for wedgies. Within seconds Rhett’s briefs were up to the small of his back-then his shoulder blades-then his neck. What happened next was a situation Rhett never could have imagined was possible. What happened next was fabled to exist only in the worst nightmares of boys unfortunate enough to still need tighty whities in high school. Coach gave one last solid YANK!! and Rhett’s underwear snapped over his face. His entire field of vision was obstructed by the white fabric of his underwear which had sat comfortably around his waist only seconds before. “HOLY SHIT!!! WHOOOO what a RUSH!!” Coach screamed so loudly Rhett would be worried someone in the hallway would hear-though Rhett was too stunned by the atomic wedgie to think about anything else. Rhett heard Coach’s phone camera click as he said “It’s been too goddamn long since I’ve done that. I might just shed a single tear!” Rhett started to come to his senses. The underwear that not 2 minutes earlier Rhett had been thinking were the most comfortable underwear he would ever wear were now absolutely destroying his testicles. The front panel of his briefs were smashing his balls into his lower abdomen so much that he feared they may get stuck there. At the same time, the back panel had been formed into a thin white rope that was splitting Rhett’s asshole in half. He felt like his crotch, taint and ass crack were on fire. What was worse was that if he moved his forward at all-even by accident-he would pull his briefs further up his butt making the pain flare with an entirely new intensity. Rhett’s hands instinctually went to grab at his smushed balls as he grappled with the humiliation of his wedgie. His mind raced with adrenaline that he couldn’t even think straight long enough to try and take his waistband off his face. He was still groaning in pain when Coach said, “Well, this has been amazing. I was almost certain that even after researching the different stretching distances of various different fabric blends this still wouldn’t be possible. I’ve gotta test one more thing, though,” Coach said firmly grabbing the underwear on Rhett’s face. He pulled them off of Rhett’s head and his vision came back to him. Coach pulled Rhett’s briefs back so that they were now pulled up only to the back of his neck and he let go. Immediately the briefs snapped back to Rhett’s waist. Now, the back panel was still firmly lodged into Rhett’s shapely ass but the elasticity was incredibly impressive. Rhett dug the wedgie out of himself and even with all the implications that came with wearing underwear that seemed engineered for wedgies Rhett still had to marvel at the stretchy quality of the fabric. “Hey man, did I say you could pick that wedgie?” Coach asked reaching back down to Rhett’s waistband. “I didn’t think so!” Coach said pulling up now on either side of Rhett’s briefs. The fabric flooded his sensitive parts again as Coach pulled both sides of his briefs up to his shoulders. Then, Coach forcefully shoved each of Rhett’s arms through the legholes of his briefs. “Huh, turns out you can make a dork wear his tighty whities as a shirt! I’ll have to write that down.” Coach chuckled to himself. “Now take your quiz.” 

Rhett gently leaned forward to grab the pen. It was only ten questions but it seemed like an eternity to be in this wedgie. Rhett started to read the first question when he heard a knock on the door.

[tightywhitiebear]

Do I Like This? Pt 15

Tony just fell right to sleep as Brett spooned him. His mind wandering as always. His dreams dictated by the fact his own pink and white briefs were lodged in his butt. They were trapped by Brett’s body against his. He wasn’t complaining though. If they weren’t as soft as they were, the pain of Ant’s trap the night before would be stinging all up where his briefs cut into him. It was an amazing wedgie but still… It was embarrassing. Hearing Brett mock him for his tighty whities was… Amazing.

These interactions started to become common for the two of them. Once work was done for both, Brett would come over to Tony’s place and sort of exist together. They both had the option of interacting if they wanted to but some days Tony would stay at his computer while Brett stayed on the bed. They would cuddle a lot, kisses here and there, and at least a small wedgie every other day. Tony did notice how if he was playing a difficult game that every time he would lose, Brett would take a yank at whatever briefs he was wearing. Sort of like a punishment. After that started, Tony seemed to lose a lot of games.

A month after Ant’s trap, Brett wanted Tony to at least get comfortable with his undies being seen. His reasoning being the more comfortable and natural he looks when his undies are visible the more likely a wedgie will look more natural. So Brett had an idea.

“Listen babe, I get it. You like guys in their undies and stuff. And I know the people there can be scary. Just come to the gym with me. The lockerroom is a good way to get comfortable. All the guys change in there. It will be fine.”

“Are you sure? I never go to the gym. What would I even do?”

“We can do some small workouts. I’ll be there the whole time. I promise. I’ll even put on a ridiculous pair of boxerbriefs so you stand out less. Okay?”

“Okay…”

The next day, he found himself trailing behind Brett into the gym. His eyes were focused on his boyfriend’s large butt. His shirt was flipped up already and the black waistband and a decent amount of his undies could be seen over his jeans. They were white covered in Batman symbols and actual pictures of Batman. He definitely didn’t lie about the ridiculous pair for sure. Then suddenly he ran right into Brett’s back cause he stopped.

“Okay. You are behind me. I could have sworn that was you in front of me,” Brett commented pointing at the group in front of them. Yeah. There was a guy in this trio that from behind, he could be mistaken as Tony. The other two were two bigger muscle men. They looked like they never stop going to the gym. Both were bald with varying facial hair. They were pushing around the Tony look-alike.

He wished it was him.

After checking in at the front desk, the boys went off to the lockerroom. It was a large maze of double decker lockers. The bottom row being all white while the top row was all black. They all had their keys in the door that anyone could use the locker. Between the rows were long wooden benches that look like they get polished every night they were so shiny.

The two settled at a pair of lockers, one on top of the other, and just looked at each other.

“You’ll be okay. Watch.”

Brett suddenly took his shirt off and threw it in the top locker. His big belly and small amount of hair overall mesmerized Tony for a moment. Seeing his pants sagging with Batman peeking out just… Wow. That’s when Brett’s pants were then on the ground and he was stepping out of the jeans. Though Tony didn’t really like anything but briefs, his boyfriend really knows how to wear these boxerbriefs so well.

“See?” Brett gestures around the room. “I’m fine. You can be, too. Now get that shirt off. “

With a gulp, the shorter fatter man slowly lifted his purple shirt in the most awkward way to show his own bare belly. Not much hair on him (seemed as though it all went to his face). The awkward nerd was now standing there in his jeans sagging and his Polo Ralph Lauren white briefs up on his belly. Brett walked forward with a smirk and put a finger around the front of the waistband. Pulling it back and snapping it on his gut, he whispered to him, “What an expensive nerd.”

Tony blushed as he pointed down at Brett’s MeUndies boxerbriefs, “You’re one to talk.”

“Well. I gotta pee. Stay here and maybe get your stuff into the locker. With a chuckle, Brett backed up and started to walk away.

Frozen in place for a moment, Tony realized he was alone. Anyone in here could hear, see, or think anything about him. Someone could tease him. Someone could wedgie him. Ant could be here. Rack could be here. Anyone. It was nerve wracking, but he was here. So just get over with.

Picking up his backpack, he placed it into the lower locker and began digging through it. He was looking for his gym shorts and deodorant. Shuffling everything around multiple times, he just couldn’t find either. Confused, he swirled his possessions in the bag again. He was so distracted being bent over in the locker that he missed talking coming toward him.

“There you are, you dumbass.”

“You think you can spill my pre-workout and hide?”

Before Tony could react, he felt two beefy hands latch onto the back of his waistband.

“Payback, bro!”

The fat nerd suddenly felt his legholes launch into his big butt faster than they ever had before. The sting of cotton cutting then travelling through his nether regions was like no other. His crotch was compressed enough to make diamonds this wedgie was so forcefull. The legholes were out of his pants on one pull and he felt his feet leave the ground as his head hit the top of the locker he was bent into. The briefs barely even made noise. The more expensive brands are so much stronger than others. They were a mistake today though. Ripping would have ended this faster.

“Bro, I didn’t know you rocked the whities. Welcome to why they are tighty whities!”

“Yeah dude. Laundry day? Never seen you in a nerd’s panties before!”

The two different voices confused him so badly as he felt his feet touch the ground, but just barely. The waistband felt like it was hooked to something and then got tighter as he felt the locker above him close and lock.

“There. You can stay there while you think about what y-“

A third voice called out, “What are you doing!?”

“Dale? No. We just wedgied your whitie tighties and?”

“That’s not Dale.”

“No it isn’t me! I don’t wear those old man briefs! I went to the bathroom! You just wedgied this poor guy?”

“I uh… Yeah we gotta go.”

“Yeah.. we need to leave now.”

“You even hung him by the upper locker hook and locked it?”

“You needed to learn your lesson!”

“But that isn’t Dale!”

“He can learn now!”

“No! These are new boxers!”

Tony dangled there in shock as he heard the men leaving and a loud ripping noise. His briefs had him hanging in a lockerroom with his head stuck in a locker. It was like something you’d see in a cartoon. A grown man. In a public place. All he could imagine is that it was those two muscle heads who did it. He wished for this and it happened.

“How the?”

“Brett? I am so confused.”

“You seriously ended up like this? I have to take a picture of this. How did this happen? And where is the locker key?”

“I… Ow. . . Think they thought I was another guy? And made me get punished for something? And they didn’t leave the key?”

“Doesn’t look like it. Unless you want the gym staff to see… There is only one way out.”

Tony felt two hands grab the center of the legholes.

“Oh no.”

[tightywhitiebear]

“Cause You’re Being a Brat”

This just happened earlier today. I’m a big dude. 6ft tall and 310lbs. At home in my apartment I am typically wearing a pair of colorful Meundies boxers over whatever briefs I wore during the day. I also purposely have my waistband sticking out as any guy into wedgies would do. I live with a roommate and one of my partners. My partner is like 60lbs heavier than me but a few inches shorter than me.

I was in the kitchen putting together my dinner facing the counter as I kept making bratty comments to my partner. I kept doing this and then he was standing directly behind me. I feel him grip onto the waistband of my Hanes (early to mid-2010s waistband) white waistband. I stopped for a second and then before I could react… He yanked them up my back hard. The seams started to pop as the ribbed cotton was forced through my ass. It crushed my crotch a bit as I was pulled up onto my tippy toes.

“That’s what you get for being a brat.”

Then he let me down slightly only to yank up even higher. The waistband was almost to my next. The legholes were slightly out of my boxers cause the boxers somewhat came with the wedgie. Then he let go of them with a snap. I called him a meanie as I not only dug my briefs out of my butt, but I had to pull down the boxers to fully readjust. Being a bear getting a wedgie means my weight works against me.

I wish he wedgied me without asking more often.

[briefshumiliated]

I patiently awaited my next moment of pleasure. We had gone camping in the middle of the woods, and my dom promised me we would be fooling around in the woods. He told me sleep in the car without pants on. I had been forced into tighty whities not so long ago since i first started subbing for him. It felt so natural to have him order me around in a pair of briefs, and i kept throbbing for more. My member just constantly leaked and pulsed against the front of my white briefs as i awaited my next orders.

Would i be getting an edging? Would i maybe be lucky enough to get a release? Or would i just be getting an endless stream of wedgies like every night the past week. I don’t know but all i knew was that i wanted more. No.. i needed more. I needed this pair of briefs to be wedged up against my crack. I needed to be humiliated for wearing this childish pair of underwear that no one wore in middle school. But at the same time.. i knew it felt so right to wear.

My dom stepped out of his car, “ready for your next session..? Get out and turn around.”

I followed. I couldn’t wait. I needed his punishments.

[plainwhitebriefs-deactivated201]

Drive home in Ftls

[gaywedgiestories]

Your dom had never taken things this far before. It was kind of terrifying, and it was kind of hot. He picked you up promptly at 5pm, but before taking you out he made you strip off your pants, your shirt, hell even your socks and shoes. He left you nothing but the tight little underwear he had been making you wear for months and told you to get your ass in the car. You felt his hand slap against your brief covered ass as you got into the passenger seat. He buckled you in and brushed his hand against your crotch as he let go of the seat belt. You were already hard just from being in public in your whities and he smiled knowingly. “Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry about it.” 

You gulped in anticipation as your dick twitched giving a reaction of its own. At the traffic light you could feel his eyes on you and soon after his hand pulled up the back of your undies into a solid wedgie. 

“Keep it in.” 

You obeyed. He pulled over at your old high school. You hadn’t seen the building in nearly a decade and felt thankful it was in a more secluded location of the town. 

“You always told me you regret how you never got to be treated like a nerd in high school.” He smirked. “Time to remedy that.” 

You didn’t know how he had managed to get access to the building on a Saturday, let alone during the summer, but he pulled out a key as you approached the main door and let the two of you in. 

“Where’s the locker room?” He asked. And for once he let you lead the way. 

He opened the door and you stepped through excited to see where this would go. He gave no instruction or indication on what was going to happen, but he had you go over to your old gym locker and your excitement grew. You sat down on the bench waiting as he left you to stew for a couple of minutes while he went to “get ready” whatever that had meant. A few minutes passed and you saw him step into the row of lockers in full football gear and your dick sprang to attention.

“Oh my god. I can’t believe you still wear tighty whities. Does your mom buy them for you, dork.” 

You face flushed as you tried to think of a line to respond with. “Why are you staring at my underwear? What are you gay?” 

He smiled, maybe he hadn’t expected that response and couldn’t help but let the playfulness of it show on his face, but he recovered quickly and got back in character. “Don’t talk back, nerd or this is going to be a whole lot worse. I see your butt’s hungry since you already have a natural wedgie going.” 

You had forgotten you still had the wedgie in place, but a retort came easily. “Or maybe one of the other jocks already beat you to it. As you can see I’ve already had my daily dosage of wedgies so you can run along and find another nerd to torture.” 

“Well they didn’t do a very good job if that’s the case. Those tighties still look rather white and pristine and I don’t see any rips anywhere. If it was one of my boys I may have to give him a wedgie just to show him how he should really be doing it.” He grabbed a hold of the leg holes and pulled.

You groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “You call that a wedgie.” You taunted. “I’ve woken up from with worse wedgies just from tossing and turning in bed.” 

“Is that so?” He asked as he pulled harder. “Maybe your thick ass just knows how bad you crave the feeling of cotton lodged up there?” 

You tried to respond, but all that came out was a cry of delight as he pulled again even harder this time. 

“You like this nerd? You some kind of queer who gets off on this shit?” He pulled even harder as you both heard some tearing start and he smacked your exposed ass cheeks with his free hand. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you need to feel your own underwear lodged up your ass just to get that little dick of yours to squirt out some release?” He moved his other hand onto your whities and adjusted them both so they were grabbing the thin strand that would normally be seated underneath you if the wedgie hadn’t pulled your underwear so far out of place. “Well...” he waited.

“Please, Mr. football captain. I need the feeling of my tighty whities pulled so hard up my ass it makes me cry out in ecstasy and relief as I release some hot sticky cum all over my underwear.” 

“I thought as much.” He gave one last pull as your whities ripped and you creamed the front of your briefs, as promised. 

[brose0608]

Flubber Undies (Flubbies)

{NOTE: This is my first story I’ve ever made, so please go easy on me if it’s not grammatically written well haha. I was really missing seeing Flubber fanfiction stories, so I decided to make my own while also mixing in another one of my favorite things. Hope you like it! If so, there might be a Part 2 soon}

It was a normal sunny day for Brandon. He started off his morning’s the same for the most part. Make some breakfast, play some video games, watch a movie or two. However, some time during that afternoon, he decided to switch things up and go for a casual walk around the block to get some fresh air. He put on some shorts and a tank top and made his way outside.

Everything seemed normal during the stroll. He saw parents playing with their kids in the park and people walking their dogs. After about 15 minutes of walking, he decided it was time to start making his way back. It took him about another 5 minutes to get back home from where he was. When he got to the corner where his house was, he took his keys out of his pocket and started shuffling through them, but then he started to hear a repeated bouncing/squeaking sound. The noise was starting to get closer and closer until, looking in the distance, he could see some sort of green blob the size of a basketball bouncing down the street towards him.

“What—the hell is that thing?” he asked to himself.

At first, he didn’t seem too concerned about it because he noticed that it was bouncing on the other side of the street, so he assumed that it would ignore him. However, he started to think otherwise when the blob switched sides and would now be bouncing in his path. Now becoming a little more concerned, he started shuffling through his keys again to quickly get into the house. At that point, the blob seemed to start bouncing towards him faster, and Brandon could’ve sworn he heard the blob “giggle”. At this point, Brandon rushed up the stairs, got his key ready, and unlocked the door. The blob started closing in. Brandon quickly closed the door behind him, leaving the blob sitting there on the porch just staring back at him.

“What is that thing? I could be wrong, but—it kind of looks like Flubber, but bigger.”

Still not exactly sure what it was, he continued examining it from the safety of his glass door. He noticed the blob starting to jiggle a bit and move closer to the glass. It then started pushing up against the bottom of the door. While Brandon was wondering what it could’ve been doing, his thought was cut short when he noticed the blob squeezing its way under the door to get in. It slowly, but surely, was making his way in. Brandon was so shocked at what he was witnessing that he couldn’t help but continue to observe. He finally snapped out of it when he noticed that a good majority of it was now past the door. He started backing away from the door, and when he noticed that it was all the way in now, he turned around and started running down the hallway. The green blob started bouncing off the floor and ceiling towards him, and at some point, was able to bounce off the ceiling and land in front of him. It continued to bounce so quick that Brandon’s escape route was not cut off. He tried to run backwards, but it kept cutting him off no matter what he tried. Brandon couldn’t keep track of the blob’s bouncing and eventually lost sight of it. It was now behind him and at that point, bounced off the wall and flew towards his back, knocking him to the floor. Now on the floor stomach-down, Brandon wasn’t sure what was about to happen. The blob landed in between his legs and he could feel the rubbery goo on his legs. Brandon turned around to see what it was doing, but before he could even get his eyes on it, it started making its way up the back-left side of his shorts, giggling while doing so. When he turned around again, all he could see was his shorts moving around frantically as the Flubber kept moving further in. Brandon didn’t know what to do except just lay there wondering what it was doing. At that point, he felt the Flubber lifting up the leg hole of his underwear and was now making its way further inside. When he felt it slip all the way in, he looked back again and saw his shorts moving around even more frantically than before. He then saw the frantic moving slowly coming to a standstill. Then he felt the Flubber starting to wedge itself in between his crack and start covering his cock and balls and all around his waist until each end connected in the front, forming exactly like a pair of tighty whitey’s.

“Did—this thing really just put itself on me like a pair of underw—”

Before Brandon could even finish his sentence, Flubber shot out the back of his shorts and underwear so fast, giving Brandon a massive wedgie. All Brandon could do was let out a high pitched squeal as he felt the tightness in his crack becoming more and more intense. Flubber just continued tugging and tugging and tugging repeatedly. Then Flubber stretched itself up to Brandon’s head and attached itself over his face, now giving him an atomic wedgie. All Brandon could do was let out muffled yells. All the while, while Flubber still had him in an atomic wedgie, it would continue to tug every so often, making it go deeper and deeper. Flubber didn’t want Brandon to pass out, so it formed a breathing hole around his mouth and nose. Even though Brandon was now able to speak, he couldn’t form the words as to what was happening to him. After about 15 minutes of having him in an atomic, Flubber detached itself from his head, but it still wasn’t done with torturing him. Brandon started to rub his butt trying to soothe the pain that he just went through. Flubber gave him a moment to do so. After about a minute or two, Flubber decided it was now time for the finale. Still rubbing his butt, Brandon started feeling the pressure build up again.

“No, please, not again!” Brandon pleaded. However, Flubber didn’t listen

While Brandon was still laying on the ground, Flubber pulled itself higher and higher until Brandon was now completely off the ground, now giving him a hanging wedgie. At this point, Brandon was in so much pain that all he could do was sit there levitated and his mouth wide open. Flubber let out a slight giggle at Brandon’s humiliation, but thought that it wasn’t enough. At that point, Flubber started pulling higher, then letting him drop back down, then pulling higher again, and this cycle repeated over and over and over again until Flubber had him in a good bouncing wedgie. Brandon knew that there was nothing he could do, so he just let it happen, while also letting out moaning and groaning each time he would go down.

After about 30 minutes of bouncing, Flubber decided that he’s had his fun and slowly started descending. When Brandon finally touched the floor, he let out a heavy sigh of relief. Flubber receded back into Brandon’s shorts, disconnected itself from the front, and made its way out of his shorts. Once he was out, Brandon turned over onto his back. He didn’t notice right away, but when he looked down at his shorts, he realized how hard he was afterwards. Flubber oozed his way over next Brandon’s head.

Looking over at Flubber, he said “Hmm. So maybe I actually enjoyed that more than I thought.” He let out a soft chuckle, and Flubber giggled after.

“Sooooo—what else do you like to do?” Brandon asked Flubber.

…to be continued

[bearhugger90]

Scoutmaster Joseph (Part 1)

I told dad & grandpa all month I was too old to go camping. It was Grandpa’s idea & Dad agreed that I shouldn’t be inside all summer playing video games & jacking off. I blushed at this & didn’t know what to say to that. The car slows down & I looked out the window. There it is, the camp you’ll be stuck in for the next few months.

I got out the car & so did Dad & Grandpa. Dad helped me lift my luggage out of the car. Dad & Grandpa gave me a big hug. They smelled great from their morning showers & cologne. I turned away from them & towards the camp ground. I saw a lot of other guys. Some older, some younger. I then felt Grandpa’s hand give me a playful but firm smack on the butt. “See you later buddy!” Some of the other guys saw this & found it amusing.

“Attention! Looks like everyone is here! I hope we are all excited to start another great summer! I see some familiar faces out there! Our staff has a new member. Please welcome, Scoutmaster Joseph!”

A tall, hefty, bearded white man shuffled from his chair to the microphone. His beard was white & fluffy. His eyes were sweet. He was wearing the scout master uniform with very short & very tight brown shorts.

He spoke into the mic, “Hello everyone! I’m Scoutmaster Joseph. I was a scoutmaster for a much younger crowd last year, so I hope I can leave a great impression for all of you young men!”

He sat down back at his chair. The other man continued talking but I was busy staring at Joseph. His shorts are so short, he must be wearing briefs under his shorts. Then you notice the fly bands of his briefs are visible through his brown shorts as he sits down.

The head scoutmaster finished up by saying the beginning of camp would start with a cookout by the lake. Everyone was assigned a scoutmaster & a cabin. By a miracle, I was assigned to Joseph’s group.

Everyone began to leave for their cabin to settle in & get ready for the afternoon. I saw Mark start his way to the cabins. I hurried up to him quickly & I had the perfect excuse to chat him up.

I introduced myself & he was a little surprised, “What a friendly young boy!” He said, “I suppose young man is more appropriate. I hope we become good buddies!” He chatted about how he was a scoutmaster for grade school aged kids last year. That was very easy for him & he was nervous to lead a group of young men. “It’s like I’m back in high school. It sounds silly, but I’m anxious on how I’m going to relate to you young cool guys! I don’t know anyone here. The young boys’ group has a different staff & culture”.

We both arrived to the scoutmaster’s cabins. He had his own personal cabin. I wondered how I was going to find a way in there. The scout cabins were further down the path. I continued walking another couple minutes toward the scout cabins.

The cabin was an ok size but had no privacy for the scouts. I set your luggage on my bed & opened it up. Everyone was changing into swim trunks. The cookout by the lake was allowing swimming. I glanced around & most guys were wearing boxer shorts before changing into swim trunks. I dropped my pants & revealed my white Fruit of the Loom briefs.

“Oh no” I heard behind me, “We have to room with the guy who still wears tighty whiteys!” The other scouts in the cabin laughed. “Did you forget your boxers at home dude?” One guy said. “Or does mommy still buy your underwear!” Oh no. I had to room with a bunch of immature guys.

I heard the cabin door open & heard Joseph’s voice.

“Good afternoon gentlemen! As you heard before, I’m your assigned scoutmaster—“ he got cut off by a scout, “Hey perv. We’re changing in here!”

Joseph chuckled, “We’re all men here, there’s nothing to be ashamed of”

“Nothing except that guy’s tighty whiteys!” One scout pointed at me. I was still in my underwear in the middle of putting my pants on.

“Oh!” Joseph remembered me, “Are these guys giving you a hard time?” Joseph asked me.

I’m a little embarrassed now. All the other scouts were dressed & everyone is staring at me, still with no pants on.

Joseph says, “Back in my day, every guy wore briefs. Only the old farts wore those loose & ugly boxer shorts!” He told everyone else, “Please guys, let’s keep the horseplay to a minimum. We’re here to have fun!” He then turned to me, “If these guys give you a hard time buddy, you know where my cabin is.” He turned to leave.

All the other guys were still laughing at my tighties before rushing out. I dropped my briefs & changed to my swimming trunks. I prepared a small bag for after swimming to shower. I headed toward the door & right outside was Joseph. Was he waiting for me?

“Hey buddy” he smiled. “I hope you’re not too embarrassed. Don’t mind those guys” I barely heard what he said. I was distracted. If I looked really close, I could see his fly of his brief bulging through his brown shorts just like earlier.

He walked with me chatting it up but I’m busy staring at his big body. I stole a couple glances at his butt in those tight shorts. We both made it to his cabin.

“Well, I’m going to get ready myself for the lake” He went up the steps & before he entered his cabin he turned back to me, “Just between you & me buddy” He loosens his belt, & reaches down his shorts with his fingers & pulls his Fruit of the Loom waistband out from his shorts to show me.

“Don’t worry about them buddy. Wear whatever you want. Briefs are man’s underwear! And you are a very fine—“ he studdered & tripped on his words. “You’re a very nice young man” He turned back to his door quickly & told me he would see me at the lake soon.

How much I wanted to follow him in there.

TBC...

[22wedgie]

As much as I love wearing briefs and have small wedgies all day. I do wear boxer briefs daily… My dad has worn briefs/bikini briefs ever since I was born. He’s got a booty on him too lol. We used to joke around and ask each other how many wedgies did we have to pull out that day. He was used to it. Im almost 23 so he’s been wearing briefs for that time minimum. I don’t think any of his friends knew though until the other day when he was swimming and had a pair of bikini briefs on and they were running up a little bit if you know what I mean lol. His friend grabbed then and they stretched all the way up his back and he screamed. I couldn’t do nothing but watch as my dad was getting the biggest wedgie he’s ever had. Once his friend put him down my dad went in my room and grabbed a pair of my boxer briefs, put them on and said “im wearing these from now on”. Now he has a drawer full of briefs I can’t wait to get my hands on. 😌

[xruledbyroyalex-deactivated2024]

Hello hello!

I am so incredibly excited to be able to share this story with all of you! This one is a bit different from my usual writing, both in its style (being in first person rather than third), but also who it is written for. Many of you who are involved with the online Kink community are probably aware of the incredible duo Mister Kristofer Weston and Pup AMP. The two of them together run an incredible YouTube channel and Podcast called “Watts The Safeword” where they cover a wide variety of topics related to kink, BDSM, fetishes, sex positivity and sex safety. For a long time I have wanted to do a story involving Kristofer after listening to their podcast episode on wedgies and learning of his own enjoyment with our corner of the kink world. After reaching out to him and asking if I could write about him he agreed and I got my little tail right to work. I am so honoured to have been able to write this piece, both for all of you but especially for Mr. Kristofer and Pup AMP. I will link all of their social medias down below this story, as well as the link to the wedgie podcast episode. Please give their content a look, I know you won’t regret it!

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“Gripped in His Heat”

When I first met him there was a beaming smile on my face and a laugh that just wouldn’t let me catch my breath. I couldn’t recall the last time I had just relaxed and had fun like that. His energy was gentle and warm despite the bold attire that he typically sported. But now my heart was more than ready to burst out of my chest and onto the sidewalk. I placed my hand against my pec, with all of my sensations heightened the soft fabric of my forest green dress shirt felt smooth to the touch. Cotton seemed to turn to silk much like intense pain had a way of morphing into pleasure. I pulled in a deep breath. From the corner of my eye, I caught my reflection in the dark glass. The vibrant California sky had faded to an evening canvas, turning the window into an almost onyx-like mirror. I took note of the plant life that lined the outside of the restaurant. The cool-toned greens offered a nice contrast. I was tall and lean. My pale skin lightly freckled, a small detail many guys had called endearing. My light brown eyes typically masked by a pair of smoky grey glasses, though today I opted for contacts. My hair had short sides with the top being a mess of loose brunet curls that has a tendency to fall into my face like an untamed fringe. That night I wanted to look nice but not overdone. As much as I was dying to impress him I didn’t want to come across like I was trying too hard. I had the sleeves of my dark green button-up dress shirt cuffed at the crook of my elbow showing off the soft contours of my arms. The shirt was tucked into my nicest pair of jeans, a pair of black slim fits. The whole ensemble was accented with a nice black leather belt, my favourite gold watch, and a pair of black suede ankle boots. My brunet locks were nicely kept, I knew he was going to want to look me in the face while we were eating. While the thought of that made me nervous it also excited me beyond belief. As I scanned myself over one last time I noticed how impeccable my ass looked, and then I replayed his text message to me from this morning in my mind. “Don’t wear any underwear you’re going to miss…” My breath hitched in my throat a little as my cock started to twitch in time with my fluttering heartbeat. Underneath I was wearing a simple pair of dark grey Calvin Klein briefs. I usually wore coloured trunks from any number of designer brands, but seeing how we met it only felt appropriate to dress the part. One week prior is the first time I had ever met Kristofer in person. I was seated in the very front row for a panel being given on Influencers in the Kink world where Kristofer was making a guest appearance. I was there on assignment for work, but I knew the second I saw his name on the roster very little was going to get done in the way of actual work. I first came across his content while I was scrolling through my Instagram timeline and Pup Amp was in my suggested follows. I spent the next few hours scrolling through both pup Amp and Mr. Kristofer’s content. They had this dynamic to them that was just so easy to take in. Being a semi-closeted kinkster myself, it was nice to have an outlet to turn to that was so easy to listen to. After several days of scrolling through their content, I came across an episode of their Podcast, Watts Your Safeword that made me freeze mid-swipe. They had done an episode on wedgies. The kink that had gotten me into the community had been covered by two of my favorite people. And boy was I drinking it in… I could hardly sit still through the panel thinking about him. His strong features contrasted by his kind face made my heart melt straight into my light blue Aussie Bum trunks. I thought back to what he said about giving boys wedgies and I just couldn’t hold myself together another moment. I yelled to myself in the confines of my own mind to keep focused, but my dick just didn’t care. I was just praying no one around me could smell the obvious scent of precum as it escaped my cock. As the panel drew to a close I made my way to the edge of the room to steady myself, but as fate would have it before I could even place my back flat to the meeting room wall a familiar voice was looming in my ears. “Are you doing all right there champ?”  Mr. Kristofer offered me a coy smile. The blistering California weather had everyone sweating, and even in his white V-neck tee he couldn’t escape it either. The musky scent that came off of his body made my eyes widen like saucers. If I thought I was overwhelmed before I was ready to collapse now. My eyes drifted to the arm he had placed against the wall to support himself with, essentially cornering me in the confines of his presence. Part of me wanted to believe it was just coincidence, that maybe he hadn’t seen me wriggling in my seat like a total slut who hadn’t had his cock serviced in weeks, but I knew better. There was just enough room between us to not be odd for strangers, but not enough to not make it glaringly obvious he had been observing in the audience. “Y-yes Sir! I mean M-mister! I mean-” I cut myself off mid-breath and fumbled with the badge on my lanyard, looking down at my own name printed in block letters while trying to avoid staring at his bulge “Y-yes Kristofer I am doing just fine. I am just a big fan of yours…” The droning of other people filled my ears and was only slightly louder than the pumping of my heart through my skull. I tried my hardest to steady my nerves but all I could think about was listening to him talk about ripping guys’ underwear, then drifting to him ripping my underwear. The moment was too far gone for subtlety and he knew that. We spoke for a bit, his warm charm getting me to laugh, and I eventually calmed myself down. The moment was so surreal, standing in front of one of my favourite people. I was always acutely aware of just how much the sight of him turned me on. I supposed I had picked a bad day to wear light grey skinny jeans. Especially being that the pool of precum in my trunks had yet to stop flowing, “You know I am not doing anything next Friday. Why don’t we go grab some dinner and talk. You clearly have something on your mind you’d like to share, and I am all ears if nothing else…” Kristofer said as he gently placed his hand on my left arm. His fingers felt cool compared to my burning flesh. My eyes shot directly up to meet his gaze. It was very rare that I ever made direct eye contact with others, let alone men who made me so ravenous. The dancing shades of grey that filled in his facial hair had me so enamored that I almost didn’t see the yellow post-it note gripped between his fingers. My eyes darted quickly at the 10 digits scribbled in blue ink. For the first time in what felt like hours, I found it in myself to be still and poised as I spoke, “I-I’ll be there…” Throughout the week we texted about the usual things, what I did for work, the always chipper California weather, personal interests, and the like. Eventually, he made the move that I knew was coming, but despite anticipating it my heart still skipped a beat as I was walking down my building’s long hallway. “At the panel, you couldn’t sit still to save your life. What exactly was it that had you so worked up?” I laughed at myself for a moment. He had me so completely in his hands, never before had I felt the level of submissive. I stood outside my apartment door, keys in one hand and my phone in the other, and somehow I was frozen in place. I was nervous to tell him what my kink was. As if typing it out would solidify that I would let him do any number of awful things to my underwear. The man had made a living off of directing porn, made his way across all sorts of fronts in the kink and BDSM scenes, and yet I was anxious to tell him that I wanted him to pull my underwear straight up my ass and laugh at me while he did it.

I snapped back to where I stood in the current moment and looked around. The golden light from the open restaurant door contrasted the evening darkness so well. A smile crept across my face as I saw him walk around the corner of the brick façade. His black button-up was just barely visible under his dark leather jacket. My mind wandered to the thought of how buttery smooth the material would feel under my fingertips if I went up and caressed his chest. I wondered if I slipped myself into his arms if he would still smell like that deep masculine musk from the last time we met. The idea of that drove me wild, making me unconsciously shift my weight from foot to foot, my mind taking note of the uneven concrete sidewalk that barely kept me upright. He walked up to me with that lovely smile and greeted me. I felt like the evening had been built just for me and this was just the start of it. Never before had I felt like a kinky lime light had shown for me, but there I was beaming from under it. All manner of selacious thought ran across my mind, I wanted so badly for him to make me feel like he owned my ass. What if he wedgied me in the restaurant? All of those people seeing me completely hindered at the hands of a gorgeous older man. Their laughter filling the room as he hoisted me into the air, crushing my relentlessly hard cock. My body unsure if it needed more pain and degradation or to have his strong hands slip over it. 

He placed his hand on my lower back and guided me inside. As we passed through the door I felt him curl his fingers into the back of my jeans and grip onto my waistband only giving it a gentle tug but I felt as if I could just burst into flames. Dinner flew by in an instant. What had to of been almost two drawn out hours seemed like seconds. He did most of the talking which made me feel a bit more at ease. He told me about Amp and their new Podcast topic, all of it was fascinating, but it couldn’t be rivaled by the feeling of soft cotton wedged ever so slightly into my ass. I could almost picture the charcoal coloured fabric rubbing against my sensitive ass hole. Part of me wished it was a toy in its place, or maybe even Kristofer’s fingers, but the fact that it was my own underwear was so many levels past erotic. He watched on as I shifted in my chair not daring to pick my briefs from my ass. Every time I moved in that all to obvious manner he gave me a teasing look that screamed “You’re uncomfortable and I am fucking loving it…” As we got up to leave he shot me a wink that told me that by no certain means was he done with me. I followed closely behind him, hanging on to every word he said, somehow completely focused and yet 10k miles away. We ended up in a secluded sitting area not too far from our dinner spot. It was a large space where the sidewalk widened into a circle lined with metal benches and trees. It was still connected to the plaza where the shops were, but it felt far enough away to feel safe. The evening darkness was stamped with ember coloured string lights that hung between the trees that lined the spot. I turned to him to comment on how perfect it was when we caught my attention. He stood in front of me with a look on his face that said he meant business. I took in a deep swallow of air and stood in a submissive stance. As his strong voice entered the air I felt goosebumps forming on every inch of my body, “If you squirmed that much just sitting in a chair picturing my hands on your underwear imagine what your body is going to do when I do this…” My mind froze not giving me any time to process his words or catch up with his actions. He approached me, gripped the small of my waist, spinning me around on my feet, steadying me with my feet shoulder width apart. I felt like a fragile piece of porcelain in his strong hands. I had always wondered what it would be like to be manhandled by someone like this, what the dynamic would do to my brain. I was fucking in love with it. My voice betrayed me and spoke my mind, “Please Sir…” He pulled my dress shirt and undershirt from my pants and slipped his hands into the back of my pants again. Slowly he wrapped each one of his knuckles around the waistband of my briefs. His movement was slow and deliberate. I was fully aware that this time was different than it had been at dinner. His actions had intention behind them. Without even speaking he was telling me in incredible detail that he was going to make me feel tiny in his hands. He was going to humiliate me and show me that when I was in his grip I had no place to run. He pulled out every memory of being in the locker rooms in high school praying that they wouldn’t wedgie me while simultaneously begging that they would leave me strung up by my underwear, and being 15 years old in boy scouts, watching as the other guys gave each other wedgies while they horsed around, wishing I could be one of them. “Say it again.” his hot breath wrapped around my neck and ear like a seductive scarf eager to choke me out. My knees started to shake as my body totally betrayed me. My cock was fully erect in my briefs just begging to be touched. The fighting tension between my jeans and fully mast erection was unbearable. I wasn’t sure if he knew how hard I was but a part of me dared to think he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and that he liked it too. “P-please Sir… Please give me a wedgie…” the words left my mouth in a faint whisper.

In reality I wanted to beg. I wanted to plead and whine like a little bitch in heat. I needed to beg for him to humiliate me in from of strangers, getting them to laugh at the tall skinny guy wrapped in his big strong arms. I wanted to grobble at his knees for him to leave me strung up by my underwear in a tree from a rope in some forest until he decided to come back and cut me down only to rip my briefs to shreds. I wanted to plead with him but my words just wouldn’t work with me.   The moment had me so completely worked up and worked over I was sure I was going to drop dead. I had thought about this man gripping my underwear every day for months and now he was here doing it. I thought back to every time I had worked myself up into a frenzy and desperately jacked myself off to the very thought of this scenario. The false sense of security that the evening darkness created was wiped away by the fact that we were completely exposed. At any moment someone could pass by and see me being manhandled by this absolute silver fox in a leather jacket. I prayed for it to come true. What would they think? They would probably laugh at me, and he’d make a show of it all. Pulling up harder, making my face an even deeper shade of red. All the while knowing my cock was bursting at the seams dying to be grazed by his fingertips as my undies sliced me down the center. That thought was just doing me in. I, a 23-year-old man being controlled by the most intimate article of clothing on my body. Someone else was in total control of the situation. As he pulled up slowly I felt the soft material of my underwear brush against the tip of my cock, now fully flowing with precum. I didn’t bother to hold back the moan that escaped from my lips. Mr. Kristofer gave a light chuckle before laying into my briefs like a jackhammer on an L.A. sidewalk. I felt my underwear invading my ass crack on the first pull, and almost instantly the fabric was shredded to a sliver. Small moans and mews mixed with breathy chokes escaped from my body while my pale face turned bright red. “H-huuuUUUuuhhh! Fuck fuck fuck!” my words sounded as coarse as the brick pavers under my feet.  “Now is that any way for such a good pup to talk?” he raised his voice beckoning the attention of anyone nearby. As he spoke he punctuated his words with harder and harder pulls. By this point, he had by briefs up to my shoulder blades and I was quickly running out of breath. The pops and tears coming from my underwear’s seams dug into my ears almost as harshly as the underwear dug into my ass. I begged and pleaded in my own mind for the pain to subside, but secretly I wanted it to get so much worse. My fully erect cock had no place to go as more and more of my undies slipped between my shaking legs, compressing my large package into a small bundle of fleeting fabric. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes which only turned me on that much more. I wanted it to be as painful as he could make it and he was not one to disappoint. Almost nothing but a hoarse roared escaped my throat as I tried to plead with him through broken words. “No way pup, we’re not stopping until these come all of the way off…” his tone was playful, yet laced so dangerously with the intenseness only a dominant man can give off. I managed to pull a few words deep from within my gut, “P-please I am beg-beging…” What couldn’t have been more than 5 minutes of pulling felt like hours. The back of my underwear was now pulled taught into a rope. It felt like a piece of piano wire scraping across my sensitive ass hole. My cock twitched so violently, it was a sensation I had never felt in my life. This man was ruining me and I was drinking in each second of it like my life depended upon it. He had been pulling with firm, harsh strikes with his hands wrapped tightly around the waistband of my briefs and then looped into the leg holes. He stopped for a moment and brought his left hand down, gripping the rope that had been the center of my underwear and pulling up with even more force. He wrapped his right arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. I could feel his pulsing erection against my reddened ass. Knowing that he was enjoying this as much as me felt like being washed over in a tidal wave of glory. Leaning into him I took inventory of how my body felt. I was in so much pain and it was fucking beautiful. The burning friction sensation of the lace thin strip of cotton that mercilessly cut into my tight ass hole. The chafing sensation of my undies as they dug into my inner thigh and pubic bone, so desperately trying to either break under the pressure or fold my body in half. The heaviness of my lungs as they struggled to catch even a momentary breath between heaves. The relentless pressing of the front of my underwear against my cock. The breaking force against my balls that sent an intense aching into my lower abdomen right where I would typically feel an orgasm build up before as another man thrusted his cock into me. It was so much. It was so fucking much. And I needed every second of it. As Kristofer continued his efforts to destroy my underwear he pulled harder and harder. I was positive by this point my undies had to be stretched at least to my ears. The thought of getting an atomic wedgie from him was enough to send my cock into a pulsating fit. “FUCK!” I mewed out as my throbbing erection finally escaped the front pouch of my underwear. The front waistband slid over my balls and up against my rubbed raw taint as my dick flipped forward. I couldn’t focus on anything. The symphony of pain, humiliation, and desperation was eclipsing anything going on around me. I almost didn’t take notice as Kristofer unbuckled my belt and slowly unzipped my pants freeing my desperate erection into the cool night air. “Here’s the deal: You can cum, but not until these briefs are torn clean off your body, understood?” his voice was an intoxicating force that left me weak in the knees. I shook my head violently and whined, completely unable to find my own words. He slipped his hand over my now painfully erect cock and started jacking me off. He was moving with such force and rhythm I knew I was going to blow my load within a few moments. The painful squeals that erupted from me must have given him exactly what he needed to rip the rest of the fabric from my frame. “Fuck yeah! TEAR! TEAR TEAR TEAR!!!” his voice echoed off the surrounding trees sending a humiliating wave through my body. “N-nnnyyeuuughhh!!!!” I cried out completely blinded by the pain. My precum dripped down over his fingers as I heard the last few pops of fabric giving out. My briefs pulled hard against my ass, cutting against delicate flesh, and then it happened… “HELL YEAH! RIP!!!” his words hitting my ears like a freight train. “FUUUUCCCKKKKK!” my knees gave out under my weight as my underwear finally pulled clean off my body with one final tear. “Cum for me!” he yelled in that deep tone of his right into my ear. The pain of my briefs was so blinding I had almost forgotten about the deep orgasm building in my loins as he stroked me faster and faster. The sweet combination of the pressure on my asshole releasing, the sound of his voice in my head, and the incredibly violent humiliation I felt in that moment sent me right over the edge. “Fuck! FUCK F-FUCK I’M CUMMING!” I felt my eyes welling up with pressure, my tears hot, and overflowing as I shot my load. The thick white liquid covering his fingers and wrist. Kristofer caught me just in time as I dropped to the ground. White and silver stars clouded my vision as the night sky swirled around me like a vortex. Looking up from my dipped position in his arms my gaze met his and that warm inviting smile brought me back to the moment. “That was pretty intense…” his smile spoke volumes above his words. I settled into his arms as my head finally stopped spinning. As I looked down I saw where he had tucked my grey undies into the waistband of his own pants. The shredded grey fabric displayed like a flag captured from an enemy, and a symbol of my personal humiliation. I had never had an orgasm feel so good. After letting me catch my breath he pulled my back to my feet, tucking my now limp cock back into my jeans, giving my empty balls a light squeeze. He placed a soft kiss gently on my lips, only pulling back when I started to speak. “… That was an absolutely devastating wedgie” my words gentle yet bold. “I know…” he offered little in the way of surprise, but spoke volumes in intimidation. “It was so humiliating. So painful. I’ve never felt so alive in my fucking life…” “I am sure…” My breath hitched as my lips met his again, wrapping my arms around his thick waist. “And Goddammit I want to do it again…” He let out a low laugh as his lips parted slightly, his teeth grazing my lower lip. As he pulled me into him I felt the strange sensation of my jeans rubbing against my now commando ass. Even while coming down from the pain I couldn’t be torn away from his words as he spoke to me so kindly, like he hadn’t just completely emasculated and humiliated me. “I think we could make that happen…”

The adrenaline that pumped through my blood made the walk back to the car seem like a lifetime. Each step we took lead to more and more thoughts in my own mind, only interrupted every so often by the sensation of my hand being held by his.

When we finally made it back to the lot behind our chosen dinner spot I couldn’t help but smile. I must have lingered on his face for a good 30 seconds before he spoke.

He leaned into me, cupping my junk through my jeans, and running his fingers over the contours of my semi erect dick and spoke, “Be sure to tune into the podcast next week. I have a dirty story about a wedgie boy I think some people would just love to hear…” 

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A huge thank you once again to both Mister Kristofer and Pup AMP for allowing me to write this story, and for all of the amazing stuff they share with the community. 

Please check out the links below!

Watts the Safeword YouTube Channel:

 https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCokRyLsHxh-NykvT4uA6n2g

Watts Your Safeword Podcast:

https://www.wattsthesafeword.com/podcast

Watts Your Safeword Wedgie Episode:

https://www.wattsthesafeword.com/podcast/2020/08/28/foreplay-mc8gd-hk35k-xfxh4-23awc-s4dfd?rq=wedgie

Mr. Kristofer Weston:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/kristoferweston?lang=en

Instagram: @mrkristoferweston

Pup AMP:

Link Tree: https://linktr.ee/pupamp

SOCIAL MEDIA: 

https://allmylinks.com/royally-wedgied

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“No, stop! Stop looking!” Andrew tried turning his back and shifting his hips to hide the massive hole in the crotch of his jeans. They must’ve torn when he got in the truck, but now that they were on the freeway there was little he could do about it.

“C’mon Andrew, it’s just us bros here, relax.” Tyler said from the passenger seat, but he had a mischivious look on his face. Andrew was just too easy to embarrass, especially when it came to his underwear. He even wore a belt for the express reason that he didn’t want anyone to see his waistband when he bent over. Needless to say, Andrew was mortified by his current situation.

“No, stop! Sto-“ Andrew stopped mid word as a loud ripping sound filled the cabin. In his frantic contortions to try and hide the hole, he’d accidentally made it bigger. Tyler and Andrew looked down to see the hole now stretched a solid six inches down the inseam of his jeans. You could now see the pink flesh of his inner thighs and the leg hole of his black briefs.

“What was that?” Jackson asked from the back seat.

Andrew met Tyler’s gaze with wide eyes and frantically shook his head, but Tyler was having too much fun.

“Andrew‘a wearing briefs!!!” He shouted with a huge smile and a cackle of laughter.

“No I’m not!” Andrew shouted reflexively.

“You are?” Jackson asked in amusement.

“No! No I’m not.” Andrew’s voice was pleading.

Unfortunately for him, Jackson wanted in on the fun.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.” Jackson said.

“What do you me—YYYYYOOOOOOOWWWWWW!” Andrew screamed. Jackson had reached around the seat from both sides, and was now giving Andrew a massive wedgie.

Andrew’s face went from red to purple with humiliation as Jackson yanked his briefs up so hard that he was no longer sitting on the seat, but hovering an inch above it. Andrew whimpered as Jackson snapped the waist band onto the headrest of the seat so that Andrew hung from it, bouncing his wedgie with every bump in the road.

“What’s the verdict, Tyler?” Jackson asked. Andrew’s heart dropped as he saw Tyler’s phone flash. Tyler grinned maniacally at Andrew, and showed the phone to Jackson.

“I’d say it’s pretty definitive, Jackson.” Tyler cackled.

Credit to @grabhimbyhisunderwear for the photo!

[22wedgie]

Just saw my dads blue briefs. They were bunched up in the back.