Wedgie Stories

28M, gay. Just a blog where I like things that turn me on, such as men’s briefs, boxer briefs or jockstraps, sagging, and wedgies. Wanted to create wedgie stories that I’ve wanted to find. All stories are designed to be for 18+

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Showing off that tighty whitey waistband is just asking for it bro 😂

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Wedgie at the gym - Part one

Originally posted on wedgiemen.com by grundy_guy

I live in a small town in Indiana and I go to a small gym. It’s a bigger chain but a smaller location and there aren’t a lot of people there on any given day. There are three guys who I see there a lot who are huge beefy brick shit-houses. Two of them are super tall, 6’2” & 6’4”,

but the other one is maybe 5’9”, closer to my height at 5’8”. The guy who is 6’4” is my favorite. I have a huge crush on him. My partner always asks, “Was the brick shit-house there today?” He is huge! He has nice broad shoulders and beautiful arms. He’s so tall and he has really rugged good looks. He has light brown hair and dark brown eyes, a really square jaw and high cheek bones and always has a little stubble growing. It drives me crazy. I’ve gotten busted checking him out twice. He always smiles back and says “hey.” I occasionally talk to them as it’s a small gym and they call me “little dude”. So what does this have to do with wedgies? I’ll tell you. The two bigger guys are always given the littlest guy wedgies. They’re just one or two tuggers, but when it comes to the arms on these guys, one or two tugs go a long way. The smallest one seems to have a napoleon complex, actually he does have one, I just didn’t know until after this particular story. But, they always get a rise out of him and he tries to get them back and they laugh at him and he usually gets pretty pissed. He’s also pretty stocky with a massive chest and very well defined arms. I think he works harder than the other two, just because of his Napolean complex. I think his build is less natural than the other two, but I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers.

Anyway, one day I was doing preacher curls on the curling bench with a barbell and the brick shit-house and his friends were behind me at the upright row station. This happened to be one of the days where they were giving the little guy wedgies. I don’t know his name, but since he’s the smallest I call him Kurt. It makes sense to me. Every time Kurt tries to start his set of upright rows one of them gives him a wedgie. He’s getting really pissed and the other two laugh harder the more pissed he gets. I can see all this through a mirror in front of me and I can’t help but laugh silently as Kurt struggles to pull his underwear out of his butt.

Kurt thinks he’s yelled loud enough to get his friends to stop and let him finish his set. But, when he turns back to the bar, they both grab his underwear and hike them up to his shoulder blades. Kurt lets out a loud groan. His two friends let go after about ten or fifteen seconds, not long enough if you ask me. Kurt is pulling his underwear out of his butt and is swearing some more at his friends when he catches sight of me in the mirror, laughing at him.

“Don’t laugh at me dude. You’ll be next.” He warns. 

I’m so shocked, I turn red. I try to play it off like I wasn’t looking and go on to my next set.

“Yeah” says the bigger guy, who is not the brick-shit house, I call him Dolf because he looks like a dark haired Dolf Lungren, “Once you’ve spotted us, you’re fair game for wedgies.”

“I’ll consider myself warned.” I said, lamely.

I’m so flustered I have to stop the set. The idea of them paying this much attention to me gets my juices flowing. My balls shift as more blood starts to flow to the region and I put my head down on the bench to concentrate on not getting a boner.

It was a few moments later when it happened. While my head was still down I felt a strong pair of large hands grab my wrists and pin them to the bench. I looked up and it was the Brick Shit-House towering over me, leering down at me with a sadistic grin. I didn’t have much time to take the situation in as I was very quickly paying attention to a pair of hands on my underpants. Sitting at the preacher curl bench my ass was pointing skyward, practically begging for a wedgie. Well, I was going to get one.

Kurt took the energy he wanted to put into the upright row and put it into my wedgie. The first yank was excruciating as I was helpless to stop my underpants from rushing into my ass crack. I could feel Kurt’s hands at my shoulder blades. He had yanked my underwear most the way up my back on the first yank.

“That’s what you get for laughing at me.” Kurt laughed.

The Brick Shit-House was laughing as well and Dolf was too. Dolf started laughing very hard and started saying “Wait!” over and over.

“Wait for what?” Kurt asked.

“Look.” Dolf was still laughing. “He’s got tighty-whiteys on.”

“Oh no way” The Brick Shit-House laughed and leaned over me to see. I could smell his B.O. It was musty and bitter and I liked it.

“I can’t believe you got them so high on your first yank” Brick said, “What kind of underwear are those?”

“They’re sports stretch briefs” I told him, “and they’re fucking killing me.”

There was a brief second of some minor relief as Kurt recoiled for a second yank. With the force of a freight train, Kurt pulled higher. The front panel of my underpants started to enter my anus, folding my nuts back and squashing my dick on the way. My ass crack was on fire. I let out a pained “oh!” as I lost my breath a little bit.

“Holy Shit” said Brick, “You’re going to pull them over his head!”

He no longer needed to lean over me to see my underpants as Kurt had them up to my neck. 

“Okay, okay. You got me. Let go please.” I was still trying to catch a breath. I believe my balls had curled up into my stomach.

“Sorry dude. This is too hilarious. I have to see if I can get them over your head.” Kurt said. “It’s just one of those things. I have to do it.”

Dolf was practically rolling on the floor.

Kurt yanked really hard twice in a row. My balls definitely retracted that time. The front band of my underwear was between my legs and my dick was folded in somewhere in the stretched out fabric between my legs. My underwear went further inside my body than I thought was possible.

“Seriously, I think I just lost a testicle.” I said, barely able to catch a breath.

“Shut up already little dude.” Kurt said, “I know it hurts. Unless you have a suggestion on how to get them over your head I don’t want to hear it.”

Kurt was clearly frustrated that he could only get my waistband to the base of my skull. Instead of recoiling for another yank, he just started applying upward pressure with both hands. I made odd grunts and other odd noises as he strained to give me an atomic wedgie.

“You have to bend his head back” Brick Shit-House offered, “His back has to arch. You’ll never get it this way.”

“This is the stretchiest underwear ever. I can get it over his head.” Kurt insisted, yanking up on my underwear for emphasis. I was pretty sure my ass was bleeding.

“Look at the leg holes,” Dolf was still laughing, “I can fit my head through one of those?”

“Little Dude, why won’t your underpants go over your head?” The Brick Shit-House laughed, “Seriously, Jim. I think he’s had enough.”

Apparently Kurt’s name was Jim. But that wouldn’t stop me from calling him Kurt.

“One minute guys,” Kurt said as I groaned in protest, “Help me out. Everyone take a side.”

Dolf was in right away. Suddenly they were both behind me, each with two hands on my stretched out waist band. As they were adjusting they finally gave my undies some slack and my privates a little relief. I wriggled a little to try and loosen some of the fabric from my crotch and crack and hoping that my testicles might descend…intact. My wriggling started Dolf laughing again. 

The Brick Shit-House was trying to adjust his grip on my wrists and grab my underpants at the same time. I was getting very nervous as my dick began to grow at the prospect of him touching my underwear. My oblivious dick was just setting itself up for more searing pain from my front waistband which still had it pinned, bent in half, between my legs.

“Hold on.” Kurt said, “I need you in back. You’re the tallest. We’ll take the sides. Take this…”

He tugged the fabric between the legs holes which was completely exposed. The seam between the front and back panel was probably well above my gym shorts. The tugging renewed the pain and the helpless feeling of ownership. They all followed Kurt’s instructions and took their new positions. Kurt grabbed my left hand and the left side of my undies while Dolf had my right side. The Brick Shit-House was behind my positioning his left hand on my waistband and his right hand on the fabric between the leg holes. It was all framed in front of me in the mirror. My dick was a raging hard-on as I saw The Brick Shit-House behind me with a sadistic grin on his face.

“1…2…3”

All three of them lifted me up at the same time as high as they could. My underpants were eight feet up in the air and my ass was six feet in the air. They laughed at my face which was contorted in pain. My balls were in my throat and my dick was being slowly sliced by my front waistband. It was the pain in my anus that was unbearable.  My ass was being spread, torn and burned by my own underpants against my own body weight.

“Oh yes!” Shouted Kurt, “It’s gonna go over his head.”

“Bounce him.” Said the Brick Shit-House.

The low dominant sound of his voice turned me on, but I barely noticed the sensation of pleasure and they started bouncing me up and down. The inertia of my weight and their strength made my underwear feel like a burning blade along my chode and ass crack. I couldn’t believe how far into my body my underwear was going. My dick finally popped out of my underpants on the fifth or sixth yank and the remaining two inches of my underpants that my dick had been stopping from entering my anus, entered. As my feet touched the floor I knew it was my last reprieve before excrutiating pain. My front waistband was now at the edge of my anus. I was truly being wedged in half by my underpants. The guys had figured out how to bounce me so that I didn’t quite touch the floor before they pulled up again. In the mirror, I looked like a pathetic bouncing rag doll…with a huge hard-on. I knew my underpants had to be close to being able to pull over my head, but the guys were having too much fun with the bouncing. It now felt like something was pulling my ass cheeks apart to opposite sides of the room. The front panel had been reduced to a thin white rope that was digging in and burning the flesh off my ass crack and causing excrutiating searing pain. Worse, though, was the humiliation of not being in control of my own underpants; being in excrutiating pain as my tormentors laughed and enjoyed my humiliation while…Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip!!!

I fell straight to the ground and backwards into the Brick Shit-House. He pulled the ripped waistband over my head and let it rest on my forehead just above my 

eyebrows. The trainer had just walked in, a very built man named Rick.

“Problem with your underwear, buddy?” He was trying not to laugh.

“He’s okay.” Brick Shit-House said as he turned me towards him, “Are you okay?”

“I think I’ll need to put burn cream on my ass crack and I hope my testicles come back down some day.” I replied, pathetically.

“I didn’t mean that.” He said and looked down at my crotch. I still had a boner. He winked at me.

“Okay, no more horseplay.” The trainer said.

“Just the waistband ripped,” Kurt said “Let’s rip the rest off.”  

“No no no.” Brick Shit-House said, “That’s enough.”

He did an awkward things were he grabbed my triceps and pulled up a little so I was on my tippy-toes.

“Pull his pants down though.” He said.

Before I could process what was happening I felt my pants go down around my ankles. The Brick Shit-House pulled me closer to him and held his thigh against my dick.

They all laughed in surprise at how high up my crack my underpants were stuck.

“Dude, I think they’re fused to your tailbone.” Dolf laughed.

As they continued to laugh, The Brick Shit-House let go of my arms and I covered my fading boner. He bent down and pulled up my pants for me as I began to remove the fabric from my ass crack. I let out a long loud yell as I peeled my shredded underpants off of my wounded ass crack.

“Yes!” I cried. “My testicles just descended.” They all laughed and patted me on the back. They gave me the “I owned you, touch fists” gesture and I returned it. I had definitely won their favor even if it was with blood. This was just the beginning of my wedgie adventures with the Brick Shit-House.

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Request + Story (Puma)

Request: Anyone who has photos of themselves, or can get me pictures of men in Puma underwear, please feel free to DM me. It’s tough to find, but I find it really hot.

Story: I was eating food at a restaurant today and I saw someone, lift up their shirt. He had darker skin, looked to be slightly taller than me, and had red basketball shorts on, probably in their 20s. I saw a hint of their abs, but what really caught my eye was their underwear. They were the type of person that used their underwear to hold their phone in place, and I wish they took longer to do so. I was able to see their grey steel Puma waistband and a good portion of the aqua blue fabric from underneath. And that was what I needed in order to daydream what could happen next.

I could see it now. It’s just him and I in this restaurant. He stands up to leave, lifts up his shirt and reveals his underwear. I spring up and practically run towards him. With the element of surprise, I’m able to grab a fistful of the front of his boxer briefs. I grab them with my right hand and yank up, then take my left hand and push him backwards, with his back hitting the table and I hold a wad of his boxer briefs in my hand in front of him. I take this opportunity to wrench his boxer briefs up, him groaning and quivering at this feeling. I’m able to enjoy his Puma boxer briefs, immediately growing hard at the first sight of them, and staying hard this whole time. I am only able to yank them up a few times before he’s able to recover and realize what happened. All I can say is “sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.”

Hopefully with a little luck, he’d feel cocky enough to return the favor, and really let me have it. I did start it after all, and with his muscles, he could easily overpower me and teach me a lesson. All he would need to do is grab my wrist and squeeze until I relinquished my grasp from his underwear. He wouldn’t even worry about fixing his underwear or his shorts from everything that happened. While holding my wrist, he would just stand up from his torment, then pull me towards him in a quick jerk. I would lose balance and fall into his chest. While holding my wrist with his left hand, and squeezing it to keep me in line, my face pressed into his wedgied Puma boxer briefs, he would take his left hand and start lifting up my shirt from the back. I would protest a little and he would squeeze my wrist again. With his left hand, he’d find where my shirt and the waistband of my pants meet. At this point, I’ve stopped protesting and agreed to let him have his way with me. He can tell too because he lines me up with the table and bends me forward, my chest laying on the table as he continues to teach me.

He switches hands and holds me down with just his large left hand pressed on my left shoulder as he stands behind me. He moves slowly to continue to remind me of my inferiority. He lifts up my shirt to find my lower back and the waistband of my briefs. He and I both know that if I’m dumb enough to give, then I only deserve to receive. He takes the back of my briefs and yanks them out of my pants, causing the grey fabric to launch out of its position and work its way up my back. With 2 full yanks with his right hand, this man is able to get them to the middle of my back. He pulls me back up to a standing position, then takes both of his hands on my briefs and pulls on my briefs hard enough to be suspended in the air. He takes one final yank by my legholes and with two bounces, takes pleasure in listening to my legholes scream for his mercy.

He lets me back down on the ground and lets me leave, knowing that I paid the price for being too excited to see more of his boxer briefs, that is, without asking of course.

[socalwedgie]

Got the wedgie of my life

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Give yourself a frontal wedgie in your tighty whities and crush your dick and balls. That’s all they’re gonna be used for anyways

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Following a request from a DM, decided to post another story.

You got dressed today thinking it was going to be a great day. You put on some of your stretchy tighty whities, a green shirt, and jeans, even throwing a belt on. You know that Paul is coming over today and you’re excited to spend time with another bro.

Paul comes over and you immediately start playing games together, allowing time to fly by without thinking much of your attire, or the fact that Paul has clearly been working out. You tell Paul that you’ll be right back after using the restroom. You go in by yourself and do your business. As you are finishing up, you open the door to Paul standing there, looking down at you.

“Were you hoping I didn’t notice or something?” he mutters. You appear confused and you stare back at him with that expression on your face. Unfortunately, that face also looks like a challenge, which is what Paul took it as. With no additional words, he puts his hands under your armpits and hoists you into the air. You gasp as you try to hold your hands to the door behind you and figure out what he’s doing. He lifts you up high enough for the waistband of your undies to strap to the hook at the top of the door. As soon as you’re connected, he lets go, immediately allowing gravity to drop you and suspend you by your briefs. You yelp in shock, in surprise, in pain as your briefs immediately shriek to the pressure and launch out of your pants to stretch your body. Your legholes are immediately on display, while your pants keep your wedgie in place from your belt.

“I had no idea you missed our wedgie sessions! But seeing your nerd undies, and with my constant trips to the gym, it told me everything I needed! Hope you enjoyed this one!” Paul says as he snaps a picture of your situation, packs up and leaves, allowing you to hang in your defeat. He’s not wrong though, because why else would you wear tighty whities??

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Dominating You

I walk inside your house. You think I’m just there to be your friend to play video games with you, but we are both wishing, lusting for the same thing: me to dominate you. You keep teasing me, taunting me when you win, acting like I don’t notice when you keep adjusting your shirt and I see the waistband of your underwear, eventually taking your shirt off, claiming it’s too hot. I agree and take mine off too. All I’m waiting for is the perfect reason now, something that warrants me ruining you for the evening. And you give it to me.

You ask me to stand up and when I do, you giggle and pull my basketball shorts down. I’m standing there in only my red Reebok boxer briefs. Since that’s what you want, I’ll stay that way, but you just invited a whole world of hurt for starting this. I push you up against the wall, and you make it too easy by practically flinging yourself there. I pull your shorts down. Really? Wirarpa briefs? Are they pink? Now you know what must be done. I grab the back of your head and pull you towards me, practically bending you in half and have you staring at the floor. I place your head between my legs, as you feel the thighs of my boxer briefs, and my hard cock resting on the back of your head. I then reach down and grab your briefs by the waistband. Immediately, I lean back, yanking your briefs with me. You get no warning. Why would you? You deserve this. I grab fistful by fistful of your briefs, making the seams of your briefs scream for mercy as they travel up your back and to the back of your neck. You moan and shake, quivering at this feeling. We both know we want to be in these roles as you continue to feel my dick growing on you.

I release the back of your head from my thighs as you continue leaning forward. I take the waistband of your briefs and snap them to your forehead, watching as your briefs are now connected to being a thin piece of fabric and squishing your fully erect cock against your stomach, yearning for release. I take my fingers and slide them down the fabric on your ass until I get to your hole, then grab from there and pull and tug a few times, watching your dick bounce from the pressure. I take my other hand and smack your pale ass as you whimper, but never surrender.

I can hear your tip squelching and oozing precum out of yourself when I keep going. I grip your bulge and squeeze, then place my hand into the front of your tight briefs, getting precum on my hands, then rubbing your precum all over your face. You’re enjoying this way too much though. Now, we both know this is what you wanted. You ever want me to come back for round 2, I’ll be there. I push you to the floor, pick up my basketball shorts and shirt, and walk out of your house, leaving you to jerk off in peace.

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Question: For any horny general doctors, and the patient drops their pants and maybe underwear, do any of you look or care to know what underwear they’re wearing?

For any horny patients, do you wear specific underwear, knowing the doctor is going to see it? This I guess would also apply to the massage parlor like my last story, or the gym. Is it just me?

[wedgiemore]

[wtstories]

I found it! This was one of my favorite videos when I was starting my kink and I love it. The way the victim accepts his fate and moans, the way that his bully is so over powerful and degrades him, I just wish it were me sometimes instead and wanted to make sure that it was posted somewhere that I could always find

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Masseuse Wedgie (M/M)

This is something I’ve always wanted to have happen to me, but I’m assuming it never will, so it looks like it’ll happen to me here.

I walk into the massage parlor to find almost all the lights off, ambient spa music playing. I walk up to the front desk to find a woman speaking in almost a whisper, asking me what I’d like done and what gender I’d prefer. I say male, and the type of massage is up to them on what they think I need. I sit down in the waiting room, before a large man walks into the lobby, calling my name. I stand up and walk with him into a private room. He tells me to strip to my comfort level, and leaves the room. Because this is my first time with him, I take my shirt, shoes and socks, but leave my pants and underwear on. I climb on to the table and assume the position, face down, ass up, like a typical massage.

He walks into the room and announces his name as Dave. Dave turns on music, at a bit of a loud volume, then gets the oil in his hands. He starts working my back, my shoulder blades, my arms. As he moves to my lower back, my body has been being bounced around by Dave, and my black waistband of my briefs becomes noticeable. All I hear him say is, “What are you wearing down here?” And my eyes shoot open wide, as I bite my bottom lip, hoping he investigates. I feel Dave’s hand on my lower back, then lifting my pants up slightly just to read the waistband of my underwear clearly - “Hanes”. Dave then says, “Hanes huh? What kind?” I’m a little confused at first, but I’m glad we are going this direction, and my dick begins to harden under the table. I say “Briefs!” Dave responds by saying “Oh, you like wearing briefs huh?” I respond, with a “Yeah they’re some of my favorite pairs.” He says “Yeah, me too, especially like Pump and Champion, and Calvin Klein, you heard of those?” We continue this conversation for a bit. He asks me what other underwear I have. I answer honestly, “Adidas sports briefs, Calvin Klein boxer briefs, Reebok boxer briefs, Nike trunks, Under Armour boxer briefs, and these Hanes briefs.” He tells me that he likes being a masseuse both for the massage, and to see what people are wearing. This is when I go in for the kill by saying, “Well, if you couldn’t see them very well, you can always grab them and look some more?”

He stops massaging me for a moment. I fear that I messed up. After a few seconds, he says, “You don’t say…” He walks up to my side, and shimmies my pants down, about an inch to better see what he’s working with. “Well given it’s a client request, I have to oblige.” Dave teases. He walks back up to my head and places his hands on my back as he slides them down to my lower back. He grips the black waistband, with the word Hanes bunched into his fists. It was at this moment that I realized how much this is going to hurt since his profession is largely based on how strong he is.

Without warning, he leans back and pulls my briefs with him. The black waistband and dark green fabric emerge from my pants with such intense ferocity, like this is not the first time someone has asked him. Enough that my legs come off the table for a moment. I moan and quiver at this response, in which he turns up the music with one hand so no one can hear me scream and moan for him. He recoils by leaning forward, up to my neck, and yanking back again, his two hands up to my shoulder blades with my undies. I groan and mutter, rocking my body back and forth in pleasure. “One more and I think I can get this atomic,” Dave says, which confirms to me that this is not his first wedgie to give before. First, he grabs the legholes and gives small wedgies there, to help the fabric and seams pop open a bit more. He then takes a wad of my briefs, his hand covering waistband to leghole and pulling back on that to hear the fabric sound like it’s ripping, cotton bursting at the seams, my hole being on fire as my hard cock is squished into the table. He goes back to my stretched out waistband, and heaves one final time, as I loudly moan and gasp. He gets the waistband up to my head, but rather than lifting up my head, he wraps my waistband over the pillow and snaps it to my forehead there, practically strapping me to the table by my underwear. Dave doesn’t skip a beat and continues to knead the skin of my lower back, as well as part of my ass now that this wedgie has made that possible. A massage happening to my ass while a wedgie is taking place would be incredible.

As I sit there immobilized because of my underwear, Dave continues the massage. Because of the pain, I don’t feel Dave taking my pants off and leaving me in just my green briefs strapped to the table. He massages the rest of my ass, followed by my thighs, calves, and feet. As I begin to question what’s happening, he reminds me by taking a fistful of my briefs that are roped into my ass and yanking until he hears me whimper. He ends this session by grabbing my phone near my stuff, taking pictures of what I look like, and putting the phone back. He says, “You ever want more requests done, here’s my business card.” And he places it on top of the pile of my stuff. He tells me to take as much time as I want, flipping the sign on the door to “Do not disturb” then leaves the room, as I sit there shocked to what just happened. Needless to say, I will be requesting for Dave next time!

I doubt this would ever happen, but here’s an exaggerated version of what I’m hoping to happen! Comment down below what brands of briefs or boxer briefs you’d like to see in stories!

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Anyone else find waistbands really hot? Like people bending over, or changing in front of you and seeing Puma, or Hanes, or Champions, things like that? Of course wedgies are hot, but just innocent glances of men’s waistbands are super sexy too. Anyone else agree? Comment below of your favorite brand of waistband to see on another guy!

[time-traveler-in-space]

He knows he is teasing people walking down the aisle.

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Your boyfriend keeps bending over in stores, and this is the third time that he’s bent over like this in the store. He knows by now that you’ll give him a wedgie, and he loves the feeling, but this is the first time he’s teased you in public like this! It’s about time to remind your boyfriend just what happens when he acts like this.

The next time he bends down like this, you grip his waistband with both hands and yank straight up, not to cause pain, but to remind him that his undies are showing. You pull him up to his feet, then let go. He turns around and his face is beet red, both embarrassment, but also turned on. This is his first wedgie in public and you were right, he was seeing if you would do it in public. You whisper in his ear “bathroom. 2 minutes.” By the time he’s tucked his tighty whities back together, he turns around to see you have disappeared. All you see is your boyfriend practically running for the bathroom!

He walks into a private bathroom built for one person at a time, and walks in on you in there. As soon as he walks in, you press his back up to the wall, and grip the front of his waistband and yank up, covering his belly button with his Hanes. You turn him around, grab his tighty whities with both hands and lift, pulling and tugging until the cotton looks like rope and his legholes are showing. You follow by gripping his legholes and yank on those too. Your boyfriend in the meantime is clawing at the wall, moaning and shrieking in pleasure. You reach around and put your hands on his stomach, and place your right hand inside his tighty whities, gripping around his hard cock, practically dripping with precum. With your left hand, you give small pulls to the back of his briefs, while rubbing and holding his shaft and kissing his neck. All you hear is incoherent sounds of happiness from your twink boyfriend.

You end his pleasure by rubbing him enough to cum from all the pressure, leaving the front of his tighty whities transparent. You stop kissing him, rub his cum along his face with your right hand, then whisper “you better keep that wedgie in until we get home, cutie.” Then you kiss him and walk out of the bathroom, waiting for your boyfriend to catch up so you can finish your errands and pick up where you left off when you get home.

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Hey, love your stories! Got a bunch of pictures on my page/camera roll if you ever wanted to write more stories based on pictures.

Oh yeah, I’d love to, just send me what you got, and I’ll do my best!

[wedgieguy19]

Have you ever thought how awkward it would be to dish out a ripping wedgie in real life? 1 minute of your bully working you from behind. Nice.

[wtstories]

There’s something purely delicious about this video. Maybe it’s the wife beater that the bully is wearing. Maybe it’s his grinning the entire time, or the fact that no words were said, just a bully that has trained his nerd to be in his place. Did you see how he went right to the wall when his bully appeared, didn’t even try to run? Or the fact that he didn’t complain when his Hanes tighty whities were in this man’s hands and were being stretched until they were ripped off?

A case could be made that this fag wanted it to happen. He just moaned and exhaled, listening to his undies being ripped to shreds. In addition, it’s all on OnlyFans now too, so you can tell that he’s been getting wedgies for some time. This nerd keeps putting on tighty whities, and probably keeps buying them from the store. Those store employees have to know something’s up, considering how much underwear he’s purchased from them this past week. Oh well, just something delicious for the rest of us gay bullies to enjoy!

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Pic Request (not me, someone requested a story off the pic)

Can you imagine walking into a restroom and seeing this nerd, all by his lonesome? You’d be wondering, did some other bully put him in his place and hang him by his tighty whities into a urinal? For everyone to piss on him and remind him of his place? What if, he did this to himself? You haven’t seen anyone else in this building for quite some time? If that’s the case, you’ve gotta give him some credit. Calvin Klein is a great brand. If you’re going to be a nerd and wear tighty whities, at least have some class. And also, giving yourself a hanging wedgie on a urinal is tough to do. Now, it’s your job to either pick up where this bully left off, or teach this fag a lesson.

Without words explaining how or why, you walk up to this loser and grip the front of his briefs. With one hand, you grip his waistband and tug upwards, to listen to the moans that you live to hear, watching his balls bounce out and his dick be constrained by the only white fabric that’s leaving him concealed. You begin to bounce him with one hand, destined to either rip him of his briefs and give him relief, either from his bully’s torment, or his sexual gratification whichever one happened.

With both hands, you grab him by his briefs and bounce, yank, tug, whatever needs to happen for those seams to begin popping. He finally looks at you after his several groans, and you’re just not sure on what caused this to happen. Rather than trying to figure out the why, you settle for the solution. You reach one hand into his briefs and begin to stroke his shaft, giving him a handjob, while you continue to pull on his legholes. You let him reach his hand into your shorts and grab your bulge of your Saxx boxer briefs, as he knows you’re enjoying this too. Finally, as he releases and squirts down his legs, you decide to end it once and for all by ripping his briefs off of him, leaving him naked and dripping cum down his legs. At least you’re a decent person and throw him a pair of basketball shorts from the lost and found before you leave, letting him continue to figure out what to do next with his miserable life.

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Imagine Your Bully

Can you imagine your bully seeing you in the hallway? Just the two of you in the room? Imagine that he grabs your hair, yanks you back towards him, then pushes you into the wall. He chuckles, as you and him both know that he’s in charge as you grunt and groan with your hands against the wall and your back turned towards him as he stands behind you.

Imagine that the next thing you feel is his large hands on your hips, as he mentions that he’s about to have his way with you. Imagine his hands pulling your shirt up from being tucked into your pants, and he digs his right hand into your pants to grab a fistful of your nerdy tighty whities. He chuckles as he knows that you know what’s about to happen. He whispers in your ear and you can’t help but know what he says before he says it, “it’s wedgie time.”

He yanks you up with his right arm as he lifts the waistband of your underwear out of your pants. You can feel your legs tighten, and every spot of your body coils up as your ass is in pain. He switches to putting both of his hands on your undies and lifts with all of his strength, lifting you up into the air, bouncing you, and holding you in the air by nothing but your tighty whities. Imagine that you hear him grunt and chuckle, reminding why he’s in charge, and why you deserve this. Your choice in underwear reminds you why you’re such a loser. He bounces you one more time as your legholes peek out of your pants and he descends you back down to the ground.

He ends his torment with you by pulling your pants down and smacking your ass. Right before he walks away, he whispers in your ear, “anytime you want a wedgie, just keep wearing these fucking tighty whities, bitch.” He punches you in the balls as you recoil in pain, your ass being in pain from your wedgie, and your balls being squished from his fist, and from the front of your briefs that have been pressed into your stomach from the wedgie. He slams you into the ground and walks away, leaving you to figure out what to do next with your miserable life.

Wouldn’t that be great to imagine?