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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. Itās a bigger chain but a smaller location and there arenāt 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, 6ā2ā & 6ā4ā,
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. Itās 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. Itās 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, Iām 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. Iām 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 heās able to recover and realize what happened. All I can say is āsorry, I just couldnāt help myself.ā
Hopefully with a little luck, heād 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 wouldnāt 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, heād find where my shirt and the waistband of my pants meet. At this point, Iāve 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 Iām 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.
Got the wedgie of my life
Give yourself a frontal wedgie in your tighty whities and crush your dick and balls. Thatās all theyāre gonna be used for anyways
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 youāre 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 youāll 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.
āWere you hoping I didnāt notice or something?ā 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 heās 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 youāre 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.
āI 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!ā Paul says as he snaps a picture of your situation, packs up and leaves, allowing you to hang in your defeat. Heās not wrong though, because why else would you wear tighty whities??
Dominating You
I walk inside your house. You think Iām 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 donāt notice when you keep adjusting your shirt and I see the waistband of your underwear, eventually taking your shirt off, claiming itās too hot. I agree and take mine off too. All Iām 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. Iām standing there in only my red Reebok boxer briefs. Since thatās what you want, Iāll 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. Youāre 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, Iāll 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.
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 theyāre 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?
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
Masseuse Wedgie (M/M)
This is something Iāve always wanted to have happen to me, but Iām assuming it never will, so it looks like itāll 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 Iād like done and what gender Iād 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, āWhat are you wearing down here?ā And my eyes shoot open wide, as I bite my bottom lip, hoping he investigates. I feel Daveās hand on my lower back, then lifting my pants up slightly just to read the waistband of my underwear clearly - āHanesā. Dave then says, āHanes huh? What kind?ā Iām a little confused at first, but Iām glad we are going this direction, and my dick begins to harden under the table. I say āBriefs!ā Dave responds by saying āOh, you like wearing briefs huh?ā I respond, with a āYeah theyāre some of my favorite pairs.ā He says āYeah, me too, especially like Pump and Champion, and Calvin Klein, you heard of those?ā We continue this conversation for a bit. He asks me what other underwear I have. I answer honestly, āAdidas sports briefs, Calvin Klein boxer briefs, Reebok boxer briefs, Nike trunks, Under Armour boxer briefs, and these Hanes briefs.ā 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, āWell, if you couldnāt see them very well, you can always grab them and look some more?ā
He stops massaging me for a moment. I fear that I messed up. After a few seconds, he says, āYou donāt sayā¦ā He walks up to my side, and shimmies my pants down, about an inch to better see what heās working with. āWell given itās a client request, I have to oblige.ā 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. āOne more and I think I can get this atomic,ā 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 itās 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 doesnāt 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 donāt 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 whatās 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, āYou ever want more requests done, hereās my business card.ā 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 āDo not disturbā 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 hereās an exaggerated version of what Iām hoping to happen! Comment down below what brands of briefs or boxer briefs youād like to see in stories!
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 menās waistbands are super sexy too. Anyone else agree? Comment below of your favorite brand of waistband to see on another guy!
He knows he is teasing people walking down the aisle.
Your boyfriend keeps bending over in stores, and this is the third time that heās bent over like this in the store. He knows by now that youāll give him a wedgie, and he loves the feeling, but this is the first time heās teased you in public like this! Itās 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 ābathroom. 2 minutes.ā By the time heās 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 āyou better keep that wedgie in until we get home, cutie.ā 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.
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, Iād love to, just send me what you got, and Iāll do my best!
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.
Thereās something purely delicious about this video. Maybe itās the wife beater that the bully is wearing. Maybe itās 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, didnāt even try to run? Or the fact that he didnāt complain when his Hanes tighty whities were in this manās 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, itās all on OnlyFans now too, so you can tell that heās 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 somethingās up, considering how much underwear heās purchased from them this past week. Oh well, just something delicious for the rest of us gay bullies to enjoy!
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Can you imagine walking into a restroom and seeing this nerd, all by his lonesome? Youād 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 havenāt seen anyone else in this building for quite some time? If thatās the case, youāve gotta give him some credit. Calvin Klein is a great brand. If youāre 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, itās 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 thatās 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 bullyās 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 youāre 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 youāre 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 youāre 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.
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 heās 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 heās 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 whatās about to happen. He whispers in your ear and you canāt help but know what he says before he says it, āitās wedgie time.ā
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 heās in charge, and why you deserve this. Your choice in underwear reminds you why youāre 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, āanytime you want a wedgie, just keep wearing these fucking tighty whities, bitch.ā 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.
Wouldnāt that be great to imagine?