tales-of-unfortunate-friction: “Huge Problems, Little Brother, Tiny Briefs… ” Pt.

tales-of-unfortunate-friction: “Huge Problems, Little Brother, Tiny Briefs… ” Pt. 2 Request by @Shane234a After a good minute of silence Wyatt spoke up, looking his brother right in the face.“You’re either going to be humiliated to the point you can’t ever show your face in this town again and won’t ever be able to leave because who would hire the gay for pay wedgie bitch? You’ll never get tail in this town again, and every single day will be as miserable as the last 17 years of my life, maybe even worse…” Wyatt mauled over Shaun’s options.“Or you can endure our wrath for the night, and do as we say. You’ll have to hide your TWs all the time. From the frat, from any girl you go home with, during laundry day, oh God, and don’t even get me started on games of football? One wrong tackle and your testicles will be up higher in you than a Vikings field goal!” he paused again, “But, you’ll have your reputation in tack. You can get a good job, save money to move, and forget this ever happened. You can buy new underwear, and live life a free man…”Joey spoke up, raising an eyebrow at Shaun.“And don’t think for one fucking minute we won’t be checking your underwear drawer, laundry baskets, and if you’re going commando. If you cheat even once, all of it goes out, and we’ll make sure your frat brothers show you a wedgie throw down right in the middle of campus…”Veeto snared at his bully, taking in the satisfaction of knowing he was going to cry tonight.“Your balls would be so damaged they’d just die and fall off…”Shaun started to shake with fear. He was sweating bullets. He was stuck. He was absolutely stuck. “What’ll it be, wedgie boy?” Wyatt stepped into his brother, delivering a nut tap to his exposed sack. He fell to his knees and started to dry heave. A tear fell from Shaun’s eyes as he thought about it all. Had he just left Wyatt alone that night. He didn’t even plan on giving him that atomic wedgie, he just wanted to watch him cry. He felt strong knowing his brother felt week. He was never safe from having his most intimate garment exposed, pulled over his head, or ripped off. Now? Now it was his turn…He sighed in defeat, eyes looking down at the sand and he extended his hand upwards…“Give me the TWs…” Shaun said, utterly defeated.Joey piped up as he threw them at Shaun’s face.“Used. Used tighty whities. I have slept in them for the last five nights. I guess sometimes it pays to be a gross teenage boy…”Shaun held up the briefs that were at the smallest an XL.“Dude you’re 6'1” and 115lbs soaking wet, these would never fit you! Why do you sleep in them?!“ Shaun’s face twisted in disgust as he stepped into them and pulled them up, having to hold them in place.“I have a very high sex drive. Sometimes I just wake up at night and have to jack it, sometimes 2-3x a night. It’s more convenient to just do it in those and then rollover. They’re big enough that the wet parts don’t touch me, and I am still covered.” Joey stated matter a factly as one could.“THIS IS YOUR CUM RAG?! JOEY WHAT THE FUCK YOU SICK FUCKER!” Shaun wanted to drop the briefs but involuntarily gripped them tighter. “Yep. Five nights of sweat, precum, and jizz. All caked in there like a gnarly teen boy cocktail…” Joey’s smirk had a sense of pride to it.As Shaun gripped them, the rough cotton made contact with his skin. Something was wet…Shaun’s eyes widened.“J-jo-oey… Why is there a wet spot?!” Shaun’s words sputtered from his mouth.“Oh, yeah, while we were hiding I blew a fresh load in them. You’re welcome…” Joey nodded over his should, gesturing to his hiding spot behind the house. “I’m going to be fucking sick…” Shaun turned a shade of pale green that even aliens would envy. As Shaun tried not to toss his cookies Wyatt walked behind his brother, and he nodded at Veeto to grab Shaun’s dark blue jeans off the lawn chair. Wyatt grabbed the back waistband of the undies, holding firmly, but not pulling. He elbowed his brother in his lower back, and then open palm slapped his ballsack from underneath him. The sound of balls hitting flesh, and then the wet squelchy noise of cum rubbing over flesh was incredible. Shaun went down on his knees like a fucking giant. “Now listen here bitch. You’re going to put your pants on, and were going to have a little fun at your expense,” Wyatt’s tone was firm and vile, “Got it?”Shaun silently gripped for his pants, registering the pain in his balls, and the awful wedgie he was getting from the gravity when he tumbled down. Wyatt pulled up hard on the TWs, knowing damn well they weren’t going to rip.“ARE YOU DEAF WEDGIE BITCH? I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!!!”Shaun shuttered at the feeling of Joey’s underwear entering his ass crack, smearing his fresh cum up each inch of his ass. “G-got it…” Shaun pulled his pants up and managed to stand on his two feet. He felt like he was dying. His body was in so much physical pain he thought he was going to combust. And his ego was shattered, alongside his dignity. Was this how he made Wyatt feel? He’d been wedging him since they were 4 and 6. It’s a miracle he’ll ever have kids. He thought about it all. Every atomic, every hanging, all the hot sauce wasted on Texas wedgies, all the nasty toilet water he inhaled from each swirly, the time he scooped up an anthill and emptied them into the front of his pants and gave him a melvin. He was too humiliated to tell mom so he told the school nurse and begged her not to say anything. Or the time he smothered his junk with Ben Gay and gave him a squeaky clean? Fuck or all the times he’d dumped the content of his own lunch tray down his pants and wedgied him in front of all the girls he thought were cute but was too shy to say hello too. All of that was coming out in one moment, right now, right here. And his ass and ballsack was the bullseye.The three guys walked Shaun over to the water and told him to stand within it. Joey came up to him from the front with a sharpie and knelt down in front of Shaun. He unbuttoned the fly, unzipped them, and pulled them wide open. The front of his nasty used TWs exposed. Joey gripped Shaun’s balls in one hand and looked up at him.“Don’t move bitch…”Shaun nodded sheepishly, terrified to even take in a single breath.Joey wrote in bold letters “WEDGIE BITCH”. He stashed the marker back in his pocket and looked over his handy work. He stepped back, and Veeto snapped a picture on Wyatt’s phone, adding to the collection of blackmail material. Joey smiled at Shaun, “Very nice…” and then pulled the mass of fabric into a huge melvin.“F-F-FFFFfffFFFUUUUuuuuCKKKK!!!!” Shaun stammered out, unable to fall over due to the fabric crushing his balls keeping him upright. The fabric split perfectly up the middle, creating a separation between his balls, each one squished, popping out the side of the fabric. His cock was smashed against his abs, popping out of the side. Silent gasps emitted from Shaun’s mouth as Joey pulled harder and harder. At one point his eyes literally rolled into the back of his head. At which point Joey flicked the tip of Shaun’s exposed cock, and spit on his face. Some of the loogie landing in his open agape mouth. Before Shaun could even hit the ground face first, Veeto circle around behind Shaun, his thick arms holding him upright around his torso.“Nope, not going down yet buddy…” Veeto said as he stuck his finger deep into his throat, pulling out a huge glob of spit and mucus, and shoved it deep into Shaun’s ear. He could do nothing more than shudder from the added disgust to an already mortifying situation.Veeto called out to Joey, who was now holding the phone. The red light indicating that this was a video.“Ready?” “YEP!” Joey yelled a bit too enthused.“Oh fuck…” Shaun whispered just loud enough for himself to hear.The stocky Italian unleashed all the hate he harbored for this bully in one fatal pull. The underwear that was hanging out the front of Shaun’s jeans was now being pulled full force in the opposite direction. His balls smashed down in full reverse, and his cock was tucked between his legs to tightly he’d swear it was fused to his anus. “TAKE THAT YOU DIRTY FUCKER!” Veeto pulled up harder as he kicked the back of Shaun’s knees out from under him sending him to the ground. Somewhere in the fall, his testicles twisted around themselves unleashing a gut-wrenching pain that had no words to describe them. He was sure he’d severed his seminal duct. “Let’s take this up a notch…” Veeto whispered into Shaun’s ear, “I think maybe we’ll go…”In Shaun’s head he prayed, he begged, he pleaded. *Please not atomic please not atomic please not atomic…*It was too late for mercy. “ATOMIC!!!” As Veeto pulled the TWs up past his shoulder blades, he heard the popping and tearing of fabric, he prayed they’d just rip. He’d give anything, but apparently so would this fabric. As his dick was sliced clear cut down the middle by the wire of cotton that once was Joey’s undies, he finally puked. He projectile vomited all over the water and the nearby sand. He gripped at his chest trying to find even the smallest of breath. Veeto was 100% unbothered.“OH! HERE WE GO BOYS!!!” Veeto cheered gleefully. Veeto used his huge sweaty paws to push Shaun down, and bend his neck back far enough to not only secure the undies to his forehead but to get them completely over his chin. Shaun was sure he was going to blackout. He literally couldn’t catch a breath, and now he had a mask of dirty white cotton over his face that smelled like the jockstrap bin from 11th grade P.E. class. His dick was being cut dead center by another man’s underwear that has wiggled it’s way into a wire no more than 5mm thick. His balls were twisted and nowhere to be seen, and he had fallen over face-first onto a wet sand patch, just barely missing his own vomit. His vision was blurred from his own hot tears, and his mouth was so dry it was like he swallowed a freaking desert. He somehow found the energy to speak out.“Please… guys please… n-no more… I can’t…” Shaun begged.Wyatt stepped closer to his brother, the phone still recording in his hand.“Oh no wedgie boy. Now? Now it’s MY turn…”Wyatt threw the phone to Joey. “What… W-what more could there possibly be? You’ve ruptured my balls, my dick has been sliced down the center, my taint is bleeding into another man’s jizz filled underwear that are now lodged over my face…” Shaun begged for it to end “What more could there be?”“I am going to break your ego so hard you’ll never be able to look me in the face again without your dick crawling back inside you…” Wyatt whispered through the dirty fabric.The boys handcuffed Shaun from behind and taped the TWs down securely, making sure to cut an airhole for his nose and mouth. Through a haze of white Shaun could see the guys were setting something up, but he had no fucking clue what. One of them walked him up some stairs and onto a platform, but he wasn’t sure who, and they threaded some ropes through the back of his undies, securing them above him.Oh no. Oh God no. The last major wedgie on the list. He wouldn’t, He couldn’t.Shaun started to panic, but he was held tightly in place by the ropes and his handcuffs, he wasn’t going anywhere. He could hear the guys speaking to him from down below where he stood. Wyatt called up to him. “Now, obviously we couldn’t bring the entire school with us in the car, they wouldn’t all fit. But you have publicly humiliated us so many times I’ve stopped trying to guess. You’re not walking away from this without feeling 10,000 eyes on you as your dignity is shucked away from your soul…”Wyatt paused to smile. He looked up at his brother, finally getting exactly what he deserved. He stood at the very top of his Dad’s elevated hunting stand. It was falling apart, and Shaun was supposed to take it down last year. Well, now it was coming down and with an audience. He started up again.“See Shaun, there’s a HUGE group of people who get off to the mean shit you do to us. The wedgies, the swirlies, the ballbusting. They love it. In fact, they like to jerk off to it, blowing their fat loads while imagining all the awful things happening to you. Your undies ripping you in half, your balls turning purple in your skin tight TWs. Well, now they’re all here. I set up a live stream and invited hundreds of people from the wedgie community to watch your final punishment for tonight. Many of them are probably going to bust a load over their keyboards as your balls bust inside your scrotum…”Joey stepped up the stairwell and unhooked the undies from his face, snapping just above his shoulders. A huge rope connected his undies firmly to the tree above him, and the crumbling shack lay under his feet, a good 15 feet in the air.“Have fun wedgie boy…” Joey winked at Shaun as he walked down the wooden stairs and joined his friends. Veeto smiled and pointed at the equipment. “We have wifi hotspots, 4k screens, the best camera equipment the AV club has, and an audience of God knows how many dudes who have wedgie fetishes. As soon as those 3 support stilts come down, you’re going down with them. Your undies will go up, and maybe if your lucky at some point they’ll rip before the end of the night so we don’t have to cut you down in the morning…” This was it. At 18 years old Shaun had lost all of his dignity. All of it was gone. Right here in this moment. Gone. “Let’s just hope that none of your friends are this kind of kinky, they might be tuned in. But who knows???” Wyatt said with a final devious smile. He turned to the streaming setup and started to speak. “Alright my dudes, we’re ready. So do whatever it is you’re going to do…”Wyatt turned to face his brother. “Any last words ass hole?” Shaun looked out at the dimming light. His brother, and his weird friends. He thought about all the guys who were going to jerk off to his miserable wedgie. He thought about how many of them were probably going to record the live stream and repost it to who knows where. He thought about it all. “I guess more than anything…” he paused Veeto reved up the engine on the four wheeled.“TOO LATE!!!” Veeto throttled the ATV as fast as it could go. The chain that was attached to the trailer hitch led back to the rotting wood supports of the hunting perch. It all came down. And it all came down hard. The rotting logs splintering every which way kicking up a huge cloud of dust. And though they didn’t see it, they heard it. It was the loudest scream any of them had ever heard in their entire lives. *AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!“Shaun’s vocal cords finally gave out. They didn’t weaken, then didn’t decrease, they gave out like a shorted fuse.After the cloud of debris had settled all they could see was a bright red industrial strength rope swinging from a strong old oak tree. Hanging beneath it was Shaun, his face contorted into an inhuman structure of facial bits smashed together in all the wrong ways. He had fallen, and from the sounds of it he fell very hard. But there he swung before them, a good 10 feet from the ground. Those TWs weren’t giving up that fight. Joey quickly pulled out the heap of blankets they had grabbed and placed them below Shaun. "In case we don’t have to cut you down…” Veeto gestured to the giant pile of old knitted blankets. The three boys stared in awe for a few moments and then turned their attention back to the streaming set up.“Well fellas, enjoy the view! He’ll be up there either until those undies give out, or morning comes and we pull him down. And before the comments get flooded, YES, the cameras have night vision mode…”Wyatt turned to his brother, hanging 10’ up in a tree by the last shreds of his dignity. “Shaun, you’re such a fucking ass hole…” The three friends walked away for the night. The pain got so intense for Shaun that he did end up blacking out once or twice, and at some point lost control of his bladder and pissed himself. He wasn’t sure he’d ever recover from this physically, and he knew he’d never recover mentally. He was scarred for life by his own underwear. And it all unfolded in front of 12k strangers…*** SIX MONTHS LATER ***The guys held Shaun to his end of the deal. And for what it was worth he followed it. He only wore TWs, they all had the writing, his brother checked weekly to make sure that was all that was in his drawers. Joey installed a camera in his room to ensure every day he put on a new pair of TWs, never going commando. Shaun had a few close calls with guys almost seeing his stark white wedgie magnets, but he’d always dodge it just in time. He’d even shacked up with a few girls, just removing his jeans and undies in one swoop, balling them up under the bed until it was time to get them back on. His injuries healed up. His balls were swollen, bruised, and needed a support brace for a few weeks. And he has scar tissue running from his ballsack up to his tail bone from where the wedgies had literally destroyed the first two layers of his skin, but he was healing. He never looked at his brother the same, he just couldn’t.It was all going just fine until one day. One day he slipped up.It was early in the morning, Shaun had the opening shift at work. He rolled out of bed in his black basketball shorts, his brother issued TWs underneath. He walked into the kitchen, grabbed an energy drink from the fridge, popped a pop-tart in the toaster, and leaned on the counter on his elbows. His back was facing the doorway. Shaun was still half asleep, he listened to the popping coils of their shitty dollar store toaster. He hadn’t realized his fatal error.Gino was standing behind him. He’d come in to grab a bowl of cereal. Gino was a fucking tank of a guy. He was 23 years old, 6'6”, 325lbs of pure alpha muscle. And Gino? Gino really fucking hated nerds.Gino leaned in real close to Shaun, his hot morning breath stinking up the place.“Wedgie me please?” Shaun remembered his TWs. He wasn’t wearing a shirt… His TWs weren’t low rise… He instantly woke up and stood upright.Gino cackled in Shaun’s ear.“Don’t mind if I do…”The shrieks that came from that kitchen couldn’t be rivaled by a 12-year-old girl meeting her favourite K-Pop star. It was ear-piercing. Everyone in the house ran downstairs and into the kitchen to witness the spectacle before them. Gino had managed to get Shaun into an atomic wedgie in no time flat. It was hooked completely over his chin, not moving an inch despite his unholy screams for help. His ego had hardly begun to heal. It was gone now. He had no dignity left as his entire fraternity watched as a guy twice his strength dangled him about like a puppet on strings by his undies. All of his cool points were down the drain. In everyone’s mind Shaun was now a fucking nerd. And not only a nerd, but a nerd worth wedgieing. Gino roared with laughter as he spun Shaun around on his tippy toes.“LOOK! It even says in marker! ‘Wedgie Me Please!!!’ What a fucking freak! Is that your fetish Shaun? Do you get off to this shit?”Shauna’s cock had popped out of the side of his TWs the moment Gino pulled them into a wedgie, but now of all times, his body chose to get a random boner.The crowd of frat brothers all commented…“Dude that’s sick” … “Nasty bro. We don’t need any fucked up fetish shit in here” … “We don’t accept gay frat brothers you fag” So on and so on.Eventually, Gino ripped the TWs clean off Shaun’s body, leaving him on the dirty tiled floor, completely naked, cock pulsing in the air.At the end of the day life always has one lesson for us: Payback is a bitch. -- source link

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