Coach’s tighty whities part 5It had been a week since I had been outed as a briefsboy to my wh
Coach’s tighty whities part 5It had been a week since I had been outed as a briefsboy to my whole school. Tucker, Gus and Caden strung me up by my hanes tighty whities and left me hanging in the hallway with my pants around my ankles. Pictures of me and my tighty whities had circulated snapchat, twitter and instagram with captions talking about my underwear and my uh…small package. I had been humiliated and for the next couple of school days and everyone seemed to have forgotten my name was Chris. I was referred to as either “tighties” or “vienna sausage” now. The humiliation continued for the next couple of days as well. Gus and Caden made sure I endured several wedgies per day. I have to give these guys credit where credit is due, I never knew you could get so creative with something like a wedgie. The day after I was hung for the first time Tucker, Gus and Caden grabbed me at lunch and pulled my pants down while tying my arms behind my back. They then paraded me around the lunchroom showing everybody my underwear again. Since my pants were around my ankles I could only take small steps. Lunch period never felt like it lasted so long. One day when I got home from school dad had left two new packs of tighty whities on my bed. A pack of hanes and a pack of fruit of the loom with a note saying “something tells me you may need more of these”. He was right of course since my briefs got stretched out by football players every day. Rumor has it my dad had told the teachers not to intervene in my bullying. This made sense since this was ultimately all punishment for exposing my dad as a tighty whities man. I just never thought throwing one party would get me in this much trouble with my dad. The pantsings and wedgies went on for a little over a week but then they stopped unexpectedly. “You’ll never be safe again…” Tucker had said when he pantsed me the first time. These words stuck with me when the embarassment stopped. Then, for a month, everything went back to normal. No pantsings. No wedgies. No nicknames or pictures on social media. I grew accustomed to my old life again. I made the mistake of feeling safe. Then, once again, my life changed.Every year my school hosted a half marathon for the city that benefitted Alzheimer’s research. It was a really big deal for my school since the faculty was not only in charge of planning it, but also in charge of working the day of the race. The night before all the students were offered an extra 30 bonus points in any class if we helped set up. I was a smart kid but that didn’t mean AP Calculus was easy. So, naturally I went to help set up with the majority of the rest of the school. A lot of students showed up and did the minimum for bonus credit and then left. But my dad was there too and he made sure I stayed until everything was finished. I came back to the starting line after finishing setting up the last rest stop when I realized my dad was gone and in his place were Tucker, Gus and Caden. I started to make a break for it but once again Gus bolted after me and tackled me to the ground. “Hey what’s up tighties?” Tucker asked as him and Caden strolled over. “What do you want Tucker? Where’s dad?” I responded. “Coach is gone Chris…your ours now.” Tucker said. “It’s been a while since we’ve had fun with you. Did you start to think you were safe Chris? Remember…you are NEVER safe again. And all because you’re eighteen years old and still in tighty whities. Well don’t worry too much chris we’re going to have lots of fun with you tonite.” I started to struggle to get away and Gus immediately sat on me, crushing me with his ass. Tucker and Caden picked me up and tied my hands around a nearby lamppost. “Tucker, guys you can’t do this please!”, Knowing my pants were coming off next. Then, without listening to me pleas, Tucker produced a large pair of shears from his back pocket. “Now for the best part, right tighty?” Tucker asked as he approached me. Then, starting at the bottom of my pant leg, tucker slowly and methodically starting cutting up the side of my pants, drawing this moment out and making me accept that my tighty whities would be exposed again and I would be helpless to stop it. Then, tucker stopped as the scissors got to my upper thigh. “Caden, will you do the honors?” Tucker asked. Caden nodded and walked over to my other side. Then, in one quick movement, Caden grabbed my jeans with both hands and ripped them clean off of my body revealing a tight white pair of briefs.”Guys please you can’t do this, dad is expecting me home tonite!” I pleaded but my voice was overpowered by the laughter that erupted from their mouths as soon as my briefs were exposed. “Oh my god dude you didn’t even learn your lesson last time! Still just tighties!” Tucker laughed. “Hey guys, you think tighty is still in hanes? Or maybe he has other brands too?” Tucker said. “No use waiting, let’s find out!” Caden said as he lifted my shirt up. “Aww, looks like he’s got some fruit of the loom tighty whities too!” Gus said. “fruits for the fruit!” Tucker added. Then, Caden approached me with a rag and tied it around my head preventing me from talking anymore. Tucker took a step closer and said “Ok tighty here’s what’s happening…we’re gonna leave you here like this tonite. And tomorrow the whole town is going to witness your tighty whities when they run the race. And the best part is? You can’t do anything about it. See you tomorrow loser!” Tucker said before he punched me in the nuts as hard as he could. “MMMPH!” I yelled into the rag covering my mouth. Then Gus and Caden pulled my t-shirt over my head before they left. This was going to be a long night… -- source link