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Jamie's Aftermath
🕑 Added 2020-09-11 21:13:12 +0000 UTC Jamie closed the door firmly behind himself and groaned quietly, dropping his backpack as he slunk over to the bed and flopped down onto it. The ginger haired high-schooler winced as he tensed up his backside, reaching back to prod at the wad of fabric sticking out of his jeans.
They had caught him just as he was walking through the alleyway towards home after school. The bullies had pinned him against the wall and given him the mother of all wedgies, as they had done nearly every day for the past month.
Ever since he had swapped to wearing briefs, he had found himself the target for teasing and humiliation by his peers. The pantsings, swirlies and wedgies had now become a common part of his day, and in most circumstances, he probably would have been annoyed by it. But he wasn’t. He fucking loved it.
Unbuckling his jeans and pulling them down, Jamie’s hand wandered towards the tight bulge between his legs, his hard cock pressed up against his belly thanks to the pristine white underwear holding it in place, pulled much higher than he usually had it. His cheeks reddened as he stroked his length through the cotton with his fingers, quietly moaning to himself as he gently teased his horny cock.
Reaching down with his other hand, he probed in between his large buttcheeks and pressed the tight, wedgied fabric further in towards his hole, letting out small whimpers as each shift of cotton lit a new fire down below.
They had really given him a powerful wedgie today. Whilst two of the bullies had held him in place, pressed up against the alley wall, the other bullies each took turns yanking and tugging on his tighty whities like they were using him for exercise. Each time he was about to find himself pulled up off the ground, Jamie found himself forced back down into place, forced to endure the wedgie to its fullest.
He loved how dominating the bullies were over him. He wanted, no, NEEDED to be put in his place by them every day, to remind him of how much of a loser he was compared to them. The constant wedgies were a perfect reminder of it. Having his most intimate item of clothing used against him as if it were a toy for them to use made him feel like such a nerd. And he LOVED it. It was why he swapped to briefs in the first place, to become a target for that attention.
Jamie gripped the front of his underwear waistband and tugged upwards, harshly. A gasp escaped his lips as the cotton rubbed firmly against his dick, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. He closed his eyes and gave in to the pleasure and pain, both sensations driving him wild as he tugged up again, giving himself a firm Melvin to add to his already stretched underwear.
Squirming around on the bed, Jamie moved to his side and with his free hand grabbed a firm handful of the back of his tighty whities, letting out a loud pained moan to himself. He showed his poor, sore, abused backside no mercy and tugged up again, feeling his cock pulse with heat in response, begging for more stimulation. He quickly complied with his urges, tugging forwards again with another Melvin. Back and forth he flossed his own bottom, rekindling the fire that had partially calmed down from his earlier wedgie assault. Faster and faster he gave himself the squeaky clean, whimpering and moaning with reckless abandon. His own pathetic noises only pushed him closer and closer to the edge as his briefs became wet with sweat and pre-cum with each repeated pull.
Finally, as Jamie neared the edge of climax, he reached back quickly and gave himself the biggest two-handed self wedgie he could muster, pulling the tighty whities back into his butt and giving his cock the final fabric rub that it needed. Moaning and humping his own underwear through the wedgie, Jamie convulsed as he emptied his load into his underwear, just as a good loser should.
He panted heavily as he let go of the back of his briefs, letting them gently snap into place half-way up his back. Jamie rolled back onto his butt and stared up at the ceiling through his glasses, a dozy post-orgasm smile on his face. His backside hurt like hell, and his briefs were pretty much ruined now from how much he had tugged on them.
And its just how he liked it. Maybe if he wrote his name on the waistband the bullies might give him an atomic...
