Dan's second bully arrives
I had stumbled my way into the arcade bathroom, still stuck in my PROPELLER WEDGIE + ATOMIC WEDGIE combo, all I could see and breathe was my bully cum riddled undies. I had heard the arcade doors open so I was worried somebody would catch me in my predicament, luckily the toilets were nearby. I grabbed the waistband on my face with one hand and started trying to peel it off but the cum was making it so sticky and hard to grasp. How much did this guy cum while he was humping me?? I could feel his slime all over my face, I feared what would happen if it creeped down into my mouth.
My other hand went behind me to grab the ruler keeping me trapped in this wedgie from hell but no matter which way I tugged, either his undies would squish his cum more into my face, some even went up my nose or my undies would tug tighter against my ass and balls.
I needed to calm down, freaking out was just making things worse and if someone happened to walk in on me or worse, my bully decided to find me again, I was in a lot of trouble. I walked over to the sink and bent over, unfortunately this caused my wedgie to tighten immensely but it allowed me to wash some of the stickiness away and FINALLY I was able to peel my bully's underwear off of my face and flop onto my back.
I was finally able to look in the mirror and oh my.. I lifted up my shirt and saw my bulge in more definition than I ever had before, my undies were pulled so tight they perfectly outlined my rockhard cock and decently sized balls. Turning around, I saw my red raw ass and briefs pulled halfway up my back, is this really what got the Bully off? I pulled my asscheeks apart carefully and saw the cotton buried deep into my crack, some of it even making its way lightly into my hole.
Slowly, I picked at the wedgie, removing it carefully as it burned my taint while unwinding the propeller until the ruler finally clattered to the ground and the wedgie realised my balls from their vice. My knees crumbled a little bit from the relief as I fixed up my front side, these undies were still stretched and probably ruined but at least they weren't up my backside anymore.
I peaked my head out of the bathrooms, I may not be as compromised as before but my ass was still red, raw and I was just in my undies, I wasn't about to streak across the arcade. Luckily, my shorts were still on the ground near the machine so when I saw I had a spare moment, I took it and quickly dashed, pulling my shorts back up. I checked the machine to see my tickets still counting up, they were over 12,000 and still going! I was excited to spend them but quickly looked around and noticed a couple of people leave the arcade, I wasn't about to chance it a second time so I quickly made my way out of the store and back home.
I didn't live too far away so it didn't take me long to make it back into the relative safety of my apartment, I say relative because my roommate had habit of walking into my room when I was sleeping or walking around the house in his undies like he owned the place... I mean he did own the place and I was merely renting off him but its the principle you know? One time I even got home and some dude was blowing him on the couch and he asked me if I wanted to game like there wasn't a guy on his cock, he just has no shame.
Today was clearly one of the days he felt like harassing me as he was already standing in the kitchen when I got home, scrolling and laughing at his phone. As I walked towards my room, he blocked my path, shoving his phone in my face and asking if I recognised the guy in the photos... it was me! My Bully had posted the photos from my first wedgie online and somehow my roommate had found it! What forums was he even on?
Luckily I was facing away from the camera and I didn't really have a distinct backside so I brushed him off saying I didn't know who it was and tried to barge past him. Unfortunately, he was built like a brick wall, 6 foot 4 and he wrestled for his university team so my 5 foot 7 frame was not making it past him very fast.
As I walked past, I felt his hands grab the bottom of my shorts legs and dack me, tripping me over as I tried to catch my balance before I face-planted, this also revealed my stretched undies and raw buttcheeks to my roommate, getting rid of any deniability I had that I was the wedgie victim in the photos. I quickly fixed myself before running to my room, listening to my roommate laugh himself to death at my misfortune.
Thinking my embarrassment would end there, I took a shower in my ensuite, contemplating that I never actually ended up spending my tickets and would have to return to the arcade at some point. Would my bully still be there? Could I ever avoid him or is this my fate whenever I wish to spend some of my free time there? I hopped out of the shower and put on a pair of fresh, pink boxers. I clamboured into bed, hoping to maybe take a nap or just relax for five seconds, maybe I could find the site my bully had posted too.
Luckily it didn't take too long, I just searched up #wedgie and found some subreddits and twitter hashtags, so many men being wedgied against their will, some even doing it to themselves and there I was, in amongst the crowd. There were a bunch of comments on my post, describing what they would do to a nerd like me, or just that they were jacking off to me. Did my roommate really like this stuff? As I was about to find out, he liked it more than I imagined.
I scrolled for a bit longer before switching over to some YouTube and ended up drifting off to sleep...
BANG - My sleep was disturbed and I jolted awake, fast but not fast enough as my door had flown open due to my roommate busting into my room and the last thing I saw was a big, naked jock flying at me. I tried to react but he landed with a thud on top of me, knocking the wind out of me and pinning me down. I coughed a little and tried to push him off but he was too strong, one of his hands already grabbing my fresh pair of undies and YANKING them all the way up my back and snapping onto my forehead, putting me into an ATOMIC WEDGIE once again.
My roommate started to describe to me how long he had been waiting to find the perfect nerd to mess around with and when he saw me in those photos, he couldn't believe his luck. His hand snaked its way around my waist and grabbed onto my balls, giving them a tight squeeze as he rolled onto the bed and pulled me back into him. He wrapped one leg around me to pin me down while he played with my jewels, occasionally using his other hand to tug on my wedgie.
It was almost like we were cuddling if it wasn't for the cotton prison I was in, he had my arms pinned beneath me, all I could do was flail my hands about wildly until I finally managed to catch onto something... something long... and hard... oh my god, it was his cock and he was HUGE! I had never properly seen it before but it was easily bigger than mine and I was a good 7 inches. I immediately let go and flailed my hands around again but the only other thing I found was his giant nutsack, they were like two tennis balls.
Unfortunately, my new tormenter timed my ball torture as I was grabbing his, squeezing my nuts as hard as he could which caused me to reflexively clench my hands around his balls, gripping them tight and causing him to yelp out in pain. This angered him and before I knew it, he rolled me onto my stomach and was bending my legs up towards my ass. His wrestler experience clearly helping him as he manhandled me, grabbing the atomic wedgie off my head to instead put me into a JOCKLOCK WEDGIE, trapping my feet inside my wedgie so that every time I tried to relax my feet, the pressure on my balls increased tenfold.
This was made worse when my roommate flipped himself around and straddled my back, his cock smacking into me with a heavy thud as he sat on me, his knees trapping my arms by my side and his hands grabbing onto my feet and pushing them away from my ass, my bright pink boxers pulling tightly against my crotch, I groaned loudly in pain but this just stirred my attacker on.
He brought my feet together with one hand as the other hand started caressing my asscheeks before a loud SMACK echoed throughout my room as he now had me trapped in a SPANKING + JOCKLOCK COMBO. Blows rained down on my recently recovered ass, reflaming my rawness from earlier. My roommate took frequent breaks to pause and stroke his massive cock while he stretched my underwear.
After he tormented me for a while, he paused his spanking and asked me what my bully had done to me so far, what was wrong with this guy? Having a normal conversation with me like he wasn't abusing me... When I didn't respond quick enough, he pushed hard on my feet, nearly making them flat as my boxers shot up my nuts, crushing them into my skin.
I answered him quickly after that, describing the events of my last two visits and when I spoke of my Bully using me as a humping pillow, his hand wandered down into my crack, a finger tracing the outside of my asshole. I quivered as he touched me there, I was usually a top as most guys loved how big my penis was, it had been so long since the last time I had been fucked and all this humiliation and wedgies and spanking had made things very confusing for me.
He asked me when the next time I planned on going to the arcade was, his finger pushing gently against my rim as he held my feet down, keeping my balls in a vice grip. The real answer was hopefully never as I could just spend my tickets at a different arcade but I feared what might happen if I didn't give him an answer he wanted. He reminded me of this fact by smacking his dick against my back a couple of times.
I told him I was going back tomorrow to spend my tickets and he told me to wear something that would look sexy in a wedgie, like a pair of tighty whities and gave my ass one last spank and just like that, he was off of me and out of room, stroking his cock as he walked down the hallway. I gave myself three seconds to feel relief that my ass would remain intact before reaching back to pick myself out of the jocklock wedgie and struggled for a bit before finally managing to get my legs free, I got up and closed my door which I am now wishing had a lock on it before collapsing back into bed and passing out.
I slept for so long, I missed dinner and breakfast, clearly recent events had taken their toll on my body but today was going to be no different. Even if I got lucky and avoided my bully at the arcade, I had a new tormenter waiting for me at home, so unless he decided to forget about me and go to the gym or wrestling practice, I was pretty much doomed to repeat a day full of torture and embarrassment.
I threw on some clothes, making sure not to forget my tighty whities and went out to the kitchen to make some food before I left. My roommate walked past me at some point and I tensed but after a quick slap on the ass, he left the apartment, giving me 5 minutes peace as I made some toast.
I contemplated wearing super tight jeans, a belt, tucking in my shirt, all of the ways I thought I could defend my underwear from any would be attacker but feared doing so would warrant my clothes being ruined in an attempt to wedgie me properly. Still I had to do something to protect myself so my oldest pair of skinny jeans, a worn leather belt and a nice t-shirt later and I was ready to brave the arcade.
As I walked towards the arcade, it felt like I was getting stares and glances more than usual, did everyone know my secret? Surely not all of these people could be wedgie enthusiasts but after passing by a store with surprisingly clean windows, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, the skinny jeans plus belt combo had pulled my pants very tightly against me, making my butt and bulge super prominent, I actually looked really good. I hadn't realised that since losing my job, I hadn't really been trying to make myself look well-groomed but today, I had that shit on fleek if you will.
I moved towards the arcade, doing my checks to see if anybody would walk in but I didn't end up being so lucky... maybe I should just come back on a weekend, when its going to be busy. My roommates presence echoed into my brain though and I figured whatever my bully had planned couldn't be worse than my roommates monster cock being forced inside of me. How wrong I was...
I began my waddle through the arcade, looking over my shoulder, trying to see if anybody was around that I could stay near, today was particularly empty though. I walked towards the counter at the backend of the arcade when suddenly, pounding footsteps approached me from my left hand side. I tried to turn and dodge but it was too late, my bully had snuck up on me successfully and I was tackled behind some cabinets, hands were flying everywhere as I tried to protect myself but he was too big and too strong. One hand grabbed an arm and then the other grabbed the left side of my waistband, pulling my arm through my own underwear leghole, stretching the fabric up until it hooked onto my left shoulder, before doing the same on the other side, right arm, right leghole, right shoulder before grabbing my arms and pulling them behind my back.
The outstretched fabric had me in a SHOULDER WEDGIE which was somehow just as painful as the atomic I was dealt yesterday by my roommate but in a different kind of way, instead of most of the pain being focused on my ass, this time it was evenly spread between my crack, taint and balls. I groaned in pain while trying to struggle but each movement caused the shoulder wedgie to shift and twist my private parts even more.
My bully's bulge ground into my backside as he pulled tighter on my arms, dryhumping me once again but this time, I felt something click around my wrists and suddenly his weight was off me and I was being lifted back to a standing position. I looked around and tried to move my wrists but they were trapped - in those toy handcuffs from the arcade prize section! They were actually quite sturdy and I couldn't get my arms free easily.
My bully already had his pants around his knees and was stroking his bulge through a pair of blue boxer briefs, one hand on his penis, the other holding his phone as he took photos of me! Shit! These would probably end up online again and my roommate would definitely see them, I didn't need him getting any more ideas. I began to regret wearing such tight fitting clothes as they just increased the pressure on my balls and ass, making me feel each shift I made.
My bully told me to start doing squats in front of him, telling me that no one would be coming into the arcade to save me, that if I didn't do what he said, he would hang me on the sign outside by my undies and leave me until closing time. Knowing he was being serious, I spread my legs and began my first squat. I bent my knees slightly and the PAIN in my testicles SHOT UP as the cotton trapping them squeezed harder. I forced myself to bear the pain as I finished the deep squat, coming back up for relief before going back down.
Each squat had my Bully stroking himself through his underwear faster and faster as he snapped more photos, but also each photo had my own cock growing, either due to the pain or the humiliation, I couldn't stop myself getting hard, I was just lucky my jeans disguised most of it, however, the erection just caused the pain in my groin to elevate on each squat before he finally told me to stop.
This time he told me to turn around and bend over, try and touch my nose to my own knees, doing what he said caused another MASSIVE pain to shoot up my crack as the cotton got tighter and tighter between my cheeks. Each bend forward was accompanied by a camera click and a moan from both of us, mine of pain and his of pleasure. I felt him step forward and pull me into him, his bulge firmly wedging itself between my asscheeks as he reached around with one hand to my belt buckle. He grabbed it and lifted me slightly off the ground, the pain of the shoulder wedgie elevating once more as he pulled me further onto his crotch.
He slowly undid my belt and unzipped my pants, pulling them down to my knees before telling me to bend over again, snapping more photos of my wedgie and my bare ass. I was flush red, I couldn't believe that all of this was happening in such a public place, to think that last week I was just a regular arcade enjoyer...
He pulled my pants down further before lifting me out of them by my wedgie, letting them drop to the floor as he grabbed my balls and squeezed them tight, causing me to double over in pain, pressing my ass into his crotch once more. We stayed there for a couple of minutes, him torturing my nuts as I grinded back onto him, I thought this might be it and he would cum from humping me like he did last time but he had an even more devious plan.
He grabbed my wrists and undid my handcuff restraints, pushing my hands in front of me before taking his own arms and slipping them through the legholes of my shoulder wedgie before standing us up straight except I wasn't standing, I was being LIFTED OFF THE GROUND in a BACKPACK WEDGIE, except it was on his front!
I hung uselessly there for a couple of moments while he appeared to be adjusting us and testing the strength of the wedgie, grabbing my knees and pulling them up to my chest height, the pain of this hold was EXPLOSIVE and I cried out but nothing could stop the torment now. I was a hostage, forever destined to be wedgied and abused by those around me.
He gave himself a few little jump steps forward, each one stretching the cotton even further but also banging me against his crotch, reminding me how close I was to getting railed, that only two thin pieces of fabric protected my sphincter from his monster of a cock.
He finally spoke to me again, telling me what the plan was. He was going to walk me around the arcade as a little backpack and I was going to be playing the games, each game I won, he would delete a photo but each game I lost, he would upload a photo for all his wedgie-loving friends to see. I told him I understood and just like that, we were off to the races.
The first game wasn't too bad, it was one of those ball droppers, he bounced me in my shoulder wedgie a few times but mostly left me alone so I was able to win easily, earning myself some tickets and a deleted photo. The second game wasn't so easy, it was a fighting game with 10 levels, each level you fought a harder opponent. I managed to beat the first 7 guys pretty easily but on the 8th guy, my bully reached into the front of my wedgie and grabbed my cock, stroking it as I played.
The mix of pain and pleasure was too much for me on the 9th enemy and I lost focus, letting my guard down and eating an uppercut I should have blocked, and just like that, my Bully showed me the photo he was uploading, one of me squatting from behind with my hands bound, embarrassing but at least my face wasn't in it.
My Bully didn't cease his stroking either as we walked over to the third game, a stacking game where you lost a tile if you missed the tower. I locked in and tried to ignore the throbbing in my crotch and was able to successfully make it to the minor win section of the game. Apparently this was good enough as my Bully walked me away from the machine, deleting another photo off his phone as we moved to the fourth game.
As we were walking over, I heard some ripping sounds and realised that my underwear was finally feeling the strain of all the abuse and would soon tear, leaving me fully exposed for my Bully. I had been distracted by the ripping sounds and the stroking of my cock, I didn't realise the game he had walked me over to, was the game where it all started. Where he first wedgied me and where I still had the highscore.
He told me I didn't have to beat the high-score again but I did have to beat the boss, otherwise he would post all the photos he took of me online. If I won, he would delete them all and let me down from my cotton prison. I couldn't believe my luck, a game I was great at and I didn't even have to tryhard to beat the high-score! This should be easy!
I began playing as he slowed down his stroking speed, teasing my 7-inch cock up and down, somehow the slow stroking was making it even harder to focus but I was able to beat the first few levels with relative ease, but I didn't know how long this would last for, it felt like each stroke caused more ripping sounds in my underwear due to the fact that each time he would stroke to the base of my base, he would push down slightly, sinking the wedgie a little deeper and crushing my balls between his fist and the fabric.
I begun to panic a little, if the wedgie broke, not only would I be naked on my lower half but I would fall and even if I could land on both my feet easily, the chances of not dying in the game due to the distraction were slim so I had to try and win before that happened. A couple more levels down, I was approaching the back half of the game and it seemed like my Bully had slowed his strokes down even further, until I felt him place his other hand inside the back of my wedgie, grabbing roughly at my cheeks.
He didn't waste much time there though, quickly moving his hand in between my cheeks and into my crack, his finger slipping between the cotton currently wedged up my backside and my hole. He began to lightly push his digit against my rim, just enough to apply pressure without actually breaching, his other hand resuming his slow strokes. I tried to maintain my composure but it was impossible, I could barely focus on the game, all my attention went to the finger poking at my rear-end. Luckily I only had a few more levels and I could do them blind, I just had to make sure not to make a mistake or rush.
Apparently, this much was obvious to my assaulter who began to apply more and more pressure, ever so slowly pushing the tip of his thick finger inside of my hole.
Just the tip at first,
then down to his first knuckle.
I could feel my orgasm swelling up, the pain of my sphincter being stretched turning into pleasure as his fist around my cock sped up, jerking me off at a normal pace while he opened me up.
Then down to his second knuckle.
It felt impossibly big inside of me, my unprepared hole feeling the burn of being penetrated for the first time in a long time.
Finally, he pushed it all the way in, his fat index finger touching all the parts of me while his hand rested on the outside of my ass. He sped up his jacking off again, and started curling his finger inside of me, I was in euphoria, I had begun moaning and between his finger, him jacking me off and the ever present sound of my underwear slowly ripping, I had completely taken my hands of the controls and lost the game, inside using them to brace myself for my rapidly approaching orgasm.
The sound of my character dying spurred my bully on as he whispered in my ear how much he was going to enjoy posting those pictures of me online and his low, growl pushed me over the edge, my hips bucked wildly as I came into his hand and shot ropes up my chest, soiling my undies and shirt while I clenched my tight ass around his invading finger. I rode that orgasm longer and harder than I had ever cum before, he even removed his hand stroking my cock and just finger blasted me through the rest of it.
I finally came down from the orgasm, I was lucky my underwear caught nearly all of it and I didn't make a mess all over the arcade. I was, however, unfortunate as I heard a giant RIPPPP from behind me, my wild orgasm proving too much for my underwear as it finally gave out, causing me to drop to the floor. Gravity pulled me off the finger inside my asshole which only slightly hurt, not as much as my knees giving way and pretty much faceplanting into the arcade carpet.
Face down, ass up, almost naked but not really, I don't think it could get more humiliating than this, I tried to brace myself and stand up but my legs were suddenly grabbed from under me and I was spun around to lay flat on my back before seeing a blue behemoth descend on my face as my bully began TEABAGGING me through his boxer briefs. He had my hands pinned above my head as he lifted his hips over and over, causing his sweaty nutsack and taint to rub all over my face, mostly in my mouth as I was trying to catch my breath.
I could taste nothing but slightly salty cotton as he rode my face, dragging his cock and balls in the next step of his humiliation ritual. I could do nothing to fight back, I was lying half naked, cum all over me and exhausted from todays events that I just let it happen. He eventually managed to pop his massive nuts inside my mouth properly, holding my jaw open while he rested there. He placed one of my hands on his rock hard bulge, making me stroke him off before telling me to keep going by myself as I heard the camera click a couple more times before several WOOSHES told me he was already uploading the photos he had posted online.
As I rubbed him through his undies, I could get a real feel for just how THICK his cock was, it was long no doubt but the GIRTH on this thing was something else entirely, I gulped as I imagined how painful this thing would be inside of me after what his finger already did to me.
I didn't have to think for too long though as I felt his cock swell up and he grabbed my hair, pulling my face harder into his crotch as he came inside his own undies once again, the warmth of his cum spreading all over my face as some even leaked out the bottom of his underwear and onto my cheeks and chin, he held me there for a bit, squishing my face into his junk and rubbing his cum around before finally letting me go and standing up.
I thought that was finally the end of it but my bully had one last bit planned for me as he grabbed my legs, lifting them up and I felt him slide something down them. I looked up and realised he was now naked from the waist down, his semi-soft cock hanging limply while he was maneuvering his cum-filled jocks down my legs, lifting up my hips like I weighed nothing to him before pulling them over my ass and cock. He must have put them on backwards as I could feel his cum against my asscheeks, either that or he came so much he filled both sides.
He pushed my feet up so I was presenting my ass and one last camera click and he was gone. He walked off to whatever hole he slept in while he wasn't torturing me and I was left to try and rehumanise myself and get out of this infernal arcade. I was beginning to wonder how not a single person even entered the arcade during this time, or even a staff member managing the checkout but that mystery was for another time.
I crawled my way over to my jeans and pulled them on, still laying on the ground as I hadn't mustered the energy to stand up yet. I wondered if I should try and clean off in the bathrooms again but decided against it, most of the cum was caught by my ripped underwear so I just tossed that in the bin and waddled on home, wondering if maybe I should get a hotel instead for tonight.
Knowing I can't afford a hotel while I was still jobless, I crept my way into my apartment, trying to be as silent as possible but my roommate was already home and waiting for me, he didn't even bother to be wearing clothes, he was just letting it all hang out. I noticed he had an erection and the reason why was evident as he held his phone up to my face one more time, scrolling through as all the photos my bully uploaded were already gaining traction in his fetish communities.
He asked me if I was still wearing the cum undies my bully made me wear in the last photo but I muttered out how I got rid of them, knowing it was useless to lie but not having the courage to admit my shame. He reached his hand inside of my jeans and pressed it against the outside of my Bully's underwear, the squelch of cum making my fib obvious.
He reprimanded me, saying how lying is a sin before he stepped in front of me, grabbing each side of my undies and YANKING them up into ANOTHER SHOULDER WEDGIE, the cum against my ass squishing even harder against my cheeks and crack, I was worried my roommate would pull so hard, some of it might end up inside me.
He grabbed my arms, and put them through my legholes, locking me into the shoulder wedgie before he picked me up in a bearhug, squeezing me tight while bouncing up and down, causing the wedgie to sit deeper into my ass before letting me down and walking back to his room.
I walked to my room, shoulder wedgie still intact as I stood behind my closed door. I had to stop this, I had to change things somehow and I realised that the answer may be easier than I thought but also very dangerous. I sat down at my computer, not even caring about the wedgie at this point as I started scrolling through the wedgie forums once more, trying to ignore all the lewd comments on the posts about me.
Each time I scrolled past a photo of someone else, I came to the realisation that being the 'nerd' had nothing to do with my height or build, it was just because I was the one receiving the wedgies, there were tons of big buff guys on here getting wedgied, spanked, hell some of the were even getting fucked by twinks and still being called 'nerds'.
If I could wedgie my bully and my roommate, embarrass them as much as they embarrassed me, maybe they would leave me alone... right?
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