The Wedgie Cop

The Life I Never Had P.2

Over the next few weeks, I become the social pariah of high school. While no one bullies me except for Damon and his friends, everyone else keeps clear distance from me in every class. Sean insists that I stay in the school for a little longer, hoping to draw out more bullies. The new method is for me to wear the khakis with a belt, to complete the look. The worst part of the day is lunch. "AH!" I shout, as I fall onto the ground of the locker room again. They've made a point of dragging me there whenever they decide to have a fun time. "Time to eat up kid." Damon says, putting down my tray of food next to me. As I try to crawl away, one of his goons grabs me, and puts me on my fours, facing him. Someone unthreads my belt, leaving the desired gap of space down my pants."Let's start with the chili!" He grabs the large styrofoam cup, and empties it down the back of my underwear. It's hot and squishy, and I squirm around trying to avoid the  uncomfortable glop under my butt. "Next, some fruit!" He shoves the banana outside of the underwear, but deep under my crotch, so the stem stabs me in the asshole, and my every movement squishes it in between my thighs. "And finally, the nachos!" He crumples the bag in his hand to create sharp little slivers, and pours it into the chili that's already in my underwear. He does this routinely, and I know that he doesn't use liquid because it'll spill out my pant legs, and seals everything inside my underwear. "To package it all in..." He gives my underwear a harsh yank, and the molten chili and chips drives into my butt everywhere in strange intense pain. "Ohhhh" I moan, and he smirks. He puts my belt back on, tightening it so nothing will fall out. "Packing in some cake there, kid." He laughs, looking at the extra bulge in the back. He gives my butt a slap, and some chili seeps into my crack, giving me a jolt. "Let's go guys. And Danny, we have a job for you tomorrow at our football game." I'm too beaten to think about that, and after they leave I slowly get up, and limp to my next class."

After school, I meet up with Sean to talk about everything. "I've been doing this for 4 weeks, when can I stop?" He looks genuinely sorry. "We've got almost everything we need from you, tomorrow we plan on recruiting two of Damon's friends." This shocks me. "Not Damon himself?" I ask. "I know what you think, but our organization is based on turning nerds like you into people who can defend themselves. Anyone with Damon as a Wedgie Master would only break them down. So tomorrow after school, I'll come with you, you'll accept whatever he has planned for you, and then afterwards I'll extend the information to Matt, and Jake, and we'll leave this school behind. "Ok."

The next day in a surprising break, Damon leaves me alone. Until after last period, he grabs me by the shoulder and brings me down to the football field. He's joined by his friends Matt and Jake soon after. "We're gonna string you up on the flagpole, for the whole school to see at the football game tonight." He says to me in menacing tone. "Right now." As they each grab my arm, and I prepare to get dragged kicking, Sean come out of nowhere and body slams one of them. All four of us fall to the ground. "Get out of here!" I hear Sean shout to me. But before I can even do anything, Damon grabs me from behind with lightning speed, and grabs the back of my briefs. Matt joins him quickly, and they begin sawing me in half. "Wait.. Stop, seriously. Stop please." Sean holds his arms up in surrender, and I'm filled with dread. "No, Sean just beat the crap out of them already." I plead with him. "Shut up, bitch." Matt slaps me into a kneeling position. Then, I see a flash that almost looks like anger in Sean's eyes, and he sprints towards the three of us. Matt reacts by threading the thick white tube of the flag line through my briefs. "Bye bye, Wedgie Bitch!" He says, and pulls a lever that launches me up by the briefs like an elevator. The wind whips through my hair, and I hang on to the line for my life as the ground falls away from me. At the top, I have a terrifying view of the whole field. My heart is pounding, it's windy and I'm swaying slightly in the freezing air. My fingers and exposed ass grow numb clasping on to the metal pole, and I can't bring myself to look down. All I know is that 20 minutes later, a secondary line next to me starts moving. A little while later, and another form is hoisted up next to me Jake, I think. He's hanging by boxer-briefs, and looks more scared than I am. Even though I'm the last person who should say this, and he's the last person I would say it to, I know I have to. "We'll get out of this, dude, I promise. Hang in there." That makes him laugh a little. And sure enough, after only a little while we're lead back down slowly, until our feet touch the ground again. Sean helps us down, and I see that Matt is unconscious on the ground, Damon nowhere to be found. "Let's get you guys home."

The three of us, Sean, me and Jake, sip hot cocoa at Sean's appartement, as we wait for the live broadcast of the football game.The three of us clink cups. "To not being hung on a flagpole!" We echo that. Jake says, "Hey Sean, I appreciate the offer, but I'm not sure if I'm fit to be a Wedgie Master." "Aw C'mon, if you don't join Danny spent all that time there for nothing." Sean replies. "But you saw me-You took me down and in less than ten seconds I went from being a respected bully to a nerd hanging 20 feet in the air by his boxers. No offense, Danny." "First off-Nerds wear briefs. And second, you think I was always like this? You don't know this, but in Fourth Grade my close friend Nate would tie my arms behind my back and lock me in a locker until I pissed myself. Of course, now, he has absolutely no way to do that to me anymore, but you can change." Than, I actually felt an idea hit him. "If you want, you can join as a wedgie slave. Let's see if you're more of a Dominant or a Submissive." "Alright? How do we test that?"

"You have 30 seconds to wedgie, swirly, or spank the crap out of Danny. Go." "Ok..." He leans down, and I allow him to grab my waistband. He gives it a light tug, that doesn't dislodge any fabric. "HARDER!" Sean yells. He yanks as hard as he can, and I feel a very small wedgie. With gradual yanks and tugs, by the time he uses up his 30 seconds he only succeeds in putting the waistband just below my belly button. Which means I got no wedgie. "Ok, we're gonna try something else now." Sean says. "Go put these on."

When Jake comes back, he's only wearing a pair of tighty whities. "Dude, these are so comfortable. I'm gonna start wearing these." "Yeah you will." Sean mutters. He advances towards Jake, grabs a chunk of his briefs, and skyrockets his cottoned ass to his shoulders. Jake lets out an involuntary moan. "Ohhh... Master." He goes obediently limp, and Sean hooks the fabric under his chin, handcuffs his hands together in front of him, and leans Jake over his lap. *SMACK*SMACK*SMACK* As he start to spank him. Jake struggles against his crude bondage, but accepts his submission as his ass turns bright red. "Please.. Master." Sean drags him over to the bathroom, and I hear a flush as I know the third part of the ritual had been completed. They come back 5 minutes later, both grinning ear to ear. "Meet Jake Rodman, the WSN's newest Wedgie Slave!! You two will be appraised and accepted at the same time, so I can prepare you two together for the official appraisal and initiation."

And despite the large shift in titles, Jake seems happy to find the niche in his life.