The Wedgie Cop

The Gym

  *YANK* "AHH" A burn fills my butt for a brief second, which wakes me up. I look into the eyes of, of course, grinning Sean, who's thankfully alone. "Hey there, Wedgie Boy. You all Psyched for our session?" "Groan." He smiles again. "I'll take that as a yes." Then, I realize something. "How did you get in my house?" "I picked the lock. You really should be more careful. Come on, we're going on a field trip for your first session." How did I get here? Oh yeah. That night. Over 4 months ago, when they ambushed me, abused me, and made me their wedgie boy. He had me meet up with him once or twice every few weeks, but they weren't as harsh as the first time, like a reminder to fear him. He must've found me using that tracker necklace. I thought of taking it off, but that video would make its way onto the youtube highlights. I'm thoroughly trapped. As I change into adidas shorts and a T-shirt, he changes his mind. "Actually, I can't let you see where I'm gonna take you. You might report us." So of course, being the idiot I am, I ask, "Are you going to blindfold me?" He chuckles. "In a way." I feel his hands creep behind my back, than the cotton erupts from my pants again. This time, they stretch past my mid back, then my shoulders, my head.... and before I can react, he hooks it under my chin, locking the tension of my wedgie and making my head arch back a little. He's so fast, I don't even see him. Feeling the humility of being restrained by my underwear, I'm also forced to taste the thick, stale cotton, not to mention the somewhat-mild burn. "Come on, loser." I follow him blindly out the door and into his car, my wedgie cutting into me.

Still blinded, I can tell he's driving. Based on the feel, I think I'm in the passenger seat. We're definitely on the road, because I can hear other cars driving....DAMN. Anyone can just look into the window and see me in my atomic wedgie-Ironically, since the tighty whities are covering my head, it's less embarrassing because no one can recognize me. Still, better safe than sorry. Like he can read my mind, I see Sean's shadow reach over and give me a humongous melvin, and a spike of pain invades my manhood. "AHH-" When I open my mouth to scream, I take in a mouthful of dry, musty fabric, cutting off my shout. Sean ties the waistband of the melvin to the sun visor, trapping me in sort of a blind forward thrust. I can't move an inch. Sean simply chuckles and turns on the radio to some heavy rock... About 20 agonizing minutes later, the car spins onto some gravel. "Alright, we're here nerd." He unties me and takes off the "Blindfold". I open my eyes, expecting maybe a deserted cabin in the woods, or a remote area equipped with 100 ways to tortures me. Anything's possible, after last time. But it's a gym! With around 20 cars parked out front. My entire being shaking, Sean pins my arm behind my back and we go in...

My jaw drops. This place is HUGE. Sean sees the look on my face and smirks. "Yeah, my bud Aidan runs it. Pretty cool right? Used to be a storage warehouse for Circuit City, but he turned it into a full on gym." No kidding. Rows of stuff like treadmills, punching bags, bench presses, boxing rings, and more. I see a super high rock climbing wall covering the entire back wall of the place, and there's even a high ropes course above everything, expanding across the entire ceiling. He has 2 full sized swimming pools on one side. Aidan shows up while I'm watching two overly buff guys punching each other in the boxing ring. "Hey Wedgie Boy, you like it? Come on, let me give you a tour!" I automatically back up a few steps. He was there too. Not really giving me a say, he grabs my shoulders and steers me around. A small door to the side reveals a small food bar, with healthy stuff like veggies and protein shakes, but also pizza and hotdogs. "Over here, we have the miniature pool, and here we have some the weights." Than, I get suspicious. "Why're you showing me this? Why'd you bring me here?" Aidan breaks into a smile. "Because I bought this place to use as a WSN facility, and for wedgie sessions for people like you!" I process the information slowly, and suddenly make a dash to the door. Before I can get far though, Sean tackles me, pinning me to the ground. "Ayyy, where do you think you're running off to?" He whispers as I flail on the ground, eyeing the door, that's 3 feet away. So close. Sean walks me back at the entrance. "Ok!" Sean intervenes. "Time for a game!" He firmly grabs my back and steers me towards the punching bags. Then, he unclips the bag, and handcuffs my hands where the punching bag hung. The line's just high enough so that I'm forced on my tipped toes, with my arms above my head. He then pantsed me, and I felt a cold breeze below, my tighty whities exposed to the people around me. Gulp. Here we go. "Everyone, come over here!" All of the guys working out look over and form a circle around me. Their expression ranges from amused, ambitious, sadistic, and looking like they're getting ready for something. They all have one thing in common. None of them are going to stop this. I gulp. "Haha, Oh my god, is this the nerd you met at the parking lot?" A particularly muscly bodybuilder said. "Yeah, he's my permanent wedgie slave. You all know the process. You each get 5 minutes. If you rip Mr. Tighty Whities's Tighty Whities, you get a free protein shake. After that, we'll let you guys play with Wedgie Boy for the rest of the day." Most of them have malicious smiles on there face, like they're used to this. "Ah, a Freshmeat. You even got him all warmed up!" Another guy said, while smacking my ass once, sending a sting. "Yup, I gave the briefs a little pre-stretch! Ok Bruce, you go first." 'Bruce' comes up to me, apparently examining me. Suddenly with no warning, he latches onto my front waistband, and gives me a tremendous yank, bringing the waistband up to my shoulders with one yank. Needless to say, my nuts were burning already. If I could cup them, I would but my hands were restrained. "AHHHH!!! NO! PLEASE!" He wasted no time. He moved to the back and gave a similar yank. "OUHHHHHH" I had to give out, as a good portion of the burning cotton in the front painfully scraped its way to the back. Out of my eyesight, I could hear a snapping noise, undoubtedly a camera capturing my unfortunate circumstances. After what felt like an hour, but was only 5 minutes, he'd already managed to get both sides to the middle of the head. Fortunately, he didn't have the time to yank from up my legholes. He'd managed to get enough cotton up there so that my butt and everything but my jewels were exposed. Not to mention the harsh burn in the front and back. Unfortunately, the next guy started where Bruce left off.....

I'll skip the similar techniques from the guys for you. By the end of the 2nd guy, he managed to trap me in a double atomic, which the camera clearly caught. The third guy took advantage of the double atomic by twisting a dumbbell painfully through my back legholes. Finally, after unbearable pain, the seventh guy created a blissful giant hole right below the waistband. it expanded as he got excited, until the bottom gave way, and he ripped them right off. "AHHHHHH" I let out, the loudest yet, which makes sense because my regions were numb. Sean cuts off my ties, and I crumple down to the ground. Everyone slaps the guy on the back, and congratulating him. "We have a winner!!" Sean exclaims. Sean gives him his protein shake, and throws me a pair of tighty whities about 2 sizes too large. I quickly put them on to avoid further embarrassment. "Welcome to the gym, Danny the Wedgie Slave! You're eligible for the WSN test in 2 months to become an official Wedgie Boy!" He pins a poster onto the back wall at the back of the gym, dragging me with him. The poster contained most of my general info, as well as a high-resolution pic of me trapped in my double atomic wedgie. My poster added to a long list of what I assumed were other wedgie slaves who were forced to make routine stops here for wedgie sessions. A sign above reads, "SUB CANDIDATES". There are 47, including me. On everyone's posters included age, master, and other specific info, most of them ranging from as young as 11 to 23. "Hey, admiring your new portrait nerd?" Sean drags me back, and true to his promise, he lets the other guys have fun with me until late at night.

At around 10 pm, when the last guy leaves and I've gone through my 3rd pair of underwear, I'm nursing my wedgied ass in the corner. I see Sean conversing with Aidan. "Alright dude, I gotta go. Keep him contained for me, will you? I won't be back until Monday, so I'll need you to continue the session. You can do it with Dylan and Derek if you want. It'll be good for him to socialize with his kind." Sean says. They both laugh. "Sure thing bro." I hear him reply. As Sean leaves, and Aidan walks over to me I ask, "Can I go home?" like a toddler. Aidan laughs loudly. "Yeah right, nerd. He carries me in a fireman's carry over to a back door, ignoring my feeble attempts to escape. He opens it, and there's a long hallway with identical doors. around 20! At what point would he be housing 20 Wedgie Slaves? He opens one, revealing a sparse room with a bed, toilet, and shower, reading books. "You'll be sleeping here tonight, so we can get started on our wedgie session early tomorrow. I'm taking over temporarily. This room is soundproof, so no point in shouting. Have a nice sleep." He closes the door and locks it from the outside, and I fall asleep on the admittedly comfortable bed, anticipating the horrors in store for me tomorrow.......