Max entered the locker room behind a whole bunch of other guys, trying to be as stealthy as he could be. Max made his way to his locker and opened it. Max put his bag on the ground and took off his shirt, which made the waistband of his tighty whities visible. He put his shirt in his locker and as he was about to put on his shirt that he uses for PE, Devon came up behind Max and closed his locker, which startled Max. Max turned around to see Devon and Michael standing behind him "What up, bitch?" Devon said with a cocky grin on his face.
"Oh, hi Devon. Hi, Michael." Max said nervously as he began to shake from fear. "The fuck you shaking fo' fat ass?" Devon said walking closer to Max, which caused him to back up into his locker. "He's not wearing a shirt. Maybe the little baby's cold." Michael teased. "Or maybe he a pussy." Devon said making an evil smile at Max.
"Guys. I gotta get changed. Can you please just let me go? Just this once?" Max begged. "Nah. Nah. I don't think so, bitch." Devon hissed at Max. Max started feeling anger bubble up inside of him. "Why are you guys always messing with me!? I haven't done shit to you two! Just leave me the hell alone!" Max yelled at Devon and Michael.
"Woah. I guess he does have balls." Michael laughed. "Oh, so now you wanna act all tough, huh?" Devon said as he took off his shirt, threw it on a bench, and walked up to Max. Devon was face to face with Max, or more like chest to face due to the height difference. Devon's tall, muscular frame contrasted with Max's short, chubby body.
"You wanna go, bitch? You think you can take me or somethin'?" Devon said looking down at Max. Max shook even more as Devon's furious eyes locked with his. "N-n-no. I-I don't want to fight you. I just want to change. Please." Max begged as he was almost on the verge of tears. "Awwwww. He's about to cry." Michael laughed.
"Jesus Christ bruh. Fine, tell you what. Let me pull on yo drawers and I'll leave you alone. How's that sound?" Devon said with a devilish grin. Max froze in silence. Max wanted to be left alone, but he hated getting wedgies. "Bruh. I ain't got all day. Do you want a wedgie or do you want the hands? You betta decide quickly or imma decide fo' you." Devon said getting irritated. Max pondered for a little bit then said, "Fine. Just give me the wedgie then." Max said trying to hide his annoyance.
Max turned around and clenched his butt in preparation from the wedgie he was about to receive. "Good shit." Devon said with an evil smile. Since Max was shirtless and slightly sagging, Devon had easy access to Max's undies. Devon pulled on Max's tighty whities and managed to make the leg holes come out immediately as the underwear was at Max's back.
"Wahhhhhhh!" Max screamed as his underwear felt like it was gonna destroy him. "Damn! These shits is stretchy as fuck, bruh." Devon and he and Michael began laughing. "Yo, Mike. Imma show you somethin' that I saw on Google." Devon said with a wicked grin. Michael got really curious as to what Devon wanted to show him while it only made Max more fearful for his briefs.
Devon spun Max, while still holding on to his underwear, so that his left side was facing Michael and his right was facing the lockers. Devon then came to Max's right side so that the wedgie was on full display and pulled on the front of Max's tighty whities, exposing the leg holes. "Ahhhhh!" Max yelled as he clasped his nether regions in an attempt to alleviate the wedgie.
Devon then started pulling on the front and back of the undies in a flossing motion. "Ooo! Ahhh! GAHH! Nggghh!" Max groaned as he had to endure the vicious flossing of his briefs. "They called this a "squeaky clean" on Google. What you think?" Devon said to Michael with a big smile on his as he continued wedging Max. "That's pretty fucking funny bro. Especially since he keeps whining like a bitch." Michael laughed. "Are you researching wedgies now or something?" Michael chuckled.
"Yeah, bruh. I'm tryna get like you, playa." Devon chuckled while ignoring Max's groans of pain as he was still flossing his undies. "I ain't tryna be slacking on these wedgies." Devon said which made him and Michael laugh. Max wondered how long he was gonna have to endure such a brutal wedgie. Luckily for him Devon let go not long after and the waistband snapped around Max's stomach and back. "Ahhhhh." Max groaned as he was thankful that the wedgie was finally over.
"Brooooo! You gave him a new shirt." Michael said as he and Devon started laughing hysterically. Max was embarrassed that his underwear was so exposed, but he didn't fix his wedgie in fear that Devon and Michael would retaliate. "Yo Max. Spin yo fat ass around like a rotisserie chicken. I want my boy to see what a good job I did." Devon chuckled.
Max reluctantly spun around slowly so that his two bullies would leave him alone. "Not bad man. Not bad." Michael said congratulating his best friend. "Hey, Max. Aren't you gonna thank Devon for giving you the new shirt? You were shaking like a leaf earlier." Michael teased. "Th-thank you, Devon." Max said just wanting his humiliation to end. "Ain't no wayyyyy! This dude actually thanked me fo a wedgie." Devon said damn near busting a gut laughing.
"Hey guys. Are we done yet? I should really get changed." Max said as he wanted so badly to fix his wedgie. "Fine, fine." Devon said. "Let's bounce." Devon said to Michael as he took his shirt off the bench and put it over his shoulder. Devon and Michael started walking away and Michael said, "Bro you gotta show me that wedgie research that you've been doing. That way he can have some real fun with Maxy." Michael said with an evil smile. "Fa sho, fa sho." Devon said as he looked over a Max one last time before he and Michael made their ways to their lockers so they could get ready for PE.
Max turned around and looked at his reflection in the mirror of his locker. Max thought that he looked pathetic in his wedgied state, but he had to get ready for PE, so he didn't have time to sulk. Max fixed his wedgie, changed into his PE clothes, and went outside to the football field to get ready for PE. Max decided to act like the humiliating wedgie that he received never happened, so that he could focus on PE and not that.
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What A Wedgieful Life
General FictionMax is in his senior year of high school and is ready to go to college. There's just one problem: He keeps getting wedgies from people! Whether it's from bullies, his best friend, or his older brother who visits from time to time, he just can't seem...