Life of a Wedgie Masochist

What happens when you get the Jocks a failing grade

I'm known as a Nerd at Bullsworth, a high school full of Jocks and Bullys. When the Jocks need their homework & projects done, or given the answers on the test so they can pass and continue to represent the schools football, I'm that person they come to to have the problem resolved. Although, I am bullied into doing it and held against my own will, I'm still the main nerd they come to making me popular with the Jocks (not for the right reasons.) As someone with a wedgie fetish, being a Nerd in a high school that is full of Bullys and Jocks is a dream come true.

I'm walking down the hallway to my locker to put away some textbooks. A group of Jocks from the football team approach me not saying a word. One of them shoves me face first against the lockers. Before I can say hello to the Jocks one of them says,

"You thought you could get away with getting us an F on that test? LETS TEACH THIS LOSER A LESSON ON WHAT HAPPENS WHEN NERDS FAIL TO DO THEIR JOB AT BULLSWORTH!"

"What happens when they fail their job?" I antagonized the Jocks as I held back a smirk knowing whats coming next.

The Jocks scream "THEY GET BULLIED!" Two Jocks pin me against the lockers, one of the Jocks pulls out a rope looping it through one of the solid concrete rafter beams on the ceiling. The two Jocks lifts my shirt up and grabbed the exposed Tighty Whities waistband which has the words "JOCK'S NERD" written in bold black letters that my masochistic self wrote when I bought the pair. The Jocks all laughed as my Tighty Whities basically made me admit to being their #1 Nerd, their bitch. Admitting to being their property, which heightened my place in the hierarchy of Bullsworth as a Nerd. The two Jocks rammed my Tighty Whities up my ass until the legholes were sticking out of my brown khaki's.

They looped the rope through the legholes tying a knot. I begged and pleaded with the Jocks to not do this but it was all for show, I wanted them to wedgie me more than anything.

"PLEASE DON'T DO IT, ILL MAKE IT UP I PROMISE. PLEASE!" Before I can finish my begging, one of the Jocks ducktaped my mouth shut. A crowd surrounds the Jock's and I in the hallway, cheering them on to do it. The 4 Jocks all grab onto the rope, I held onto my opened locker door for dear life. They all pulled with all their strength skyrocketing the Tighty Whities up my asshole. With each heave of the rope, my feet are lifted off of the ground as I was hanging by my Tighty Whities. I let out a moan as my g-spot was invaded by my Tighty Whities but the ducktape suppressed it. They pulled until I was about 3-4 feet up off the ground hanging in the middle of one of the busiest hallways at Bullsworth. They looped the rope through the vents of my Locker and Tied it a hook inside the locker giving it enough slack. They slammed my locker door shut leaving me, the only person that has the code to open the locker. They left me stuck hanging by my Tighty Whities as my balls are crushed and my asshole is violated. I let out suppressed moans into the ducktape. All the Jocks highfive each other and the crowd. Before leaving one of them pants my brown khaki's down to my ankles leaving my crushed crotch and flossed asshole on display for the whole hallway to see. I let out a bit of precum as I hung so the front has a wet spot.

"Alright later LOSER, I hope you enjoyed 'hanging' out with us. WE WANT AN A+ NEXT TIME OR ELSE WE WON'T GO SO EASY ON YOU NERD!" Before the Jocks left one of them punched me in the balls, completey ignoring the wet precum on his knuckles as he though it was pee and didn't think anything of it. As the crowd starts to dissipate they take a few moments to enjoy the humiliation the Jocks gave me, As my ass is actively being ripped in half by my own white briefs.

The Jocks got me good however I'm so much of a masochist that I purposely failed that test knowing that they would teach me a lesson. I love being bullied and humiliated by them, I loved my hierarchy status at Bullsworth. I love when they wedgie me, after all I wear Tighty Whities just for them to split my asscheeks in half. I have an unhealthy obsession with being bullied by them that I take any opportunity I can at making them mad. I'm stuck hanging Tighty Whities in the hallway unable to scream until a janitor/teacher can find me.