Life of a Wedgie Masochist

What happens when you take the back exit at Bullsworth High

At Bullsworth High we have 2 main exits. We have the front exit that every student at Bullsworth uses. We have a back exit that almost no students besides the Jock's use. The problem with the back exit is it is past the football field. To get to the back exit, I have to walk through the football field to get to it. The Jock's constantly use the football field to practice and sharpen their skills. Now no one has ever dared to use the back exit as it would lead into being jumped by a group of Jock's and completely stripped of their dignity with the multitude of bullying techniques that they'll display on losers.  Although no one ever dared to use the back exit, today I was feeling very masochistic. I wore my khaki pants and polo shirt. Underneath it hanging out high above my khaki's were my Tighty Whities with the writing "JOCK'S SLAVE' in bold black letters on the back of the waistband. I have been the Jock's wedgie slave now for quite sometime so I decided to write that on all of the waistbands of my Tighty Whities at home. I had brought an extra pair of those Tighty Whities with me in my backpack. The final bell rang and I waited for a bit to hype myself up to do it as I knew heading to the back exit would lead into my demise.

I started walking to the back exit, eerily there was no one back here. I started walking and layed just outside of the football field. I peaked around the corner and saw a big group of the Jock's praticing. I let out a big sigh as I knew there was no turning back now. I started walking onto the field, stepping onto the football field. I made it halfway through the field when,

"WHO GAVE THIS LOSER THE PERMISSION TO STEP ON OUR FOOTBALL FIELD?" One Jock yelled absolutely pissed off that my nerdy ass was on their field. All the Jock's looked at each other before a group of 4 started walking up to me.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE NERD? I HOPE TO GOD YOU AREN'T THINKING OF TRYING OUT FOR THE FOOTBALL TEAM!" The Jock yelled although that sounded like a great time, I'll save that thought for another day.

"I'm just using the back exit, I never used it before so I decided to go try it out today." I answered cheerfully but on the Jock's faces rested an angry demeanor.

"WELL THE BACK EXIT IS RESERVED FOR JOCK'S ONLY. NOW I DON'T KNOW IF YOU STARED IN THE MIRROR OR FAIL TO REMEMBER ALL THE TIMES WE'VE HUMILIATED YOUR NERDY ASS BUT YOU SURE AS HELL ARE NOT A JOCK. SO HOW ABOUT YOU GO TAKE THE FRONT EXIT LOSER!" The Jock's demanded, they offered me an out but I have come too far to backout of my punishment from the Jock's that I have been craving for.

"What no, thats stupid I'm using the back exit. Bye Jocks!" I said as I waved and started walking toward the back exit. Two of the Jock's didn't hesitate and trucked into me crushing me from both my left and right side while an other Jock tackled me from behind shoving me face first into the grass on the football field. As they Jock's tackled me they saw my waistband hanging high above my khaki's and they read what was written on my waistband. With my face dug into the grass, I smirked knowing they have finally read my Tighty Whities.

"WELL LOOKS LIKE THIS LOSER HAS SUBMITTED TO US!" One Jock yelled.

"AHAHA LOOKS LIKE THIS NERD KNOWS HIS PLACE ALREADY!" The other Jock teased. Before I knew it I felt multiple hands grip onto my waistband and they pulled as hard as they could shooting my waistband halfway up my back as my legholes were sticking high above my khaki pants showing off the severity of the wedgie. I screamed as my face was dug into the grass. The Jock's dragged me by my Tighty Whities giving me a dragging wedgie across the football field. I was sitting on my ass as my crotch and asshole are violated by my Tighty Whities being dragged by them. Before I knew it they dragged me just under the giant yellow fieldgoal post. One of the Jock's ran and grabbed a piece of rope. They started slipping this rope through my legholes and tying it as one Jock steady had my Tighty Whities in his hand as they hung already high above my head.