For english class the teacher is making us do a powerpoint project. Theres 3 people per project. Towards the end of the class she ended up picking the groups. She ended up placing me in a group with 2 other Jocks. Now these aren't any ordinary Jocks, these are some of the most feared, strongest Jocks in our school. Some of their favorite hobbies is to bully nerds and losers such as myself. I gulped nervously knowing the inevitable is going to happen to me yet the masochist deep inside me was filled with excitement. The bell rang and everyone left the class. As I walked down the hallway I felt like someone was following me, I blew it off and kept walking. I made it to my locker, right as I opened it up a pair of strong hands shoved me face first into the locker, slamming me against it. I was instantly put into a headlock and given a noogie.
"HEY LOSER! I THOUGHT IT WOULD ADMIRABLE OF US IF WE INTRODUCED OURSELVES TO OUR GROUP MEMBER!" The Jock yelled as he noogied my head as hard as he could.
"Hey nice to meet you." I answered in a disdainful way which the Jocks surely did not appreciate.
"WELL LISTEN HERE LOSER, NOW WE BOTH ARE GOING TO BE BUSY WITH FOOTBALL PRACTICE THIS WHOLE WEEK AND WE WERE WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO THE ENTIRE PROJECT FOR US AND YOU PUT OUR NAMES ON IT. HOW DOES THAT SOUND NERD?" The Jock asks as he still has me in a headlock giving me a noogie. Since they have me bent over the notice the waistband of my Tighty Whities sticking out of my khaki cargo pants smirking at each other.
"What? No, its a group project for a reason. We were put in a group for a reason to split up the work evenly!" I argued with the Jocks, disrespectfully declining their request to do their parts of the project. The Jocks clicked their tongue in disappointment.
"WELL THATS TOO BAD. NOW NERD WE CAME TO YOU RESPECTFULLY BUT SINCE YOU WANT TO DISRESPECT US AND TALK ABOUT SPLITTING UP THE WORK HOW ABOUT I SPLIT YOUR ASS IN HALF!" The Jock screams his threats before letting me go out of the headlock and both the Jocks grab the waistband of my Tighty Whities. Before I can even react, my Tighty Whities are shot up my ass at speeds faster than a supercar giving me a brutal wedgie splitting my ass in half just as they said they would.
"AHHH PLEASE STOP PLEASE STOP" I yelped in pain as two of the most feared Jocks were bouncing me by my own Tighty Whities, with each bounce my Tighty Whities dug deeper and deeper into my ass. The Jocks were lifting me off the ground just by my Tighty Whities as I was on my tippy toes.
"SO WHAT IS IT GOING TO BE NERD? YOU GONNA DO THIS PROJECT FOR US OR WHAT?" The Jocks asked again as they used my own underwear to floss my asshole. The pain started to get very intense on my crotch that I had to submit to their request.
"O-O-OKAY I'LL DO THE PROJECT BY MYSELF!" I yelped in pain as the Jocks forced me into submission into doing their part of the project. But as I agreed, the Jocks didnt stop they kept bouncing me by my Tighty Whities. Before I knew it my Tighty Whities were well above my head. In one swift movement they both snapped my Tighty Whities over my head and hooked them onto my chin giving me a atomic wedgie.
"PERFECT! HAHAHA HOPE YOU ENJOY SMELLING YOUR OWN ASS DORK. WE EXPECT AN A ON THIS PROJECT NERD. IF YOU FAIL TO DO THAT I PROMISE YOU, WE WON'T GO EASY ON YOU NERD!" The Jocks warned me of what will happen to me if I mess up their parts of the project. They highfived each other laughing as they walked off as I stood with my back arched with my own Tighty Whities over my head. I stood in pain yet excited at the thought of what would happen to me if I didn't get them a good grade on the project.
I started on the project and did my part of the project making sure it was the best work I've ever done. When I got to the Jock's part of the project, I thought about doing the right thing and trying to get them a really good grade but the masochist deep inside me kept telling me to get them a bad grade. So on the Jock's powerpoint slides I left them completely blank which caused me to finish the project fairly quick
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Life of a Wedgie Masochist
Non-FictionFirst Person Stories of my experience being a Nerd/Loser at Bullsworth High. Bullsworth High is a High School full of Jocks and Bullies that take pleasure in humiliating and bullying Nerds/Losers.