It was a beautiful day outside so I decided to go sit down at a table in the middle of the schoolyard at Bullsworth. I thought it was the perfect time to start getting the Jock's homework done for tomorrow so I diligently worked on that, minding my own business. A group of Jock's were walking around the schoolyard when they saw me just sitting all by myself. At Bullsworth, the staff usually travel around the school using modified golf carts. Although they patrol the school in golf carts, never once have they helped the prevention of bullying against me. A teacher in a golf cart was driving on the curvey sidewalk just behind me when she parked it and started talking around the schoolyard. When I leaned forward to work on the Jock's homework, my shirt would rise up and reveal my Tighty Whities which were sticking out of my khaki's. The Jock's were blinded by a bright snow white fabric sticking out of my khaki's. The Jock's smirked and decided to surprise me.
The group of Jock's snuck up right behind me. All the Jock's had pulled out supplies out of their backpacks. One of Jock's had rope, one had handcuffs, and the final Jock had a sweaty Jockstrap and ducktape. The Jock's crept up behind me, they surprised me when one of them shoved my face into my textbook.
"WHATS UP NERD! WHAT YOU DOING BY YOURSELF, YOU MISSED US?" The Jock teased as he shoved me face first into my textbook.
"OW STOP, OF COURSE I DIDNT MISS YOU JERKS! LEAVE ME ALONE JOCKS!" I begged them to stop but this was only the beginning of my torment for today.
"SEEMS LIKE ALOT OF WHINING COMING FROM OUR FAVORITE LOSER, HOW ABOUT WE SHUT THIS DORK UP!" The Jock teased as he stopped shoving my face into my textbook and instead put me in a headlock. The other Jock walked up with his sweaty Jockstrap and ducktape. All the Jocks finally noticed the black bold writing that rest on the back of the waistband of my Tighty Whities. "JOCK'S NERD" labeled the waistband of my Tighty Whities. The Jock's look at each other smirking and laughing.
"HAHAHA 'JOCK'S NERD' THIS LOSERS ANTICS NEVER GET OLD, TIME TO SHUT THIS NERD UP, I HOPE YOU LIKE THE TASTE OF MY SWEATY JOCKSTRAP DORK, I KNOW THIS ISN'T YOUR FIRST TIME AND DEFINITELY NOT YOUR LAST!" The Jock bullied me as the other Jock held me in the headlock, he shoved his sweaty Jockstrap in my mouth and ducktaped my mouth shut. He took the pen out of my hand and wrote "LOSER" across the ducktape. All I can taste is this Jock's crotch sweat.
"MMMPPPHH MMMMMPPHH" I screamed in my jockstrap gag before the Jock holding me the headlock punched me in the balls.
"STOP WHINING DWEEB! YO CUFF THIS LOSER!" The Jock bullies me ordering his other Jock friend with the cuffs to restrain me. The Jock pulls both my arms past the pole that bolts the table to the ground and cuffs my hands leaving them stuck to the table. The Jock than pulls my legs past the pole and cuffs them together leaving me trapped. Both of my limbs are locked to this table because of the bolted pole holding the table in place.
"ALRIGHT NOW TIME TO ATTACH THE 'JOCK'S NERD' TIGHTY WHITIES TO THIS GOLF CART! GET HIM BOYS" The Jock holding me in the headlock teases me before letting go. I feel two pairs of meaty hands latch onto my Tighty Whities waistband sticking out of my khaki's. Before I can react they ripped them up my ass exposing my legholes.
"MMMMMMPPPPHHH" I cried in the gag as the Jock's flossed my ass using my own underwear. The Jock holding the rope looped it through my legholes, tying a knot that only a true boyscout would know. The Jock's ran over to the teachers golf cart and tied the rope to the back of the cart.
"ALRIGHT GOOD LUCK LOSER! HOPEFULLY THE 'JOCK'S NERD' DOESN'T HAVE TO GO COMMANDO FOR THE REST OF THE DAY!" The Jocks tease me before walking back away to a nearby bench where they have a view of me and the golf cart. Suddenly the teacher came back from her patrol across the schoolyard. Completely ignoring me cuffed to the table, the teacher gets into her golf cart and turns it on. Right than and there I knew my fate was sealed. I tried my best to break out of the cuffs but they held me in place. I couldn't move my arms to untie the rope from my Tighty Whities.
"MMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH MMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHH" I screamed in my gag squirming. I panicked as I knew I was screwed. The teacher stomped on the gas pedal, I could slowly feel the slack on the rope starting to buildup. I braced my asscheeks and crotch for what might possibly be one of the most painful wedgies I'll ever receive. What felt like hours only a mere second. Before I could fully brace myself, the rope reached the max slack it could instantly ripping my Tighty Whities up my ass. My asshole was flossed so fast by my Tighty Whities, that the friction from it could have caused a fire. My balls were crushed as I couldn't do nothing but sit in place crying into my gag. My body wanted to be dragged by my Tighty Whities but the restraints kept me in place making the wedgie insanely painful.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHH" I cried in my gag as my Tighty Whities were completely stretched out. The pain in my crotch and ass was persistent and relentless, it was unremitting. The pain only got worse and worse as my Tighty Whities started to reach its limits from the teacher driving further and further away. The teacher was about 20 feet away from me when my Tighty Whities started reaching their max. Seams started to rapidly pop and before I knew it my ass and crotch finally relieved and given a break from that horrific wedgie. My Tighty Whities ripped completely off of me, being dragged around by the teachers golf cart. I looked over to where the Jock's were sitting with my eyes full of tears. All the Jock's were pointing and laughing at the spectacle of my humiliation. They rolled around on the floor as if they had just went to a stand up comedy special, however the comedy special for them was watching me get violated by my Tighty Whities. I dug my face into my textbook as I accepted defeat. The Jock's started walking up to me. They noticed the tears forming on the sides of my eyes from how painful the wedgie was.
"WHATS WRONG WIMP, DON'T FEEL TOO BAD. ON THE BRIGHTSIDE AT LEAST YOU DON'T HAVE TO ENDURE ANY MORE WEDGIES FOR TODAY! THE BAD NEWS IS WE CAN BULLY YOU USING YOUR FACE AS A TOILET BRUSH." The Jock degrades me before punching me in my already crushed balls. I screamed in the gag. The other Jock uncuffs my arms but leaves my legs cuffed.
"ALRIGHT LOSER! WE'RE GONNA LET YOU FINISH OUR HOMEWORK! BUT BEFORE WE LEAVE..." The Jock's were saying their goodbyes when I see all of them covering their index fingers in spit. The Jock's all surrounded me, they all took turns giving me wet willies, drilling my ear with their saliva covered index fingers. I grimaced in pain and discomfort as my ears were violated.
"ALRIGHT BYE 'JOCK'S NERD' HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR ANUS TEARING WEDGIE!"
"YEAH YOU DEFINITELY WON'T BE HAVING KIDS EVER AGAIN LOSER!" The Jock's degraded me before walking off. I had no choice but to finish the rest of the Jock's homework. While working I could feel the Jock's spit slowly oozing out of my ear and down my neck. The Jock's had made an example out of me. The Jock's had once again put my nerdy ass in my place. They humiliated me and there was nothing I could do about besides finishing up their homework like the pathetic loser I am.
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Life of a Wedgie Masochist
غير روائيFirst 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.
