Bully Wedgies

Introductions

I'm sitting in my new math class as the teacher explains our next unit. I begin to regret my decision of taking AP Calculus as a junior as the teachers lists all the homework we will have. I raise my hand and ask to go to the bathroom. He allows me to leave and I exit the room.

I wander down the halls of East Brook High as I try to find a bathroom since I'm new here. I hear a group of boys coming from down the hall and assume that's where the boy's bathroom is. I head down the hall but I'm only led to a staircase headed upstairs. I look at the top and see three seniors hanging a new freshman by his tighty whities off of the railing on the stairs. "This will be just one of the first lessons we give you this year," said the senior in the middle.

"The first lesson being to clearly never wear tighy whities to school," added the senior on the left. The senior on the right opened his lunchbox and took out a sandwich. He took a slice of bread with cheese and shoved it down the front of the freshman's underwear. He then took the other half with bread and turkey and shoved it down his back. You could hear the wedgie squish the bread and turkey up his ass. They begin to all laugh at the messy wedgie they just gave him. I slowly walk away not wanting to be apart of this.

The senior in the middle spots me and yells, "Yo guys! It seems we have an audience!" The other two seniors look towards me and they all start to run away. I turn around and try to sprint back to my class. I keep running and running and I don't dare to look behind me. That's when I feel a warm and big hand reach down my pants and yank on my underwear. They lifted it up and dangled me in the air.

"Look at what we have here, a new kid," said one of the seniors behind me.

"Where were you headed to little guy?" asked another one. I didn't answer as I was too embarrassed to even move.

They yanks upwards on my underwear demanding an answer, "I.. I was headed to the bathroom. Since I'm new here, I don't really know where it is."

They all smile at each other and drag me to the bathroom while I'm still in a hanging wedgie.

They take me into the bathroom and hang me on a stall door. "What should we do to him," asks one of them.

"I believe we should do formal introductions for our new arrival," replied another. "My name is Ethan, and this is Preston and Josh. I have an idea. I want you to lick out all of the sweat from our armpits, and whoever's smells the worst gets a prize. However, whoever's tastes the worst gets a even better prize. This should be interesting since we had football practice this mornign and you better bet we had no deodorant on. Are you in?" I stood there and stared at them. I didn't know what to say this was all happening way too fast. Ethan walked up to me and pulled my pants down revealing my small bulge inside my tighty whities. "I said are you in?" he repeated loudly. I nod my head in fear.

They all begin to take their shirts off to reveal their huge muscles underneath. I started to like this and got a little hard. "We will go from the least hairy to the most," Ethan instructed. "That means Preston you'll go first." Preston walked up to me and lifted his arm. As soon as he did, a wave of soggy socks and onions hit me in the face. He only had a little hair and you could tell he trims it often.

"Lick it," he says. I start to slowly lick out the sweat from his armpit. It tasted absolutely disgusting, but not the worst thing I've tasted. After I'm done with both of Preston's, Josh walks up and lifts his arms. His smelled and tasted about the same of Preston's but a little hairier.

After what felt like forever, I finished Josh's and Ethan begins to walk towards me, "My turn." He was clearly the hairiest with hair covering his huge pecs and his abs. He lifted his arm which had a forest of hair underneath and shoved it in my face. This was by far the worst one of all. His armpit hair was shoved into my mouth and made me gag. It tasted and smelled like rotten eggs and onions. "Oh yeah really get in there," he said as he shoved his armpit onto my face more.

He stepped back and asked, "So, which one was the worst."

"Yours was the worst Ethan," I said quietly.

"Well, I guess that means I win. The prize is that each winner of each category would get you to be their wedgie slave for an hour, but since I won both, you get to be my wedgie slave for the rest of the day!" he yelled. "How about we start right now."