Pick Me! ~Choose Your Wedgie Boy~ (Chapter 1)

Z-2: Disposition -Mark of Concession-

〔Lens Change -> Nozomu〕

"Ohhh... Shiitttt...." You groan.

You're curled up on the locker room floor, gripping your aching balls; your face contorted into a blend of one of pure agony and one of pure bliss.

"That fucking guy... Ugh..."

Drool trickles down your mouth. It's his– your best friend of countless years, mind you– fault why you're like this. Your nether regions are burning because of the tight shoulder wedgie he gave you, not to mention that ball destroying kick. Moreover, he has the nerve to tell you to keep your wedgie in until you get home.

—And yet, you can't seem to get mad at him.

In fact, something within you— your heart, perhaps?— is nagging at you to do as he wishes.

You continue to lie on the floor, thinking about him, until the pain in your balls have been reduced to just a static numbness.

You slowly try to get up. Each time you move, you feel your black and orange undies rub your hole raw.

You hate that your body's incredibly honest. Instead of just blushing and wincing like a normal person, your body burns hotter, your ass clenches on the fabric wedged inside as if it doesn't want it to leave, and your fat cock can't help but twitch– making your wedgie tighter.

Plus, the thrill of getting caught keeping this humiliating wedgie under your jacket...

It makes your heart race (and your dick leak a little bit of precum).

Now that you've managed to get up, you're ready for the 25 minute trip home.

You try not to cream yourself with every step you take. Even more so when you try to take a seat on the bus without moaning. That feeling of your wedgie digging deeper is just too good to ignore.

You try to stop thinking about it by scrolling on Lietzburke, but every few scrolls you find some of Satou's posts. Just seeing them reminds you of your wedgie session with him earlier. And more importantly, his order that you keep your shoulder wedgie in and take a picture of yourself in your wedgie.

Shit... This isn't good...

You think as you turn off your phone and slip it back inside your pocket. The more you think about him... the more your dick throbs and threatens to release its warm, white liquid.

For the rest of the bus ride home, you can do nothing but stare at the floor in hopes that no one notices your wedgie. However, your constant squirming, shifting, and fidgeting hardly did you any good.

After what felt like a lifetime, finally, the bus arrives at the stop nearest to your house.

—And with that meant another stretch of walking while your undies rubbed against your sensitive areas. At this point, the wedgie had been in for almost an hour, you've been rubbed so raw that you've grown slightly numb to the pain. Although, this numbness doesn't stop you from finding pleasure from this humiliating wedgie.

Eventually, you find that you've arrived at your house. You rejoice knowing that you somehow managed not to cum in your black and orange boxers on your way home.

Weird... Nobody's here.

You think as you turn on the lights.

Usually, by this time, it would be pretty loud in the Kogami household. Your grandparents would be home— Pappy would've been making dinner in the kitchen and gammy would've greeted you with a kiss on the forehead while watching her favorite telenovela. You guess those two are probably getting groceries. Your siblings... they're probably out with their friends or doing club activities right now.