"So," Jake smiled as he strutted up the bleachers confidently, "What song are you doing for Britney week?"
"My favorite," Marley grinned, "You Drive Me Crazy."
"You drive me crazier," Jake teased, slightly flirting.
"Okay," Marley blushed, unable to stop as she stood up, "Can't wait to see your performance."
Jake turned around as she walked away, she had to be playing hard to get. He knew that conversation was way shorter than he expected.
---GLEE---
Returning into the school, Jake moped into the lunch room. He made his way into line, where he stood behind a few jocks. Skip and Rob, his least favorite jocks. He grabbed a tray.
"Come on, give me more meatballs, don't hoard em for yourself." Skip laughed. Of course the asshole made fun of Marley's house. "We know you have like seven pots for a snack later."
Annoyed, Jake turned around, "Can you seriously just shut up."
"Excuse me?" Skip smiled, "Are you talking to me?"
"No the other insecure asshole making fun of people." Jake crossed his arms.
Skip looked to Rob with a grin and Jake took a step back. "Get this shit."
Jake turned around but was immediately grabbed by his own zebra print briefs. He took a deep breath, after all, it was only recently he had received his first wedgie and he wasn't keen on them.
He couldn't hold himself together as the boys launched his zebra print briefs up his back, stretching his ass to new heights as it spread and burned to make way for his tight briefs.
"Yo," Skip laughed, dragging Jake to his toes, "Freakin' zebra?"
Jake's legholes were pouring up his back, stretched all the way out to his armpit.
"Wedgie! Wedgie," the cafeteria began to yell out, as Jake was humiliated. Dragged up by his briefs and bounced around like an idiot for the entire school.
"Hey!" Mr. Schuester approached, running towards the incident.
Skip and Rob quickly let go of his undies, leaving Jake to watch the boys stand in fear. Jake watched them, their fear only masking their smugness. And Jake did what he would normally do... Before they could be yelled at he placed two hard punches onto Skip's nose. He would've hit him again, but an arm grabbed his and dragged him back. Of course- Schuester.
"Jake, you're coming with me!"
---GLEE---
Jake was dragged against his will into his glee club instructors office. "Are you an idiot?!"
"I was freaking assaulted!" Jake defended, "I don't take that shit, I'm a Puckerman."
"Guess what," Schue crossed his arms, "wedgies? They aren't against school policy. I wish they were, but they aren't. Punching someone in the face? That could get you suspended!"
Jake groaned, "why am I getting in trouble? You're being an asshole."
Schue's eyes narrowed onto Jake, the self proclaimed bad boy looking frustrated. "You're a Puckerman? Think you're just like your big brother?"
Jake nodded.
"Fine, I'll give you his punishment," will smirked, "hands on the table."
Jake reluctantly did as told, then he heard the door close.
Standing in the doorway was a cross armed Puck, looking annoyed. "Jake?"
Will took a step back, a bit startled. "Puck! God, I was just-"
"He got in a fight?" Puck cut him off.
Schue nodded.
"Give me a minute with him, he's my responsibility," Puck said.
Jake heard footsteps. He gulped when the door shut, it was just Jake and Puck, a terrifying situation. "Hey, Puck." Jake hadn't moved from his position, "What's going on?"
He couldn't see him, but he could feel Puck standing only a few inches behind him. "A fight?"
"Yeah, it was jus-" Jake was cut off. Not by Puck's speaking, but by his furious yanking of his briefs up his ass. It only took a second for his cow print briefs to stretch themselves up his back. Okay, maybe it was partly his fault for wearing such stretchy underwear. However, Puck's wedgie giving skills were way too strong. No one but him could cause Jake's ass to burn so much as to eat an entire pair of underwear, and still let them stretch into his shoulders! His shoulders! He'd been getting a wedgie for less than a minute! Jake wasn't too surprised when his pain locked in, keeping him in an atomic.
Puck stopped for a second, before just taking his brothers pants and yanking them to his knees. Jake cried out.
"What are you? Stupid?" Puck scolded, "Do you really expect to be popular when you attack the popular kids?"
"Let me out!"
Puck paused and looked around the room. His eyes were immediately drawn to a book, a nice sturdy book. He tested it by swatting it hard against Jake's ass. Jake jumped, "Puck!"
"Do you think you're a man?" Puck spanked Jake's left cheek. His butt was big and jiggled around as it was hit.
"I think I stood up for myself, like a Puckerman." Jake defended, his hands gripping the side of the desk.
Puck grabbed the briefs straight from inside Jake's ass and tugged it again, "Wedgie! You gonna hit me?"
"I was standing up for myself! Why does no one believe that?"
Puck hit his ass hard, now with his cupped hand. "You got a wedgie, if you hit somebody each and every time you get your fanny flossed you'll be expelled! You need to learn how to take it."
Jake groaned, "that's stupid!"
"It's real life, which I'm trying to teach you." Puck grabbed the underwear off Jake's head and tugged it.
"You don't need to teach me anything! You aren't my dad," Jake had moaned.
"Yeah, well I'm the only family still here and no one taught me how to be a man. Sam, Finn, Blaine, this glee club? That's who had to teach me." Puck yanked again, "I'm the damn father figure here, and I won't let you grow up alone."
Jake sighed, slinking down. "Please let me go, okay? This hurts?"
Puck let go and took a step back, "are you crying?"
Jake wiped his eyes, "No."
"Don't say you're a man if you're gonna cry over a wedgie," Puck said.
Jake turned around and looked down, "I'm sorry."
Puck looked at his brother's wet cheeks and sighed. Being the brother he wanted to be, he wiped them and pulled his brother in for a hug. He couldn't help but grab the briefs right from his brother's crack and dewedgie them. "Listen, just... Listen to what I tell you. I'm trying to take care of you."
Jake nodded, "Okay, just... Don't spank me. Okay?"
Puck laughed, "Deal. Besides, we need your ass as it is for our performance."
"Performance?"
"Were gonna be sexy for our auditorium Britney Spears performance... Win over some chicks."
---GLEE---
"I'm confused," Jake said as he sat down in the choir room with the rest of the guys. All the boys sat alone, wearing some trunks over their briefs. "How is stripping in front of the school going to make us sexy?"
"And how does it make us popular?" Blaine raised his own hand.
"Sexy is cool." Puck reminded as he put his hands on his hips. "We get the ladies in, seeing our trunks and shock em with the leather briefs."
At that moment, Schue walked in and stopped in his tracks. He shut the door and looked at the crowd of half-naked men. "What the hell is going on?"
"We-We We were uhh..." Puck tried to explain, then he took a deep breath, "Wanted to give a sexy performance for Britney at the assembly."
Schue looked around, "Define sexy."
"Down to our leather briefs, and Sam in his thong." Puck said truthfully.
"Sam do you want to be in the thong?" Schue looked over to the blonde, who seemed a bit reluctant. Finally, Will looked back around at his students. "I'll be here to oversee, but when you get in trouble I was never here."
"What?" Puck was taken aback.
"Even if I say no, you're still going to do it." Schue said, as he pulled over a chair. With a slight ease about him he sat facing the boys. "I'd rather keep you from overdoing it."
"I, uhhh.... okay." Puck looked back at the other guys.
---GLEE---
Jake walked down the hallway, no bags or binders in his hands. He and Sam were travelling back from Glee Club to their science class. "So, that was awkward having Schue watch us strip!"
"Every student is going to see us," Sam laughed, "Get used to it kid. Plus, alteast you have some fabric on your butt. I got a string."
Jake laughed as he paused at the water fountain. He found that stripping made him thirsty, way more than the usual exercises he did would. He slowly bent down and place his head into the fountain. As he did, he felt his shirt just ride up in the back. Not to mention, his tiger print briefs were just poking out. He hadn't learned yet that having your underwear poking out was a terrible thing to do in Mckinley High.
Jake's underwear couldn't have been yanked out of their place faster. He cried out as his body was brought to his toes by a rather sickening wedgie. The briefs cut into his ass and left him with a burning feeling that he couldn't explain to anyone. He wanted to yell at Sam, until he realized Sam was standing beside laughing. Instead he saw the reflection of Skip in the metal of the water fountain. He couldn't find the strength to speak even, until his briefs were brought to his shoulders and holding him in pain. "Sam! Help me!"
Rather than help him, Sam continued laughing. Jake was ready to scream as his briefs bounced him. He was getting lifted off the ground every couple seconds for a moment.
"Skip!" Jake finally shouted.
"Know your place." Skip laughed, before letting Jake's underwear bunch back up at his behind.
By the time Jake turned around, Skip was gone. Jake looked over to Sam with a growl. "Why didn't you freaking help?"
"Not my wedgie." Sam defended.
---GLEE---
Puck walked into the bathroom, where Sam was standing in his thong. He was combing his hair rather peacefully as he hummed in the mirror. "Thong?"
"I need to get used to it for the performance."
"Hey, uh," Puck scratched his head, "I heard Jake got a wedgie earlier?"
Sam laughed, "Yeah."
"And you didn't help?"
Sam turned to him and shrugged, "Why would I?"
Puck poked him right in the chest. "He's your family?"
"What? Puck-"
Puck snarled as he grabbed onto Sam's thong and yanked it up. "If you thought that was hilarious, just wait till you see this!"
Sam screamed as his thong fucked him in the ass, digging in and out. He was dying as the string was high up his back. "Puck! Dude!"
Puck quickly forced him to the ground, lifting his knees off the ground. Sam was being picked up and put down. He cried as his thong killed everything on his nether regions.
"Do you want a drink?" Puck asked, shoving Sam's face deep into the toilet. The sound of Sam's screams were muffled through the bubbling of the water. When his wet hair flew back up he cried out.
"Puck, come on," Jake said, now walking into the room, "it's fine."
Puck gave another yank, strong enough to rip the material right off him. "Treat your family right. You chose to be here."
"Puck!" Jake called out, "Dude, it wasn't anything too serious."
"I protect you." Puck pointed, "Can't let people not help you."
---GLEE---
It was a grueling work out session earlier, and Finn was panting like an animal as he walked back the bunks. He didn't realize how fit he needed to actually be! Finn leaned his head against the top bunk and sighed.
"You Finn Hudson?" An unfamiliar voice called.
Finn craned his head to see another buzzcut bearing man smiling at him. The man was missing a tooth or two, but Finn didn't notice too much. "Yeah," He paused to take a breath, "And you are?"
"Sting," He smiled, "You the guy that wears the, uh, whitey tighties?"
Finn groaned and leaned back into the bed, his head against the cold metal pole. "Yeah, why?"
"Well, well, well," The man walked around behind him, but Finn wasn't looking to know, "Get ready for the hazing."
"H-Hazing?" Finn stuttered. Almost as fast as he spat out the words, yet another wedgie was delivered to his firm rear. He yelled as his legs twisted and jumped, only digging the scratchy briefs further and further into his ass and completely annihilating his hole. "Dude! Stop!"
Sting looked at Finn's now thonged tighty whities as the leg holes began to grow up his back ."They really are tighty freakin' whities aren't they?"
"Sting! Man, come on," Finn begged as his feet lifted up and his toes were the only thing keeping him grounded.
"Tell me you're a nerd." Sting instructed.
"What? No." Finn refused, but immediately knew he made a mistake as his briefs only squeezed his crack tighter. "I'm a nerd! I'm a huge nerd!"
"And what kind of wedgie do you want?" Sting laughed.
"None," Finn said, only to feel his briefs stretch all the way to his shoulders, "Atomic! Atomic! Please!"
"Beg for it." Sting yanked again, a sinister voice about him.
"Please yank it over my head," Finn panted, "Come on!"
"Okay!"
Then, for the first time since High School, Finn felt his tight waistband attach to his head. Finn was once again given an atomic wedgie! He whimpered, begging for mercy. Instead, he felt a slap on the ass and a door shutting.
Finn realized there was a lot more from here.
---GLEE---
The assembly was quiet, and that made Jake gulp. He could hear Principal Figgins announcing them on the other side of the curtain. And as he sat with his muscular body bulging out from his trunks he truly felt uncomfortable. Finally, the opening notes of Work Bitch began to play. The curtain was pulled back.
Jake closed his eyes, he felt the cold air hit his body. Everyone could see him now. He looked at the other guys, then began to dance. He had to thrust his hips about and run about. Everytime he thrust his hips he could feel the eyes of million people staring at him.
Things got especially bad for him when he slid under Blaine's open legs to rub them for a second. He thought Blaine's thighs were soft, and Blaine actually filled out a pair of trunks quite nice despite his size. When he got back to his feet, he actually got the hang of this. Until, he instinctively pulled the trunks off along with the other guys. He was in a pair of briefs now, leather ones. He could feel his fat ass hanging out. Being a Puckerman, his tight briefs were prone to hiding in his ass. Natural wedgies meant showing some cheek action. Not to mention, people were screaming! He was finally relieved when the bridge hit, and he went to the side for Sam's solo. The young blonde tore off his briefs so he was doing his infamous White Chocolate body roll in the thong. Jake's eyes bulged as the various cheers seemed to shake Sam's tight, twerking ass. He was so mesmerized, that when the curtain closed he was still staring. He probably would have stayed out of reality, if it weren't for a hard smack on his ass. "Dude, that was freakin' amazing!" Puck complimented,
Jake sat, still in shock. "It happened so fast. What just happened."
"Magic!" Puck laughed, "The ladies loved us!"
---GLEE---
Sam sat on the couch alone that night. He was wearing his most comfy plaid pajamas. "Sam?" Jake asked, walking down the steps.
Sam didn't turn around. However, that didn't stop Jake from walking down the steps and sitting beside the blonde. "Is everything alright?"
Sam turned his head the other way.
"Sam? Come on," Jake smiled awkwardly, "I know how you're feeling."
"Do you?" Sam looked hostile.
"Lonely?" Jake asked. That sure did make Sam's expression melt for a few seconds. "You miss your family? You aren't the big brother anymore, now you're the little brother. Oh, but wait, now that's me. You always have your one person... And I took it."
Sam shifted uncomfortably, "you don't know what I'm going through."
"You don't have to hate me, dude," Jake shrugged, "I don't hate you. Puck... He's a good guy to me. And if you're his bro... You're mine."
"Well, that doesn't mean you'll include me."
"I'll include you in almost everything," Jake sighed, "I'm sorry for being rude."
"It's fine," Sam mumbled.
"And I will find you a new bestie," Jake smiled, "I owe you that much."
Sam looked over to Jake and gave him a slight smile. "I guess I'm sorry too... You seem like a good kid. And you did actually understand this, so..."
"Hug?" Jake smiled. And Sam quickly embraced him in a hug.
