It had been a while since Finn Hudson had experienced the excruciating embarrassment of high school. It seemed the daily wedgies had slowed when he graduated. Now his briefs stayed where they belonged, unless Puck or another of his friends took the chance to pull the cotton up his ass. In all honesty, it was something so different for him. It was different to walk down the hallway and feel like he was invincible. That was, until the soft fabric of his slacks were pulled down. The pants slid down his legs in what seemed like slow motion. First hopping over his bubbling butt and soon, to his ankles.
With a bit of shock he sat, pants on the ground. Of course, Puck was laughing in his face at the pantsing. "What the hell, Puck?"
"New Directions pantsing war!" Puck exclaimed.
Finn shook his head, still too shocked to allow his pants to return to where they belonged. "I'm surprised it isn't a wedgie war."
"If that's what you're into," Puck shrugged. The young delinquent trotted to the other side of his friend to grab ahold of his Hanes waistband. Finn had no time to brace himself as Puck thrusted his briefs halfway up his back with a single pull.
For the first time in a while, Finn was in the school hallway with his pants around his ankles and his underwear pulled taut up his ass. He forgot the embarrassment of having his bubble butt on display for a bunch of teenagers. Even worse when he even heard a kid joke about his tighty whities!
"Puck!" Finn shouted. His tight underpants were becoming looser as they stretched far up his back. His ass only clenched tighter as it was force fed a nice chunk of his underwear. "Stop yanking my Hanes!"
Puck only chuckled as he found himself pulling the underpants over his friend's eyes.
However, Finn was smarter now. He knew how to quickly yank his atomic wedgie back into a normal pair of underpants. "Puck!"
"Sorry, Puckzilla had to," he shrugged.
Finn gave a light sigh as he pulled his pants back up. Maybe things were always like high school. But that didn't make anything any different for him. He still found himself struggling to pick a lesson. He was trapped between the world of Mr. Schue and the old Finn. With all the constant struggle of his tighty whities, he had the special problem of thinking up a good enough lesson for the glee club! He never realized how hard this actually was!
He found himself sitting in the teacher's lounge. From where he was sitting he could see Blaine, all stretching his arms upwards to retrieve something from the top of his locker. Blaine's shirt was riding up, well enough to see quite a large chunk of his red waistband, plus some of the black and white striped material below it. As soon as Finn's eyes moved towards an approaching football player, he knew what was next. Finn cringed as he spotted the red waistband began its long trek up Blaine's back. Though he couldn't see him, Finn could only imagine his face. He could recall what it was like to have an ass full of underwear and a burning sensation so clear his butt began to numb.
As Blaine's underwear reached his shoulders and the legbands hit against his upper back, the jock let go. Blaine sat trying to shove a wad of his underpants back into his tight little jeans. Except, before he could, the football player returned to finish off his job. He pulled Blaine's skinny jeans down so they hit the ground. Blaine's butt was hardly covered by his wedgied briefs at this point either. "Come on,"
Finn thought, "stand up for yourself, Blaine!"
Finn only watched as Blaine was once again subject to a wedgie by the same exact jock, shoving his underpants right back into his crack. "I got it," Finn smiled as he stood up, "the perfect lesson."
