"So," Blaine smiled as he ventured into the small space of Sam and Puck's bedroom. With the Puckerman boys gone, that left the two together in an odd place. Blaine hopped down on Sam's bed, since he had refused to ever touch the eldest Puckerman's bed. "What do you wanna do? I'm officially not the host today."
"Why don't you grab the phone and I'll order us some chinese food," Sam said. He was sitting himself up against the wall as his legs stretched across the bed, "I've been dying for an egg roll."
"Use your cell phone," Blaine whined.
"That's what I meant. No one's seen the house phone in months. I think my phone fellin the crack between here and the wall," Sam pointed with a smile, "I'm too lazy to get it."
Blaine took a deep sigh. Sam was notorious for losing his phone for weeks at a time, he lost his last one so long that he wound up taking Blaine's iPhone 5s upon Blaine's purchase of the newest phone.
Even that was only a month ago as well. That meant Blaine was forced to get on his knees and bend forwards to reach around for Sam's phone.
Sam smirked as he gave Blaine's ass a nice, hard spank. With him in such a bent over position, Sam simply couldn't resist. Blaine felt the multiple slaps to his ass and went to pull his arm from the crack to defend himself, "Sam!" He exclaimed, "Sammy, I'm stuck!"
Sam laughed as he pulled himself from under Blaine and laughed, "So, you're stuck?" He laughed, "Like really stuck?"
"Yes," Blaine admitted meakly. He felt Sam's hand brush his navy blue jeans and then the bottom of his cardigan was pulled slowly up his back. "Sam! Don't! You wouldn't do this to defenseless me, would you?"
Apparently he would. Blaine felt time move in slow, slow motion as the bunched up undershirt brushed his ass and eventually came out of his jeans. When Sam laughed, he just knew what he'd seen. Blaine felt Sam's finger against the string of his thong, "Still wearing these, huh? And you chose lime green?"
"Sam, Sue's making me!" Blaine cried out, "Come on, no wedgies! I've had one all day."
Sam laughed as he groped both sides of Blaine's thong, "Like I'd pass up such an opportunity!"
Sam wasted no time as he launched the thong directly into the air. Blaine's legs extended as his butt shot in the air. The wedgie seemed extreme, and with each painful yank Blaine only yelled out more.
Blaine's usual yelps were legitimate screams now. Sam found Blaine's torture oddly amusing. Especially seeing such thin material emerge from Blaine's jeans. Sam decided to slowly let Blaine down from the air and back on the bed. "Something's missing.. Ah!" Without hesitation, Sam pulled Blaine's jeans down to his knees. He went right back to yanking the material forcefully, and soon enough found himself spanking Blaine as hard as he could. He spanked him until his ass was the deepest shade of red he'd ever seen. Not to mention, when he went back to the wedgie, Blaine's thong ripped the second it ventured over his head.
When Sam finally stopped the horendous wedgie, Sam paused for a minute. He heard the sobbing coming from Blaine and paused. He took a minute to let Blaine's arm be freed and pull up his pants.
When Blaine was free he wound up sobbing on the bed. "Blaine, you okay?"
"It really freakin' hurt," Blaine cried, "Let me do something to you for once!"Sam bent down to his friend's height with a smile, "Blaine, I'm sorry... But I know when you're acting. Cut the crap and get my phone."
"Asshole!" Blaine shouted as he stood up, a slight smile on his face, "But I'm not putting my hand down there again unless you swear to god you won't do anything to me."
