Blaine sat in his room as he awaited the arrival of his best friend. Bent over, he searched through his underwear drawer. What kind of undies are you supposed to bring to Miami?
As Sam approached the Anderson house he tentatively knocked only to discover the front door already open for him. Slowly he made his way inside, a smile forming as he decided to sneak up on Blaine. Quietly he made his way upstairs and into his friends room to find him in the perfect position. Holding back his laughter he advanced like a ninja on Blaine, quickly reaching into his tight jeans and pulling hard on his underpants as he shouted. "Whatcha doing?!"
Blaine screamed as he fell to his knees. He only increased his mega wedgie as his current Tighty Whities flew up his butt. They were given to Cooper for a commercial he did, but he didn't wear briefs. So, Blaine was baring the too-big briefs on his backside. He attempted to stand as Sam pulled his underpants near his shoulders already. "Sam! Sammy!" He both laughed and cringed as he struggled and failed to get back to his feet.
Amidst the laughing and sounds of cotton stretching Sam kindly offered to help Blaine back on his feet, via wedgie. He lifted his best friend completely off his feet, dangling him midair until he finally regained his balance.
Blaine reached down to hold his crushed junk as his briefs tenderly rubbed him until he was burning all over. "Sam, I know we're like brothers and all," Blaine started, stopping to wince. "But could you please get off my undies?"
"But I was helping you up," he reassured Blaine as his giggles died down and he let the waistband snap against the other teens back. "And you never answered me. Whatcha doing?"
The waistband of Blaine's briefs fell to just below his mid-back. The bunched up briefs remained wedgies and even the legholes could be seen in the aftermath. Rather than pick it, Blaine bent over reached into his underwear drawer. "Well, before you were being a dick," Blaine slingshotted a pair of briefs right at Sam's face, "I was finishing getting packed. But I don't know what undies to bring."
Sam plucked the little red briefs off of his shoulder but instead of handing them back and being the goofball he was Sam wore them like a hat. He reached past Blaine and held up a couple of his cheerio thongs and smiled. "Its too bad you're taken, I'm sure these would drive the fellas nuts."
Blaine blushed as he looked down. But within a second he was giggling as he swiped the briefs of Sam's head. "You're so weird," he teased, grabbing the red briefs and shoving them into one of his three suitcases. "Where's your stuff?" He turned, "What undies did you bring?"
"Downstairs," he explained as he pointed below them. "I figured with it being Miami the ladies would appreciate some color so a brought some bright bikinis. And if I happen upon anyone kinky, I have a couple thongs too." As he said that last part he leaned in and winked. "I'd recommend the same for you, because these," he toyed with the exposed legholes of Blaine's wedgie, "aren't a good look."
"You think I should retire them?" Blaine asked, sorting through his underwear and grabbing a few bright bikinis, a few patterned briefs, a thong and a nice, big comfy pair of Tighty Whities to put in his bag.
"They're OK for at home I guess." Sam concluded as he slipped his fingers into both legholes and pulled up gently.
Blaine sighed, "Well, I guess they're too big after you stretched them out already... You can do the honors of destroying, since I know I don't have a choice at this point. But only if you do it fast."
With a big dopey grin Sam happily pulled up on the already exposed briefs, forcing the waistband up to Blaine's shoulders. He chuckled as his best friend squirmed, he always liked the way his butt jiggled as he tugged but today it seemed more wiggly than before. He added a friendly spank as the briefs elastic popped and snapped before finally giving way and tearing. "Yay! I love giving you wedgies."
"I can tell," Blaine groaned as he waddled to turn around, "But what pair should I wear there, now?"
"Actually..." As he trailed off Sam reached into his pocket and fished out a yellow pair of bikini briefs with green palm trees printed on it. "I hope you don't think its weird but I kind of got everyone these. To commemorate our last school trip together."
Blaine grinned as he grabbed the pair of undies and tossed it aside. "Are you wearing them?" Blaine asked. He fished his hands so he could grab the sides of Sam's undies. He yanked them up from the sides to see the adorable pair of bikini briefs, the same pair he'd just handed Blaine. "Awe! This is so cute! Is everyone wearing them?"
Sam nodded as he gasped, not suspecting to feels his bikinis halfway up his butt. "Well I told them to. I thought about asking for picture confirmation but I thought that was too pervy.""You are a cute little perv, and I'll go change into these in a second" Blaine let the bikini briefs snap on his hips. Blaine grabbed his bags and headed down the steps. "I brought us the Nicki Minaj CD for the ride to the airport. I know she's your guilty pleasure."With that smile, Blaine turned around and strutted happily down the stairs, ready for his senior trip.---GLEE--- Happy their trip to the airport was incident free Jake reclined into his window seat, and sighed as he watched the view of the tarmac beside him. Seeing preppy Blaine slide into the vacant seat beside him the young man smiled. "Guess its just you and me for a couple hours. I suppose I could do worse."
"Don't lie," Blaine laughed giving him a swift kick in the calf. "You know we're close friends, I'm like your best bud in the glee club!"
Jake kicked back playfully, adding a rib nudging for good measure. "Careful now. Don't want your boyfriend getting jealous." He looked over to see Sam and Finn engaged in a heated debate.
"Sam's not my boyfriend. I wish he was, but he isn't," Blaine growled as he laid back in his seat. Blaine smiled as he looked over at Jake, a friend he considered awful close to himself by this time in the year. "Besides, Puck, Finn, you, me and Sam are wearing matching undies right now. Guess that makes us all boyfriends if you wanna play that game."
"Uh yeah...right." Jake chuckled nervously as he remembered trying on the new bikinis that morning. While he appreciated the gesture the pair was way too small for his voluminous ass. He didn't ever make it downstairs without a massive wedgie. So he changed, leaving the pair at home but it seemed the fates had conspired against him because even his normally comfy undies were deep between his cheeks as they spoke.
"You aren't wearing the undies are you?" Blaine crossed his arms in shock. "Jake, Seriously? Sam went out and bought them special for all of us."
"Pipe down," Jake whispered as he twisted around to see if Sam had heard. "Please don't tell him OK? I know he meant well but they didn't fit. Like at all."
"What do you mean? Sam went through your underwear drawer to find your size... That sounds creepy but he meant it in a loving way," Blaine replied, looking at Jake with a slight annoyance to him. "So that's a lie, Sam went out of his way to make sure yours fit."
Jakes cheeks flushed at the thought of Sam snooping through his underwear drawers. He wondered if he found his magazines before snapping back to the present. "Well then I guess he likes to torture me because those things were wedgie city. Do yours fit ok?"
Blaine laughed and shook his head. "Bikini briefs always ride up. I might as well join the cheerios again because mine might as well be a thong," Blaine joked, swiveling his ass to try to dig out the wedgie, "Sam probably figured you were used to it. Besides, you still should've worn them for him."
"I know. And what sucks is even the string I'm wearing is way up there too. Makes me wonder why I even bother." Jake squirmed in his seat as well, his face showing the same level of discomfort as Blaine's. "Just please don't tell Sam."
Blaine giggled as he laid back. "I won't tell Sam, I promise... If you let me see how far your undies are up there."
Blaine knew it would be an embarrassing task for Jake. Besides, he did love looking say Jake's meaty ass. Not to mention the plan already brewing in his head.
"What?!" The pink in Jakes cheeks turned scarlet as he looked around the jam packed airplane. " Dude, how? I don't people seeing me drop trou."
"We can go to the airplane bathroom if you'd like?" Blaine grinned.
"Nuh-uh, then all the guys will ask why we went to the bathroom together." With a sigh Jake saw he had no choice and twisted in his seat so he was facing Blaine. He flipped up the back of his shirt and leaned forward to show off the wad of white fabric attached to a thin grey waistband. Just as fast he pulled his shirt down and turned back. "There, happy?"
Blaine smirked as he stood up. "No, I'm totally gonna tell Sam on you!"
"Dude stop!" Jake grabbed Blaine by the arm and forced him back down into his seat. "Please don't."
"He's going to find out anyway," Blaine shrugged. He looked a scared Jake in the eye with a smile, "You should just tell him yourself."
"I will," Jake promised as he clasped his hands together and pleaded. "Just after the trip. Maybe once he's jet lagged he won't care as much."
"Okay," Blaine sat back down, "He's gonna find out somehow though..."
Meanwhile Finn and Sam sat just a bit behind the pair. Finn had settled down and smiled, "God, Dude, I brought like twenty pairs of briefs. I hate Burt being a chaperone he doesn't stop with the wedgies."
"For you maybe." Sam teased, thankful that Mr. Hummel was much more comfortable giving his own sons wedgies. "Just be happy you got your huge whities to absorb some of it."
"Absorb some of it?" Finn scoffed, "Wedgies in Tighty Whities are actual hell. Worst possible undies for a wedgie."
"Ha!" Sam laughed in disbelief. "You kidding? Bikinis are way worse. They go right up there and the legholes show out of your pants real fast. Super embarrassing."
Finn rolled his eyes at Sam's retort. "Can't say I've tried them but that sounds nicer. Briefs take time and there's so much more to wedge in there!"
"But with less material it crushes your nuts," Sam pointed out. "But I guess your right. At least bikinis are cooler than briefs."
"Cooler?" Finn turned. He was shocked by Sam's responses. "What's cool about essentially wearing women's undies?"
Sam just rolled his eyes, it wasn't like that was the first time he heard someone call his underwear panties. "Better than some big dorky diaper."
"Please," Finn mimicked Sam and rolled his eyes, "Mine fit me fine. It's yours that are a tad too small. Are those your undies or Quinn's?"
"Funny, teasing me for wearing skimpy underwear when you're the one in men's granny panties." Sam shifted in his seat, looking a little worried. "But you're uh, you're wearing the ones I got you right?"
"We were wearing those today? I put mine in my bag..." Finn trailed off. He saw the look in Sam's eyes and immediately looked up ahead of him. "Jake didn't even bring his!"
"No way." But sure enough as he turned around he saw fear in Jakes eyes as they looked at one another. "Aw, man. But I spent all that money."
"Don't worry, dude," Finn comforted. "Puck has his on, and I'm gonna wear mine tomorrow... Or when we get there. Oh and Ryder's got his on. So it's just Jake."
"Jake..." Sam sighed. He wasn't surprised that out of all of them the younger Puckerman had neglected his feelings. "Guess I'll have to teach him a lesson."
"Ooh, what are you gonna do?" Finn asked, only to see Sam's grin. That was enough to tell him it would be embarrassing.
From down the aisle, Ryder was laying back in his chair with a smile. "You know these bikinis ride up so hardcore but I kind of like them," he laughed as he looked over at Puck.
Whereas most of all the other glee boys were squirming in their seats Puck sat perfectly still. "Yeah, Sam really outdid himself finding these. Ill probably wear them a lot, but then I kind of like them because they ride up," he joked.
Ryder giggled as he sat up more straight. "Glad you like them, but I have a question. Why do you like wedgies?"
Puck shrugged as he thought about it. "Well I guess, I think its cause I'm the tough guy. Like no one has ever messed with me. So being humiliated, its like such a foreign feeling its kind of exciting."
Ryder shrugged. He accepted the answer, he wasn't actually expecting much from the answer. But still, Puck's strange fetish intrigued him. "But... That has to hurt? Don't you freaking hurt yourself?"
"Depends." Again Puck paused to collect his thoughts, being surprisingly pensive on the subject. "It can feel good sometime. You know how there's a thin line between pain and pleasure. And other times man, when I'm all alone." He smiled to himself and winked at Ryder. "Feels amazing."
"This might sound like a weird question," Ryder paused unsure if should ask his next question, but ultimately decided to ask it. "But, like, if
Jake gives you a wedgie do you find that to... Turn you on?"
Opening his mouth to answer Puck quickly closed it as his face turned red. "Not normally, but like this one time he woke me up with one when I was lying on my stomach. And I was having this great dream and... I mean. He didn't know."
Ryder laughed as he sat back in his seat. "Well, one last question. Did you try all kind of undies to see which one is best with wedgies? Or did you just stick with briefs?"
"You name it, I've tried it," Puck said confidently as he leaned back in his chair.
Ryder nodded as he looked out the window of the plane. Looking down at the clouds below him he smiled. "Well, here's to many wedgies in Miami."
---GLEE---
"Finally!" Sam breathed a sigh of relief as he set down his suitcase in front of the hotel. As he looked up at the glistening building all the others moved forward, led by Mr. Schue with their reservation info. The only one who didn't seem to go with them was Jake, though he couldn't see where he had went.
Jake was just behind Sam, walking fast to catch up. He had stopped, though, as he caught the attention of a few hot girls. Walking around the hotel front in bikinis, Jake pulled his sunglasses down his nose to take a look at them. "Ooh la la," he smiled. He bit his lip as one of the three girls made direct eye contact with him.
Spotting Jake, Sam opened his mouth to call him over but he stopped. He had been upset ever since Finn told him that Jake hadn't worn their special bikinis, and this seemed like a perfect opportunity. As his big lips curled into a smile he slowly crept towards him.
Jake waved at the three bikini clad girls. When they waved back he could feel the growing in his briefs. He even gave a sultry wink, something he rarely did.
Sensing the time was right Sam pounced. He grabbed onto Jakes baggy shorts and pulled them down to his
ankles.
Jake gasped as he felt his shorts slide down his legs. The three girls all turned to one another and began laughing uncontrollably at the boy. Jake looked down, shocked. His white string bikini briefs with the gray waistband were on complete display for everyone and wedgied so far up his ass they might as well be a thong. He was so shocked he just stared down for an entire minute.
"Nice thong!" Sam laughed, joining in with the girls. He gave Jake a hard smack on the ass as he ran off towards the hotel.
Jake pulled up his pants. He was so red he could pass for a lobster. He wasn't sure what feeling was more imminent- Embarrassment or Anger? He stormed towards the hotel, until he found something on the ground. There was Sam's suitcase. "Wanna pants me, huh?" Jake said to himself as he picked up the suitcase, "Let's see how you like shrunken undies."
And within an hour he had shrunken every pair of Sam's briefs and snuck the suitcase back into his, Puck and Sam's room. Jake crawled into the bed and laid there, smiling and waiting for Sam to discover his resized undies.
Sweaty from being packed like sardines Sam sighed with relief as he stepped out of the shower. With Jake asleep and Puck elsewhere he felt comfortable enough to leave the bathroom without a towel before going to his suitcase. He grabbed a dark blue pair of bikinis, and stepped into them. But as he pulled them up he noticed something was wrong, they were tight. Too tight. Thinking little of it he tired putting on another pair, and another but each pair of of underwear was just as tight. "What the hell?" If only so he wasn't naked he pulled the original blue pair up which restricted him in front and cut into his legs.
Jake faked yawned and stretched out his arm as he began to sit up. He eyed Sam's ass which ate his bikini briefs whole. Sam's entire ass was hanging out besides the tiny bit of fabric that wasn't wedgied up there. "Nice undies, how's it feel to have your ass eat that shit up?"
"What's the supposed to mean?" Sam asked, more than annoyed as he tried to pry his underwear out of his ass yet again. The blonde teen might have been a bit dim but it didn't take long for him to assume Jake's connection. "Did you do this?"
"Finally catching on, huh?" Jake laughed, "It took you quicker to figure it out than I thought. You aren't as dumb as I thought you were."
"What the hell man?!" Sam said in frustration as he tried to pick his wedgie for the umpteenth time.
"You pantsed me in front of a bunch of hot girls, so I shrunk every pair of underwear you have," Jake laughed as he hopped out of his bed, "Enjoy your new undies, I'm getting in the shower."
Sam seethed with anger but he knew better than to start a fight when they just barely started their trip. As Jake left the room though he had an idea. Just as Jake had done Sam quickly brought off his his undies to the wash and shrunk them down. But even his revenge wasn't foolproof. Racing through the hotel only caused his tiny bikinis to ride further up, making him walk with a noticeable limp. Even bending or squatting down caused the teen to gasp as his undies pulled into him. But a short time later he was done and replaced Jakes underwear.
Jake sighed as he exited the bathroom. A towel wrapped around his waist, he spied Sam standing with his hands dug deep down his bikinis. He grinned a bit as he began to slip his own red string bikini up his legs. Something felt weird, especially when he got them all the way up and they thonged right into his ass. Not the normal wedgie either, but an extreme wedgie. He tried to swivel his hips to get it out, but movement just drove his underpants deeper up his crack. "What the-" Jake started before turning to Sam, "You!"
"Since you were kind enough to wash my underpants I thought I'd do the same for you." Sam said with a smile, his arms crossed over his chest.
"I'm going to freaking kill you," Jake exclaimed as he stomped towards Sam, shoving him against the wall. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, Sam."
"Its your own damn fault," Sam shouted as he forced Jake back. "If you had just worn the undies I bought you and everyone else I wouldn't have been so mad."
"Not my fault my undies rode up like crazy," Jake defended as went straight back up to Sam, shoving his back into the wall once more. "You need to stop acting like a sensitive little girl... Apolgize for my undies and I won't just get you worse and worse."
"Please." Once again Sam shoved back as he stood his ground. "Says the pussy that couldn't handle a little wedgie for friendship. And its not like your shorts aren't always up your fat ass anyway."
Seeing no immediate end to their fight Sam pushed past Jake and went for the door.
Jake shook his head as he watched Sam leave the room. An idea forming once more in his mind, he grinned. Jake went straight back to Sam's suitcase and pulled out the top three pairs of pants. With a little sewing magic he refused to tell anyone he had, Jake resewed Sam's pants. "Payback's a bitch, Sammy." He laughed, before once again placing the pairs of pants in Sam's suitcase.
---GLEE---
A few days later in a busy shopping plaza all the glee boys picked up various trinkets to bring back for themselves and their families.
The feud between Sam and Jake appeared to have cooled though neither one talked to the other. They only exchanged grunts of frustration as their undies pulled especially tight up their butts, secretly suffering with their natural wedgies.
As Sam walked up to a small stall he stopped and swiveled his hips to get some relief but it only caused his bikini to grip him firmer. "Ow," he said to himself.
Jake walked by Sam and slyly threw his wallet right below the blondes nose. He knew Sam well enough that even through this feud, he'd still treat Jake with kindness. Sam was, after all, the only guy he'd ever think of as a "sweetheart".
Jake smiled as he eyed Sam's black shorts, staring right at Sam's butt. "Sam, could you grab that for me?"
"Sure," Sam said as he crouched down. He knew, or at least thought he knew what Jake was up to. He knew every little movement made the natural worse and squatting down was certainly more than a little movement.
To evade extra undie pulling Sam crouched down but the moment he did he heard a loud RIP! The sound of which caused a few other shoppers to paused and look in his direction. The wide had tore open down the seam in the back of his shorts exposed his Kelly green bikini briefs. Well, at least Sam knew there were bikini cut. To the many onlookers they appeared more like a thong thanks to how far they had ridden up. Eyes wide he quickly stood up straight, his hands shooting to and covering himself. He spun around as the other tourists laughed but doing so only gave the store clerk a show. "Dude, I have to get back to the hotel. Like now."
Jake giggled at Sam's predicament as he stared at Sam's rosy cheeks. Seeing his embarrassment was enough to make Jake die of laughter, but somewhere deep down he also felt bad for the boy. "What? Turn around let me see," Jake crossed his arms, "Maybe I can help."
While he was apprehensive to trust Jake no one else in the sea of people looked familiar. Against his better judgment he turned around to quickly show Jake. "My shorts tore man. I need to go change."
Jake grabbed the rip with two hands to examine it. With a laugh he tore Sam's rip so it was even larger. The hole grew so big it was a wonder Sam's shorts even stayed on. "Okay, I'll walk you back to the hotel." Jake giggled, loving seeing Sam red and embarrassed.
"Jake!" Sam shouted as he heard and felt the tear get larger, much to the delight of the passersby. Attempting to cover his round butt with his small hands he shoved his way past Jake into the crowd. "Forget it jerk. I'll find my own way."
"Wait up!" Jake laughed as he grabbed onto the tear in Sam's pants one more. Jake pulled him back by that, and managed to rip Sam's pants right off into his hand. Looking at the torn apart material, Jake couldn't help but laugh.
Sam let out a loud scream, not expecting to be stripped in public. He turned back towards Jake, fear and anger in his eyes before diving headlong into the mass of now hysterical people.
Jake felt actually bad for Sam as he slowly walked along the boardwalk past all the shopping plazas. The laughing continued as he walked, until it ceased at the hotel. Jake wandered up until he walked into he and Sam's hotel room. "Sam? You in here?" He looked around, "Sam, I feel like an ass now. I'm seriously sorry. I didn't want to make you that humiliated."
"You tore my shorts off!" Sam growled through the shut bathroom door. "That sounds pretty intentional to me!"
"It was intentional, but it was a mistake." Jake sighed. He walked towards his bed and took his clothes off until he stood in only his pink string bikini briefs that dug as deep into his ass as they could. He grabbed ahold of his swim trunks and knocked on the bathroom door, "Hope you aren't taking a shit, because I'm coming in."
Still clad in his shirt and underwear Sam looked up, eyes narrowed at Jake as he came in. "What?"
Jake stood in his underwear for a few seconds before slipping into his swim trunks. Everyone always yelled at him for wearing underwear under his bathing suit, but he still did it. "I'm going to the pool, I hope you'll join me."
Sam scoffed at the suggestion. "Why? Did you shrink my speedo too? Thanks but I've had enough public humiliation for today."
"Whatever," Jake rolled his eyes, "I tried apologizing. Sorry you're too pussy to accept it. Come to the pool if you feel like manning up."
And with that Jake slammed the door and left.
---GLEE---
Too bored to stay cooped up in their room Sam rinsed off and slipped on his royal blue speedo. It appeared that most of the people who had seen his humiliation weren't actual hotel guests, as his reappearance seemed to elicit no response. Relieves he made his way to the large but very busy full pool and quickly spotted Jake as he wadded into the water.
Jake stayed still for the most part as he relaxed in the large pool. He was just a few feet from the edge, and looked up with his aviators on his sweaty face. "Sam?" He asked, spotting the young blonde in his tight little swimwear.
"Hi," he said awkwardly as he sat at the edge of the pool and slipped his legs in. "Thought I'd take you up on your offer. If it still stands."
Jake gave a light smile as he nodded. "Of course, sorry about saying those mean things back there, too."
"Just let's me know you're feeling alright.. If you were to act too nice then I'd get worried," Sam teased as he slid his whole body into the pool.
"No more ripping your pants off in public," Jake raised his left hand with a smile, "Or anything embarrassing like that. Promise."
After a quick moment of silence with Sam, Jake tilted his head back in the water once more. "Why don't you go under the water, feels nice," Jake laughed. Then he paused and eyed Sam, "And no, I'm not going to do anything to you if you go down there."
Beginning to feel more relaxed Sam took Jakes suggestion and slowly sunk his head down into the crystal clear water before popping back up. "Ah, this is the life."
"Isn't it, though?" Jake laughed, drifting around a bit before knocking lightly into Sam. "Something about how nice it is here relaxes me... But also makes me want to be really hyper. I'm not sure what it is."
"I think that's just the ADHD talking," he teased as he too floated on the waters surface.
"Whatever," Jake laughed, "I'm gonna try doing a handstand!"
Jake quickly dove under water and did a hand stand. His brown swim trunks in the air and only inches from Sam's face.
Still feeling the sharp sting of his humiliation Jakes vulnerable position was a hard target to ignore. Weighing the pros and con's Sam decided with resolve to go for it. Thanks to the water it was easy to slip the trunks off but once he had them he was unsure of what to do. Instinctively Sam threw them, then watched as they flew through the air and landed in a heap just outside of the pool.
For a moment, Jake's deeply wedgied and soaked pink string bikini was in the air. Everyone could see his thonged butt! He quickly dove to his feet and ran to the edge of the pool. He bent over the edge of the pool and stretched his arm to grab them. His butt was just above the water, an easy wedgie target.
He knew he shouldn't. The pantsing was enough to embarrass Jake but still Sam wanted more. As his friend reached for his swimsuit Sam reached for the femininely colored string and hoisted it up, easily pulling Jake off his feet.
Jake dangled above the water, kicking his feet around. Too bad he only attracted more attention. Every single pool goer was sitting and laughing at Jake's utterly undies wedgie. "Oh my gosh!" He cried out. Not only was his wedgie embarrassing, it was more painful than usual. The shrunken bikinis couldn't go to far up his ass so they just squeezed any and everything they possibly could.
As Sam bounced him he laughed. The string wasn't stretching at all but thanks to the water they weren't going to rip anytime soon. The more people laughed the more compelled he felt to continue, wiggling the underwear back and forth to really get it deep.
Jake kicked enough in an attempt to swivel himself around. He used all his might to turn and face Sam.
As Jake turned Sam did his best to keep his grip. He continued laughing as did everyone else nearby.
Jake managed to flip his badly wedgied body around just enough to face Sam. "You're getting it now!" He scowled, reaching for Sam's speedo and tugging it up.
"No don't!" But it was too late. The wet, stretchy material sunk between the blonde boys cheeks causing him to cringe in pain. In retaliation he hiked up on Jakes bikini. "Let go jerk!"
"No!" Jake shouted back as he brought Sam's speedo all the way up his back.
Sam's eyes crossed as the blue Lycra flossed up his ass, making him cry out. All around them people were laughing and pointing making him very red. He yanked again, hearing the fabric pop this time. "Let go or I'll rip these off. Ready to show off little Jake?"
"Rip mine and I'll tear yours to shreds," Jake growled as he stared into Sam's eyes, "Don't test me."
"Let go on three?" Sam offered as a compromise.
Jake yanked up once more, "One..."
"Two," Sam looked intently into Jakes eyes.
"Three!" Jake shouted, finally allowing Sam's speedo to slip from his hands.
With a gasp Sam let Jake fall back into the water. His quickly sucked down into the water to adjust himself somewhat away from strangers gawking. Once the speedo was back where it was he quickly jumped out of the pool, racing back to their room.
Jake sat back in the pool fuming, "Just wait, Evans." He murmured, "Just you wait."
---GLEE---
That same night both boys were sleeping soundly in bed. Following the pool incident neither one spoke to the other and after a late dinner Sam slowly drifted to bed. As the night wore he tossed and turned eventually kicking off his blanket to reveal his snug red and black checkered bikini briefs halfway eaten by his butt.
Jake walked right into the room. Of course, Sam thought he'd gone to bed. But secretly he'd slipped out over an hour ago. Jake snapped the rope in his hands, "Ready for the wedgie of a lifetime?"
Jake laughed as he hopped onto Sam's bed, scared his jump might have woken Sam up.
A heavy sleeper Sam only grunted in response as Jake pounced. As he drooled a bit he reached back and scratched his lower back.
Jake had to bite his lip as he slowly threaded the rope through Sam's tight little legholes. Once he'd tied the rope back to the headboard he found himself all too prepared for Sam's pain. So, with a smile, Jake jumped off the bed and maneuvered into Sam's ear. "SAM!" he shouted.
Sam's eyes shot wide open as his first instinct was to jump up. Unfortunately the rope tied around his briefs pulled back and he tried making the handsome teen wedgie himself hard. Sams blue eyes crossed as the legbands of his bikini jammed itself deep up his crack causing him to shriek in pain.
"Paybacks a bitch!" Jake laughed. He eyed Sam's bikini briefs as they tightened up his ass. Jake gave a hard whack to Sam's ass and watched it jiggle around.
Helping from the smack Sam struggled but only helped to wedgie himself further as he tired to get up. Exhausted he looked up to see the rope and figured out what had happened. With a groan he flopped down onto the bed. "Untie me before I kill you. Now."
"Figure out a way to get yourself down," Jake shot back. He jumped to his bed to watch Sam's struggle unfold. He even took out his phone and began recording.
"Jake, stop!" Sam refused to move but even then the wedgie was already so bad it didn't matter. When it became clear that his roommate wouldn't help he reached forward to try and untie himself.
After multiple attempts he hung his head in failure. "Please help. This wedgie is killing me."
Jake laid back with a laugh, "What? Don't like it? It's my gift to you for graduating though!"
"Dude." Sam fought back the urge to try and jump up and smack his friend. "You're so dead when I get out of this."
"Not really. Puck showed me this wedgie, hard to get out of," Jake laughed, ticking himself into bed. "You can try, but I'll be sleeping."
With a whimper of pain Sam laid there stick and tried his best to fall asleep in his mammoth wedgie.
---GLEE---
Proud of his accomplishment, Jake strolled into the private bathroom of their hotel room the next day. Sam had gotten out of his monster wedgie but Jake wasn't exactly sure of his whereabouts. So, he walked up to the mirror and ripped his shirt off.
After a long, slow trip to the ice machine Sam limped his way back to the hotel room. After it became clear the night before that Jake wasn't going to be of any help the blonde teen took matters into his own hands to free himself but it wasn't easy. The rope was too strong and the knot was too tight so he had no choice but to wedgie his own undies off. He succeeded after fifteen minutes of trying, but it wasn't without some sacrifice to his poor crack.
Filling a plastic baggie with ice he released a sigh of relief as he pulled down his shorts and placed it on his red rear.
Jake could hear Sam's groans even from the bathroom. He flexed his muscles in the mirror, Sam's groans filling the air like music to his ears. "Hey, Sam, how's your ass feeling?" He called out, knowing it would both piss Sam off and embarrass him, "Your panties aren't still up there, are they?"
"Screw you, man." Still exhausted from last night, Sam attempted to sit down but jumped up just as quickly and held his throbbing cheeks. "And your undies are way more pantie-ish than mine."
Jake shook his head as he snapped the waistband of his black briefs, or as he and Puck called them, his tighty blackies. "I'm wearing some nice, soft briefs right now, actually," Jake retorted, "Since your boyfriend's rooming with Puck, you can come in here and see. Sure he won't mind you getting in another guy's undies, would he?"
"You call them briefs but they're probably more like a thong with your ass," he spat back as he ambled to his bed. The rope was still there, unwrapped from the bed post.
Jake exited the bathroom, still shirtless with his waistband poking out. Sure, his briefs were pretty far up his ass. But, that didn't mean he could just let Sam tease him. "Sore. Loser." Jake crossed his arms, "You're bitter because in this whole little prank war you lost."
"I didn't lose." Sam shook his head as he eyed Jakes waistband. "And who said it's over?"
"You want to come back for me?" Jake laughed, he almost called Sam stupid, but decided against it. He knew being called stupid made Sam extremely angry and hurt, and Jake wasn't mad enough to say that, so he went for a subtler approach. "Let me see that rope and we'll see who the real winner is."
The cogs in his mind slowly turning Sam grabbed the rope, examining it before making his way to Jake. "Oh I'll show it to you."
In one fluid movement he pounced at Jake, knocking him to the floor. Despite his fighting back the older teen was able to wrap the top around Jakes wrists and ankles before tying the two together. Seeing his rival hogtied made Same chuckle. Not so tough now, huh?"
Jake rocked a bit as he was rendered helpless. "Sam! What the-" Jake growled. He shut himself up the moment he realized he was completely at the mercy of Sam. "Get me out, seriously," he said, trying to sound calm. Maybe this way Sam might not actually hurt him.
"So soon?" Sam shook his head as he placed his smart phone at an angle on the table. He waved at it, showing it was recording as he slapped Jakes ass. "Come on, we're gonna have some fun."
Jake attempted to kick his way out of the tie, but he was trapped. Noticing Sam's phone he turned his head away. "No! We aren't going to have any fun!" Jake cried out, "I atleast gave you a chance to break free!"
Ignoring Jakes attempts at logic Sam knelt down and fingered his exposed waistband. "Don't worry, I won't be cruel enough to leave you stuck."
Slowly the waistband became more exposed as he gently glided up Jakes back. "I let you go when I'm done."
"Asshole," Jake whimpered as his natural wedgie deepened. "If you let me go now, can we just squash this thing?"
For calling him a name Sam spanked Jakes ass hard with one hand while the other hiked his briefs up so fast the elastic began to pop. "OK. When I let you go."
Jake let out a higher pitched moan as his briefs flew up his ass. "No," he bargained," Let me out now and I won't do anything back. You have my word on that."
"Your word means nothing," Sam scoffed as he smacked Jakes ass again. "Like how you gave me your word you'd wear our special vacation underpants?"
Jake bounced as his ass jiggled around. He let out a grunt as he began to speak, "Sorry, they just gave me wedgies! I didn't mean for you to find out!"
Clearly Sam could care less for the excuses. "All your undies give you wedgies." He laughed as he gripped the now exposed legholes sitting above Jakes shorts and pulled with all his might. "Especially when I do this!"
Jake yelled out as his butt ate his underpants up. The legholes slid further up his back with each of Sam's pulls. "Sam! Sam! Please!"
Ignoring his pained cries Sam continued the relentless assault on Jakes bubble butt, hiking his briefs up to the point where they nearly ripped. But Sam didn't want the fun to end just yet. With another firm tug he let go and flipped Jake onto his back. Looking down he winked at his friend before pulling the front up.
As if the pain on his ass wasn't enough, his balls began to ache. The already tight material only got tighter against his poor balls. Feeling any source of oxygen leave his crotch, Jake's eyes began to tear up, just a bit. "Stop!"
But Sam didn't. He pulled the briefs up Jakes chest until they reached his nipples and paused. With an evil smirk he grabbed and twisted Jakes nips as he held the melvin in place.
Jake let a few tears drop from his eyes as his body hurt everywhere. His ass, his crotch and now his tender nipples. His nipples stung as Sam let them twist in a complete circle. "Sam!" He shouted, just moments away from actually balling his eyes out. "Please! I'm begging!"
Letting vengeance get the better of him Sam pulled hard on the melvin, pulling harder and harder until finally the briefs tore completely. Satisfied, he sighed happily.
Jake whimpered as the pain became unbearable. "Let me out!" He finally shouted as he rocked around, "Now! Please!"
"Don't get your panties in a wad. Oh wait." True to his word now that he was done Sam untied Jake and watched as he limped to his feet. "I think we're even now."
Jake wiped his eyes as he looked up at Sam, an evil glare in his eye. "You piece of shit!" He wiped the tears from his eyes, "I will end you!"
And that's all Jake said, before getting up and slamming the door.
---GLEE---
Blaine laid in his bed, yet fully awake. On his body was a nice, slender black thong. It was up his ass like crazy but ever since he'd worn it for Cheerios, he'd found it relaxing. Every so often he found himself lounging around in one of these old things. He smiled up at Puck, admiring his round ass, separated by the line of fabric hidden between his cheeks. "Finally up?" He smiled, still staring at Puck's meaty ass.
With a yawn Puck stretched out his tight, muscular arms. He bounced on the balls of his feet to get some circulation going but doing so also made his ass jiggle, probably to Blaine's delight. Like his roommate, he had on a thong, bright orange in color, and also like Blaine, he had grown to like them since cheerios, though for very different reason. Most men would reach back and pull the back strap down if it was too tight. But Puck did the exact opposite this morning, hiking it higher. "Yeah. Good morning."
"Giving yourself a morning wedgie?" Blaine giggled, rubbing his own bare ass for a moment as he saw Puck's goofy smile. "I guess anything works better than your daily wedgies on me all week..."
"You know you like it," Puck teased as he smirked down at his friend. "Besides I don't think I can wedgie that thing anymore than it is."
Blaine giggled as she shook his booty a bit. "I mean, you do know everything about wedgies," Blaine shrugged, "Maybe you should just give my daily wedgie to yourself."
"The wedgie master has enough skill to go around," Puck said assuredly as he cracked his knuckles. "Assume the position, unless you wanted to fight it?"
Blaine quickly hopped up and sat with his back against the wall. He had to hide his butt from anymore of Puck's wrath. "F-Fight it?" Blaine stuttered.
"Like you're doing now. But fine," Puck sighed with a smile. "Its just gonna hurt a lot more this way."
Blaine held up his leg, in position to kick Puck. "Bro," Blaine said. Everytime Blaine said bro (which he occasionally forced himself to say to fit in with his guy friends), it came out far too weird. "Bro," He repeated, much sterner, "Come on."
With that impish glint in his eyes Puck dove at Blaine and wrestled him around. "Don't be such a baby," he laughed as they grappled.
Blaine kicked his leg at Puck with a slight laugh, "Seriously!" He giggled, "No more wedgies. You know, some people don't like them!"
"And those people are freaks!" The two giggled uncomfortably as they wrestled, each trying to pin the other.
Blaine was surprised as he managed to hop on Puck's back and yank on Puck's thong. "Ha!" Blaine laughed, "I actually got you!"
Puck hissed as he felt his skimpy underwear pull even deeper up his ass. He moaned out loud as he flopped down on the bed. As Blaine pulled again the reformed bully gasped. "Good job, but you do realize you're turning me on?"
"Ew!" Blaine shouted, letting the thong snap down as he jumped away. "Puck! That's gross!"
Knowing that would do the trick Puck hopped on Blaine and pinned him to the mattress before digging under his back for the waistband. "You're so easy to trick Anderson."
"Ah!" Blaine shouted, as Puck yanked his thong up his back. "Stop with the wedgies!" As Puck continued his evil pulling, Blaine shout. But, as his shouting ceased for a moment, he could hear a knocking at the door. "Puck!"
"What the-" Puck hopped up off Blaine and opened the door to see his brother with tears in his eyes. "What happened?"
Blaine walked up to the door, hands across his chest. He took a moment to slip one of the hotel bathrobes on as Jake walked into the room. The younger boy wiped his eyes as he closed the door behind him. "Sam's such an asshole," He looked down, hating to cry in front of his big brother.
"What did he do?" Puck spat, before turning back around, "You know what it doesn't matter. We're gonna get him back... And I know just how..."
---GLEE--- Blaine walked down the nice, hot beach with Sam. Blaine was dressed more casual for once, with a short pair of maroon shorts and a black polo. He turned to Sam and grinned as the flagpole glistened out of the corner of his eye. "So, you hurt Jake pretty badly the other night. He was really upset."
"Hurt him?!" As amazed as he sounded Sam wasn't really surprised to hear Jake ratted him out so quickly. "He tied my underwear to the bed! I had to give myself a ripper just to get up and I hurt him bad? Pathetic."
"But... Don't you think it's different? This is just first year dealing with all this new direction wedgie stuff? You're kind of a pro at taking it," Blaine tried to explain his views, but ultimately couldn't find a good enough explanation or reason as to why he was upset at Sam. "I mean, this whole fight started because you pulled Jake's pants down..."
"It started because he didn't wear the underpants I bought all of us," Sam corrected as he smoothed down his baby blue tank top. "So really its all the kids fault."
Blaine sighed as they neared the flagpole, Jake and Puck sitting underneath it. "Sam... If you don't understand why you torturing a 10th grader this entire week rather than hanging out with friends is wrong then you need to take a step back. You've been acting like a huge jerk this whole week."
"Excuse me?" Taken aback by the sudden attack Sam frowned. "I haven't been that bad. Have I?"
"You have." Jake interjected, leaning against the flagpole with Puck. He watched the pair stop in front of him with a smile. Blaine stood behind Sam to block him, even he had a twisted grin. "And you have to pay."
"Have to what?!" Sam backed up into Blaine as Puck jumped up and grabbed him by the wrists.
With a smirk the elder Puckerman pulled him towards the flag pole. "Sorry d-bag but you made my little bro cry so its time to pay the price."
Blaine pushed Sam forward and he nearly hit the flagpole face first. "You should've apologized when you had the chance."
With Sam restrained by Puck, Jake took this opportunity. Sam was looking at Blaine, so Jake grabbed his shorts and pulled them straight down. "How's it feel, jackass?"
Sam gasped as his beige cargo shorts dropped exposing his light blue bikini briefs. He tried to crouch down to hide his shame but it was no use. "Okay. Okay. Learned my lesson. You can let go now."
"But we have you at our mercy," Blaine laughed. He strode in front of Sam with a grin, "We can do whatever we want. Twist your nipples..." Blaine giggled, pinching Sam's left nipple and giving it a squeeze before he let it go in a full 360. "Noogies..." Blaine said. He pressed his knuckles on the top of Sam's precious head and began to rub as hard as he could. "But we're mostly just here for the flagpole. You know what that means, right?"
"Patriotic Wedgie." Jake whispered, loving Sam's scared face.
Sam grunted and fought back, trying his best to get away from Pucks grip was impossible to break. Blaine was always the first guy in New Directions to get picked on so having him bully the blonde teen around was extra embarrassing.
But when Jake whispered into his ear he really fought back, kicking and thrashing to get away. "Come on guys! You can't do an utterly patriotic. If my underwear rips everyone will see me."
"Then you'll realize you were an ass," Jake crossed his arms. "Puck, string him up."
With a crack of his knuckles Puck went it work as both Jake and Blaine took his position holding Sam. With a chuckle he hiked his bikini up high enough to attach two carabiners to either leghole. All the while Sam pleaded but none of the boys paid much attention. Holding the rope that would pull him up Puck motioned to Jake. "Do the honors?"
Jake smiled as he pulled the rope. He worked slow at first, torturing Sam. But when his feet were off the ground he showed no mercy. He bounced the rope as he speedily let Sam rise. "Wedgie! Wedgie! Wedgie!" He chanted.
Sam's face stayed with the same concerned, nervous expression as his bikini rose but once his feet left the ground and all of his weight pressed down on the wedgie burning his ass he couldn't help but cry out in pain. His feet hung pathetically, kicking as he was lifted. He heard laughter and though he didn't dare look he knew others had seen the display.
Everyone on the beach was turning now and joining the chant. "Wedgie! Wedgie! Wedgie! Wedgie!" The crowd roared as Sam was sitting, no, hanging from the top of the flagpole.
"I don't think those are gonna rip for quite a while!" Jake laughed, shouting up to Sam. "And not to mention, we have a pretty nice view of your butt from down here!"
He hated to admit it but Jake was right. As his undies sliced into him Sam knew there was no way his bikini would tear anytime soon. "Please let me down!" He begged as he squirmed.
"I don't think that's going to happen Sam," Jake shrugged. He looked smug as he stared up at Sam. He did feel slightly bad for humiliating the blonde to such a point, but ultimately he knew he deserved it.
"Please!" He pleaded, his hands pressed together. Sam could take a lot of wedgies but hanging, especially such public ones were the worst. Not to mention his fear of heights. He knew he could get down with one simple sentence but didnt want to say it. With a heavy sigh he decided he had not other choice. "I'll do anything."
"That's what I like to hear!" Jake clapped his hands together. "Just know that if you don't do what's expected of you then there's three men down here who would have no problem putting you back up this flagpole."
"Get him down," Blaine chimed in, tapping Puck's shoulder.
Reluctantly Puck did as he was told lowering a teary eyed Sam to the ground. In a flash he pulled up his shorts and took off running for the hotel, not even bothering to pick his wedgie.
"We did good," Jake laughed, "Now just one last thing..."---GLEE--- Jake sat in his swim trunks on the ocean side. His butt in the soft sand beside Blaine with a smile. "Okay, I can't wait to see Sam in that little bathing suit," He laughed.
Blaine snorted and titled his head back. "I've seen Sam in more revealing. But this is just so much better. I can't wait to see the look on that guy's face."
Sams face looked like he might cry. The boys had bought him a new swimsuit but it was nothing like he had seen before. The black swimsuit was built like a woman's two piece but with the back and front completely exposed. He had no idea where the hell Jake found something so ridiculous but he knew why. The bottom half was cut like a bikini with one big distinction. The back was small, seemingly purposefully designed to give the wearer a permanent but not total wedgie. It was annoying at first, when picking did nothing to help but Sam quickly accepted it. With a sigh he stepped out of the hotel out into the open.
Jake was the first to crane his neck and thus began to break down in a fit of laughter. It didn't take long for Blaine to turn and see Sam walking towards them in the distance. With both of the students laughing hysterically in the sand, they couldn't wait for the close-up and better yet, the backside view. "Come on over here, Sam!" Jake called out, trying hard to break from his laughter.
Glaring at his two so called friends Sam made his way over, rudely kicking sand at them. "Well?" He asked as he placed his hands on his hips. "Happy?"
"Turn around," Blaine piped up, staring right at Sam's bouncing bulge. He stared at Sam's perfect physique, hell, if he looked like Sam he'd wear outfits like this all the damn time. "Then I'd be happy."
"He's right, We gotta see that Sam booty," Jake teased, flipping over and smirking right up at Sam.
"Sam booty?" He laughed but obliged the two by spinning around. His tight, firm butt was held snug by the material that was cut like a V, exposing most of his ass.
"I must say, I like a lot," Blaine licked his lips. Sam's butt was just the right amount of bubble for Blaine's taste and he found himself practically drooling. Seeing Sam turn back around and his butt therefore facing the other way, Blaine scooted over. "Sit with us, enjoy the ocean. We only have a few more days."
"Yeah, sit with us." Jake smiled, "Watch the waves."
"You two are being way too nice." Sam furrowed his brow as he tried to figure out what their next move was but still he was all too eager to sit down and cover up.
"Well, we were talking," Jake explained, "And we felt a bit bad for you. So we decided to squash this fight and have fun. If I go after you Blaine, Puck and you will go after me. If you go after me, then Blaine, Puck and I will attack."
Jake held out his hand towards Sam, "Friends, right?"
Sam reached out but paused. His face turned red as he frowned, his hand instead reaching under himself to adjust his wedgie inducing bikini. "Yeah. I guess so."
"You know," Blaine leaned over, "If we're going to end this evenly I think Jake should put the same swimsuit on as Sam. After all, he was hung in front of hundreds of people and all you got was a little beaten up by Sam."
"And I got it just as bad as I dished it out,"Sam reminded his best friend as he squirmed, sand going up his crack. "Where did you get this thing anyway?"
"We got it at that store right over there," Blaine pointed to it, "Jake, if we're ending this thing we're ending it evenly. You aren't going to be babied."
Jake looked down for a minute before standing up. "Fine. I'll go put one on."
And with that he marched away towards the store as fast as he could. He returned a few minutes later in the same exact swimsuit as Sam. His swimsuit was far more wedgie-ish than Sam's. Jake's sat at a complete thong at his ass. He looked at the two boys with his hands in the air. And in anticipation he turned around and let them have a look at his meaty ass.
Sam gave a loud wolf whistle as Jake shook his massive cheeks, nudging Blaine who he was sure loved it. Hell even Sam had to admit Jake had a great ass. "Very nice. How's it feel?"
"Like any pair of underwear I have ever worn in my life," Jake admitted. He kneeled down by his friends and rest his massive cheeks on his legs. "How's yours?"
Sam stood, dusting off his sandy cheeks in Blaine's face before taking an identical stance to show off. "I feel like an honorary Puckerman," he joked. "But maybe we should cover up. Blaine might have a heart attack."
"I'm in heaven." Blaine laughed, staring between his two friends.
"Well, with that, I guess we should go for more than a hand shake," Jake laughed. He pulled Sam and Blaine in tight, "Group hug!"
Sam gave Jake a look, motioning towards Blaine as the three squeezed each other tight. "You know, its not fair that Blaine's outfit doesn't match our own, huh Jake?"
"You're right," Jake laughed grabbing one side of Blaine's speedo, "Let's do it."
"Wait, no!" Blaine shouted.
"Wedgie!" With a big smile Sam followed Jake grabbing the black Lycra and pulling up.
Blaine cried out as his briefs turned into a thong within two pulls. "Guys, guys!" Blaine shouted as he received a mega wedgie from his friends.
Jake pulled once more with a laugh, "This is how things should be. With Blaine getting the wedgies."
