"Good morning, kiddo," Burt nodded as he leaned back against the counter in the kitchen. He looked over, greeting Finn with a second nod of the head. He watched as Finn turned his head back and looked down. Burt sighed, "Is this about glee club, again?"
"When is it not?" Finn shrugged, leaning back against his chair. "We still need more members to compete. Not a single kid wants to join."
"Well, how about I look for something and you get your ass up and go teach that glee club and I'll scan the show choir rule book or whatever it is for some help, okay?" Burt crossed his arms.
"Okay," Finn nodded.
---GLEE---
Bryan Ryan once again entered the locker room of Mckinley High, a smile on his face and a triumphant bounce in his step. "Sam Evans!" He clapped his hands together, rubbing them together as he turned at a row of lockers. He spotted the young boy, looking up from a basket of dirty football uniforms. Bryan got closer to his young toy, holding his finger up and waving it for a moment. "Okay, I'm hypnotizing you... again."
Sam stood up erect, hands at his sides as he stared at Bryan's finger. His eyes moved back and forth, back and forth, back forth. "I'm totally hypnotized right now."
"Good, now, listen to me. When you hear the word "wedgie", "tighty whities" or "underwear" you will grab both Puck and Finn and toss them in a closet and lock the door. Kapeesh?" Bryan stated, watching as Sam's puppy dog eyes innocently followed his finger. Bryan almost felt bad, it was so easy to control such an idiotic boy.
"I'm totally going to do that," Sam's eyes widened as he let his mouth hang open. His face moving and looking in such an idiotic manner. Bryan couldn't help but laugh. Not to mention, he couldn't help but pull his own little joke on Sam.
"Sam, why don't you give yourself a nice, big wedgie. You can stop the next time you hear someone talk to you. Oh, but the next person to say your name you're gonna give a huge wedgie to." Bryan smirked as he turned away. Part of him hoped to see the self-wedgie in the flesh. But, he couldn't spare Sam the embarrassment of getting caught. Or, Bryan's plans being discovered.
That left the young blonde, standing hesitantly for a minute. His hands pulled up the back of his own red polo and then dipped down the waistline of his khakis. Almost eagerly, he let his hands bring the bright blue bikini briefs up his back. The fabric quickly dove right between his cheeks practically separating them. It didn't stop there though, he let the underpants arch up his waist, making sure his bikini was a thong- one that continued to tighten between his soft cheeks. The bikini pulled against his manhood, brushing past his taint and up through his crack. It burned, and he could feel it. He even let out a moan as the underpants reached their halfway point to going atomic.
Sam let his hands wander down and wrap around into the leg holes. He held them tightly, pulling them up like handles. The popping in his bikini coming very, very slowly. His underpants creaked once or twice more. He bent forward a bit, working the underpants deep into every possible place they could be.
Then, as if his vicious self torture wedgie couldn't get any worse, he was out of it, unable to notice as the five football players came in. He practically ignored them, only pulling harder on his underpants. Each of his boys turned to one another. Eyebrows raised and teeth-showing grins on their face. They could hardly even tell if they were confused or amused. Just seeing that blazing blue fabric so tight against their coaches butt cheeks was enough to make them happy. Even seeing his own hands tugging on them like there was no tomorrow. They began ton swipe out their phones and take pictures. Snapping strings and strings of pictures of the blonde moaning out, the underpants stretching to his shoulders.
