Peter Parker, Wedgie Boy

Part Four

Peter and Harry hurried down the hallway and out of the entrance. It had been a long day and they were both ready to go home.

"I'll see you tomorrow, man" Harry said, nudging Peter's shoulder and turning to walk away. Peter watched his friend amble down the street for a few seconds and then walked away as well.

Harry's confidence and casualness never ceased to amaze him. He took wedgies, pantsings, swirlies and worse with a shrug, guys still thought he was cool and girls still thought he was hot. Peter on the other hand was pretty much socially unviable. He was wimpy and attracted trouble for anyone he hung around with, but this was something that Harry didn't seem to mind; Peter had no idea why. He had a slight wedgie as he was walking and paused to did his hand in to his butt, making a passerby snicker.

Making it home, Peter trudged up the steps to the Brooklyn brownstone, Aunt May was busy in the kitchen so he made his way to his room. He stripped off his jeans, hoodie and the damn Spider-Man shirt (though he couldn't bring himself to throw it away) and underpants to shower. He washed his face and hair vigorously to get rid of the swirly swell he knew all too well. In just his tighty whities, he made his way back to his room, collapsed on his bed and went right to sleep.

Next thing he knew, Aunt May was nudging him awake. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Then he spotted his clothes on the floor and pulled the blanket over his tighty whities.

"You've only been down an hour, but I wanted to tell you dinner's ready" Aunt May said, ruffling his hair. Peter gave an embarrassed smile and waited for her to leave his room. Then, he jumped out of bed and pulled over some worn shorts and a green-striped t-shirt. He ran downstairs and joined his aunt at the table. They washed up and Peter was asleep in his room again not long after.

The next morning, Peter checked his shirt three times before running out the door. He was wearing jeans and a dark green polo shirt, a little more grown up than yesterday. He got on the bus outside and sat next to Harry, just as always.

"Here, man" Harry said, pulling out a pair of tighty whities, so clean they were almost glowing. "I washed them for you, hope Mom didn't spot the PETER while they were drying outside", he laughed.

Peter gave a nervous laugh, wondering how Harry would have explained himself. Then, someone snatched the briefs out of Peter's hands. It was Ben, Flash's friend. He held the underpants up, letting them unravel before everyone.

"Aw, Parker's started taking some backup pairs of tighty whities", he taunted as laughter started growing around them, "good move, dweeb! But you can expect more wedgies to make up for it!"

Peter and Harry's faces were growing red. "In fact..." Ben started, looking at Peter, "why don't we get the first one outta the way!" The crowd began to cheer as Ben dragged Harry out of his seat, his polo shirt riding up and exposing his stomach. Ben started to deliver a pink belly while he had Peter in a headlock.

Peter yelped and whined with each slap, his pale stomach slowly glowing red. "Ah-hah!" Ben said, spotting the waistband peeking out from the front of Peter's jeans. He dug his hand inside and pulled out the underwear with force that made Peter wail.

"Wedgie time for you, Parker! How do you underpants taste?" His underpants were slowly creeping closer to his face and Ben was able to hook them on to Peter's head. He let go and Peter stumbled around stupidly, his body contorted awkwardly with the restricting melvin.

Then Ben grabbed Harry and delivered an atomic melvin to him, thought Harry undid his easily and then went to help Harry, who was clawing at his waistband.

"Aw Ben, leave the poor kid alone!" a girl two seats behind them said. She was very pretty with curly blonde hair and a year or two older than Peter and Harry. Ben raised his hands in mock surrender and backed away. Everyone settled down and Peter and Harry returned to their seats, still shifting around in discomfort.

The remainder of the bus ride was uneventful, and Harry tried to lighten the mood with some chatter but Peter wasn't really in the mood. They finally arrived and began filing out of the bus, and then someone grabbed the back of Peter's shoulders, leading him away from Harry and the rest of the crowd.

"Thought Amy saves your scrawny ass back there, huh Parker?" Ben jeered from behind him, "must be fun to have all those girls trying to stick up for you when you're such a wimp!" Peter was struggling against Ben's grip, but he was simply too strong.

Peter saw they were approaching the large bins outside of school and began to plead, "n-n-no! Please! I don't wanna go in there!" He whined.

"Awww, too bad, dork! You're getting thrown away like the piece of garbage you are" Ben spat in his ear. He pantsed Peter and lifted him by his armpits in to one of the garbage bins. Peter almost threw up at the smell and he could feel his polo and undies already getting wet and sticky.

"Night night, loser!" Ben laughed as he shut the lid. Peter heard a clanking of metal and was knew he was locked inside.