Peter Parker, Wedgie Boy

Part Five

Hey everyone, thank you for reading! I've been feeling that chapters three and four kinda derailed where I was going the story, so I'm sorry if you didn't enjoy those as much. From here on, I'm gonna make the story more about wedgies and humiliation (which I'm sure is what you're here for). Thank you again and I hope you enjoy Part Five. If you wanna provide feedback, my Instagram is Marctws

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Peter managed to get some footing among the trash and began banging on the door. "Please, let me out!" he yelled, though he only heard laughter in return. It was growing fainter and Peter was worried that he was about to be left alone. But then the door opened and Xavier was standing before him. He extended a freckled hand and Peter took it in his and was hoisted out of the garbage can.

His shoes and once pristine white socks were stained an ugly array of colours and his tighty whities were browned and wet. People around him were laughing, giggling and covering their noises, one person was pointing and shouted "aw Parker needs some fresh underpants!". Xavier had helped him out but was nowhere to be seen, he probably wanted to avoid any further association with Peter. Stumbling for a second, he began moving away from the crowd, trying to tug his shirt over his underpants, but that made people laugh harder.

He gained some solace in a bathroom stall but he needed to change and recover his pants. Luckily, he kept his phone in the pocket of his polo so he could message Harry.

Hey man can you come to the stalls outside the entrance with some fresh socks, underwear and pants??? Should all be in my locker

Not ten seconds later, Peter got a reply.

Yeah man sure : )

Sighing with relief, Peter sunk on to the seat of the toilet and waited for his friend. A few minutes later, there was the creak of a door and the squeak of sneakers. "Peter?" someone asked softly.

"I'm in here!" Peter said, opening the stall door a crack to extend his hand and he was given a pair of socks, underwear and jeans in a folded pile. He pulled them inside and then stopped.

"Um...I got thrown in the garbage can again, I think I need to wash up..." Peter said sheepishly.

Harry gave a soft laugh, "Sure thing buddy I'll meet you in Science" and Peter heard him turn and leave the bathroom. Peter spent a few minutes getting himself together and looked at himself in the mirror. His shoes were still stained and probably smelled, but he'd done all he could to clean them with water. He sighed and exited the bathroom, but the second he stepped out he was grabbed by a hand around his collar. It was Flash and he was drawing him closer.

"Well well well...little Pussy Parker's left his personal trash can. How'd you manage that?" Flash spat at him.

He couldn't let Flash know Xavier helped him out, "It wasn't locked, I-I just got out myself" Peter stuttered in panic. Flash was eyed him for another second and then rolled his eyes.

"Yeah whatever, dweeb" Flash said, with one hand still Peter an inch above ground he used the other to tug Peter's jeans to his ankles, exposing his tighty whities that practically glowed white even against his pale legs. Flash let him down, grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around.

"Now march!" He said. Peter gulped and began shuffling his feet as best he could with his jeans restricting his movement. Flash was following behind him slowly as Peter moved across the hallway, his cheeks growing more and more red as laughter slowly built around him. He didn't dare turn around and look at Flash, he just kept waddling to the science room. After an excruciating few minutes, he arrived and Flash gave him a smile and turned, he wanted to avoid getting in trouble with a teacher. Peter immediately pulled his pants up and fumbling with his belt, walked in to the room.

"Dude where have you been?" Harry asked as Peter took his seat beside him. Peter just gave him a grumpy look and shrugged and Harry understood. Class went on as usual and soon they were on their way out of the room. As they were leaving, Harry was on his phone and let out an audible "Oh no..." Peter turned to look at his phone before Harry could pull it away and saw himself on the screen, pantsed and walking along the hallway subserviently as Flash trailed him. It was on someone's story and they had plastered big letters across the screen WEDGIE BOY @PETERPARKER ON HIS WAY TO CLASS 😂😂😂.

Harry shoved his phone in his pocket but Peter had seen everything. He looked like a total loser, the way he was bent over slightly, gripping his backpack and awkwardly walking down the hallway with his tighty whities on full display. It was also his feeble submission in the presence of Flash that made Peter cringe. Harry rubbed the back of his head, "he's an asshole Peter, everyone knows that".

Peter just sighed and began walking to his next class, Harry jogging a few steps to catch up with him. But then they spotted Flash, leaning against the lockers on his phone. They shared a worried look and tried to sneak past him undetected, but as they were crossing a corner they heard, "Where you going, Wedgie Boy?!"

Peter shuddered and turned slowly to see his bully approaching him. Flash dug his finger in to his chest, "You pulled your pants up, have you, Parker? I don't remember telling you to do that! And you follow my orders, isn't that right?"

Peter looked around helplessly, unsure of what to do. Harry was staring at his feet and the other people around him were only laughing. "Y-y-yes I do, I'm sorry" Peter mumbled in defeat.

Flash laughed, "Aw you forgot, did you? Well I better make sure you remember from now on!" He swiftly pulled down Peter and Harry's pants and then pushed Harry right on to the floor, he writhed on the ground with his legs tangled in his trousers and his tighty-whitie covered butt in the air.

Flash then turned his attention to Peter, with both hands he delivered a wedgie with so much strength that his waistband was almost up his shoulders in about a second. Then he reached around and gave Peter a melvin, the waistband reaching his chest. Then, he shimmied the white briefs up Peter's backpack and secured them there. His arms were trapped between the straps of his backpack and his underwear, which was now stretched around his bag. He stumbled around stupidly as people's laughter grew harder and some began filming him. Flash moved in to the shot and put his arm around Peter in a mock-comradely way.

"Say hello to the camera, Wedgie Boy!" Flash jeered, grabbing Peter's hand and making him wave. Flash then shoved Peter away from the crowd and down the hallway, leaving Harry behind.

"Don't you have class, loser? Better waddle along, you can't move too fast like that, can you?" Flash whispered in his ear. Peter began shuffling away as fast as he could with his legs and arms restricted, making Flash and the onlookers laugh at his ridiculous demeanour.

"Look at Wedgie Boy Parker go!" Someone yelled, his ears ringing with the words as he continued down the hallway in shame.