Jamie's Aftermath

 Jamie closed the door firmly behind himself and groaned quietly,  dropping his backpack as he slunk over to the bed and flopped down onto  it. The ginger haired high-schooler winced as he tensed up his backside,  reaching back to prod at the wad of fabric sticking out of his jeans.       

They had caught him just as he was walking through the alleyway towards  home after school. The bullies had pinned him against the wall and given  him the mother of all wedgies, as they had done nearly every day for  the past month.      

Ever since he had swapped to wearing briefs, he had found himself the  target for teasing and humiliation by his peers. The pantsings, swirlies  and wedgies had now become a common part of his day, and in most  circumstances, he probably would have been annoyed by it. But he wasn’t.  He fucking loved it.        

Unbuckling his jeans and pulling them down, Jamie’s hand wandered  towards the tight bulge between his legs, his hard cock pressed up  against his belly thanks to the pristine white underwear holding it in  place, pulled much higher than he usually had it. His cheeks reddened as  he stroked his length through the cotton with his fingers, quietly  moaning to himself as he gently teased his horny cock.      

Reaching down with his other hand, he probed in between his large  buttcheeks and pressed the tight, wedgied fabric further in towards his  hole, letting out small whimpers as each shift of cotton lit a new fire  down below.         

They had really given him a powerful wedgie today. Whilst two of the  bullies had held him in place, pressed up against the alley wall, the  other bullies each took turns yanking and tugging on his tighty whities  like they were using him for exercise. Each time he was about to find  himself pulled up off the ground, Jamie found himself forced back down  into place, forced to endure the wedgie to its fullest.    

He loved how dominating the bullies were over him. He wanted, no, NEEDED  to be put in his place by them every day, to remind him of how much of a  loser he was compared to them. The constant wedgies were a perfect  reminder of it. Having his most intimate item of clothing used against  him as if it were a toy for them to use made him feel like such a nerd.  And he LOVED it. It was why he swapped to briefs in the first place, to  become a target for that attention.         

Jamie gripped the front of his underwear waistband and tugged upwards,  harshly. A gasp escaped his lips as the cotton rubbed firmly against his  dick, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. He closed his eyes  and gave in to the pleasure and pain, both sensations driving him wild  as he tugged up again, giving himself a firm Melvin to add to his  already stretched underwear.     

Squirming around on the bed, Jamie moved to his side and with his free  hand grabbed a firm handful of the back of his tighty whities, letting  out a loud pained moan to himself. He showed his poor, sore, abused  backside no mercy and tugged up again, feeling his cock pulse with heat  in response, begging for more stimulation. He quickly complied with his  urges, tugging forwards again with another Melvin. Back and forth he  flossed his own bottom, rekindling the fire that had partially calmed  down from his earlier wedgie assault.      Faster and faster he gave himself the squeaky clean, whimpering and  moaning with reckless abandon. His own pathetic noises only pushed him  closer and closer to the edge as his briefs became wet with sweat and  pre-cum with each repeated pull.    

 Finally, as Jamie neared the edge of climax, he reached back quickly and  gave himself the biggest two-handed self wedgie he could muster,  pulling the tighty whities back into his butt and giving his cock the  final fabric rub that it needed. Moaning and humping his own underwear  through the wedgie, Jamie convulsed as he emptied his load into his  underwear, just as a good loser should.       

He panted heavily as he let go of the back of his briefs, letting them  gently snap into place half-way up his back. Jamie rolled back onto his  butt and stared up at the ceiling through his glasses, a dozy  post-orgasm smile on his face. His backside hurt like hell, and his  briefs were pretty much ruined now from how much he had tugged on them.      

 And its just how he liked it. Maybe if he wrote his name on the  waistband the bullies might give him an atomic...