Week of Bullying: Wednesday

Part 3 of a 5-part series

You come up with what you think is a genius plan to avoid getting wedgies from Megan, but your plan may not be as fool proof as you assumed...

                You walk normally down the halls for the first time in the past two days. Your poor balls had finally healed. Thankfully, the damage from the hand sanitizer had been mostly superficial, although you still wince when you think back to the squeezing that Megan gave you, and Shauna will probably never let you live it down that she found you sitting in the toilet bowl jerking off. Going the rest of the day without underwear hadn’t been fun either, and it took all of your willpower to keep your penis in check, so your hardon wasn’t tenting your pants without the restraints of your underwear, especially during History, which Dr. Miller taught without wearing a bra, for some reason, her puffy nipples poking through her shirt.

                You stop at your locker and drop off your backpack and retrieve your books for biology class.

                The experience, though, gave you an idea for how to get around Megan’s bullying today, which you knew would come at any moment.

                “Balls all healed, nerd?” You hear a voice whisper in your ear behind you.

                You shudder and your balls tighten up and your ass clenches. You can feel Megan’s breath on your ear.

                “Yeah…” you say quietly, not turning around.

                Megan’s hands reach out and grab the back of your jeans, lifting you off the ground for a split second.

                “Well then, it looks like it’s time for your daily punishment!” Megan cooed, reaching down with a clawed hand for the band of your tightie whities, and finding… nothing.

                Looking over your shoulder, you see Megan frown in confusion. A smirk starts to spread over your face, which Megan doesn’t seem to notice.

                Megan plunges her hand down the seat of your jeans, her surprisingly soft fingers dancing over your crack and gripping and cupping your small bare buttcheeks. Your penis grows to halfmast at her touch. A few students walking by stopped to stare at the awkward sight of Megan groping your butt in confusion..

                A grin on your face and your confidence rising with your hardon, you turn to the small crowd and say, “Wow Megan, I didn’t know you felt that way about me.”

                A few snickers rose from the gathered students, causing Megan to whip her head around, her face growing a bright deep red.

                “Fuck off, I’m trying to give him a wedgie!” She yells, trying to yank her hand free from your pants, but you feel her watch catch on the inside of the waistband of your pants.                 Squirming frantically, you feel Megan yank her hand back again and again, each time at the wrong, panicked angle to free her hand from your pants. The crowd was growing larger and louder snickering and recording the awkwardness with their phones. Shauna, now in the crowd, was watching with a beaming grin. You feel Megan’s hand grow warm and damp against our butt.

                Finally, Megan reaches a second hand into your pants to try and detach her watch; craning your neck back, you see Shauna lunge forward and with one smooth motion grab Megan’s pants and yank them down to her ankles, exposing her light pink thong panties to the crowd.

                The crowd lets out a whooping cheer, and Megan’s hands squirm and wriggle frantically against your butt; she finally wrenches her hands free and whirls around screaming, “WHO DID THAT?!”

                Shauna had already disappeared back into the crowd, which gasped as Megan turned around.

                “Oh my god, look at how wet the nerd made her!” One of the cheerleaders in the audience squeals.

                The crotch of Megan’s panties was absolutely drenched and dripping in her own juices. The entire front of it was one large wet, shamefully patch. Hunching awkwardly, almost shrinking despite her 6’2” frame, Megan sullenly pulled her pants back up her toned legs and her thick cheeks which were as bright tomato red with embarrassment as her face.

                You watch with a wide grin. Revenge felt sweet you thought.

                Your dick was tenting in your pants, lifting the entire front of your jeans and the outline of the head and shaft clearly visible. You couldn’t wait to head to the restroom for some alone time.

                Then Megan turned back to you, her face twisting with rage.

                You feel a sinking feeling in your stomach and your dick starts to wilt in fear.

                “Megan… uh… can we talk about thi—”

                Your voice was caught off Megan lunged forward with surprising speed, her left arm coiling around your waist like a python. With almost super human ease she lifts you up one-handed, holding you under her arm like a piece of luggage. You feel the cloth of her tshirt and the soft flesh and then the tight muscles of her midriff press against your ribs. She turns you to the crowd, all giggling at how easily Megan manhandled you.

                “Megan! Put me down!” You say as you flail helplessly.

                A massive sadistic grin spread over Megan’s face. “You think wedgies are all I’ve got?”

With her free hand, she grabs your jeans by the waist and tears them down to your ankles. The crowd gasps as your naked, erect dick springs free and your balls hang loose and exposed. Your pert little butt sticks up in the air, and Megan gives it a tremendous smack that echoes through the hall. The crowd’s phones are turned to you now, and you avert your eyes as they capture your absolute humiliation.

                “Are you done now?” You ask Megan, annoyed, looking up at her.

                Megan was sucking on her index finger.

                She smiles down at you. “Nope, time for your Wet Willie!”

                “Wet Willie?” You think. You hadn’t gotten one of those since kindergarten. You try to remember what it feels like, to prepare yourself, when you see Megan reach her arm back and feel her sloppy wet finger drive itself to the knuckle up your dry, tight virgin butt.

                A croaking, gasping moan of pain escapes your mouth as you instinctually tighten around the invading finger. The crowd gasps in shock, such a level of humiliation was unheard of in the school. Wide smiles spread across some of the girls’ faces as they watched you squirm in panic while being violated, and the boys’ faces grew pale. They knew some of the more assertive girls were going to try this “innovative” take on the Wet Willie on them when they least expecting it. You see Shauna in the back of the crowd watching you, her face flushed and her eyes wide but otherwise expressionless. Did she… Was her hand down the front of her pants?

                You can’t tell because Megan brutally twists her finger and pulls it from your rectum, tugging and wrenching at your tight delicate walls, her fingernail stabbing into them, and your whole body clenching in pain. You grit your teeth and try not scream, your eyes watering, and to your shame, you feel the head of your dick grow wet.

                Megan drops you and you collapse in a ball onto the linoleum. Forehead against the floor, knees tucked under you, exposed butt sticking up, balls and erection dangling down, and your hands reaching back and grabbing your own buttcheeks in pain, not daring to touch your burning asshole directly.

                “And that’s why you don’t fuck with me!” Megan says to the crowd.

You look, upside down, through your legs and dangling junk, at Megan pacing around and glaring at the crowd like a pro wrestler. Your plan may have completely backfired, you think, feeling the pain radiating through your ass and the breeze of the aircon on your stretched open, pulsing asshole, but at least Megan suffered some humiliation. And today, at least, your balls were intact.

                Megan leans down, grinning at you, and then her eyes linger at your dangling balls hanging helplessly, a familiar wide-eyed hunger spreading over her face.

                Before you can react Megan’s foot swings at your testicles like they were two small soccer balls, her sneaker slamming your delicate eggs up and against your body, your dick flopping against your stomach. The force is so strong that it knocks you forward flat on your face and stomach, completely bottomless and legs spread, your buttcheeks sticking up like little hills and your throbbing dick and balls under them, pointed backward like a tail.

                You groan, laying completely defeated and flat on the ground like roadkill.

                “Sorry, about this nerd, but they’re just such great targets.”

                You twist your head back, and you see Megan standing over you. The crowd behind her is watching in horror as she lifts her leg up, her Reebok positioned over your poor defenseless little orbs sticking out from under your violated butt.

                Your eyes grow gigantic as Megan slams her shoe down onto your balls, smashing them against the linoleum. You feel each egg squash and grow flat, incredible pain sparking and pulsing from them and racing up your entire pelvis and spine. A horrible dry pumping feeling fills your dick and ballsack as the contents of your balls are completely emptied out of your half erect penis, which lifts off the floor from the sheer force and sprays arc after arc of pure sperm behind you, leaving sticky white streams seven feet long across the floor. The crowd screams and dodges out of the way of your precious fleeing cum.

                Your eyes roll back from the pain. You start to lose feeling below the waist, and you pass out.

***

                Later in the nurse’s office, you’re staring down at your poor balls, bright purplish red and squashed and shrunken. Despite their appearance, it feels like 2 massive, numb basketballs dangle between your legs.

                Nurse Smith hands you an icepack and paces around looking at a clipboard.

                “It’s amazing!” She said, taking her pen out of her mouth. “I’ve never seen anything like it. Your testicles were completely emptied. There’s barely a drop of sperm left inside them.”

                You awkwardly lift up you limp dick and place the icepack on your balls. You wince — now your balls felt numb and cold. “Are they going to be okay?”

                Nurse Smith twirls the pen in her fingers and beams. “Oh, of course! Young man like yourself, they’ll fill back up in no time. I’d give them an hour and a half. Of course, the swelling and the bruising may take the rest of today or tomorrow to clear up.”

                There was a sudden knock on the office door.

                “Come in!” Nurse Smith said without hesitation even though your pants were still around your ankles and your battered junk was just hanging out for the world to see. You frantically grabbed a pillow from the bed and held it over your dick as the door opened and Shauna entered. Her face was downcast and sorrowful, she tried to avoid looking you in the eye. A towel was wrapped around her hair in a beehive.

                Nurse Smith had told you that Shauna had dragged you from the hallway to the office, with some help from Christopher from the basketball team along the way, who likely helped out through some sense of comradery. The game against the Gators went very poorly for Christopher and the rest of their team. Once the Gators realized they were going commando because of Megan’s plan, they spent most of the game trying to pants Christopher and his team. Their dicks and balls and tight asses were plastered all over the local news stations and most didn’t bother with any sort of censorship.

                Nurse Smith gives you a wink, “I’ll leave you two alone for a moment.”

                “But we’re not – she’s not” you stammer as Nurse Smith walks out of the room and Shauna sits down beside you on the bed. Her eyes dance over your naked legs and your bare butt pressed against the bedsheets before settling back to her lap. You clutch the pillow protectively over your crotch and narrow your eyes as you sniff and smell some rank and sour smell emanating from Shauna’s hair under the towel.

                “I came here — I mean I walked here to apologize for… watching you ... while you, well, while you got fingered.” She says. She looks like she’s about to cry.

                “Everyone was watching, you don’t have to like apologize for that,” you say, confused.

                Shauna turns to you and raises an eyebrow, looking you directly in the eye. You look back and get the feeling that you missed something very important.

                Shauna sighs, relieved, and looks back at her lap.

                “What happened with the towel?” You ask.

                “Oh this!” Shauna says, anxious to change the subject. “Someone told that bitch Megan that I pantsed her, so she gave me a swirlie and she filled up the toilet first. I swear, she pees like a fucking horse.”

                You wince. “Oh geez. That sucks. Well at least she didn’t give you a wedgie.”

                Shauna shifts uncomfortably in her jeans. “Yeah, well, she tried, but my panties didn’t really last long enough for her to get creative. Which I thought was a good thing, but my pussy’s been seriously chaffing in these jeans all day.”

                You feel your dick stir under the pillow and a dull ache in your balls as they awaken. An hour and a half, you think, might not be necessary.

                Shauna turns to you grinning her big sunny smile, “But don’t worry about that, I have the perfect plan to really get back at her tomorrow, and I need your help to make it work…”