Photo Story #70

Thanks to my awesome Patron, Danny, for not only providing the great pic but providing the idea for this week's photo story. If you guys want a story with tighty whities and wedgies, then this is one for you!

Danny's hands were trembling as he stood at the door to his boss' office. He knew that Jim would be angry and he knew that it would be catastrophic but he couldn't put it off any longer. He knocked before he could stop himself, feeling his heart hammering in his chest.

"Come in," Jim barked, and Danny opened the door and stepped inside, quickly closing the door behind him.

Jim was in his 50's. He had a tanned, rugged complexion that made him look incredibly handsome, and he still maintained his thick football player body that he'd had in high school.

"What's up Danny?"

"Uh boss . . . I need to tell you something."

Jim put his pen down and folded his huge arms. "Tell me what?"

Danny shuffled slightly on the spot, sweat forming on his brow. "I've lost the Williams contract. I made a couple of mistakes and they got really angry and they . . . they fired us."

Jim's eye twitched but aside from that, he didn't move a muscle.

"I'm so sorry boss. It was genuinely not my fault. I didn't mean to . . ."

"Don't say another fucking word. That was one of our biggest contracts. Do you have any idea how much money we're going to lose from that damn contract?"

Danny nodded. "I know and I'm. sorry. I'll do anything to make it right. I will."

Jim laughed. "You're only saying that because your old man is on the board of directors and I can't fire your ass the way I'd like to."

Danny stood looking at the floor, the cold rage in Jim's voice making him feel like a naughty kid. He hadn't meant to screw up the contract but he knew that Jim would be furious.

"Get your shirt off and drop your pants," Jim said, coming out from behind his desk to sit on the front of it.

"My shirt? What? I don't . . ."

"I can't fire you, so instead I'm gonna humiliate you. You wanna act like some useless teenager then I'll treat you like one. Take off your shirt and drop your pants. Now!"

Danny nodded uselessly as he unbuttoned and removed his shirt before dropping it on the floor. He looked down at his pants and hesitated, knowing the kind of reaction he'd get from Jim when Jim saw what he was wearing underneath.

"Drop your pants, Danny."

Whimpering slightly, Danny unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, dropping them to his knees. As soon as Jim saw the slightly worn tighty whities, he burst out laughing and Danny blushed like crazy.

"You really are some dweeby teenager, Danny. Who the fuck still wears tighty whities? Those things barely fit that huge ass of yours. You know what? Turn around, lean against that wall and give yourself a wedgie."

Danny gasped. "A wedgie?"

"Yep, you heard me. If we were at school that's exactly what I'd do to you. Now get to it."

Jim folded his arms as Danny slowly turned around and leaned forward. He rested one forearm against the wall to steady himself before using his free hand to grab the back of his briefs. He paused, wondering if he could get out of this, but he needed the job, and if his dad found out he'd screwed up again, his dad would fire him without a thought.

With no other choice, Danny tugged the waistband as high as he could, wincing when the white cotton tugged between his cheeks and started teasing his hole.

"You are such a fucking nerd," Jim said, laughing at the sight of the grown man wedging his briefs between his cheeks. "But you're not tugging hard enough. Let me . . ."

Danny released the briefs and Jim immediately grabbed the waistband and tugged as hard as he could. The briefs split Danny in two, grinding between his cheeks, chafing against his hole and tugging the pouch precariously low at the front. Jim pulled and pulled, the sound of seams popping as the waistband was unceremoniously snapped over Danny's head.

Jim laughed. "Been a long time since I gave someone an atomic."

Danny writhed against the wall, desperate for the briefs to be removed. "Are we done now?"

"Just a couple of finishing touches," Jim said with a shrug as he grabbed the briefs just above Danny's lower back and tugged one last time.

The worn tighty whities couldn't hold up to the strain and the sound of material ripping echoed around the small office as the briefs tore wide open. Jim yanked at them until the waistband remained on Danny's head and the rest of the material sagged down to his thighs with one piece still hanging between his cheeks.

Jim spun Danny around and roared with laughter at the sight before him. Danny blushed when he realised his cock was rock solid and leaking.

"You filthy fucker," Jim said. "First time I've had a guy get off on an atomic. Maybe you need to show everyone else."

Before Danny could process the words, Jim opened the door and shoved Danny into the office. Danny stumbled forward, the white material from his briefs falling to the floor, the waistband still around his head.

There were gasps before the laughter started. Danny clamped his hands over his throbbing hard dick as everyone in the office started rushing over to see what the commotion was.

"Take photos and videos and use him as you like," Jim yelled. "That'll teach him."

With that, Jim went back into the office and slammed his door, leaving Danny looking around a packed office full of his colleagues, butt naked, hard as a rock and wondering how the hell he'd escape.