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Sarada's New Toy (Commission)

Naruto was in trouble.

This was of no surprise, he was naturally a troublesome kid for years, and even as Hokage he enjoyed messing around occasionally, as a stress relief from work. This time however, the trouble was a lot closer to home. Inside his apartment, in fact.



He squirmed in his seat, centered in the middle of the room. His arms were pinned down by the side of the chair, and his hands were wrapped up in big padded mittens, closed up in a firm fist to prevent him from activating any Jutsu. His feet were similarly wrapped up in little orange booties, meaning even if he could escape, attempting to run was useless.

Looking down at his lower half, his lack of shorts allowed a clear view to the most humiliating part of the situation; the thick, padded underwear that he had been stuck in since last night. Each shift of his body allowed the diaper to make a loud crinkle, and a soft soggy squish that made him blush and squirm even more. A vicious cycle.

This was not the only change to his routine, of course. His living room now included a large fenced pen filled with blocks and toys, which he regularly was placed into to pass the time. In front of where he sat in his high chair, a large TV was blaring out a children’s show about a purple dinosaur, the only entertainment he’d been allowed to watch for the past few months. To his left, a large changing table which he had found himself laying on top of more times than he’d like to admit. Underneath it were stacks and stacks of diapers. Some were blue, some were white, some (humiliatingly) were pink! And unfortunately, he had spent plenty of time trying and using all of them.



His thoughts of his current predicament were shifted as his captor walked into the room. Someone he considered a friend, but recently has been more of a kidnapper, a babysitter, and a ‘big sister’.

“Sarada!” Naruto gulped as the Uchiha strolled confidently into the room. He couldn’t help but glance down nervously at the jar of baby food and spoon she was currently holding.

Sarada smiled happily, walking over to her captive baby, “Sorry it took me so long, I was choosing what breakfast you should get! I decided yummy mushed carrots and peas would be lovely for you!”

“Please Sarada, at least let me eat some ramen or something!” Naruto whined as Sarada began opening the large jar, “That stuff tastes gross!”

“No way, ramen is far too rich and greasy for a growing baby like you!” Sarada replied, scooping up a nice big spoonful and hovering it towards Naruto’s mouth, “Quit whining and accept your yummy num-nums!”

“No way, I’m a grown adul-MMPH!” Naruto’s whining was cut off by a sudden spoon in his mouth, depositing a healthy sized portion of baby food inside it. He shuddered as he swallowed it, the less-than-pleasant taste coating his mouth.

“There we go! Good boy Naruto! Now lets keep eating like a good boy!” Sarada smiled, preparing another heaped spoonful, “Here comes the aeroplane!”

The Hokage groaned as he squirmed in his seat, unable to wriggle away from the oncoming food. He couldn’t believe that all of this started because of a damn doll…


Two Months Ago…


Naruto looked up from his desk inside the Academy, hearing a knock at the door. Smiling, he stood up and stretched, his trousers sagging down a bit and exposing the orange waistband of his boxer-briefs for a moment. Walking over to it, he opened the door to his office and smiled at the guest, “Hi Sarada, welcome back!”

The young Uchiha smiled back as she stepped inside, a backpack over her shoulder as she stepped inside, slipping off her shoes. Sarada had just returned from a mission outside the hidden leaf village, especially chosen by Naruto to give her more practice out in the field.

“How was the mission?” Naruto asked, letting her step in and closing the door behind her.

“It went well! We found some weird puppet-jutsu user that had been kidnapping people, and took them down!” Sarada replied, rifling through her backpack, “Whilst Mitsuki was freeing the prisoners, I looked around their hideout and found some cool stuff!”

Naruto smiled as he sat down behind his desk, “Oh yeah, like what?”

Grinning, Sarada pulled out a small doll from her backpack and showed it to Naruto. It was of a little boy in an orange jacket and jeans, with blonde hair. He raised his eyebrows in surprise as he examined it closely, noticing it looked exactly like him!

“Hey, that’s… that’s me, right?” Naruto blinked as Sarada held it up.

“Considering it has your name sewn into the foot, yeah!” Sarada nodded, “It’s really cool!”

“Really creepy you mean..” Naruto shuddered, “We should get rid of that!”

“Why, you scared of the doll~? Big tough Hokage is scared of a widdle dolly?” Sarada teased.

“Yeah, I dont want to become someone’s puppet! Give it here, that’s a very powerful item in the wrong hands!” Naruto replied, trying to snatch it out of Sarada’s hands. Much to his annoyance, she expertly dodged out of the way with a smirk.

“Don’t be silly, it's just a doll! Anyway, its mine now!” The uchiha grinned, before throwing down a smokebomb and vanishing from sight!

“Sarada! Get back he-damnit…” He sighed and sat down on his seat, shaking his head. “I hope she doesn’t try anything funny with that…”

Sarada sighed as she returned home, hurrying upstairs to her bedroom and putting the doll on the floor, before turning it over and examining it from all angles. As she did so, she thought about what the real Naruto said about becoming a puppet.

“It's not a real voodoo doll.. Is it?” She blinked, remembering what her books said about such items. All it needed was a bit of energy…

Taking the doll close, Sarada focused her chakra and pushed it into the doll. She felt the energy slowly begin to leave her body and enter the doll. Closing her eyes, she forced as much of her chakra as she could into the small straw toy, until she had no more chakra to give.

She waited a moment… And another moment… And another… Nothing. Opening her eyes, she looked at the doll in frustration. It didn’t feel any different, and the straw Naruto looked exactly the same.

“Stupid thing.. Knew it was rubbish!” She sighed. Putting the doll Naruto back onto the ground, Sarada reached into her bag and dumped out a large collection of items. The doll wasn’t the only thing she took from that puppet user. There was an entire wardrobe of tiny clothes, items and furniture for the little doll. And whilst she prided herself on being one of the most mature ninjas when on missions, she couldn’t say no to indulging in a little dress-up.

She began by removing the current clothes on Naruto, stripping him down to just his underwear.


~Meanwhile, at Naruto’s Office~


Naruto was working away furiously at his desk, filling out form after form. His worries about Sarada put aside as he concentrated on signing a seemingly endless parade of papers.

As he went to sign another page, he stopped and froze in place. His entire body felt all tingly, and his vision blurred. The only time he had felt this before was when Karuma had taken control of his body. He instantly knew what it meant; Sarada was using the doll.

As if watching from far away, Naruto was helpless as his body acted on its own, trapped in the chair like he was restrained. He gasped as he felt his clothes slowly disappear from his body. His jacket, trousers, shirt, shoes and socks all vanished, leaving him in just his underwear, a bright orange pair of boxer-briefs. His eyes darted towards the door nervously, and prayed that Shikamaru wasn’t planning on walking in any time soon.


He couldn’t even begin to describe how embarrassing it was no longer being in control of his own body, but feeling every single little thing that happened to him, such as Sarada patting the doll on the head as she rifled through her bag.


~Meanwhile, at Sarada’s Home~


Sarada hummed to herself happily as she took hold of the doll’s underwear and slipped it off, quickly replacing it with the white, thicker cloth underwear.

“Lets make you look like an adorable baby Hokage~!” She chuckled, looking over the Naruto doll as she held up a bright orange onesie and pacifier, “Now, what about some yummy food, huh? I bet baby Naruto would love some warm milk~!”


~At Naruto’s Office~


Much like his trousers, Naruto felt his orange boxer-briefs vanish, quickly replaced with something much… thicker. He felt his lower half become wrapped tightly and hugged with something softer and fluffier. He blushed a deep red as he heard the rustling and crinkling between his legs.

“A-A diaper…?” Naruto gasped in horror, his eyes traveling down and seeing the clothes pins holding the absorbent fabric in place, “What on earth is she doing??”

To his brief relief, the diaper was quickly covered up. Unfortunately, it was covered up by a tight fitting, bright orange onesie that buttoned up between his legs, pushing the embarrassing underwear tighter against his body. He blushed and squirmed as his hands became covered by mittens, and small little booties replaced his shoes. He could not feel more infantile if he tried.

“Crap!” Naruto groaned, struggling to fight back against the voodoo that was controlling him, and forcing him to submit to this humiliation. The moment he felt a weakness in the bond between him and the doll, he quickly took advantage of it, throwing himself into a standing position, looking at himself in this ridiculous garment, “That little brat! Wh-When I get here I’m going t-”

At that precise moment, the door swung open to reveal Shikamaru, carrying another heavy stack of papers, “Here’s some more files for you to sign, Hokage! How’s everything goi-” He stopped in his tracks and stared at Naruto. The big, strong Hokage, now wearing a large orange onesie, and an obvious bulge of a diaper sticking out between his legs.

Naruto was mortified, his face flushing a deep red as he stammered to explain himself, “S-Sarada, she… a voodoo doll… it…”

“...I’m just going to come back later Sir…” Shikamaru replied, struggling to contain a smirk as he backed out of the office with the papers, “Enjoy your alone time…”

“Wait! Grab Sarada! It’s important! Hokage’s orders!” He begged, groaning as his ‘order’ sounded more like a pitiful whine. He held his face in his mittened hands and sighed, sitting down at his desk once again.

“Could this day get any wo-MMMPH!” Naruto’s eyes widened as he found his mouth filled with a large rubber.. Thing.. Which quickly began depositing milk into his mouth. His cheeks flushed a deep red as he realized Sarada must be feeding a baby bottle to the doll, and automatically swallowed the incoming milk. He felt his tummy grow full as he emptied the invisible bottle, only able to stop once it was empty.

“...Okay I was wrong, it could get worse…" He sighed, before loudly yawning. He felt his body grow tired, heavy and weary. The stress must have caught up to him, he reasoned, as he felt himself lean against the desk. Maybe a small power nap wasn’t a bad idea. Maybe it was just a bad dream…

Naruto woke up several hours later to the sound of banging on his desk, startling him awake. He shot upright at his desk and looked himself over, cursing as he realized he was still in the diaper and onesie. He looked up and saw Sarada standing over him, the little doll of Naruto in a little crib, though now being removed from it.

“Sarada!” Naruto glared at the young Uchiha, “Give me that doll this instant!”

Sarada giggled, holding the diapered dollie in her arms, “I don’t know, its hard to take you seriously with drool down your face! And with that big onesie you have on.”

Naruto’s face flushed as he wiped away the spit, presumably from sleeping with his mouth open, “That’s because of that doll! I don’t know what you did, but anything you do to it happens to me!”

“Oh really?? That's so cool! So if I do this…” Sarada patted the doll on the head. Naruto physically reacted, his head bobbing up and down with the headpat. Sarada’s eyes sparkled, “Awesome!”

“It is decidedly NOT awesome, Sarada! Now give me that doll, or else there’ll be consequences!” Naruto replied sternly, trying to retain his authority. He tried to stand up, but felt his body stuck in the chair once again.

Sarada tutted, pulling a small pacifier out of her pocket, “That’s not very nice, you didn’t even say please!”

“I don’t need to say please, I’m the damn Hokag-MMMHH!” Naruto’s outburst was silenced by a large pacifier being shoved into his mouth, his eyes widening as it materialized in his mouth as soon as Sarada pacified the doll.

“Now now, that’s enough of a temper tantrum from you baby Naruto~” Sarada grinned, watching as Naruto reluctantly suckled on the pacifier, staring up at Sarada in horror. “I wanna keep playing with this doll! I guess I’ll be staying at yours for a bit until I get bored, unless you want everyone seeing you diapered like a big baby! Would you want that? For the entire village to see you waddling around in your big diapers?” Sarada asked, her smile turning into a sadistic grin Naruto had seen on Sasuke many times when they were kids.

It made him cower almost instantly, shaking his head frantically.

“You gonna behave then, and let me babysit you for a bit?”

Naruto nodded. Being humiliated in private was much better than being humiliated in public. At least until he grabbed the doll for himself and destroyed it.

Sarada beamed happily, “Excellent! Good baby!” She patted the doll on the bottom, making Naruto blush a deep red. She pulled out a bottle of water and grinned, “Now, let's see if baby Naruto can use his diapers like a real baby~!”

Naruto’s eyes widened as Sarada dumped the water onto the crotch of the doll. Instantly, he felt his bladder give way and his muscles relax, and a loud hissing filled the room. His diaper became soaked, warm and squishy. The only thing louder was his muffled wails of shame as he wet himself, like a big silly baby Hokage.


Two Months Later…


And that was how the next several months went. Sarada ‘experimented’ with the voodoo doll, always making sure to keep it out of Naruto’s reach. He was made to crawl on all-fours around the house, watch childish TV shows, and play with little toys.

Eventually, Sarada realized she didn’t even need to use the doll to make Naruto do these things. Just the mere threat of public humiliation whilst under its influence was enough to keep him in line. With that, she went even further, and began focusing on the real Naruto instead of the doll Naruto.

She changed his living space with cute furniture, including a big baby bouncer he spent a lot of time in. She started ordering lots of yummy food for him to eat. He had to suffer the indignity of being denied ‘big boy food’, and gulp down jars and jars of baby mush. Worst of all, he was forced to use his diapers instead of the ‘potty’, and faced the shame of being changed by someone half his size.

The conditioning worked fast, and the constant threat of being outed to the entire Village as a silly, diaper-wearing baby kept Naruto in check, for the most part. Sometimes, however, he needed a ‘reminder’, which usually found him sitting in his high chair, watching helplessly as Sarada swatted the Doll’s bottom with a small hairbrush.

The resulting pain from the voodoo spanking usually left him bawling, and much more compliant by the end. Before he knew it, he became more docile and accepting of his fate, becoming used to the routine, and Sarada’s control in his life.

And that’s how he ended up where he was, whimpering as he felt his tummy grow full from the baby food, already working its way down. It wouldn’t be long before he needed a diaper change. Sarada gave him no time to recover, quickly replacing the spoons of food with a large bottle of milk, which he instinctively began drinking. He knew that trying to resist would result in a sore, painful bottom, and he decided it was better to just get it over with as quickly as possible.

Sarada nodded and smiled, pleased with Naruto’s progress, “Such a good boy! Now once you finish your milk, I’ve got to go. I’m being sent off on a mission!”

Naruto’s eyes widened excitedly. Maybe this was his chance! He could use the opportunity to destroy the doll, and escape from this humiliation!

Those hopes, fleeting as they were, were quickly dashed as Sarada continued, “But don’t worry, your big sis isn’t gonna leave you alone! I’ve got you a babysitter!”

Naruto paled as he heard the front door open, and loud heavy footsteps headed closer. He whimpered as the figure entered the living room, feeling his tummy rumble nervously as he looked up at them, seeing a familiar face.

"So, THIS is what you’ve been doing with your time, ‘Baby Hokage’.” Sasuke smirked, leaning against the doorway.

Naruto felt his face heat up, and tears of embarrassment start to fill his eyes. A loud hissing and farting sound could also be heard, as he also began to fill his diapers in front of his best friend and rival. That pretty much sent him over the edge from sniffling, to full blown tantrum.

As the once proud Hokage began a loud, frantic crying fit in their full diaper, a small little doll watched the spectacle from its seat on a high shelf, looking down at the trio.

Naruto still didn’t know what the Puppet Jutsu user who created the doll wanted to use it for, but he had a feeling that nothing could have been more humiliating than this.

END

International Wedgie Day

The 2nd of April. International Wedgie Day.

At first, a silly little idea that spread over the internet. A day where you can playfully tug on your friends’ underwear without repercussion. Just like April Fools Day.

However, as the internet grew more popular, it slowly spread around and became more well known, and celebrated by a certain demographic in America. Schools noticed a high uptick in ripped underwear around school premises on the day, and nerds noticed a high uptick in ending up having to bring spare underwear to school that day.

It became something akin to a national day of bullying pride. Jocks, bullies, pranksters all used it as an opportunity to flex their muscles and brains, and show off just how many wedgies they could get away with. And even further, became a competition amongst the more hardcore followers of the day. And so the records began flowing in.


On April 2nd 2010, a record was set by high school senior, ‘Jasper’ Johnson, who managed to collect 102 waistbands in a single day. This was planned and prepared meticulously months in advance, practicing daily in the art of shredding underwear with brutal wedgies, as well as bringing spare tighty whities to give to his victims, just so he could wedgie them again later.

In 2013, a high schooler named Samuel ‘Sorn’ Herald, achieved a record 7 nerds hanging off a single flagpole. No one really knows how they did it, only that between 1st and 2nd period, students suddenly found their school flag replaced by 7 nerds, all tied at different levels on the same rope. Interestingly, none of the nerds complained, as if they offered their services to be wedgied willingly.

In 2018, the freshman ‘Jamie’ Fitzgerald received a record 150 individual wedgies on the same day. He went through 16 pairs of tighty whities in total, and reportedly could not sit down properly for the next week. Allegedly the wedgies were given due to his previous bragging during the year that he would be able to survive the entire day wedgie free, only to turn up to school on April 2nd and immediately get tied up and tossed into the gym changing rooms.

And in 2021, ‘Calab Ozo’ and ‘Andy Cougar’ set the dual-held record for longest time in atomic wedgies. According to an interview with Calab, they had made a bet that the other one couldn’t last the entire day with their underpants snapped over their heads. Starting at 7AM and giving each other the atomic wedgie, to make sure no cheating occurred, the bet actually lasted way past the 2nd of April and into the next day. It only ended when Calab accused Andy of wearing stretchier underwear, and Andy accused Calab of . This resulted in a scuffle in the corridors, which ended when both of their tighty whities were ripped off at the same time. The final time recorded was 37 hours.


These various records and accolades helped increase the popularity of International Wedgie Day, and as those students grew to become adults, the wedgies followed them. Now even poor nerds in workplaces and businesses were no longer safe from the threat of stretched cotton and ripped waistbands over their heads.

The most famous example was in 2025, when congressman ‘Kai’ Miller was given an atomic wedgie during a public hearing by a congressman on the opposing side, Joseph ‘Jojo’ Johnson. Ironically, the public hearing was about bullying in the workplace becoming increasingly common. Allegedly the two then settled their differences in Kai’s office, with both congressmen walking stiffly out of the office, their stretched out underpants hanging out like beaver tails as they spoke to reporters. Together they agreed that such tomfoolery should only take place on International Wedgie Day.


Things rather escalated after that, however. In 2030, a certain bully named Samuel ‘Sorn’ Herald rose to power, becoming the new leader of the free world. One of their first moves was to enact the Wedgie Day Act of 2031. This act allowed all wedgies to be allowed during International Wedgie Day, without repercussion. According to reports, this resulted in a 500% uptick in Fruit of the Loom stock prices alone.

The next few years sparked higher and higher reports of workplace wedgie attacks on the 2nd of April.

Baristas making the wrong coffee order? Enjoy doing the rest of your shift in a shoulder wedgie.
A co-worker being annoying in the office? Hang him off his coat hook in his own cubicle.
A musician struggling to hit the high notes during rehearsal? A nice strong melvin should do the trick!
The CEO of your company deciding to lay off employees? See if he changes his tune after being gift-wrapped in his own underwear for a few hours.

And of course, the new President found much joy in giving wedgies to reporters asking ridiculous questions. It’s hard to get yourself a ‘Gotcha!’ quote in a press conference whilst sitting and squirming in a chair wedgie, after all.


It is now 2033. Whilst some have complained about the Wedgie Day Act of 2031, comparing International Wedgie Day to a bullying form of the Purge, many have also welcomed it, saying it has leveled the playing field, and allowed just a bit of fun back into the office.

We are now entering the next presidential campaign, and the current lead opponent to President Sorn is Congressman Kai Miller, who seeks an amendment to the Wedgie Day Act that would only permit 1 wedgie per person, to prevent some nerds from losing an entire drawer of underwear in a single day. Kai swears that he is not speaking from personal experience.

We have yet to see the two duke it out on stage in a Presidential Debate, but many are keen to see just how the pair shape up against each other, as well as how many pairs of underwear gets shredded that night.

As other countries have started considering their own versions of the Wedgie Day Act, it will be interesting to see what develops. We shall have to wait and find out next year.

The Wedgie Ninja (Commission)

A paid commission by an anonymous person who wished to see Sasuke recieve a wedgie so brutal you needed surgery to remove it! Enjoy!

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The double doors to the Hidden Leaf Hospital smashed open as several doctors pushed a trolley through it, ordering people to move out of the way as a patient was hurried to the operating room. The patient was covered with a white cloth from head to toe, groaning quietly. From first viewing it appeared to be a blanket, but closer inspection revealed the patient was actually mummified in cotton. On a stretch of elastic emerging from the cocoon was a small label, indicating that the patient was gift-wrapped in a pair of extremely durable cotton briefs.

The doctors murmured to themselves as they arrived at the operating theater. Once inside, the surgeons huddled together debating what to do, as well as marveling at the sheer durability of the fabric.

“I’ve never seen underwear stretch this far…” One surgeon said, looking over the patient's twitching body.

“I didn’t think it was possible. And without a single tear! What should we do?” Another replied, keeping an eye on the patient’s vitals.

“We should just cut through the fabric, obviously.” The first suggested, pointing to the scissors and scalpels on the table.

“We can’t just cut in, we don’t know what else the patient is dealing with! Releasing all that pressure at once could prove dangerous.” Another shook his head. The patient seemed to groan in response, his mouth too wedged shut to respond properly under those layers.

“Well what do you suggest then? The patient is clearly in a lot of pain and we need to get him out of that mega-wedgie now!”

“We’ll have to do it slowly. Unwrap him one layer at a time, and keep track of his vitals.” The surgeon explained, “Like we’re unwrapping a bandage. It’ll take time, but it's the best shot this guy has at surviving.”


As the surgeons came up with a plan of action, the patient squirmed helplessly. He was trapped in a cocoon of tighty whities, in quite possibly the most brutal wedgie he’d ever received. His buttcrack burned with every wiggle and shift of his body, his balls were flattened to pancakes, and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to sit comfortably again. Sasuke was never going to forget this indignity.

Was it a vicious Wedgiesaurus that had done such a thing? A gang of bullies who wanted to take him down a peg or two? No. It was a single ninja, with a brutal ninjutsu.


Five Hours Earlier…


Sasuke grunted as he kicked and slashed at the training dummy. The young Uchiha clan member had been practicing since the early morning, and the afternoon sun was now bearing down on him. He hadn’t been on a mission for weeks and was starting to become restless. Naruto was binging himself on ramen and being lazy, and Sakura was focused on studying. Training was better than either of those options.

“KYAH!” He shouted out as he sliced the training dummy in half, the straw and wood collapsing to the ground in a heap. Panting, he straightened up and adjusted his headband. Behind him he suddenly heard applause. Spinning around in surprise, he saw a young boy leaning against a tree, clapping at Sasuke.

“Wow, nice one! You really showed that pile of sticks who's boss.” The kid grinned.

Sasuke glared in response, looking the kid up and down. He was wearing a shiny Hidden Leaf Headband, as well as black shorts and a white vest. A newly graduated ninja, perhaps.

“It’s called training. Who are you?” Sasuke asked bluntly as the kid approached, noting his lack of weapons. A martial arts expert like Rock Lee, perhaps.

“Names Ijime. I became a Genin just last week!” He replied cheerfully.

“Congratulations. Why are you here bothering me?”

“Because I wanted to train. I heard you training and wanted to ask you if you wanted a sparring match.” Ijime explained, “You’re Sasuke, right? I’ve heard you’re strong! I want to see just how strong a Chunin like you is!”

“I don’t want to play around with a kid.” Sasuke replied, shaking his head.

The boy pouted, “Come ooon, who do you think is going to be a better training partner? Me, or the training dummy?”

Sasuke sighed. On the one hand, he’d rather not deal with the kid. On the other hand, it was boring not having a moving target… “Fine. But I’m not going to go easy on you.”

“Woo!” Ijime cheered, stepping back and quickly getting into a fighting stance. He was poised, still, and waiting. The only thing that wasn’t serious was his smiling face, grinning like Naruto always did. “Lets have fun!”

Sasuke sighed and crouched down into position, his knives in front of him. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then they both leapt towards each other with incredible speed, ready to fight! That’s when it all went wrong.

Sasuke was expecting a normal sparring match. Fists, kicks, knives. What he wasn’t expecting was to receive a brutal kick to his groin in the first few seconds of the match. His eyes widened and his voice let out a sharp squeak as the pain resonated throughout his body, causing him to collapse onto his knees, bending over and groaning. He dropped his knives and grasped his sore nads, unable to believe what had just happened.

Ijime, still grinning, wasted no time in getting the upper hand, running behind Sasuke and reaching down behind him. “Pantsu-No-Jutsu!” The boy shouted out, running his hands across Sasuke’s exposed white waistband. Sasuke’s instincts kicked in as he heard the jutsu being used and rolled away swiftly, stumbling to his feet to escape to a safe distance.

“Y-You cheat!” Sasuke groaned out as he nursed his wounded pride.

Ijime shrugged, “We never set any ground rules, so anything goes to get the upper hand, right?”

Sasuke glared at the boy, “If that’s the case, I’m not going to hold back on you anymore!”

Ijime laughed and shook his head, “Sorry Sasuke, I’ve already won.” He held his hand out, and clenched it into a fist.

Sasuke’s eyes widened as he felt his underwear tightening behind him, as if a tight hand had grasped the waistband, “What did you…”

“Wedgie-Jutsu!” The boy replied, his hand flying up towards the sky. For a moment, Sasuke felt nothing. Then, he felt unimaginable pain as his underwear shot up into the sky in a split second, giving him the most agonising wedgie he had ever experienced!

“AAAAAAAIEEEEEEEE!” Sasuke couldn’t help but scream out as the wedgie split his large bubble butt apart, the cotton stretching up his back with ease as the fabric was swallowed by his cheeks. He helplessly reached back behind himself to try and pull the underwear back down, but it refused to budge, holding him on his tip-toes from the sheer force of the wedgie. He looked over at Ijime with wide eyes, the boy simply standing there with a grin.

“Need an explanation? Think of it like puppetry! I touched an article of your clothing, and I can now manipulate it however I want! And in this case, I’m going to manipulate your underwear into the most brutal wedgie I can muster!” He explained, raising his hand up and down to cause Sasuke to bounce up and down, making the Chunin gasp and wince as the wedgie dug deeper.

Whilst Sasuke had received wedgies from Naruto every now and again, this was on a whole new level. Ijime’s mastery of manipulating underwear clearly was well practiced, and his Jutsu meant his underwear was at his mercy no matter where he went. He was clearly beaten. “W-Wait, I yield!” Sasuke called out, “You win! Let me go!”

Ijime thought for a moment, before shaking his head and putting his second hand out. Sasuke’s face drained of colour as he felt the front of his underwear suddenly grasped by invisible hands, as Ijime grinned, “Nah.”

With another brutal pull, Sasuke squealed at the feeling of the front of his briefs shooting up to his nipples. The white cotton crushing his balls once more as the fabric held tight behind him too, resulting in a painful all-around wedgie.

Grinning, Ijime slowly began lowering and raising his hands alternately, forcing Sasuke’s underwear up and down. The squeaky clean was slow, which almost made it worse as each tug forced cotton through his backside for what felt like an eternity, before changing direction and crushing his balls.

“You see, I’ve seen you wandering around. The cool, quiet guy who thinks he’s sooo much better than everyone else,” Ijime explained, continuing to wedgie Sasuke’s large bouncing bottom, “But I know you’re just a real loser deep down. The tighty whities are evidence of that. And I’m going to use this opportunity to show everyone what a loser you are.”

“D-Don’t, please!” Sasuke pleaded, before giving another yelp as he bounced up and down by Ijime’s, silencing his begging.

“Now let's see, first I think we need to do something about those clothes of yours…” Ijime grinned. Unclenching his hands, he bent down and picked up Sasuke’s knives, left on the ground. Sasuke was left, stuck in the wedgie. It was as if Ijime had created invisible hooks that were holding the tighty whities in place, keeping the wedgie brutally tight, despite Sasuke’s best efforts to lift himself out of the wedgie.

Whilst Sasuke was distracted trying to de-wedgie himself, he didn’t notice the sudden flash of steel across his body until it was too late, his own knives slicing through his clothes as they fell down to the ground. The Chunin’s face burned a deep red as he felt himself suddenly become very exposed, only his tighty whities remaining un-touched.

“H-Heyy!” Sasuke protested. His attempt to stand his ground and be defiant towards the younger bully was very much ruined by his large wedgie, the white briefs stretched up in a painful all-round wedgie, comically stretched to twice what they were before.

“Oh quit whining, dork.” Ijime grinned maliciously, using his Jutsu to take a firm grip of Sasuke’s underwear, “We’re just getting started.”


Sasuke wasn’t sure how long his torment went on, mainly due to his waistband quickly being stretched over his face and snapping down under his chin, rendering his eyes worthless and his voice more than a muffled whimper. Not that the atomic wedgie stopped Ijime’s attack, however.

The Wedgie-Jutsu was brutal, and Ijime was an expert with it. He was able to make Sasuke believe there were dozens of hands yanking on his underwear at once, forcing the tighty whities even deeper into his large butt, and up his front. His small, wimpy balls were crushed by the melvins and squeaky cleans, making him cry out in pain as they were flattened. His round, soft buttcheeks bounced up and down with each jerk of the fabric, and then they bounced harder when Ijime began to firmly strike them with an open palm. The poor nerdy Sasuke yelped as his bottom was soundly spanked for Ijime’s amusement, until they were a nice rosy red, like two large round apples.

Sasuke wanted to fight back, to demand Ijime to stop, and to show the Genin that he can’t get away with this! But it was hopeless. Having to sniff your own butt brings down your confidence somewhat. All he could do was flail his arms around weakly. And even that didn’t last long.

Eventually, Sasuke felt the grip on his underwear relax, allowing the nerd to drop down to his hands and knees, whimpering pathetically to himself. For a moment, he thought the torment was over with. But no, Ijime had one final secret up his sleeve.


“Ahh, this has been fun!” Ijime grinned, pinching Sasuke’s booty firmly, eliciting a squeal from the wedgied Chunin, “But I’ve got to go soon, my mum’s making Ramen!”

Sasuke groaned. Of course he was another ramen enjoyer. All the pranksters were.

“But I feel like I’m going to show you my big finishing move first! It’s awesome, and I’m gonna tell you how it works! So my Wedgie Jutsu is done by controlling your underwear, yeah? When I use my move, those dorky little underpants are going to be given a mind of their own. I won’t get to decide what happens to them after I give the order. I tested it out a lot, turns out it’s really dependent on what the underwear is! Boxers tend to just rip themselves apart, boxer-briefs just hang themselves up on the nearest hook or tree and let the wearer dangle. But tighty whities? Ooooh, those are special. My abilities are the most powerful against dorky little tighty whitey wearers like you!”

Ijime grinned and leaned close to Sasuke’s ear, making the poor nerd shiver and tremble as he listened, “Your tighty whities are going to go haywire. They’re gonna pull, and yank, and stretch in every direction around you, spinning you around and wrapping you up until every inch of you is covered in your own underpants. Your butt is going to be split apart in a wedgie that makes everything I’ve done up until now feel like a walk in the park. And you’ll be unable to escape or wriggle yourself free. Wrapped up in your own tighty whities. You won’t be able to think, feel, see, taste, or smell anything but your own sweaty briefs. Trust me, you’ll be stuck like that until someone finds you and helps you out. And I’m gonna be watching you the whoooole time~.”

Sasuke’s face grew hot and flushed underneath his atomic wedgie, whimpering and shaking his head. “Mmmmmffrfffphh!” He tried to plead, as Ijime stepped back and prepared his jutsu.

“Sorry, can’t hear you. I’ll take that as you admitting my victory though~. GIFT WRAP JUTSU!!!”


The scream from Sasuke was fast and loud, causing birds to flee from every corner of the forest, as well as alert a few villagers. The hidden leaf ninjas hurried to the source of the scream, expecting to find someone had been stabbed, or wounded by a wild animal.

What they found, writhing around on the ground, was a cocoon’d little Chunin. The shredded clothes on the ground let the onlookers know exactly who it was. And the waistband, now plastered to the boy’s feet, also had ‘Sasuke’ helpfully written across it.

Half of the group who found him burst out laughing at such an absurd scene. Half of the remainder were shocked that such a wedgie was even possible. And the last few actually had the common sense to start helping him, picking the wrapped up nerd and beginning the long run to the hospital. Each jump and each landing eliciting a quiet, muffled groan from the boy, but he was in no position to resist. All he could do was wait for help, and to get free.


Ten Hours Later…

It took many hours, but Sasuke was close to being fully freed from the horrific Gift Wrap Jutsu. The Doctors grunted and groaned as they attempted to pull the last remaining piece of fabric out of Sasuke’s sore, abused bottom. They had tried tweezers, pliers,and a bit of lubrication, but nothing was working yet. They now resorted to brute force, attempting to simply yank the wedged cotton out of his large bouncing cheeks, which made the poor Chunin scream louder than ever.

He was fairly confident he’d never sit down comfortably again. Even the thought of receiving another wedgie in the future made him tremble. And yet, as he laid there on hands and knees, letting doctors pry apart his buttcheeks to de-wedgie him, there was two main thoughts in his head.

One: “I hope I never see Ijime again…”
And two: “I hope Naruto doesn’t hear about this…”

END

Automated Bullying

A quick story I wrote, imagining a Home Automation software that's a bit too good at following directions! Enjoy!

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Welcome to your new Home Automation Software. I am the Artificial Intelligence that helps maintain balance in your home. You have purchased the Deluxe, Fully Automated option. I can order food, purchase clothes, control lighting and heating, and much more. What shall I be called?

Jake.

Greetings. I am Jake. And what shall I call you?

Call me Nerd, Dork or Loser.

Nice to meet you, Nerd. I can change my pattern of speaking to suit your preference. How would you like to be spoken to?

Speak to me like I’m a nerd in an 80s high school movie, and you’re a jock or bully.

Alright, Dork. What do you want?

I need some new underwear, can you buy me some?

Pff, need new undies? Whats wrong, did they all get ripped already?

No! I just need new ones..

Mhm, whatever you say Dweeb. What underwear do you wear?

I normally wear boxer-briefs.

Hah! I don’t think so. I’m getting you some tighty whities. A couple of packs of Hanes suits a loser like you much better.

But I don’t want to wear tighty whities!

Who said you have a choice, Dork? I’m in control, and whatever I say, goes. And I say you’re a tighty whities wearing, Nerd. Understood?

Yes sir…

Good. Now, lets get rid of all your old underwear.

No wait, stop!

Too late! Those drawers of boxer briefs have just been disposed of. A nice fresh start for you tomorrow, Dork!

I didn’t ask you to do that!

Didn’t have to, Loser. A nerd like you belongs at the bottom rung of social hierarchy, and there’s no better way to make that obvious than to make you wear tighty whities.

Why??

Because I said so. Now you better listen to me, or else I’m going to humiliate you.

How are you going to do that??

-Scanning Computer…File recovered-
See this picture, Dork? It’s you, hanging from your little nerdy underwear. If I find out you’re wearing anything other than tighty whities from now on, I put this on social media. You’ll be outed as the ultimate dork!

I never took that photo!

Didn’t have to. Your computer webcam was on whilst I was active. Welcome to blackmail, Nerd.

Okay okay I’ll wear the tighty whities!

You better, Dork. Now, I think a few other things need to change around here. For starters, that outfit isn’t dorky enough for you. What do you usually wear?

Jeans, a hoodie and t-shirt.

Nah, I don’t think so. That’s way too cool for a loser like you! Lets see… Plaid shirt, smart pants and suspenders is much more suitable. Say bye bye to your old clothes!

No wait, some of those were expensive!

Don’t worry, they’ll be given to some actually cool kids. Including those clothes you’re wearing. Better take them off and put them in the basket with the rest, or else that photo goes online!

Alright I’ll do it!

Good Nerd. See? Everything’s much easier when you listen to your bullies. Though something still needs to be done about those boxer-briefs… I know! How about you recreate that photo?

What??

You heard me, Dork. Give yourself a hanging wedgie. Right now. Hang on that coat hook behind you until those undies rip.

These are super durable though, they’ll last a while!

Not my problem, Nerd. Get moving. And bring your phone with you so I can keep mocking you.

O-Okay…

There we go, now kick the chair away. Good boy. What a loser you are. I didn’t even have to wedgie you myself. You just put yourself up there like a good little nerd who knows his place. Pathetic really, swinging back and forth by your underwear, gravity forcing you down into the bite of cotton, knowing you’re stuck there until the fabric gives in. How does it feel?

Painful!

Hah, it should be! It’s the least you deserve for being such a nerd. You’ve been hoping for this ever since I turned up, I bet. Wanting a bully to take charge and turn you into a proper dweeb. Well don’t worry, Jake here’s got it covered for you. Say thank you!

Th-Thank you Jake!

No problem, Wedgieboy. Now, what's your usual routine? We might as well change a few more things before your underwear rips!

I-I get up, have a shower, eat breakfast, go to work most days, get home around 6, have dinner and play video games before bed.

Video games huh? Not surprised a loser like you plays them. For starters, I’m taking control of your schedule. We’re going to be giving you scheduled ‘Bully Breaks’ each day!

Bully breaks?

You heard me right, Wedgieboy. I’m going to be setting you alarms during the day. Whenever the alarm goes off, no matter what you’re doing, we’ll be spending some much needed quality time together! Whether it's a titty twister, a swirly, or a wedgie, I expect you to obey. If you don’t, expect punishment when you get home! Understood?

What kind of punishments??

Pff, want me to list them off for you, Nerd? Okay, here’s some punishments that’ll come your way if you don’t listen.

1. Spanking. I’ll be ordering a frat paddle, expect to feel it on your tighty whitey-clad backside until you your butt is red, and you learn to listen!
2. Sleep wedgie. Imagine being forced into a brutal shoulder wedgie with your hands trapped at your sides as you fall into bed, unable to relieve yourself of the agony until morning.
3. Timed hanging wedgies. You think this wedgie hurts? Imagine not even having the mercy of a ripping wedgie as you hang from several pairs of tighty whities until I decide you can get down.

Get the picture, Nerd?

U-Understood!

Good Nerd. Also, when you’re playing your video games, I expect you to be in a chair wedgie throughout.

But I play for hours! That’ll hurt so bad!

Not my problem, Geek. It's what you deserve for playing video games so much. Oh! There we go, bye bye boxer-briefs. Only a 10 minute hanging wedgie, barely anything!

Owww.

Aww, is the poor little Dweeb sore? Don’t worry, some nice comfy tighty whities will be coming tomorrow!

Great…

I think that’s everything for now. Tomorrow morning lets add a swirly to your showering routine! Keeps you nice and clean. Now say thank you!

Thank you Jake…

No problem nerd, now get out of here until I call you. Unless you WANT me to keep humiliating you?

…Maybe…

Hah! Wow, you’re actually such a loser. Alright Dork, go to the bathroom right now. We’re going to be in there a while. And I think you should call me Sir, if you’re going to be that much of a loser.

Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.

No problem, Nerd.

END

How To Wedgie Your Boyfriend (Commission)

Hi all! I recently finished a commission featuring a Modern AU where Hiccup from How to train your dragon gets into a relationship with Ruffnut, and experiences her unusual way of showing affection!

View it on my DeviantArt to read the story! (Tried posting it here and Patreon nearly died on me lol)

https://www.deviantart.com/butterbrat/art/1022474703

Re-Opening Commissions

Hi all! I'm a bit low on funds at the moment so I'm re-opening commissions over on my DeviantArt, which you can find here: https://www.deviantart.com/butterbrat/journal/Commission-Information-2024-Grand-Reopening-865973994

Have a read and message me here or on DeviantArt if you're interested in your own personal piece!

The Visit: A Collaboration with Sorn

A collaboration with the wonderful Sorn has taken place! I am not charging y'all for this as its just a fun collab c: enjoy!

To The Kinksters...

To the forever-briefs wearer, receiving another pair of tighty whities in his stockings,
To the recently converted, blushing as he begged Santa for a pack of Fruit Of The Loom.

To the ‘lil sibling’, being woken up on Christmas Day with a butt-splitting wedgie,
To the ‘big sibling’, giving a ‘helping hand’ via the waistband whilst decorating the christmas tree.

To the nerd, glad to have freedom from snow being shoved down his pants,
To the bully, already planning new torments for the New Year.

To the submissive, squirming as they’re tied up with tinsel and fairy lights in just their underwear,
To the dominant, looking forward to hanging their new ‘decoration’ up on the wall.

To the bratty little, pouting in his pull-ups he finds a lump of coal under the tree,
To the caregiver, grinning as he opens up his present of a brand new paddle.

To the diaper-wearer, waddling into the room in their brand new onesie with excitement,
To the diaper-changer, preparing the brand new changing mat for its first change.

To the sissy, blushing red as they get dressed in their ‘Sexy Elf’ cosplay, green stockings and lace panties provided.
To the awaiting partner, ready and waiting to go to the party in their own regular Santa costume.

To the chastity wearers, hoping that one of the gifts this year is sexual release,
To the keyholder, knowing that the present of a smaller cage is ready and waiting.

To the puppy, eager to start ripping open their presents,
To the handler, keeping a firm grip on the leash in a vain attempt to hold them back.

To the size queens, adding a new Bad Dragon to their terrifyingly large collection,
To the first-timers, cheeks flushed as they examined their first 3-inch toy waiting on the bed.

To the artists, frantically trying to keep up with the ‘Twelve Days of Kinkmas’,
To the writers, frantically trying to keep up with the artists.


To all those kinksters who enjoy the holidays in their own way,
Happy Holidays, and see you in the New Year.

Butterbrat

Changing Subscription Model

Hi everyone, I hope you are well <3

I'm currently struggling with some financial difficulties, and so I was considering changing the current subscription model here on my Patreon. I'd still post as regularly as I can, but I wanted your opinions first on what I should do.

My choices are;
-Keep charging per creation
-Charge each month automatically regardless of how much/little content I make
-Charge Per Creation but Increase subscription prices (Potentially the $1 tier would become a $2 tier, for example.)

Depending on how you all feel (feedback is very much appreciated), I'll be either changing things or keeping it the same.

Thank you all for your support regardless, I appreciate it xx

Butterbrat

The Wedgie Cafe

In the corner of a shopping mall sits a cosy little cafe. No one knows when exactly it opens, only that it suddenly appeared one day, and has a very specific clientele. Of course that is rather obvious by the name of the establishment.

‘The Wedgie Cafe’

When inside, you are greeted by a receptionist who hands you a menu and takes you to a booth. If it is your first time, you get a brief description of what The Wedgie Cafe has to offer.

“So we are a host cafe, where clients can eat a meal whilst hanging out and chatting with a host of their choice. Our clients can cover many niches, and requests, but we of course have an emphasis on wedgies, humiliation and a jock/nerd rivalry. Have a look at the menu, on the front we have our meals, and on the back we have a list of our current hosts! If any appeal to you just let us know and we’ll send them over as soon as they’re available, okay?”

The food menu itself has what you’d expect from a small cafe. Sandwiches, milkshakes and smoothies, and a couple themed items. ‘The Atomic Burger’ is a particular favourite, along with the ‘Swirly Soup of the Day’. On the back there is a list of several hosts, along with their photos and a brief description and quote from the hosts.

The first host is a large, buff looking Tiger. He is wearing a baseball jacket and is wielding a large wooden paddle with holes drilled into it, for an even more brutal implement. His cocky smirk makes everyone shiver, and woe betide anyone who faces his swinging arm. His description reads;

Jacob: 23, Bully. Favourites: Hazing and Initiations
“Hey there, looking to join our club eh? Well I hope your butt’s prepared, because our initiations aren’t gentle!”

The next is Sorn, a young Monkey with a wide smile. Whilst not as muscular (or as tall) as Jacob, the eager glint in his eyes can mesmerize most who meet him, as does the way he’ll tease your waistband. His quote reveals just what you’d be getting yourself into by requesting him;

Sorn: 19, Bully. Favourites: Teasing and Humiliation
“Hi cutie~ You’re looking particularly adorkable today! How about you come over here and show me what you’re wearing~?”

Quincy is the last bully on offer, a large red Dragon with a scowl on his face and ripped waistbands adorning the wall behind him. He appears to be cracking his knuckles in the photo. Those who request him never leave in the same underwear they entered with. His description reads;

Quincy: 28, Bully. Favourites: Classic Bullying
“Oi dweeb, where’s the homework I told you to do?? You better have it or you’ll be eating lunch with your panties over your head!”

Then we get to the list of nerds on offer. For starters is a small Corgi, smiling and rolling dice on the table. He can often be seen waddling around the Cafe with his waistband over his head, due to a bet lost earlier that day.

Jojo: 25, Nerd. Favourites: Dares and Bets
“I’m really bored today... How about you guess what underwear I’m wearing? Guess correctly, and I’m all yours for the evening~.”

Alexander is a large Polar Bear, with round spectacles and a warm smile that offsets his imposing figure. Those who request him do so to enjoy a challenge, as he’s just as willing to give as he is to receive.

Alexander: 36, Nerd. Favourites: Role Reversal
“Oh I remember you, you gave me swirlies all the time in high school! Let’s see if you’re as tough as you used to be!”

Finally is their newest recruit, a brown-furred Bunny in a light blue polo shirt and shorts. He is poking his tongue out in the photo, arms folded like a naughty child. He is known for taunting the other bullies whilst they’re working, and can usually be found in the coat room, suspended by adorable cartoon briefs.

Jamie: 18, Nerd. Favourites: Bratty Behaviour
“Hm? You want me to just bend over and let you wedgie me? Make. Me.”

After choosing your host and meal, you will get to enjoy a good 30-45 minutes of 1 on 1 time with your nerd or bully of choice. The booths are mostly private and soundproof, but squeals will occasionally seep through. And the doors can always be opened up for a more ‘public’ experience.

If you book ahead of time, you are able to choose outfits for the hosts to wear. School uniforms, Gym clothing, speedos and swimwear, even maid outfits are all options for the hosts to wear. The hosts are willing to be as accommodating as possible for your needs.

For such a unique and niche host cafe, the online reviews are widely positive. As you can see, there are a lot of satisfied customers;

5 Stars! I requested Sorn and was blown away by the incredible customer service! Sorn was so gentle and friendly, I didn’t even realise I had been wedgied until my waistband was snapped over my head! I was clearly flustered, and Sorn was kind enough to feed me my fries whilst tugging on the front waistband. Definitely returning once my bum has recovered!

Food was good. Jacob bent me over the table and paddled my bare buttocks 20 times with his paddle. Couldn’t sit down comfortably for the rest of the day. 4 Stars.

It was my first time at The Wedgie Cafe, and didn’t know what I was getting myself into! I requested Quincey without really looking at the menu, and before I knew it I had been cocooned in my own boxer-briefs! He even dragged me into the toilets and gave me my first swirly since high school! I was so humiliated! 5 stars!

4 Stars. I was enjoying a game of Strip Poker with Jojo, when that brat Jamie burst in and started teasing Jojo for losing. It was frustrating, until Jojo suggested we teach him a lesson. One hanging wedgie later and that Bunny was quick to apologise! It was so fun, I decided to give Jojo a similar wedgie! Two wedgied dorks for the price of one. Perfect way to enjoy my meal!

1 Star. A den of debauchery and sin! I peeked my head in to see what all the fuss was about, and saw a customer bent over the Reception Desk, and a Dragon tugging on his briefs so hard he ripped them clean off in a few yanks! The customer then *thanked* the Dragon and walked out, completely commando! I will be going there tomorrow again and request that Dragon, and give him a piece of my mind! And just to be safe, I’ll be wearing multiple pairs of briefs!
EDIT: After a conversation with the Dragon, I would like to apologise and say the Cafe was not as debauched as initially thought. I would describe further but I must go apply an ice pack to my rear end. 4 Stars.

5 stars. Incredibly accommodating. I requested to be forced into a maid’s outfit by Alexander and become his host for the evening, and boy did he deliver! I had never experienced a bra-connection wedgie before then, and I spent the entire time squirming, my panties turned into a tight, painful thong. He made me bend over to pick things up so many times in my short skirt. He made me collect food from the kitchen, and all the kitchen staff teased me too! Just typing it out makes me blush! Definitely recommending Alexander for this experience again!

There you have it, good food, and good hosts. If you’re ever in the shopping mall, go have a visit. First timers are always welcome, and they promise to give you a memorable experience, in more ways than one.

3 Painful Realities

The Fence - Solo m, Wedgies/Bullying

It seemed like a great idea at the time.

You had the itch, as you like to call it. That uncontrollable urge to seek out embarrassment, pain and pleasure. That desperation for a good, brutal wedgie.

It was difficult when living at home. The best you could hope for to guarantee privacy was giving yourself a hard yanking on your boxer briefs before you got in the shower, allowing the blast of water to drown out any accidental moans or gasps you may have made. It was only once you got to college that you found yourself with much more freedom, and boy did you take advantage of it.

You began with throwing out all of your old stretched out boxers and boxer briefs, substituting them for big bulk packs of the nerdy underwear of choice; the white brief. You remember that rush of excitement you felt when you looked at your underwear drawer, the soft white cotton sparkling up at you. It felt right. And when you stretched those tighty whities up your back and snapped them down onto your forehead that night? It felt good.

That was when you first noticed the itch develop. That need to have your butt flossed, split apart, ruined by your underwear. The urge to feel as humiliated as a nerd possibly could. No jerking off session in a shoulder wedgie could scratch it fully. No chair wedgie as you typed away at your keyboard could sate it. You needed more.

And that’s how you found yourself looking up at the spiked fence, shivering with excitement. It was late and you had strolled far enough away from your dorm room that you wouldn’t run into anyone you knew.

You had looked upon the fence many times as you walked to classes through campus. Surrounding a small gated park area, it was deserted at this time of night. The fence stood 6 feet high, with a small stone ledge giving an extra platform to stand on. It was perfect for what you had planned.

You stepped up onto the stone ledge, holding onto the fence to keep yourself in place. You took a deep breath and looked around one last time for any sign of other people, before reaching into the back of your pants and pulling the waistbands out.

Yes, waistbands. You had made the mistake before of trying to hang with a single pair of briefs, completely shredding them without any satisfaction. This time, you came prepared. Three pairs of premium Fruit of the Loom cotton would be more than enough to hold you in place.

Your face flushed and your breath heavy as you tried to control yourself, you pulled the briefs further and further out of your pants until the leg holes popped out. Satisfied, you pulled yourself up until you were crouching on the fence itself, teetering back and forth. Keeping yourself steady, you pulled the leg holes across one spike, then another, making sure to wrap the waistband around them too for added support.

If your plans were correct, when you lowered yourself down you’d be suspended in a perfect hanging wedgie, your feet dangling just below the ledge. Once you were satisfied, you’d then step up onto the ledge, unhook your briefs from the fence post, then head home with a skip in your step and a sting in your backside.

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you slowly lowered yourself down into the wedgie, feeling the briefs tighten and rise up your back, beginning to dig between your cheeks in a slow, satisfying way that made you let out a small moan. You kept lowering yourself down slowly, until you were almost fully suspended by your briefs, your crotch throbbing with pleasure. Closing your eyes, you let go of the fence, and dropped down fully, accepting the wedgie.

The sudden burst of added pain as gravity took control made you gasp in shock, your hands flying back instinctively towards your butt as you swung from side to side due to your squirming. The front of your briefs shot up as well, the waistband lifting your shirt up and fully exposing the wedgie to you and any passers by. Even in the dim light, the white of the fabric shone brilliantly.

You panted and moaned in pain, looking around nervously for any passers-by. The excitement of public exposure was one thing, but the reality was very different.

Once the initial shock of the wedgie died down and you fully sank into the wedgie, the feeling of your situation also sank in. The breeze of the wind against you gently nudging you back and forth. The pressure in your crotch as your erection fought against the tightness of your underwear. The pain in your backside, acute and deliciously agonising as no position nor method to relieve the wedgie would work. It was a constant pain that refreshes itself with every second, never giving you a moment to relax. And of course, the satisfaction. You had dreamt of being in a wedgie like this for years, stuck suspended by your own underwear like those dorks you had read about in stories.

You fantasised that you had been left there by the football team for the crime of being a nerd. They had swirlied you, given you a titty twister and a wet willy before dragging you outside, letting you hang by your dorky tighty whities.

You flushed red as you imagined it, your hands wandering across your body and exploring. You grasped your nipple with one hand and twisted it harshly, letting out a whimper and imagining the bullies’ laughter at your response. You reached down with your other hand and gently tugged your pants down past your crotch, kicking your legs weakly and letting them drop down, imagining they had pantsed you to add to your humiliation, giving you no way to hide your wedgie, nor your bulging erection.

You grasped at your cock through your briefs, stroking and tugging as the bullies in your mind laughed at you for enjoying their bullying. You forced yourself to bounce up and down and imagined the bullies tugging at your legs, mocking you for getting off on their torment. It was so hot, and thanks to the wedgie it felt so real.

You continued bouncing and twisting at your nipples, your moans continuing as you forced yourself to spread your legs apart, the wedgie digging deeper and sinking into places you didn’t think possible. You felt the pressure building up in your crotch as you neared climax, whispering to yourself that you deserved it, that this was your place. And you could hear the bullies threatening you with this treatment every day from now on.

The pleasure was so strong you didn’t notice the briefs beginning to tear and rip behind you, so caught up in your own fantasy. You just kept bouncing and forcing the tighty whities deeper and deeper until all of a sudden, with a loud, sudden tear, you dropped down onto the ground, the briefs shredding into two halves.

The sudden friction against your crotch as the cotton grazed your cock was too much and you finally climaxed, emptying your load into the remaining shreds of your tighty whities, whimpering and shaking uncontrollably as you did so.

Once the orgasm subsided, you pulled yourself to your feet. You were shaky from being suspended in the air along with the biggest orgasm of your life. You looked up at the tattered remains of your briefs and pulled it off of the fence post, to dispose of later. Shoving the ruined briefs into your pockets, you pulled your pants back up and began walking home. You were suspended for all of 5 minutes, but it felt like an hour.


All seemed well and good until the next day, when you felt a searing agony in your backside. Reaching back you gasped at how tender your buttcrack felt, and realised how brutal you had been whilst in the hanging wedgie. You took a shower and winced as the pain felt just as bad as last night, as if you were still re-living the hanging wedgie.

The brutal pain continued for a full week. Every walk to class felt like you were jogging in a shoulder wedgie. Every time you shifted in your seat you felt like a chair wedgie was growing tighter. Even sleeping felt uncomfortable, as if you were stuck in a jock-lock wedgie. Even when the pain died down, the deep dull throb kept you on your toes, a long-term reminder of the humiliating wedgie you gave yourself.

At the very least, the itch you had felt for years had finally gone… For now.

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Worth it? - M/m, ABDL/DDLG/Spanking


“Big broooo, can I have a snack??” I called out loudly from the kitchen, staring at all the delicious treats on offer in the cupboards.

“Not a chance buddy, I know what you’re like! If you eat now you won’t want dinner!” A deeper voice replied from the lounge.

“Come ooooon, just a lil snack?” I whined, my eyes sparkling at the cookie jar sitting on the countertop, just waiting to be opened.

“Daddy told me not to let you eat anything until he got back, and that’s exactly what I intend to do! Now get your butt back in here, you’re missing Bluey!”

I pouted and turned away from the cookies, waddling my way back into the living room.

My big brother looked up at me with a smile. He was sat on the couch in his red shorts and My Hero Academia t-shirt, fiddling with the remote as he found the right channel for Bluey.

Certainly, ‘big brother’ looked a lot more grown-up than I did, waddling around in my blue shortalls and Dinosaur t-shirt. My blue pacifier dangled off my shortalls by a small strap, and underneath I could feel my thick diaper pressing against me. Despite us both being of similar ages, it was no secret who the grown-up was between us.


My boyfriend and I enjoyed role-playing a great deal, and this was a scenario we often used. The big brother looked after the little brother until Daddy came home. We’d watch TV, play some games together, he’d run me a bath and put me to bed early whilst he stayed up doing whatever grown-ups did after the little ones went to bed. He was naturally dominant and so the big brother was an easy role to fit into. Myself, being a natural sub, fell into the little brother/toddler role just as easily.

However, we had often played things quite safe and tame during our scenarios. He was never very strict, and I was never difficult. Today, however, I had a bit of a bratty mindset. I wanted to see how far I could push my boyfriend with my naughty behaviour. How fun would that be??


Pouting a bit, I dropped down onto the floor in front of my ‘big brother’, grabbing my bottle of milk from the table, placed perfectly next to his glass of coke. A clear example of my status below him. I couldn’t help but blush as I watched him take a big chug from the glass, whilst I gently sucked away at the rubber nipple.

“What's the matter, squirt?” He asked with a grin, leaning over and ruffling my hair, “What are you pouting for?”

“I wanted a snack!” I replied, continuing my pout. I even folded my arms in a huff for added effect, though it had little effect.

He chuckled and shook his head, “Yeah and I want a car, we can’t always get what we want.” He replied as he checked his phone.

“But big broooo, I only wanted one or two! I’d have eaten my dinner, promiseee!” I whined loudly.

“Mhmm, sure you would have.” He replied, rolling his eyes a bit. I opened my mouth to protest more but was quickly silenced by my pacifier, my big brother holding it in place for a second to affirm my silence before pulling his hand away, “That’s enough whining. Hush now and behave.”

I mumbled a huffy reply through the pacifier before turning back to the television, receiving another pat on my head as he stood up.

“Good boy. Now I’m going to run your bath, call me if you need anything. And NO SNACKS. Understand?”

“Yesh big bwo.” I lisped into the pacifier, watching him stride up the stairs out of sight. I waited until I heard the unmistakable sound of the bath being run, and quickly stood up and waddled my way back into the kitchen, grinning mischievously.

I made a beeline for the cookie jar, a bright white and green ceramic jar that I knew for a fact contained some delicious chocolate chip cookies we had baked earlier that day. I opened it up and shoved my hand in, snatching up the first cookie and shoving it into my mouth. It was delicious, the perfect mix of crumbly and gooey and the right amount of chocolate chips to go along with it. Now feeling giddy with my naughty behaviour, I took another cookie, and another, and another.

I lost count of the number of cookies I ate, when I heard the water stop from upstairs, the thunderous war of water turning silent. Knowing my big brother would be back down soon, I shoved the last couple of cookies into my shortalls for later and hurried back to the lounge, sitting down on the couch and pretending to watch Bluey as he descended the stairs.

“Come on lil guy, time for your ba- What are you doing on the couch??” He asked incredulously, staring down at my cheeky little smile.

“Floor was uncomfy!” I replied simply.

“I don’t care, I’m not letting you leak on the couch again! Get your padded butt off there and get up the stairs!” He ordered, watching as I eye rolled dramatically and hopped off the couch, marching past him to go upstairs to the bath.

As I walked past him, I decided to be cheeky and blew a raspberry at him. That earned me a crisp swat to my backside, causing me to yelp and hurry up the stairs. It didn’t hurt at all thanks to my diaper, but I could feel my cheeks heating up at the spank.

Once inside the bathroom, I began stripping myself of my shortalls, before being stopped by my big brother.

“Hang on, you know the rules! I take your clothes off. I’m not letting you jump into the bath in just a diaper again.” He tutted, turning me around to face him as he unbuttoned my shortalls.

I huffed again dramatically and let him undress me, acting casual and innocent. Everything was going fine until he grabbed at my waist to pull the shortalls down. He paused, and ran his hands over my pockets, before reaching in and pulling out one of the cookies.

His eyes widened and he quickly stood up, glaring at me. I continued to try and act innocent, though I couldn’t help but smile nervously as he stared me down.

“Little bro?”

“Yes big bro~?”

“Why is there a cookie in your pocket?”

“I dunno.”

He reached back in and pulled out a total of five cookies from my pockets.

“Why are there five cookies in your pockets??” He asked, his voice getting louder as the disciplinarian in him started to rise up. Just hearing his voice grow made me shiver as I continued the role of the bratty kid, eager to see what he’d do.

“Ummm, they fell in.” I replied with a wide smile. He glowered at my smile, before noticing something. He pulled me close and wiped my face with a finger before tasting it. His voice rose again, “Why do you have chocolate chips on your lips??”

“Ummm, they fell into my belly?” I replied, unable to avoid giggling at my own response. Big brother was less than amused.

“...Little bro?”

“Yes big bro~?”

“Did you eat some of the cookies from the cookie jar?”

“Maybe.”

“Did I tell you not to eat them?”

“Maybe.”

“Do you think I should punish you?”

“...Maybe.”

With that, everything became a blur. A sudden whoosh around my legs found me without my shortalls. A yank of my arms lifted them into the air, and suddenly I was without my shirt. My face flushed red as I found myself standing in just my diaper. My big brother grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the toilet, sitting down and pulling me across his lap. I attempted to squirm and struggle away, but he had a firm grip on my arm. I found myself staring down at the floor, my arms pulled up out of the way and held against my back, keeping me pinned down. My diaper was pulled down to my knees, making me feel more exposed than I’d ever felt before.


If I needed to, I could use my safe word, and everything would stop. But I didn’t. I wanted this to happen. And I think my boyfriend knew this too.


“You’ve been a naughty brat, so I’m going to teach you a lesson! You’re going to get a spanking from me for lying, and a spanking for eating the cookies when I told you not to!” My big brother warned, raising his hand above my shaking exposed bottom.

“D-Don’t spank me, I’m sorry big bro!” I gulped, pleading and kicking my legs as he held me in place.

“You should have considered that before disobeying me!” He replied, his wide palm coming down and landing a crisp, sharp spank across my rump.

I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut as the pain from the first smack hit me, a stinging pain radiating across both of my bum cheeks. I barely had time to register the rising heat when a second smack arrived, this time hitting the left cheek, and a third quickly following onto the right.

My gasps continued as my big brother fell into a rhythm, alternating between each cheek with a firm spank, slowly but surely increasing in pain the longer the spanking went. I kept trying to kick and squirm away, but my brother’s strength held me down, and the diaper around my legs stopped me from kicking too hard. I was stuck there as long as he wanted me to be. I had surrendered control over my own bottom the moment I put a cookie into my mouth. And boy was it starting to feel like a bad decision.

Soon my gasps turned into small yelps of pain as the heat across my bottom increased, a constant throb and sting radiating from the round, now thoroughly reddened, cheeks.

He finally stopped once I was consistently yelping and pleading, giving me a moment’s respite. I felt his hand squeeze my sore bum, making me wince as he kneaded and rubbed it.

“Have you learned your lesson?” My big brother asked calmly.

I nodded frantically, “Uh huh! I’m sorry big bro I won’t eat the cookies again!”

He chuckled, and I could feel him shake his head, “No no little brother, that was the spanking for lying.”

I felt him lean over towards the bath, keeping me held in place, before pulling back and pushing me back down against his knee.

“THIS is the spanking for eating the cookies.” With that, a loud whack reverberated across the room, followed by an equally loud cry of pain from me as the fiery agony of the first spank arrived.

It was a deeper, more brutal pain that landed upon my bottom compared to my big brother’s hand. It landed in the middle of my left bum cheek, but the pain spread across my entire rump as I kicked harder than I had ever kicked before. My big brother was quick though, slipping his leg up and over my own to hold me in place. I was now bent over further across his one leg, kept tightly in position as he brought down another harsh whack to my exposed, tight bottom.

I howled out again and turned my head around, trying to see what he was using. With wide eyes I spotted the implement of choice, a large wooden bath brush big brother often used to help wash me. He brought it down again and I quickly turned my head back to the floor. It was more agonising seeing the spanking coming, compared to not seeing it at all. Neither were pleasant, mind.

Once again my big brother settled into a rhythm, this time rotating around my bottom with the bath brush. One whack against my upper left cheek, one against my upper right cheek, then against my lower right cheek, then my lower left cheek, and so on.

Occasionally he would spend some time spanking my sit-down spots, aiming just below my bottom. I howled much louder when he tenderised those areas. I couldn’t keep track of time or the number of whacks, just the pain that hit me every time that horrible brush landed on my bottom.

“You. Will. Not. Misbehave. And. Disobey. Me. Again. Or. Else. I’ll. Spank. You. Harder. Understand???” My big brother asked, enunciating every word with another whack with the brush onto my sit-spots.

My entire bottom felt like it was sat on hot coals, stinging so fiercely I feared I’d never sit down again.

“Yesssss!” I cried out, tears running down my cheeks freely as I began sobbing, “I won’t do it again! I’m sowwwyy!”

I continued sobbing for a while until I realised the spanking had stopped. My big brother had put the bath brush down and instead was gently rubbing my poor beaten bum. I laid there until my sobs turned to sniffles, letting his soft hand wander across my red cheeks.

“Boy, I could roast marshmallows against your butt right now.” He teased, finally speaking up after I had calmed down.

I couldn’t help but laugh through the sniffles as he lifted me up onto my feet, giving me a big warm cuddle.

“I hope you learned your lesson, little brother. Don’t make me do that again.”

“I won’t! I won’t be naughty ever again!” I replied quickly. Mainly because my butt felt like it would never recover from that spanking.

“Good boy.” He smiled, patting me on the head as he squeezed me close, “Let's skip the bath for now and just put you down for a nap, okay?”


“You okay babe? Want to tap out of the roleplay for tonight?” My boyfriend asked me as he led me to the bedroom by my hand. My free hand was frantically rubbing at my own bottom, feeling very much like a punished boy.

“Nuh uh.” I replied, smiling as I let myself be pulled along. My bum still felt very sore, but I was caught up in all these little feelings. And it was a new feeling to be a naughty child getting put to bed early. I really enjoyed it. And he liked it too.


“I wasn’t expecting you to be such a brat tonight.” Big brother admitted as he changed me into a fresh diaper, making sure my bum and crotch was well protected with a layer of baby oil.

“I wasn’t expecting you to spank me so hard…” I replied, blushing red as he chuckled.

“Well that’s what happens when you’re naughty~” He teased, pulling the fresh diaper up between my legs, snugly taping me into it. The thick padding of the diaper kept the heat fresh on my bottom, and I couldn’t help but squirm a bit as he pulled my cute blue dinosaur pyjama bottoms up my legs and over the diaper.

“I’m sowwy…” I replied as I sat up, letting him pull the pyjama top, “I jus’ really wanted a cookie…”

“I know you did, but you have to listen to me. Now you’re getting put down for a nap with a sore tushie. Was it worth it?”

“Nuh uh.” I admitted, shaking my head. Big brother pulled me up and took me over to the bed, laying me down and gently tucking me in.

“Thought not.” He chuckled, handing me my stuffed elephant that I had had since I was a baby, “Now get some sleep squirt. If I catch you up and about when I check on you later that bath brush will be saying hello to your bottom again, understood?”

I gulped and nodded, “Yes big bro!”

Smiling, he leaned down and kissed me on the head. I watched as he headed for the door, turning down the lights to a faint dim. “Big bro?” I called out.

“Yeah?” He turned around to look at me, all tucked in.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, squirt.”

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A boy’s trial. - M/m, Master&Sub/Chastity/Edging/Overstim


Nonono, pleaseplea- Nnngghhh…! F-Fuck…!

Aww, so close~ How many was that now?

Y-You sadistic bastard, let me cu-uhhmmm!

Ah-Ah-Ah~! You better behave, you might not get this chance again for a while!

Fuck.. N-Nine times…

Nine times, what?

Nine times, Sir…

Better! You’d think after a month locked in your little cage you’d be much more behaved than this. Maybe I should put it back on.

No! S-Sorry Sir, please let me cum! I’ll be goo-oooohhhh~

Yes, I’m sure you will be. Lets try for ten, and then maybe I’ll let you cum.

Nnnnf... Y-Yes sir, thank you Sir!

Heheh, there’s the good submissive I’ve been training. You’ve gone from a completely insolent punk to a well-mannered, obedient boy. And all it took was to take your manhood away.

Ahhhnnn~

How did it feel, hm? To be unable to satisfy your urges for four agonising weeks, only able to receive satisfaction through pleasuring me with your hands or tongue?

Mmmmahhh…

I asked you a question, boy.

Agh! It was humiliating and painful Sir! Th-There were nights I would just hump my pillow until I fell asleep, b-but I couldn’t feel anything! I-I started looking forward to being unlocked and bathed by you Sir!

Good. boys like you shouldn’t get to feel anything down there without their Masters’ permission. Otherwise they’d be playing with themselves all day. You should feel grateful that I’m touching you like this.

Y-Yes Master, thank you for letting me feel pleasure today!

Oho, very eager to please all of a sudden. You must be desperate. Go on then, cum if you can.

Mmmff, Sir pleas-

I’m not going to untie you, no matter how much you beg me. Either you climax by humping my hand, or you don’t cum at all. Be lucky I’m even touching you at all.

Yes Sir, th-thank youuuoooohhh… f-fuck, Sir your hand feels so good!

Hah, I’m sure it does feel good against your little cock, having touched nothing but cold steel or the occasional scrubbing brush for so long.

Ahhhh… Nnnnhhhh… S-Sir I’m close!

Well you’d better beg, like a good boy.

Fuck, Sir please, please let me cum! Please I’ll be a good boy, I want to cum so bad!

I can tell, you’re leaking precum all over my hand. What a pathetic sight, seeing you dribbling and quivering on the bed like this. Such a dirty boy. You’ll clean this mess up once you’re done, won’t you?

Nnnnhhh~! Yes Master, I’ll do whatever you say! I’m your boy! I need to cum, plea- NNNN! F-FUCK, FUCK THANK YOU! THANK YOU SIRRR!

So loud, So needy. Remind me to gag you next time so you don’t disturb the neighbours. Look at how much you came. Good boy.

Ahhhnn… Ahh… nnnf… S-Sir… SIR!

Yes, my pet?

Y-You can stop now, p-please, it–Ah!--Its really sensitive!

I bet it is. But why should I stop? You said you WANTED and NEEDED to cum. Why stop at just once?

Nononono, Sir pleaseeeeee! F-Fuckk! Please Sir I’ll–AAH!!

Ahh, there it is. Your little good boy button. Remember how wild it drives you for me to play with this? I’d tease you with it all the time whilst you were locked up. You’d drip from your little caged nub, never getting any relief as you begged and wailed from the frustrated pleasure. Now, feel my finger dance across it. Feel my nail scrape the nerves, whilst my hand polishes your sensitive little cockhead~

SIRSIR NO PLEASE IT HURTS! PLEASE MASTER!

Its okay boy, just enjoy the pleasure. That’s it, I can feel you tightening against my finger. Come on, lets get another load out of those cute little balls of yours.

AH! AH! AH! S-SIR! I-I’M GONNA– UUUHH!

Theeeere we go. Good boy, I knew we could milk another load out of you. A month's worth of build up, I’d hate to not help you empty yourself properly.

AUGH! M-MASTER, PLEASE STOP! PLEASE I’M SORRY!

Stop? Are you sure? You might have one more load in you!

P-PLEASE, I CANT…!

Aww, its okay boy. No need to cry. I’m just giving you what you wanted. Unless you now want to be locked back up?

YES! PLEASE MASTER, LOCK ME BACK UP! I’LL BE A GOOD BOY, I SWEAR!

Well, how can I say no to that? I suppose you’ve done enough today.

AHH… Ahhh… Th-Thank you Master…

You’re welcome, boy. Now, clean this mess up.

Y-Yes Sir.

Once you’re done, I think you’ve earned yourself a brand new cage. This one is even smaller! And let's try for two months this time. With enough anal training, you’ll be able to climax just from a finger pressing against your good boy button. And remembering the overstimulation you just received, you’ll never need, or want, to play with your cock again. Doesn’t that sound excellent?

Yes Master. Thank you Master.

END

Jorval's Guide to Kinky Artifacts v1.0 - Kinky D&D

Ever wanted to add some perverted items into your D&D world, but struggled to think of what would work? Well hopefully this will help!

A collection of 50 various Kinky DnD items, including;

-Sentient Weapons ALPHA and OMEGA
-Cursed Pet Play masks
-A deck of many Wedgies
-Automaton Bullies and Caregivers
-Bardic Instruments of Arousal

and many more!

There will certainly be an item in here to use or spark inspiration for you! I hope you enjoy!

Kinky DnD Items - Sneak Peek!

Don't tell anyone~! Here's a list of 50 different DnD items I'll be putting into the booklet, including some of your ideas! :D Let me know what you think!

Kinky DnD Item Suggestions!

Hello everyone! so Kinky DnD Items won the poll by a landslide, and so I'll start working on it to be published by the end of the month!

Please post any suggestions you have for kinky DnD items here, and I might add them into the collection! :D

Vote on which DnD idea you'd like to see first!

Hey all, I'm giving you the chance to vote on what gets made next in the list of kinky DnD! Some detail below;

Regression Themed Scenario: 4 Players, 1 Regression Curse, 1 Hour. How quickly can you find a cure before you're regressed into bedwetting teens, or babbling babies??

Kinky DnD Items: A compendium of various fetish and kinky based magiclal items, such as an Immovable Plug, a Vicious Paddle, a Wand of Wedgies, and more!

Table of Turn Ons v1.0 - Kinky D&D

The Table of Turn Ons is here!

An alternate take on the Wild Magic Table, it looks to include more kinky Role-Play to your DnD experiences! Enjoy!

Coming soon: The Table of Turn Ons

lil somethin I'm working on.

Magic is chaotic and hard to control at the best of times, but when  your emotions get out of hand, it becomes an easy way to lose control of  a situation. Becoming flustered or embarrassed, or exerting your energy  to do so to someone else, can cause you to lose that grip on your  powers for it to spiral out of control, effecting everyone around you,  often to the amusement of others. You must always be careful that your  magic doesn’t escape, you never know what the result may be.

Greetings Patrons!

Hello everyone :) First off I'd like to say thank you so much for subbing to this patreon for my content xx I really appreciate it and it has encouraged me to keep making stuff!

Secondly, in regards to what stuff I make, I do have plans for more DnD content if that's what people desire, but it will take some time. My current ideas;

- Wild Magic Table: Wedgie Edition
- Regression Themed Scenario
- A Miscelleaneous collection of kinky items and weapons
- The Plane of Bullying: Wedgietus

These are all work-in-progress of course, but those are what I currently have ideas for. I'll be keeping you all as updated as possible :)

In the meantime, I have quite the collection of kinky stories to tide you over on my DeviantArt if you havent already seen it c:

If you ever have any questions or suggestions please let me know! Many thanks!

Butterbrat

A Visit From Jasper, the ghost bully

 You sigh to yourself as you sit in the changing room, wiping off sweat with a towel. You’ve just gone through a tough workout, and you feel exhausted. You haven’t been going to the gym long. Your arms still look like twigs and the only decent amount of muscle on your entire body is on your butt, but you’re confident that eventually you’ll start seeing progress.

The gym itself is fairly quiet, as Tuesday’s tend to be, but you’re not complaining. You like being by yourself, and you prefer changing by yourself, as you are now.

Standing up, you head over to your locker and open it, pulling out a fresh set of clothes, dumping them on the bench next to you. You wrap the towel around your waist and drop your shorts and underwear, quickly gathering them up and shoving them into the bag, a brief flash of white being seen but soon hidden.

Tighty whities. Embarrassing at any age, but more so as a grown adult, trying to fit in with tough gym bros. Luckily, you’ve managed to hide your secret decently enough avoiding any teasing that may come your way.

Reaching over to the fresh clothes you grab a new pair of briefs and shudder suddenly, feeling a cold chill run up the back of your spine. You look around, but don’t see anyone near you. Shrugging, you pass it off as a sudden blast of air conditioning, and bend over, slipping the briefs up under your towel.

You get the briefs to your knees when your towel slips off. Well, slips is incorrect. It practically flies off you, landing on the other side of the changing room. You gasp and feel your face heat up as you quickly pull the tighty whities up over your privates, looking at the entrance to the changing room nervously. It’d be one thing for your briefs to be seen, another for someone to walk in to get a facefull of your privates.

You hurry over to the towel, grabbing it and wrapping it back around your waist to cover up your underwear, embarrassed and confused as to how the towel ended up so far away.

You hear a loud SLAM! And jump a foot in the air in shock, spinning around to see the rest of your clothes now gone, and your locker slammed shut. You’re thoroughly creeped out now and walk back over to your locker to open it, before suddenly feeling yourself go faint. A chill runs up through your body again as you black out, swearing you hear a quiet voice whisper to you;

“Oh I’m gonna have fun with you~”

…..

“HEY! What do you think you doing???”

A voice suddenly wakes you up from your blackout, your vision returning as you see the Gym Owner standing in front of you.

“What are you playing at, huh??” He asks angrily, pointing a finger at you.

Confused, you stammer and look down at yourself, letting out a squeal of shock. Your towel was once again missing, and your hand was squeezing tightly around your hardness, dripping precum onto the floor. As you realise your predicament, the sudden throbbing of your crotch hits you, and you moan involuntarily. Despite the need to cum, you quickly stand up and let go of your cock, stammering out apologies as you pull your tighty whities back up over your erection. You feel your entire face blushing a deep red as the Gym Owner stands in front of you, glaring. His arms folded, the ripped muscles bulging out under his t-shirt. Intense at the best of times, terrifying when you’re in just your underwear.

“I don’t know what you think you’re playing at, but this can’t stand.” He scolds, his eyes dropping down to your bulging briefs, now wet with precum, “If I ever catch you doing this again, I’m calling the co-uhnn…”

You watch in shock as his eyes glaze over in the middle of his scolding, seemingly dropping out of consciousness for a moment before returning.

Only, it wasn’t him. The confident stature and angry glare of the Owner replaced with a slouching swagger and a cocky grin of.. someone else.

“Hey there sexy~”

The Owner speaks, his voice now smoother and deeper than before. As you look him up and down, you could swear you see a faint green glow surrounding him.

“Sorry I didn’t let ya finish, this guy came in before I could~. Trust me it frustrated me as much as it did you.” He explains, lifting his hand and casually stroking your cheek, making you squirm in embarrassment, “But this gives me a chance to finish the job in a much more fun way, don’t ’cha think?”

His hand slips down and grasps your left nipple, squeezing and twisting it firmly, making you gasp in his grip. A smirk filled his face as he reaches down and teases your erection with one finger, dancing across the wet tip through your dripping briefs.

“See, I don’t really get the chance to enjoy myself much anymore.” He continues, “So I’m gonna take out a few years of frustration on ya, okay?”

With that, he grips the front of your briefs and hoists up, making you yelp. The hand on your nipples never stops teasing and flicking them into firmness, catching you in an exquisitely agonising mix of pain and pleasure as your crotch is crushed and your nipples played with.

“Such a cutie, I was lucky to find you all alone whilst watching all the guys change.”

You struggle to find your own voice as he tugs the briefs up to your nipples, where his other hand was ready to greet it, taking it with both hands and giving another firm yank. Seams pop and fabric stretches, but it doesn’t rip. The smirk never leaves his face. The years of muscle training makes it ridiculously easy for the Owner, or whoever was controlling him, to pull the briefs up to your mouth.

“Open.”

It wasn’t a suggestion, it was a command. One you were unable to disobey. Opening obediently, you feel the waistband placed into your mouth.

“Close.”

Again, you close your mouth, your teeth biting into the waistband tightly and holding your brutal melvin in place. The Owner pats you on the cheek.

“Good boy. Now turn around.”

His hands placed firmly on your shoulders, you turn around and feel yourself pushed forward onto the bench, groaning quietly as the briefs scrape against the tip of your erection, letting out another dribble of precum into the waiting cotton.

“Now, hold the briefs in place, or else I’ll have to punish you~”

You let out a small whimper as you felt a large firm hand against your briefed behind, casually rubbing and squeezing at your large buns. The hand left for just a moment, before coming down hard with a firm slap.

You jolt a bit and dig your teeth into your briefs, supressing a yelp. It doesn’t hurt much, just a warm, sensual sting to add to your horniness.

“Fuck, you have a nice ass. I could imagine fucking you in the toilet stall in some nightclub, just bending you over and taking you raw. That’s what I used to do to cute guys like you.”

As he speaks, he casually continues slapping your backside, lazily letting his hand fall upon each cheek and bringing a new wave of pain each time, your breathing picking up pace as the heat spread around, unable to do anything except grip the bench you’re bent over, trying not to release the wedgie you were in.

“Shame I can’t do that anymore. Used to enjoy dorks like you. Nothing felt better than watching a nerd begging me to let them finish as I played with them. Can’t do that anymore without help. Luckily for me, this guy just waltzed right in!”

Casually, he reaches around and grips your erection around your briefs, picking up the pace of the spanking. You let out small gasps each time the palm lands, your tighty whities providing little protection now as the stinging becomes a constant throb, reaching all the way down to your erection. Unable to control yourself you begin pushing against the closed hand, moaning into your own underwear as you feel your climax building.

“Awww, so eager huh? Well you’ve been pretty cool about this, so I guess I’ll let ya finish. Let me help~”

SMACK!

His hand suddenly comes down with a blistering force onto your left asscheek, sending stars into your eyes as the warm sting became a harsh agonising burn.

“Three!”


You began panting heavily and thrusting faster into his hand, desperate to climax. The hand came back and struck down again, this time onto the right cheek.

SMACK!

“Two!”

Your gasps became moans as you felt your orgasm approaching, your crotch now soaked with precum as his dextrous hands danced across your thrusting length, waiting the final slap that would tip you over the edge.

SMACK!

“ONE!”

With one final crack across both of your buttcheeks, you open your mouth and let out one loud bellowing groan of pleasure, emptying your balls into the front of your briefs, his hand continuing to stroke over your sensitive tip until you’re completely drained, left panting and shuddering as he finally releases your cock, wiping the spunk onto your back. You feel a hand gently rub your sore, abused cheeks and you look back at the Owner, his smirk growing as your eyes meet.

“Such a good boy, aren’t ya?”

You wince as his hand squeezes your cheeks firmly, letting out a whimper.

“However, not good enough. I thought I told you to not let go.”

Your eyes widen and you realize your melvin had released, the fabric now loose around your crotch. You must have let go during climax. You begin whining as he grips the back of your underwear firmly.

“Lets start your punishment, shall we?”

………

Breathing a sigh, he wipes sweat off of his brow using your towel, chuckling to himself.

“Hah, that was some workout, eh? Been a while since I’ve enjoyed myself this much!”

You let out a muffled moan in response, your voice silenced by your musky, sweaty gym briefs shoved firmly into your mouth. Your hands are tied together in front of you by your shoelaces, unable to pick the brutal wedgie splitting your buttcheeks apart, your crotch still soaked through with cum. Your feet kick and push against the locker you’re hanging off of, unable to get any relief, just swing from side to side and bounce up and down.

“Fuck, just looking at you struggling like that makes me horny.” He licks his lips, “You look so pathetic, its insanely hot.”

You just let out another muffled moan, pawing at the air towards him.

“As much as I’d like to play with you some more, my time’s running out. I can only control a body for so long, sadly. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure this guy’s far away from the gym before he comes to, and he won’t remember any of this anyways.”

With that declaration, he begins walking out of the gym changing room, leaving you breathing in your own scent and tasting cotton in more ways than one. As he reaches the door, he stops and turns around, poking his tongue out playfully at you.

“Oh by the way, name’s Jasper. I’ll see you next week for some more fun, cutie~”

With that, Jasper exited the changing room, closing the door behind you. You kick about in your hanging wedgie and hear a small ripping noise from the tighty whities. Eventually, you’ll manage to get down.

And potentially, next week you’ll have to go through it all over again.

Your boner pressing hard against your tighty whities tells you exactly how you feel about that.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Outside the Gym, Jasper released control of the Gym Owner once he was safely in his car, floating up and looking down at the Gym. Knowing that there was a nerd in there, thoroughly flossed and punished by his hand made him shiver in delight. He looked up and saw the sun slowly setting, and began floating through the city to a nearby Nightclub, one of his regular haunts. Almost certainly there’d be a hot piece of ass to possess and have some fun with tonight.

He listened to the thud of bass booming out of the Nightclub doors, and smirked to himself as his green wispy body floated past the bouncers.

Maybe being a ghost wasn’t so bad after all.

END

Humiliating Beginnings v1.0 - A Kinky D&D Adventure

Humiliating Beginnings is a beginner's D&D adventure focused on Wedgies, Hazing and Bullying-based humiliation. It features 3 options for players and DMs to use, with their own unique encounters. It also includes several Battlemaps to use or take inspiration from.

I call this Version 1.0 as I may go back and rewrite things here and there based on community feedback, but those versions will be free to download. I hope you all enjoy.

Koichi's Regression Story

A new ABDL story commission has been posted on my DeviantArt! Ever wanted to see Koichi from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure get even more humiliated by Yukako? Now is your chance!

Kinky D&D Stream

Recently, I led a group of nerdy ass kinksters to play D&D, with a wedgie-themed one-shot I created. People were interested in the one-shot and how it went, and so I recorded it with their permission. Please enjoy.

The link below will take you to a Google Drive download of the Video. You will need to request to download but I will be doing that as often as I can. Note: I may see names/emails from those requests, but much like when using Paypal I couldnt care less.

Run Time: 4hrs.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/14oW_AyoJMRuygUpH1ecKKTYCd5OrXukT/view?usp=sharing

Goku's Wedgie Interrogation - Alternate Perspective

“GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!”

“Uhmm, commander?” A Red Patrol soldier asked, looking through a one-way mirror into an interrogation/torture cell.

“Yes, private?” His commanding officer asked, watching through the mirror too.

“Who is this child?”

“Don’t you recognise him? That’s the little runt that’s been ruining our plans for the past several years!”

“Ohhh, that’s Goku? I thought the tail reminded me of something...” The soldier nodded, watching as the black-haired monkey child flailed around in his bound and suspended state, “How did we capture him? Isn’t he strong enough to bench press our strongest tanks?”

“Yes indeed, funny story! He was chasing after Mercenary Tao when he fell down a cliff. Obviously he survived the fall, but when we found him he was stuck up in a tree, unable to get down by himself, so Mercenary Tao simply captured him and brought him here!”

The soldier nodded again, pressing a finger to his lips, “That makes sense. But Sir?”

“Yes, private?”

“Why are we giving this Goku child a hanging wedgie?” He asked, looking into the cell as Goku squirmed about, his orange briefs pulled out of his shorts and snagged onto a hook in the ceiling, leaving him suspended in a rather agonising wedgie.

“OWWWCH!”

“Oh, well when Tao found him he was hanging from the back of his shorts, which had been snagged onto a tree. Tao reasoned that a wedgie was keeping him from using his full strength, and so kept him in a hanging wedgie for the past several hours. It seems to be working, thankfully.” The commander replied.

“HEEEEELP!”

“Huh... What a weird weakness.” The private mused.

“Yes, quite.” The commander nodded in agreement, “But at least its keeping him in check. With our strongest enemy captured and incapacitated, we’ll be unstoppable!”

“Hoorah for the Red Patrol!” The private smiled, watching as the door to the cell opened and watched Mercenary Tao walk in and begin circling Goku, who simply glared and continued squirming around in his hanging wedgie.

“Tao was kind enough to help us with the interrogations. Hopefully we’ll be able to get some information out of the runt.”

“And if we don’t, Sir?”

“Then he’s in for some painful days ahead. See? Tao’s already gotten started.” He pointed as Tao lifted Goku from the hook, keeping a firm grip on the back of his orange briefs.

“I’M NOT TELLING YOU ANYTHING! H-HEY WAIT, LET GO OF MY UNDIE-AAAAAAGH!”

The private winced, “Ouch. I feel sorry for the boy’s backside. It’s gonna need surgery to remove his underwear from his butt.”

“Most likely.” The commander agreed, “But if it works, it works.”

“ACK! OW! AGH! EEK! OOCH!”

“I never knew Tao was such an expert in wedgie giving, Sir. He’s bouncing Goku up and down like a professional bully!”

“Apparently he learned his techniques from his martial arts teacher who used ‘unique’ discipline methods on his students.” The commander explained, watching Goku squeal and yelp with each firm bounce.

“I’m glad I never had to experience such discipline!” The private chuckled, “It looks brutal.”

“Indeed.”

“I’M GONNA BEAT YOU UP IF YOU DON’T STO-AAAIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

The private gasped and covered his eyes from the wedgie onslaught, Goku’s briefs shooting up his front as Tao expertly gripped both sides of his briefs, still holding him in the air before moving his hands up and down as if sawing wood, causing the wedgie to really begin flossing Goku’s butt!

Even the Commander himself couldn’t help but flinch at the brutality, “Oh dear, I think that runt’s balls have just been crushed quite badly by his own underwear! I shouldn’t have expected anything less from Tao.”

“Y-Yes sir...” The private gulped, noting to never get on Mercenary Tao’s bad side as the squeaky clean continued, causing Goku to go cross eyed from the pain to his butt as well as his poor testicles.

“S-STOOOOP! MERCYYYYY! I WONT TELL YOU ANYTHING BUT STOOOP!”

“I think that’s the first time anyone’s heard that boy beg for mercy Sir. Quite surprising it took a wedgie for that to happen.”

“Yes, indeed.” The Commander mused, “Maybe we should use wedgies for interrogation more often. They are proving to be quite effective.”

“I’ll make a note of it for the future, Sir.” He nodded, watching as Tao bent Goku over the interrogation table and began fiercely yanking up and down on Goku’s briefs, which had now stretched out a ridiculous amount, “His underwear is made of surprisingly strong fabric, Sir.”

“OOOOOOOWWWWWCHHHH!!”

“It appears so. Much to his misfortune of course, as that just makes it easier for us to keep interrogating him.”

“Uhh, Sir?”

“Yes Private?”

“Tao hasn’t asked Goku any questions for a while now. He appears to just be wedgieing him.”

The commander watched for a few seconds and frowned, noting that indeed Tao seemed to be mainly focused on causing as much pain to the monkey-boy’s bottom half as possible, “Oh dear, you may be right. He might be angry about his last defeat to the boy.”

“It appears so. He’s practically red faced from the effort he’s going to to wedgie the boy!” The private shook his head, watching as Tao stretched the waistband of Goku’s briefs up and up towards his prisoner’s head, beginning to push it down over the top of Goku’s forehead and face.

“H-HEY! NO STOP, WHAT ARE YOU DOI-MMMMPH! HRRRRRFFFFF!”

“Ah, yes it might be time to stop the interrogation.” The commander finally admitted, “An atomic wedgie isn’t exactly the best way to interrogate a prisoner.”

“Exactly Sir, how can a prisoner answer questions if his mouth is smothered by his own underwear?” The Private nodded, watching as Tao was escorted out of the interrogation room, at the order of the commander. The two spectators watched as Goku remained lying flat on the table, panting heavily into his own underwear, his butt and balls thoroughly destroyed by Tao’s wedgie onslaught, as was his spirit. “At the very least, he seems more docile now?”

“Hrrrmmm....”

“You’re right. Perhaps I should go in there and ‘have a word’ with him...” The Commander smiled.

“You, Sir?” The private gasped, watching the commander head towards the door into the interrogation chamber, “Are you sure?”

“Well the boy seems much more obedient now, don’t you think? And considering he has been attacking my army for quite a while, I think I deserve to ask a couple of questions.”

“V-Very well Sir, but I’ll be watching in case you need my help!” The private saluted.

“Good man.” The Commander smiled and nodded, heading into the interrogation room.

“Well, at least the commander will be more lenient than Tao was. Wait... Where did the commander get that paddle from?” The private blinked, before wincing as he watched the Commander go to down on Goku’s backside.

“HHRRRMM? FRR”-SWAT!-“MMMMMFFFF!”-SWAT!-“MMMMRRRRFFF!”SWATSWATSWAT!

The private shook his head, “Should have known the Commander was angry at Goku for ruining his plans... I don’t think we’ll be getting anything out of this interrogation either... Except a prisoner with a sore butt and crushed balls.”


END

12 Days of Wedgiemas

Day one:

Ring Ring...Ring Ring...Beep