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"Colour Me Atomic"

As the deep moan escaped his lips he couldn't be bothered by who or what was at around.

"Fucking hell I'm gonna cum!!!" he violently bucked his hips and groaned out silently as his invoulentary actions drove his underwear deeper into his ass.

Regis had just finished up his usual two hour workout and was sweating like a bitch in heat. As he made his walk down the hall to the locker rooms he peered out the window into the dark of the evening. He typically got off of work around 8:00 PM so by the time he got to the gym at 9:00 PM it was fairly quiet. If there was anyone left at 11:00 PM when he finished up he was shocked. Tonight was no exception.

He pushed open the door and took in the bright white tile under the softened amber lights. Knowing he was the only guy at the gym he started pulling off his soiled clothes before he even closed the door behind him. The pungent smell of sweat permeated off of him and in a weird way made him feel so turned on. The testosterone that raged through his blood post workout probably helped a lot, but whenever he got like this he just couldn't help be feel like an absolute stud.

By the time he made it to his locker in the back of the changing room he was stripped down to nothing but his red Jockey briefs. The scent of musk wafting off of the clothes he held in his arms was intoxicating. He drew in a deep breath of his own scent and moaned out, the sound reverberating off of the walls like a lusty symphony.

That's when it happened.

Regis would swear on his own life that he was alone. Alone in the gym, alone in the lockers, no one was around.

"Keep quiet and this will go a lot better for both of us..."

A large pair of hands that were attached to a body much larger than Regis', even at 6'1 reached around him and covered his eyes and mouth. He could feel the body heat radiating off of the stranger behind him though he hadn't the least idea who it was.

His muffler yells were stifled so easily by the attackers hands. They were large and calloused, certainly belonging to someone who worked with them all day. The first thing Regis took note of was the overwhelming scent of blissfully masculine musk that came from this man. Almost instantly his cock was gorged with blood and tenting the front of his briefs.

Regis felt his large feet drag across the smooth tiled floor as the attacker pulled him to the middle of the room where the benches were. For a split second the attacker pulled his hand from Regis' mouth. All he could get out was a quick gasp before a was of soiled fabric was forced into his mouth.

"Enjoy the taste of jockstrap much?"

Regis violently shook his head as his attacker slapped a hefty strip of duct tape over his mouth. He still held Regis firmly in place as he walked around behind him.

"Let's see if we can get your face to be as red as these undies, shall we?" he heaved out a hefty cackle as he grabbed ahold of Regis' underwear.

Regis screeched like a banshee, though all of the sound was being absorbed by this man's sweaty, urine and precum stained jock.

The friction if his Jockeys against his ass hole was only amplified by the robust layer of body hair he sported. He was in shock by how quickly he was able to pull up his undies. Surely he wasn't going to be able to get then atomic right?

Wrong.

Regis broke into a fevered frenzy of kicks, sweat and panic as the gigantic man behind him hooked his own undies up over his face, caught perfectly on his nose. The crushing pain in his balls was causing his vision to go white at the edges as tiny pin price tears formed in his eyes.

"Don't worry bitch boy I have something else for you..." the man's gruff voice was right in his ear.

Before he could process it Regis' hands were pinned behind his back and bound with more duct tape. He heard his assailant set te heavy roll down on the wooden bench and walk around to the front of him. Between his head being arched to the ceiling, his white out vision, and the underwear mask Regis couldn't see the other man but he could feel him. The smooth way he ran his finger tips down Regis' pecs and abs was erotic and confusing. He was being held captive in an atomic wedgie yet it seemed as if this stranger was trying to seduce him.

"Don't scream bitch boy..." the man's low voice barely audible over the ringing that had developed within Regis' ears.

The man harshly gripped Regis' package from the outside of his stretched undies and gave a hard squeeze. He felt where his own junk was spilling out from what used to be the front of his undies. The stranger slipped his hand under the torn red fabric and gripped ahold of his crushed cock and balls.

He ripped his erect cock from its cotton blend confines, catching his underwear on the way and causing him massive friction burns on his balls.

He yelled out through his make shift gag and kicked violently at the floor. In one swoop the man pinned him down parallel to the bench, leering over him as he slowly stroked Regis' fully exposed cock.

"I said not to do that bitch..."

Regis melted away as the stranger slowly worked his cock in his hands. The pain from his bound hands being crushed against the bench under his body weight, as well as the excruciating atomic wedgie were too much to be ignored. But this feeling was something dangerous to him. He'd always seen himself as the jock-y top type. But this? This was making him question a lot.

He stopped struggling and gave way to whatever way the stranger manipulated his body. Those slow strokes that had him on edge quickly stopped and were replaced by full, tight, wet lips and a bobbing skull.

The stranger hummed on about how much of a slurry need Regis was for sitting here like a little bitch, but he just didn't care. The absolute skill and faness of the blowjob he was being subjected to was other worldly. Every time he spoke about what a dork he was his tight throat vibrated and hummed on his cock. Soon enough his hips were bucking wildly into the strangers face while his wedgie got more and more violent with his ass crack.

He busted his load right into the strangers mouth without warning. The sensation was all so much. He felt his eyes roll into the back of his head as his cock burbed and twitched with each beat of his heart.

"Have fun with that memory you fucking nerd. I'll be here next time, stick around long enough and we can do this again..." the stranger spoke with a terrifying confidence like he knew Regus would be back.

The stranger pulled Regis up from the bench and sat him upright. He cut the tape from his wrists watching as his hands fell limply at his sides.

"Don't disappoint me bitch boy..." the stranger offered parting words before spitting on Regis' face.

A wad of saliva mixed with his own cum hit his cheek just below his eye. The ruined red undies barely acting as a shield against the strangers bodily fluid projectile.

Regis shuddered as he heard the door close behind the stranger. He didn't dare move let alone unhook his wedgie from his face.

He had no clue who the hell that guy was, but he was certain on one thing. We 100% wanted to do it again...

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Credit to @jordan-0

         After Austin’s last stunt, the next few days passed by without incident. He spent a lot of time hanging out at his friends’ houses, and I barely saw him in the house. A few hours after Austin let me out of the closet, a kid in the house across the street invited me to hang out, since he was also relatively new to the area. He'd just transferred to my school. His name was Ryan, and we got along pretty well. We hung out and played Xbox at his house, and we also played tennis together at the local park. He was around my height and build, with slightly less tone and a smaller frame. He had dirty blonde hair and brown eyes.

          A few days after we first met, we were playing basketball at the nearby park. Ryan and I were playing a 2 on 2 game against some other guys we met at the park for an hour or so when two 20 year olds on longboards skated down the macadam path in front of the basketball court and stopped. One of them, who I later learned was named Christian, told one of the guys we were playing with that their mom wanted him home soon, before the family arrives. We had lost score, so we decided to play a quick game, first to 11 points. Near the end of the game, Ryan called out “Jordan” to me in order to get me to pass the ball to him. I passed it back to him and he shot a three-pointer, winning the game. Right after he scored, Christian asked "Wait, did he say your name is Jordan?"

          "Yeah," I responded, confused.

          "The Jordan who just moved here?"

          "Yeah, how'd you know?"

          "Austin told us all about you! He told us to take you down a notch if we ever got a chance."

          "Oh, well he's angry because he thinks I lied to him and snitched on him to his mom. It's not true but he --"

          "Whoa whoa whoa, dude, that's not a good way to show you're sorry!” Christian interrupted. “You’re telling people behind his back that he's lying about you? That’s a real dick move!"

          "Yeah, talking shit about him because he found out you told on him? That’s low!" the other boy chimed in.

          "Wait no it's not that! He just thinks I snitched on him but he's wrong! It’s not that he's lying!"

          "I don't know, Ray, that doesn't sound like somebody who learned their lesson to me!" Christian said to his friend.

          "Me neither! If you just hadn't started making shit up we would’ve been gone by now,” Ray said.

          "You’re right, I’m sorry,” I said.

          "It’s too late now, little dude,” said Ray. The two guys whispered to each other while I looked on anxiously.

          "There’s no escaping it now! Get him!" Christian exclaimed.

          They lunged at me. I ran in the opposite direction away from them, off the basketball court. I realized I was running towards the entrance of the park, where a road from the surrounding suburban development connects to a road leading inside the park and to a parking lot. I was running across a stretch of grass between the basketball court and the sandy volleyball field. I ran in a straight line in the direction of the entrance, and with the two of them so close behind me I didn’t have time to turn and go around the sand. I reached the sandy field and kept running across the mushy, uneven surface. Just a few feet from reaching the other side of the field, Ray tackled me, my shirtless chest crashing into the sand (I had taken my shirt off because of the heat). Christian soon caught up. While Ray’s arms were still wrapped around my waist, Christian walked in front of me and grabbed my head with both of his hands. He yanked my head down and shoved it into the sand. He pressed down on the back of my head with his body weight. I tried prying his hands off, but his hold was way too strong for me to break. He brought his knees down on either side of my head and pulled my head up out of the sand and right between his legs. He squeezed his strong, athletic thighs together to keep my head wedged in place. My cheeks, ears, and jaw were enveloped by his firm, thick thighs. I could feel his balls resting on the top of my neck.

          Ray let go of my waist and sat on the back of my calves. He leaned back and put his arms down just behind him and pushed my ankles into the sand. Then he put his legs on either side of my legs, and squeezed my legs together from just above my knees. I tried to move my thighs apart or kick my feet off the ground, but they wouldn’t budge. Christian scooched closer to Ray with my head still between his thighs, making my back bend down more sharply and forcing my butt to stick up higher off the ground as my body had to bend to fit within the smaller space between the two boys. I was stuck kneeling in the sand, my knees at a 90 degree angle, my back bent forward and my head four or so inches above the ground, locked between Christian’s thighs. It was as if I were prostate before a king, but I couldn’t stand back up.

          Christian grabbed the waistband of my underwear with one hand and pulled it vertically out away from my hip. I could feel air against my bare ass.

          "What the hell are you doing?" I asked, my words somewhat garbled from my mouth being squeezed between Christian’s thighs.

          "This," he said. He grabbed a fistful of sand with his free hand and threw it down into my briefs.

          "Come on stop it dude!" I begged.

          "Shut up," he commanded calmly. He threw a dozen or so scoops of sand down my undies before letting my waistband go. It felt really weird having a lump of sand in the back of my briefs. I was wearing a pair of black Under Armor briefs. They were nylon and spandex briefs, had a silky feel, and were fairly stiff. They could get stretched out, but unlike some readily stretchy undies, once these briefs got stretched out, they wouldn’t contract back to their original size, they would be permanently loosened.

          "Hmmm... now what did Austin do to you? Oh yeah!" he exclaimed. He slid his hands underneath my shorts and put his hands on both sides of the back of my undies. He curled his fingers around the fabric from the leg holes to the waistband. Without warning, he jerked my undies towards himself forcefully. My undies only slid halfway across each ass cheek, and the pull just dug the seams into my skin. He stopped pulling and slid his hands along the sides of the seat of my undies, away from my waist. I felt his fingers faintly brush against my butt before he pulled the sides of my undies together in the middle of my ass. The seat of my undies now spread just a few inches wide. He wrapped his hands back around the leg holes and slowly started pulling up. I felt the seat of my undies sliding up my butt crack. He stretched my undies back with a steady force. As he struggled to pull back further, I felt a layer of warm sand being smooshed up and down my butt crack.

          He suddenly let go of my undies, making the waistband snap back over my hip.

          "That’s it?” Ray asked.

          "No, my fingers just hurt. Not a problem.”

          Christian took off his t-shirt and wrapped it around his hands like a glove, then grabbed the leg holes. He yanked back harshly, making a slight SNAP sound from stretching the fabric so hard. I moved my hands behind my back to pull my undies out of my butt crack, curling both hands around the center sliver of fabric and pushing back away from my back instead of up my back like he was doing. For a moment I got slight relief from the wedgie as I managed to counteract some of the force Christian was exerting on my briefs. Irritated by my resistance, he released my underwear and grabbed my right arm with both hands. He shoved my forearm under his knees and bore down on my wrist. He balanced all of his weight on his knees, painfully crushing my arm and causing me to moan out in pain. After a few seconds he pulled my arm out from under his knees. I wasn’t injured or anything, but it hurt to move my wrist or hand after he focused so much weight on such a vulnerable area. I let my arm lie limp by my side, and released my left hand from my underwear, not wanting him to hurt that arm as well.

          Christian grabbed my underwear and pulled back hard, now unhindered by my efforts to stop it. The undies dug into my asshole even harder, and I felt a small lump of sand still caught in my undies literally push a little bit up my ass!! It was a very uncomfortable and unpleasant sensation. My undies started tearing further from the strong pull from Christian’s muscular arms and his body weight bearing down all on the tiny sliver of fabric crammed up my butt crack.

          “Ahhh!! Ooooooh! Oh. Aaahhh.” I began to gasp out in pain those sounds that seem to be the ubiquitous cry of people getting a major wedgie. The waistband was stretched halfway up my back despite the thick, stiff material of my Under Armor briefs.

          Unexpectedly, Christian spread his legs apart, freeing my head from his impressive thighs. He let go of my briefs, and the fabric bunched up together, sticking out of my shorts. I looked up and around me, and I noticed that Ryan and the two kids we were playing basketball with were nowhere to be found. My head had been so fixed between two walls of inner thigh that I could only see the sand in the center of my vision right below me, and my hearing was dulled by the pressure of his toned legs covering my ears, so that this entire time I had no idea really what was happening in the outside world beyond what Ray and Christian were doing to me.

          “Jordan, check it out. You’ve got fans checking out the show!” Christian said, pointing to the side. I turned my head over my shoulder and saw four people, two guys and two girls. They just happened upon my current predicament and started to watch from 90 or so feet away. “Hi!” Christian shouted out to them in a friendly, amused tone, while waving at them.

          “Hello!” followed Ray. The four of them waved back.

          “Please stop,” I asked Christian meekly.

          “Oh it’s not over yet, Jordan,” he said, yanking my head down again. “You’re going back in there.” With that, he shoved my head tightly between his thighs once more. I was pushed back into the same position as before, head down, butt in the air, kneeling on the sand. He grabbed the coils of undie fabric again and pulled back hard. The four of them must have come closer, because I could hear them laughing and one of them quietly gasp “Oh my god!”

          Christian let one hand go and leaned forward, momentarily easing the wedgie. He took that hand and grabbed my plain, silky, dark blue basketball shorts by the side of the waist and pulled it down to my knees! My bare ass was now completely exposed! I instinctually moved my left hand back to pull my shorts up, but Ray saw my arm fumbling behind me and quickly grabbed my shorts with both hands. He heaved himself up off my legs for a second so he could slide my shorts under my knees. I felt my shorts bunched around my ankles, and with Ray sitting on my calves and squeezing my knees together, there was nothing I could do to bring my shorts back up my legs and over my ass.

          From Ray’s position behind me, my ass was just a foot and a half directly in front of him! I immediately felt even more embarrassed than I already was from two guys taking complete control of my own undies. I had never been naked in front of someone before, and now I was mooning six people I don’t know!

          The four of them watching started laughing wholeheartedly! The two guys laughed for a short bit, but for some reason the girls thought the sight of me being pantsed was hysterical, and kept going for like 20 seconds.

          “Hoooollllyy shit,” one of the guys remarked.

          “It looks like a thong!” said one of the girls.

          “It’s so far up his butt I can see some of his butthole!” the other guy observed.

          I could hear from the kid’s voices that they must have been just a few feet behind me. Christian started giving quick intermittent yanks on my briefs, using the momentum to try to pull my undies even further up my back. Each tug sent a spike of pain in my ass, eliciting embarrassing, uncontrollable yelps of pain. Christian continued the spurts of yanking for at least two minutes before he stopped and held my undies down loosely on my lower back. I desperately hoped that it was going to be the end of this painful wedgie.

          Instead, Christian got off his knees and stood up on my shoulders. He hunched with his knees bent low so he remained close enough to my ass to keep hold of my briefs. He planting the arc of his feet against the top of my shoulders and his heel in the sand. “Now it’s gonna get *real*,” he warned. He simply let gravity pull him backwards, and kept from falling down by holding on to my undies. Ray planted my legs firmly enough on the ground to keep my body from sliding towards Christian as he leaned back with my undies. After finding that Ray could keep my body still while supporting his entire weight, my briefs steadily started digging even further and harder into my butt crack than before as Christian pulled his hands towards his chest with his strong, defined arms like he was pulling weights back on some exercise machine.

          "AHHHhhhhhh!! Oooohhh!! "AAHhhh! AAAahhh!" I started crying out in pain, some sand getting in to my mouth.

          He started pulling in strong, steady intervals. Every pull, I heard my underwear tearing. My eyes were heavily watering from pain as I took sharp breaths at each viscous pull, sliding my underwear deeper and deeper up my butt.

          "STOP! That’s enough! Please!" I cried out, begging for mercy.

          "Not quite yet..." Christian said, sounding tired.

          Christian rocked forward on top of my shoulders, then pushed himself back as hard as he could. A sharp, piercing pain shot up my ass crack, and my balls got squished as the front pouch of my undies suddenly tightened and pressed against my body.

          "Hhhwuuuuuuhhh" I moaned out sharply as my undies made a significant tearing sound. My body slid a bit across the sand from his weight being hauled back like he was playing tug of war.

          “Yes…” Christian said, encouraged by the sound of fabric splitting apart. He leaned slowly back again. He started pulling steadily, but the wedgie kept getting stronger and stronger than it ever had before!! I was choking out a faint yell, almost breathless from pain. I heard Christian grunting and breathing heavily like he was trying to max out his bench press. He kept pulling harder than he ever had before as I felt like a wire was slicing into my butt. This intense level of pain continued for 20 or 30 seconds straight before I heard my undies ripping. I was tearing up so bad that my vision was cloudy. I heard lots of rapid, small snapping sounds as lots of tiny threads broke apart, the ripping sound kept going and going second after excruciating second until

SNAP

          The intense force directed up my butt disappeared as my underwear split down the middle. Christian fell on his back into the sand. Ray backed off my legs, pulling my shorts off with him. He pulled off my socks and shoes too while I laid there. Christian got back up and brought the now disjoined back waistband of my briefs over my head and in front of me. He waked away from me while holding the waistband, pulling the fabric under my crotch out from between the front of my body and the sand. My dick was covered by my body, since I was lying down flat on the sand. My ass, however, was now 100% totally exposed for everyone to see!

          Christian stood over me and looked in my butt crack. “You guys! You gotta see this! There’s this red line running right down the middle of his butt crack! That’s like rug burn times a million!” Christian and Ray continued to gloat over the ownage they dished out. After a few moments checking out the damage done to my ass, Christian packed my shorts and nearby shirt into his backpack. Ray added my shoes and socks, and before making a show of throwing in my torn briefs and zipping it closed.

          “You basically got attacked by your own underwear for five minutes straight. Maybe now you’ll finally learn your place,” Christian scolded me.

"You gonna try to get your clothes back?" Christian mocked as he put the backpack on his back and walked away. Ray and the strangers stood next to him laughing. I didn’t respond. Instead, I slowly stood up, the movement spreading a fiery pain across my asshole.

          I tried to catch up to them but it was useless, I couldn't have taken the backpack from Christian even if I did catch up. Ray, Christian, and the four people watched me take my first few steps before cracking up from my ridiculous, slow movement forward.

          “Why are you walking like that? Did you take a dick up your ass?” Ray taunted.

          “That was fun. I even got a bit of a workout,” said Christian. They kept walking away.

          “Yeah, we got him good! He’s not gonna forget that any time soon,” said Ray.

          “Why did you guys do that to him?” one of the girls asked.

          “Well, he was being bitchy to us, and a few days ago he told on one of my friends to his mom. Now he’s going around saying that my friend, Austin, is lying about the whole thing. So basically he’s a loser who totally deserves whatever he has coming to him,” Christian explained.

          “Oh, okay,” the girl said.

          “But why did you give him a wedgie though?” the boy who isn’t Christian’s brother asked.

          “Oh, well Austin randomly gave him a wedgie when he found out he snitched, so I figured I’d follow his lead and do the same,” Christian said.

“What? No—no,” I stammered feebly. “I’m not stalking you.”

But I was stalking Liam—and had been for months. Jesus, he was gorgeous. The smoking hot body. The killer smile. And that big dick—that big fucking dick. Even though I knew he was straight, I wanted Liam in the worst possible way.

The first time I saw Liam naked was at my initiation. He was president of the fraternity and presided over the ceremony—a rite of passage in which all the brothers and pledges were buck-ass naked. It wasn’t sexual, or at least it wasn’t supposed to be. We all stripped down to symbolize our equality in the brotherhood, that we’re all the same. But we weren’t the same. Liam’s huge cock was proof positive of that.

Most brothers don’t get to live in the house until their second year. But shortly after my initiation, a room became available when a brother dropped out of school unexpectedly. I jumped at the chance to take the guy’s old room—anything to get closer to Liam.

It didn’t take long for me to learn Liam’s schedule and when I could find him in the showers before his morning classes. I would saunter into the bathroom and take a sink opposite the open showers, affording me an unobstructed view of Liam soaping up his body and his big cock. I tried to be covert, shifting my glance whenever Liam looked my way, but I suspected he had my number.

Mornings weren’t the only time in which to catch Liam in the shower. He also showered late at night after fucking pussy. At least three or four nights a week, Liam would drag some sorority slut upstairs to his bed—never the same girl. And to my delight, Liam always fucked the bitch with his door wide open. This was a habit common amongst the handful of studs in the house who scored pussy easily. Fucking with the door open was a means of flaunting their sexual prowess.

It was on this particular night that Liam had yet another sorority slut in his bed. From my room two doors down, I could hear the bitch moaning as Liam used her cunt. It was bad form to lurk in the doorway when a brother was fucking some bitch, but passing by his room and taking a quick glance at the live porn show taking place was a blameless act.

Liam was on top of the bitch, missionary with her legs pressed against his chest, when I walked casually past his room. He was giving it to her hard and I froze in my tracks at the sight of his big cock gliding in and out of her cunt. And then Liam turned his head and looked at me. I knew I should leave and pretend that I hadn’t been staring, but my feet were anchored to the floor. Liam locked eyes with me as he continued to fuck the bitch. I could tell he was getting off on being observed, and so I stood in place and watched as Liam jackhammered her cunt and dumped his load in her. And then I bolted back to my room.

Ten minutes later, I heard Liam escorting the bitch downstairs, his load in her pussy. Fucking bitch. Moments later, I heard the shower running down the hall. It was Liam, no doubt. And like a moth to a flame, I made my way to the showers to observe Liam’s post-coital shower.

“Stalker,” Liam accused me, his back towards me, the shower water cascading down the front of his body as I ogled him from the bathroom sinks.

“What? No—no,” I stammered feebly. “I’m not stalking you.”

“Bullshit,” he spat. “I know your type, bro, and it never ends well. This place is toxic.”

“I don’t understand,” I shrugged.

“Felix—he was the guy that had your room,” Liam began to explain. “He used to look at me like you do—wanting me. I wasn’t the only one. He started giving up his hole to a few of the brothers and it wasn’t long before he became the house cum dump. I’ve never seen a guy take that much dick.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” I asked.

“Yeah—it was,” Liam answered. “The guys were using him endlessly. Felix stopped going to his classes, spending all day and night with his ass up on his bed taking load after load. His parents found out and made him transfer schools. You don’t want that, trust me. I’m just trying to look out for you.”

“Why do you care?” I asked. “You don’t even know me.”

Liam turned off the shower and turned towards me, his big dick hanging halfway down his thigh. Placing a hand on my shoulder, his athletic body dripping wet, Liam leaned into my ear and whispered, “Maybe you and me aren’t so different.”

The import of his admission washed over me as Liam grabbed his towel and retreated to his room. I had always assumed that Liam was hopelessly straight, but had I misjudged him? Was all the pussy and über-masculine posturing just an act, a means to survive and conquer in the testosterone-laden jungle of the frat house?

Lost in thought, I meandered back to my room, but was suddenly ambushed outside of Liam’s door. His muscular arms pulled me inside his room as he quickly closed the door and pushed me up against it. His lips found mine, his tongue darting into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around Liam, delighted to discover that he was naked.

“I want to be inside you,” Liam whispered as he pawed at my clothes, exploring my body as he stripped me bare.

With his muscular arms, he picked me up, my legs wrapping around his body, and lowered me onto his bed. Climbing on top of me, Liam’s lips met mine, electricity coursing through our bodies. He fumbled with a bottle of lube on his bed table, his wet finger suddenly in my hole, readying me for him. I felt the pressure of his cockhead pushing against the puckered folds of my cunt, and then a white-hot flash of pain as he pushed into me.

“FUCK,” I gasped, my hands digging into his back.

“Shhh,” he silenced me, his hand over my mouth, his cock buried balls deep in me. “We can’t get busted.”

“Mmm hmm,” I nodded, a tear running down my cheek as I fought to accept the sheer magnitude of his huge cock inside me.

“Is this—is this your first time?” Liam asked tenderly, removing his hand from my mouth as he kept still inside me. “Are you a virgin?”

“Yes,” I whispered, embarrassed by my lack of experience. “I’ve never been fucked.”

“Wow. Go big or go home, right?” he laughed softly. “I’m just kidding. I’ll go slow. I promise.”

I winced as Liam began to move within me, beginning with some slow, deliberate strokes. “Just ride out the pain,” Liam guided me. “It’ll start feeling good soon.”

And he was right. Waves of pleasure began to break through the pain as Liam increased his pace, delving deeper into me, stretching my hole to its limit. He pushed my knees against his chest, mimicking the way he had fucked the sorority bitch earlier. If she could handle his huge cock, then so could I. As Liam promised, his big dick was starting to feel good—fucking amazing, in fact.

“Fuck,” I exhaled as Liam delivered a deep thrust, his weight upon me, my eyes rolling back into my head.

“Too much?” he paused.

“No,” I answered, wanting more. “That felt incredible—so fucking intense. Keep doing it.”

“I’ll try,” he agreed, delivering a succession of deep thrusts into my void, “but I’m getting close. Can I cum in you?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Fucking breed me,” I begged, wrapping my legs tighter around him, willing him to fill me with his seed.

“Oh FUCK,” Liam grunted, burying his face into my shoulder to muffle himself as his huge cock began to throb and release his load inside me. “FUCK … SHIT.”

Liam collapsed on top of me, his balls emptied, as I stroked his sweaty back. We stayed that way for what felt like an eternity, our bodies melded as one, until Liam finally withdrew from me—his cum gushing out of my gaping hole.

“That was fucking amazing,” he exhaled, rolling off me and taking his place on the bed next to me. “Did you like it?”

“Are you kidding me?” I laughed. “I fucking loved it.”

“Good,” Liam smiled. “But this can’t leave this room. We can’t let the rest of the house know about us. It could get messy, especially if the guys find out you take cock. They’ll want in on the action—and I don’t want to share you.”

“I understand,” I nodded in agreement. “Maybe you should keep fucking those sorority bitches now and then? You know—so nobody suspects anything.”

“Nah,” Liam dismissed, rolling on top of me again, his hard cock pushing back into my used, cummy hole. “From now on, I want only you in my bed.”

Credit to @jordan-0

         After Austin’s last stunt, the next few days passed by without incident. He spent a lot of time hanging out at his friends’ houses, and I barely saw him in the house. A few hours after Austin let me out of the closet, a kid in the house across the street invited me to hang out, since he was also relatively new to the area. He'd just transferred to my school. His name was Ryan, and we got along pretty well. We hung out and played Xbox at his house, and we also played tennis together at the local park. He was around my height and build, with slightly less tone and a smaller frame. He had dirty blonde hair and brown eyes.

          A few days after we first met, we were playing basketball at the nearby park. Ryan and I were playing a 2 on 2 game against some other guys we met at the park for an hour or so when two 20 year olds on longboards skated down the macadam path in front of the basketball court and stopped. One of them, who I later learned was named Christian, told one of the guys we were playing with that their mom wanted him home soon, before the family arrives. We had lost score, so we decided to play a quick game, first to 11 points. Near the end of the game, Ryan called out “Jordan” to me in order to get me to pass the ball to him. I passed it back to him and he shot a three-pointer, winning the game. Right after he scored, Christian asked "Wait, did he say your name is Jordan?"

          "Yeah," I responded, confused.

          "The Jordan who just moved here?"

          "Yeah, how'd you know?"

          "Austin told us all about you! He told us to take you down a notch if we ever got a chance."

          "Oh, well he's angry because he thinks I lied to him and snitched on him to his mom. It's not true but he --"

          "Whoa whoa whoa, dude, that's not a good way to show you're sorry!” Christian interrupted. “You’re telling people behind his back that he's lying about you? That’s a real dick move!"

          "Yeah, talking shit about him because he found out you told on him? That’s low!" the other boy chimed in.

          "Wait no it's not that! He just thinks I snitched on him but he's wrong! It’s not that he's lying!"

          "I don't know, Ray, that doesn't sound like somebody who learned their lesson to me!" Christian said to his friend.

          "Me neither! If you just hadn't started making shit up we would’ve been gone by now,” Ray said.

          "You’re right, I’m sorry,” I said.

          "It’s too late now, little dude,” said Ray. The two guys whispered to each other while I looked on anxiously.

          "There’s no escaping it now! Get him!" Christian exclaimed.

          They lunged at me. I ran in the opposite direction away from them, off the basketball court. I realized I was running towards the entrance of the park, where a road from the surrounding suburban development connects to a road leading inside the park and to a parking lot. I was running across a stretch of grass between the basketball court and the sandy volleyball field. I ran in a straight line in the direction of the entrance, and with the two of them so close behind me I didn’t have time to turn and go around the sand. I reached the sandy field and kept running across the mushy, uneven surface. Just a few feet from reaching the other side of the field, Ray tackled me, my shirtless chest crashing into the sand (I had taken my shirt off because of the heat). Christian soon caught up. While Ray’s arms were still wrapped around my waist, Christian walked in front of me and grabbed my head with both of his hands. He yanked my head down and shoved it into the sand. He pressed down on the back of my head with his body weight. I tried prying his hands off, but his hold was way too strong for me to break. He brought his knees down on either side of my head and pulled my head up out of the sand and right between his legs. He squeezed his strong, athletic thighs together to keep my head wedged in place. My cheeks, ears, and jaw were enveloped by his firm, thick thighs. I could feel his balls resting on the top of my neck.

          Ray let go of my waist and sat on the back of my calves. He leaned back and put his arms down just behind him and pushed my ankles into the sand. Then he put his legs on either side of my legs, and squeezed my legs together from just above my knees. I tried to move my thighs apart or kick my feet off the ground, but they wouldn’t budge. Christian scooched closer to Ray with my head still between his thighs, making my back bend down more sharply and forcing my butt to stick up higher off the ground as my body had to bend to fit within the smaller space between the two boys. I was stuck kneeling in the sand, my knees at a 90 degree angle, my back bent forward and my head four or so inches above the ground, locked between Christian’s thighs. It was as if I were prostate before a king, but I couldn’t stand back up.

          Christian grabbed the waistband of my underwear with one hand and pulled it vertically out away from my hip. I could feel air against my bare ass.

          "What the hell are you doing?" I asked, my words somewhat garbled from my mouth being squeezed between Christian’s thighs.

          "This," he said. He grabbed a fistful of sand with his free hand and threw it down into my briefs.

          "Come on stop it dude!" I begged.

          "Shut up," he commanded calmly. He threw a dozen or so scoops of sand down my undies before letting my waistband go. It felt really weird having a lump of sand in the back of my briefs. I was wearing a pair of black Under Armor briefs. They were nylon and spandex briefs, had a silky feel, and were fairly stiff. They could get stretched out, but unlike some readily stretchy undies, once these briefs got stretched out, they wouldn’t contract back to their original size, they would be permanently loosened.

          "Hmmm... now what did Austin do to you? Oh yeah!" he exclaimed. He slid his hands underneath my shorts and put his hands on both sides of the back of my undies. He curled his fingers around the fabric from the leg holes to the waistband. Without warning, he jerked my undies towards himself forcefully. My undies only slid halfway across each ass cheek, and the pull just dug the seams into my skin. He stopped pulling and slid his hands along the sides of the seat of my undies, away from my waist. I felt his fingers faintly brush against my butt before he pulled the sides of my undies together in the middle of my ass. The seat of my undies now spread just a few inches wide. He wrapped his hands back around the leg holes and slowly started pulling up. I felt the seat of my undies sliding up my butt crack. He stretched my undies back with a steady force. As he struggled to pull back further, I felt a layer of warm sand being smooshed up and down my butt crack.

          He suddenly let go of my undies, making the waistband snap back over my hip.

          "That’s it?” Ray asked.

          "No, my fingers just hurt. Not a problem.”

          Christian took off his t-shirt and wrapped it around his hands like a glove, then grabbed the leg holes. He yanked back harshly, making a slight SNAP sound from stretching the fabric so hard. I moved my hands behind my back to pull my undies out of my butt crack, curling both hands around the center sliver of fabric and pushing back away from my back instead of up my back like he was doing. For a moment I got slight relief from the wedgie as I managed to counteract some of the force Christian was exerting on my briefs. Irritated by my resistance, he released my underwear and grabbed my right arm with both hands. He shoved my forearm under his knees and bore down on my wrist. He balanced all of his weight on his knees, painfully crushing my arm and causing me to moan out in pain. After a few seconds he pulled my arm out from under his knees. I wasn’t injured or anything, but it hurt to move my wrist or hand after he focused so much weight on such a vulnerable area. I let my arm lie limp by my side, and released my left hand from my underwear, not wanting him to hurt that arm as well.

          Christian grabbed my underwear and pulled back hard, now unhindered by my efforts to stop it. The undies dug into my asshole even harder, and I felt a small lump of sand still caught in my undies literally push a little bit up my ass!! It was a very uncomfortable and unpleasant sensation. My undies started tearing further from the strong pull from Christian’s muscular arms and his body weight bearing down all on the tiny sliver of fabric crammed up my butt crack.

          “Ahhh!! Ooooooh! Oh. Aaahhh.” I began to gasp out in pain those sounds that seem to be the ubiquitous cry of people getting a major wedgie. The waistband was stretched halfway up my back despite the thick, stiff material of my Under Armor briefs.

          Unexpectedly, Christian spread his legs apart, freeing my head from his impressive thighs. He let go of my briefs, and the fabric bunched up together, sticking out of my shorts. I looked up and around me, and I noticed that Ryan and the two kids we were playing basketball with were nowhere to be found. My head had been so fixed between two walls of inner thigh that I could only see the sand in the center of my vision right below me, and my hearing was dulled by the pressure of his toned legs covering my ears, so that this entire time I had no idea really what was happening in the outside world beyond what Ray and Christian were doing to me.

          “Jordan, check it out. You’ve got fans checking out the show!” Christian said, pointing to the side. I turned my head over my shoulder and saw four people, two guys and two girls. They just happened upon my current predicament and started to watch from 90 or so feet away. “Hi!” Christian shouted out to them in a friendly, amused tone, while waving at them.

          “Hello!” followed Ray. The four of them waved back.

          “Please stop,” I asked Christian meekly.

          “Oh it’s not over yet, Jordan,” he said, yanking my head down again. “You’re going back in there.” With that, he shoved my head tightly between his thighs once more. I was pushed back into the same position as before, head down, butt in the air, kneeling on the sand. He grabbed the coils of undie fabric again and pulled back hard. The four of them must have come closer, because I could hear them laughing and one of them quietly gasp “Oh my god!”

          Christian let one hand go and leaned forward, momentarily easing the wedgie. He took that hand and grabbed my plain, silky, dark blue basketball shorts by the side of the waist and pulled it down to my knees! My bare ass was now completely exposed! I instinctually moved my left hand back to pull my shorts up, but Ray saw my arm fumbling behind me and quickly grabbed my shorts with both hands. He heaved himself up off my legs for a second so he could slide my shorts under my knees. I felt my shorts bunched around my ankles, and with Ray sitting on my calves and squeezing my knees together, there was nothing I could do to bring my shorts back up my legs and over my ass.

          From Ray’s position behind me, my ass was just a foot and a half directly in front of him! I immediately felt even more embarrassed than I already was from two guys taking complete control of my own undies. I had never been naked in front of someone before, and now I was mooning six people I don’t know!

          The four of them watching started laughing wholeheartedly! The two guys laughed for a short bit, but for some reason the girls thought the sight of me being pantsed was hysterical, and kept going for like 20 seconds.

          “Hoooollllyy shit,” one of the guys remarked.

          “It looks like a thong!” said one of the girls.

          “It’s so far up his butt I can see some of his butthole!” the other guy observed.

          I could hear from the kid’s voices that they must have been just a few feet behind me. Christian started giving quick intermittent yanks on my briefs, using the momentum to try to pull my undies even further up my back. Each tug sent a spike of pain in my ass, eliciting embarrassing, uncontrollable yelps of pain. Christian continued the spurts of yanking for at least two minutes before he stopped and held my undies down loosely on my lower back. I desperately hoped that it was going to be the end of this painful wedgie.

          Instead, Christian got off his knees and stood up on my shoulders. He hunched with his knees bent low so he remained close enough to my ass to keep hold of my briefs. He planting the arc of his feet against the top of my shoulders and his heel in the sand. “Now it’s gonna get *real*,” he warned. He simply let gravity pull him backwards, and kept from falling down by holding on to my undies. Ray planted my legs firmly enough on the ground to keep my body from sliding towards Christian as he leaned back with my undies. After finding that Ray could keep my body still while supporting his entire weight, my briefs steadily started digging even further and harder into my butt crack than before as Christian pulled his hands towards his chest with his strong, defined arms like he was pulling weights back on some exercise machine.

          "AHHHhhhhhh!! Oooohhh!! "AAHhhh! AAAahhh!" I started crying out in pain, some sand getting in to my mouth.

          He started pulling in strong, steady intervals. Every pull, I heard my underwear tearing. My eyes were heavily watering from pain as I took sharp breaths at each viscous pull, sliding my underwear deeper and deeper up my butt.

          "STOP! That’s enough! Please!" I cried out, begging for mercy.

          "Not quite yet..." Christian said, sounding tired.

          Christian rocked forward on top of my shoulders, then pushed himself back as hard as he could. A sharp, piercing pain shot up my ass crack, and my balls got squished as the front pouch of my undies suddenly tightened and pressed against my body.

          "Hhhwuuuuuuhhh" I moaned out sharply as my undies made a significant tearing sound. My body slid a bit across the sand from his weight being hauled back like he was playing tug of war.

          “Yes…” Christian said, encouraged by the sound of fabric splitting apart. He leaned slowly back again. He started pulling steadily, but the wedgie kept getting stronger and stronger than it ever had before!! I was choking out a faint yell, almost breathless from pain. I heard Christian grunting and breathing heavily like he was trying to max out his bench press. He kept pulling harder than he ever had before as I felt like a wire was slicing into my butt. This intense level of pain continued for 20 or 30 seconds straight before I heard my undies ripping. I was tearing up so bad that my vision was cloudy. I heard lots of rapid, small snapping sounds as lots of tiny threads broke apart, the ripping sound kept going and going second after excruciating second until

SNAP

          The intense force directed up my butt disappeared as my underwear split down the middle. Christian fell on his back into the sand. Ray backed off my legs, pulling my shorts off with him. Christian got back up and brought the now disjoined back waistband of my briefs over my head and in front of me. He waked away from me while holding the waistband, pulling the fabric under my crotch out from between the front of my body and the sand. My dick was covered by my body, since I was lying down flat on the sand. My ass, however, was now 100% totally exposed for everyone to see!

          Christian stood over me and looked in my butt crack. “You guys! You gotta see this! There’s this red line running right down the middle of his butt crack! That’s like rug burn times a million!” Christian and Ray continued to gloat over the ownage they dished out. After a few moments checking out the damage done to my ass, Christian packed my shorts and nearby shirt into his backpack. Ray held onto my mangled underwear, waving them around like a prize.

          “Hey Jordan, look at me,” Ray said, holding my torn briefs in front of him. He jogged across the grass around 150 feet away to a roofed structure covering cookout grills and tables. He bunched my undies into a ball and threw them up on top of the roof, where they stuck. “Now people are gonna see that and wonder why the hell a destroyed pair of underwear is on the roof! It’s like a souvenir of how you got totally shit on for being a little snitching douchebag!”

          “You basically got attacked by your own underwear for five minutes straight. Maybe now you’ll finally learn your place,” Christian scolded me.

          I didn’t respond. Instead, I slowly stood up, the movement spreading a fiery pain across my asshole.

          “Look at him try to walk!” Ray said, pointing at me. I gingerly took short, slow, steps with my legs wide apart. The slight movement of my asshole simply from walking properly was super painful. I had to walk home, and I’d never be able to make it with a normal stride. Ray, Christian, and the four people watched me take my first few steps before cracking up from my ridiculous, slow movement forward.

          “Why are you walking like that? Did you take a dick up your ass?” Ray taunted.

          “That must have been some really rough anal to make a major homo like you walk like that!” Christian joked demeaningly. As I walked further away, I heard them continuing to talk about the wedgie they had just inflicted on me.

          “That was fun. I even got a bit of a workout,” said Christian.

          “Yeah, we got him good! He’s not gonna forget that any time soon,” said Ray.

          “Why did you guys do that to him?” one of the girls asked.

          “Well, he was being bitchy to us, and a few days ago he told on one of my friends to his mom. Now he’s going around saying that my friend, Austin, is lying about the whole thing. So basically he’s a loser who totally deserves whatever he has coming to him,” Christian explained.

          “Oh, okay,” the girl said.

          “But why did you give him a wedgie though?” the boy who isn’t Christian’s brother asked.

          “Oh, well Austin randomly gave him a wedgie when he found out he snitched, so I figured I’d follow his lead and do the same,” Christian said.

We were bopping to the music and my friends were laughing and talking shit as we floated around with the pulse of everyone else, when I felt a hand on my back, clearly intentional contact. It only lasted a second though, and there were so many people around me I had no way of knowing whose it was, so I ignored it.

Next thing I know, my best friend Kyle is behind me, with his arms gently wrapped around my waist, and his hands travelling lower towards my shorts. As I got ready to turn around and question him, he whispered in my ear,

“Don’t turn around, just act natural and let it happen bro.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just the rush of the moment, but I obeyed, and he slipped his hands down my shorts, grabbing a firm hold on my dick, which, to my surprise was almost immediately rock hard. The way we were all bobbing in the water meant his boner was now rubbing against my ass through our shorts and I could feel his muscly chest pressed up to my back. It was the most unsettlingly comforting feeling I’d ever experienced.

I continued to look straight ahead, trying to focus on what my other friends were talking about, but that was rather difficult when your best friend is stroking you with one hand and stripping you with the other. My shorts slowly drifted down my legs and off into the abyss of the pool. He must have done the same to his because suddenly I could feel his bare dick against my skin and it sent shivers down my spine.

This fucker had his dick against my ass, his hands around my cock, and he was still talking to our friends like nothing was happening! I couldn’t believe it, but I also didn’t want it to stop. I had never felt my body tingle so much as it was now.

Without warning, I felt him push his dick up to my asshole, and I could feel myself stretch to allow him inside. It hurt like HELL. I had to clench my fist to keep myself from screaming, but he kept pushing and then with a pop he was all the way inside me and I nearly blacked out from the intense pleasure I got from his fat cock pressing against my insides like this. Surrounded by other people completely unaware that I was getting cored out by my best friend.

He let out a muffled moan as he started to pump away, matching the beat of the song blasting from the speakers only feet away. I could hardly hear the music though over the throbbing in my ears from every time he hit my prostate. This was the first time I’d ever felt a man inside me and it was amazing! While he fucked me he was stroking me vigorously, and I could already feel myself getting close. Was he really going to go all the way like this right here?

“I’m gonna cum inside you right now bro, get ready.”

That put me over the edge. He was jerking me just perfectly in rhythm with his thrusts, and I came harder than I ever had before, but he didn’t stop stroking me, and I started to convulse in pleasure as my head was so sensitive post-nut, and he was wringing it out harder and faster, my cum giving him even more to play with on my skin. Then, I felt it: the final shove. He pushed himself even further inside me and unloaded. I felt every pump of his warm cum shoot its way out of his throbbing cock, and I felt him shake from the orgasm. I never wanted it to stop.

After a few moments of us floating there, still completely unnoticed, him still inside me, Kyle whispered,

“Let’s go inside and find a room, I want you to do that to me now.”

I felt myself go hard all over again. Without turning around, I nodded my head in the affirmative, and I felt him slip out of me. He ducked under the surface for a moment, then came back up with both our shorts. We slipped them on and excused ourselves from our friends, and made our way out of the pool, across the yard, and into the house.

I had never been to this house before, and it was completely dark inside. The music same was playing on the house’s surround sound system, and there seemed to be speakers on full volume in every room; however, the house itself was completely empty. Kyle led me through the vast kitchen, into the hallway, up some stairs, and into the first bedroom. This room was huge and had windows looking down onto the pool below. Off to the side there was a private bath as well.

He pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me, and kissed me for the first time. I don’t know why, but even after all that just happened in the pool, I wasn’t expecting this. It felt so good though, and I didn’t stop him. He ripped my shorts off again, and slipped his way out of his own, and pressed our hard dicks together, stroking them slowly and firmly. I let out a small whimper of excitement as his tongue explored the insides of my mouth. I could smell the sweat on his skin mixed with the salt water from the pool.

“You wanna fuck me now or what?”

I again nodded my head, and he scooted up further, straddling my torso as he lined my throbbing cock up with his hole, and sat down. Now I’ve fucked many girls in my day, but not any one of them compared to what I felt the moment I slipped inside my best friend’s ass. It was so warm and tight, and I could feel his muscles contract around me. I couldn’t help it, I moaned so loudly. He started to ride me, jerking himself off with one hand, and feeling my body with the other. He kept kissing me, too, which was absolutely euphoric.

“I want you to cum inside me this time.”

I grunted in approval as I could feel myself once again getting close, the sensation completely overwhelming and out of this world.

He kissed me so tenderly as I climaxed, this one feeling even better than the one in the pool. I shot my cum deep inside my friend, and I knew in that moment our relationship has completely transformed. There was absolutely no going back now.

When I had caught my breath, Kyle climbed off me and took my hand and pulled me off the bed and led me to the bathroom. The shower was massive and cavernous. He closed the door behind us and locked it, before pushing me backwards into the shower and pinning me up against the cold tile wall, my arms stretched out above me, and his tongue once again buried in my throat.

He ground up against me, our dicks still hard and rubbing together, and then he turned me around, used his foot to spread my legs apart, and without any sense of gentleness he shoved his dick back up inside me, which caused me to scream in surprise and pleasure. He was huge, I’m not joking. It was so fucking awesome. He fucked me again, and came inside me for the second time that night. Afterwards we showered together, making out and touching each other all over, before going back down and joining the party. Our friends never questioned it.

“You’ve been staring at me since I got on the train. Do you have any problems?”

“No, sorry”, my voice sounded quiet and insecure. “I didn’t want to bother you”, my heart started beating faster and I blushed from awkwardness. He must’ve noticed that, because he raised the edge of his mouth in a smirk and casually flexed his arm.

“Max”, he held out his hand. “Jimmy”, I answered and shook his hand. Jimmy? I haven’t introduced myself as Jimmy since primary school. And now I say that to some stranger I see for the first time. Max had a firm grip — he squeezed my hand and held it for a moment looking at my reaction. I struggled not to show him my pain but then he finally let my hand go.

Suddenly, he stood up and took a seat next to me. “So, Jimmy”, he placed his palm on my thigh and patted it. “You’re a little fag, don’t you?” I felt goosebumps down my spine.

He leaned closer to me and whispered into my ear “You’re so pathetic and so weak”. He laughed and squeezed my leg.

Then Max slid his hand up my thigh and grabbed my crotch. My little dicklet was already semi-hard and pretty sensitive.

“Somebody seems to be aroused” he encased my penis and balls in his hand and clutched them together, making me squeak.

Then Max raised his left arm, that was closer to me, and put it behind his head revealing his flexed bicep and a wet spot under the armpit. “Sniff it! Taste the odor of the real man” he ordered in his deep charmant voice. I would like to say that he grabbed my head and pushed me in his sweaty armpit, but no — I did that voluntarily, I felt the need to obey.

I quickly looked around the car — it was almost empty and there were three free rows in front of us and two behind us. So I put my face into his warm and sweaty armpit, and took a deep breath. His masculine arome acted like an aphrodisiac for me. I enjoyed it.

At the same time Max used his other hand to unbuckle my jeans and open the zipper on them. He laid his hand on my already hard cock and started jerking it through the fabric of my briefs. “Tell me, you enjoy it, boy”

“Yeahhs, I love it. It feels so good… Sir”, I whispered in satisfaction. I didn’t know why but it felt right to address him as ‘sir’, although he was clearly around my own age.

Max continued caressing my dicklet while I was licking and kissing his armpit and solid bicep. But it didn’t take long until I felt that I was about to burst. That’s when Max lowered his left arm and cupped my head from behind. He leaned closer to my face and started kissing me. At that moment, when his tongue was deep in my mouth and his stubble was scratching my soft face, I felt the warmth filling my briefs.

Max stopped kissing me, took his hand away from my crotch and patted me on the cheek. His hand was sticky with my cum that leaked through the fabric — some of it left on my red cheek and the rest he just wiped on my t-shirt leaving a big white stain there.

“There has to be something here,” Dallas had been following Stonewall around for weeks, studying his every move. Even sneaking inside his classroom after hours to see if he could find anything on the lunatic. Fortunately for him, all his detective work had led him to a closed studio near the outskirts of the university. For weeks Dallas had been watching at a distance, noticing male students coming in and out from the studio every other week. Dallas came to the conclusion that this was one of Stonewall’s bases of operations. 

Now inside, Dallas found the studio full of bondage equipment plastered across the walls such as whips, paddles, cuffs, gags and all sorts of devilish toys. Apart from the bondage tables, bed with restraints, and a spanking bench there was a desk. Inside the desk, the draws were filled with briefs, toys and shaving cream/electric razor. Dallas began rummaging through piles of papers trying to find anything he could use against Stonewall. The only thing that Dallas found of interest was an invitation to an event and a business card to a tailor with Santi’s name on it. Dallas decided to take a picture just in case. 

As Dallas continued to look for more clues, he heard footsteps approaching. “Shit,” he thought. There was nowhere to hide, Dallas was going to get caught. “Think, think, fuck” accepting his fate, Dallas took his phone and hid it while recording. If he was going to get caught, he might as well get something out of it.   

“I don’t know if you are either incredibly brave or stupid, probably the latter. All that snooping around and it never occured to you that this place came with a security system did you. You really thought you found this room by yourself? I let you in boy and you’re not coming out till I say so” Stonewall entered and began pacing around the room catching Dallas red handed. “You’re fucking sick bro, why the fuck are you doing this?” Dallas moved away so that the camera could get a better view of their interaction. Dallas knew for now, he had to play along with Stonewall’s little game of cat and mouse. 

“You see Dallas, I deal with trouble boys. Boys full of ego who think they run this campus. Cocky guys like you that act tough, but deep down are just punks. Guys that say “bro” and “yo” every other word. Nothing brings me more pleasure than setting those boys on the right path even if it means stripping them out of their dignity. After all you can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs” Stonewall began circling Dallas, like a predator circling its prey.

“I usually go by a schedule but since you are already here, I might as well make the most of it. So, let’s start with your discipline training. Now strip.”

 On command, Dallas slowly took off his shirt exposing a firm set of pecs, biceps and abs. The elastic waistband of his blue Hanes plaid boxers could be seen peeking out of his shorts. Proud of his body, Dallas never had a problem being the center of attention. But this time was different. This time he felt helpless. Vulnerable. Exposed. Shortly afterwards, Dallas, avoiding Stonewall’s gaze undid the drawstring of his shorts and dropped them on the floor. Out of nowhere, Stonewall yelled, causing Dallas to flinch like a frightened child. The sight of the boy in boxers, angered Stonewall.

Stonewall walked towards Dallas gripping the waistband of his drawers, “What did we say about this type of underwear?” Terrified, Dallas shifted his gaze to the ground refusing to answer. “Answer me boy!” shouted Stonewall causing Dallas to whimper. Stonewall then lectured Dallas that cocky, immature boys like him belonged in tighty whities, not boxers or boxer briefs. In fact, it seemed this was one of the first lessons he’d teach this punk, he thought. Stonewall turned Dallas around and violently ripped the boy’s boxers in half, revealing a well toned butt. Utterly humiliated, Dallas’ hands immediately covered his cock and balls before Stonewall turned him around again. 

“Oh, we’re just getting started, hands behind your head boy,” Dallas whimpered, slowly putting his hands behind his head. “So much for a “big” reveal huh, boy” Stonewall poked fun at Dallas, causing him to blush. Dallas stood naked his dick and balls on full display. “You know Dallas, body hair is a clear tell sign that a boy is becoming a man.” As Stonewall slowly unbuttoned his crisp white dress shirt more of his bushy chest hair came into view. Until he finally took off his shirt, showing off his impressive, ripped body covered in thick body hair. “For example, this is a REAL MANS body,” Stonewall boasted as he slid his fingers down the crevasse of his abs, his fingers going through the layers of hair on his torso.

“On the other hand, a naive child like yourself should be properly groomed” Stonewall walked over to the desk, and took out some shaving cream and an electric razor. Immediately, he began to shave the various parts of Dallas’ body. From his head, chest and armpits all the way down to his ass, pubic area and balls. In mere moments, Dallas’ entire body was made smooth, every bit of body hair shaved off by the professor. Dallas’ body shivered as the cold-vibrating blade of the razor made contact against his naked skin. Once finished, Dallas cringed as he stared down at his privates, bare of any pubic hair by another man. 

“Now that we got you groomed, it’s time to get you dressed” Stonewall walked over to the desk again and took out a pair of Calvin Klein white briefs and slid them slowly up Dallas legs, pulling until they were over Dallas’ fit ass. Dallas hated how tight they felt around his ass but Stonewall loved seeing the outline of Dallas cock tucked against the fabric. “There we go, fits like a glove” Stonewall continued to feel up Dalla’s cock and balls, moving his hand back and forth over the briefs enjoying himself. 

Dallas closed his eyes, waiting for the caressing to stop. Having had enough, Dallas lashed out. “GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY BALLS!” Immediately, Stonewall slapped Dallas balls catching him off guard. Dallas was stunned, his jaw dropped, he felt a rapid shock travel across his entire body. Straightaway, he could feel a throbbing pain growing in his abdomen. Tears formed around the corner of his eyes as he struggled to breath.

“You clearly need an ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT! Be a good little boy, and apologize for me.” Stonewall tightened his grip on Dallas’ balls. Dallas couldn’t say a word; it felt like every muscle in his stomach was contracting. He felt nauseous. Stonewall then slapped Dallas balls again, “I want to hear you APOLOGIZE and MEAN it,” This time Dallas broke down. He was a blubbering mess. A stream of tears were now flowing down his face, as he tried to make out any words, “I’m…I’m…sorry, sir.” Satisfied, Stonewall released his grip on Dallas cock causing the poor boy to fall on the floor clutching his balls in pain.  

Dallas couldn’t believe it. The once tough guy who went around picking fights was now on the floor, half naked, crying like a baby. But Dallas knew he had to endure, not only for his sake but Austin’s sake as well. 

“Fuck! You sick fuck! Fuck you!” Dallas screamed into the floor, letting his frustrations out. “Oh my, I guess we have to do something about that vulgar mouth of yours. That is my DUTY as an EDUCATOR after all” Dallas watched in horror as Stonewall undid his belt, then unzipped his gray dress pants and finally slid them off revealing a black Diesel jockstrap. Unbenowth to Stonewall, Dallas camera was in position of getting a perfect view of his exposed hairy bubble butt. 

Stonewall put his hand on the back of Dallas’ newly shaved head and brought his face straight into his crotch. Dallas could feel Stonewall’s cock growing inside the pouch as his face continued to rub against it. “That’s right boy, take a good whiff of that. That’s the smell of a REAL MAN” Dallas felt disgust rising in him as he breathed in the strong musk that was emitting from Stonewall’s cock. Dallas began to gag, as his mouth rubbed against the thin material, not trying to throw up from the nausea he was experiencing. Dallas tried to pull his head back, but the more he did the more Stonewall pulled his head further in. In fact, the more Dallas struggled, the more pleasure Stonewall got as he furiously began to face fuck the young boy. This went on until Stonewall crotch was drenched in drool, sweat, tears and some pre-cum. 

Dallas gagged on the verge of throwing up. Dallas found himself silently crying, not out of fear but out of anger. He didn’t want to give Stonewall the satisfaction of seeing him at his worse. Dallas was too tough for that. Dallas sniffed a bit and got a hold of himself, getting his breathing under control. “Awww it’s okay, Dallas. Don’t cry. Maybe now you can show me some respect,” Stonewall got down on one knee, his pants still around his ankles, and began wiping the tears from Dallas’ eyes. “Fuck you “bro”,” a grinning Dallas spat a loogie at Stonewall’s face.     

Stonewall took a deep breath before removing the loogie from his face. “It seems like I have been too lenient. It excites me thinking about how hard I’ll have to DISCIPLINE you now. I’m sure we can put that energy of yours to good use” Stonewall then got up again and pulled out his semi-erect throbbing cock, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you…”

But before Stonewall could do anything else, his phone began ringing. “Shit, of all the time to call,” Stonewall promptly answered the phone, “Hello…Yes…No…I haven’t forgotten…I’ll be there shortly” He pulled up his unzipped pants and picked up his discarded dress shirt. As Stonewall frantically got dressed, Dallas slowly made his way to where he hid his phone, slipping it right under his balls concealing it inside his bulge. “Thanks for the tighty whities, I definitely couldn’t hide this with boxers” Dallas thought. “My apologies Dallas but it seems I’ll have to cut our lesson short.” Dallas began to pick up his shirt and shorts but Stonewall put a stop to that, “Oh, you are not getting off that easy, I’ll be confiscating these.” Stonewall took possession of Dallas clothes. “Also there’s no point in you telling anybody about this place, it will be gone before anybody figures out. Now FUCK OFF!”