A Package From The Neighbor
Elias wiped the sweat off his brow as he unlocked the door to his house, panting lightly after a grueling five-mile run in the sweltering heat. His long, toned legs were fully on display beneath his skimpy black running shorts, so short that the hem barely covered the tops of his thighs. Each stride during his run had caused the shorts to ride up even more, leaving his muscular legs almost entirely exposed. His navy tank top clung to his torso, drenched with sweat, and his face glistened under the late afternoon sun.
Just as he was about to step inside, he heard a deep, familiar voice behind him. “Yo, Elias!”
He turned around to see his neighbor, Rob, striding across the yard. Rob was bulky, with broad shoulders and thick arms that looked like they could crush a watermelon. He wore his usual flannel shirt and jeans, looking as rugged as ever despite the heat. In his hand was a small cardboard box, which Elias immediately recognized as a package he’d been waiting on.
“Hey, Rob,” Elias said, trying to keep his voice casual despite his already racing heart.
“Looks like this got dropped off at my place,” Rob said, holding up the box with a grin. “Hanes, huh? What are you ordering from them? Socks?”
Elias chuckled nervously, wiping his hands on his thighs. “Uh, yeah. Something like that. Thanks for bringing it over.” He reached for the package, but Rob held it back, his grin widening.
“Wait a second,” Rob said, tilting his head. “Hanes… that’s not just socks. They’re big on underwear too, right? Like, you know…” He paused for dramatic effect. “Tighty whities.”
Elias froze, his face heating up instantly. “What? No way. I don’t wear those.”
Rob let out a low chuckle. “Oh, come on. You seem like the type. Practical, no-frills, old-school. I bet you’ve got a drawer full of ‘em.”
Elias forced a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, right. Not a chance.”
But as Rob’s gaze lowered, his grin morphed into something more devious. “You sure about that?”
Elias’s breath quickened as he reached out for the package, but Rob didn’t hand it over. Instead, Rob’s gaze flickered downward, his teasing smirk widening as something caught his eye.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Rob murmured, tilting his head and letting his voice drip with mockery.
Elias froze, unsure of what Rob was referring to, until he followed the man’s eyes. His stomach dropped.
Just below the hem of his shorts, on the left side, a thin sliver of bright white fabric was visible—stretched tight against his skin. The unmistakable leg bands of his briefs peeked out, boldly betraying him.
Rob let out a low chuckle, his voice both amused and cruel. “Oh, man, Elias. Is that what I think it is?” He gestured toward the exposed fabric, his eyes gleaming with wicked delight. “Don’t tell me you’re actually wearing tighty whities under there.”
Elias’s face flushed a deep crimson, and he fumbled to adjust his shorts, yanking them down in a futile attempt to hide the evidence. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered, his voice cracking.
Rob folded his arms, leaning against the doorframe as he stared at Elias with unrelenting smugness. “Come on, don’t play dumb. You’ve got your leg band showing, dude. You might as well have a neon sign pointing at your ass saying ‘tighty whities guy here.’”
Elias opened his mouth to protest, but Rob cut him off, taking a slow step closer. “Man, I knew you were a throwback kind of guy, but I didn’t think you were still rocking those. What’s next? Tube socks and a headband?”
“Shut up, Rob,” Elias muttered, his voice barely audible as he tugged at his shorts again. But Rob wasn’t done.
“Hold on, let me get a better look,” Rob said, his voice playful but laced with a mean edge. Before Elias could react, Rob reached out and hooked his finger under the hem of Elias’s shorts, lifting the left side up.
“Rob, don’t—!” Elias yelped, but it was too late.
The full seat of his white briefs was now exposed, stretched taut across his round, muscular buttocks. The fabric hugged him snugly, the elastic leg bands cutting slightly into his skin, emphasizing the curve of his backside. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on the cotton, making the material cling even more intimately to him.
“Holy crap,” Rob said, his voice dripping with mock amazement. “Look at this. You’re not just wearing tighty whities—they’re practically painted on.”
Elias’s legs quivered as he tried to step back, but Rob’s grip on his shorts kept him in place. “Rob, I’m serious. Stop it!”
But Rob ignored him, running his thumb along the leg bands of the briefs, letting it snap lightly against Elias’s skin. “Nice fit, man. Bet these keep everything tucked in nice and tight, huh? You must love the support.”
Elias squirmed, trying to pull his shorts back down, but Rob held them firmly in place. “Rob, stop! This isn’t funny!”
“Oh, it’s hilarious,” Rob countered, his voice dripping with mockery. He ran a finger along the waistband of Elias’s briefs, snapping it back against his skin. “Snug fit, huh? Bet these keep everything nice and secure.”
Elias let out an involuntary sound—a mix between a gasp and a moan—as Rob’s hand brushed against him. His whole body tensed, and his face turned an even deeper shade of red.
“Aw, did that embarrass you?” Rob teased, his grin growing wider. “Come on, man. Own it. Nothing wrong with a grown man rocking tighty whities. Although…” He let out a low chuckle. “Most guys have moved on to, you know, something a little less… childish.”
“Rob, seriously, let go!” Elias pleaded, his voice cracking.
Rob finally released his grip, letting the shorts snap back into place. But the damage was done—Elias’s dignity was in shreds.
“You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that,” Rob said, stepping back with a smug look. “Running around in shorts that short, knowing what you’ve got underneath? Bold move, buddy. Bold move.”
Elias didn’t respond. He snatched the package out of Rob’s hand and stormed inside, slamming the door behind him.
As he leaned against the door, clutching the box to his chest, he could still hear Rob’s laughter echoing outside.
Elias couldn’t shake the interaction with Rob. All night, the taunts echoed in his mind: the smug grin, the teasing touch, the laughter. He tried to focus on his morning run the next day, pounding the pavement harder and faster than usual, but no amount of exertion could quiet the lingering embarrassment—or the strange thrill it brought him. By the time he finished, his shirt was drenched, his legs ached, and yet his mind was sharper than ever, fixated on one thought.
Elias stood outside Rob’s front door, his heart pounding louder than it had during his run. He adjusted his already short shorts, yanking them higher up his legs until they clung indecently to his thighs, the hem barely covering anything. The effort exposed even more of his briefs—stark white and gleaming against his tan skin. The fabric stretched snugly over the curve of his buttocks, riding up slightly, leaving no question about the type of underwear he was wearing. The leg bands peeked out brazenly at the bottom of the shorts, framing his muscular cheeks in an almost comical display.
His breath hitched as he raised his hand to knock. Once. Twice.
The door swung open, and there stood Rob, shirtless in a pair of loose basketball shorts, holding a steaming mug of coffee. His brow furrowed as he looked Elias up and down, taking in the flushed face, the sweat-soaked tank top, and most of all, the absurdly high shorts that blatantly showcased the tighty whities beneath.
“Elias?” Rob said, raising an eyebrow. “What the hell are you doing?”
Elias swallowed hard, his cheeks burning with a mix of shame and resolve. “I—” He hesitated, his voice catching. Then, with an almost reckless burst of courage, he blurted out, “I want you to humiliate me.”
For a moment, there was silence. Rob blinked, clearly caught off guard, before his lips curled into that familiar, taunting smirk. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as his eyes raked over Elias’s barely covered form.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Rob said, his tone dripping with amusement. “Didn’t expect that. Guess those tighty whities really did a number on you, huh?”
Elias fidgeted, tugging at the hem of his tank top but making no effort to adjust his shorts. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “About what you said. What you did. How you—” He faltered, his face burning hotter.
Rob chuckled, stepping closer, his gaze locked on Elias’s briefs. “How I what? Called you out for wearing these?” He reached out and let his fingers graze the exposed waistband of Elias’s underwear, tugging lightly at the elastic. “Or was it when I lifted your shorts and got a good look at how tight these little things fit over that big ass of yours?”
Elias inhaled sharply at the contact, his knees almost buckling. He didn’t answer, couldn’t answer.
Rob took a step back, laughing as he gestured for Elias to come inside. “Alright, come on in, tighty whities. Let’s see just how far you’re willing to go with this.”
Elias hesitated on the doorstep, his stomach twisting with nerves and anticipation. Rob stood just inside, smirking like he’d won a prize, his broad, bare chest and relaxed posture radiating control. Elias stepped over the threshold, his shorts still clinging indecently high on his legs, revealing more of the white briefs stretched snugly over his cheeks. The door clicked shut behind him, the sound reverberating in the quiet house.
“Well,” Rob said, folding his arms and leaning against the wall. “You’ve got guts coming over here like this. You’ve already given me quite the show.” His eyes roamed shamelessly over Elias’s body, lingering on the fabric peeking below the hem of his shorts. “But I don’t think you’re ready for what you just signed up for.”
Elias swallowed hard. “I am,” he said, his voice trembling but firm. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it—how you called me out, how you…touched my—” He broke off, his face burning, and his hands instinctively tried to tug his shorts lower, though there was no saving the situation now.
“Don’t even try to cover up now,” Rob said, laughing as he reached out and batted Elias’s hands away. “You wanted this, remember? You asked me to humiliate you. And judging by the fact that you pulled your shorts up so high I can practically read the tag on your tighty whities, I’d say you’re really into this.”
Elias shifted on his feet, his breath hitching as Rob’s fingers grazed the waistband of his briefs again. This time, Rob didn’t stop there. He hooked his thumb under the elastic and gave it a sharp tug, snapping it back against Elias’s skin. The sound echoed in the room, and Elias flinched, a soft, involuntary moan escaping his lips.
“Wow,” Rob said, raising his eyebrows in mock astonishment. “You’re really something else, aren’t you? Moaning because I snapped your little waistband? Man, you are a full-on tighty whities poster boy.”
Elias’s face burned hotter as Rob walked around him, circling like a predator inspecting its prey. He felt Rob’s eyes on him, scrutinizing every inch of his body, from the sheen of sweat on his legs to the way the briefs hugged the curve of his rear.
“Let’s get a better look,” Rob muttered, and before Elias could react, Rob grabbed the back of his shorts and yanked them up even higher. The shorts bunched up around Elias’s hips, completely exposing the full seat of his briefs. The white cotton stretched taut over his muscular cheeks, the fabric clinging so snugly that every contour was visible.
“Damn,” Rob said, his tone a mix of amusement and something deeper. He ran his hand over the exposed fabric, letting his palm linger on the curve of Elias’s rear. “Look at this. You weren’t kidding about being a tighty whities guy. These are practically glued to you.”
Elias let out another soft moan, his knees buckling slightly as Rob’s touch lingered. He wanted to pull away, to cover himself, but his body refused to move.
Rob leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “I bet you love how they feel, huh? That snug little fit. You like how they ride up every time you move, don’t you?” He gave the fabric a playful tug, pulling it tighter against Elias’s skin. “You probably love the idea of someone catching a glimpse, just like I did yesterday.”
Elias shook his head, but his body betrayed him. His breathing quickened, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
Rob laughed, his voice rich with mockery. “Oh, come on. Don’t pretend you’re not into this. I mean, you came all the way over here, practically flaunting these things. What’d you think was gonna happen?”
Elias bit his lip, his face flushing even deeper as Rob’s hand traced the edge of the leg band.
“Here’s the thing,” Rob continued, his tone softening but losing none of its teasing edge. “You’re embarrassed, sure. But you’re also loving this, aren’t you?”
Elias couldn’t deny it anymore. He nodded slightly, his voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”
Rob grinned, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of the shorts one last time, tugging them up just enough to fully reveal the waistband and leave no doubt about what Elias was wearing. “Good,” he said, his voice low and almost possessive. “Because I’m just getting started.”
Elias’s breath hitched as Rob’s hand continued to roam, slowly and deliberately tracing the curve of his exposed briefs. The cotton felt impossibly snug beneath Rob’s firm grip, and Elias couldn’t help but shudder at the sensation. The humiliating thrill of being inspected and teased like this left him completely disarmed, unable to resist or protest as Rob’s touch lingered.
“You’ve got a hell of a pair here, don’t you?” Rob murmured, his voice dripping with mockery. His hand slid over the fabric, squeezing lightly, his fingers grazing the edge of the leg band. “These tighty whities really don’t leave much to the imagination. You’re practically begging to be humiliated in these.”
Elias moaned softly, his cheeks burning with shame as Rob’s words cut through him. He wanted to say something, anything, but the strange mix of embarrassment and excitement left him frozen, completely under Rob’s control.
“You like this, don’t you?” Rob taunted, leaning in close. His voice was low, almost intimate, as his hand moved over the snug fabric again. “You like being on display. Being called out. Hell, you probably wore these hoping someone would notice.”
Elias opened his mouth to protest, but Rob silenced him with a smirk. “Don’t worry, buddy. I’ve made sure you’ll get plenty of attention.”
Before Elias could process the comment, there was a knock at the door. His stomach dropped as Rob casually pulled out his phone and opened the door without hesitation.
Elias’s heart sank as three of his friends—Mark, Nate, and Sam—walked in, all grinning with curiosity.
“What’s going on?” Mark asked, his eyes immediately locking onto Elias’s awkward posture and the unmistakable white waistband peeking out from his shorts.
“Glad you could make it, guys,” Rob said with a wicked grin. “I thought you’d appreciate seeing something pretty hilarious.”
Elias turned to Rob in panic, his face beet red. “Rob, no—”
But it was too late. With a swift, practiced motion, Rob grabbed the waistband of Elias’s shorts and yanked them down in one fluid motion, leaving him standing there in nothing but his tank top and tighty whities.
The room erupted into laughter.
“Oh my God!” Nate doubled over, clutching his stomach. “He’s actually wearing tighty whities!”
“Not just wearing them,” Rob added, stepping back and gesturing toward Elias’s briefs-clad body like he was showing off a trophy. “He’s rocking them. Look at these things! They’re practically painted on.”
Elias’s hands flew to cover himself, but there was no hiding. His friends circled him, their laughter echoing in the room as they took in the full sight of him: the snug white briefs stretched tight over his muscular cheeks, the elastic digging slightly into his hips, the faint outline of the fabric’s seams visible against his skin.
“Dude,” Sam said, shaking his head in disbelief. “I didn’t think anyone actually wore these anymore. What are you, twelve?”
“Or just stuck in the 80s?” Mark added with a smirk. “Man, these are something else.”
Rob stepped closer, reaching out to tug lightly on the waistband of Elias’s briefs, pulling them up slightly and letting the elastic snap back into place. “I mean, you’ve gotta give him credit,” he said, laughing. “Not everyone can pull these off. And look at this—” He gestured to the way the fabric hugged Elias’s rear, patting it lightly for emphasis. “These things are working overtime.”
Elias squirmed, his face burning hotter than ever. “Alright, you’ve had your fun—”
But the teasing didn’t stop. Nate grabbed his phone, snapping a quick photo. “Dude, you’re a legend,” he said, laughing. “We’re never letting you live this down.”
“Seriously,” Sam said, stepping closer to inspect the briefs with exaggerated curiosity. “How do these even feel? They look so…restrictive.” He poked at the waistband, shaking his head. “And tight.”
Rob laughed, leaning back against the wall. “Oh, they’re tight, alright. I’d say they’re a perfect fit. What do you think, Elias? Comfy?”
Elias stood there, trembling with a mix of humiliation and excitement as the room erupted into cruel laughter. He wanted to pull his shorts back up, to cover himself, but his legs felt like lead, and his friends were too quick. Before he could react, Rob moved behind him, grabbing a fistful of the waistband of his tighty whities and giving it a sharp tug.
“Let’s see just how durable these things are,” Rob said with a wicked grin. The elastic stretched tight, digging into Elias’s hips as the fabric rode up high between his cheeks, the material straining against his muscular rear.
Elias let out a startled yelp, his hands instinctively flying behind him to try and stop Rob. “Wait, Rob—please—”
But Rob only laughed. “Please, what? You wanted this, remember?” He yanked the waistband higher, causing Elias to stumble forward slightly. The briefs wedged uncomfortably, accentuating every curve of his behind.
“Damn, these really are old-school,” Mark said, stepping closer. “Look at that waistband. ‘Hanes’? What, were the 3-packs on sale or something?”
“Or maybe they were the only thing left in his drawer,” Nate added, grinning. “Either way, they’re about to get some serious wear and tear.”
Before Elias could say a word, Nate grabbed the leg bands of the briefs and yanked them upward, joining Rob in the merciless wedging. The fabric stretched impossibly tight, pulling even higher and exposing more of Elias’s skin.
“Ahh—stop!” Elias gasped, his face flushed crimson as he squirmed under their grip. But the mix of humiliation and something deeper made him powerless to resist.
“Stop? Oh no, you’re not getting off that easy,” Rob said, his voice dripping with mockery. He gave another sharp tug, the waistband snapping back against Elias’s skin before pulling it upward again. “You asked for this, didn’t you? Wanted me to humiliate you?”
Elias’s breath hitched, his voice shaky. “I-I didn’t mean—”
“You didn’t mean what?” Nate interrupted, laughing as he grabbed the back of the waistband and yanked it even higher, the fabric now practically disappearing into Elias’s cheeks. “Didn’t mean to come over here flaunting these little tighty whities? Please, man, you’re loving this.”
Elias let out a soft, involuntary moan, his knees buckling slightly as the fabric dug into him. His friends froze for a moment, exchanging wide-eyed looks before bursting into laughter again.
“Oh my God,” Sam said, clutching his stomach. “He actually likes it! Look at him!”
“Is that why you came over here?” Rob teased, leaning in close. “To get wedgied like some middle schooler? You want us to keep going, don’t you?”
Elias shook his head weakly, but the betrayal in his body language said otherwise. His trembling hands remained at his sides, and his breathing grew heavier as Rob tugged on the waistband again, holding it taut.
“Go on,” Rob said, his voice low and mocking. “Say it. Beg for it. You’re already in the most embarrassing underwear imaginable. What’s a little more humiliation, huh?”
Elias’s cheeks burned hotter than ever as the room went silent, all eyes on him. He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please…”
“Please what?” Rob demanded, yanking the waistband again.
Elias clenched his fists, the words spilling out of him in a rush. “Please—please don’t stop. I want you to keep going. Humiliate me.”
The room erupted again, his friends laughing and jeering as they took turns pulling at his briefs. Mark grabbed the waistband, stretching it over Elias’s shoulder like a sling, while Nate yanked on the leg bands, turning the once-snug tighty whities into a tangled mess of stretched-out fabric.
“Man, these things are indestructible,” Rob said with a laugh, snapping the waistband back into place. “You’ve got some nerve coming over here in these. But hey, if you’re into it…” He trailed off, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he grabbed the waistband one final time.
Elias moaned again, his body trembling as his friends circled him, their taunts echoing in his ears. The mix of humiliation and excitement overwhelmed him, leaving him utterly exposed, both physically and emotionally, as they continued to tease and torment him.
Elias stood there trembling, his face burning with humiliation. His tighty whities were completely stretched out, wedgied high and tight, barely resembling their original shape. The cotton clung to his body, outlining everything, leaving him nowhere to hide. He was breathing heavily, and despite the overwhelming embarrassment, a more telling sign of his excitement was becoming impossible to ignore.
“Wait a second…” Nate’s laughter trailed off, his eyes narrowing as he pointed at Elias’s briefs. “Is he—? No way.”
Mark leaned in, a smirk creeping across his face. “Oh my God, he is. Look at that.” He gestured toward the front of Elias’s briefs, where a very obvious bulge pressed against the taut fabric.
Elias’s heart sank. He quickly moved his hands to cover himself, but Rob was faster, grabbing his wrists and holding them firmly at his sides. “Oh no, buddy. You don’t get to hide this. Not after everything you just begged for.”
Elias squirmed, his face bright red as the group erupted into laughter again, louder and crueler than before.
“Wow,” Sam said, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you? Getting wedgied like some kid, being teased in your little tighty whities. You’re totally into it.”
“I knew it,” Rob said, his voice dripping with mockery. He released Elias’s wrists and stepped behind him, giving the stretched-out waistband another sharp tug for emphasis. “No one just shows up asking to be humiliated unless they really want it.”
Elias moaned softly again, his body betraying him as his friends circled him, their taunts growing more pointed.
“Dude, this is insane,” Nate said, still laughing. “I can’t believe you’re actually hard right now. In those.”
Mark smirked, leaning in close. “You’re making it too easy, man. I mean, look at these things—they’re practically painted on. Do you even own normal underwear?”
“Probably not,” Sam added, grinning as he grabbed one of the leg bands and gave it a playful tug. “This is probably all he wears. Tight little briefs, every single day. I bet he even sleeps in them.”
Elias’s voice cracked as he tried to protest. “I— I don’t—”
“Don’t what?” Rob interrupted, stepping around to face him again. He reached out and lightly tapped the front of Elias’s briefs, right over the bulge. Elias flinched, letting out a soft gasp that only made the laughter grow louder.
“Oh, this is priceless,” Rob said, shaking his head. “You’re loving every second of this, aren’t you? Getting teased, having your tighty whities on full display. Admit it.”
Elias looked down, unable to meet their eyes. His entire body felt like it was on fire, and his heart pounded in his chest. Finally, in a voice barely above a whisper, he muttered, “…Yes.”
The room erupted again, the laughter and taunts louder than ever.
“Well, if that’s the case,” Rob said with a wicked grin, grabbing the waistband of Elias’s briefs once more. “Let’s give you exactly what you want.” He yanked the briefs upward sharply, causing Elias to let out another involuntary moan as the fabric stretched even tighter.
The group of men circled him, each taking turns pulling at the waistband or snapping the elastic against his skin, their teasing relentless. Elias’s arousal was impossible to hide now, and every taunt, every touch, only made it worse.
“Man, you’re going to remember this for a long time,” Nate said, smirking.
“Oh, he’s loving every second,” Rob replied. “And don’t worry, buddy. We’re just getting started.”
Elias stood there, trembling, utterly humiliated as the men circled him, their laughter echoing through the room. His tighty whities were so stretched and wedged that they barely clung to his body anymore, and every tug or snap of the waistband sent a fresh wave of heat rushing to his face. His arousal was painfully obvious, and he couldn’t stop himself from squirming, his body betraying him completely.
Rob stepped forward with a wicked grin, his hands resting on Elias’s hips. “You know,” he said, his voice mocking, “I think these poor tighty whities have had enough. Let’s see what happens when we let them breathe a little.”
Before Elias could react, Rob grabbed the waistband with both hands and yanked downward, the briefs sliding over his hips and down his thighs in one swift motion. The cotton stretched and clung for a moment before settling awkwardly around Elias’s knees, leaving him completely exposed.
Elias gasped, his hands instinctively flying to cover himself, but Rob and Nate were faster, grabbing his wrists and holding them firmly at his sides. “Oh no, you don’t,” Rob said with a smirk. “You wanted to be humiliated, remember? Let’s give the guys the full show.”
The room erupted into laughter as Elias stood there, his cheeks burning with shame. The waistband of his briefs hung limply around his knees, the fabric stretched and wrinkled from all the wedgies. His muscular legs and now fully exposed behind drew a mixture of jeers and mock applause from the group.
“Wow,” Mark said, crossing his arms as he took a step closer. “You’ve got nothing left to hide now, huh?” He gave the waistband a playful snap against Elias’s knees, making him flinch.
“Look at him,” Sam added, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “Standing here, completely bare, and he’s still turned on. You’re a piece of work, Elias.”
Nate chuckled, his eyes roaming over Elias’s exposed form. “I gotta say, man, this is definitely a new look for you. But hey, at least now we know the truth—you’re not just a tighty whities guy. You’re a proud tighty whities guy.”
Elias bit his lip, his breathing shaky as the teasing continued. Rob leaned in close, his voice low and mocking. “You know, you could just ask us to stop. But I don’t think you want us to, do you?”
Elias’s silence was answer enough. His entire body felt like it was on fire, and the combination of shame and something deeper kept him frozen in place, unable to do anything but endure the relentless humiliation.
Rob grinned, reaching down to give the waistband another sharp tug, pulling the briefs completely off and leaving them in a crumpled heap on the floor. “There,” he said, standing back and gesturing to Elias. “Now you’re really exposed.”
Elias’s knees buckled slightly, and he let out a soft, involuntary moan as the laughter grew louder. The men jeered and taunted him mercilessly, their voices blending together in a cacophony of mockery and derision.
“Guess you won’t be needing those anymore,” Mark said with a chuckle, kicking the discarded briefs across the room.
Elias’s heart pounded in his chest, his body trembling as he stood there, completely exposed and at the mercy of the men around him. And despite the overwhelming embarrassment, he couldn’t deny the strange, undeniable thrill coursing through him.
Elias stood frozen, his face burning hotter than ever as the men around him erupted into laughter. His discarded briefs lay in a pathetic heap on the floor, a stark reminder of his complete and utter humiliation. He shifted his weight, his knees weak, but there was nowhere to run—nowhere to hide.
Rob smirked, crossing his arms. “Well, well. Would you look at this? Our little runner boy doesn’t seem so tough now.” He took a slow step forward, towering over Elias, his voice dripping with mockery. “What happened to all that confidence, huh?”
Nate nudged Elias’s discarded underwear with his foot. “You sure you don’t wanna put these back on, champ?”
The other guys burst into laughter, and Elias shuddered, his hands twitching at his sides, unsure where to even begin to cover himself. Every movement felt like an invitation for more teasing, more humiliation.
Mark leaned in, eyes glinting with amusement. “Man, you really let it all hang out, huh? I think we should do something about that.”
Before Elias could react, Rob grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from his body, spinning him around with ease. His large, exposed backside was now fully on display, and the room filled with a fresh wave of laughter and catcalls.
“Damn,” Nate said, whistling again. “This dude’s been hiding all that under his little shorts?”
Rob gave a sharp slap to one of Elias’s cheeks, making him jolt forward. “Yeah, and he was keeping it wrapped up in his little tighty whities like a good boy.” He reached down and scooped up Elias’s discarded underwear, dangling them in front of his face. “You sure you don’t wanna slip these back on? I mean, it’s not like they’re doing their job anymore.”
Elias swallowed hard, his voice stuck in his throat. He knew anything he said would only make things worse, but his silence was just as damning.
Nate stepped forward, grinning. “Oh, I have an idea.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “I think we need to commemorate this moment.”
Elias’s eyes went wide. “Wait—”
Too late. Rob grabbed Elias’s hard cock, and he shot his load as the flash went off. Nate grinned, “Oh yeah. That’s a keeper.”
Elias’s stomach twisted. The worst part wasn’t even the taunts—it was the fact that, deep down, he knew he wasn’t resisting. And the guys? They knew it too.
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