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NEW VIDEO🚨‼️ While in NYC, Kyle and @zderhs ganged up on me, tied me up, and wedgied me so hard I was begging for them to stop 😵 FULL VIDEO HERE➡️

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Tying him up and gagging him with his sweaty underwear, the new roommate realized he was going to have fun living with this tighty whitey wearing nerd 😈

Jake had just finished an intense late-night workout at the 24-hour campus gym. Sweaty and exhausted, he ducked into the large public restroom building right outside the athletic complex to change out of his damp clothes before heading back to the frat house. It was nearly midnight, but the place was still surprisingly busy with students coming and going from evening classes and study sessions.

The restroom had a wide open area with sinks and urinals along one wall, and a row of stalls opposite. Jake didn’t bother with a stall—he was in too much of a rush. He stripped off his tank top, shorts, and socks right there in the open space between the sinks and the stall doors, leaving him standing in nothing but his classic white tighty whities.

The briefs were snug, high-riding, and bright white, stretched perfectly across his powerful glutes and the heavy bulge in front. His 6’3”, heavily muscled body—thick chest, ridged abs, boulder-like shoulders—looked almost comical contrasted with the innocent cotton underwear.

That’s when the door swung open and a group of five Delta Sigma brothers walked in, laughing about something from their meeting. They stopped dead when they saw him.

Jake froze mid-fold of his shorts, phone still in hand.

“Well, well,” Ryan, the fraternity president, said with a slow grin. “Look what we have here. Our star pledge rocking tighty whities in public like a total dork.”

The other brothers immediately pulled out their phones, snapping pictures and laughing.

Jake’s face went beet red. “Guys, it’s just laundry day, I—”

“Save it,” Ryan interrupted. “You know the rule. You want to stay in Delta Sigma? You’re doing the full punishment. Right here. Right now.”

Jake glanced around. The bathroom was completely open—no privacy. Anyone walking in would see everything. “Here? In the open?”

“Exactly. Not even in a stall. You’re filming a hanging wedgie video wearing only those pathetic white briefs. Then you’re posting it straight to your Tumblr for the whole world to see. We’ll watch you do it live, and if it’s not humiliating enough, you’re out. No second chances.”

Jake’s stomach twisted. This was way worse than anything he’d imagined. But after months of rushing, he couldn’t throw it all away now.

“…Fine,” he muttered.

He kicked his remaining clothes into a pile by the sinks. Now he stood nearly naked in the middle of the public bathroom—tall, buff, and built like a Greek god, reduced to nothing but tight white briefs that left almost nothing to the imagination.

Ryan pointed at the sturdy metal towel dispenser mounted high on the wall, just above head height and strong enough to hold serious weight. “That’ll work. Use the waistband. Make it a proper hanging wedgie. And narrate the whole thing on video. Tell Tumblr exactly why you’re doing this.”

Jake swallowed hard. He reached behind himself with both hands, grabbed the waistband of his tighty whities, and yanked upward as hard as he could.

Shrrrip!

The white cotton shot up his back, the leg holes digging viciously between his muscular cheeks. The front pouch yanked tight, crushing his balls and outlining every detail. The waistband stretched all the way up to his mid-back. Jake winced, jaw clenched.

He held his phone out in front of him with one thick arm, hitting record. His deep voice came out strained as he began filming in the open bathroom:

“Hey everyone… I’m Jake, pledge for Delta Sigma. I got caught wearing these stupid tighty whities in public. To prove I’m serious about joining the fraternity, I have to give myself a hanging wedgie right here in this public bathroom… only in my white briefs… and post it to Tumblr.”

He turned slowly, giving the camera—and the watching brothers—a full view of the massive white fabric flag hanging out of his ass like a surrender banner. The briefs were already stretched obscenely tight.

Then he faced the towel dispenser, reached up with his free hand, and grabbed the top edge firmly. With a grunt, he jumped and pulled himself up, hanging his full 220-pound muscular body from the metal fixture.

The wedgie instantly became brutal. His own weight drove the cotton even deeper, sawing painfully between his cheeks and yanking the front so tight it felt like it might rip. The leg bands cut into his hips. Jake’s powerful arms flexed hard, veins popping along his biceps and forearms as he struggled to hold position. His toes pointed, quads and calves tight, every muscle in his sculpted body on full display.

He continued narrating through gritted teeth, face flushed with humiliation while students occasionally walked past the open doorway and did double-takes:

“This is what I get… for wearing tighty whities like a loser. I’m hanging here in the middle of a public bathroom… only in my white briefs… getting the worst wedgie of my life… because I want to be a Delta Sigma brother. I’m posting this to Tumblr so everyone can see how far I’ll go…”

Sweat rolled down his chest and abs as he swung slightly from the dispenser. The white briefs were now practically a thong—fabric stretched translucent in places, digging mercilessly into his crack and crotch. The contrast between his powerful, buff physique and the childish underwear made the scene even more embarrassing.

After nearly forty-five seconds of pure public humiliation, Ryan finally nodded. “Good enough. Drop.”

Jake released the dispenser and landed heavily. The sudden jolt made the wedgie snap even tighter for a painful second before he frantically reached back with both hands to dig the fabric out of his ass, face burning.

The brothers cheered and high-fived.

“Upload it right now,” Ryan ordered.

Jake, still in nothing but the disheveled tighty whities, opened Tumblr on his phone with shaking fingers. He posted the video with the caption: “Frat pledge punishment: Public hanging wedgie in tighty whities. Had to do this to stay in Delta Sigma.”

He hit post.

The brothers laughed as the video went live for the entire internet to see.

“Welcome to the house, tighty-whitie,” Ryan said, slapping his shoulder. “That Tumblr post is staying up forever. And if you ever step out of line… we’re making you post an update video from the same bathroom.”

Jake finally pulled the last of the wedgie free, adjusting his abused briefs with a grimace as a couple of random students lingered in the doorway staring.

“Worth it,” he muttered, though the deep flush on his face told a different story.

From then on, Jake was a legend in Delta Sigma—the strongest, most jacked pledge who’d ever been forced to hang in his tighty whities in a public bathroom and broadcast it to Tumblr. Every new pledge had to watch the video as part of their initiation.

And Jake never wore anything but tighty whities to the gym again… just in case.