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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.

Don’t get lost

Tyler had really screwed up, and he knew it! It had started as a normal day, him and his buddies planned to go downtown to bar hop and enjoy the nice sunny weather and chase some girls. They went to a few bars and had a few drinks at each so they were already feeling very drunk. Tyler’s two buddies said they had to piss so they darted down an alley while Tyler waited. That’s when Tyler noticed some sort of festival going on and decided he has a couple minutes to explore while his buddies finished up. He hadn’t made it ten feet into the festival when some older guy dressed head to toe in leather put his arm around Tyler. “Hi buddy, here for the festival?” The man asked Tyler. “Uh-no not really, just had a couple minutes so I thought I’d see what was going on here,” replied Tyler. “Ahh well unfortunately you have to have a ticket to get in to the festival even if it is just for a couple minutes. But I suppose if I go with you, we could let that slide,” said the stranger as he started walking with Tyler, his arm around Tyler’s shoulder guiding him. They walked a little bit and Tyler saw in some of the tents some interesting looking contraptions and lots of leather attire. Some sort of leather muzzle caught his eye and that’s when he realized this wasn’t a festival he necessarily would be interested in but his “guide” kept pushing him along. Tyler, still drunk, stumbling a little along the way. “Hey man, I better be getting back to my friends, they stopped to take a piss and should be back by now,” said Tyler. “Oh it’s fine, I want to show you one thing and then you can go!” Responded the stranger.

Suddenly the man pushed Tyler from behind while Tyler was looking at him, unable to catch his balance, Tyler stumbled and landed on some sort of bench. As Tyler tried to recover and figure what he just hit, the stranger made quick use and secured Tyler’s wrists to the bench in front leaving Tyler bent over the bench. “Hey man, what are you doing? Let my wrists go!” Said Tyler. The man didn’t respond and instead walked behind Tyler, leaned forward and put his arms around Tyler’s waist and started unbuttoning Tyler’s jeans. “H-hey man, stop, please!” Begged Tyler nervously. Once the buttons were undone and his zipper lowered, the man yanked Tyler’s jeans down in one swift motion leaving the jeans piled up around Tyler’s ankles. “Dang boy, didn’t picture you as a Tighty Whitie boy,” laughed the man giving Tyler’s butt a playful smack. “Please pull my jeans up, it was laundry day and people are going to see my underwear! Please let me go!” Cried Tyler as people started gathering around. That’s when he felt it, a hard smack from a paddle on his brief clad ass. He let out a wail as it hit him because of the pain. He was begging the man to let him go as the man sent smack after smack to his ass all while Tyler helplessly took it. “Those briefs are going to look really white with a bright red ass boy, now stop your whining and take it like a man. Brief boys always take their paddling without fuss!” Yelled them man.

After what seemed like eternity, Tyler looked up to the crowd gathered around hoping for find someone to help him. Finally he saw his buddies walking not far away and they appeared to be looking for him. He started yelling but only got a few yells out before the man in leather snuck up and pinched his nose shut. Instinctively Tyler opened his mouth the breathe and was suddenly met with a rubber ball gag. In seconds the man shoved the ball gag in and tightly secured it to Tyler’s head and made sure to add a padlock to hold it in place. “Mmgpphhhhh!!!” Yelled Tyler but it came out as muffled yells. Then another piece of leather was dropped over Tyler’s face. The piece went under his chin and over his head and it dawned on Tyler that this was the same muzzle he saw on the way in. Again it was locked in place tightly so that Tyler couldn’t move his jaw at all. Then came a leather blindfold and last bit not least, a leather collar around his neck, all padlocked on. “Mmgpphhhhh!!” Tyler continued but to no avail. That’s when he heard his buddies. “Hey man, have you seen our buddy, he was around here but we got separated.” They asked the man in leather. Tyler tried his best to squirm and yell foe help but nothing was audible with the gags. “Sorry boys I haven’t, I’ve been spending the last bit with this sub. Teaching him how tighty Whitie boys should be treated,” said the man giving Tyler another smack to his ass. He could tell his friends looked at him with some disgust, unaware it was their buddy under the muzzle. “Ugh sure, I mean I don’t know any guys that wear tighty whities past middle school so you do you bro!” Said one of his friends to the man in leather. “Care to take a swing? I mean your buddy is BOUND to show up any minute so might as well waste some time!” Said the man, making sure to emphasize the word bound. I started squirming as I felt my buddies get behind me. “I mean I guess, like you said he should be here any second. Besides it’s been a while since I’ve paddled a dweeb like this!” With that Tyler felt a sting as his buddies started smacking his ass just like they did when they were in college. “Man you forget the best thing about guys in tighty whities!” His buddy said. Tyler was nervous what that meant but suddenly realized when he felt a fist grab the back of his tighty whities and yanked them up his ass. They didn’t go too far up because of how tight they were but enough that the leg holes were high enough to expose his rosy red butt cheeks. “There you go buddy,” said his buddy tapping him on the back. He heard his buddies hand the paddle back to the man in leather and walk away shouting his name. Was Tyler ever going to get out of this? He regretted walking away from his buddies as another smack landed on his exposed ass.

Well we made it to Wednesday friends, the week is halfway done. It’s just too bad that getting to Friday won’t help out this stories dork Mr. Umbridge…

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“Faulty Faculty”

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The loud slamming of books and falling papers made coach Bremer’s head snap to attention, his gaze pulled from his phone to his disheveled colleague.

“What the hell happened to y-“ coach Bremer was cut off mid sentence by a hoarse screech.

Nolan threw his hands on the table and gritted his teeth trying to hold back a yell, “Bryce! Bryce is what happened to me! The little fucker!”

Nolan Umbridge started his first year teaching just a few months earlier. Fresh out of college he was thrilled to be working at an all boys school with half the typical student population typical for the state. In his mind he would be able to be a better example, and have more time for each of his students.

Instead he was being made an example of.

Coach Bremer, or Ronnie as most of the staff called him, quickly took a liking to Nolan. He was bright, good looking, had a great sense of humor, and truly cared about the futures of the boys he was tasked to shape into adults. He saw their potential even if sometimes his pupils couldn’t.

But slowly over the months he had been worn down by one particular student: Bryce Chambers.

The only super-senior the school had ever seen in its 38 years of existence Bryce had little interest in anything. Not in class, not in homework, not in sports or extracurricular activities. Nolan saw his lack of motivation and made a mental note of it, but Nolan wasn’t dumb. Sometimes there are people who just don’t fit the mold of school, that didn’t make them bad people.

Nolan would come to find that Bryce was a menace in other ways.

“What did he do this time?” Ronnie pushed the maelstrom of papers into a pile.

“Oh! Oh this time?! This was something new!” Nolan threw his arms up in an outrage.

Ronnie hadn’t noticed until then that Nolan’s shirt had been untucked, a few buttons missing, and his hair was a complete mess compared to his normal light brown quaff.

“I broke class for 4th period, and I watched everyone file out into the hall. After I was sure everyone was gone I moved to the back of the room to gather up a few things before next period,” Nolan’s mouth was running a mile a minute, “before I could turn for my desk the little shit shoved me so hard I toppled over! I didn’t even hear him sneak back into class!”

Ronnie felt for his friend, he really did. He could recall teaching some pretty ruthless boys in the past. At that age they just don’t seem to care, especially if impressing their friends or a girl was involved.

Coach Bremer pointed at Nolan’s state of undress with a single meaty finger, “but that doesn’t really explain all this…?”

He gave an audible huff before continuing, “I know that!” he tried to calm his nerves before speaking again, “he then pulls me up by the back of my shirt collar and slams me over the back table. Before I can try and force him off me and drag him to the office he reaches into my khakis, grabs the leg holes of my underwear and starts pulling!”

The coaches eyes widened, “You got a wedgie from a student?”

“Oh I’m not even done yet! He pulled me up by my briefs and pushed me to the floor, all I could do was gasp for air and try to throw him off of me. Before I could even blink he had them up over my head and my pants around my ankles! My next class started to file in and the first thing they see is me splayed out on the floor with my underwear over my face clutching my balls for dear life…”

Ronnie stifled a laugh before receiving a full forced punch to the shoulder by Nolan.

“Shut up it’s not funny! I’m not in the mood dude don’t make me kick your ass next!” Nolan stood up momentarily.

He turned just enough for coach to see the was of white fabric haphazardly shoved into and hanging out of Nolan’s pants. The waistband of his briefs had been stretched to hell, the leg holes now visible and frayed beyond repair. Ronnie was impressed that a single person could inflict so much damage to a pair of underwear.

Ronnie started to ask why he didn’t report the incidents to the office, but he didn’t want to waste his breath. He knew why.

Five years earlier Nolan had gone to high school across town with Bryce’s older brother Tyson. From what he told Ronnie Tyson was just as brutal to the other guys in school. Sometimes worse. Apparently it wasn’t uncommon for him to hang guys up by their briefs in their lockers and leave them their overnight. At one point he targeted a new kid who had just moved from Texas for his “stupid redneck accent”. He ended up switching schools after Tyson emptied a whole bottle of hot sauce and a bottle of vinegar into the front and back of his briefs and gave him a squeaky clean wedgie. He almost went to court over duct taping some guys wrists together, tying some rope to his undies and then the back of one of the schools utility golf carts used for groundskeeping and dragging him around the football field while the cheerleaders practiced. The kid begged his parents not to press charges even though he ended up in the hospital.

Nolan managed to stay off of Tyson’s radar but he was afraid that might change if Bryce went home after getting reprimanded for bullying one of his teachers. He couldn’t even think of what might happen if an adult Tyson, now free from the school system might do to him. An atomic wedgie would be child’s play.

“I’m just sick of it, you know? I came here to be a good teacher not a target…” Nolan undid his belt, pulled his briefs from his ass crack and did his best to put the stretched FOTL’s back in place.

The rest of the day went by without incident until the very last hour rolled around.

Coach Bremer always had last period free on Fridays to catch up on paperwork, make game plans, and see to anything the teams might need for the following week. With 10 minutes in the day left he started for the equipment closet to lock up when he heard what sounded like a struggle coming from the boys locker room.

The yelling was muffled behind the closed door but it was unmistakable.

Ronnie slowly pushed open the door and listened. The yelping echoed off the tile walls from the right near the showers.

“Let me go! Let me go LET ME G-“ whoever was pleading was cut off.

Ronnie peaked around the wall only to see Bryce standing over one of the student interns. He was here for a semester from the local community college and couldn’t be older than 20 or 21.

Bryce had stripped the poor guy to his underwear and shoved a presumably dirty jockstrap in his mouth from the I used laundry bin. He shoved the intern into the left most shower stall and hoisted him up by his underarms.

“Mhhmhummmyhhh!!!” the poor guy tried to scream through the soiled fabric but it just wasn’t going to happen.

Bryce got him up high enough that he could hook the leg holes of his Jocky briefs onto the two pronged towel hook in the stall. He flailed in defeat three feet off the ground while Bryce bound his wrists with another jockstrap from the bin.

Ronnie made a mental note to move the bin to the equipment room sooner next time…

“Well dip shit, next time you want to try and get me written up you’ll think twice won’t you?” Bryce shoved a pointed finger into the interns toned chest, “I hope you didn’t have any plans this weekend because I’ll be locking the door behind me…”

Ronnie stepped in closer without thought, “Like hell you are!”

Bryce quickly turned on his heels to come face to face with the coach.

“I didn’t realize I just company…” Bryce’s expression was a mix of rage and glee that made Ronnie’s stomach lurch.

The coach raised his hands in a defensive stance on instinct. He glanced quickly behind the super senior at the intern. He watched the young man kick and flail turning red in the face. Pops and snaps echoed from the shower stall as the man’s briefs started to give out under his weight.

“Look here old man,” Bryce took a step closer never breaking eye contact with Ronnie, “I don’t care what you think you saw today but if anyone asks you then you didn’t see anything. You understand what I’m saying?”

The coach swallowed the dry lump in his throat before speaking, “Just let him go Bryce. I don’t care what you think he did to deserve this but you need to let him go…”

Bryce closed the last two feet between them allowing the coach to feel the hot dampness of Bryce’s breath, “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you say ‘I understand Bryce, I will leave you two be now…’ so I am not convinced you understood me!”

Ronnie tensed up as Bryce gripped a fistful of his wind breaker and tried to lift him off the ground. But before he could lay another finger on the coach their attention was pulled back to the shower stall.

The intern’s briefs hung from the hook still, but the center seam connecting the front and back had completely torn. The intern scrambled on his naked ass to get to his feet. Tears of embarrassment streaked his face as his ripped his hands free from the makeshift handcuffs, pushed past Bryce and out the locker room door.

“God dammit…” Bryce tightened his grip on the coach while bringing him closer to his face, “You’re going to fucking pay for that!!!”

Ronnie had enough. With all the force he could muster he drew back his hands and slammed them full force into Bryce’s torso. The super senior went full force backwards over one of the benches that lined the middle of the rows of lockers, only stopping once he collided with the frame of the shower where the interns briefs still hung pathetically from the hook.

“Listen here you little fuck. You’re 19 years old, I don’t give a shit about hitting a student, if you’re such a fucking man you better start acting like one! And before I punch your mother fucking teeth in you better hear me when I tell you if you EVER LAY ANOTHER HAND on Mr. Umbridge again I will choke you with your mother’s panties! You fucking hear me punk?!”

Ronnie had never been so angry. Before another second could pass he kicked in the door to the hallway, gathered his belongings and raced to his car.

It wasn’t until he sat a little too long at a red light that he truly realized what he’d done. A war had just been waged and he was the one who pushed the big red button…

Later that evening Ronnie sat at the bar with his eyes glued to his drink. He was waiting for Nolan to join him but he had no idea how he was going to bring up what happened.

Yes, he had assaulted a student, but he was less worried about that. Bryce wasn’t the type to report that, and honestly it’s not like anyone was going to help him anyways. Sometimes your reputation supersedes your ability to get help even when it goes against what’s technically right. No he was worried about what Bryce was going to scheme up with his older brother. Ronnie was in his early 50s and hadn’t dealt with high school bullying in a personal level in years. He was no match for Tyson and Bryce.

Nolan quickly interrupted the coach’s train of thought as he took the seat next to him. He had cleaned up after leaving school. His light brown hair was freshly washed and styled. The light blue eyes he had were no longer enraged, but instead showed their typical stoic demeanor. A pair of black straight legged jeans and a graphic tee were noticeably absent of any tears or underwear peaking out.

Nolan held up a hand to get the bartenders attention, “one double shot rum and coke with a lime wedge please!”

Ronnie didn’t take his eyes off of the melting ice cube in his whisky.

“What’s got you so down?” Nolan’s words were met with a gentle hand on Ronnie’s shoulder.

He drew in a deep breath, a mix of fear and doubt his hazel eyes. He wasn’t sure whether he should speak, but he did. In a hushed tone he relayed the whole story to Nolan. By the time he got to the end of it Nolan’s hand gripped the glass so hard Ronnie was sure it would shatter.

“You just had to go and drag me into this?!” his voice growing horse as he tried to stifle a yell into a whisper between gritted teeth, “HIS… augh his brother is going to KICK MY ASS!”

Nolan pushed himself off of the stool and paced back and forth in a tight circle.

“… I k-know. I know I fucked up Nolan! I was just so angry I snapped! He can’t keep getting away with this shit!”

Nolan turned to Ronnie with a face that raged like a thousand suns, “I know you fucking idiot! I spent all afternoon looking for openings at other schools and I found two! They needed a PhyEd teacher and AP History major! I was going to tell you tonight! But good luck getting it now that you’ve assaulted a student and placed huge red targets in our backs!”

“Wait wait! You’re going to apply without me?! You can’t leave me with him! Nolan come on man you can’t do that!” Ronnie’s voice started to quiver.

Nolan slammed down the rest of his drink and headed for the door. He gripped his key ring so tight his knuckles were turning white.

“Dude fuck this, you can contend to this one on your own…” Nolan shook his head in disbelief before disappearing through the door to walk home.

Ronnie wanted to drown his shame in something behind the bar but instead slammed back several waters, paid his tab, and headed out the door. According to his watch Nolan had left a little under an hour ago. As he started his drive home he debated on whether or not it was a good idea to stop at his friends apartment and apologize for how badly he messed up.

But when he passed by three familiar figures headed into an alley his question was answered. He slammed his breaks on instinct before pulling to the side of the road and parking sloppily with one wheel up on the curb. As he ran across the road he heard the unmistakable voice of his friend and his student…

“Fuck! Let me go Bryce! I didn’t say anything!” Nolan begged as he was dragged by the collar across the dirt and gravel.

“Yeah, I know that dumbass,” Bryce’s tone was flat and unimpressed, “but your friend coach Bremer can’t keep his damn mouth shut, and since he’s not here you’ll just have to do…”

Ronnie quietly slunk down the alley hugging the aging brick wall. He stopped to peak around the corner of a large green dumpster littered with graffiti and exploitives.

“No guys please, really please I’ll do whatever you want! Bryce if you want A’s the rest of the semester you can have them, I’ll talk to the principal about having you graduate early so you’ll never have to see that place again! Please just no-“

Tyson cut Nolan off, “Wedgies?” he scoffed, “I don’t know how you managed to stay off my radar when we were in school because you are an absolute fucking dweeb…”

The unmistakable cries of someone in wedgie related pain rang out. Ronnie could see Tyson picking up Nolan by the front of his undies and lifting him off the ground.

“A Melvin is fun,” Tyson turned to his brother, “but it really doesn’t seem like enough, does it Bryce?”

Ronnie started to panic. The hero and friend in him was screaming to go help, but the self preservation part of him wanted to scoot back along the wall, back to his car, and drive away. No one would ever know he was here, as awful as that was it was true.

“No! Please no! Please please no- AYEEE FUCK PLEASE STOP!!!”

Nolan’s voice cracked as Tyson began to bounce Nolan by the front of his undies still high off the ground.

“PLEASE! ENOUGH PLEASE!!!” his cries were labored and cut short by the breaths he couldn’t fully take in.

Ronnie watched in horror as Bryce kicked the back of Nolan’s legs each time he bounced downward. A grown man, someone he called a friend was in horrible pain and all he could do was stand frozen in place…

Tyson finally stopped letting Nolan hit the ground with a ear drum splintering crash. Soft sobs were faintly audible coming in waves from the young teacher. The reprieve was short lived however. Bryce pulled his teacher to his feet before pulling his shirt off over his head revealing his toned body under the street lights that illuminated the brick facade.

“P-please…” Nolan was starting to catch his breath, “I-if you have to then j-just get it over with…”

Tyson circled Nolan while Bryce held him firmly in place by the back waistband of his underwear, “You know I always had a faveorite wedgie that I gave back in school. I only got to do it once but it was glorious. Seeing the horrific pain on the guys face was enough to make my fucking year, but to know that it lasted so much longer than just that initial wedgie,” he clicked his tongue and turned to Nolan, “that is what made it perfect…”

Tyson’s shit eating grin quickly morphed into one of unbridled sadism.

Nolan swallowed hard and tried to keep back the tears forming in his eyes. His balls were surely bruised, his cock rug burned to hell and his taint was almost certainly lascerated to some extent.

“No…” Ronnie whispered to himself, “no no no no no!”

Tyson had himself turned away from Nolan but the coach had a perfect view. From his inside jacket pocket Tyson pulled out a brand new bottle of hot sauce…

“That little weasel who I gave the Texas wedgie to? Yeah those burns he got scarred up pretty badly. The cuts and marks from the initial wedgie were bad enough but all the irritation from the sauce was what really did him in. He told his friends it hurt just as bad for months. It probably didn’t help that I kept wedgieing him after either,” Tyson gave a small laugh as he cracked open the bottle.

Bryce pulled up on the back of his teachers undies, “this will be a nice reminder that you and your friends should mind your own fucking business if you don’t want to get hurt, Mister Fuckridge…”

Tyson pulled open the front of Nolan’s pants and underwear, “This is going to be fun for me…”

“WAIT!!!” Ronnie ran out from behind the dumpster at full speed, tripping over his own feet twice before stopping just in front of the brothers.

Tyson cocked an eyebrow at Ronnie before exchanging a glance with Bryce.

“I’m the one you want! I am the one who said those things and attacked your brother! Nolan never said anything, or did anything, in fact he’s been completely avoiding going to the higher ups so that maybe they’ll let Bryce leave early! Honest he did NOTHING here!” Ronnie put his hands up in a surrendering stance before the men.

Tyson turned to Nolan, “Is that true? You’re trying to get my brother off the hook even though he’s torturing you day in and day out?”

Nolan nodded furiously. Although the last part Ronnie added in wasn’t exactly true he would certainly do it if it meant Bryce would leave him be.

“And you admit to being the one who hurt my brother?” Tyson stepped closer to Ronnie, knocking into Nolan dismissively.

Coach swallowed hard, “… yes…”

Tyson looked back at Nolan’s pathetic face, and moved all of his attention to the middle aged dork in front of him.

“Step back Bryce, and don’t let your teacher move a damn inch…”

Tyson closed the gap between himself and Ronnie before it all went to hell…

***The Next Morning***

“Fucking hell man…” Ronnie groaned as he laid splayed out across Nolan’s sofa.

It really was hell, at least for the coach.

Tyson spared nothing at teaching Ronnie a lesson about fucking with his brother.

He got his wish, and Tyson got to give his Texas wedgie. The unbelievable amount of pain that Ronnie was in was enough to sending him hurling towards a black out. The only reason he managed to stay conscious was because Tyson kicked him in the shins enough times to get him to drop to the gravel where he continued the assault on his balls with his steel toed work boots.

Ronnie vomited everything he had eaten from that afternoon and all the whisky he’d put away at the bar. His vision blurred, and his ears rang like he was a few feet from a rifle going off with no hearing protection.

Coach Bremer didn’t bother begging for help or for Tyson to stop, he knew it was wasted breath. Eventually Tyson pantsed the poor man, including his black Hane’s boxer briefs. He snapped a few pictures on his phone before spitting on the coach’s face.

“How are you ever going to face Bryce at school Monday?” Nolan plopped down next to his dejected friend handing him a mug of steaming coffee and an ice pack for his eviscerated genitals.

Ronnie pulled in a breath, “You know that’s the least of my concerns right now. I have crusted hot sauce in my asshole, black cotton fibers in my crack, and I’m pretty sure that squeaky clean ripped some of my pubes clean out of their follicles. Let’s start there…”