Meh

Wore these to the gym this weekend. My buddy patted me on the back and went “not a lot of fruit in those looms eh?”

One afternoon, Billy caught Buck changing after work. Wrinkling his nose, he pointed at Buck’s worn jockstrap and laughed. “Man, that thing’s disgusting,” he said. “Why don’t you wear boxer briefs like everyone else our age?”

Buck shot him a hard look. “Working men and athletes wear jockstraps,” he snapped. “And those stains come from actual labor, not sitting around trying to look pretty.” Then, with a smirk, he added, “Besides, kid, you couldn’t fill out the pouch of a real man’s jockstrap if you tried.”

The comment lit a fuse. Billy lunged at him, and the two started wrestling in the middle of the barn while the other ranch hands gathered to watch and cheer. Buck’s years of ranch work gave him the advantage fast.

Can you imagine your bully seeing you in the hallway? Just the two of you in the room? Imagine that he grabs your hair, yanks you back towards him, then pushes you into the wall. He chuckles, as you and him both know that he’s in charge as you grunt and groan with your hands against the wall and your back turned towards him as he stands behind you.

Imagine that the next thing you feel is his large hands on your hips, as he mentions that he’s about to have his way with you. Imagine his hands pulling your shirt up from being tucked into your pants, and he digs his right hand into your pants to grab a fistful of your nerdy tighty whities. He chuckles as he knows that you know what’s about to happen. He whispers in your ear and you can’t help but know what he says before he says it, “it’s wedgie time.”

He yanks you up with his right arm as he lifts the waistband of your underwear out of your pants. You can feel your legs tighten, and every spot of your body coils up as your ass is in pain. He switches to putting both of his hands on your undies and lifts with all of his strength, lifting you up into the air, bouncing you, and holding you in the air by nothing but your tighty whities. Imagine that you hear him grunt and chuckle, reminding why he’s in charge, and why you deserve this. Your choice in underwear reminds you why you’re such a loser. He bounces you one more time as your legholes peek out of your pants and he descends you back down to the ground.

He ends his torment with you by pulling your pants down and smacking your ass. Right before he walks away, he whispers in your ear, “anytime you want a wedgie, just keep wearing these fucking tighty whities, bitch.” He punches you in the balls as you recoil in pain, your ass being in pain from your wedgie, and your balls being squished from his fist, and from the front of your briefs that have been pressed into your stomach from the wedgie. He slams you into the ground and walks away, leaving you to figure out what to do next with your miserable life.

“Leave me alone, and I’m two years older than you!”

“You’re staying in MY apartment until you find a job and this is the second time this week you’ve been wet. I remember your mom told me you had to wear pull-ups until High School so I went out this morning and bought you some. No one should be able to notice them under your cloths but when you’re around the apartment I want you to keep them visible so I can see if my little bro is wet.”

“Why the hell would I wear them during the day? Just leave me alone I’m going to take a shower.”

“Not so fast little guy. A bed wetter like you needs his Big Bro to help him in the bath to make sure he gets clean instead of just playing with his little peepee. And you’ll be wearing them during the day because I threw out your boxers. Well except for the ones you’re wearing but those will be  gone too as soon as we get you in the tub. I’ll buy you some little boy undies once you stay dry for a full month but until then…”

“Come on man please don’t do this.”

“You can either stop fussing right now OR you can go over my knee for a spanking AND I’ll send your old teammates the pictures I took while you wear sleeping last night. So what’ll it be? Will you be a good boy and let me take care of my bedwetting little bro?”