This ain’t your mama’s Cats blog

You’re the last person in your gym. You finish working out and you walk into the men’s locker room, to find the last gym employee in there closing up shop. You don’t pay much mind to him as you take your shirt off. It’s not until you’ve taken your pants off that you try to find your clothes in your locker, to which your locker is found, completely empty. You turn around to try to find the employee and find nobody. You search a couple of rows to find him, standing there in your light blue Calvin Klein briefs, before you feel two large hands on your lower back. You feel shoved as you place your hands on the bench in front of you.

“Don’t act so surprised. You’ve basically had a boner every time I’ve seen you walk into this gym.” you hear. “Isn’t this why you wear briefs? Hoping someone finds out you crave this punishment?” As you tilt your head up, you see the employee towering above you. “It’s just you and me, for as long as I wish.” These are the final moments before he reaches to the back of your briefs and grabs hold with both hands. His hands grasp around your black waistband. “Calvins, huh? I’m going to enjoy this. And I know you will to” he says as he watches your dick grow just as the feeling of his hands are on your undies. With both hands, he leans back, causing your briefs to launch up your back and make their way to your shoulders. The momentum causes you to fall forward, with your face on the bench and your hands gripping the sides. You sigh and moan, practically begging him to continue. He sits down on the bench, his balls practically in your mouth as he places his feet on your shoulder and yanks your briefs. Your waistband is up to the top of your neck and your legholes continue to increase in size.

“One more time.” he whispers. He leans forward, his cock practically resting at your mouth. Then with all of his strength, he leans back fiercely, with his two hands on your waistband, causing your waistband to be snapped on to your forehead. With the words “Calvin Klein” snapped to your forehead, you squirm back and forth on this bench as you milk every second of what just happened.

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.

I walk inside your house. You think I’m just there to be your friend to play video games with you, but we are both wishing, lusting for the same thing: me to dominate you. You keep teasing me, taunting me when you win, acting like I don’t notice when you keep adjusting your shirt and I see the waistband of your underwear, eventually taking your shirt off, claiming it’s too hot. I agree and take mine off too. All I’m waiting for is the perfect reason now, something that warrants me ruining you for the evening. And you give it to me.

You ask me to stand up and when I do, you giggle and pull my basketball shorts down. I’m standing there in only my red Reebok boxer briefs. Since that’s what you want, I’ll stay that way, but you just invited a whole world of hurt for starting this. I push you up against the wall, and you make it too easy by practically flinging yourself there. I pull your shorts down. Really? Wirarpa briefs? Are they pink? Now you know what must be done. I grab the back of your head and pull you towards me, practically bending you in half and have you staring at the floor. I place your head between my legs, as you feel the thighs of my boxer briefs, and my hard cock resting on the back of your head. I then reach down and grab your briefs by the waistband. Immediately, I lean back, yanking your briefs with me. You get no warning. Why would you? You deserve this. I grab fistful by fistful of your briefs, making the seams of your briefs scream for mercy as they travel up your back and to the back of your neck. You moan and shake, quivering at this feeling. We both know we want to be in these roles as you continue to feel my dick growing on you.

I release the back of your head from my thighs as you continue leaning forward. I take the waistband of your briefs and snap them to your forehead, watching as your briefs are now connected to being a thin piece of fabric and squishing your fully erect cock against your stomach, yearning for release. I take my fingers and slide them down the fabric on your ass until I get to your hole, then grab from there and pull and tug a few times, watching your dick bounce from the pressure. I take my other hand and smack your pale ass as you whimper, but never surrender.