Pantsed And Embarrassed Guys

A small animation I did for Halloween, hope you guys enjoy 😉

Alternative Versions.

Thong:

Tighty Whities:

Jockstrap:

Boxers:

Yes, it will be the last of the series. If I do decide to write more, it will be one-shot stories. I feel that I have gotten to the point where I need to branch out into other projects/ideas. I will leave the link for people to write out ideas, I love reading what you guys sent in. Lots of love and support.

Their is 2 more stories in the finale, hopefully you all enjoy how this story will wrap up.

Austin gripped the handle of the hotel room door and took a deep breath before entering.

Okay. Remember the plan. Go in, set the cameras, get out. Simple enough. What could possibly go wrong?

“Runaway food cart! Watch out!”

“What the fuc-“, in the nick of time Austin took a dive and was able to dodge the head on collision.

“Are you okay!” Said the clumsy waiter.

“Yeah, I’m…fine” as soon as Austin was in the clear all the food on the cart fell on him.

The clumsy waiter apologized for his actions before leaving, unfortunately for this encounter had cost him precious time.

Once inside, Austin rushed to set the cameras up. He discreetly set them up so that Stonewall couldn’t see him but everyone watching would get a perfect view of everything.

Finished, Austin took a look at the mirror and saw that his entire body was still covered in food. Looking at the clock, he saw that he had plenty of time to take a quick shower and change out of his disguise. Luckily, he brought an extra pair of clothes in the duffle bag where he had all the camera equipment. After all, he couldn’t be seen walking around looking like a mess. It would attract too much attention.

Austin began undressing every tedious layer of clothing he had on until he was down to his unmentionables. As he dropped his pants, that’s when he heard the door open. Panicking, Austin stood like a deer stuck in headlight with his pants on the ground.

Austin’s heart was racing. He couldn’t believe he was standing in front of his Intro to Law professor in just his white undershirt, white Stafford briefs and matching tube socks. A scene straight out of Austin’s dreams or his worst nightmares. Nervously, Austin covered his bulge trying to save some of his modesty.

Stonewall’s eyes slowly wandered down to Austin’s crotch. “Are you hiding something or are you just happy to see me?'' Stonewall chuckled, giving his student a warm smile. Austin went beet red, turning his gaze to the floor. Stonewall’s intimidating, mature voice sent shivers down his spine.

Sensing his uneasiness, Stonewall decided to lift some of the tension in the air by casually stripping off his own shirt. “Hope you don’t mind Austin. I’m just getting a little comfortable.” His hormones getting the better of him, Austin couldn’t help taking a peek at his professor’s naked upper body. Not surprised, Stonewall’s body was in peak condition. Practically with little to no body fat, you could see every detail of his core muscles. He had prominent veins all throughout his arms, biceps and shoulders. But what really caught the young man’s attention was the lion’s mane of body hair all across Stonewall’s chest and torso.

Now mere inches away from each other, the stench of Stonewall’s natural musk suffocated the college lad. Austin hated that he actually found the natural odor so raw, so manly…so erotic. Embarrassed, poor Austin tried to discreetly adjust his briefs, desperately trying to hide his growing boner.

Catching on, Stonewall couldn’t help but tease his poor student some more.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed in front of me.” Again, giving Austin a comforting but smug smile. “We are all men here, they're just tighty whities,” he whispered into Austin’s ear.

Austin’s heart skipped a beat. Something about the words “tighty whities” coming out of his professor’s mouth made his heart tremble like crazy. The idea of speaking with his professor who he used to idolize and had a massive crush on about underwear made Austin’s penis twitch.

“I’m only teasing…boy.” Stonewall joked as he gently placed his hand on Austin’s left arm, caressing it.

After a few seconds that felt like an eternity. Stonewall gently placed both his hands on Austin’s tiny waist. The professor’s cool, and callous hands against Austin’s naked, soft burning flesh made the college undergrad shrivered at the touch.

Making prolonged eye contact with each other, there was a silent agreement between the two. A bond between teacher and student.

Stonewall slowly spun Austin around and spread his feet apart. He gently gripped Austin’s wrists and carefully guided them to the back of his head.

“Please professor I-” he whispered.

“Shhhh” Stonewall interrupted. “Call me “sir”, okay…boy.”

At a loss for words, Austin unknowingly complied with his professor’s command.

“I-I mean…Please, sir…” Austin stuttered. He remained frozen trying to not shake too much from his anxiety. He felt so emasculated, helpless, submissive.

Stonewall then slipped his hands into the elastic waistband, “Austin G.,” was written across the waistband in black sharpie. The sight of Austin’s name written on his tighty whities like a good proper boy aroused the college professor. Biting his lower lip, Stonewall slowly wrapped his knuckles around the waistband of the briefs.

“Say it…say it again.”

Austin felt goosebumps as he heard Stonewall’s charming but assertive voice next to his ear. Stonewall’s hot breath wrapped around Austin’s neck like a seductive grip collar. His knees started to shake as his body totally betrayed him. Free from the constraints of his hands, Austin’s cock was now fully erect in his briefs twitching, begging for release.

“P-pleas Sir…Please give me a wedgie, sir…” Austin unwillingly uttered out in a faint whisper. His primitive urges had completely betrayed him.

Those words sent Stonewall into a frenzy.

Looking back, Stonewall has been fantasizing about gripping Austin’s underwear since he first laid eyes on him at the beginning of the semester. Ever since he first caught a glance of that classic Stafford briefs waistband poking out of his jeans.

Since then, he had to fight his primal urges. The urge to not only dominate his student but also humiliate him for his own enjoyment. Stonewall day dreamed about pantsing his star pupil in the middle of class; or leaving him strung up by his underwear in the middle of the University quad crying and begging as the entire student body laughed and pointed at his humiliation. He wanted Austin to plead and beg for mercy, see his cute face turn a deep shade of red. Austin was the perfect example of a “good boy” and it would be cruel not to share it with the world.

Reminiscing about his journey turn Stonewall on to the max. All the pieces he had to move just to reach this very moment. His cock was bursting at the seams dying to be touched. The tension between his pants and fully erect cok was unbearable for him.

At first Stonewall pulled on the fabric with delicacy; Austin slowly felt the soft material of his Stafford’s brush against his ass and tightened around the tip of his cock. The wedgie began to sting but it also felt…different. Instead of shrieking in pain, Austin couldn’t help but let out soft moans from the experience. It was a cross between pleasure and pain. Austin never had another guy wedgie him before so…intimately. It was an entirely foreign experience for him.

Soon, Stonewall began pulling harder and higher. Not long, the professor got the waistband up to Austin’s upper back before it wouldn’t travel any higher. The professor soon grabbed the exposed leg holes and pulled on those instead. With every yank, Austin’s heels were lifted off the ground. Stonewall’s grunts became louder with every pull as if he was doing a set of dumbbells workout.

With every pull Austin felt the soft material of his Staffords brush against the tip of his cock, now flowing with tiny drops of precum.

With his bare cheeks exposed, Stonewall couldn't help but smack Austin’s ass. “O-oh God!” Austin let out. Stonewall’s heavy callous hand made contact with his soft petite bottom. Austin’s cock had now become fully erect. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes. With every pull, the slaps got harder and heavier.

In his mind, Austin was conflicted. He verbally begged and pleaded for the pain to stop but secretly he wanted more. As for Stonewall, the more his student begged the more he enjoyed it.

“P-please sir, I’m beggin…” Austin cock twitched violently, it was a sensation he never felt in his life before.

He had been pulling with firm, harsh strikes with his hands wrapped tightly around the waistband of his briefs and then looped into the leg holes. Every pull brought him close to Austin. Austin could now feel Stonewall’s massive pulsing erection against his red bared ass cheeks. Rubbing up and down.

“Oooh…Plea-please, sir” Austin moaned. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head, as he tried to catch a momentary breath between every pull.

Austin felt a burning friction sensation of the cotton mercilessly cutting deep into his tight asshole. The chafing sensation of his undies as they dug into his inner thigh. The intense force against his balls sent a fierce aching into his lower abdomen, typically where he would feel an orgasm coming on. Yet this was different, this was so much more. This was asthmatic high that Austin loved every second of.

“Fuck!” Austin moaned, gasping for air.

Wanting to take things further, Stonewall pulled Austin’s underwear over his head and hooked him on the wall.

Stonewall began juggling Austin’s balls in his hands. Austin felt the soft material of his underwear brush against the tip of his cock, the top of his head tight on his waistband, on the urge of ejaculating.

“Not yet.” Stonewall ordered. He quickly grabbed the secret camera that Austin had set up and positioned it in front of him.

“You CUM when I say so, boy!”

With his command, Austin was struggling to control himself. He could only whine in agreeance. The hook caused his underwear to dig deep into his ass, cutting against his delicate taint.

“Please sir!” “I’m-I’m cumming!” Austin cried out.

With all preparations set up. Stonewall was ready and he was sure that his top pupil was more than ready.

“Ready! Now CUM for me boy!” Stonewall ordered.

On command, the deep orgasm building in Austin’s loins sent him right over the edge.

OH G-GOD! FU-FUCK! I’M I’M-CUMMING!”

Austin felt his eyes swelling up with hot tears as his body spasm from shooting his load. Ribbons after ribbons of white semen shot out of the tip of Austin’s dick.

“Good boy, that was a pretty good load…” Stonewall squeezed Austin’s crotch like a sponge, some of the thick white liquid seeped through wetting his hand.

Austin felt his head spinning. He had never had an orgasm feel so good. The adrenaline that pumped through his body from a combination of fabric rubbing against his asshole and pushing pressure against his balls made this his most satisfying orgasm of his young life.

After letting Austin catch his breath, Stonewall dug his face into the wet briefs, getting in a big sniff of Austin’s musk before giving his empty balls a light squeeze for good measure.

“Got your briefs all messy, naughty boy” he laughed. “That was fun wasn’t it boy?” Stonewall smiled.

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It was the day of the Award Ceremony and Santi couldn’t be more ecstatic. Not only would Stonewall finally receive his comeuppance but Santi was going to do it the only way he knew how: with flair!

Santi loved dressing up, any excuse to show off his collection of personalized tailored suits filled him with glee. He couldn’t wait to wear his new maroon slim fit suit; with a matching tie, loafers and a crisp white shirt.

The young lawyer had it specially made by his personal tailor who measured him naked so that every piece of fabric contoured his body, showing off his greatest ass-ets. Not wanting the suit to bulge in the wrong areas, Santi sported a thin black tuxedo print-thong with a little bowtie and sparkles on the pouch.

As he was getting dressed, Santi struggled to pull his pants up past his perky bubble butt. The young lawyer loved watching his ass jiggle in front of the mirror. The thong was practically buried deep within his ass. Santi admired himself once more, yanking the straps of his thong past his pants waistline, carefully flossing his hole with the thin fabric.

Tonight is the night, he thought.

At the award ceremony…

Santi looked amazing in his suit, and he knew it. Catching looks and glances from the staff and attendees alike, all eyes were glued on the young lawyer’s stunning body. While some would consider his suit “controversial”, Santi welcomed the attention. After all, Santi was there for a good time not a long time.

Soon enough, Santi locked eyes with a handsome waiter. He was young, probably a student from the university working the event. He had a slim, athletic build. He filled out his uniform nicely. He had wavy blonde hair, deep blue eyes and brilliant pearly whites. He was your classic boy next door type.

Perfect, Santi thought.

Playing along, the waiter intentionally dropped one of his napkins on the floor. Catching wind of this, Santi provocatively dropped down to pick it up. The waiter bit his bottom lip as he felt blood rushing to his member as he secretly undressed Santi with his eyes. He could practically see the naked imprint of Santi’s ass cheeks pressed against the fabric.

Done with his little preview, Santi sneakily slid his room card inside the napkin and handed it to the waiter with a wink before leaving.

Back to the task at hand, Santi narrowed his eyes. He meticulously scanned the room for the man of the hour, Stonewall. It didn't take too long for Santi to spot the handsome professor. He looked incredibly dashing in his grey suit with matching tie and black shirt. With a chisel jawline, perfectly groomed mustache and brown wavy blowout hair; Stonewall was like an American Henry Cavill.

The suit was carefully tailored to perfection. The material was tight enough in his chest and arms to show off his impressive physique. But more importantly, Santi grinned when he saw Stonewall’s tailored pants. They snug around the professor’s lower body in all the right areas. The material stretched tight around his ass. But the cherry on top, there were no visible underwear lines. Santi, grin at the idea of what type of underwear Stonewall could possibly be wearing underneath? It must have been something thin, he thought.

A jock, a thong perhaps or better yet could the sexy professor be going commando? I guess there’s only one way to find out, Santi thought.

The young lawyer waved Stonewall down and the professor walked over to their table.

“My oh my, Stonewall, that suit looks gorgeous on you!” Santi momentarily rubbed his fingers across Stonewall’s suit jacket admiring the craftsmanship of the suit.

Clearing his throat, “Thank you. I-I was skeptical at first about umm…being measured naked. Certainly a first for me but the suit speaks for itself.” Stonewall replied shyly.

“Well, you gotta look your best on stage, Mr. Professor of the year. I can’t wait to hear your acceptance speech, in front of all these wonderful people and everyone else watching live.”

Santi re-called the conversation he had with Austin and Dallas about their plan.

Flashback

Dallas: Okay guys, one more time from the top! Santi, your job is to get Stonewall to sit down on the trap-chair with superglue that Austin and I set up on your assigned table. Once they announce his name and tries to get up, his suit should literally peel off his body leaving him naked in front of everyone in the ceremony.

Meanwhile, Austin will be in his room setting up the cameras. If he reacts, it should be his first instinct to run back to his hotel room. I will take care of exposing this perv online. Everyone understands their assignments, correct?

All three boys nodded in agreement.

All right boys, let bring this fucker down. On three. One! Two!! Three!!!

End of Flashback

“Shall we take our seats?” Santi pulled out the trick chair and motioned for the professor to sit.

“Ah, thank you Santi…but actually, I have other plans.” Stonewall was inches away from sitting on the chair before he hastily got up.

Dumbfounded, Santi was left stuttering, “W-wait what…what do…what do you mean? Other plans, what?”

“Yes, I’m actually heading back to my hotel room.” Stonewall buttoned his suit jacket.

“Wait, hold up. What about your acceptance speech? The award!?” Santi was panicking.

“That silly thing? I actually decided to leave a video acceptance speech. I’m sure nobody will mind.”

“Wait, hold on…” With his overwhelming strength, Stonewall firmly pushed Santi down on the trap-chair.

“You should probably “sit” this one down Santi. I have an appointment with a special student of mine.”

Santi could only stare up at Stonewall as the professor gave him an arrogant smile. Shit, Santi thought. Stonewall had outplayed him.

Desperately, Santi rocked back and forth trying to unstuck himself. With each tug, the seams around his pants were slowly coming apart. Unintentionally causing a scene, everyone's eyes were soon glued to Santi, just like his pants were glued to his seat.

“Sir, is everything okay?” The young waiter from before asked.

Not paying him any attention, Santi continued to swing back and forth. Soon enough, with enough effort it finally happened. Santi’s pants ripped right off him. Lunged out of his seat, Santi fell on all fours.

With his ass in the air, Santi froze in fear as he realized he was now half naked in front of a massive group of people. In the front, Santi’s cock and balls were only barely contained by the tiny pouch. To Santi’s horror the entire audience was able to see the outline of the young lawyer’s manhood. Meanwhile, a cool breeze around his exposed hole, send shivers throughout his entire body. To make matters worse, Santi was mortified to find out that the video of Stonewall’s acceptance speech was promptly replaced with a zoom-in shot of his exposed pink hole for all to see on the big screen.

At first, everyone in attendance was gasping but then it soon turned into a collective laughter. On the other hand, the waiter was in disbelief, blushing with a horny look plastered across his pretty dumb face.

“Oh my fucking God!” Santi gasped, his soul almost leaving his body. Back to his senses, the young lad used his hands to cover himself but it was to no avail. His entire ass and dick were on full display for everyone in attendance.

I need to get out of here!, Santi thought to himself.

Needing a distraction, Santi saw his opportunity in the form of the young waiter’s dick prominently poking through his pants. There was no hiding it, the white apron he was wearing around his waist made his boner that much more noticeable.

Swiftly, Santi pulled the waiter closer to him and began to unbuckle his pants. In complete shock, the waiter stood frozen unable to comprehend what was going on. He looked around to the endless sea of stunned faces, silently pleading for help. After unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper, Santi pulled the waiter’s pants down. To everyone's surprise, the waiter’s cock was fiercely pushing against the waiter’s white trunks.

Santi pulled on the waistband causing it to slide just under the waiter’s big balls. In seconds, the young waiter’s 4-inch rock hard dick flopped out into the open. The mini-dick stood erect at the sight of the onlookers and cameras alike. With the elastic band pushing against his dick and balls, the waiter’s erection was hugely emphasized and easily visible to all several hundreds of attendees and probably thousands watching live. The young man’s cheeks were burning hot with a shameful blush.

No longer able to control himself, he was sent over the edge and with a loud moan he ejaculated in front of everyone.

“O- oh G- God!!!” He whimpered as his body twitched with every shot.

Stream after stream of thick, white cum shout out from the waiter’s tiny dick as he orgams uncontrollably. All captured on camera for everyone to see.

“He’s loving this!,” one of the attendees yelled. “He is quite the shooter!,” an older woman pointed out.

“Oh my God! I’m s-so sorry! P-please don’t look at me!” The waiter cried out as he waddled away with his pants still around his ankles, cum still dripping from his 4-inch erect cock.

As everyone’s attention was diverted to the waiter; Santi had sneakily gotten away using the waiter’s discarded apron for cover.

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Dallas and Austin had just finished their joint work out session for the day. Secretly, the boys were actually waiting on Santi to complete the first stage of their master plan. Via instant message, the boys had been communicating and scheming how to finally take Stonewall down. Before they could plan ahead, the boys came to the realization that Dallas' hacked phone was too much of a liability. As a result, they came up with the idea for Santi to meet up with Stonewall for casual coffee and while he was distracted, he would snatch his phone. That way, Dallas could have a couple days free to get the necessary preparations done. All throughout the workout, Austin could see Dallas glancing over the phone, waiting for that confirmation text.

Inside the locker room, Austin began changing out of his clothes while Dallas put his gear away. He took off his DC Robin “The Boy Wonder” compression short sleeve shirt. Usually a Marvel guy, he decided to wear it after watching the latest Batman movie in theaters. Now shirtless, Austin stopped for a moment to admired his physique. Taking a good look at himself in the mirror for the first time, Austin realized he was no longer the scrawny runner he was before. He now had a slender body with lean, defined muscles and somewhat visible abs. His core was becoming tighter and his calves looked even better. His shoulders had grown but he was by no means bulky in any sense of the word. Those daily workouts were finally paying off, he thought. Austin couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of him playing Robin in the next Batman movie.

Making his way to his roommate, Austin stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn’t help but stare at the obvious. Because of his tight joggers, Dallas was sporting visible brief lines. Curious, Austin couldn’t help but wonder how the briefs would look on his roommate naked body. But then as Dallas crouched to put his gear away, Austin's eyes widened. Dallas joggers had ripped from the waist, causing the waistband of his underwear to peek out. Austin immediately recognized the white elastic band; they belong to a classic pair of Fruit of the Loom tighty whities. Austin should know, he had an exact pair himself.

Austin hesitated before approaching, his heart beating a thousand times per minute. Since the first day they moved in together, Austin secretly had always wanted to get a hold of his roommate’s underwear. He wanted to pay him back. Now, the perfect opportunity had presented itself and better yet, Dallas was now wearing briefs! Ironic if not poetic.

Just one quick pull, he told himself. It was too perfect not to do it. To get it out of his system. With a mischievous grin on his face, Austin’s hands moved closer. As he was inches away, the boys were abruptly interrupted by some unexpected visitors.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite bitch boy.” Dallas eyes widen, he instantly recognized that voice. Without missing a beat, he turned around and squared up straight to the jock, practically inches away from his face. “Woah, somebody’s feisty today! I like it when they put up a fight!” The head jock and Dallas began clashing heads like two rams locking horns. Not one willing to give up dominance. Unfortunately for Dallas, the head jock wasn’t alone.

Catching him off guard, one of the jocks had circled behind him and wasting no time, laid both his hands on the waistband of Dallas pants and pulled, a loud RIIIIPPPP could be heard throughout the locker room. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look.

To Dallas surprise, the whole backside of his pants had been torn off. Just as Austin suspected, his roommate’s “secret” underwear became visible to everyone. Dallas remained motionless, long enough for the rest of the locker room to get a good look at his brief-clad ass. To make matters worse, because of the sparring session from earlier, the briefs had wedged up into his crack. The stark white fabric wedge tightly into the clef of his ass, emphasizing the tightness of each cheek.

The locker room switched from a calm ambience to a heap of laughter.

All the boys began snickered at him, “Yo, is Dallas wearing whities tighties?” one boy asked.

“It must be laundry day!” someone else shouted, causing everyone to giggle.

Before Dallas could even get a chance to react; wanting in on the action, the other jock walked over to his friend and both of them laid their hands on the waistband of Dallas pants, which was now hanging by mere threads, barely covering his ass. They took a moment to look at their leader for confirmation and with a nod of approval, both of them smiled. In their joint effort, they effortlessly split the pants right down the middle.

This time the entire locker room erupted into laughter. Dallas turned a deep shade of red, embarrassed as the entire group of boys gazed upon his smooth, hairless legs, white undershirt, white calf high socks but worse of all his tiny Fruit of the Loom briefs.

The realization that he was in his tighty whities in the middle of the entire locker room finally sank in and Dallas inadvertently cried out like a pansie before frantically clutching his cock to shield it from view. He was too embarrassed to even consider moving. His confused and frightened heart pounded in his chest as the sound of laughter echoed throughout the locker room.

Austin watched helplessly. There wasn’t anything he could do to salvage the situation or Dallas dignity for that matter. He could only stare at Dallas in his tiny underwear. In all the commotion, Austin secretly admired how the brief made Dallas manhood bulged obscenely and how they complimented his tight hips and broad muscle frame.

Meanwhile, the two jocks doubled over in laughter. Many of the boys laughed mockingly at Dallas choice of underwear before changing and leaving. They thought nothing serious of it. They brushed it off as another ridiculous Tik Tok trend or just boys being boys. After all, in their heads, it wasn’t the first time someone was pantsed in the locker room and definitely wasn’t going to be the last. Once alone, the real fun could begin.

The head jock stared at Dallas quivering body, eyeing his FOTL briefs that were clearly at least two sizes too small for his frame. Excited, he began imagining all the things he could do to him. I’m going to make this faggot my certified bitch boy, he thought.

On his command, the other two jocks held Dallas arms spread out. Unable to move, Dallas was completely at their mercy now. The head bully looked straight into Dallas eyes, sending shivers down his spine as it dawned on Dallas what was going to happen next.

Inches away from his face, the head jock asked Dallas, “Do you know what all tighty whities wearing faggots deserve?”

Not giving him the satisfaction, Dallas remained silent. However, the head jock had no problem calling out his false bravado.

“That’s fine, you’ll find out soon enough.” The head jock slowly made his way behind Dallas. Panicking, Dallas struggled to set himself free but failed miserably. The other two jocks simply snickered as they held his body in place.

Soon enough Dallas felt the jock’s fingers dig into his waistband, gently pulling on it as if he was inspecting it. “Dallas Garcia. College of Business and Finance”, he said. A growing pain grew in Dallas' stomach. How did he know his full name? he thought. Wait, don’t tell me, Dallas couldn’t believe it. Stonewall purposely label his underwear like a dork, Dallas felt so humiliated.

“I guess the bitch boy has a name!” all the jocks laughed in unison.

The head jock tightened his grip and with all his strength yanked the underwear up, lifting Dallas off his feet. The briefs quickly vanished inside Dallas cheeks, his glutes jiggling with every pull. Dallas cried out as he felt the fabric flossing against his asshole, crushing his balls at the same time.

Deep inside, Dallas felt utterly humiliated. He felt ashamed of himself, letting himself be overpowered by three guys that on any given day he could have easily beat the crap out of. He foolishly let his embarrassment get to his head. Now, he was paying the price.

The head jock continued with his little game. Refusing to plead for mercy, Dallas could only grunt and moan in pain as he bounced up and down. Dallas did his best to keep a straight face through it all, occasionally letting out a small whimper to the jock’s enjoyment. Tears formed around the corner of his eyes as a throbbing pain grew in his abdomen; he was getting close to his limit. His face turned a deep shade of red, and a vein popped on his forehead as if he was trying to hold in a cough.

Fortunately for him, the back of Dallas waistband gave out causing him some relief. His once small underwear had become slightly baggy from the back. “I hope you enjoyed you wedgie, faggot or should I say Dallas?” Satisfied, the head jock gave his two friends the say so to release Dallas. Now free, Dallas quickly clutched his bruised balls but not before taking out his phone from his now tatter pants.

“Dallas, are you okay!?” Austin, coming to his senses rushed to his roommate’s aid but was quickly stopped by the three jocks.

“Awww, does the faggot have a boyfriend? Tell me, do you want to be stuffed inside the locker or dumped inside a bin full of dirty jockstraps.” Outnumbered, Austin eyes darted around looking for a way out of this predicament. Catching on to what Austin was thinking, the head jock immediately grabbed him by the back of his neck like an eagle clawing its prey. “I guess, dirty jockstraps it is!”

Now, all three jocks dragged Austin and bent him over a bin full of dirty jockstraps. Austin was sick to his stomach, the potent odor emitting from it was nauseating; it reeked of sweat, vomit, ass, piss and cum. Austin pulled his head back but the more he did the more the jocks pulled his head further in. Austin did his best pushing his assailants back, all that extra training with Dallas was paying off, he felt his biceps bulging from his test of strength. Dallas would have been proud. Nonetheless, the numbers game got the better of him as one of the jocks grabbed Austin’s running shorts and swiftly dropped them to his ankles.

Letting his guard down for a split second, Austin heart dropped as he remembered the underwear he was wearing. No, no, no Austin couldn’t believe it. He was wearing a pair of red briefs with green piping with the words in yellow “Boy Wonder” written across the waistband.

Instinctively, a horrified Austin covered his groin with both hands in a futile attempt to save his modesty. Just like his roommate, Austin was defeated by modesty.

Seizing the opportunity, all three jocks grabbed the back of Austin’s cartoon briefs and lifted him off the ground with ease. However, unlike his roommate, Austin couldn’t hold back his cries. “Ahhh, please stop! Please! Please, it hurts!” Austin begged them to release him as he felt his underwear wedge deep into his ass.

As they wedgie him, the head jock got a good look at Austin’s name written on his waistband. “Austin G.”, it read. “I guess the Boy Wonder has a name!”, the head jock laughed. All three jocks bounced Austin up and down; using his underwear as a bungee cord until they dumped Austin entire body into the bin. Facing towards them, it was revealed that Austin’s underwear had a Robin logo plastered across the crotch of his briefs.

Austin pelvis and legs were now sticking out of the bin while his cartoon underwear were still wedged deep between his ass cheeks on full display. Enjoying the view, all three jocks laughed together, as Austin cried out kicking and screaming like a bratty child throwing a tantrum. To add to their fun, one of the jocks decided to yanked Austin’s shorts off, leaving him with one less piece of clothing.

Admiring their handy work, the head jock decided to snap a picture for Austin’s ass, zooming in on his Texas shaped birthmark. For some reason, it looked vaguely familiar to them.

Not quite done for the day, the head jock looked over at Austin and Dallas ecstatic thinking about the future encounters he was going to have with his little bitch boys.

“Have a nice walk home, bitch boys!" The head jock shouted with an evil grin on his face as all three jocks pushed Austin and Dallas out the locker room and into the main area of the gym.

It was an open quad littered with students, high school seniors visiting and faculty members. Immediately all eyes were glued to the boys' half naked bodies. The boys stood frozen, dumbfounded as the crowd took in their sudden nudity. The one loud gymnasium was so dead silent that you could hear a pin drop. After mere seconds of what felt like forever, the entire crowd erupted into laughter, whistles and applause.

The boys frantically looked around to see the endless waves of people surveying every inch of their bodies. Austin desperately used one hand to cover his chest and the other to cover the front of his cartoon briefs, bringing his knees together. Meanwhile, Dallas cupped his groin with his hand and cellphone and pulled up his sagging briefs with the other.

“OMG! Doesn’t that guy go to our Accounting class?” A girl could be heard asking her friend.

“Isn’t that the guy in all those student government posters?”, another guy said.

“I gotta take a video of this for TikTok!” One of the high school seniors shouted!

On cue, coming back to their senses, Austin and Dallas took off running through the crowd of students who couldn’t help to record the boy’s impromptu undie run.

Chants of “Go! Boy Wonder, Go!” (x3) could be heard throughout the entire gymnasium.

Dallas, beet red, could feel all the girls giggle as they stared at his ass cheeks jiggle with every step; while Austin ran for dear life as he ran past members of his student government in his cartoon briefs.

Once outside, the boys wasted no time dashing straight home. The boys carefully waited until there was nobody around before entering their apartment and slamming the door behind them.

Now behind closed doors, the boys took a moment to catch their breaths as they couldn’t help to comment on each other’s underwear. This was the first time they both had been thoroughly humiliated together.

“Those…are some sick…briefs. You should…get me a pair.” Dallas told Austin, taking a breath between talking.

“Thanks. I’m sure…you can…pull them off,” Austin replied smiling.

“Appreciate it, maybe I’ll wear them more often,” Dallas joked, getting a small chuckle from his roommate.

Both boys took a moment to regain their composure. They were both huffing and puffing from their impromptu undies run. Both their bodies, glitzing from sweat and adrenaline.

After regaining their composure, Dallas' phone began ringing. Dallas checked his phone and saw a few unread texts from Santi (as Stonewall). Santi had managed to steal Stonewall’s phone, so he could no longer spy on Dallas. The first phase of their plan had been successful. “Let’s goooooo!” Dallas couldn’t control his excitement.

Meanwhile, Austin on the other hand was checking his phone that he left behind on accident, on top of the kitchen counter. Just his luck, there were tons of videos of him and Dallas running in their underwear from different angles all over social media. The most popular video having over 30,000 views already with the hashtag #BoyWonder trending.

Hello, everyone. I know this is not your typical Austin and Dallas Story but I decided to try my hands at some Fanfiction. This is a short story I wrote on a whim for a challenge that @Briefsinmovies (Twitter) proposed. A fan-story involving the following three things:

Tom Holland

Timothee Chalamet

Tighty Whities

I usually don’t write about real people but regardless, I hope you guys enjoy!

Synopsis: Timothee Chalamet has been cast as Harry Osborn for the next Marvel Spider-Man movie, with Tom Holland reprising his role as Peter Parker/friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. The movie takes place during the web slinger’s first year at University.

Tom and Timothee were tasked to go undercover at a local University so they can better prepare for their roles. While much didn’t change with Tom’s character, Timothee had a bigger task. He will have to play his own version of Harry Osborn and solidify his status as Peter Parker's best friend.

While Timothee had somewhat of an idea of the character he wanted to play, he needed first hand chemistry with his British co-star before finalizing his character's persona.

As Timothee walked through the college campus he managed to spot the Marvel action hero from afar. Before calling out to him, Timothee spotted something interesting about his co-star. Tom was unaware that his shirt had ridden up his back, allowing the waistband of his underwear to peek out from pants. What was more interesting was that the waistband didn’t seem to belong to a pair of boxers or boxer-briefs, rather they were white and tight. If Timothee didn’t know any better he’ll say that they belonged to a pair of briefs. Could the rumors be true, was Holland a secret wearer of tighty whities? Entertained by the idea, Timothee decided to test out his NEW Harry Osborn persona.

“Hey, Underoos!” Timothee whistled and waved.

Recognizing his voice, Tom turned his gaze and looked over to the 26 year-old, sharp-jaw, curly-haired actor. Dripped out in a black leather jacket, Ray-Ban shades, classic blue button up, some black ripped skinny jeans with matching black combat boots; Timothee, or “Harry”, definitely stand out from your typical college crowd.

Talk about keeping a low-profile, Tom thought.

“Pete! C’me on, baby! Where’s my hug!” Timothee yelled across the hall, his charismatic aura attracting glances from the nearby crowd.

Tom awkwardly rubbed the nape of his neck, shyly looking around.

“C’me on, you know you want it!” With open arms, Timothee had no problem getting into his character. From his looks to his mannerisms, Timothee exuded a rich, cocky Rockstar persona. It was his personal take on the Harry Osborn character.

In reality, the boys were supposed to not draw too much attention to themselves but apparently the young Dunes actor had other plans in mind.

“What are you waiting for, huh? You’re not going to leave your best friend, Harry, hanging, are you?”

Giving in, the No Way Home star decided to go along with his co-stars skit. Flipping a switch, Tom turned off his British self and went into Peter Parker mode. Giving him a warm smile, Holland went in for the hug.

As the boys embraced each other, Timothee couldn’t help but grin victoriously, Tom had taken the bait. Giggling to himself, Timothee whispered into his co-star’s ear, two words that sent shivers down Holland's spine, “spidey whities.”

Without warning, that’s when Tom felt it. His eyes widened and he got a sick feeling in his stomach. Before he could react, Tom felt Timothee’s hands grab the waistband of his underwear, his fingers brushing against his butt cheeks.

Tom immediately got flustered, and nervously laughed. No way! There’s no way, Tom thought. “Harry, wait. What the hell are you…OUCH!!” Tom screamed out, his protests were interrupted by the cutting feeling of fabric pushing against his ass.

“WEDGIE!!!” Timothee announced, pulling the Marvel actor's briefs so high that Tom was balancing on his tippy toes. The young actor made sure to pull the briefs as high as possible so that everyone got a good look at the stark white Stafford waistband. To Timothee's delight the tighty whities were labeled; Tom Holland was written across the waistband in black sharpie. Courtesy of the wardrobe department, Timothee imagine.

However, he preferred the idea that this was Tom’s typical underwear and that he labeled it himself, after all it would be very on brand with Tom’s personality. Timothee had seen the interviews where Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan would joke about the British actor's “spidey tighties”.

Soon the muffle voices of nearby college students turned into collective laughter. The entire hallway started to laugh; afterall it was rare to see a public wedgie especially in college. To Tom’s dismay, some college students began taking pictures and videos of his predicament.

“Dude, please stop it!” Tom protested as he glanced over to the crowd of onlookers, pointing and snickering. The fabric pressed against his crotch as the intense stinging in his ass only got worse. Having had his fun, Timothee let go of Tom's tighty whities. Now free, a flustered Tom wasted no time adjusting his briefs back into his jeans.

“What gives man!” Tom pouted, embarrassed.

“Just wanted to see if you’re keeping it comic accurate, Pete!” Timothee gave him a cheeky wink.

Tom immediately blushed even more.

“C’mon don’t sweat it. Let's get to class.” Timothee wrapped his arm over Tom’s shoulder as both boys went to their classes.

Later that day….

Throughout the entirety of the day, Timothee was just a menace to society. Being disruptive during class, popping his legs up in the chair, flirting with the girls around campus; Timothee was living his best Harry Osborn life. Meanwhile, Tom was left to clean up and babysit his “best friend”/co-star.

After classes, the duo attended a small pep rally which Timothee wasted no time making himself the center of attention. Jumping on top of a table, the Hollywood playboy hijacked the show with his wicked air guitar solo. Celebrating with his arms raised, to the crowd of adoring fans, Timothee had failed to realize that his jeans had sagged a bit.

Catching on, Tom squinted and saw a white waistband with Timothee Chalamet written on it. There’s no way, mate, the British actor thought to himself. But that’s when the web slinger got a devilish idea of how to humble his cocky co-star.

Using his spider reflexes, Tom took hold of Timothee’s sagging jeans and with a firm grip pulled down his co-star’s pants down, fully revealing a pair of pearly white bikini briefs. The briefs clung tightly to the Call Me by Your Name actor's small bottom. To make matters worse, the transparent fabric had unintentionally wedged in between his ass, showing off some major cheekage.

All eyes on him, Timothee remained frozen, like a deer caught in headlights. His face burned with embarrassment, one of his worst nightmares had come true. His cool, Rockstar demeanor immediately changed to that of a quivering child. A strong shade of red flushed across his bewildered pretty face as he looked around the sea of faces all staring at his half naked body.

As the young heartthrob reached for his pants, Tom snatched the jeans and swiftly pulled them off his co-star legs.

Losing his balance, Timothee fell over on his chest, adding to his already embarrassing experience. At that moment, the crowd began laughing hysterically at the expense of the fuming Hollywood actor. Just like his co-star, the crowd wasted no time recording Timothee’s public humiliation. Behind his scowl, Timothee was secretly dying of shame on the inside.

Timothee only wore them when his stylist or costume designer had him wearing super tight clothing, otherwise he wouldn’t be caught dead wearing them.

Timothee avoided briefs at all costs. Especially after he found out people online already suspected him of wearing the embarrassing choice of underwear. They even had whole social media accounts dedicated to it. But now, Tom’s little stunt had confirmed their suspicions; what was worse was that there was now video/picture evidence. No more fan edits or theories. Timothee dreaded the fact that his bikini briefs were going to be trending on social media the next day.

In his annoyance, Timothee flipped over, using one hand to cover his crotch and the other to move the hair out of his face. Defeated,Timothee extended his arm out asking for his pants back. “Haha, very funny. Now give me my pants back, Pete!”

“C’mon don’t sweat it, Harry!” Tom mocked Timothee.

Being the good sport that he was, Tom handed over his co-star’s pants but not before playing a quick game of keep away much to Timothee’s annoyance.

“Get back here, Pete!” Timothee shouted as he furiously chased after his co-star all around the crowded quad, as the crowd recorded everything happening before their eyes.

The next day…

All over the internet, videos and pictures of Tom and Timothee in their tighty whities were trending worldwide. Talks about the new Spiderman movie possibly including Tom’s Peter Parker and Timothee’s Harry Osborn in briefs were making headlines. It was all the rage for months.

Due to the massive increase in publicity/hype for the new movie, the boys' agents and movie directors decided to include not 1 but 3 fan service scenes, much to the delight of fans worldwide.

The first scene involved Tom in his Spiderman gear webbing Timothee’s character to the wall. While he remained immobile, he would leave him with his pants down in front of the entire university, exposing a tight pair of bikini style briefs. A homage to Andrew Garfield’s pantsing scene in The Amazing Spiderman 2.

The second scene involved Timothee stealing Tom’s spiderman suit for a party. This forces the web slinger to fight crime only wearing his mask and a pair of Stafford style briefs, a clear nod to the comic books/video games where on more than one occasion the web slinger has been seen sporting his iconic briefs.

Finally, the last fan service scene would be between the two soon to be best friends, partaking in a hazing ritual. During rush week, both actors are forced to run all over campus in nothing but a white tank top tucked into a matching pair of FOTL briefs.

In fact, this scene in particular was quite special. Once that part of the script got leaked accidentally by the British actor. As punishment, Tom and Timothee were forced to do promotional stunts where they would strip in the middle of college classes and run across the campuses all over the US in their tighty whities while holding a giant banner promoting the new movie. As expected, this would be Tom’s and Timothee's greatest movie yet.

I have been pantsed or caught with my pants down multiple times. Most recently at work in front of the cute Legal Assistant across from my office firm.

It was late Friday, half an hour before closing time. The firm I work at usually are the last one to leave. I had my bulky phone, and air pods in my dress pants and I stepped into the restroom.

I unbuckle my belt and unbuttoned my pants. Unexpectedly my pants began sliding off my waist until they ultimately fell on the floor, since I figured I was the only one in the building I didn’t bother to pick them up.

Suddenly, I hear the door open and here comes the cute LA from across my office. He sees me, pants down, my pastel blue trunks on full display and goes “Woah!” and like the idiot I am, I turn around and see that his eyes are staring straight at my ass and I go “Hey.”

After which, I pull up my pants, wash my hands, dry them as I leave as he goes and uses one of the urinals.

I guess you will have to keep on reading and find out hehe

All jokes aside, I never expected this series to go on as long as it did. I thank everyone who has continue to read the story and I promise that I am working hard to make it worth the wait.

Stonewall will receive his comeuppance.

I’m glad you enjoyed it! I’ve already received tons of great ideas and feedback from them. I love seeing what you guys think, it really helps a lot. If you haven’t already come check out the link, its on my pin post!!

I’m glad you like Berlin! We haven’t see much of him but to tell you a secret, the soccer star would be making a special appearance later on in the series. 🤫

I’m also looking forward to the Truth or Dare, especially since it’s going to be a more relaxed, fun, boys night type of story. Thank you everyone who suggested ideas!