okay yea i'm gonna self indulgently expand on hollanov wedgie fetish bc i think it's a perfect execution of shane with a bullying fantasy and it also makes me horny. long post!
like. wedgies are uniquely humiliating bc they're largely seen as a childish prank, but they're also strangely sexually charged on the pure basis of directly involving ass and genitals. so it's a good intense mix of humiliation kink and pain kink which shane reluctantly has both of in abundance. it also plays into childhood jock/locker room culture, at least in old school media, which is another shane appeal even if he was never subject to a wedgie growing up.
i think the first time ilya wedgies shane it is genuinely a case of innocently messing around/trying to get on his nerves while they're play wrestling. he's got shane pinned to the couch on his belly while shane tries to crawl away with the tv remote or something, and feeling mischievous he gets a handful of shane's boxer briefs from under his athletic shorts and yanks up.
he doesn't even do it that hard, bc again they're just playing rn. he expects shane to yelp and laugh and shove him off the couch and call him an asshole.
instead shane's sexual prey instinct kicks in and he's catapulted into his dirty fantasy bullied nerd headspace, so he squeals and squirms uselessly and goes "nononono ilya pleeease stop it hurtsss" and he's maybe even squirming backwards in a way that makes the wedgie a little tighter and the tips of his ears are bright red and he's looking at ilya over his shoulder with those pained scared little victim eyes he loves to play with when they're scening.
ilya is fucking hooked. by the next day he's overnight shipping multipacks of men's underwear to the cottage's PO box: a variety of extra durable rip resistant nylon-spandex briefs as well as extra childish cartoon pattern tighty-whities for added embarrassment. he is dedicated to the fantasy. he is trawling wedgie fetish forums learning about every type of wedgie under the sun, of which there are many, and concocting a number of plans extremely concerning for poor shane's ass.
regular wedgies, hanging wedgies, bouncing wedgies, melvins (frontal wedgies), squeaky cleans (undies pulled back to front to back etc. in a seesaw motion), shoulder wedgies, chair wedgies, jock locks, messy wedgies, the list goes on. ilya makes sure they check off that entire list many many times over in every bully/nerd scenario he can conjure up and it provokes such a specific type of shanesuffering that he just. never gets tired of it. when ilya runs out of ideas he just ups the pressure and discomfort on his little nerd until shane is stuttering out new torture material straight from his beautiful mind just to appease his bully. the first time ilya manages to stretch the waistband of a pair of briefs over shane's head to hook under his chin in an atomic wedgie, ilya almost comes untouched just listening to shane moan in pain and watching the fabric covering his face soak through with tears.
it's a sadist's wet dream, truly. ilya plays the bully role sooo well. shane has to workout in a shoulder wedgie. shane has to do paperwork in his office in a chair wedgie. shane is getting hung by his underwear on an inconspicuous ceiling hook in the closet with his wrists tied and left there while ilya runs errands or goes to hang out with troy. if shane wants to get down from his hanging wedgie he has to bounce himself until the underwear rips clean off.
his waistband is getting tugged repeatedly the entire time he gives ilya a blowjob. the leg holes are getting pulled to the nape of his neck every time he gets a spanking or a paddling or a belting or a caning (a daily occurrence.) if shane's constantly sore, boiling red chafed ass crack ever starts bleeding, then ilya lovingly goes through all the necessary first aid measures and gives it a break, focusing on inflicting as much pain as he can safely manage on all of shane's other sensitive bits instead until inevitably the skin is healed enough to withstand the never ending fabric friction again.
it's so constant that shane's hole is sore for every fuck. shane flinches and whimpers every time ilya gropes his ass, even habitually when he's not even wearing underwear. he doesn't get to decide what pair he's wearing that day, how many pairs he's going to have to go through, what kinds of wedgies he's going to get, when or if he ever gets a break, if he's earned healing ointment at the end of the day or if he has to go to bed with his dry ass crack aching and pulsing and agony to the touch. if he's going to be put to bed hogtied in a jock lock, forced to fall into a restless sleep suckling the day's previous ripped pair shoved into his mouth for comfort.
he just has to be pathetic and obedient and wait and see if his bully is gonna use his balls as a punching bag while they're compressed and vulnerable in a dangling melvin. or if his bully is gonna pull the first of several pairs of stiff crystallized icy wet tighty-whities out of the drink cooler and give him squeaky clean after squeaky clean until they're all body heat warm again. or if his arms are gonna get tied spread eagle to his hockey stick with the leg holes of his undies threaded through the back in a scarecrow wedgie, keeping his spine straight as his legs tremble and his hole chafes as his bully pinches and twists and pulls his on display vulnerable nipples for minutes or hours on end. if his bully will ever make good on his promise to string him up by his strongest pair of briefs through a sturdy tree branch attached to a tall tree in the woods surrounding the cottage, left to hang while his bully takes a leisurely outdoor stroll until he eventually has mercy and yanks and pulls shane's legs hard until the branch cracks and can be cut to a switch once shane is let down.
shane just takes his wedgies like a good little nerd.
