Didn’t take too long for my new roommate to discover my tight, white secret. I knew as soon as I heard the dryer door open that my reputation was down the drain. I ran downstairs quickly insisting on removing my laundry myself, but I found him standing there displaying my briefs with the waistband stretched between his two index fingers. He laughed HARD right in my face, which turned bright red almost immediately.
He grabbed a sweaty jockstrap from his laundry and attached it to my face with ease. I never felt so overpowered as a grown man. Before I could even begin to remove it, I felt his hands creep down my lower back and grab a hold of the waistband of my briefs. I was lifted off the ground and carried upstairs to the living room before he finally dropped me to the floor. With each step I felt my underwear dig deeper and deeper inside me as my whimpers became increasingly more prominent and pathetic.
“Any last words, dork?” He asked sadistically.
Just as I opened my mouth to beg for mercy, he knocked the wind completely out of me with a swift punch to the gut. As I doubled over in pain, he, once again, grabbed a hold of my tighty whities, this time by each leg hole, and hoisted me into the air. As I was still fighting to catch my breath, he slipped each leg hole over the coat hooks on the door and let go, leaving me suspended two feet off the ground by my briefs.
“Almost done!” I hear him say. I was still blinded by his disgusting jockstrap, but it’s almost like my other senses increased. The smell and taste of his manhood, the sound of his bellowing laughs, the feeling of pain, humiliation, and cold… I feel the gust of wind almost sooner than I hear the window open. Then I feel him grab a hold of my tee shirt and rip it off me like it was a napkin. I just regained my voice when he latched his hands around the cuffs of my pants. As I cry for him to stop, he rips my pants off leaving me hanging by just my tighty whities and his jockstrap still securely over my face.
Proud of his work, he pulls out his phone and starts recording my embarrassing predicament. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun roomie!”
-This video features an original voice over from the bully’s perspective. This could open the door for other unique role play scenarios in the future.
2023-04-22 20:55:46 +0000 UTC
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Took a shot at writing a short fictional story. I’d love to know what you think. I’ll consider writing more parts and additional stories in the future based off of your feedback. Enjoy!
MAN CARD REVOKED
It was a normal Sunday afternoon and I was just hanging out at my apartment playing video games. I was in the middle of the game and was only three kills from victory when I heard the doorbell ring. I couldn't get up now as I didn't want to sacrifice winning the game.
“Who is it!?” I yell.
“Jared, with Robertson Electric”, I heard in a deep, professional voice.
“One minute!” I respond, with my eyes still glued to the tv screen.
Right as I scored my next kill, I heard a firm knock on the door.
“I said give me a minute!” I shout, as I returned to my virtual reality.
This company had already cancelled on me once and they were 15 minutes late to this appointment, so ironically, I found amusement in keeping him waiting.
Again, right as I get my next kill, “BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!” he continues to aggressively knock in a slow consistent rhythm.
“HOLD ON!!” I screamed with annoyance, as I turned to the door for emphasis.
As my eyes returned focus to the screen again, I realized that I had died in that short temper-fueled moment. I throw the controller down and storm off the couch to answer the door. As I open the door, I say in a tough, stern voice, “WHAT ARE YOU DEAF OR SOMETHI…”
My voice gives way, as I’m face to chest with a giant man. He must have been at least 6’8” and smelled like the worst combination of BO and cigarettes I could ever imagine. I had to take a couple steps back to breathe and look up at his face. As my eyes gazed upwards past his enormous chest, I noticed a bunch of tattoos on his neck, followed by a bushy, but well maintained beard. I continued up until i met his eyes. He looked me in the eyes with pure anger, and I guarantee he could smell the fear that I was emitting. I froze there in fear and fascination of this man for what seemed like an eternity. I couldn’t think of what do say or do when all of a sudden he finally said, “You’re having a problem with your lights, right?” in a professional, unfazed manner.
“Y.. ya” I muttered.
“Okay well, can I come in?”
“Y.. ya sorry. Come in.”
I held the door open as he walked past me. He was a very rugged looking, handsome guy, well built and large all around. Must have been in his mid 30’s, I imagine. The next thing I noticed was the track of mud he was leaving from his boots, but I decided to keep my mouth shut this time, knowing this man could destroy me with ease and being fortunate he hadn’t done so already.
“So what's the problem?”
“My bedroom light isn’t working anymore” I explain, as I lead him to my bedroom and flicker the switch to no avail.
He goes directly to a metal cabinet on the wall and opens it up. As he’s doing this, I look down at the track of mud he’s leaving and I lost my cool.
“For the record, you guys are really unprofessional. First you guys don’t show up for the Wednesday appointment and then you show up late today and track mud all over my floors.”
He finishes up in 5 seconds and looks me directly in the eyes as he walks past me intentionally stomping more mud onto my floors. He flips the bedroom light on and just stares at me, almost in amusement.
“Seriously? A flipped circuit breaker and you’re calling for help?” he chuckles.
“How am I supposed to know that?” I said. “I’m not an electrician like you.”
“Any respectable man would at least check the circuit breaker before calling for help” he laughs. “How old are you, like 30??”
He was spot on. I was 30 years old and I didn’t even think to try resolving the issue on my own. I instantly got flashbacks of the time I called roadside assistance for a flat tire and the guy laughed at me for not being able to change my own tire. I felt emasculated by this man, but I continued to stick up for myself to the best of my ability.
“I’ve just been really busy with work recently” was the only excuse I could come up with to ease the humiliation.
He looked around the messy apartment and at the tv displaying the game I had been playing and mocks me, “Ya, looks like you’ve been really busy!”
As he continues his gaze around my apartment, he notices something that catches his eye and starts to walk over to a pile of clothes on my bedroom floor.
“NO FUCKING WAY” he says as he approaches and bends over to pick up a pair of used Fruit of the Loom briefs. My heart sinks in embarrassment as he displays them to me by twirling them on his finger.
“You wear fucking tighty whities!?” his voice booms with amusement.
I was fully embarrassed, and it showed. I just stood there speechless. To be fair, the question was rhetorical in the first place, so there was no point in answering. He approached me and grabbed me by my shirt collar and lifted me in the air until I was at face level.
”What are you deaf or something?” he asked.
He reeked and I swear I could taste his breathe.
“N.. no I just ran out of clean boxers, dude, I swear!”
“Prove it.” he said, as he dropped me to the ground. “Prove that you’re not a little tighty whitey wearing bitch boy. Drop em!”
I was trembling in fear. I refused to do so, which resulted in a hard gut punch that left me gasping for breath on the floor.
“Alright, let’s do it the hard way” he says, as he rips my joggers off completely and throws them to the corner of the room. I was left squirming on the ground trying to cover up my dignity as this beast of a man towered over me laughing hysterically.
“Oh my god, what a fucking LOSER! Does your mom still buy your underwear?” he jokes.
Im already on the verge of tears when he orders me to stand up.
He rips my shirt off of me, leaving my 5’8” scrawny torso fully exposed in just a pair of Fruit of the Loom tighty whities and tube socks. I swear he was casting a shadow over me as I pathetically tried to cover my crotch.
“What a fucking dork!”
He wastes no time spinning me around and grabbing a hold of my waistband, as I brace for something that I haven’t felt since high school. He slowly lifts the back of my briefs giving me a wedgie until I’m dangling in the air by his grasp. He bounces me several times while laughing at my discomfort and ignoring my agonizing pleas to stop. He carried me, still dangling helplessly by my briefs, to a pair of towel hooks on the bathroom door. He looped the legs holes through each hook and stepped back to admire his work.
There I was, fully suspended in the air by my tighty whities, legs kicking and arms flailing frantically in an attempt to break free. I looked up and heard, “CHEESE!” as he began recording my embarrassment. He walked over to my underwear drawer to notice that it was filled with perfectly folded tighty whities and laughed.
“Looks like we’ve got a lot more training to do bitch boy!” as he slingshots a pair of briefs right over my face. “Ive got other calls to go to, but I’ll be back later with some of the other guys so you can make your formal complaint in person.”
As I hung there, completely humiliated and emasculated, he grabbed a six pack of beer from my refrigerator and left.
2023-04-17 21:37:46 +0000 UTC
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How desperate to be humiliated can I possibly get?
Really starting to push the boundaries. Hung out right in front of my front door for 17 mins with landscapers working directly across the street, cars driving by, and people walking by. This was the longest recorded wedgie I’ve ever done! I need a whole new asshole after this one…
2023-04-14 23:35:20 +0000 UTC
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House got broken into, but the only thing that got robbed was my dignity. Trapped in a deep chair wedgie with my feet ziptied to the legs and my hands cuffed under the seat. Blinded by his crusty old jockstrap, I couldn’t get a look at who he was, but I can’t get the taste of him out of my mouth.
When I finally broke free after struggling for what seemed like 2 hours, I couldn’t help myself.. The feeling of being humiliated and degraded by another man in my own home.. the subordination to not defend myself to such power.. the overwhelming musk of pure masculinity… I stayed with my tighty whities wedged up my ass and his rank jockstrap over my face until I “came” to the realization that I’m a pathetic dork.
2023-04-05 22:20:17 +0000 UTC
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How many people can say that their favorite day is trash day? Hung around for a while patiently waiting for the potential of getting caught by the trash guys, and this time it finally happened!
There were two guys collecting the trash. Just as they hopped up on the back of the truck to pull away, I cried out, and the younger guy (early twenties) looked directly at me while I tried to dodge eye contact. When the truck pulls up to the next stop, you hear him say to the other guy, “What!? Did you not see that!? He was up on the door by his underwear!” 😂🙈
2023-04-02 02:00:50 +0000 UTC
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I guess I should have bought new work pants… My tighty whities were showing so my coworker decided to put them on full display before heading out for break. When he got back and found me still dangling, he decided to amp it up a notch by stretching my shirt over my face and dropping my pants to my ankles. (These videos feature audio laugh tracks)
Also included is a spontaneous hanging wedgie I did while on a walk one night. I was wearing a single pair of tighty whities and was really surprised that they actually held me suspended!
2023-03-26 23:25:55 +0000 UTC
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My roommate is convinced that this is the most efficient way to air out his sweaty jockstrap. I wish he wasn’t so proud to share his method with the rest of the world, at least…
2023-03-19 21:56:47 +0000 UTC
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Should I buy new work pants?
2023-02-12 17:34:29 +0000 UTC
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The justifiable fate of any loser caught wearing tighty whities… Just as nature intended!
This one was a close call. I was hanging right on a walking path and I heard a guy talking on his phone and walking his dog. I got myself down as fast as I could and threw my clothes on. He took the other path where it branches off about 50 feet away. I’m not convinced he didn’t see me and was just sparing me the awkward humiliation.
2023-02-08 22:38:21 +0000 UTC
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What do you get when you cross a chain link fence with a dork who wears tighty whities?
- You get what you f***ing deserve!
Something about hanging wedgies on a chain link fence hits differently. First off, there’s generally no easy escape plan for getting down (as it’s hard enough to get yourself up there in the first place). Then you face the humiliation factor of rattling the fence while you’re struggling to free yourself, practically ringing a bell to get everyone’s attention. You have a full 360 view of the loser while still hanging in the upright position. The waistband can be attached directly to the top around several points so that the tighty whities can hold with more durability, and when the waistband shreds, you can rehang the nerd by the leg holes!
2023-02-04 21:56:41 +0000 UTC
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A few close calls yesterday hanging out by my open window on a busy street. I was pretty much just a humiliation target for the garbage man, UPS driver, and mailman. The potential of being caught and humiliated is beyond thrilling, and if I keep this up, it’s only a matter of time.
2023-01-28 17:54:48 +0000 UTC
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In case anyone isn’t convinced that I’m a dork yet, this should serve as proof. I just discovered that I can jerk off hands free with my tighty whities lodged up my ass and constant pulls from the front sides of my waistband. It feels amazing with the pressure against my balls, cotton riding into my ass, and waistband stroking my dick. Would love to know if anybody else has done/does do something similar! My life has changed forever…
2023-01-22 16:43:40 +0000 UTC
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Humiliating atomic wedgie! (It was honestly so tight) Watch me stumble around blindfolded by my own briefs like a pathetic dork, and whimper as I try to relieve my pain and embarrassment. This one involves a lot of strong pulls from the back, some brutal yanks from the front, and a one last final stretch from the back before I’m able to snap the waistband of my tighty whities over my eyes. (Dick slip included!)
2023-01-20 02:26:48 +0000 UTC
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Two videos here!
Took the wrong path and crossed a group of jocks from the football team on the trail. They took my clothes and left me hanging in just my tighty whities in the rain. 😖
It’s all fun and games until you try to get down and you can’t 😅. I was genuinely stuck in my wedgie in the second video. What’s not shown is 5 minutes of me trying to position myself on the fence and attempting to unhook my leg holes from each post of temporary fencing. It’s always exhilarating when you realize that if anyone is to come, you’ll just have to hang in there and take the embarrassment like a dork.
2023-01-15 15:32:43 +0000 UTC
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