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Bran was walking back to his room; he had just helped his brothers get revenge on Theon by giving him a huge wedgie. Well Bran’s contribution wasn’t great, he was happy with his revenge, but he wanted more. As he walked, he had an idea. Instead of going to his room he walked into his little brother, Rickon’s room. There he found Rickon playing with Tommen Baratheon. He walked in and shut the door behind him. “Hey Rick, whatcha doing?” He asked with a smirk. Tommen was sitting on a chair in the corner and Rickon was lying on his stomach on the bed. Before he could answer Bran’s question, Bran jumped on him, sitting on his back. “Hey, what are you doing?” Rickon asked confused as Bran wrapped his fingers around Rickon’s waistband. When he yanked up, he revealed Rickon’s green cartoon briefs. Rickon squealed and wiggled trying to relieve the pain. Bran laughed and tugged a few more times. Remembering what Theon had done to him he dragged Rickon to a hook and with all his might heaved

Thornwood Academy may have appeared normal from the outside, but from the inside, the men only academy was a hotbed of bullying and hazing. Designed specifically for troublemakers and delinquents, because of this, the school ran almost like a large fraternity. The strict dress code only worsened the situation. Every student had their wardrobe replaced upon enrollment, which was a blue polo shirt and cargo shorts, including their underwear being swapped out for military-grade tighty-whities. This made it easy for bullies to target their victims, as everyone now wore the same nerdy underwear. As a result, wedgies became a common form of torment. Whether you were a dork, a regular guy, a jock, or even a wannabe tough guy like Logan, your ass wasn't safe from a brutal flossing. The selecting of victims was almost entirely random, like throwing a dart at a board. However, if you were to stand out in any way, you were practically asking for your own bully. September 3rd, 20xx It was

Tyler had woken up the next day with a nervous and exhausted groan. He had trouble sleeping the night before, not only because he was forced to sleep in tighty-whities instead of his old boxers, but also because of the looming dread of fulfilling his end of the deal with Cedric. Until then, he had never really paid attention to Cedric's interests or activities. One thing he noticed yesterday was how much of a gym rat Cedric was; he had his own secret stash of protein powder, and even his own set of dumbbells out in the open. Tyler realized he had been so caught up in his own life that he had no idea how much of a jock Cedric was himself. He had to keep reminding himself that Cedric was not only the most boring person on earth, but just his little brother, and surely the incoming wedgie session wouldn't be too horrible. However, knowing that Cedric was nearly as strong as he was only made Tyler more nervous. He hoped Cedric wouldn't take things too far, but he couldn't shake off the

Cedric was just an average guy, but unfortunately, he lived in the shadow of his more successful jock brother, Tyler. At school, Cedric wasn't considered a dork, but he wasn't popular either; he was simply known as "Tyler's little brother." While it spared him from being targeted by bullies afraid of facing Tyler and potentially getting thier ass kicked, it also meant that Cedric struggled to establish his own identity. This issue extended beyond school and seeped into Cedric's home life. As the younger brother, most of Cedric's clothes were hand-me-downs from Tyler. He wore old basketball shorts with holes, permanently stained tank tops, and shoes that still reeked. Unfortunately, even his underwear consisted of Tyler's old tighty-whities. Cedric often asked his parents for boxers like his brother's, but with most of the family's budget blown on Tyler's aspirations of becoming a pro basketball player, he was met with the classic excuse: "There's just not enough money." What

Bullying has always been an issue at Evergreen High, but lately, it's been spreading like wildfire, especially among the younger students. It's not that the senior bullies have disappeared, they were still the most feared amongst the school's nerds. However, some of them had seemed to be mellowing out, whether it be because of college looming around the corner or trying to focus their relationships with their high school sweethearts. With the seniors easing off, a new wave of freshmen bullies emerged, eager to fill the void and assert their dominance. The new jocks didn't have any long-term concerns holding them back. They're filled to the brim with unchecked, unfiltered confidence. They didn't care who they targeted or how much older their victims were; to them, any dork, big or small, is fair game. Unfortunately for Ryan, the perennial loser who was now a senior, had become a prime target for these freshman bullies. As the first day back to school dawned, Ryan found himself

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After swallowing his nerves, Zack prepared to start his day, he dropped his towel as he walked towards his drawer, he sighed as he put on a new pair of tighty-whities, bracing for the inevitable flossing his ass was bound to endure later that day. In an attempt to alleviate the swelling and aching in his balls, he grabbed an ice pack from his mini-fridge and strategically placed it in the crotch of his undies. The hope was that the cold would offer some relief before the impending ordeal. Opting for comfort over style, Zack threw on a grey muscle tee paired with black gym shorts. Laziness from his lingering hangover played a role in the decision. Just to be prepared, he stashed extra undies in his gym bag, silently hoping that he wouldn't have to resort to using them. Completing his hasty morning routine, Zack took out the ice pack from his crotch, giving a moment of relief to his numbed balls. Discarding the icy remedy, he felt a mix of nerves and determination as he prepared to

BEEP BEEP BEEP The blaring sound of his phone alarm rudely jolted Zack awake. Groaning, he fumbled to turn it off, only to be greeted by the merciless throbbing of a killer hangover. Yet, as he attempted to piece together the remnants of the previous night, a different kind of discomfort caught his attention. His asscrack felt like it had been through a war, and as Zack reached back, he encountered nothing but shredded remains of the undies he'd worn the night before, some still uncomfortably lodged deep in his ass. Gasping in pain, he explored further, realizing that his taint and balls weren't spared either. "What the hell happened last night?" he muttered, perplexed by the sensation of a wedgie – something he'd only associated with cartoons and old outdated bullying tactics. Shrugging off the confusion, Zack reasoned that the blackout level of his drunkenness had conveniently erased his first-hand experience of a wedgie. Opening his phone to check Instagram, he discovered a series

"A-are you sure this is a good idea?" Ash spoke nervously as he tried his hardest to keep his balance in his new roller skates. He wobbled unsteadily on the smooth concrete as he clung onto Chris for dear life. "Well, it's not my fault you opted for something tricky," Chris retorted with a grin, holding onto Ash's hips to steady him. "Don't worry, Ash. You'll get the hang of it soon enough." Ash's cheeks flushed pink as he felt Chris's hands on his hips. He had always secretly admired Chris's carefree attitude and his ability to make friends so easily, despite being his polar opposite in almost every way. Ash was a small femboy who had always lived a posh and sheltered life, while Chris was outgoing and had a rebellious streak. Chris had always wondered how the hell Ash made it all throughout high school without being bullied, considering he usually got crap for different insignificant reasons. Ash had always worn a skirt with high knee socks, and he always had this pouty brat

As months turned into a full year of non-stop daily wedgies, Justin's once rebellious spirit was dwindled to one of a jumpy school girl. The constant pain and humiliation had taken a toll on him, his ass especially."Three more years of this shit.." he grumbled to himself knowing his problems were far from over. Justin was at least relieved he got at least a month off of his classes which meant he wouldn't have to deal with any more wedgies or any other kinds of ass related torture for that matter, at least a while. He shuttered as he remembered one of the last wedgies he had received that year involved him hanging by the back of some extremely thin laced panties instead of his usual tighty-whities. Which was terrible and embarrassing on it's own but of course it wasnt enough for his tormentors. Before they left him in his hanging wedgie they had bent him over and lubbed up every inch of his ass even fingering him a little, the slimy feeling being new to Justin. The worst was yet to