Themes: wedgie, alpha male, muscle stud, tattooed male, self wedgie, clothes destruction, humiliation, gay, gay humiliation, underwear, atomic wedgie, tighty whities, bully, gymbro, gay bully, self humiliation, male ass, stripping, male wedgie, gay wedgie, solo male, nudity I’d just gotten back from the gym, drenched in sweat and feeling unstoppable—another PR smashed, another mirror double-check to confirm I still looked like the apex predator I am. As I peeled off my shirt in front of the mirror, catching the flex of my traps, a random memory hit me. All those times I’d given wedgies back in school—yanking someone’s waistband for a laugh, asserting dominance over anyone dumb enough to cross me. I smirked, but the thought lingered. What did that actually feel like? Could it really have been that bad? Curiosity got the better of me. Grinning like an idiot, I hooked my thumbs into my boxers and yanked hard. The pain was instant—sharp and humiliating in a way I didn’t expect. “What the hell?” I muttered, stunned at how much it actually hurt. No wonder people always yelled or squirmed. Shaking my head, after a few minutes of pushing my tighty whities as much as I could, almost making it an atomic wedgie, I let go, letting the elastic **** back, although it looked much looser than before. Maybe next time I’d go easier on people—or maybe not. Some lessons were just better learned the hard way. 3rd pov.
