#Wedgie games for boys full#

But he didn't stop, like the first guy did, but kept pulling. He grabbed the waistband of Sams slip, and pulled it up. Charlie stepped forward, grinning with joy. Do your best”, the small guy ordered one of his friends, a rather buff one. He had mentally prepared himself for something like this. “This is fine, just give me some wedgies”, he thought. Sam just looked, trying not to react, despite his face already red like a tomato, again.

“What did you do, loser? Did you make your classmates angry? I mean, with that face, I'm not surprised.” One of them stepped forward, a rather slim, small boy with spiky hair, who you could guess to be a jerk, just by looking at him. This was actually perfect, exactly what he wanted.

Sam thought about taking of his bonds, but stayed strong. “Haha, guys, look at this!” The other two turned back, and all three got a horrifying look of glee. Two actually had missed him, but the third one started to laugh, when he realized what he saw.

#Wedgie games for boys full#

That class was known for being full of such people, so it wasn't as bad as it might sound – everyone got their payback in due time – but these were still the worst of the bunch. The were jerks, not quite bullies, but loved to find a victim and have a bit of fun with it. Sam gulped, realizing that he knew them, at least from sight. This time, there were three, and they nearly passed him by, like the other guy. Being found tied and gagged felt, despite everything, embarrassing. It was still irritating, when the door opened the next time. He waited, no hoped, for the next boy to enter the bathroom. It was too exciting, realizing that this was exactly as he had hoped it would be. No stupid questions, no explanations, just wedgies from someone else, forcibly applied to him. “Well, hope you learned your lesson.” With that, he did his business and went away, not giving Sam a another glance. The guy repeated this a few times, before getting bored. But now, he realized that it had been worth it. It was an insanely exciting moment, not knowing what would happen next. From the moment he saw the other student, he was paralyzed, his face feeling hot from shame. A wedgie, that he didn't give to himself, that he had no control over. Sam grunted, feeling and enjoying the light pain. Well.” And with that, he went behind Sam, grabbed his slip and pulled. “What did you get punished for, dude? Oh, sorry, you can't talk. A mean grin appeared on his face, while reading the note. A big guy, probably one or two classes above Sam, nearly walked by without seeing the tied and gagged boy in the stall, but stopped in surprise, and turned. While he had set a timer, to remind him when he would have to go, there was no way for him to check the time. It took forever, until the door opened again. But he just had to remember, that he could get out, whenever he wanted. Whoever had come in just washed his hands, and went out, without ever taking a look at Sam.Įxhausted, he leaned back, his eyes closed. He waited, as excited as he was scared, but no one appeared. It took all his strength, not to struggle out of his bonds, and close the door to his stall. His heart felt, like it would bump out of his chest, though, as he heard the bathroom door open. Which wasn't much different from what people thought about him, anyway. At worst, someone would think he was a big weirdo. He realized, what he set himself up to here. There is still time to stop.” He could put these thoughts away. It was the perfect opportunity, with nothing else for him to do.Īs long as no one opened the door, Sam could easily ignore the nagging voice in his head, that told him how stupid this was. Sam had to wait for the bus, for three more hours. The school was mostly empty at this point, with only a few students left, who had classes during the afternoon. His nerves slowly calmed down, as no one came for quite some time.

Offers as many wedgie-opportunities, as desired.”) and fulfill Sams dream – to receive wedgies, from someone else but himself. For someone to come inside, read the note he had taped onto his black hoodie (“Punishment for being a loser. It was quite a bit of work to prepare the rope, the night before, in a way that looked like his hands were stuck inside the loops, while still being lose enough to take out, with a little bit of struggling.Īnd now, the wait began. But being unable to see the rope behind his back, and with his hands unsteady, it took quite a bit of time, until the hands were both inside the loops. Sam had prepared a piece of rope, looped and with the ends tied together, so he only needed to put his hands through. It took a few tries, before it actually covered his whole mouth. Even applying it was complicated, as his hands were shaking like crazy. Sams heart pounded heavily, as he put a piece of duct tape over his mouth.