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Interactive wedgie short 4
“Mister Newman”, says Miss Masters as she reaches your table. She has raised one gray eyebrow, knocks against the floor with one of her shoes. “I think we should talk!” Kyle gulps. He was in this situation before – and it rarely worked out. He looks down and murmurs his agreement. He slowly stands back up and follows her out of the cafeteria. Secretly, without her spotting it, he reached in the back of his pants and picks his wedgie. “Well this is just fantastic”, says Tom as he reached under the table and puts his shorts back on. You sigh and help Mike back onto the bench. There is snickering and whispering around you. You don’t dare to look, but you suspect that Jason is also staring at you. Nobody at your table is in the mood for eating anymore. But if that weren’t bad enough, you hear the bell ringing. Time to get back to class. You sit at your desk in the fifth row and play around with your table. Miss. Miller, your math teache
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Interactive wedgie short 3
Your adventure continues. And strange things beginn to break up your usual reality. Have fun.
The bells have ringed. Masses of students leaf their classes and flow into the brightly lit cor-ridors. Some of them, you notice, are yawning or rubbing their eyes. Others are giggling or rolling with their eyes. But whatever the case… they all end up at the same place: the cafete-ria of Liberton High. They are several rectangular gray tables. Friends find to each other and a full ocean of conversation comes together to reach each and every ear around. Like many you usually end up with the same people, your friends: Kyle, Tom and Mike. Kyle wears a black Star Wars T Shirt and a headband of the same color. As usually his eyes are focused on his Ds, where he plays his newest game, Anno or something. Tom’s next to him, his plate filled with vegetables and… meatloaf? You’re not sure – and do you really want to know? Tom isn’t eating anything. But not because of
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The Journey of the wedgie 25
Hope you like it : D
Miles shook his head. Over and over again. And for some reason he just couldn’t take his eyes from Lights naked ass. The other boy lay on his side on the bed. Most of his body was covered in the dented blue cover. It wasn’t that thick a thing, apparently not meant for high royalty. Miles looked down at himself and noticed that he was hard, stimulated. But why? He frowned, tried to remember if he had dreamed anything… sweet. Unfortunately he often had problems remembering his dreams. Lost in thought he started to rub against his dick, all the while he moved his head from one side to the other, trying to find his clothes – namely his underpants. The rest was easy to find. His black shorts, the gray shirt and the dark green cape lay all over the floor. His underwear, however, was covering a switched of lamp on the table next to this bed. How…? Miles shook his head and put the underwear back on. He searched for a few minutes and finally fo
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Interactive wedgie short 2
“Yeah!”, shouts Mike as he snowboards’ down a large, snow covered hill. His hair is blond and spiking. The grin on his face is giant. You shake your head and look around yourself. Your standing in a wide hill area. From where your standing (you wear a thick blue jacket, high boots and a cap) you can see your home town! You weren’t sure if this trip was a good idea. You and your mum have debated this for quite a while. Your school offers several supervised trips during the year – even among holidays – and you never understood how teachers and students could choose to spend more time with each other than necessary. This is your first time ever in actually joining them. Usually you spend your time at home, watching movies and TV, playing video games or reading. Sometimes your grandpa took your for a forest walk or two. But not often. He’s usually all around, jumping from country to country, making one photo after another and eating whatever the hu
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The Journey of the wedgie 24
“You…” Eji groaned. He shook his head as Shintas hand landed on his privates. His dick instantly reacted and grew, a soft, tickling sensation went through Ejis body. Shinta mean-while raised head and looked Eji into the eyes. “Are you okay? Shall I… stop?” He had just tickled the top of Ejis penis with one finger. Eji bit into his lip, he was shaking. “I… you know… I…”, he stuttered. He gulped. Shintas touch seemed to create fire in his chest. His chest was moving, his heart whispering in favor of anything Shinta would be ready to do. Eji looked down and registered the bump in the white haired’s underpants. It was as if they were standing on the top of a staircase in the middle of nowhere. Shinta felt cold, as if it were snowing. And he felt… hot. “I’m not sure if we should do this!” Eji looked away, not that he was actually capable of hiding the small smile on his face. His face was red, hi
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The Journey of the wedgie 23
Good news: Today is national holiday here in switzerland! So I got a day off. Therefore I'm used the time (among other things) to work on some more stuff for you. I realise that this series doesn't have that much wedgies in it a the moment, or at the very least less than some would want, but I have to follow the way the story develops in front of me. That's not me complaining, this is me annauncing that there are a few new wedgie shorts in the making. So please stay tuned. Thanks for reading.
Eji couldn’t believe that this was actually true: he sat in the “lounge area” – together with Shinta! Roger had helped them to bring two mattresses to this place, alongside covers and pillows. All those giant windows, consisting of a mass of smaller, door like ones, surrounded them. Stars filled the sky – or at least as much as you could make out. Dark, gray clouds had begun to fill the sky. From time to time you would hear loud, ear breaking thunder growl. Eji didn
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The Journey of the wedgie 22
You know, live is funny. I spent the last few days rereading the entire series here. I sometimes have to so I don’t write something stupid. It’s always interesting, since there have been quit some weeks since certain episodes were published. It was almost as if I was reading them for the first time. And I was able to correct some really embarrassing mistakes I made. It's not always possible for me to do what I want to. But I hope you can enjoy this Episode. It turned out differently than I expected, which is the biggest fun when writing without a script. Thanks to all of you who were nice enough to stay on this long. I hope was able to keep you interested (it’s sometimes hard for me to understand how someone from the outside would look at this ongoing story). This channel was never meant to be this active. The positive reaction of people like you helped me to keep going and feel good about this. And about myself as a writer. I’m not a star, would probably be rea
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Journey of the Wedgie special - Roger's past 1
So let me tell you how it started. I remember it as if it had happened yesterday. I was pretty strong and good looking for as long as I can remember. My sister was pretty good looking as well, part of the cheerleaders and (interestingly enough) a pretty good student. Back when we had been kids, she had babysitted me. Pretty good all in all. Choice your own adventure books, films, games. But she had devolved her own form of… punishment. I seems ironic, considering what happened to me later in live, but I used to love walking around home in my briefs when we were alone. My sister didn’t mind, yet I knew that mum would have been fu-rious. I felt like a rebel. I didn’t dare to do it in front of my sister, but sometimes, when I was certain that nobody was seeing me, I would pull down the back of my underwear and shake my ass around… One day, I sat on the couch and was waiting for my sister to come back home. She had went to the market to get us some vegetables for di
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Ludella Hahn wedgie request (Ghostly Trio)
This request is for "Rammsteinfan1994". I hope this suits you, let me know if not.
Another day, another Job. Ludella Hahn suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and moved her body to the side. Her body was wrapped in thin black Uniform. It resembled an army uniform, yet simply much shorter and, well, transparent. And wasn’t even everything. Orange and yellow make up surrounded her strong eyes. Her hair was long and curly, had been turned into a bright red mass. Her colleague looked simply; Her hair was silver, her gaze surrounded by green and blue. They performed in front of a canvas, it showed the Chinese wall in warm summer. Ludella had no idea who the fuck had ordered this shooting. They both wore fake cat ears, moved around and presented what they had been born with. Carl, their bald-headed one, bearded photographer, was hidden behind his little camera. It produced photo after photo instantly as he rushed around, screamed directions and widened his grin more than it should be h
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The Journey of the wedgie 21
Sorry that it's a little late. I was playing around with some future wedgie shorts. Anyway, I'm trying to experiment with the length of my posts. Feel free to tell me if this is to short for you. As the next post I'm going to publish a request I did for Rammsteinfan1994. Hope your gonna like it and that your start into this week was good.
Steven forced himself to look Shiota into the eyes. His heart was beating ever so fast. “So… what is it?”, he asked slowly. Shiota rose to his feet. “You have just witnessed something truly amazing, you know? Itona is the future of our empire. He will bring us glory.” And then, while fingering around on his glove, he added: “Anyway, I think we should get going. We’re going to a meeting.” Steven raised an eyebrow. “A meeting? With who?” Shiota chuckled. “Well, with the emperor, of course.” This couldn’t be true. His ears had to be betraying him. Come on, I simply lost it, he
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Interactive wedgie short
This is for you in order to make up for the missed deadlines lately. Hope you like it. If the format works I could see myself coming back to it, so you could have something to look forward to if I should miss a deadline. There also pretty easy to prepare. Journey of the wedgie will continue next week, afterwards I'm planing on getting some requests done. You have one? Well, then let me know : D
You curse as you run down the stairs and enter the Kitchen. And it’s even worse than you expected: Not even your mother is still here. She usually works from home, with the exception of Thursday and Friday, since she helps out in a nearby restaurant. Does that mean that you forget about that? You shake your head. How the hell is his even possible? At least your sisters quit. She’s only eight months old by now and yet you already can’t wait for her to get old enough to stand on her own two feet. At first you were pretty annoyed about the pregnancy. You instinctively wondered: Am
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The Journey of the wedgie 20
So what had happened to Steven?
Shiota. The name raced through Stevens head like a lion on pcp. Who the fuck was Shiota? And why was he in a position to talk with him? He climbed up one pair of stairs after another – worse yet: They were build in a (seemingly) never ending spiral. And the few times, when he didn’t have to care about a god damn staircase, he was walking over actual indoor bridges! Indoor! Steven past flowerpots, fountains, shelves full of dark books. But nowhere was to be seen… right? Things changed once he past a group of about six kids. Five of them were girls with long, blond hair and soft blue eyes. Of them had a swollen lower lip, probably from a punch. The last one, however, was a boy with sharp yellow eyes and green hair. And he was walking in front of the others. While they wore short blue dresses, his body was hidden behind a long, dark blue… bathrobe? And a pair of white gloves served as an additional skin for his hands. Nearly all girl
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The Journey of the wedgie 19
Fun story, came right into a heavy rain storm on my way home. And of course I had to get ill on sunday (lucky me). But don't you fear, dear reader: I'm working on the following post and... a certain suprise. What is it? Well, who knows...
„Ouch!“ Shinta shouted while Roger held him by his underwear and continued to bounce him up and and down. Regularly he would, in the middle of that, change from the front of the others gray underwear to the back. The others stood around him, some with crossed arms, others with closed eyes and/or hands to the back of their heads. Miles was right next to Roger, holding his sword with both hands and casting anxious glances towards the Metal-Door in front of him. In fact, they were standing between the Metal-Door and a large, glancing glass wall on the other side. What was behind that glass wall? Air-Ships. They were large, black and full of windows and whine red flags. And they were located around a complicated net of stone platforms and walk
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The Journey of the wedgie 18
I feel like I have to say this far to often, but: I'm late, yes. And I'm sorry. I could of posted another explanation first, but that felt to cheep. I wanted you to get conent, no promises of future content. Was a little tough around here. Many things are going on. But I think I'm good overall. Anyway, I have something in mind to make up for the wait. So... stay tuned. Meanwhile, I hope you can enjoy this Episode of "Journey of the wedgie".
Miles smiled but slowly shook his head. “Sorry, didn’t do it. Honestly I have no Idea how this…” He blinked. Roger… was gone. He moved his head around and tried to find the other boy. “AH! FUCK! Hey, hey!” Shinta screamed as Roger pulled him up by the front of his waistband! The gray material vanished between his legs, caused him to kick through the air. His face was red and both eyes hugely widened. Light stood in the middle of the room and looked at the Knife in his left hand. He frowned. Alex stepped next
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The Journey of the wedgie 17
The guards appeared as they always did. They wore black armor, red caps. And two swords and knifes were connected to their belts. Miles wasn’t surprised that they were accompanied by the weird person in the large hood. He felt a cold hand punching against the inside of his stomach. He longed to look at Eji, at Light, at Alex. Actually, now that he thought about it, there were many boys in here that he really liked. He had talked to them, they had looked outside the window, eaten, drunken, joked. And now he was about to doom them all. He forced himself not to think about it. The main guard stopped in front of the bars and punched them with one of her iron fists. “Time for another round, your maggots! The door is going to be opened. You have thirty seconds. Any attempt to escape… and your dead.” She smiled. “Get ready! Now! Now! Now!” They did. Nobody was dumb enough to speak up. Roger was the only one who dared to roll his eyes. And even he only do it
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Ghost Wedgie (request)
I'm really sorry I'm so late. Let's just say I had a Family visit. Anyway, this request is for "Rammsteinfan1994". I hope you like it.
There were certain things you couldn't get around while being a citizen of westwork City. 1: was big Larry book hour, hosted by a guy capable of reading books in a way that even non-readers loved it. 2: The chillie festival in the mongomery Park. And 3 (exactly): The baseball game between the "Bloody Rex"es and the "blue eye"ers. It was before good marketing was invented. Anyway, Marcia Johnson wasn't exactly sure what to expect from this situation. In the past she had used to visit those games every single time. But back then her husband had still been around. She blinked against the tears and raised her chin towars the sky. It was dark, yet dominated by the mass of stars. Years ago, when Marcia had still been a kid, she had often visited her grandparents on their farm in the south. Both had been very religous. And once her grandfather had told her tha
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“Mister Newman”, says Miss Masters as she reaches your table. She has raised one gray eyebrow, knocks against the floor with one of her shoes. “I think we should talk!” Kyle gulps. He was in this situation before – and it rarely worked out. He looks down and murmurs his agreement. He slowly stands back up and follows her out of the cafeteria. Secretly, without her spotting it, he reached in the back of his pants and picks his wedgie. “Well this is just fantastic”, says Tom as he reached under the table and puts his shorts back on. You sigh and help Mike back onto the bench. There is snickering and whispering around you. You don’t dare to look, but you suspect that Jason is also staring at you. Nobody at your table is in the mood for eating anymore. But if that weren’t bad enough, you hear the bell ringing. Time to get back to class. You sit at your desk in the fifth row and play around with your table. Miss. Miller, your math teacher, is walking around the blackboard in her long dress, covered with images of birds and flowers. Her giant glasses make her look like an owl. And she’s thin enough to play a skeleton. You’re sitting next to the window, and you’re actually in the second floor. You see the concrete path that leads to this building, surrounded on both sides by grass and a row of bushes. Behind the bushes it the parking lot, cars of several different colors are shining in the sun. A black bird lands on a nearby tree branch and raises his head towards the sky. You sigh. Your underwear is still wedgied behind your shorts. It stings. It itches. You grimace and move around on your chair. But you’re surely not listening to your teacher. And, of course, she notices that quickly. “Foster! You would be well advised to keep your eyes open – and focus on the substance!” You gulp and stiffen on your seat. “Yes miss!” She looks at you for a long moment and then, slowly turns around again. Suddenly you feel a tug on the back of your shorts. Your eyes widen. The next one is on your briefs. “The fuck?”, a low voice reaches your ear. “Who gave you that one? You realize that your ass belongs to me, right?” It’s Jason. You lower your head and press a hand against your forehead. “As if you hadn’t had enough trouble already. Jason has a hand on your waistband. He plays around with his eraser with the other one. He smiles as you turn your head to the side and your gazes meet. Then he gives a strong pull that smashes you against the back of your chair. Your butt’s sticking out. Air’s kissing your butt. You wince, hold onto your desk. The first pull was already strong enough for you to break your own pencil. “Come on!”, you whisper. “Stop that!” A long green line is now connecting your behind with Jason’s fingers. “Hm… let me sink about it…” Jason pulls again. You feel your face turning red. You jump a little in your chair. Some of the others have noticed by now. Some are looking straight ahead, others exchanged glances or words. Jason continues to yank, pressing your butt against further in his direction. The front legs of your chair are already in the air. Johnny Chang pulls out his cell phone and makes photos of this fight. Vibrating back pockets, people pulling out their own cell phones and sending messages. You blush and try to forget that this is happening. Jason has given up any pretence by now and is giving you a real wedgie. You almost shriek as your leg holes are now under his control. The pull is THAT strong that you chair is now pressing against Jasons desk. Your arms are stretched out, your bend forward as your butt is being yanked higher and higher up. “Mummy”, you whisper. By now your waistband is high enough to be at the same high as Jason’s chin. Your ass is no longer on your seat. “FUCK!”, you scream. Jason giggles. He lets your underwear go and it snaps against your skin! You fall down your chair and land belly first on the ground. You groan and hold onto your crotch. Slowly, you fight yourself into a kneeling position. You grab on to your desk and stand up with shaking legs. Your underwear is hanging out of your shorts. Jason and his neighbor, Bill, and raises his eyebrows as if to say “well?”. Miss. Miller, however, crosses both arms in front of her and growl. “Do you think that’s funny, young one?” You feel so many eyes staring at you. It’s as if hundreds of arrows are piercing through your skin. You stare at your shoes and blush. “No”, you say truthfully. “It’s not funny at all!” “Well, at least we can agree on that! You report to me after class!”              
Your adventure continues. And strange things beginn to break up your usual reality. Have fun.


The bells have ringed. Masses of students leaf their classes and flow into the brightly lit cor-ridors. Some of them, you notice, are yawning or rubbing their eyes. Others are giggling or rolling with their eyes. But whatever the case… they all end up at the same place: the cafete-ria of Liberton High. They are several rectangular gray tables. Friends find to each other and a full ocean of conversation comes together to reach each and every ear around. Like many you usually end up with the same people, your friends: Kyle, Tom and Mike. Kyle wears a black Star Wars T Shirt and a headband of the same color. As usually his eyes are focused on his Ds, where he plays his newest game, Anno or something. Tom’s next to him, his plate filled with vegetables and… meatloaf? You’re not sure – and do you really want to know? Tom isn’t eating anything. But not because of sadness or something. On the contrary: His brown eyes are dreamy, a smile seems to turn his face into a star. His fork pierces through his stuff, yet his focus is clearly somewhere else. He has been that way for quite a while now. You have no idea why. You want to know, of course, but you haven’t found the right way of approaching yet… Mike pushes his glasses up his nose and cast a sympathetic look in your direction. He’s sitting next to you, so it’s hard to overlook what’s going on. You don’t answer. Instead you lower your head and grimace. You know why Mike is looking at you like this. Jason’s table is close to yours, two away from it to be precise. He and his goons are bend in each other’s direction, snickering and playing around with their food. Just as you notice that, Jason looks in your direction and throws a piece of his pudding at you! It smacks against your neck and runs down inside your collar. You wince, groan. Kyle looks up at you. “Your okay?”, he asks. “Never been better”, you sigh. You can hear Jason and his buddy’s exchanging high fives, their laughing. It’s impossible to know for sure without turning around… but you just know that at least some of them are pointing at you as they whisper. And you suspect that some from other tables are doing the same. You can feel your cheeks turning red. You see yourself standing up, walking up to Jason and spilling your coke over his head – at the very least. Not that you’re dumb enough to actually try that. You haven’t forgotten about the wedgie in the cottage. Your butt still hurts whenever you think about it. You have tried to keep away from him since then. Mostly it worked… mostly. You sigh, try not to give Jason any reason to continue this after School. Suddenly you’re unable to eat anything. Not the your sandwich or the salad are great anyway. A empty stomach could hurt your chances in class later – but who really cares at this point? You push your tray away from you and rest your chin in both of your hands. That’s probably too much already, however, your week was bad enough already. All you want is to get through afternoon and reach sweat, sweat weekend. Suddenly you hear a weird sound and look back up. Kyle has pressed his Ice Tea cub until it brook down, running the dark liquid all over your table! Your trays turn into islands as the first drops go for the tiles. But that’s not everything: Kyle’s face is red, a mask of pain and sorrow. You know this expression – but how is it supposed to make sense in this context? Nobody’s around, Mike and Tom are staring at him with big, surprised eyes. As do you. Kyle groans and presses both hands against his privates. “Yo, what’s up, man?”,  Tom asks and places his head on Kyle’s shoulder. His face is friendly… not for long. He shrieks as his blue briefs race up through the air towards his chin – right in front of your and Mikes eyes. You are about to ask what’s going on here… when something smashes against your knees. Surely no stone, but… You carefully look around before you dare to look under the table. And what do you see: Exactly, Tom’s shorts. They lay right in front of your Sneakers on the floor. Tom sits there, both hands in his lap, his back straight as an arrow. He blushes and looks around as if he could find any logic by doing that. Kyle sinks down until his chin is barely above the table. You and Mike exchange a confused glance… until Mikes red briefs are being pulled out of his pants and high up right in front of his forehead. He shrieks and falls over the bench until he lands on his back. Meanwhile your green underwear races up your ass and forces you to squeak and end up on your tip toes and the fabric uncovers your butt inside your shorts and presses against the top of your neck! You hands are in front of your chest, your pain forces you to bend all fingers as if you were a horror film monster. The pressure stops as quickly as it began and your feet land back on the floor. Mike still lays on the ground, his legs bend over the bench. He looks as if a row of stars were moving around his head in a circle. By now everybody has noticed something’s rotten in Denmark. You hear giggle, you hear whisper. And you don’t understand. His reminds you of that one time when something gave you wedgie out of nowhere. After you came back from the cinema. It happened a few weeks ago and you almost managed to forget it. And now this? What’s going on here? And as if this weren’t enough… Miss Masters, who’s in charge of preserving “order” over midday this week is walking in your direction. Her dark pig’s eyes are focused on Kyle’s spilled out coke and you just know that nothing good could ever come from her.                
Hope you like it : D

Miles shook his head. Over and over again. And for some reason he just couldn’t take his eyes from Lights naked ass. The other boy lay on his side on the bed. Most of his body was covered in the dented blue cover. It wasn’t that thick a thing, apparently not meant for high royalty. Miles looked down at himself and noticed that he was hard, stimulated. But why? He frowned, tried to remember if he had dreamed anything… sweet. Unfortunately he often had problems remembering his dreams. Lost in thought he started to rub against his dick, all the while he moved his head from one side to the other, trying to find his clothes – namely his underpants. The rest was easy to find. His black shorts, the gray shirt and the dark green cape lay all over the floor. His underwear, however, was covering a switched of lamp on the table next to this bed. How…? Miles shook his head and put the underwear back on. He searched for a few minutes and finally found Lights underpants under their bed. Their bed… They were actually two of them in this room. Next to each other. But why had they ended up in the same one? Miles sighed and touched the back of his head. He couldn’t for the live of him remember what had happened? He lowered his gaze and spotted a large, brown glass bottle that stood on the floor, backed by the entrance door. They had found in while searching the ship for anything that could be considered provisions. Light had found some happiness in this distraction – but not enough to really cheer him up. Miles blinked. His head was filled with mist. They had come in here… they had decided to each take a glass full of that gin. But how could that have ended up…? Why was he unable to remember anything? He had, sometimes, grabbed some alcohol in secret. That hat more often than not ended in him getting grounded. But he had been able to take in quite a bit. Was that gin just so strong? But there was an even more important question: What had happened for them to end up naked – and in the same bed? Had they…? Miles gulped. He crawled over to Light and shook him. “Yo, Light, wake up! Come on! I could really need some help right now!” Light groaned softly, murmured something Miles didn’t understand. He wasn’t even sure if it had been a real sen-tence. Normally this wouldn’t of been a big deal. Even Miles wasn’t that impatient. But now? He had to know what had happened between them! He frowned. He looked down and once again stared at Lights butt. He had seen it before, of course, but mostly in the aftermath of a wedgie. And, although it might be because of the gin, he couldn’t remember being that close to it before. He closed his eyes as his dick started to grow. The fuck had he dreamed. This couldn’t of happened because of Light, right? Right?? Miles growled, started to spank his friend in order to finally wake up. Lights ass was slowly getting some color. But he was still sleeping! What… the actual… fuck?! And so he shook him all over again. Then he looked ahead into the open door on Lights side. The room it lead to was pretty small, barely big enough for one toilet. The sink was actually on Miles side, build right into the wall. Miles had no idea who came up with this design. And he didn’t care. A plan began to form in his mind… He smiled and quickly pushed Lights bed right to the edge of this bathroom. He hoped that Light would wake up through the movement – and kinda hoped it would not happen. The latter was reality. Lights head was now a mere centimeter away from the toilet bowl. Miles took a deep breath… and pulled Light towards the toilet. He pushed his head into the water and flushed. No gin was strong enough to keep even Light sleeping. He woke up and pushed backward. He ended up back on his feet and coughed while water ran over his face in order to drop from his chin. Sometimes the trip went on from his shoulder. He grimaced and rubbed the water from his eyes. “The fuck?!”, he growled in Miles direction. He was now standing on the bed, wet hair pressing against his forehead. “Did you just give me a fucking swirlie?” Miles smiled, but it was a small one. He knew that Light was capable of giving him the beating of his live. And he wasn’t exactly eager to get that. So he spread his arms and stuttered: “You were sleeping, okay? I needed to wake you up!” “Why?” Light frowned. Then he looked down on himself… and noticed that he was naked. He blushed. And before he could say anything else Miles said: “I was naked too when I woke up! I swear!” He gestured. “Your undies are on the bed. Light looked next to his left foot and quickly put on the briefs. He clenched his fists and stared at Miles. He looked as if he were willing to kick Miles ass. Luckily he didn’t seem to notice the spanking he had gotten. He wasn’t even rubbing against his butt. Miles just stood there, not daring to move a muscle. Light had giving him a pretty hard wedgie after his hostage move against Shinta. And he had giving Roger a bad enough ass kicking to make the latter one give up an argument. Miles didn’t even gulp. He really didn’t want another wedgie. But he also didn’t want a beating. He liked Light. But perhaps he had underestimated his anger? Tension filled the air. It was thick enough to be cut into pieces. Light shook his head and sighed. “I always wondered how one of those things actually feels.” “So you never got one?” Miles chuckled nervously. “Well, you’re welcome… I guess?” “Wow are you funny!” Light grinned. “But what if it happens to you?” He cracked his knuckles and moved towards Miles. “Wait, wait! You can’t give me a swirlie!” “Oh, yeah? And why is that?” Light grabbed his by the shoulders. “We perhaps had sex!”, Miles screamed.

Ejis belly was filled by butterflies of various colors. He sat there on the sofa, his penis rock hard, and kicked through the air with his feet. But he wasn’t doing it out of fear or pain. Instead he was humming, his cheeks red and his smile strong and wide. This was new. What had happened between him and Shinta was special. He had never known that it could feel so good. Sex. The thought alone almost made him come all over again. Light had used to have a girlfriend. They had shared a lot of passionate nights in his bedroom, had often made out behind their home. Sometimes she had even given him, as Light told Eji, something called a  “hand job”. Was erotic side had existed in Ejis live had been limited to the wedgies he gave and got. Back when he and Light had lived on the street he had even opened a “wedgie booth” in order to earn SOME money for their survival. The imperial soldiers had sometimes given him angry or confused glances. But they had let him do and hadn’t even, as they often enough did with other entrepreneurs, taking half of his earnings. A good wedgie was art. It was like performing magic or walking across a rope. It required you to have patience, an open mind and trust. He had loved the wedgies Shinta and others had given him. The more forbidden they had been the better. He had never told his brother, since Light would have been really fucking mad, but sometimes, back in the days of the “wedgie booth” he taken his customers (mainly people in his age or teenager between fourteen and seventeen) into al-leyways, where he would be asked to strip down into his underwear and given wedgies while his belly was pressed against the walls of cold stone buildings. To be that close to naked in public… To know that they could be spotted at any time… It had been something of a differ-ent world. But it had been connected to a fight for survival. And with their various attempts in camouflage. Shinta had allowed to live his wedgie dream AND have a roof over his head. No changing hideouts after just a few days. No uncertainty. And he could give wedgies to others without the threat of a beating. His live had entered a new phase. It was scary and exciting at the same time. And it probably wouldn’t of happened like this if not for Miles plans to get them free. Was this the up side he had been looking for? Shinta sat next to him, their hips, the sides of their butts, pressing against each other. And they were even holding hands! Holding hands! They sat there for a few hours now, without uttering a single word. But not because of shame or embarrassment. Eji had sometimes, although not that often, shared similar things with Light, this way of keeping quit and yet understanding one another. This, however, was even stronger. They just stared at their naked toes. They smiled and blushed/giggled whenever they exchanged a quick glance. Eji leaned back against the sofa and stared at the airship ceiling. He felt peaceful. They both did. And for a while they had feared this would never be the case again. “Wow”, Shinta said, breaking the silence. “This was amazing, you know?” Eji looked at him. “You are amazing!” He softly punched the white haired boys shoulder. “Ouch”, Shinta laughed as he rubbed against his skin. He lowered his gaze and they said nothing for a few more minutes. “This was great”, Eji said. “I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea but… man.” “We should do it again.” Eji turned his head in Shintas direction. “Well, I, I mean… if you want to!” “Sure I would!” “You would?” Shinta looked away in order to hide the grin on his face. He blinked in order to hide the tears from his… friend? Boyfriend? Lover? He wasn’t yet sure how to classify what they shared. What he didn’t think of was that he, thereby, opened up his ass for a surprise wedgie. And Eji wouldn’t have been Eji if he had wasted an opportunity. He quickly yanked the gray briefs up to Shintas shoulder blades! Shintas eyes widened. But he just couldn’t keep himself from laughing. The soft material rubbed against his crack. The feeling was warm and soft. He felt as if he were lying on a cloud in heaven. “What are you doing? Come on! Let me go!” He tried to move around, but Eji and the wedgie followed him. The gray underpants string connected Shintas ass with his Ejis fingers. They moved around the entire room until the wedgie stopped. Eji slowly walked closer to his friend and only let go when the underwear was very close to Shintas butt anyway. His fingers touched the skin of Shintas ass. It was as if they had both swallowed a lightning bolt. “Does it hurt?”, Eji asked softly. Shinta thought about it. “It’s okay”, he said. But his friend seemed to disagree. He closed in and started to massage the butt of Shinta. His movement was slow and soft. Sometimes he would pull the waistband back, use one finger to wipe away a pearl of sweat from Shintas body. He leaned his head against the others back and felt his erection coming closer as Shinta sighed and groaned in satisfaction. “Eji…” Shinta blushed as Eji grabbed the lower region of his ass cheeks. “Should we really…?” He lowered his head and spotted bump in his own underwear. A small lake or flower seemed to grow from his dick. There they stood… until Shinta slowly turned around, placed one hand on each of Ejis cheeks and pulled him closer for another kiss. They breathed fast and heavy. Everything around them lost detail. Eji closed his eyes, placed his hand in Shintas briefs and played around with his penis. Shinta hesitated. Was this okay? Could he still ask something of anybody? But he hadn’t. And it felt so good… His crack was still warm and tickling. He groaned and told Shinta to take his hand away. Eji barely managed in time before the erection finally become reality and a deep sigh escaped his mouth. He bend over placed his hands on both of his knees. “Wow”, Eji murmured. He rubbed against the back of his neck with the “clean” hand, all the while he looked at the fingers of the other one. They were shaking now. But they had been in Shintas underwear mere minutes ago. He smelled Shintas body, his underpants. “You’re having fun?” They winced. It was Roger who leaned sat opposed to them. A red package of potatoes was on the left of him. His right hand was clenched around a green bottle. He stared at them. They both wondered what he had seen. How he would react. And yet he didn’t seem to care.  “I guess your all grown up now, huh?”, he told Eji. “Why don’t you carry on? I’ve seen worse porn. And it’s not like I can go anyway. Promised your bro to take care of you. And your boyfriend there.” He took a deep sip. Eji blushed. He was about to deny that they were a couple. And yet he couldn’t go all the way with it. He paused. Gulped. He didn’t deny it. But what if Shinta did? Seconds stretched out like chewing gum. And Shinta simply smiled at him. He returned it. It was great. And nobody, not even Roger, could ever take this away from them. Not that he didn’t try. “You had a good time?”, he asked. They exchanged a glance. “Yeah”, Eji said slowly. He had a bad feeling, wasn’t sure yet  where this ride would take him. “Good”, Roger grinned as he stood up and wiped the drink from his lips. His gaze wandered from Eji to Shinta and back. “You know what a good morning really, really needs?” “Uh, breakfast?” “A walk outside?” “Nope.” He threw Eji over his shoulder. “The invincible wedgie swirly combination!” He carried him away. Eji blinked. He was lost for words. Shinta, however, wasn’t. He growled and followed the other two out of the room.
“Yeah!”, shouts Mike as he snowboards’ down a large, snow covered hill. His hair is blond and spiking. The grin on his face is giant. You shake your head and look around yourself. Your standing in a wide hill area. From where your standing (you wear a thick blue jacket, high boots and a cap) you can see your home town! You weren’t sure if this trip was a good idea. You and your mum have debated this for quite a while. Your school offers several supervised trips during the year – even among holidays – and you never understood how teachers and students could choose to spend more time with each other than necessary. This is your first time ever in actually joining them. Usually you spend your time at home, watching movies and TV, playing video games or reading. Sometimes your grandpa took your for a forest walk or two. But not often. He’s usually all around, jumping from country to country, making one photo after another and eating whatever the human race has chosen to label “food”. He often sends you a book about the country he’s currently in – but except for Japan and China you somehow weren’t able to read them. And the pile get’s higher and higher. He sometimes asks you - causing you to get REEALY creative about yourself. You just can’t bring yourself to tell him the truth. Anyway, you sit on one of the many hills and follow your classmates with curious eyes.

The room is giant, a yellow glowing fireplace makes pretty much any lamp useless. The cottage is made out of wood. For some reasons there a paintings and photos of tropic islands, polar bears and New York City. Why new York city? Well, it’s not as if you designed this place. Mr Shapiro, your fat history teacher with the thick mustache and the blue pullover, is sitting in a sofa – sleeping. You’re not surprised. That poor guy isn’t exactly energetic, never has been. And that didn’t get any better since his wife left him. You even once spotted him crying on the school ground – after everyone had already left. Well, except for you. And why? You had fallen asleep ONCE in class and immediately got detention by your math teacher Ms. Miller. But of course she’s okay with Jason, the principal’s son, sleeping and gaming pretty much each and every day. You would never tell that to anyone, not even your friends, but back then you sat down next to the crying Shapiro and offered him to share your sandwich with him. He hesitated, but in the end he agreed and you actually shared quit a nice discussion… Speaking of who: Jason and his two regular buddy’s, Mike and Bill, are snickering as they fill Shapiro’s left hand (the arm hangs down towards the green carpet) with sour cream. After that Mike steps forward and tickles Shapiro’s nose with a gray feather. The result is obvious. And you thank whoever for Shapiro’s deep slumber. His face is now covered in that white… stuff! They laugh loud and clear – and your face get’s red and hard as your forced to watch these assholes. You caught them about a week ago. They were together in the boys bath room. And while Mike and Bill giving swirlys and wedgies to their newest row of victims, Jason sprayed a disgusting image of Shapiro catching his wife with a neighbor. You swore yourself to get him back for that. But you haven’t dared to try. The one time you tried this you ended up hanging from the school fence – a few feet away from the kid you tried to help out. Now you’re really angry. And so you run through the room and punch Jason in the face! He obviously didn’t see it coming. He lands on the ground, Mikes and Bills eyes widen in surprise. They gasp (and their not the only ones) and quickly help their leader to stand back up again. The action seems to take half a year until it’s done. Jason stares at you, his left hand rubbing against the matching cheek. Part of you wants to run away, hide beneath your bed for the next twenty years and hope for the best. The other kids are all looking at you, some don’t even dare to breath. That isn’t exactly helping. You force yourself to look Jason into his stupid face. “Well, look who we have here”, Jason sneers. “Your pretty brave, Loser – or stupid. Deepends, I guess.” He snaps and Mike and Bill move faster than you would of dared to believe in. Suddenly their hands are clenched around your arms. Your eyes get huge. You shout at them and demand to be let free. Instead they pull you towards Jason and turn you around. “Pantsing!”, he snickers. And soon your jeans are around your ankles. “Not that bad – it’s at least better than I would of thought.” Jason comes closer and grabbles your waistband. He pulls your underwear in his direction and lets it snap back. You wince. But you sure as fuck won’t give this asshole the satisfaction of making you beg or cry. Jason laughs in your ear. He pulls your underwear just a little bit higher. You grimace. The white fabric rubs against the top of your crack. This doesn’t hurt, it almost tickles. But you know this is about to change – and so it comes. Jason yankes your underpants towards the chandelier above you! You let out those surprised moans and groans of someone getting a pretty hard wedgie. Jason starts to tug your briefs up your ass, mere seconds before he starts to bounce you up and down. You curse and try to think about something, ANYTHING else but this. Many other students are staring, unable to look away. Some are even laughing. The group think has already begun to sink in. Jason let’s your waistband snap against your skin. You feel dizzy, it’s as if someone’s playing football inside your head. Your briefs are so high up that you feel them pressing against your shoulder blades. You groan your voice higher than normally. Your cheeks are red, tears of pain are in your eyes. There you stand, bend over, your legs spread wide apart. All you want at this point is to go in your room, fill your underpants with ice cubes and – if you’re really lucky - find time and opportunity to clean Shapiro’s face back up. Jason takes his sweat time grabbing your underpants, he pulls them up slightly – several times. “I really don’t like you”, Jason admits. “But I have to agree that your punch back there… it did really…” And he pulls your underwear even higher! You shriek as your feet leave the ground now. Your ass is on fire. You feel your cheeks being pressed apart from each other. Sweat covers your body, your eyes are being shut closely by this goddamn pain. The front of your briefs moves into the room between your legs. You can’t help yourself – you start crying. You want to beg, but you can’t even form one functioning word. You can now fill your underwear being pulled over your head. Mike and Bill yank your head back and Jason pulls it down until even your nose is covered in white. They let you go and you stumble to the floor. “Hurt”, you murmur in defeat. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I was about to say!” Jason laughs. Suddenly he doesn’t even seem to care about you anymore. He scratches his stomach and walks away – his two lap dogs follow him instantly. Mike looks over his shoulder and laughs at you. You sigh and slowly stand back up. Kyle, your best friend with the black hat, comes closer and helps you to get rid of your underwear. You give him a small smile and pull your pants back up. You groan and walk up the stairs into your room. Kyle tries to cheer you up, get you to go for a walk or something. You’re not sure what he says and you don’t care. There will be other battles, but you don’t hesitate to label this one a god damn failure. Sooner or later you’ll get Jason back. And that day will be fucking sweet!
“You…” Eji groaned. He shook his head as Shintas hand landed on his privates. His dick instantly reacted and grew, a soft, tickling sensation went through Ejis body. Shinta mean-while raised head and looked Eji into the eyes. “Are you okay? Shall I… stop?” He had just tickled the top of Ejis penis with one finger. Eji bit into his lip, he was shaking. “I… you know… I…”, he stuttered. He gulped. Shintas touch seemed to create fire in his chest. His chest was moving, his heart whispering in favor of anything Shinta would be ready to do. Eji looked down and registered the bump in the white haired’s underpants. It was as if they were standing on the top of a staircase in the middle of nowhere. Shinta felt cold, as if it were snowing. And he felt… hot. “I’m not sure if we should do this!” Eji looked away, not that he was actually capable of hiding the small smile on his face. His face was red, his cheeks al-most burning. “Why not?” Shintas voice was calm, as were his eyes. And he waited. “I… I don’t know! You know that someone could come in anytime! And that’s if nobody’s already watching us.” “But why should they care? It’s not illegal to… you know… And it’s not like I’m able to brainwash you or something. It’s just… We could both use some relaxation, right? Even your concerned brother has agreed to us. Don’t you think that he saw this here as a possibility?” He hesitated. “And don’t you want it to happen?” Eji looked down at his lap. He played around with his thumbs. Finally he looked up and said: “Yes, yes I do!” Shinta grinned. His hands wandered around Ejis waist. Then he grabbed the underwear fabric, yanked it upwards, stood up and pulled Eji close to himself. Eji gasped. This was it. This was exactly what he had hoped for. His brother had been pretty good in giving wedgies. Same for Alex or Miles. Margun was a genius. But Roger had often pushed it. And his wedgies after escaping were simply brutal! Shinta knew exactly how strong to pull, to comfort Ejis ass with his own underpants. Their bodies were rubbing against each other, their bellies. Eji was standing on his tip toes. His lips, still shaking, were less than a centimeter away from Shintas own. They stared at each other. And Shintas eyes grew wide as Eji pulled down his gray underwear! Shinta gasped, looked down as his underpants landed around his ankles. Eji raped his hands around Shintas butt and pressed against the cheeks. By now it was Shintas time to groan. They gasped. Slowly he got a hold on Ejis underwear. “You’re sure?”, he asked. And Eji laughed. “You bet!” So it was his underwear’s turn to fall down some young legs.

“AH! Ouch! Ouch!” Miles whines as Drake pulled his briefs even higher. By now he was standing on his tip toes. The front of his very own tighty whities covered his belly and moved towards his chest. And if that wasn’t enough: His shorts were starting to sink down his body. Miles’ eyes were wet as the waistband reached his neck. “Ups, that that hurt?”, Drake taunted as he lifted his brother into the air. He was strong enough to keep the younger boy in the air with one hand, so he could use the other one to pull those damn shorts down and threw them into a corner.  His brothers butt was on full display now, as it had been over and over throughout their youth. “Come on! Stop it! PLEASE!” Miles tried to run through the air, in vain. Drake bounced him up and down. “So here’s the deal: An atomic – but you’re allowed to stay in your room. Thirty Melvin’s – but you’re allowed to hide the wedgies with your clothes. Or…” Miles grimaced. He grabbed his crotch and pressed his eyes shut. “Or what?” Drake smiled. “Or a swirly and fifty spankings – bare butt, naked.” He raised his eye brows. “You decide. And I’m going to order myself a pizza while you think about this.” He hung up Miles by his underpants on a coat hook, crossed both arms behind his back and eyed his pained brother up and down. “Have fun…” “Hanging around, I know”, Miles muttered, his gaze focused on his stretched out legs. “Yeah, very good, Loser!” Drake winked and patted Miles cheek. After that he yawned and went up the stairs to phone up the nearest pizzeria. Miles looked down, touched the back of his head and sighed deeply. He had been dumb enough to think he could just get his skateboard and go outside again in order to meet his friends at the park. But of course his brother had been there. He always seemed to know when e possible target was near. Jimmy, the only little brother Miles had, had called it “The butt signal” – of course while pulling his red briefs out of his crack. Most of his siblings were outside, campaigning for Shinto. He was oldest one of them and longed for a seat in the senate. This was a joke in Miles mind, since every decision from that senate had to be approved by the emperor – and could be undone by a mere signature of her. But on the other side such a position brought prestige and valuable connections. And a long, brutal fight. Not everybody admitted it, but all the senators wanted to be the direct advisor of the emperor, the vice president. Miles wasn’t sure if his brother was strong willed enough for that. Drake, however, would of simply tried to punch the crap out of his contesters. But he wasn’t a valuable choice anyway. Drake was a weird guy. Miles couldn’t remember his big brother ever talking about future plans even once. Where would he go? What would he do? At the moment he seemed pleased with beating up his younger siblings, giving them swirlys and wedgies and spankings. But he couldn’t do that forever. They would all leave alone at some point. He had to be thinking about his future… right? Drake had worked in grocery shops and bakeries before, sure. But he had never been able to keep those jobs. Their mother had had a different mental line. She had worked hard, sometimes spend days without sleep, in order to find a job and earn some money. And even after meeting her husband she had tried to teach this to her children. “Ah”, Miles whined as his toes almost touched the floor. His face was red. He shook his head and put a hand between his butt and the underwear piercing through it. Miles placed both feet on the wall, in order to secure himself, and tried to unhook his briefs from the coat hook. He knew that Drake wouldn’t like this, but the pain was just to much for him. And since he was in a position of choosing one of three beatings… he wasn’t going to like this anyway. Unfortunately he lost his balance, so that Miles found himself lying on the air, his arms and legs stretching towards the thick and green carpet, his butt exposed for everyone to be seen. “Fuck It!” And Miles placed his chin in both of his hands. This was what he hated: getting used to the wedgie. He could of tried to keep his humiliation from becoming steady – probably. But he wasn’t in the mood for that anymore. And he had giving up on hoping that his underpants would rip before Drake came down. He knew how this went. Drake would come down with a whole bunch of briefs any not let Miles go before they all were ripped into shreds. Perhaps he would allow him to choose after that, perhaps before. But he would add this anyway. And indeed he heard someone coming down the stairs. Miles gulped. He winced. The sudden movement send nails through his crack. It was his brother – but not Drake.  “Ouch, hanging wedgie, huh?” It was Freddy. He was a year older than Miles. His hair was long and black, his incisors just a little bit sharper than that of anybody else. Miles had never found out why this was so, only that Freddy and their father had argued loudly about it – which ended with their dad winning and Freddy being grounded for a month. Miles adored his guy. Not only because Freddy was a pretty gut magician (his shows were great, he had done several appearances on the campaign trail) but also because he was the only one of them who dared to fight back against their older brother Drake. Freddy and Drake fought each other on pretty much every single day, sometimes more serious, sometimes less. Now granted, Freddy often enough ended up naked, his ripped underpants pulled down his chin, but he had also managed to give Drake some damn hard wedgies, a few black eyes and once even a missing tooth. But there was also something else about Freddy: When he was at home he also wore the same stuff: A white shirt and his briefs underwear. Their dad hated any form of nudity. He liked having sons, but he often admitted, behind closed doors of course, that he viewed the conception, the sex, as an “unpleasant duty”. Pajamas were one thing. He sometimes grimaced at the, yet they were not forbidden. But Freddy in underpants? Especially when the pair usually was a little too big, so that it would slip down a little, reveling some skin, the top of the crack. Miles forced himself to smile. He raised a hand in a greeting gesture. “What’s up?” Freddy laughed and pointed at him. “You, it seems.” He sighed. “Drake, right?” “Sure!” The rest of their brotherhood exchanged wedgies or spanks from time to time. But wedgies like this one had a clear signature. Freddy stepped closer and held out his arms. “Come on, I’ll get you down.” “Are you nuts?” Eji blinked in disbelief. “Drake wants to beat me up. AND he expects me to wait here. If I get down…” “Stop crying and let me help you? Do I need to beat you up before you get it?” He didn’t wait for a response. And so he unhooked the briefs and allowed his little brother to land on his feet. Miles wasn’t sure what to hold on to: His butt or his privates. Therefore he used one for each. His underwear was so stretched out that it could have fitted a boy twice as high or wide as he. “Pick your wedgie – do I have to do anything?” But Freddy didn’t sound mean. He smiled and yanked Miles’ briefs out of his crack. “AH!”, Miles screamed. He lowered his gaze and spotted that his undies hung down enough to almost touch his ankles. He grimaced. “Thanks.” Freddy shrugged. “No problem. Now come, I’ll get you a shake.”  “Well…” Miles wasn’t sure what to say about this. He could use one of those fruit shakes. And a discussion with a GOOD Brother would possibly distract him from the pain, the itching in his crack. But there was another side to this coin. “What about Drake? You know what he’s going to do if I leave!”  But Freddy simply snorted. “We’ll pack your stuff and then we go for a shake and some fries. So, that’s my last word. Now go! I’ll take care of Drake.” “Oh, really?” Freddy screamed once Drake appeared behind his brothers and pulled their underpants up to the top of their head. He smiled, enjoyed the moment… and pulled the fabric over their heads, where he allowed it to snap back. “I tell you! Nothing’s better than kicking loser butt!” Drake laughed and smacked against their asses. Miles winced. He could see this beating coming from a mile away. He played around with his thumbs and tried to find an excuse. He could probably throw Freddy under the bus and get a lesser ass kicking. Drake would believe him – and he would like that Miles was scared enough to rat out his brother in order to get that treatment. But he just couldn’t do it. Meanwhile Freddy, even though he was grimacing and sweating, grabbed his waistband and pulled his underwear back down to his butt. He slowly turned around and stared at Drake.  With one hand he undid Miles’ atomic wedgie and said: “You heard what I said. I’ll get you when I’m finished here.” “Or I will”, Drake taunted. “But, Fred..:” “Get out of here! Now!”, Freddy ordered. Miles frowned. He cast a quick glance at Freddys exposed, wedgied butt. He felt as if someone had forced him to eat rotten cheese. This was his fault. And now Freddy is going to protect him in a battle. He could probably win, or at least it wasn’t impossible. But had he been fighting now without Miles being in trouble? Well, it was a risk to walk around Drake in your underwear…. Miles sighed, shook his head and ran up the stairs. He quickly got dressed in black shorts, a gray shirt and shining sports shoes. He sat down on his bed, lowered his gaze and tried to blend out the world around him. He could hear his brothers fighting. Their grunts, their screams. He wasn’t exactly sure what awaited him if Freddy would win. BUT he knew very well what Drake would do if he won. Minute came after minute. Miles was shaking. He tried to forget what came before. He tried to forget what would come. He cast a glance to tirano, his little silver dragon, who slept in a gray cage. It was filled with yellow straw and a small red rubber ball. He was quit, he was peaceful. And he was a present that his mum had brought back from her last trip. If he could, why not Miles? “Stop staring holes into the air – we need to go.” Miles looked up in surprise. Yes… Freddy stood there, his head covered in a new atomic wedgie. He wore a few bruises and he seemed close to a black eye. But he didn’t seem troubled and so Miles took it that Freddy had actually won the fight. But if the victor came back with an atomic wedgie… what had happened to the loser then?

Miles blinked, yawned and rubbed against his eyes. He sat up and tried to get a hold on the world surrounding him. It was dark. Through a large window wall he could spot the sea, a sky filled with stars. Where was…? Then the memorys came back to him. He turned his head to the side and saw Light lying in the same bed as Miles. With his back to him. Naked. Miles frowned. Could air touched his skin. He looked down and noticed that he himself was naked. What the hell had happened here?

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Thank you. Same to you : D
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crb145 Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2017
Hey do you think you could do digimon wedgie stories were the digimon get wedgies?
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kingstory3 Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2017
Maybe, never thought of that. I'm not finished with watching the first season yet, but still, which ones would you think of?
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crb145 Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2017
Maby one with veemon and agumon
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