Shinji walked past the gray lockers, their vent openings like outer space’s black holes. The light blue tile-floor squeaked beneath the boy’s white sneakers. A heavy blush slept on Shinji’s face; he forced himself to smile and waved awkwardly, so many gazes glued to him. Boys and girls; he saw their shiny eyes, heard their murmuring and whispering. They gifted him so many side-glances, pointed at him, whenever they’d feel safe. And the words “pilot” and “Eva” jumped around like rubber-balls. Shinji gulped and grabbed his backpack’s straps tight enough to color his knuckles white. He still saw it, saw the giant monster with the dark eyes and the white face, assaulting his arm and brain. The mere memory made Shinji wince, grabbing his arm with the other’s hand, as he looked around, satisfied that nobody seemed to notice. Pretty much since day one, he’d been a star of sorts.
This, quite frankly, was weird as hell. Shinji, somebody who’d often wished to vanish into nothing, was under constant supervision and attention: and yet nobody saw him, not really, as he was nothing but a tool of sorts, for almost everybody, a blank wall onto which they could project whatever they desired. Sometimes Shinji felt warm and happy, leaning back on the school-yard’s benches, answering his peers’ eager questions, relaxed in voice and smile. On other day’s he’d struggle to get out of bed in the morning, grabbing his cover like a support-teddy, his eyes as wet as his lips shaky. Misato was cool, was relaxed and independent. In many ways, Shinji admired her, despite her overly close bond with alcohol and her inability to cook. Most importantly; Misato knew how to leave Shinji alone. And his father even more so… ha!
Shinji granted himself a bitter smile. Then he turned around the corner and entered the area of the school’s swim-team. The shy boy looked around, absently aware of the walls’ posters and flyers, every color of the rainbow. Nobody was here… Shinji took a deep breath, pushed the double-door open and found himself on a locker room’s green tiles. Four benches were spread throughout this room. And the painted lockers made Shinji shiver, given that his childhood had consisted of several wedgies, spankings and, well, “locker-sleepovers”. The boy bit his lip, moves his left foot up and down and searched for any signs of company. All to no avail. So Shinji entered one of the cabins, locked the door and stripped into nothing but his white briefs. A rectangular mirror was the cabin’s core. Even Shinji, who mostly walked around with a lowered gaze and clenched butt cheeks, couldn’t help but turn around and study his butt’s reflection. He swung his hips around, slow motion his best friend. And his penis hardened just a little. Ikari panted. He bit his lip and frowned a little.
He’d come early enough, had planned in enough time to… settle things before he'd have to join the others. Shinji had learned the hard way that discovery could lead to a date with the flagpole. But he was safe now, given that he’d discovered the path to privacy and joy, the perfect timeframe, really. Shinji’s fingers trembled, the cool ground sent a pleasurable shiver against his feet. He hesitated. He pulled his underwear down and stared at his naked buttocks in the mirror. Such a cute little ass, a pert thing, honestly, almost like a girl’s. Shinji gulped and giggled. His ass looked a little like a peach. It was soft and shiny, shaking just a little bit. The boy bent forward, stretched his arms out, backwards, the long fingers touching his own ass cheeks. The nerd pinched the flesh, rubbed it, moved up and down on the “inner” side of his thighs, close to boner and balls. That ass got… moved… up and down... This boy’s finger moved past his balls, from underneath them, tickling them. Shinji leaned back his head, closed his eyes and moaned. The own forehead got pressed against the cabin’s wall. The rough material grinding his forehead like a denture. This was even better. Bit… for… bit… Shinji kneeled down. He was panting, even now, well, especially now. Shinji closed his eyes, smiled and jerked off. The penis’ tip was soft, almost like a wet scarf, splashes of sperm bathing Shinji’s fingers. He thought of Iwabe, with his baby-blue waistband, visible whenever he’d lean forward at his desk. This guy loved to swirlie other boys, yet he was also the school’s top wedgie-boy, even more so than Shinji; how often had Ikari witnessed Iwabe being pressed against a locker, his shirt being pulled upwards, only seconds before his briefs would shoot into his crack, the butt cheek’s flesh visible above his belt.
The bullies’ laughter was loud and clear in Shinji’s memory. But… there was also something… Shinji shook his head. Was this pure imagination or wishful thinking… or had he noticed honest pleasure in Iwabe’s groans? Even the boy’s begging or sniffing… something was simply off. Shinji could have sworn to have found a common fetishist. And the pantsing wedgies! That guy’s ass was a little more muscular than Shinji’s, dark toned and perky. Shinji wished he’d given Iwabe a wedgie or two himself. And yet he was confused! Despite his fame, Shinji had been a nerd for so long that it had latched onto his core identity. He couldn’t simply pretend like he wasn’t a nerd himself. Was there a hierarchy among losers? And if so: was he higher or lower than Iwabe? How to find out? What if Shinji were to orgasm while giving the other boy a wedgie? What if he’d open up about his fetish, only to be taunted and/or ratted out by Iwabe? Then there was Toji, with his muscular arms, his dark hair and… those lips. He’d often wrestle with other boys, revealing his own purple waistband. The waistband of what? Briefs or boxers?
Shinji had witnessed Toji dishing out wet willies and bare-butt-spankings, topped of by his signature melvin-treatment. But would they ever understand each other? Not to mention that time when Toji had punched Ikari in the face – twice! He’d topped it off by pulling Shinji’s green briefs down to his chin. At least he’d agreed to a revenge-wedgie, groaning deeply when underwear got ripped through his crack. The sound of popping fabric-threads was lustful as well as all-present. They’d become friends, so much so that, eventually, Toji had started to (quite literally) pull Shinji into his wrestling matches with Kensuke, before and between classes, a heaven for betting, snickering and wedgies. Shinji panted, sweat drowned his hair and pushed strands of it against his face. The nerd collapsed onto his side; his eyelids had sunken somewhat, clouds in front of his mouth, his eyes soft and thoughtful. Air tickled the bare butt cheeks. Shinji physically felt his crack. The ground could have needed more warmth. He caught himself drooling, either way. And his dick was warm, sperm dropping. Young Ikari moaned, hiding his dick behind his hands. “Ikari? Is that you?”
Shinji paled. His throat was a fucking straw! The boy’s eyes were huge, threatening to flat out drop out of their sockets. Every damn bone of his trembled. His brain turned around within a sea of fire. The smoke could practically be smelled. The flame’s hissing loyal to Shinji’s ears. This nerd kept lying on the ground, frozen. “Shinj? Come on! I know that you’re in there!”, smiled Kaworu Nagisa. That voice was a bed after hours of body-crushing work. And yet Shinji didn’t know what to say. Kaworu was the swim-team’s captain, his hair as silver as his eyes were red. Never before had Ikari encountered such sensual lips, Nagisa’s body the perfect middle ground between muscular and weak. To be frank: Nagisa’s butt was one of the reasons (if not the reason) why Shinji had joined the swim-club in the first place.
Kaworu was an interesting mix; being handsome and famous (as well as being a sports-star that gifted their school victories and trophies), yet also a nerd of sorts. Perhaps some boys were jealous, perhaps they’d noticed that Kaworu was both soft spoken and friendly. Whatever the case, Kaworu was a frequent victim of wedgies, swirlies and spankings. But that wasn’t the most important part: Kaworu got wedgied… but could shrug it off, just like that. And he was popular despite the bullying. Shinji remembered his thoughts of hierarchy… Kaworu was of a higher rank than Shinji, that much was for certain. Never before had Shinji been beaten up alongside Kaworu, at least not outside of his daydreams… He blinked and noticed the pale feet in front of the cabin. Shinji stared, felt the irrational instinct to suck those toes.
So, he shook his head and sat up. Lowering his head, he had to register that the boner was still in place, perhaps even harder now. The ground kissed Shinji’s naked ass with lips of ice. He felt weird, as if a thin, yet long finger were stuck in Shinji’s anus. The nerd’s tongue moved across his lips. “Shinji? There’s no need to be ashamed. I know why you’re here. And, well, I’m here for the same thing.” Many people would have widened their eyes, not just Shinji. He trembled, stood up and opened the cabin’s door. Their gazes touched. And Ikari gulped. Oh yes, this was Kaworu, alright; the captain’s sexy body was behind nothing than one black speedo. And… Shinji blinked, stared at the other’s clothing, drooling and stuttering. He pointed with a shaky finger. “Is… boy… is that a boner?”
Kaworu’s eyes fallowed Shinji’s lead. There wasn’t the hint of embarrassment or shame in his features. Shinji could barely believe his own senses. He shook his head yet again. Until Kaworu’s lips turned into the hint of a smile. One of his eyebrows rose. “Nice dick, by the way!” “Huh?”, Shinji blinked. “You’re, uh, you’re not wearing underwear… or anything else, really.” Oh. Fuck! Shinji blushed and pulled up his briefs – some drops of sperm had jumped from his dick in the meantime, though, kissing Kaworu’s belly. “Oh… oh god!”, Shinji stuttered, stumbling backwards. “I’m… Kaworu, I’m so sorry! Listen, I, uh…” Nagisa raised a hand, cutting the other boy off. “Don’t worry, I’ve been through worse!”
He smiled. AND he touched one of the spots on his skin, bringing the finger to his nose and sniffing with closed eyes. “Ah… yes… It’s just as I’d suspected. You, my friend, have a pretty unique smell. A scent beyond anything I’ve ever known. Perhaps we could…” Shinji’s blush was ever so strong, almost burned his skin. The only thing he dared to look at were his own toes. The silence was everywhere, pressing against their bodies, as if to crush them like soda-cans… “Do… what?”, he asked.
Kaworu hesitated. He took a step forward, kept staring at Shinji and raised his hands… placing them on Shinji’s hips. The other’s fingers even past the underwear, literally in touch with Ikari’s skin. Shinji blushed and bit his lip. A whiny noise’s variation came across his lips, In the meantime, Kaworu moved his hips, two dicks in a much more… direct contact by now. The pale captain moved, his private parts… rubbing… against that of Shinji. Ikari’s trembling lips were a smile of sorts, a mad man’s giggling his message to the world. He moved backwards, pressed his naked back against the wall. He’d been followed by the captain. Kaworu’s hand kissed said wall, he bent forward, their lips ever so close, their breathing’s clouds uniting. “So… you tend to jerk off before swimming?”
Mister Nerd bit his lip, his embarrassed gaze glued to the floor. He felt like expired milk! A rotten cheese in the park. At first, he’d planned to beg and explain himself… but for what? How could he have explained away his boner or the sperm? What on earth went on behind the soft, the friendly face of Kaworu Nagisa? Did this guy ever blink? “I hope you’re at least friendly enough to shower in between”, Kaworu said. Shinji looked up, a flash of anger breaking his embarrassment’s neck. “Of course!” He scoffed. “Who on earth do you think I am?” Lord Captain’s open grin underlined his snow-white teeth. “I think you’re a weirdo, a nerd and a dork. Somebody who’s rude and daring enough to spread his sperm all across school-property. I don’t know about you, but that sounds like the description of a boy that needs to be punished.” Had he lost his mind? Had he honestly heard Kaworu say…?
“P-punished?” “Hey, you said it, not me!” Kaworu took a step back, holding onto Shinji’s waistband – he let it snap back against Ikari’s body, reveling in the nerd’s surprised gasp. “I’ll be the nice friend, here to punish you. That’s going to relax your conscious, if nothing else. Turn around and assume the position. I think it’s wedgie-time!” “Wedgie?”, Shinji muttered. His eyes turned into planets. “WEDGIE?!” “That’s only fair, don’t you think? How would you feel if I told you that someone’s been jerking off at a place that you care about and that you visit frequently? Besides: I know a thing or two about wedgies, as I’m sure you’re already know. It won’t take me long to figure out your limits – and based on that I’ll pick the appropriate punishment. We might even have some fun, IF I’m right, IF we manage to do… this properly.” Ikari shook his head.
“I… I don’t want to get a wedgie!” “You’re sure about that?”, Kaworu said. “And you have no right to punish me! It’s not like you’re…” As a reply, Kaworu sunk his head forward a little, closing his eyes and smiling. “Shinji… I’m the swim-team’s captain. In many ways I’m more of our Coach than the official one. I’m responsible for the wellbeing of whatever material we choose to use, I’m in charge of the pool, responsible for the safety of every club-member. In other words…” Kaworu opened his eyes again, his lips parting. “I’m also in charge of you, buddy. At least so long as you’re a member of the team or doing your… stuff on club-ground. With that in mind, it’s my responsibility to punish whatever wrongdoing’s occurring here. I’d be grateful if I were you. When it comes to me, you’ll end up with a severely less painful butt kicking than if I’d outsource the task to one of the other members. The wedgie’s happening either way. You can make it easy for yourself or I’ll get a little more… direct.” “Direct…”
A shivering hugged Shinji’s spine. His hardened dick stretched the front of his white underpants. He felt his boner in a very clear way, much more so than usually. Neither boy looked away. Kaworu’s fists came and went. The Ikari-boy gritted his teeth, pouted and stared at his thumbs, as he played around with them. His stomach was dark and tight. Resentment’s electricity tickled Shinji’s cells. But there was also something else, something that hovered between Ikari’s ears, crawling all over the boy’s brain like a warm and friendly snake. There was no way around this: Right here, right now, Shinji’s dreams could turn into reality. Or was this some kind of trap? Would all this end up on camera and (ultimately) the Internet?
Was the other boy’s friendly exterior nothing but a mask? What was the worst possible outcome? That Shinji would go back to being an outright nerd like during his childhood? Would Toji and Kensuke distance themselves from him? What about the wrestling? Was it possible that those two shared his fetish after all? Shinji frowned. What was the point of all this? The future was elusive, depending on too many variables as that it could have been predicted. He wasn’t dumb, either. Surely he’d manage to track down any spying or recording equipment if necessary… Some risk would always remain, however. And it was that very fact which tickled Shinji’s body and which made him overly curious. Ikari raised his chin, put on a cool kid’s mask and shrugged.
“Okay, okay… I’m sure we’ll find a way to settle this to, uh, our mutual satisfaction.” He turned around, bent forward and pressed his forehead against the wall. He heard Kaworu inhale. A sound, like someone’s lips after a sip of delicious tea. And each step… Shinji wondered if they truly were this loud of if his imagination was playing games with him… The captain’s hands held the white briefs from both sides, pulling the underwear in said directions – the same happened with the underpant’s back, allowing the air to cuddle with Shinji’s naked butt and to sneak into his crack. He blushed and gulped. “Would you mind if I touched your butt a little?”
The whispered words made Shinji stutter. He struggled to regain control over himself, yes, but he did so. Things weren’t going to improve if he’d reveal too much about himself or if he’d appear weak or wimpy. No matter how awkward the situation already was. Ikari inhaled, closed his mouth and stood there with widened cheeks; toddler holding his breath for a bet. Or as the order of a bully. Shinji’s mind was a hiss, he’d disregarded this image as quickly as it had come. Even now, he felt the other’s gaze on his back. Great… how much time had he wasted with those latest musings of his? He exhaled and said: “Sure, whatever suits you best, bro”, shrugging.
Kaworu chuckled. As his hands pulled the white briefs down to Shinji’s ankles, though, the nerd gulped and couldn’t help but worry. What if he’d sounded too casual? What if this convinced the captain to make this punishment harsher, the point of it being downright unpleasant? Shinji HAD To stutter. “I-I mean if-if that’s a fitting punishment in your eyes, Sir.” “Sir, huh? It’s been a while since somebody called me that.” Kaworu raised a hand… slowly… and he grabbed Shinji’s left buttcheek. Soon enough he squeezed the sweaty flesh, moving his thumb around on it. That very finger moved sideways on the nerd’ leg, transitioning to it’s inner side, even closer to the private parts. The index-finger followed suit, outstretched into Shinji’s crack, where it moved up and down, like an elevator on drugs.
The captain’s other hand encountered Shinji’s other buttock; one finger’s tip pressed against the butt cheek’s flesh, moving in circles, staying… in place. Both hands grabbed the butt cheeks from below, pressing against the flesh and moving it upward. The palms against the other’s ass, Kaworu moved up and down, rubbing, as if to dry the ass. He’d press the ass cheeks against each other, too. The arms went around Shinji’s upper body, pulling him back, against the captain. Koworu’s mouth was at Shinji’s ear… they panted… the captain’s tongue licking the skin beneath Ikari’s ear. “That’s okay?”, Kaworu whispered. “I… uh… sure!”, Shinji said. “Sure…”
Shinji could have screamed and head-walled himself to death. What on earth was he doing? Perhaps this wasn’t the worst, yet he knew that there was a certain risk in everything one felt the need to repeat. “How about a kiss?”, Kaworu said. His eyes were an island of pillows in an ocean of shattered glass. And Shinji’s shoulders got grabbed – Kaworu turned him around and raised the nerd’ chin with a hand. Those lips were a damn well diamond… Shinji licked his own lips and shrugged with the hint of a smile on his face. “Whatever.”
Kaworu grinned and grabbed the nerd’s face with both hands, leaning in and pressing his lips against the other’s. Ikari’s eyelids fell like a fucking curtain. He leaned back his head and struggled to breath as the making out got rougher and picked up speed. Kaworu’s taste was everywhere, vanilla, peach and, perhaps, a hint of pineapple? Shinji’s boner was still naked, though, leaking sperm like a machine gun. Needless to say, this made Kaworu’s body even more… wet. Not that he’d cared. Instead, he pressed himself against Shinji even tighter, until they slipped and landed on top of each other. Shinji’s belly liked the ground, at least. Monsieur Captain’s hands were on the ground, on both sides of his butt. And the panting boy lost some spit, drooling onto Shinji’s buttocks. The wet drops felt terribly good on Ikari’s flesh. He had to gulp, though, when his white briefs got pulled upward again, covering his crack and dick.
“That’s some stretchy underwear you’ve got there”, Kaworu said, pulling the undies back and forth. “I think it’s time to put it to the test, don’t you think?” Did Shinji even want to answer that? An invisible hand kept itself close to his throat. Too close. Horny anticipation battled the instinctive fear of a nerd. Things had happened so terribly quick. Was this a daydream after all? The answer came in a devastating pull that uncovered Shinji’s buttocks in less than a second and that shoved his underwear deeply into his crack. An armored knight’s boot pressed against Ikari’s privats from below. Oh. Oh. Oh. These sure were tight around his crotch. Ikari blinked. I’d been a little while since his last wedgie, for better or for worse. It could be hard to fully remember just how awkward and hot a wedgie could be; literally hot.
The heat in his asshole was a bizarre contrast to the cool buttocks, bared as they were. “Well, how’ the feeling, bad boy?”, Kaworu said. Ikari blinked. “b-bad boy?” “A very bad boy, indeed. You’re rude, selfish, and self-obsessed – or at least that’s what you think about yourself. And to make matters worse, you hide all that behind a cute and innocent exterior. Usually, there’s barely a hint of your true nature out in the open, baby-boy. But all it needs is a little privacy, some undies and a friend… to open up your portals, if you get what I mean…”
His chuckling was an angel’s. Baby-boy’s gaze… had someone spun him around several times? He drooled onto the ground. And his lips trembled. The irritation was still here. These g-string of briefs pressed against the head of Ikari’s crack. The nerd wiggled around a bit, which caused Kaworu to “donate” one of his hands, as he softly spanked his victim’s bare butt. The spankings echoed and hovered, jumped right into both panting boy’s breathing-clouds. And the own hair hung into Shinji’s eyes. The nerd formed a tired smile, blew those strands out of his field of vision, and shook his head. Even now he felt Kaworu’s breath on his neck, each hair a saluting soldier.
The taste of cotton conquered Ikari’s tongue. He grimaced and groaned as the briefs cut into his ass, pressing the buttocks into opposite directions. One could have filled up a bathtub with Shinji’s sweat. The boy gasped and felt his cheeks turning red, as he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. “K… Kaworu, Sir, please stop! Ah. Ah. Come on! My dick! The pressure… the pressure’s too strong. AH! OUCH! OH GOD! NO!” Tears escaped his eyes as the leg holes reached his armpits. And Kaworu hesitated. Then he stood up, stretched himself and cracked his knuckles. Not once did he look away from the stretched-out underpants, by now a cape, more or less. A straight jacket of sorts, covering most of Ikari’s back. Sniffing came out of the nerd’s soul. Felt like a dragon had forgotten its foot inside his butt. Bully-boy grinned, grabbed the other’s neck and ordered him to stand up.
Soon enough he’d lead Shinji to a wooden bench, where he sat down and pulled his victim onto the own lap. Shinji gulped and widened his eyes when he felt a boner pressing against his belly. Rough. And large. “And wet”, he murmured. “What’s that?” “N-nothing!”, Shinji said, hastily moving his hands around. “Can I please go now? Shouldn’t I, you know, get ready for the swim-practice?” “You’re trying to chicken out and that’s the best excuse you’ve got? Protocol? Secrecy? Oh boy…. Shinji, you should have thought about that a long time ago. If you’d come to me from the start, then I’m sure that we could have found a painless way to handle your fetish. We’re a team. For many we’re more of a family than their original one. And that’s how you repay us?”
Whatever tension there was in Shinji’s body… it all melted then and there. His head hung down in shame. And he blinked against tears, uncertain if they were tears of shame or anger – or perhaps both? “I’m sorry… Sir”, he whispered. He took a shaky breath and rubbed the own eyes with his arm. Silence was their friend and only company. Until Koworu smiled, his features softening, as he patted Ikari’s butt. His movements were slow and caring, even if was an explosion of sorts, given the lack of any other noise. “There, there, Shinji. This isn’t THAT big a deal. Don’t be too ashamed of yourself. Yes: I wish you’d talked to me earlier. Yes: we’re supposed to resemble an honest family. A trusting Family… But that’s what we’re here for. You’re already being punished. And as hurtful as this may be, the pain should be enough of a repayment for your conscious to be pleased.
Afterwards we’ll be good, and I’ll promise to keep your secret hidden – for many reasons, really, not the least of which is the need for trust and comradery. The State-championship’s coming up. And I haven’t trained so hard for your dick to ruin all of it. A team’s like a puzzle: Once there’s one piece missing…” He came. And he studied the shiny asscheeks of his friend. Panting. Then two hands found Shinji’s waistband. A nerd’s head was raised right then and there. Shinji gasped and attempted to wriggle his way out of this mess. He’d found Kaworu attractive for a long time now. But even so: Shinji would have never suspected Kaworu to be this much stronger than himself. The captain kept his victim in place, without so much as a sigh or grunt. Was he this pathetic? Good god, the one time that Shinji surpassed his own expectations… and this was it? A sigh led to a shrug. And Shinji lowered his head, uniting his lips and pressing his eyelids towards the ground.
Meanwhile he clenched his fists and pressed his cute little butt cheeks against each other. What was even the point of resisting? Considering how burned up Shinji’s ass already was… The nerdy shoulders rose. Why was their breathing THIS loud? And when had it become so? Not that it mattered much. “Wedgie time!”, Kaworu said, giving Shinji a wedgie. “AAAAAHHHH!” Ikari’s eyes almost exploded. A whale would have fitted into his mouth. And he cried and hickuped beyond any reasonable measure. A knife was between his ass cheeks. Nerdy boy’s features got distorted, as if he’d eaten too many sour sweets. Stretching underwear’s distinct sounds were all and nothing, their focus and experience. Shinji grunted and dug his fingernails into Kaworu’s thighs. Would have been nice if he could have claimed to do so as part of a larger plan – yet Ikari was way beyond any kind of rational thought or action.
The own voice climbed the ladder, towards the sun itself. Frankly: Shinji felt dizzy and drunk. Only a vague sense of instinct stood between him and vomiting. How was Kaworu this unfaced? Shouldn’t he have grimaced, at least? Why wasn’t that dick holding his ears? Fucking… Shinji squeaked; his briefs constrained his penis; at some point it would explode out of the nerd’s mouth! He was vaguely aware that his belly (and most of his chest) slept behind his underpant’s front. The leg holes’ upside cut into baby-boy’s armpits. How much sweat could one person shed without collapsing? Shinji’s throat was so hoarse and dry. He coughed – and each cough was a punch to the throat. Loads of pain made Shinji cross eyed. Everything was soft and abstract, his field of vision jello. Perhaps he’d already lost his mind? Why else would Shinji have felt so… soft… so… His butt cheeks remained in direct contact; every muscle tensed. Sweat had turned the white briefs gray. The nerd blinked in rapid succession. Had he really taken in some… stuff?
Perhaps without even knowing it? Since when were magic mushrooms part of his daily diet? A strange urge to laugh dominated Ikari’s mind and made his lips twitch. He tensed up and raised his upper body a little, bending backward, as if to kiss the own back. The body felt warm from all those hormones and all that blood. Whereas the underpants could have been made from literal fucking ice. “Yo, Ikari, what’s your opinion on atomic wedgies?”, Kaworu said and raised an eyebrow. All focus returned. And Shinji gulped and coughed, as fear attempted to seal his throat for good. No, he hadn’t heard that. He must have been mistaken. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself, Shinji couldn’t believe that an atomic was approaching him, his ass and his head. Not to mention his poor and helpless genitals! Nerdy lips hugged each other, vomit climbing up the throat; Shinji pretty much felt it pressing against his teeth from within. Had his brain always been on fire? It turned around itself, within his head, bumping into whatever obstacles there were. He’d never separate his ass cheeks, Shinji caught himself thinking. Even if this future was atomic, he’d never give in on this decision, at least.
Expecting any more of his dignity to survive would probably have been a fool’s errand. It wasn’t as if Shinji’s dick could survive much more. What did he even have to lose? This realization alone would have made Ikari ecstatic, if it hadn’t been for the needles and the daggers within his crack. Baby boy grimaced, wriggled around on Kaworu’s lap and tried to reposition himself. Nerdy-man was horny. He couldn’t help but remember all the times he’d googled cute asses in his age demographic; usually he’d done that while being all alone – sometimes he’d wear briefs AND a T-Shirt.
Sometimes he’d wear nothing at all. Every piece of this belonged to an overarching puzzle, a path which had led him… here, of all places. Shinji snorted. He could have laughed like a mad man. Another squeak was robbed from his lips. And Shinji shook his head, fast. Was his face red because of hate? Or because of shame? Perhaps a mixture of both. He hissed; never had his briefs’ string cut so directly and so thoroughly into his crack. His balls and dick had about two percent of the space they’d need. When Shinji raised his gaze… he paled and turned into a statue, widening his eyes. It was above him in the air, floating like some weird ass fantasy-Island; the waistband of his underwear, accompanied by his circus-tent version of leg holes. Because of this… Shinji widened his eyes and felt daggers of ice cut into his throat, accompanying his gulp. “I… Listen… please! I’m sorry if I’ve done anything to upset you! I really am. But please… I don’t want to get an atomic wedgie. Never again!” “Never again?”, Kaworu tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. “So, you’ve been given some in the past? Is that so?”
Shinjj’s eyes were as soft as they were wet. Unpleasant memories had resurfaced – which was made only worse by the fact that he’d initiated that. He couldn’t even begin to count the times that he’d been shoved into lockers, the many occasions on which his head had been introduced to toilet-water, not to mention his trips up the flagpole. But the atomic wedgies… Shinji had never experienced anything like it. Wearing this “Underwear-hoodie” was both terribly awkward and (often) way too public. He'd be forced to walk bend over, slowly and with spread legs, bent knees. Each step was a torture of sorts, his junk squealing while being shoved against his body. Sometimes Shinji had been forced to wear a hoodie over his atomic, hiding the underwear on his head in the hood’s shadow, the fabric on his forehead masked as a headband or behind his bangs.
But even so: Atomic wedgies tended to push the shirt or sweatshirt upward, revealing the top of naked ass cheeks as well as the thin line of fabric within the crack. And Shinji’s classmates, the ones sitting behind him in class, had often grabbed the fabric string, giving him secret wedgies while he gritted his teeth, his cheek red and his eyes closed, as he refused to alert whatever teacher to his plight. Back in the day, Shinji had sworn himself that he’d never suffer an atomic ever again. He could handle hanging from his locker or a bathroom-stall’s hook, he was willing to walk around with a shoulder wedgie under his shirt or to endure a heavy melvin, swirlies were fair game as much as noogies or wet willies. Even a spanking was manageable, bare butt or not, sometimes even fun. But atomics… no. Shinji awkwardly played with his hands. Taking a deep breath, he met his bully’s gaze and said: “Yeah. As a kid. Several times, actually. Happy now? I’m a nerd, I know that much. And I guess I deserve this punishment, all things considered. But not an atomic, please not. Can’t you just hang me up on the school-fence or give me the mother of all melvins before practice?
Or how about your swirlie me a couple times and shove me into my locker? I’d even say you could embarrass me by stripping me naked before the locker-stay. That would still be super painful and humiliating. It’s a powerful punishment, don’t you think? Please, can’t you show me this much mercy?” Kaworu pondered, though he kept jerking the briefs upward with one hand, slowly kneading the naked buttocks with the other. That was a problem. Physical touch kept Shinji hard and full of lust. The last thing he wanted was to bath Kaworu in even more of his sperm. He grimaced when another harsh yank cut into his butt.
The waistband was a good distance in front of Shinji: If Kaworu let go now… then he’d give Shinji an atomic wedgie after all… Even that, in a way, would have been easier to stomach than this uncertainty. Why were Shinji’s buttocks so cold, despite the flames in his anus? Threads of his undies popped and went. And there was also something else… Shinji blushed, his lips that of a pouting toddler. “K-Kaworu, Sir?” “Yeah, baby-boy?” “I… Oh god… can I please go now? I really… I really…” “You really… what?” Shinji gulped. “Please, just trust me – I really need to go now.” “Because you’re afraid.” “Perhaps.”
“The question is… what exactly ARE you afraid of? I mean… your boner’s sharp enough to impale me, my dude. And don’t think I’m oblivious to your moans or your softened gaze. So, it appears like…” The nerd wiggled around. Faster. Faster. “Kaworu! Let me go! Now!” “And I should do that because…?”, Kaworu raised an eyebrow. “I… Do I really have to tell you?” “Oh, I don’t know… do you? I’m feeling pretty good now, dude. We aren’t in a hurry, if you get what I mean. We can get to the point… or we can hang around, talk about exams, about boys or God and the world, whatever suits you best, pick your poison, nerd.” “God, you’re such a bully! Why are you doing this to me? How morally bankrupted are you?” “How cowardly and pathetic are you?” “We might both be smart enough to continue this conversation another time.” “You might be a gifted poet”, Kaworu whispered. Shinji sighed.
“I could tell a teacher about this. What are you going to do then? Rat me out on the masturbating? Sure, I might get detention. But so would you!” “Which would give me more time to yank your briefs, wouldn’t it? I might have to do so anyway, considering that, otherwise, the cool kids would kick my ass instead…” “It’s always good to have someone that owes you something”, Shinji said. “Some say it’s better to be feared than loved”, Kaworu said. “Kaworu! I need to pee! For the love of God: Leave me alone!” This made the bully wince and blink, if nothing else. Shinji stared at the childish, the thoughtful expression of the other boy, holding his breath. “You’re about to… wet yourself?” Motherfucking… Shinji stretched out his arms and shrugged. “YES! Happy now? Please… Hey!”
Suddenly Shinji got pushed against the wall, back first. The impact made him gasp. Then Kaworu grabbed Shinji’s neck and forced the nerd to kneel, bringing his lips close to the ground. Bully-lips were next to the nerd’s ear. “Have you ever… seen the Kagiwara-Waterfalls?” Oh. “No fucking way!” “What? It’s not that expensive!” “You know what I mean! You’re trying to make me piss my briefs! You motherfucking asshole!” “Speaking of assholes: yours is going to be visited by doctor atomic soon enough. But until then you and I will kneel here and wait for your dick to empty itself.” Shinji couldn’t believe his ears.
“N-no! Please not! Kaworu, Sir, I’ll give you my lunch-money for the rest of the year! I’ll go to every class with a secret wedgie for the rest of our school-time! I’ll swirlie myself every morning and send you a picture of my wet head afterwards! Hell, I’d prefer to get butt fucked every night rather than having to wet myself!” Kaworu’s grip got tighter, until a whine came out of Shinji’s mouth. The nerd’s mouth was brought into direct contact with the ground. “Butt fucking, huh?”, Kaworu said. “MPHG”, Shinji agreed. He trembled. His fists came and went. And his dick was shaking. This time, Shinji panted for all the wrong reasons, his lips a flag in a storm. “K-K-K… Kaworu! Spare me this one humiliation, have empathy, just this once! I’ll even do your homework for you, if you want!”
Sadly, this only served to make Kaworu chuckle, his voice a church’s bells. “Shinji, Shinji, Shinji! I’m good at school, otherwise I wouldn’t even be allowed to be on the team, let alone lead it. And it’s one of the reasons why I get my butt flossed so often…” Bu-Hu, Shinji thought and growled. His body was the personification of a fucking earthquake. The world itself was a dizzy blur. “Kaworu! This isn’t a game anymore! I’m about to… I’m… Oh… Oh… no!” A wet dot appeared on the face of his underpants. The body’s tension melted like fucking ice cream. And the rough smell of urine rented their nostrils. All this trembling brought Shinji out of balance and made him collapse onto the own belly. He hated how wet and sticky both his skin and underpants were. He panted, making him resemble a public restroom in more than one way. Even worse:
the wet underpants made it way too easy to see more of Ikari’s dick than he wanted to reveal. “There you go, baby-boy”, Kaworu said softly, patting Shinji’s back. He kissed him. And, when Shinji refused to raise his gaze from the ground, he gave him an atomic wedgie. They heard the underwear getting taunt, heard the last stretching that these briefs were capable of. But Shinji was still so embarrassed from pissing himself that he barely noticed the wedgie, not even when the waistband got hooked onto his nose. So, the light on his face was gray. The nerd sniffed, blushed. I’d been a while since he’d been beaten up this badly. Were his genitals even still existing? In a way… Ikari felt weirdly… calm?
Perhaps even relaxed. It might be true after all: even devastating humiliation was better than the anticipation and dread leading up to it. “Ohhhh… my ass… Take your knife out of it, will you?” Shinji sighed and blinked against his tears, as they attempted to birth a pair of wet circles on his wedgie-mask. A constant pressure, a will of fire, was between his buttocks, grinding his asshole. A giant’s hand appeared to have slapped Shinji repeatedly. Whose giant foot was stuck in the nerd’s butthole? Shinji groaned. “Okay, Atomic wedgie’s done. Is my punishment done then?” Kaworu rose to his fullest height and stretched himself. He couldn’t help but stare at the bared ass of Ikari. It was smooth, tiny and sweaty. The captain closed his eyes, inhaled, and leaned back his head. An idea came into his mind. “Yo, Ikari?”
Shinji groaned. “Yeah?” “How about we make a deal? I take off your atomic… if you agree to have sex with me. Now.” Shinji’s eyes widened. Several reasons to object hovered through his head, too many. They danced like letters of fire, just high enough that he couldn’t reach them, unable to bend them, to form them into sentences and thoughts. But it was a fact that he’d found Kaworu hot for a long time now. Never ever would Shinji have dared to hope for sex with the captain – and now KAWORU offered it TO HIM? Besides: He’d already wet himself and gotten an atomic wedgie… if that didn’t scare Kaworu off, then perhaps nothing would. Perhaps this was fate. And it wasn’t as if Shinji didn’t need some positivity after this brutal a beating… He raised his shoulders and sighed, though with the hint of a smile.
“Fine. Whatever, I guess. But only if you take the atomic off first!” “Aww, nerdy-boy thinks he can demands”, Kaworu giggled, filling Shinji with dread. Despite his words, he actually DID undo the wedgie – not that he’d allow Ikari to pick it, though, as he simply pulled the underwear off all way and threw it across the own shoulder. Now Ikari’s little ass was even more out in the open (which, admittedly, wasn’t saying much). “Oh… God…” Kaworu moaned. Shinji, meanwhile, still lay on his belly, looking ahead with widened eyes, his lips a shaky line as the feeling of extreme awkwardness covered him like an additional skin. “Uh… shall I…?”
“Stay where you are!”, Kaworu said, making Shinji wince. “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t mean to yell. Anyway, spread your legs and clench your fists, ok?” The nerd gulped… and obeyed. Butterflies were all around within his stomach. He panted just as much as Kaworu, if not even more. When ever had Shinji’s body felt so… warm? He couldn’t quite believe that this was real. But then Kaworu kneeled behind Shinji, ordered him to kneel as well… and inserted the own dick into Shinji’s asshole, holding onto the nerd’s hips. Sweat darkened their hair, dropped onto their face and body here and there.
Shinji stared ahead and blushed; he felt the tip of Kaworu’s boner pressing against his crack. How could such a gigantic cock even fit into such a tiny asshole? Even now it pressed Shinji’s buttocks far away from each other. Everything was warm, soft and, if anything, a little blurry. Ikari caught himself drooling. Kaworu bit into Shinji’s shoulder, a little bit. He licked the nerd’s neck. The bully’s eyes were soft and warm, his lips an almost invisible smile. Most importantly: His arms were wrapped around Shinji’s body, rubbing the nerd’s nipples, tickling them occasionally. “Ready for fucking?”, Kaworu whispered. And Shinji simply nodded – that was all that he could bring himself to do. He heard Kaworu take a deep breath. The bully’s hips moved; holding onto Shinji, he moved back and forth, slowly increasing his speed. Shinji gasped. He drooled onto the own chest. AND he closed his eyes and moaned with a leaned back head.
“H… h…” “H?”, Kaworu raised an eyebrow. “H-Harder, daddy!”, Shinji moaned. “You’re a curious fellow, you know?” Kaworu’s finger rested on Shinji’s right nipple, moving on it in a circle, slowly, his touch so soft that it seemed to be an illusion all together. Another finger tickled Shinji’s balls from below; it was all so… soft, indeed, so cuddly, and warm. “Just… Oh god… Jesus… just do it already! Fuck me harder! Oh… yes… yes! YES! YES! T-take your finger out of my butthole, you… aaahhh… ohhhh… dude, not the butt cheeks! It… holy… it tickles!” Shinji moaned. His tongue hung out of his mouth as he panted and groaned. They stood up, Kaworu’s penis still deeply inside of his lover’s crack. Shinji was a little bent over, his arms hung towards his toes. A… special kind of electricity ruled over his buttocks, barely any air could touch his crack, given how little space the bully’s dick left. He might as well have pressed an entire leg into little Ikari’s crack.
This butt would never be the same again. Ikari gasped, given that Kaworu had leaned forward and was kissing his boyfriend’s neck, rubbing his fingers on the skin directly behind Shinji’s ears. The bully ordered Shinji to walk towards the lockers and fucked him roughly within each step. He even managed to lift Shinji into the air, with nothing but his penis, more than once. Ikari’s mouth hung open in a perfect “O”. He gulped and licked the own lips. He felt Kaworu’s penis moving upwards, slowly but steadily, within HIS ass! He couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. Not to mention his (increasingly) shaky legs and knees. Shinji walked on his goddamn tiptoes. Flailing his arms. “K-Kaworu!” “It’s Sir, for you!” Oh great! A superiority complex! Although… what did Shinji have to counter that, at least when it came to himself? This latest beating should have taught him once and for all that he was at the captain’s mercy, sexually or not. Hm. His lips twitched. Sexually… For him, this had simply meant jerking off in his bedroom, within the night’s secrets, while he’s sink his teeth into the pillow and envision his captain’s face and body. Who would have thought that Kaworu would give Shinji an atomic wedgie AND fuck in direct succession? He couldn’t help but shake his head. “UGH. Oh. Oh. Ah-aahh-ah! Holy… Kaworu!”, Shinji squeaked. “Getting a little tight in here, if you know what I’m saying!”
“Oh, is it?” Kaworu laughed and fucked Shinji, rough and fast, several times, smashing the nerd’s stomach against the lockers, time and again. The metal’s protest jumped from wall to wall. Shinji groaned. He gasped, breathed like a woman about to give birth! By now he was holding the own dick, as way too much sperm exploded out of him, the nerdy penis more of a machine-gun by now… Time became a blur, voices and sounds distorted and confusing. Shinji’ body got rammed against the lockers several times, he knew that much. They kissed… And at one point Kaworu’s fuck lifted Shinji so high up into the air that the nerd could grab a locker’s upside, being able to look across it. That would have been impressive, if weren’t for… with widened eyes, Shinji looked down at the grinning Kaworu. “Dude! Get me down! And pull your undies back up! Quick!”
Kaworu frowned. Shinji’s feet were allowed to touch ground again… and Kaworu walked backwards, pulling his penis out of Shinji’s ass. The nerd’s knees meet the ground, his sweaty hair hung into his face as he lowered his head to sink forward. Panting, though Shinji struggled to clear his mind, to focus again and tell Kaworu… “Dude, are you naked?” “I… holy… is that sperm?” “Look at the captain’s face! That’s one hell of a blush!” “They’re panting, too!” Shinji winced. And Kaworu froze with widened eyes. Their teammates, all in nothing but speedos, had surrounded them; they’d grin, blush, exchange whispers and murmurs. Kaworu’s knees meet in the middle as he brought his hands together to shield his penis. Meanwhile Shinji hid his face behind the own hands. He should have known that this would happen if they’d go the for the fuck here and now. In a way… Shinji might have known so, indeed.
But why had he gone with it, then? Was this simple refusal to acknowledge the unpleasant truth? Or had the prospect of getting caught turned Shinji on even more? Judging by the team’s grins and gazes, this might end up with a beating for Kaworu, a revenge of sorts. The only problem being… He heard Toji grin, as he grabbed Shinji by the shoulders. Ikari winced and saw another boy pulling Kaworu into a headlock, giving him a noogie…
