Sam layed on his bed, his stomach pressed against the bed’s blue cover. Walls of white surrounded him, the curtains resembling ink. Noise came through the half open window: cars, barking dogs, chatting, radio-music, all mixing with the smells of pizza, coffee and fresh bread, the city’s legacy. Turning around, he looked across the own shoulder towards the mirror, noticing blond bangs and brown eyes, the childish snub nose surrounded by freckles. He blinked, Saturday’s exhaustion pressing onto him, throwing him into storm’s ocean, the gray clouds full of lightning. Invisible hands managed to conquer Sam’s ankles, pulling him into a wet and icy darkness. He’d gone to bed rather early yesterday, so why was he still so tired? Hadn’t he…? Perhaps because he’d taken quite a bit of strength to kick his brother’s bully’s ass. His best piece twitched within that memory. In the moment he’d been too angry to feel any joy. He’d suffered under his former friend Alex long enough, quite a few briefs and even a pair of boxers being ripped through his ass in the process. He’d hung from enough bathroom stalls to know that “hanging out” wasn’t for him. It had, admittedly, been quite a fun to dish out some beating yesterday and yet he tried not to remember it too much, considering that he’d probably never get another swing at that. Hopefully. God, why was it so hot? Sam grimaced, unbuttoned his jeans and wiggled himself out of them, kicking the pair onto the ground.
“Sure you want to do that?”
Sam raised his head and blinked, recognizing that voice and chuckle.
“Alfie? What’s…? UGH!”
He gasped when his little brother sat down on him. Wearing his Sailor Moon Shirt and a pair of SpongeBob-Pajama-pants, Alfie giggled and patted his bro’s butt. “Green briefs? Should I be flattered? Never thought I’d inspire you.”
The undies got pulled down enough to expose the teen’s ass. Tomatoe’s color exploded on the older boy’s cheeks.
“Alfie!”
He would have grabbed the kiddo, hadn’t Alfie locked his arms using the own legs. Even so Alfie was smart enough not to waste any time. He’d lose control early enough. With that he slapped Sam’s right ass cheek!
“UGH!”
The spank’s echo danced through the room. Oh, Sam damn well FELT the handprint on his flesh.
“Wow, you could grill beef on that,” Alfie said and blew against his pounding hand. “Your ass isn’t too bad, don’t get me wrong. But I suppose you’re not too happy with it being so… out and in the open, huh?”
“You think?”
Sam shot him a glare.
“The hell’s going on here? I didn’t protect you from Cam to get this kinda treatment!”
“Yeah, but you also gave me a swirlie – and we’re brothers. So it feels kinda necessary to get a little payback, thankful as I am.”
Alfie frowned and, eventually, shook his head.
“Then again: Perhaps we should let it go.”
Sam was unable to keep the smile from his lips.
“Really?”
“Nope.”
Alfie gave his brother a wedgie!
“OUGH!”
Sam face contorted into a grimace when the brief’s middle fabric-string jumped into his crack, burning itself against his flesh and making both buttocks tremble. Alfie’s grin glistened from ear to ear. He was heavy trembling’s victim. Pressing his brother’s arms tighter against him, Alfie bent his arms, each fist holding a leg hole. Dread set free snakes and sharks in Sam’s belly. He’d been there often enough to know that you were basically fucked when someone held your leg holes specifically. He gulped, shame and confusion mixing with anger’s lightning bolts. He was damn well seventeen and shouldn’t be getting wedgies, period, let alone from his dorky brother.
“Ah. Ah. Alfie, come on, man, my ass hurts. What more do you want? Jesus!”
The boy’s tiny shoulders went up and down.
“I never got to rip your undies.”
Sam refused to believe what he’d just heard.
“Alfie, don’t. Come on, buddy, I just want to enjoy my damn Saturday.”
“And you can’t do that with a hurting ass?”
“Alfie! I swear, if you don’t get down from me right now…”
“What was that?”
Alfie dished out another wedgie! The only downside was that Sam was lying on his stomach, so no Melvin would be possible. Well, Sam probably didn’t deserve that much, anyway. Even so: Alfie had been the victim of Cam’s wedgies for so long, getting pressed into his locker or having his ass crammed into the next best toilet-bowl. Not until his brother’s attempts to make up had Alfie ever been granted the right to enjoy some wedgie-giving for a change. And he’d become addicted to it. Alfie shrugged another day and kept pulling. The sound of stretching fabric was loud enough to hide Sam’s shrieks and groans. The underwear pressed the elder’s dick against him, crawling between his legs, capable of smashing his balls upward, traveling the crack.
“UUUUGH!”
A hot and rough feel ruled Sam’s anus. Gritting his teeth, he closed his red face’s eyes. Sweat darkened his hair and increased the haircut’s weight, dripping onto the skin and transitioning into a couple miniature waterfalls. How hard COULD you close your eyes before it resulted in permanent damage? Sam’s hands were fists, naked in a snowstorm, the feet going up and down, kicking. Each yank was iron glove’s needles, digging into the older brother’s anus and spilling blood in all direction. The lion’s neck snapped. Each yank and pull elicited a squeak or scream, the occasional groan the icing on the cake. Each minute felt like an eternity, the white void’s door moving further and further into the distance. Curiosity went around Alfie’s brain, making him tired and unfocused, yet also filled his tiny chest with happy go Lucky’s excitement. He wondered… But he’d have to take precautions. Another spank came to be!
“Ah,” Sam shouted.
And Alfie jumped onto his feet. And turned around. Sam’s briefs were below his neck right now, the leg holes showing off most of the back’s bare skin. Crouching down, Alfie grabbed the string in Sam’s anus and yanked at least ten times. Until his brother’s leg moved, ending the marriage of Alfie’s feet and the bed! The younger brother shrieked and fell onto the ground, all oxygen exploding out of his lungs! Aching head or not, he knew that things were dire, got up and stumbled closer to the door – when a pair of hands slid down his pants and grabbed the white pair of briefs. “Really? Tighty whities?”
Even Sam’s chuckle sounded angry. He huffed and puffed. Looking down on himself, Sam noticed that his undie’s front was right below his chest right now. Both knees trembled and marks burned on his body where the briefs had gotten ever so tight and itchy. Plus the briefs had gotten so stretched out that they hung from him like a bit of a skirt. Alfie winced and closed his eyes. He gulped and, after a long moment, dared to look back and throw out a nervous smile.
“You know, I think we’ve learned a valuable lessen today.”
“Not yet.”
Sam pulled the underwear towards the ceiling! Alfie’s voice screeched itself outside his lungs as he was pulled up into the air for a second, kicking. It got real hot and rough down there. He felt a very specific color race onto and take his face. Alfie jumped and stumbled wherever he could. He yanks’ reign entered another round, pushing the boy upward at each and every turn. The butt trembled – AND caught itself another piece of color when the pants got yanked down a heavy dose of spanking got delivered! Alfie widened his eyes and wondered how he could blush even more. He held his best friend while it got smudged against his body. The sounds of strained fabric-threads was everywhere and middle-string’s head stood on an ever growing “neck”, moving its fangs through Alfie’s flesh, cracking bones and spilling blood.
“Ah! UGH! IIIH!”
Sam reached around his brother and grabbed the front, yanking back and forth and throwing little Alfie into a squeaky clean. Grabbing the middle string, Sam led his brother out of the room and down the stairs. Alfie refused to look back across his shoulder. He felt weirdly giddy, might as well have drunk a couple dozen cups of coffee. Why was he constantly on the edge of smiling despite his hurting ass? He trembled just the littlest bit. And he was curious, too. What on earth was going on? Did his brother have a plan in mind? The gray entrance-carpet itched, white marble next to the front-door’s glass-extravaganza. They walked past black coat hooks and into the bathroom. A blue towel had been draped across the bathtub, a rainbow pile of them visible in the open closet. Gagh, and it smelled like a mixture of watermelons and roses. Alfie grimaced and was distracted enough to almost fall onto his face when Sam gently placed him on his knees.
“You know what time it is, bro!”
Alfie spotted Sam’s grin’s reflection in the mirror. Picking his wedgie with a hand, he tipped against the younger’s neck with one finger. Well… Alfie considered an attack against his brother. Perhaps he’d be capable to distract him long enough to run… somewhere. Then again, perhaps this was fair game considering that he’d started it… Alfie smiled and gifted the other one a glance.
“But I will get you back for this!”
“Keep dreaming,” Sam said and gave him the next wedgie.
Alfie’s fingers bent and twitched, his face one giant grimace. Had his tormentor thrown a dagger-but up his crack? And from second to the other, too! Picking his wedgie, Alfie glared back and sighed. Taking another breath, he plunged his head into the shiny water, splashing all over the floor. A hand landed on his neck and kept him down, seconds getting closer to a minute than he would have liked before the flush got pulled. At least he’d been able to close his eyes before this shitshow started. The water’s might rushed around, like a massive shark swimming past him both too fast and way, way too close. The pressure vanished. And Alfie swung back, freeing him himself from frequin Ursula’s kingdom. Alfie coughed and wrapped the only arms he had around his stomach. Bent forward, he felt Sam softly patting his back a couple times. Alfie glared at his own wet mess of a haircut. And Sam wedgied him back onto his feet! Losing his footing, he almost fell onto his back, only for big bro to catch him and send him off into standing position. Rubbing his butt, Alfie shook his head, grinning when his brother winced and cursed, hands raised while he retreated from the water-fountain. Alfie managed to refrain from laughter, wanting this crap to calm down before he let it all go crazy again. Instead he spread his arms and moved in for a hug. Sam hesitated. He did the same, though. But brothers will be brothers. And so both grabbed the other’s briefs and pulled them into a rough, rough wedgie. They laughed and fist-bumped amidst the sound of strained undiefabric. Soon enough they ran through the entire apartment, yanking, tickling and spanking. A titty twisted the other for a moment’s gain, B pulled his opponent’s briefs down to win a couple second for retreat. Each time their laughter treated itself to another volume-jump. Each time the wedgie got rougher and each time they pulled it higher up, each determined to make the first atomic.
“And buddy, here we are,” Alex said, sharing a grin with his brother;
winking, he raised a finger to his mouth and pressed his ear against the door. Frowning, Alex considered what he’d do. Shrugging, he pushed the door open and sneaked inside.
