Wedgie Story Part 3

I was terrified of what Tyson would do next. His last words echoed in my head, Who knew you could cry. Now lets see if you can beg.
Even with my stubborn nature, I knew I couldn’t handle this for much longer. It wouldn’t be long before I would have to submit. Naked fear shone on my face, igniting Tyson’s smirk to a full on maniacal laugh.
With that, Tyson grabbed the rope acting as a pulley and plonked his *** on the ground, causing me to lift a good half meter off the ground. I shrieked.
Tyson laughed and turned around, walking into a nearby room. He sat down on the couch and I could see him turn on the T.V. And just like that, with me hanging here, he started to play C.O.D.
I felt kind I had a major attack on my ego. Sort of offended. Here I was, in a hanging frontal (which he had done), and all he could do was play on his stupid play station?
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was eleven p.m. I don’t know how much longer I can last...The fabric was causing a burning sensation to overwhelm me, and I couldn’t withhold the groan that escaped me. Tyson heard and called out “Having fun there?”

I glared at him but refused to answer.

“Coz I know I’m having heaps of fun with you. We should hang around more often.” I didn’t reply. Because if I opened my mouth it would be to submit.
The time was now a quarter past eleven.

Suddenly without any warning, I dropped to the ground.
“Oww!” I yelled. My underwear had snapped and I couldn’t exactly land gracefully with my hands and feet tied. My fall had alerted Tyson who was still ever so annoyingly playing C.O.D, to get up and saunter over to me.
He reached into his bag and pulled out three black thongs.
“Put ‘em on.” He demanded.
“I can’t.”
“Can’t, or won’t?” He challenged.
“Can’t.” I looked down at my bound hands and feet as if to say ‘how can I change tied up?’.
“If I untie you, will you promise to put these on and not run away?”
“No!” I shouted. My *** was still in pain and my ankle hurt. It probably was just bruised, but it still hurt.
“Look. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” He told me calmly. “The easiest way is, you go into that room and put these on. The hard way is I will put them on for you...even though that will be more...interesting.” He smirked as I gaped in horror. I knew if he tried to, he could. I wasn’t in the best position to fight back.
“Hand them over.” I told him. He smirked again.
“I knew you would see it my way.” He untied my hands, and I rubbed my sore wrists while he did the same to my ankles. Like an obedient little puppy, I snatched the skimpy underwear out of Tyson’s hand and walked to the room, trying not to imagine what he had installed for me next. I reluctantly put them on. I walked out of the room to find...nothing.
Tyson was nowhere to be seen. Feeling like a complete idiot, I hesitantly stepped forward. Just then, two strong hands reached down my jeans and lifted up as high as it seemed they could. I shrieked. My tippy toes weren’t even reaching the ground anymore and the first thing hurt like hell. I started whimpering and tears pooled in my eyes.
“Ahh...ahh owww.” I moaned. The pain was excruciating. “Stop Tyson. Please, stop. Oww.”
“oh, come on. You can do better than that.”
“Oww. Please. Just stop!” I whimpered. Finally the pain had outweighed the pride.
‘Go on.”
“Please Tyson. Im begging you. Please stop. Please.”
“What are the magic words?”
“I...” Swallowing my already wounded pride I finished my sentence. “I submit.”

Comment if you wanna hear what happens now that ‘I’ have submitted.
thatwasawkward190 thatwasawkward190
18-21, F
2 Responses Nov 30, 2012


Die Tyson die!