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Chair wedgie

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#atomic wedgie

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#hanging wedgie

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Throwback to when my friend gave me an atomic wedgie

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“Jason, Jason, Jason. What have you gotten yourself into?” Dean asked as he walked around Jason. Jason had just walked into the locker room and found three upperclassman standing there. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m just here to change and then to practice.” Jason tried to walk past Dean but Dean put his hands on his chest and pushed him back. “I don’t think so. In fact I saw you yesterday in here changing and something caught my eye. You were wearing tighty whities. Now I know a sophomore like yourself wouldn’t be caught wearing those. So if you prove to me that you’re not wearing them right now I’ll let you go. If you are wearing them. Well let’s just say you’ll be riding high the rest of the year.” Said Dean with a huge grin on his face. “Cmon how old are we. Just let me change Dean!” “Wrong answer. Yank his underwear up. Let’s see what he’s wearing.” yelled Dean. And with that the other two guys grabbed the waistband of Jason’s underwear and hoisted up from both sides. Next thing Jason knew his underwear was hooked on his shoulders and he wasn’t able to move without it pulling the underwear further up his ass. “Ouch!!!” Yelled Jason trying to remove the painful wedgie. Dean grabbed his hands before he could and then pulled out some tape from his locker. “You never know when this will come in handy” and with that he taped Jason’s hands behind his back leaving him in a wedgie he couldn’t undo. “Please I’m begging you! Undo the wed-mppgghhh!!” screamed Jason before Dean placed more tape over his mouth. “I warned you kid. No briefs unless you want to ride high. Now why don’t you just soak up this rule while we all go to practice. Maybe when we get back you’ll understand it more clearly.” They taped Jason’s feet and carried him to a tall football locker and shoved him inside. With the wedgie still in place and his hands and mouth taped up he was helpless to fight it. He grew even more frightened when he heard the lock on the locker being sealed shut. “See ya after practice tighty whitie boy!”

#shoulder wedgie

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#atomic wedgie

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had some fun today with the wedgies

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I don’t remember recording this, but I found an old wedgie video on my hard drive that I labeled “depression wedgie” lmao and it definitely lives up to its name. Get ready for the most lifeless wedgie ever.  Maybe I was just relaxing and enjoying the feeling?

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Amazing hanging wedgie (@ wedgie_boys67 on instagram)

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After Paul had passed out at his own birthday party, his friends decided to tie him down and start giving him wedgies

Once he eventually woke up they kept him like this for a while occasionally hiking his briefs further up his ass

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Family Bonds Can Be So Overrated (Part 1)

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Disclaimer: This was originally a story from WedgieHaven. I cannot remember the original author’s name (please contact me if it is you if you wish), but I did get his permission to continue with the story before the site closed down.

**Part 1 is the original story written by the original author - Part 2 onwards will be my own writing**

I’ve included some images above of what the “characters” might look like - but go ahead and ignore if you don’t see them that way. 

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It can be easy to get kind of down about life when you’re 22 and still living at home. Especially when you’re forced to move back into your dad’s overcrowded home because your mom married your asshole new step-dad who didn’t want to give handouts to “moocher millenials who can’t support themselves”. I call my dad’s house overcrowded because it’s a three bedroom place housing my dad, my uncle, my grandpa, and myself. it was better before, when it was just my dad and I, but a local cyclone that made national news ended up completely tearing apart the neighborhood where my uncle and grandpa had houses. They had evacuated days beforehand, but without a place to stay, they were crashing with us for the time being. Which sucked for me, considering their senses of humor. My grandpa has no sense of humor, but a strict authoritarian streak in it’s place. A man of 66, he’s very active and fit for his age. He served in the army for twenty years as a boot camp instructor, so you can imagine his personality type. No nonsense, fond of punishment, loves to get in your face to build character. He’s actually a nice guy, he helped me out a lot for college, but he doesn’t show much love. The funny thing is that while I say he’s fond of punishment, he’s very against corporeal punishment. Says that hitting kids doesn’t teach them anything. He had a different way of liking to leave lasting punishments, and I’ll get to that in a minute. My uncle Steve is who I’m sharing a room with, he’s the kid who never quite grew up. He’s my dads fraternal twin, though they look nothing alike. At the age of 44, Steve stands about 6'0. He’s always laughing, always pulling pranks, he’s a fun guy but can be exhausting to live with sometimes. My dad is also 44, and although he’s just a bit taller than Steve (6'3), nothing else is similar. He’s pretty in shape, he loves running marathons and was the one who got me into track and field in high school. He says the quality I got the most from him are his broad shoulders, but I think it’s the massive amounts of coarse black body hair that I have to deal with. He’s a great dad, he handled mom’s cheating with a lot of maturity and the divorce went smoothly just about a year ago, although like Steve he has such a childish side. And to round off the descriptions, there’s me, Chad. I’m shorter than all the other guys in my family at 5'11. Broad shoulders, dark hair, brown eyes, and weighing about 220, half in muscle and half in fat. I ran track and field and also played football in high school, just graduated from community college a year ago before funds ran dry for the rest of college. You might be wonder why I said it can be easy getting down on life when you’re living at home with a group like this… well, i lied. It wasn’t easy getting down. I would know, because I was stuck hanging from my tighty whities by a rope attached to the tree outside. I curled my bare toes and groaned, hanging my head to glimpse my hairy legs and thighs dangling a good four feet above the ground. I could only imagine how ridiculous my hairy ass looked from the back, I knew I should have shaved. I heard a camera phone shutter snap, and shuddered. I heard my grandpa’s voice boom out from behind me, “Regretting hosting that party now, aren’t you? I’ll let you choose though because I’m nice, Instagram or Facebook?”

Now, how did I end up in this ridiculous position? By playing with fire. I knew that the consequences of throwing a small party the one night that my dad, my grandpa, and my uncle were out of town for a fisherman’s trip would be severe. My dad and my grandpa were both neat freaks, so the idea of a bunch of wild young adults wreaking havoc in the house that we all shared would naturally make them furious. And I learned from a very early age that my fathers, my grandfathers, and uncle Steve’s brand of punishments tended to be a lot more long-lasting and embarrassing than a simple whipping. Nonetheless, I decided to take the risk. After having to drop out of college after finishing up my associates, I had to watch all of my old friends go off to university without me, and that sucked. I saw the rare opportunity to have the house to myself for three days, and I took it. I texted my two best friends that they could come over, bring as much booze as they could, and let’s try to get some chicks to come over. We were all desperately single, and while I wanted to keep it as a small get-together, I figured two or three chicks couldn’t hurt. One of my friends I texted responded immediately, saying that he was going to bring over this girl he had been -kind of- fooling around with for a while. This was Dan, and he was basically my identical twin. A lot of people joke that we’re related, even my dad. Dan’s just a few inches taller than me, standing around 6'1, but he’s build like a linebacker, with broad shoulders and muscled arms. The second friend texted back a few moments later that he was down and was going to try to bring over a girl he had been courting for weeks now. This was Mike.

The night of the party arrived, it was a holiday weekend so we had Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night all to ourselves before my dad, uncle, and grandpa came back from their fishing trip Monday morning. Perfect! I had been unable to nab a date so watched in relative jealousy as both Dan and Mike got comfortable with their girls throughout the course of the booze and video game fueled Friday and Saturday nights, but by Sunday I had gotten over it and just wanted to get more drunk. In fact, because I’m such a bro, I gave my bro’s some private time with their ladies by dragging an old futon into our living room and shutting the door, emphasizing the lock. By the time I went back into the living room Sunday morning, I saw a collection of two pairs of bra’s and panties on the floor in the corner. Success, they even collected the undergarments! Score! Sunday night, the last night we could go crazy, we decided to go REALLY crazy. Whole bottles of vodka were downed in a series of shot, and some genius got the bright idea to start a game of football in the living room by tossing an old vase around. Which was fun, until said antique vase hit the brand new VERY expensive television and sent it crashing to the floor. All I remember was a long period of stunned silence, before my grandfathers authoritarian voice boomed out, “What the hell is going on?!” And in that exact moment, I truly knew fear. Fast forwarding, the two girls quickly ran out of the house, my grandfather, uncle, and father threatening charges if they didn’t leave fast. Dan and Mike tried to follow, apologizing profusely and explaining that we had no way of knowing that poor weather would lead to them all coming home early and promising to pay for all of the damages, but my grandfather simply held up his hand and chuckled while saying “oh you’re not going anywhere” Upon hearing my grandfather tell that to my two friends, my heart sank. I knew the chuckle all too well, and I knew I had just dragged them into the unknown circle of hell with me. I hoped their asscracks, their dignity, and their manhood was prepared for it.

After ushering the girls out and getting things into a semblance of control and understanding, things were ready to be talked out. Myself, Dan, and Mike were lined up against the wall like common perps, while my dad, my grandfather, and my Uncle Steve stood over us with their arms crossed across their chests. “So not only did you throw a party when we expressively stated not to… but you damaged an antique vase worth well over one thousand dollars, as well as a brand new smart television set purchased at $549.00 just last month. AND, not only THAT, but we found two pairs of women’s undergarments on the floor of the living room that we LIVE in, which I can only assume belong to the two young ladies who ran out of here shortly after we arrived.” My grandfather started sternly, while Dan and Mike burst into a series of pleas and apologies. “SO GENTLEMAN” My grandfather projected, silencing my two friends while I hung my head, waiting for the inevitable humiliation. “We have two ways to go about this. Me and my two sons can press charges for trespassing without the homeowners permission, as well as the destruction of property, and demand restitutions…” to which Mike and Dan erupted into a series of pleas before being silenced by a single look from my dad. “… Or,” started my grandfather with his sly grin, “You allow us to have a little payback. You see gentlemen, while I’m not a believer in corporal punishment, I do believe that punishment only teaches a lesson when it’s long-lasting. And how do you make sure a punishment is long-lasting? For a male, you rob him of something that he won’t ever forget losing temporarily. His Pride, or his dignity you could call it. It’s extremely effective. And since you gentlemen violated our house for three days, I figure that would make a fitting time for a punishment violating your senses of masculinity. Think you’re so tough that you can have sex in somebody elses house that didn’t even want you there? Oh, well you got another thing coming boys. So this is your last chance, will you take the fines and charges on your record? Or will you consent to three days of equal payback? I promise nothing long-lasting or against the law will happen in the household… but you will leave with a newfound appreciating for respecting boundaries, I can promise you that much.” Myself, Mike, and Dan had to resort to nodding our heads. What else could we do? Only I knew what was coming though, I’d been through this routine before.

It had all started when, at the age of 18, I had crashed my dad’s designer car doing stunt tricks in the school parking lot. I thought I’d be in for my first actual whipping of my life, but when my dad sat me down, he had other ideas. He was going to punish me the way his father had punished him, and with the invention of the internet and designer underwear, he had even more resources to do it. What options did I have to refuse? It was either this or complete, total restriction during the summer. I took the offered two days of punishment, and my dad pulled out a pack of 3XXL white Uniqulo briefs. I was ordered to strip down to just a pair of those baggy briefs and was forced to hold them up to prevent them from falling down, my eighteen year old body shivering in the February cold of our backyard, my already developed black coarse body hair failing to insulate me. My dad leaned in behind me and whispered, “now beg me for your atomic wedgie”. I grit my teeth, every ounce of my pride wanting to refuse, but also thinking about the thousands of dollars that had went into my dad’s car. So as ridiculous as I felt, I groaned, “Please dad, give me my atomic wedgie”. With a sudden and smooth motion he yanked up and I gasped, the uniqlo briefs sliding effortlessly into my hairy ass and launching up my back. Stopping at my neck, my dad let out a breath of exasperation and yanked up again, making me cry out in pain again. The briefs stretched easily up and over my forehead… and then down my nose… and then over my chin, completely blinding me to the world and obscuring my view with my own underwear that my dad had atomic wedgied. He let go and I reached up to my chin to detach and he chuckled and grasped my wrists, forcing them down. “no no, this is part of the punishment.” I kept that atomic wedgie yanked over my chin in for four hours and was forced to stand at attention in that in the chilly air the entire time. When my father finally led me back inside and detached the underwear from my face so I could see, I was met with the sight of my grinning uncle steve. “It’s swirlie time!” he cackled, and I again felt my heart sink. This was completely humiliating, though again, I wasn’t in much of a position to argue considering what I had done to my fathers car. I grit my teeth and started to follow my uncle to the bathroom to just get it over with, but I was stopped by my father again. “Oh no, there’s no walking when you’re being punished” he told me, and proceeded to drag me by my crazily stretched out tighty whities to the toilet. My uncle then proceeded to give me several swirlies in a row, always making sure I had time to breathe, while forcing me to repeat “I will not do stupid shit in other people’s cars” after each one. At that point desk was set in, and my father was ready to get ready to start turning in for the night. I sighed in complete relief, whatever fresh hell the second and last day of my punishment would hold I could deal with after a nice night in bed, but again my father had other ideas. Before I knew it, during my last swirlie, my ankles were cuffed together. When I yanked my head out of the water to protest, my wrists were dragged around the rim of the toilet bed and duct taped swiftly. In a flurry of motion between my father and my uncle, my whole body was soon completely immobiled, duct taped around the toilet bowl, my head hovering above the water. I asked them what the hell they thought they were doing, and my uncle steve whistled and said, “I have the perfect punishment for that potty mouth… but first one more thing. And don’t worry Chad, everything will be explained in just one second… right after I do THIS”. He yanked those stretched out damn Uniqlo briefs back up, making me howl again. They stretched so far that my father and uncle were able to tie them to the towel rack above the toilet about a good four feet off the ground. I was now completely immobilized, taped to the toilet, my head forced into the bowl but above the water, my tighty whitie uniqlo briefs stretched up my ass tied to something four feet in the air, not able to hang me due to me being duct taped to the toilet but forcing my ass into the air. “You’ll be sleeping in this position son, but don’t worry, we’ll be waking you up bright and early at six am for round two of your punishment for wrecking my car. And you can think we’re awful, we’re vindictive, we’re abusive… son, I want to know I love you. I gave up everything for you. I could have grounded you for the summer… which would have meant that you just would not have seen your friends. I could have whipped or spanked you… which would have been physically a hell of a lot more painful than having your undies shoved up your ass and a hell of a lot more abusive. No, you see son, I don’t like punishing you. I don’t want you to fuck up, not just for my bank account either. So in order to not punish often, I want the punishments to count. And I want every time you look at me for the next little while to remind you of me pulling your underwear over your head while you beg me to give you an atomic wedgie. I want you to remember being duct taped to the toilet bowl and being given swirlies by your own father and uncle, which we also made you beg for. Because when you remember that, then when I tell you to do something or to NOT do something, you’re not going to look at me as an out-of-touch old man who you don’t have to take seriously. I AM the boss of you as long as you live under MY roof, and this is meant to teach you that.” I nodded slowly into the toilet bowl, my mind racing and just wanting some peace and quiet. But that’s when my Uncle Steve piped up. “And for that foul mouth earlier, I have something special just for you. I know you must be hungry, and I want you to know I cooked up something just for you in my dutch oven” I immediately shouted “NO” but it was too late. All of a sudden, I felt my uncles fatass bare ass cheeks hovering over the toilet bowl, a mere millimeter away from touching the back of my head, but completely sealing off the bowl with my face still in it. “Now I want you to know I completely cleaned out the ole’ pipes before I came here, absolutely no danger of any accidents happening. But I’ve had the WORST gas all day, you know how my stomach gets when I eat mexican food for lunch and beans for dinner. I may have cleared out my system, but my stomach is still mighty upset” I yelled “NO” again, but I heard my dad chuckle and say “Good night Chad” right before my uncle let his first gigantic fart rip into the toilet bowl, riffling the hairs on the back of my neck. The absolute worst smell imaginable hit me, and I gagged. It tasted completely ripe, and there was no escaping it in this closed off toilet bowl. My uncle groaned and let another one rip, this one blasting for a good six seconds. I again gagged, trapped in the toilet bowl. What followed was the longest five minutes of my life, of my uncle ripping constant farts to clear his system of all of his gas, and me being trapped in that toilet bowl as the accumulated farts assaulted my senses. My eyes were stinging, I couldn’t dare to breathe for most of it. It was a literal gas chamber. Finally I heard my uncle sigh and stand up, letting delicious fresh air into the bowl that had served as a five minute hotbox. “Oh, that did feel mighty good” Steve chuckled, before telling me that I had two last good night presents. I groaned again, not even able to speak, but quickly yelped as he grabbed the end of my tighty whities wrapped around the loop of the towel rack and yanked it even more forward, adding another loop and strengthening the tension in my ass. My underwear was now stretched far above my head again and was nearly suspending me in the air despite all the duct tape holding me down. He leaned in and whispered, “Don’t yell, this is for your own good. Now thank your good old Uncle Steve for your atomic dangling wedgie and your dutch oven, and tell him how nice those farts tasted for a potty mouth like yourself, and ask him for a good night swirlie.” I grit my teeth, my eyes still watering from the dutch oven, and said, “Uncle Steve, thank you so much for your atomic dangling wedgie, I deserved it sir. And your five minute dutch oven, I deserved to have your farts blasted into the toilet bowl with me for my potty mouth sir. Please give me a good night swirlie sir, I deserve it for wrecking the car.” “I thought you would never ask!” He laughed, dunking my head one last time and flushing before going off to bed, leaving me to the most uncomfortable sleep of my life. The next morning, I was given a simple task after a shower and an actually good breakfast. I was to be dropped off at the beach with a large sign that said, “I wrecked my dad’s car, instead of having to pay for it I agreed to be publicly humiliated. Free wedgies, I need at least fifteen to pay off the rest of my debt” I was forced to wear the same pair of 3XXL Uniqlo Tighty Whities, and received my fifteen wedgies within three hours, most from chuckling surfer bros. Well, fourteen. I only had one left before my punishment was over, and my underwear had already been yanked over my head by the last seven people and it was getting harder and harder to unhook and stuff back into my pants. My dad and uncle pulled up next to me around the three hour to mark to ask for my progress, and I reported my fourteen and that I only needed one more. They both smiled and told me I was in luck, and out stepped my grandpa from the backseat. I groaned and tried to protest, but my dad stopped me. “Chad, one more! One more and you'e done and you’re punishment is over and hopefully this never has to happen again!” I recognized the logic and turned around, resigning myself to my fate, when I heard my grandfather chuckle from the backseat. “You aren’t getting off this easy” he said with a laugh, and before I could turn around to ask him what he meant, I gasped as my 6'2 muscled army veteran grandfather grabbed my tighty whities and launched me in the air, easily holding my frame in the air by my underwear. I squirmed and he said sternly “Keep squirming and I’ll give you a real reason to be uncomfortable” I sighed and tried to relax, being held up in the air by my tighty whities by my grandfather on a public beach. He then shuffled me over a few steps, to the muscle beach section of our beach. There’s a lot of public weights out there, with a lot of bodybuilders always working out. The guys at the muscle beach on that particular day were older and were watching this all with a gleam in their eyes, chuckling at my misfortune. My grandfather called out to one of them by name, and I quickly realized with horror that they were all familiar with each other. In fact, they all had the same army tattoo on their shoulders… oh God, this was a setup of sorts. This wasn’t going to be one last simple wedgie before the punishment was over. They were going to make it count. One by one, I was passed around to the seven different vets training at muscle beach, and was given a variety of wedgies, all of which counted as “part” of grandpas last one. One of them gave me a dangling, another an atomic melvin, another a regular atomic… another pulled the front and back over my head respectively, that’s how stretched out they were. He tied it into a knot, leaving me trapped in it while they all laughed their asses off, while a final one snuck several handfuls of hot sand down there. My grandfather then stood behind me and uttered, “Almost done boy, I know you’re going to think twice about disobeying your dad ever again from now on, but I have to complete the tradition”. He once again picked me up, in my knotted atomic melvin/wedgie with sand burning in my ass crack, and looped the strand of underwear running up my back around the highest weight he could reach, before having his buddies hold me down quickly to ziptie my wrists and ankles. I was completely immobilized, my underwear pulled up over my head from both sides, sand burning my asscrack, hanging by that same pair of underwear on a public beach being laughed at by my father, my uncle, my grandfather, and seven different army veterans. I eventually cried out “OKAY I GET IT. I OFFICIALLY GET IT. I’M SORRY. I’M SORRY. I’M NEVER DISOBEYING YOU AGAIN” My father nodded at my grandpa and said “I think he learned his lesson.” Everybody agreed… and still decided to leave me there for another twenty minutes while they went and got hot dogs. To their credit, they did bring me back one. And I had sworn on that day I would never do something to warrant that punishment again while I was living in my dad’s house… but I had just fucked up, and my friends and I were about to pay the price. (Oh, and disclaimer, in no way shape or form do I think any of the punishments or actions of family members in this are appropriate or helpful in any way. This is a work of fiction, which was carefully crafted to avoid any actions that could be deemed overtly sexual in nature between family members, every action used as a punishment was selected as a stereotypical bullying technique).

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#regular wedgie

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A very painful, humbling version of the time-out: hanging by his wedgie in the middle of the living room.

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#shoulder wedgie

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We’re going to try out Wedgie Wednesday, where people can submit photos of themselves and they will be posted every Wednesday. Sort of like a spotlight for that person.

This is briefsguy1 and he’s 23 from Michigan. Add him on Snapchat because he’s a nice guy and easy to talk to!

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Laying there in disbelief that I got them over his head. Better get used to it!

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