#in shape

[capturedbeauty]

[dreamsofhannah2]

𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓱 2

[aivoluptulicious]

Roller skate girl over 50

[tanaudel]

Thought I’d watch Pride (2014) to relax but I cried in the opening credits because moody reprises of marching songs will get me every time, and I’m not sure what I was expecting from a movie involving Welsh mining unions.

[uimanhosa]

[eat-well-hydrate-work-out-sleep]

[maxkokosstuff]

[keyplaid]

One afternoon, during free period, they caught Daniel alone near the sports field, far from the watchful eyes of any teachers or prefects. Victor, Liam, and their group surrounded him, cutting off any chance of escape. Daniel’s eyes darted around nervously as he realized he was trapped.

“Hey, Muller,” Victor called, his voice oozing false friendliness. “We’ve been meaning to have a little chat with you. Heard you’ve been telling people we’re ‘bullies.’ That true?”

“N-no, I swear I didn’t say anything!” Daniel stammered, his voice quaking with fear. He took a step back, but Liam was there, blocking his path.

“Too late for that now, crybaby,” Liam sneered, cracking his knuckles. “We just want to make sure you learn a little respect.”

Victor moved behind Daniel with a predatory grin. In one swift motion, he grabbed the waistband of Daniel’s briefs through his trousers. Daniel froze, his breath hitching in his throat. Victor yanked upward sharply, lifting Daniel almost off the ground.

“Let’s see how much you like this, you little rat!” Victor hissed, pulling harder. The waistband shot up, the elastic straining as it dug deep into Daniel’s skin, causing him to yelp in pain. Unlike Simon, Daniel couldn’t hold back. He let out a strangled cry, his hands flailing as he tried desperately to relieve the pressure.

“Yes! That’s it, cry for us!” Liam taunted, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Give us a good show, Muller!”

Daniel’s face contorted in agony as Victor continued to pull, the waistband of his underwear stretching higher and higher, the fabric bunching painfully between his legs. He let out another sob, tears welling in his eyes as the pain became unbearable.

“Please, stop!” he begged, his voice cracking. “It hurts! Please, I’ll do anything!”

Victor laughed, yanking the waistband even higher. “Hear that, boys? He’ll do anything! Maybe we should make him run around like this. What do you think, Liam?”

“Definitely!” Liam laughed, his voice cruel. “Let’s see him waddle like a duck!”

They pushed Daniel forward, his briefs still wedged high and tight, forcing him to stumble awkwardly. The boys laughed uproariously as Daniel, his face a mask of humiliation and pain, tried to walk, his legs awkwardly bent, the fabric cutting into him with every step.

“Quack, quack, little duckling!” Pieter shouted, doubling over with laughter. “Maybe you can fly away from us now!”

Daniel’s sobs grew louder as he tripped, falling to his knees, his hands clawing at his waistband, desperately trying to pull it down. His cries echoed across the empty field, mixing with the seniors’ cruel laughter.

“Look at him!” Liam sneered, his voice filled with glee. “Crying like a little baby. Maybe we should give him a pacifier next time!”

Victor finally released the waistband, letting it snap back against Daniel’s back. Daniel collapsed on the ground, curling up into a ball, his body wracked with sobs. The seniors stood over him, looking down with a mix of amusement and disdain.

“Pathetic,” Victor muttered, shaking his head. “If you ever say a word about us again, it’ll be worse than this. Got it?”

Daniel could only nod, his body trembling, his face streaked with tears.

“Good. Now get out of here.” Victor kicked lightly at Daniel’s side, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to humiliate. “And don’t let us catch you alone again.”

As Daniel scrambled to his feet and ran, his sobs still audible, the boys laughed, high-fiving each other. Unlike with Simon, they had gotten exactly what they wanted—complete and utter submission, the kind that would haunt Daniel for the rest of his time at Dunwood.

For the seniors, it was just another game, another victory. But for Daniel, it was a nightmare that would replay in his mind over and over again.

[tallrunner1965]

[capturedbeauty]

[hunkyriolondon]

Magnificent , I like to shower with him🍆

[wolfyaims13]

[sun-jass]

[keyplaid]

It had been a few days since the last encounter, and Thomas could hardly bear to face anyone. He felt like every step he took, every turn he made in the hallways, was watched by eyes that were waiting for him to break. The humiliation of his last ordeal still hung over him like a dark cloud, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was only a matter of time before they would come for him again.

This time, they found him near the school gymnasium, a secluded area with few witnesses. Rupert, James, and Edward approached with their usual predatory grins, a phone already in Rupert's hand, poised to record.

“Thomas!” Rupert called out, his voice loud and confident. “Just the person we were looking for. We’ve got a special request for you today.”

Thomas felt his heart sink, his body tensing with dread. He tried to turn away, but James and Edward quickly flanked him, blocking his path.

“Come on, Thomas, don’t be shy,” James taunted, his grin wide. “We’re all friends here, aren’t we?”

Edward laughed. “Yeah, friends who just want to see you smile… and maybe admit a few things.”

Thomas swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady. “Just leave me alone,” he said quietly, his eyes darting around for any means of escape.

But Rupert stepped forward, raising his phone so it was pointed directly at Thomas’s face. “Oh, not this time, Thomas. You see, today we’re going to make sure everyone knows just how much you enjoy our little games.”

Thomas’s eyes widened in panic. “No, please,” he whispered. “Don’t do this.”

“Oh, we are doing this,” Rupert replied with a sinister smile. “Now, let’s hear it. Tell us you like it. Tell the whole world you love getting wedgies from us.”

Thomas tried to resist, shaking his head. “I won’t,” he stammered. “I can’t.”

James grabbed Thomas by the arms, holding him in place, while Edward moved behind him, positioning himself with a cruel grin. “Oh, you will,” James whispered in Thomas's ear. “Or else things will get much worse for you.”

Rupert nodded, keeping the camera focused on Thomas’s face. “Go on, Thomas. Say it. Beg for your wedgie. Admit you like it, and maybe we’ll go easy on you this time.”

Thomas felt his legs trembling, his resolve weakening under the pressure of their taunts. But before he could answer, Edward reached around and grabbed the waistband of Thomas’s briefs, yanking them sharply upward. The fabric stretched painfully, cutting into Thomas’s skin as it rode higher and higher.

“Come on, Thomas!” Edward shouted with a laugh, giving another violent tug. “Beg for it! Tell us you love it!”

Thomas winced, his face contorted with pain. “Please… stop,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

James chuckled, tightening his grip on Thomas’s arms. “Not good enough, mate. We need to hear it loud and clear. Tell us you like it!”

Edward pulled harder, lifting Thomas slightly off the ground. The waistband of his briefs stretched upward, the leg holes pulling taut against his skin, and the elastic cut painfully into his shoulders. Thomas let out a gasp of pain, unable to hold it in any longer.

Rupert leaned in closer with the camera, capturing every moment. “Come on, Thomas,” he taunted. “Tell everyone how much you love this. Tell us you can’t get enough.”

Thomas felt the tears welling up in his eyes, his body trembling. The pain was excruciating, but the humiliation was even worse. “I… I like it,” he choked out, his voice breaking.

Rupert grinned wider, encouraging him to continue. “Louder, Thomas! Say it like you mean it!”

Edward gave another sharp yank, and Thomas felt the waistband dig even deeper into his skin, stretching impossibly high above his back. “I like it!” he cried, his voice desperate.

The boys erupted in laughter, and Rupert kept the camera rolling. “Good boy,” he sneered. “Now, beg us for it. Beg us for your wedgie like the little toy you are.”

Thomas’s face was red with shame, and his tears flowed freely down his cheeks. “Please… give me a wedgie,” he sobbed. “I… I want it.”

Rupert turned the camera to James and Edward, capturing their wide grins and mocking expressions. “Hear that, everyone?” Rupert shouted. “Thomas loves it! He can’t get enough of our little games.”

Edward gave one final, vicious tug, lifting Thomas’s feet slightly off the ground, causing him to yelp in pain. “Look at him,” Edward jeered. “Practically dancing in the air. Bet he’s never felt this alive!”

James laughed, releasing Thomas’s arms and letting him slump to the ground, his body wracked with sobs. “Well done, Thomas,” he mocked. “You’ve given us some great material for the school group chat.”

Rupert stopped recording, a satisfied grin on his face. “We’ll make sure everyone sees this,” he said. “And who knows? Maybe we’ll start a trend.”

The boys walked away, their laughter echoing down the corridor, leaving Thomas crumpled on the floor, his face buried in his hands. He knew that his humiliation wasn’t over; it was just beginning. The video would spread like wildfire, and soon everyone would know.

And in that moment, Thomas felt more broken than ever, knowing that his torment would never truly end as long as they had control over him.

[jamesmarsdenfan]

TODAY! From Adam Nicklas' Instagram: James Marsden works out at the Brickhouse Boxing Club. Jan. 10, 2024.

[capturedbeauty]