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I like the boy. Hot, horny body... he'll have fun with daddy.
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Rhett's Punishment part 81
Early that next morning Rhett got dressed in a brand new sparkling white pair of tighty whities and he suddenly felt more like himself again. Despite his common sense telling him that all normal guys graduated from tighty whities when they turned eight, Rhett knew that if a guy like Mr. Harralson could wear them and still look tough then so could Rhett. He loved how full the rise was, and how they waistband of the briefs came up well past his waist. He loved the support they gave his big fat butt and how soft they were on his most sensitive areas. Most of all, he loved how they held everything in place-even if what he had to hold in the front wasn't much at all. Three weeks ago he would have never thought he would be wearing white briefs again in his life. But here he was, feeling like his role model and feeling more like himself. He even pulled on one of the white wifebeaters his dad had picked up for him. It felt nice, and gripped his torso like his briefs gripped his ass. He tucked it in to the waistband of his briefs before finishing getting dressed in a pair of jeans and a nice polo. After a quick, but embarrassing, cage and underwear check with his father Rhett was out the door and on his way to school.
As he walked in the front door, Rhett knew he was in for some big shit today. There's no way that the football team had voted for him to swap back to white briefs without planning something big. Unfortunately, Rhett's thoughts were correct.
Rhett wasn't even halfway to his locker when they struck. The hallway was crowded, and about half of the cheerleaders were present. Including Whitney. Rhett felt two things happen at the exact same time. One set of hands ripped Rhett's jeans straight down to his ankles while another set of hands brutally grabbed the waistband of Rhett's brand new tighty whities and yanked them all the way up to his neck.
Rhett's hands instinctively went to cover his crotch, to hide his cage. But every other part of his shame was open to the full view of the large crowd. "We thought we'd make the underwear check a bit more public today, bitch. Can you taste the cotton yet?" Jon said directly into Rhett's ear. This is how Rhett discovered Jon was giving him the wedgie. While Jon stepped to the side, still tugging Rhett's briefs sky high, another football player spun Rhett around to make sure the entire crowd got a full moon view of Rhett's big ass. Pictures were taken, several people whistled, and Rhett thought he was going to cry. This was the most public humiliation he had suffered since the football players made him cum in front of the cheerleaders. And unfortunately for Rhett, he felt his small pathetic dick start to fight against the cage. Hard. Something inside of him just loved being humiliated in front of women, and his body was responding accordingly.
"Step out of the jeans, f*g" Jon said as he stepped down on Rhett's crumpled pants. Rhett didn't see what choice he had, he was totally overpowered. He stepped out of his jeans and left them on the ground behind them while Jon pulled his white briefs higher and higher. His brand new snow white briefs were being stretched to their limit and just their presence sent a message to everyone in the hall.
"Rhett Johnson wears tighty whities, and he just got a brand new pack."
Kayleb and Caden then approached Rhett from the front and grabbed his polo on each side before pulling it up and over Rhett's head. They tossed it to the ground next to his jeans leaving Rhett wearing only his a-shirt, socks and sneakers, and a pair of tighty whities that were rapidly approaching the back of his head. Jon maneuvered Rhett around the crowd, giving everyone one last good look at Rhett's giant ass, before forcing him into the nearest bathroom. Rhett was devastated-almost the entire school just saw him get completely dominated by other guys. Almost the entire school saw his biggest insecurity-his big ass. And he knew that in the confines of the bathroom it would only get worse.
Rhett was forced against a wall before he felt Jon pull his briefs out of his ass, and down around his ankles. Jon used his foot to spread Rhett's feet apart and bent Rhett over in front of him like a bitch. Jon spat on his fingers and started to rim Rhett's pussy, before forcefully slipping a finger inside. A large crowd of guys formed a circle around Jon and his prey and saw Rhett Johnson, a guy who just a few weeks prior was one of the top dogs on campus, get penetrated by another man's hand. Rhett's face flushed red as he let out a giant moan which drew out a large bought of laughter from the other guys in the room. Jon slipped his fingers out before slipping the same vibrating buttplug inside of Rhett that he had used when Rhett was the human urinal just a few days prior. Two football players spun Rhett around to face the crowd with his briefs still around his ankles. Suddenly, Rhett's cage was fully exposed to everyone in the bathroom. People were stunned.
"That's right guys," Jon said, "Rhett Johnson has a tiny cock that he'll never get to use again. Because I have the only key." Rhett's face was scarlet red now. He was being absolutely dominated, and there was no escape. With his briefs down, cage exposed, and ass filled, he had never been more humiliated in front of such a public crowd. He was being degraded-and part of him liked it.
"But don't worry Rhett! We'll keep finding ways to give you some relief. Isn't that right boys?" Jon said to an all too eager football team. That's when Jon hit a button on his remote and Rhett felt his prostate get hit with waves of intense vibrations. His entire body electrified and his cock strained against his tiny pink chastity cage. He almost fell to his knees but Jon caught him, pulled his briefs back up, and wedgied them into Rhett's exposed ass again to dig the vibrating butt plug even further into his prostate. Another loud moan escaped Rhett's lips and the room filled with laughter again. As Jon held Rhett in place with the wedgie, another football player came forward with a big black sharpie. Rhett felt something cold against his ass, as something was written without him seeing. It was over as fast as it started, and Rhett was turned with his back towards the mirror. Jon wrenched Rhett's face over his shoulder so he could see his big ass in the mirror. With three letters on each cheek, Rhett's ass was labeled with a word that perfectly described him.
"F@GGOT"
He was mortified. This was how they truly saw him, and how they always would. He was such a fool to think he could overcome this by working out more, or becoming tougher. He would always have a big ass that loved being fucked, and they would always have the numbers to overpower him. There was nothing he could do but give in. So that's what he did. He didn't fight back when Jon produced one of Coach's old jockstraps and forced it into Rhett's mouth. He didn't fight back as duct tape was stretched over his mouth, locking the jock in place. And he didn't fight back when they tied his hands together with his shoelaces, in front of his body.
He was pulled over to one of the bathroom stalls, and his briefs were pulled up so high that his feet left the ground. His waistband was secured on a support beam running perpendicular to the floor and about ten feet above it. Rhett's view was just of the toilet in the stall while his massive ass, his biggest insecurity, was labeled and in full view of the entire room.
Just then, the bell rang and students began to trickle out. But not before Jon wrote a note and pinned it to the back of Rhett's wifebeater.
"This is the ex-football player Rhett Johnson. He wears tighty whities. Touch his ass all you want, but if you even think about helping him he gets it worse next time. That's a promise."
With one last grab of Rhett's ass, Jon and the other football players left the bathroom and left Rhett alone to wallow in his deep, public, humiliation. There was only one thing on Rhett's mind now. "When was someone going to come in and see him like this next? and who?"
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