Austin and Dallas - Episode 11

Dallas and Austin had just finished their joint work out session for the day. Secretly, the boys were actually waiting on Santi to complete the first stage of their master plan. Via instant message, the boys had been communicating and scheming how to finally take Stonewall down. Before they could plan ahead, the boys came to the realization that Dallas' hacked phone was too much of a liability. As a result, they came up with the idea for Santi to meet up with Stonewall for casual coffee and while he was distracted, he would snatch his phone. That way, Dallas could have a couple days free to get the necessary preparations done. All throughout the workout, Austin could see Dallas glancing over the phone, waiting for that confirmation text.

Inside the locker room, Austin began changing out of his clothes while Dallas put his gear away. He took off his DC Robin “The Boy Wonder” compression short sleeve shirt. Usually a Marvel guy, he decided to wear it after watching the latest Batman movie in theaters. Now shirtless, Austin stopped for a moment to admired his physique. Taking a good look at himself in the mirror for the first time, Austin realized he was no longer the scrawny runner he was before. He now had a slender body with lean, defined muscles and somewhat visible abs. His core was becoming tighter and his calves looked even better. His shoulders had grown but he was by no means bulky in any sense of the word. Those daily workouts were finally paying off, he thought. Austin couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of him playing Robin in the next Batman movie.

Making his way to his roommate, Austin stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn’t help but stare at the obvious. Because of his tight joggers, Dallas was sporting visible brief lines. Curious, Austin couldn’t help but wonder how the briefs would look on his roommate naked body. But then as Dallas crouched to put his gear away, Austin's eyes widened. Dallas joggers had ripped from the waist, causing the waistband of his underwear to peek out. Austin immediately recognized the white elastic band; they belong to a classic pair of Fruit of the Loom tighty whities. Austin should know, he had an exact pair himself.

Austin hesitated before approaching, his heart beating a thousand times per minute. Since the first day they moved in together, Austin secretly had always wanted to get a hold of his roommate’s underwear. He wanted to pay him back. Now, the perfect opportunity had presented itself and better yet, Dallas was now wearing briefs! Ironic if not poetic.

Just one quick pull, he told himself. It was too perfect not to do it. To get it out of his system. With a mischievous grin on his face, Austin’s hands moved closer. As he was inches away, the boys were abruptly interrupted by some unexpected visitors.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite bitch boy.” Dallas eyes widen, he instantly recognized that voice. Without missing a beat, he turned around and squared up straight to the jock, practically inches away from his face. “Woah, somebody’s feisty today! I like it when they put up a fight!” The head jock and Dallas began clashing heads like two rams locking horns. Not one willing to give up dominance. Unfortunately for Dallas, the head jock wasn’t alone.

Catching him off guard, one of the jocks had circled behind him and wasting no time, laid both his hands on the waistband of Dallas pants and pulled, a loud RIIIIPPPP could be heard throughout the locker room. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look.

To Dallas surprise, the whole backside of his pants had been torn off. Just as Austin suspected, his roommate’s “secret” underwear became visible to everyone. Dallas remained motionless, long enough for the rest of the locker room to get a good look at his brief-clad ass. To make matters worse, because of the sparring session from earlier, the briefs had wedged up into his crack. The stark white fabric wedge tightly into the clef of his ass, emphasizing the tightness of each cheek.

The locker room switched from a calm ambience to a heap of laughter.

All the boys began snickered at him, “Yo, is Dallas wearing whities tighties?” one boy asked.

“It must be laundry day!” someone else shouted, causing everyone to giggle.

Before Dallas could even get a chance to react; wanting in on the action, the other jock walked over to his friend and both of them laid their hands on the waistband of Dallas pants, which was now hanging by mere threads, barely covering his ass. They took a moment to look at their leader for confirmation and with a nod of approval, both of them smiled. In their joint effort, they effortlessly split the pants right down the middle.

This time the entire locker room erupted into laughter. Dallas turned a deep shade of red, embarrassed as the entire group of boys gazed upon his smooth, hairless legs, white undershirt, white calf high socks but worse of all his tiny Fruit of the Loom briefs.

The realization that he was in his tighty whities in the middle of the entire locker room finally sank in and Dallas inadvertently cried out like a pansie before frantically clutching his cock to shield it from view. He was too embarrassed to even consider moving. His confused and frightened heart pounded in his chest as the sound of laughter echoed throughout the locker room.

Austin watched helplessly. There wasn’t anything he could do to salvage the situation or Dallas dignity for that matter. He could only stare at Dallas in his tiny underwear. In all the commotion, Austin secretly admired how the brief made Dallas manhood bulged obscenely and how they complimented his tight hips and broad muscle frame.

Meanwhile, the two jocks doubled over in laughter. Many of the boys laughed mockingly at Dallas choice of underwear before changing and leaving. They thought nothing serious of it. They brushed it off as another ridiculous Tik Tok trend or just boys being boys. After all, in their heads, it wasn’t the first time someone was pantsed in the locker room and definitely wasn’t going to be the last. Once alone, the real fun could begin.

The head jock stared at Dallas quivering body, eyeing his FOTL briefs that were clearly at least two sizes too small for his frame. Excited, he began imagining all the things he could do to him. I’m going to make this faggot my certified bitch boy, he thought.

On his command, the other two jocks held Dallas arms spread out. Unable to move, Dallas was completely at their mercy now. The head bully looked straight into Dallas eyes, sending shivers down his spine as it dawned on Dallas what was going to happen next.

Inches away from his face, the head jock asked Dallas, “Do you know what all tighty whities wearing faggots deserve?”

Not giving him the satisfaction, Dallas remained silent. However, the head jock had no problem calling out his false bravado.

“That’s fine, you’ll find out soon enough.” The head jock slowly made his way behind Dallas. Panicking, Dallas struggled to set himself free but failed miserably. The other two jocks simply snickered as they held his body in place.

Soon enough Dallas felt the jock’s fingers dig into his waistband, gently pulling on it as if he was inspecting it. “Dallas Garcia. College of Business and Finance”, he said. A growing pain grew in Dallas' stomach. How did he know his full name? he thought. Wait, don’t tell me, Dallas couldn’t believe it. Stonewall purposely label his underwear like a dork, Dallas felt so humiliated.

“I guess the bitch boy has a name!” all the jocks laughed in unison.

The head jock tightened his grip and with all his strength yanked the underwear up, lifting Dallas off his feet. The briefs quickly vanished inside Dallas cheeks, his glutes jiggling with every pull. Dallas cried out as he felt the fabric flossing against his asshole, crushing his balls at the same time.

Deep inside, Dallas felt utterly humiliated. He felt ashamed of himself, letting himself be overpowered by three guys that on any given day he could have easily beat the crap out of. He foolishly let his embarrassment get to his head. Now, he was paying the price.

The head jock continued with his little game. Refusing to plead for mercy, Dallas could only grunt and moan in pain as he bounced up and down. Dallas did his best to keep a straight face through it all, occasionally letting out a small whimper to the jock’s enjoyment. Tears formed around the corner of his eyes as a throbbing pain grew in his abdomen; he was getting close to his limit. His face turned a deep shade of red, and a vein popped on his forehead as if he was trying to hold in a cough.

Fortunately for him, the back of Dallas waistband gave out causing him some relief. His once small underwear had become slightly baggy from the back. “I hope you enjoyed you wedgie, faggot or should I say Dallas?” Satisfied, the head jock gave his two friends the say so to release Dallas. Now free, Dallas quickly clutched his bruised balls but not before taking out his phone from his now tatter pants.

“Dallas, are you okay!?” Austin, coming to his senses rushed to his roommate’s aid but was quickly stopped by the three jocks.

“Awww, does the faggot have a boyfriend? Tell me, do you want to be stuffed inside the locker or dumped inside a bin full of dirty jockstraps.” Outnumbered, Austin eyes darted around looking for a way out of this predicament. Catching on to what Austin was thinking, the head jock immediately grabbed him by the back of his neck like an eagle clawing its prey. “I guess, dirty jockstraps it is!”

Now, all three jocks dragged Austin and bent him over a bin full of dirty jockstraps. Austin was sick to his stomach, the potent odor emitting from it was nauseating; it reeked of sweat, vomit, ass, piss and cum. Austin pulled his head back but the more he did the more the jocks pulled his head further in. Austin did his best pushing his assailants back, all that extra training with Dallas was paying off, he felt his biceps bulging from his test of strength. Dallas would have been proud. Nonetheless, the numbers game got the better of him as one of the jocks grabbed Austin’s running shorts and swiftly dropped them to his ankles.

Letting his guard down for a split second, Austin heart dropped as he remembered the underwear he was wearing. No, no, no Austin couldn’t believe it. He was wearing a pair of red briefs with green piping with the words in yellow “Boy Wonder” written across the waistband.

Instinctively, a horrified Austin covered his groin with both hands in a futile attempt to save his modesty. Just like his roommate, Austin was defeated by modesty.

Seizing the opportunity, all three jocks grabbed the back of Austin’s cartoon briefs and lifted him off the ground with ease. However, unlike his roommate, Austin couldn’t hold back his cries. “Ahhh, please stop! Please! Please, it hurts!” Austin begged them to release him as he felt his underwear wedge deep into his ass.

As they wedgie him, the head jock got a good look at Austin’s name written on his waistband. “Austin G.”, it read. “I guess the Boy Wonder has a name!”, the head jock laughed. All three jocks bounced Austin up and down; using his underwear as a bungee cord until they dumped Austin entire body into the bin. Facing towards them, it was revealed that Austin’s underwear had a Robin logo plastered across the crotch of his briefs.

Austin pelvis and legs were now sticking out of the bin while his cartoon underwear were still wedged deep between his ass cheeks on full display. Enjoying the view, all three jocks laughed together, as Austin cried out kicking and screaming like a bratty child throwing a tantrum. To add to their fun, one of the jocks decided to yanked Austin’s shorts off, leaving him with one less piece of clothing.

Admiring their handy work, the head jock decided to snap a picture for Austin’s ass, zooming in on his Texas shaped birthmark. For some reason, it looked vaguely familiar to them.

Not quite done for the day, the head jock looked over at Austin and Dallas ecstatic thinking about the future encounters he was going to have with his little bitch boys.

“Have a nice walk home, bitch boys!" The head jock shouted with an evil grin on his face as all three jocks pushed Austin and Dallas out the locker room and into the main area of the gym.

It was an open quad littered with students, high school seniors visiting and faculty members. Immediately all eyes were glued to the boys' half naked bodies. The boys stood frozen, dumbfounded as the crowd took in their sudden nudity. The one loud gymnasium was so dead silent that you could hear a pin drop. After mere seconds of what felt like forever, the entire crowd erupted into laughter, whistles and applause.

The boys frantically looked around to see the endless waves of people surveying every inch of their bodies. Austin desperately used one hand to cover his chest and the other to cover the front of his cartoon briefs, bringing his knees together. Meanwhile, Dallas cupped his groin with his hand and cellphone and pulled up his sagging briefs with the other.

“OMG! Doesn’t that guy go to our Accounting class?” A girl could be heard asking her friend.

“Isn’t that the guy in all those student government posters?”, another guy said.

“I gotta take a video of this for TikTok!” One of the high school seniors shouted!

On cue, coming back to their senses, Austin and Dallas took off running through the crowd of students who couldn’t help to record the boy’s impromptu undie run.

Chants of “Go! Boy Wonder, Go!” (x3) could be heard throughout the entire gymnasium.

Dallas, beet red, could feel all the girls giggle as they stared at his ass cheeks jiggle with every step; while Austin ran for dear life as he ran past members of his student government in his cartoon briefs.

Once outside, the boys wasted no time dashing straight home. The boys carefully waited until there was nobody around before entering their apartment and slamming the door behind them.

Now behind closed doors, the boys took a moment to catch their breaths as they couldn’t help to comment on each other’s underwear. This was the first time they both had been thoroughly humiliated together.

“Those…are some sick…briefs. You should…get me a pair.” Dallas told Austin, taking a breath between talking.

“Thanks. I’m sure…you can…pull them off,” Austin replied smiling.

“Appreciate it, maybe I’ll wear them more often,” Dallas joked, getting a small chuckle from his roommate.

Both boys took a moment to regain their composure. They were both huffing and puffing from their impromptu undies run. Both their bodies, glitzing from sweat and adrenaline.

After regaining their composure, Dallas' phone began ringing. Dallas checked his phone and saw a few unread texts from Santi (as Stonewall). Santi had managed to steal Stonewall’s phone, so he could no longer spy on Dallas. The first phase of their plan had been successful. “Let’s goooooo!” Dallas couldn’t control his excitement.

Meanwhile, Austin on the other hand was checking his phone that he left behind on accident, on top of the kitchen counter. Just his luck, there were tons of videos of him and Dallas running in their underwear from different angles all over social media. The most popular video having over 30,000 views already with the hashtag #BoyWonder trending.