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F Mikey
By: Grod Date: March 9, 2024, 9:16 pm
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Mikey Thompson, the school's most infamous degenerate, had
always been known for his rebellious streak. He didn't care
about rules, authority, or anyone else's feelings. He was a
self-proclaimed anarchist, and he wore it like a badge of honor.
So, when Mikey decided to moon the school football team during
their victory parade, it came as little surprise to anyone. The
crowd gasped in unison as his pale, hairy behind was thrust into
the air, the shock of his actions visible on every face around
him. But Mikey just laughed, reveling in the moment. Little did
he know, this was about to get a whole lot worse.
"Get that mother fucker!" Gus, the team quarterback and captain
yelled.
Before Mikey could even react, he felt himself being tackled
from behind. The air rushed out of his lungs as he hit the
ground hard. He looked up to see Gus standing over him, a
murderous look in his eyes. The rest of the football team
quickly joined in, piling on top of Mikey and raining down
punches and kicks. Blood started to trickle down Mikey's face as
he struggled to breathe under the weight of his assailants.
"Ya`ll hit like bitches!" Mikey yelled in-between his beatings.
The principal, Mr. Jenkins, finally managed to break up the
fight and pull the football team off of Mikey. Blood dripped
from his nose and his left eye was already starting to swell
shut. He struggled to stand on his own, leaning heavily against
a nearby locker. The rest of the school had mostly dispersed,
leaving Mikey and the football team to face the music.
"Alright boys." Mr. Jenkins said, "Give this idiot a wedgie and
hang him from the flagpole!"
The football team cheered.
"Yeah, give him what he deserves!" Gus shouted, his voice laced
with venom.
As the football team surrounded Mikey, their leader, Gus, began
to undo his pants. "Hey, Mikey," he said with a sneer, "I bet
you've never seen a wedgie this big!" With that, he yanked down
Mikey's shorts and underwear, revealing his pale, hairy ass to
the world. The other players joined in, grabbing fistfuls of his
underwear and wedging them deep into his exposed crack. Mikey
let out a high-pitched scream as he felt the fabric being forced
deeper and deeper inside.
"Oh good lord!" Mikey yelled.
The other students had gathered around to watch the spectacle.
Some were laughing, others were cheering. The principal looked
on approvingly, as the boys from giving Mikey his comeuppance.
With Mikey's underwear stretched to its limit, the football team
lifted him off the ground, his toes barely touching the floor.
They marched him over to the flagpole, where they hoisted him up
into the air, his legs kicking wildly. As they secured the rope
around his boxers, Mikey let out a wild scream.
"You're such a faggot!" someone shouted from the crowd.
Mikey writhed helplessly in midair as the boys tied a knot
around his boxers. "Let me go!" he screamed. "This isn't funny!"
"Neither are you bitch boy!" Gus said.
The boys finished tying the knot around Mikey's boxers, leaving
him suspended in the air, his legs kicking frantically. They
took a step back to admire their handiwork, while the rest of
the school continued to laugh and jeer. The principal, Mr.
Jenkins, seemed to enjoy the spectacle as well, watching with a
glint in his eye.
Eventually the crowd dispersed, leaving him suspended in the
air.
His butt throbbing from the abuse it had endured, Mikey's anger
began to give way to a sense of helplessness. Tears welled up in
his eyes as he struggled to free himself from the makeshift
noose around his waist. The knot was tight, and every time he
kicked his legs, it dug deeper into his flesh. His arms ached
from the strain of holding himself up, and his lungs burned from
the lack of air.
As he hung there, slowly turning in the wind, he noticed a few
of the other students gathering around again, some out of
curiosity, others out of a perverse desire to see him suffer. He
closed his eyes and tried to block out their taunts and
laughter. He thought about how he had always been different from
the other kids, how he had always been a target for their
cruelty. He wondered if anything would ever change.
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