(DIR) Return Create A Forum - Home --------------------------------------------------------- (HTM) https://conkerotk.createaforum.com --------------------------------------------------------- ***************************************************** (DIR) Return to: Drunk Stories ***************************************************** #Post#: 68693-------------------------------------------------- F Mikey By: Grod Date: March 9, 2024, 9:16 pm --------------------------------------------------------- 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. *****************************************************