“Please! Stop!” Mark finally calls out. Josh laughs once more but ignores Mark as he continues to yank his underwear higher and higher up his back. He can already predict that his underwear is already near his shoulder blades, and with one final tug from Josh, they snap right over Mark’s head. Mark’s head shoots back by the pressure of his underwear. He is always used to standing around like this. Mark was so used reviving atomic wedgies that he would often find himself able to navigate through the school hallways by memory since he received them so much

“Ah, my nuts!” Josh cried out as his roommate gave him a hard melvin.

“We’ve talked about this, Josh. Guys who wear tighty whities don’t have nuts. You have little grapes at best. I mean look at that thing.” He flicked Josh’s exposed grape-sac that was visible from the wedgie. “Can you even feel that? Not turn around.”

Josh grumbled, but obeyed. He knew things would only be worse if he fought it. He felt his roommate’s hands latch onto the back of his briefs and pull them upwards.