gym class was the absolute worst. In gym class, there were only two types of boys. Those who wore boxers... and those who whore Tighty Whities. If you were the latter, then you were absolutley doomed to be the victim of wedgie torture. High school can be a tough place.my friend Paul and I had our gym lockers right next to each other. We were getting ready for class and I had already disrobed down to just my tighty whities. Paul was just pulling his gym shirt on, which barely covered the waistband of his underwear. Suddenly Brad(the football team captan and one of the worst bullies at my school) appeared behind us. "Hey Nerds! You ready for gym class today? I hear we're playing Dodgeball today, and I hear Coach Smith has something really special planned for us!" Brad reached down and grabbed the waistbands of Paul and I's tighty whities. With one swift movement, he pulled back, let go and snapped our waistbands against our skin. We both yelped at the pain. Brad and his cohorts walks away laughing.

Coach Smith was the primary gym teacher and the football coach at Imperial High. The worst part about my gym class was that pretty much the entire football team was in my period. There were 12 football players, and 4 nerds in my particular class. Which always put us nerds at a really severe disadvantage whenever we played team sports. None of us were known for our athleticism.

Paul and I walked into the gymnasium with Greg and Terry, our fellow gym class nerds. On one half of the gymnasium was the cheerleading squad, practicing drills and doing gymnastics. There were at least 10 girls, all wearing the traditional short skirts and crop tops of an Imperial High cheerleader. They were all so beautiful... it was tough not to stare.

On the other half of the gym, was a much less pleasant sight. All 12 of the football players were lined up, with Coach Smith standing in front of them. All of the jocks were holding and bouncing dodge balls. This wasn't going to be good... Coach smith blew his whistle. "LINE UP NERDS!" He shouted as he pointed in front of him. Paul, Greg, Terry and I all scrambled to line up adjacent from the intimidating football players. At this point, all of the cheerleaders had stopped their drills and were all looking over to see what was going to happen.

Coach Smith addressed the whole room, "Today is going to be a very fun class kids! Today, we are playing Dodgeball!" The Jocks all cheered, hooted and hollered. Greg, one of the nerds, started crying. Apparently this was not his first time playing dodgeball... "Now, we need a good way to differentiate between our two teams!" Yelled Coach Smith. I guess that the fact all the football players were a good foot taller than us nerds, and they all weighed at least 60 pounds more than us didn't differentiate us enough.

Coach Smith pointed to the jocks. "On this side, my glorious football players, will be skins!" Declared Coach Smith. The Jocks all immediatley pulled off their shirts, exposing their six pack abs. The cheerleaders in the room all cheered and hooted at the football players. Next, Coach Smith pointed to us. "And on this side, the nerds... will be... TIGHTY WHITIES!" All the football players and cheerleaders immediatley burst out laughing.

Greg, Terry and Paul all immediatley dropped their pants. They were instantly resigned to their fate. I stood my ground for a moment. I said, "Coach Smith! This doesn't seem necessary to me, I think..." Immediatley Coach Smith stomped towards me and got right up in my face. He was a foot taller than me, and very intimidating. A collective, "oooooh" shot out through the room from everyone watching. Coach Smith yelled, "Are you talking back to me kid? Cuz if you are, then I guarantee you I WILL FAIL YOU! Now do as you are told, or I will give you detention for a week! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!"

I knew there was no point in arguing this further. It was just going to prolong my suffering. Resigned to my fate, I stripped off my pants(at least we cold keep our shirts). There we stood. Four out of shape, short nerds in our tighty whities, facing off against an army of tall jocks with six pack abs. You could definitely tell who the virgins in the room were. The Cheerleaders and Jocks couldn't stop laughing. We could hear the cheerleaders taking pictures of us with their smartphones. I'm sure those would be up on Facebook later.

Greg was crying even louder now, Terry was silently stoic, and Paul was trying to encourage everyone with a heroic speech. "Come on guys! If we try really hard, maybe we can actually win! I believe in us! Nerd power!"The cheerleaders had all started an impromptu cheer of "Beat the Nerds! Beat the Nerds!" Suddenly, Coach Smith blew his whistle, and the game began. It was at this moment, that I suddenly realized that something was off. The game had started, but there weren't any dodge balls in the center of the room. They were all in the Jock's hands already... That wasn't fair! This was going to be a very short game.

Paul was the first one to go down. He was looking towards the rest of us, and away from the jocks, when the whistle blew. Immediatley, a dodge ball cracked into the back of his head and sent him reeling forward and onto the ground. He was out... and not moving. The Next to go was Greg. He was still crying, and trying to shield his face with his hands. It wasn't his face he should have been worrying about... A dodgeball flew towards Greg at high speed and nailed him directly in the crotch! Greg's face went beet red and he let out a loud OOOMPH and collapsed in a heap on the ground. The entire team of cheerleaders were beside themselves with laughter. "It's not like he was ever going to use that anyways!" Said one of the hottest cheerleaders.

The ball that had hit Paul in the head was bouncing on the ground just a few feet from me. I rushed over towards it to see if I could grab it before I got hit. Meanwhile, Terry had given up, and was doing his best to plead with the Jock's for mercy. He was on his knees at the half court line, literally begging them not to hurt him. Brad walked forward from the other Jocks, grabbed the back of Terry's Tighty Whities and gave him an atomic wedgie. With Terry's underwear now covering his eyes, Terry was completely blind. He yelled in pain and jumped to his feet, confused, and tried to run away. He inadvertently ran right towards the cheerleaders, who all parted way to let him through. Terry kept on running blind, until he finally ran face first into the wall and knocked himself out. One of the jocks threw a dodgeball at him to get him out, just for good measure.

I was the only one left now. I had reached the dodgeball that was near me, and had a firm grasp on it. I looked towards the jocks, chose my target and threw the Dodgeball directly at Brad. The ball arced through the air, but not very quickly because I'm not very strong, and headed straight for Brad. It would be amazing if I managed to actually get that jerk out! Just as the ball was about to hit Brad, he easily sidestepped the ball and it harmlessly bounced away. One of Brad's friends handed him a fresh dodgeball. I was doomed...

I could hear giggles from the cheerleaders who all knew my fate was sealed. This was how it was meant to be. The nerds subjugated to the alpha male jocks... We were clearly the "inferior species" to them. The cheerleaders chant of "Beat the Nerds!" Started back up again. The Jock's slowly closed in on me. forming a semi circle around me. They all held dodgeballs and were preparing to aim at me. I raised my hands to cover my face, and suddenly, the entire room went dead quiet... Then I felt it. A warm liquid flowing down my leg. I looked down and saw that the front of my tighty whities were now stained yellow with urine... I had peed myself from fear... I looked around the room at the shocked faces of all the football players and cheerleaders who were looking at me in my humiliating state... Then I peed some more. I just couldn't help it! That was when the room once again erupted with laughter. "The nerd peed himself!" Cried one Jock. "What a fucking loser!" Laughed one of the cute cheerleaders.

I didn't know what to do. I was speechless, and frozen in the middle of the room with my pee soaked briefs. A puddle had formed around my feet, and I could feel urine soaking into my socks and puddling inside my shoes. This was the worst moment of my life. I saw some cheerleaders taking videos with their phones. Now everyone would know what happened! Coach Smith blew his whistle,declared the Jocks the winners of the game and walked out of the gym room. The cheerleaders all swarmed around the Jocks to congratulate them and flirt with them(hell,some were even making out right there,the girls kissing the jocks and some even rubbing there hands and butts in the guys "privets")

That's when the head cheerleader( she was the hottest girl in school and bullied us losers a lot,and she was Brad's girlfriend) said: "Now before we give u guys some hot rewards for winning... i think its time to punish the Nerds for losing! what do u say girls,lets show this virgins how it fell to lose virginity, a nice butt flossing? " All the cheerleaders giggle and nodded at the football players,then Brad yell: "hahaha you girls are the boss!! No need to ask twice!!Alright Boys, you know what to do,lets give them a nice hanging outside,that should burn pretty deep hahahahahaha!!"

We were immediately surrounded by the guys and dragged away,the cheerleaders following right behind,filming and taking pictures of the event while chanting "hang them up,hang them up!"

Five minutes later, myself, Paul, Terry and Greg were all pantsed ,and hanging by our tighty whities on the chain link fence outside of the gym. Although mine really weren't so whitey anymore, much to my shame. All the other students who walked by cracked up at the sight of us squirming and wincing from the pain and humiliation,we stayed hanging for almost 20 minutes before the undies started to rip,allowing us to get back in the ground and get our jeans and shorts back in the gym room,(luckily the jocks forgot to hide them lol). The following morning at school and the "Nerdy losers group hanging wedgie" was all people talked about(i even maneged to get my head dunked in a toilet by some cheerleaders,they said the only thing my lips would ever kiss in this school was the insides of the toilet bowl),yea guess that my sexual life in hight school was pretty much defined in that dodgeball game.... sucks been a nerd

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