Just Me

Hello hello!

I am so incredibly excited to be able to share this story with all of you! This one is a bit different from my usual writing, both in its style (being in first person rather than third), but also who it is written for. Many of you who are involved with the online Kink community are probably aware of the incredible duo Mister Kristofer Weston and Pup AMP. The two of them together run an incredible YouTube channel and Podcast called “Watts The Safeword” where they cover a wide variety of topics related to kink, BDSM, fetishes, sex positivity and sex safety. For a long time I have wanted to do a story involving Kristofer after listening to their podcast episode on wedgies and learning of his own enjoyment with our corner of the kink world. After reaching out to him and asking if I could write about him he agreed and I got my little tail right to work. I am so honoured to have been able to write this piece, both for all of you but especially for Mr. Kristofer and Pup AMP. I will link all of their social medias down below this story, as well as the link to the wedgie podcast episode. Please give their content a look, I know you won’t regret it!

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“Gripped in His Heat”

When I first met him there was a beaming smile on my face and a laugh that just wouldn’t let me catch my breath. I couldn’t recall the last time I had just relaxed and had fun like that. His energy was gentle and warm despite the bold attire that he typically sported. But now my heart was more than ready to burst out of my chest and onto the sidewalk. I placed my hand against my pec, with all of my sensations heightened the soft fabric of my forest green dress shirt felt smooth to the touch. Cotton seemed to turn to silk much like intense pain had a way of morphing into pleasure. I pulled in a deep breath. From the corner of my eye, I caught my reflection in the dark glass. The vibrant California sky had faded to an evening canvas, turning the window into an almost onyx-like mirror. I took note of the plant life that lined the outside of the restaurant. The cool-toned greens offered a nice contrast. I was tall and lean. My pale skin lightly freckled, a small detail many guys had called endearing. My light brown eyes typically masked by a pair of smoky grey glasses, though today I opted for contacts. My hair had short sides with the top being a mess of loose brunet curls that has a tendency to fall into my face like an untamed fringe. That night I wanted to look nice but not overdone. As much as I was dying to impress him I didn’t want to come across like I was trying too hard. I had the sleeves of my dark green button-up dress shirt cuffed at the crook of my elbow showing off the soft contours of my arms. The shirt was tucked into my nicest pair of jeans, a pair of black slim fits. The whole ensemble was accented with a nice black leather belt, my favourite gold watch, and a pair of black suede ankle boots. My brunet locks were nicely kept, I knew he was going to want to look me in the face while we were eating. While the thought of that made me nervous it also excited me beyond belief. As I scanned myself over one last time I noticed how impeccable my ass looked, and then I replayed his text message to me from this morning in my mind. “Don’t wear any underwear you’re going to miss…” My breath hitched in my throat a little as my cock started to twitch in time with my fluttering heartbeat. Underneath I was wearing a simple pair of dark grey Calvin Klein briefs. I usually wore coloured trunks from any number of designer brands, but seeing how we met it only felt appropriate to dress the part. One week prior is the first time I had ever met Kristofer in person. I was seated in the very front row for a panel being given on Influencers in the Kink world where Kristofer was making a guest appearance. I was there on assignment for work, but I knew the second I saw his name on the roster very little was going to get done in the way of actual work. I first came across his content while I was scrolling through my Instagram timeline and Pup Amp was in my suggested follows. I spent the next few hours scrolling through both pup Amp and Mr. Kristofer’s content. They had this dynamic to them that was just so easy to take in. Being a semi-closeted kinkster myself, it was nice to have an outlet to turn to that was so easy to listen to. After several days of scrolling through their content, I came across an episode of their Podcast, Watts Your Safeword that made me freeze mid-swipe. They had done an episode on wedgies. The kink that had gotten me into the community had been covered by two of my favorite people. And boy was I drinking it in… I could hardly sit still through the panel thinking about him. His strong features contrasted by his kind face made my heart melt straight into my light blue Aussie Bum trunks. I thought back to what he said about giving boys wedgies and I just couldn’t hold myself together another moment. I yelled to myself in the confines of my own mind to keep focused, but my dick just didn’t care. I was just praying no one around me could smell the obvious scent of precum as it escaped my cock. As the panel drew to a close I made my way to the edge of the room to steady myself, but as fate would have it before I could even place my back flat to the meeting room wall a familiar voice was looming in my ears. “Are you doing all right there champ?”  Mr. Kristofer offered me a coy smile. The blistering California weather had everyone sweating, and even in his white V-neck tee he couldn’t escape it either. The musky scent that came off of his body made my eyes widen like saucers. If I thought I was overwhelmed before I was ready to collapse now. My eyes drifted to the arm he had placed against the wall to support himself with, essentially cornering me in the confines of his presence. Part of me wanted to believe it was just coincidence, that maybe he hadn’t seen me wriggling in my seat like a total slut who hadn’t had his cock serviced in weeks, but I knew better. There was just enough room between us to not be odd for strangers, but not enough to not make it glaringly obvious he had been observing in the audience. “Y-yes Sir! I mean M-mister! I mean-” I cut myself off mid-breath and fumbled with the badge on my lanyard, looking down at my own name printed in block letters while trying to avoid staring at his bulge “Y-yes Kristofer I am doing just fine. I am just a big fan of yours…” The droning of other people filled my ears and was only slightly louder than the pumping of my heart through my skull. I tried my hardest to steady my nerves but all I could think about was listening to him talk about ripping guys’ underwear, then drifting to him ripping my underwear. The moment was too far gone for subtlety and he knew that. We spoke for a bit, his warm charm getting me to laugh, and I eventually calmed myself down. The moment was so surreal, standing in front of one of my favourite people. I was always acutely aware of just how much the sight of him turned me on. I supposed I had picked a bad day to wear light grey skinny jeans. Especially being that the pool of precum in my trunks had yet to stop flowing, “You know I am not doing anything next Friday. Why don’t we go grab some dinner and talk. You clearly have something on your mind you’d like to share, and I am all ears if nothing else…” Kristofer said as he gently placed his hand on my left arm. His fingers felt cool compared to my burning flesh. My eyes shot directly up to meet his gaze. It was very rare that I ever made direct eye contact with others, let alone men who made me so ravenous. The dancing shades of grey that filled in his facial hair had me so enamored that I almost didn’t see the yellow post-it note gripped between his fingers. My eyes darted quickly at the 10 digits scribbled in blue ink. For the first time in what felt like hours, I found it in myself to be still and poised as I spoke, “I-I’ll be there…” Throughout the week we texted about the usual things, what I did for work, the always chipper California weather, personal interests, and the like. Eventually, he made the move that I knew was coming, but despite anticipating it my heart still skipped a beat as I was walking down my building’s long hallway. “At the panel, you couldn’t sit still to save your life. What exactly was it that had you so worked up?” I laughed at myself for a moment. He had me so completely in his hands, never before had I felt the level of submissive. I stood outside my apartment door, keys in one hand and my phone in the other, and somehow I was frozen in place. I was nervous to tell him what my kink was. As if typing it out would solidify that I would let him do any number of awful things to my underwear. The man had made a living off of directing porn, made his way across all sorts of fronts in the kink and BDSM scenes, and yet I was anxious to tell him that I wanted him to pull my underwear straight up my ass and laugh at me while he did it.

I snapped back to where I stood in the current moment and looked around. The golden light from the open restaurant door contrasted the evening darkness so well. A smile crept across my face as I saw him walk around the corner of the brick façade. His black button-up was just barely visible under his dark leather jacket. My mind wandered to the thought of how buttery smooth the material would feel under my fingertips if I went up and caressed his chest. I wondered if I slipped myself into his arms if he would still smell like that deep masculine musk from the last time we met. The idea of that drove me wild, making me unconsciously shift my weight from foot to foot, my mind taking note of the uneven concrete sidewalk that barely kept me upright. He walked up to me with that lovely smile and greeted me. I felt like the evening had been built just for me and this was just the start of it. Never before had I felt like a kinky lime light had shown for me, but there I was beaming from under it. All manner of selacious thought ran across my mind, I wanted so badly for him to make me feel like he owned my ass. What if he wedgied me in the restaurant? All of those people seeing me completely hindered at the hands of a gorgeous older man. Their laughter filling the room as he hoisted me into the air, crushing my relentlessly hard cock. My body unsure if it needed more pain and degradation or to have his strong hands slip over it. 

He placed his hand on my lower back and guided me inside. As we passed through the door I felt him curl his fingers into the back of my jeans and grip onto my waistband only giving it a gentle tug but I felt as if I could just burst into flames. Dinner flew by in an instant. What had to of been almost two drawn out hours seemed like seconds. He did most of the talking which made me feel a bit more at ease. He told me about Amp and their new Podcast topic, all of it was fascinating, but it couldn’t be rivaled by the feeling of soft cotton wedged ever so slightly into my ass. I could almost picture the charcoal coloured fabric rubbing against my sensitive ass hole. Part of me wished it was a toy in its place, or maybe even Kristofer’s fingers, but the fact that it was my own underwear was so many levels past erotic. He watched on as I shifted in my chair not daring to pick my briefs from my ass. Every time I moved in that all to obvious manner he gave me a teasing look that screamed “You’re uncomfortable and I am fucking loving it…” As we got up to leave he shot me a wink that told me that by no certain means was he done with me. I followed closely behind him, hanging on to every word he said, somehow completely focused and yet 10k miles away. We ended up in a secluded sitting area not too far from our dinner spot. It was a large space where the sidewalk widened into a circle lined with metal benches and trees. It was still connected to the plaza where the shops were, but it felt far enough away to feel safe. The evening darkness was stamped with ember coloured string lights that hung between the trees that lined the spot. I turned to him to comment on how perfect it was when we caught my attention. He stood in front of me with a look on his face that said he meant business. I took in a deep swallow of air and stood in a submissive stance. As his strong voice entered the air I felt goosebumps forming on every inch of my body, “If you squirmed that much just sitting in a chair picturing my hands on your underwear imagine what your body is going to do when I do this…” My mind froze not giving me any time to process his words or catch up with his actions. He approached me, gripped the small of my waist, spinning me around on my feet, steadying me with my feet shoulder width apart. I felt like a fragile piece of porcelain in his strong hands. I had always wondered what it would be like to be manhandled by someone like this, what the dynamic would do to my brain. I was fucking in love with it. My voice betrayed me and spoke my mind, “Please Sir…” He pulled my dress shirt and undershirt from my pants and slipped his hands into the back of my pants again. Slowly he wrapped each one of his knuckles around the waistband of my briefs. His movement was slow and deliberate. I was fully aware that this time was different than it had been at dinner. His actions had intention behind them. Without even speaking he was telling me in incredible detail that he was going to make me feel tiny in his hands. He was going to humiliate me and show me that when I was in his grip I had no place to run. He pulled out every memory of being in the locker rooms in high school praying that they wouldn’t wedgie me while simultaneously begging that they would leave me strung up by my underwear, and being 15 years old in boy scouts, watching as the other guys gave each other wedgies while they horsed around, wishing I could be one of them. “Say it again.” his hot breath wrapped around my neck and ear like a seductive scarf eager to choke me out. My knees started to shake as my body totally betrayed me. My cock was fully erect in my briefs just begging to be touched. The fighting tension between my jeans and fully mast erection was unbearable. I wasn’t sure if he knew how hard I was but a part of me dared to think he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and that he liked it too. “P-please Sir… Please give me a wedgie…” the words left my mouth in a faint whisper.

In reality I wanted to beg. I wanted to plead and whine like a little bitch in heat. I needed to beg for him to humiliate me in from of strangers, getting them to laugh at the tall skinny guy wrapped in his big strong arms. I wanted to grobble at his knees for him to leave me strung up by my underwear in a tree from a rope in some forest until he decided to come back and cut me down only to rip my briefs to shreds. I wanted to plead with him but my words just wouldn’t work with me.   The moment had me so completely worked up and worked over I was sure I was going to drop dead. I had thought about this man gripping my underwear every day for months and now he was here doing it. I thought back to every time I had worked myself up into a frenzy and desperately jacked myself off to the very thought of this scenario. The false sense of security that the evening darkness created was wiped away by the fact that we were completely exposed. At any moment someone could pass by and see me being manhandled by this absolute silver fox in a leather jacket. I prayed for it to come true. What would they think? They would probably laugh at me, and he’d make a show of it all. Pulling up harder, making my face an even deeper shade of red. All the while knowing my cock was bursting at the seams dying to be grazed by his fingertips as my undies sliced me down the center. That thought was just doing me in. I, a 23-year-old man being controlled by the most intimate article of clothing on my body. Someone else was in total control of the situation. As he pulled up slowly I felt the soft material of my underwear brush against the tip of my cock, now fully flowing with precum. I didn’t bother to hold back the moan that escaped from my lips. Mr. Kristofer gave a light chuckle before laying into my briefs like a jackhammer on an L.A. sidewalk. I felt my underwear invading my ass crack on the first pull, and almost instantly the fabric was shredded to a sliver. Small moans and mews mixed with breathy chokes escaped from my body while my pale face turned bright red. “H-huuuUUUuuhhh! Fuck fuck fuck!” my words sounded as coarse as the brick pavers under my feet.  “Now is that any way for such a good pup to talk?” he raised his voice beckoning the attention of anyone nearby. As he spoke he punctuated his words with harder and harder pulls. By this point, he had by briefs up to my shoulder blades and I was quickly running out of breath. The pops and tears coming from my underwear’s seams dug into my ears almost as harshly as the underwear dug into my ass. I begged and pleaded in my own mind for the pain to subside, but secretly I wanted it to get so much worse. My fully erect cock had no place to go as more and more of my undies slipped between my shaking legs, compressing my large package into a small bundle of fleeting fabric. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes which only turned me on that much more. I wanted it to be as painful as he could make it and he was not one to disappoint. Almost nothing but a hoarse roared escaped my throat as I tried to plead with him through broken words. “No way pup, we’re not stopping until these come all of the way off…” his tone was playful, yet laced so dangerously with the intenseness only a dominant man can give off. I managed to pull a few words deep from within my gut, “P-please I am beg-beging…” What couldn’t have been more than 5 minutes of pulling felt like hours. The back of my underwear was now pulled taught into a rope. It felt like a piece of piano wire scraping across my sensitive ass hole. My cock twitched so violently, it was a sensation I had never felt in my life. This man was ruining me and I was drinking in each second of it like my life depended upon it. He had been pulling with firm, harsh strikes with his hands wrapped tightly around the waistband of my briefs and then looped into the leg holes. He stopped for a moment and brought his left hand down, gripping the rope that had been the center of my underwear and pulling up with even more force. He wrapped his right arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. I could feel his pulsing erection against my reddened ass. Knowing that he was enjoying this as much as me felt like being washed over in a tidal wave of glory. Leaning into him I took inventory of how my body felt. I was in so much pain and it was fucking beautiful. The burning friction sensation of the lace thin strip of cotton that mercilessly cut into my tight ass hole. The chafing sensation of my undies as they dug into my inner thigh and pubic bone, so desperately trying to either break under the pressure or fold my body in half. The heaviness of my lungs as they struggled to catch even a momentary breath between heaves. The relentless pressing of the front of my underwear against my cock. The breaking force against my balls that sent an intense aching into my lower abdomen right where I would typically feel an orgasm build up before as another man thrusted his cock into me. It was so much. It was so fucking much. And I needed every second of it. As Kristofer continued his efforts to destroy my underwear he pulled harder and harder. I was positive by this point my undies had to be stretched at least to my ears. The thought of getting an atomic wedgie from him was enough to send my cock into a pulsating fit. “FUCK!” I mewed out as my throbbing erection finally escaped the front pouch of my underwear. The front waistband slid over my balls and up against my rubbed raw taint as my dick flipped forward. I couldn’t focus on anything. The symphony of pain, humiliation, and desperation was eclipsing anything going on around me. I almost didn’t take notice as Kristofer unbuckled my belt and slowly unzipped my pants freeing my desperate erection into the cool night air. “Here’s the deal: You can cum, but not until these briefs are torn clean off your body, understood?” his voice was an intoxicating force that left me weak in the knees. I shook my head violently and whined, completely unable to find my own words. He slipped his hand over my now painfully erect cock and started jacking me off. He was moving with such force and rhythm I knew I was going to blow my load within a few moments. The painful squeals that erupted from me must have given him exactly what he needed to rip the rest of the fabric from my frame. “Fuck yeah! TEAR! TEAR TEAR TEAR!!!” his voice echoed off the surrounding trees sending a humiliating wave through my body. “N-nnnyyeuuughhh!!!!” I cried out completely blinded by the pain. My precum dripped down over his fingers as I heard the last few pops of fabric giving out. My briefs pulled hard against my ass, cutting against delicate flesh, and then it happened… “HELL YEAH! RIP!!!” his words hitting my ears like a freight train. “FUUUUCCCKKKKK!” my knees gave out under my weight as my underwear finally pulled clean off my body with one final tear. “Cum for me!” he yelled in that deep tone of his right into my ear. The pain of my briefs was so blinding I had almost forgotten about the deep orgasm building in my loins as he stroked me faster and faster. The sweet combination of the pressure on my asshole releasing, the sound of his voice in my head, and the incredibly violent humiliation I felt in that moment sent me right over the edge. “Fuck! FUCK F-FUCK I’M CUMMING!” I felt my eyes welling up with pressure, my tears hot, and overflowing as I shot my load. The thick white liquid covering his fingers and wrist. Kristofer caught me just in time as I dropped to the ground. White and silver stars clouded my vision as the night sky swirled around me like a vortex. Looking up from my dipped position in his arms my gaze met his and that warm inviting smile brought me back to the moment. “That was pretty intense…” his smile spoke volumes above his words. I settled into his arms as my head finally stopped spinning. As I looked down I saw where he had tucked my grey undies into the waistband of his own pants. The shredded grey fabric displayed like a flag captured from an enemy, and a symbol of my personal humiliation. I had never had an orgasm feel so good. After letting me catch my breath he pulled my back to my feet, tucking my now limp cock back into my jeans, giving my empty balls a light squeeze. He placed a soft kiss gently on my lips, only pulling back when I started to speak. “… That was an absolutely devastating wedgie” my words gentle yet bold. “I know…” he offered little in the way of surprise, but spoke volumes in intimidation. “It was so humiliating. So painful. I’ve never felt so alive in my fucking life…” “I am sure…” My breath hitched as my lips met his again, wrapping my arms around his thick waist. “And Goddammit I want to do it again…” He let out a low laugh as his lips parted slightly, his teeth grazing my lower lip. As he pulled me into him I felt the strange sensation of my jeans rubbing against my now commando ass. Even while coming down from the pain I couldn’t be torn away from his words as he spoke to me so kindly, like he hadn’t just completely emasculated and humiliated me. “I think we could make that happen…”

The adrenaline that pumped through my blood made the walk back to the car seem like a lifetime. Each step we took lead to more and more thoughts in my own mind, only interrupted every so often by the sensation of my hand being held by his.

When we finally made it back to the lot behind our chosen dinner spot I couldn’t help but smile. I must have lingered on his face for a good 30 seconds before he spoke.

He leaned into me, cupping my junk through my jeans, and running his fingers over the contours of my semi erect dick and spoke, “Be sure to tune into the podcast next week. I have a dirty story about a wedgie boy I think some people would just love to hear…” 

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A huge thank you once again to both Mister Kristofer and Pup AMP for allowing me to write this story, and for all of the amazing stuff they share with the community. 

Please check out the links below!

Watts the Safeword YouTube Channel:

 https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCokRyLsHxh-NykvT4uA6n2g

Watts Your Safeword Podcast:

https://www.wattsthesafeword.com/podcast

Watts Your Safeword Wedgie Episode:

https://www.wattsthesafeword.com/podcast/2020/08/28/foreplay-mc8gd-hk35k-xfxh4-23awc-s4dfd?rq=wedgie

Mr. Kristofer Weston:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/kristoferweston?lang=en

Instagram: @mrkristoferweston

Pup AMP:

Link Tree: https://linktr.ee/pupamp

SOCIAL MEDIA: 

https://allmylinks.com/royally-wedgied