Beach Day

Sandy Mounds Resort was known for being a paradise of sun and waves for those across the worlds. The small resort was built on a long strip of private beach that had a pier to the side that cut out into the ocean. The posts around the beach were put up to tell guests to avoid swimming by the pier. Mostly to keep resort goers safe from currents, but partially to avoid people getting caught by fishing lines as the pier was a popular point to cast off. 

Despite the many warnings, Kiritsugu Emiya had been finishing his morning workout. Having swam to almost the other side of the island he was on his return trip back to the resort. He swam in the cool noon waters beneath the pier. He had not spotted the person standing on the far side who had put a lure out into the water. The mage had swam beneath the boardwalk and was unlucky enough to run past the man’s hook. 

The red haired Childe felt the line get caught and grabbed firmly onto the reel. Childe had not bothered to look down into the water and just started to work on his rod. The hook dug into the spandex polyester of Kiritsugu’s grey speedo and it began to pull him back. He sank down into the water a moment, coughing as he came up to the surface. The skimpy swimwear had started to pull down his hips by the thing that had caught him. But as he started to look around for the source of the pulling. But as his butt was lifted out of the water, he looked up and finally noticed the person above him. His butt appeared above the surface of the water as he bounced around. “Hey!” Kiritsugu called out “Knock it off!” 

The sound from the reeling and the waves crashing into the pier drowned out the

wedgied man’s yelling. Each time he reeled back Kiritsugu was bounced out of the water before being dunked back in. With each strain upwards, Childe thought he was reeling in the catch of the century. Kiritsugu could only hold onto his crotch as the swimsuit was pulled deep into his crack. The spandex rubbed up against his hole as the material chaffed between his cheeks. The hook had already pierced through the fabric and started to rip it. The man’s cheeks hovered above the water with the back of his speedo at his shoulder blades. When the hole started down towards his crack and when it met with the seam tight against his taint, the speedo ripped from his body. 

Childe pulled back for a final time and suddenly the force that he was fighting against vanished. He reeled in expecting the end of the line to be empty but when a soggy grey mass appeared over the edge he got confused. Examining it he dropped it quickly after realizing it was somebody’s swimwear. He looked over the edge and noticed the naked man wading in the water cursing at him. “Sorry!” He shouted back down “I’ll go find you something to wear!” 

Childe put his fishing pole down where he was and started running down the pier. The gift shop in the resort would have sold extra swimwear. In the distance he noticed a few hunks standing around the side of the pier that was along the boardwalk to the resort. They stood in the washing off showers by the surfboard racks that hang off the stairs down the pier. 

Childe stood at the top of the stairs and looked at the group of men washing themselves off. “Hey cute stuff!” Childe called out. 

The men turned and looked at the person yelling, one startled and flattered when he noticed Childe was pointing at him. The warrior got onto the railing of the stairs and jumped. He added a spin to the jump to impress the onlookers. But when he suddenly stopped before hitting the sand he let out a loud grunt. He came down from the right angle to cause his underwear to catch on one of the back fins of the surfboards stored on the racks. The leg strap of his of his jock had caught on the fin stretched into his cheeks from the back and clung to his bulge in the front. 

Childe’s face was more red than his hair as he was left hanging from the side of his jockstrap. The swirling blue pattern could not contain his crotch as they stretched up to his chest. The force from being caught had caused the shorts Childe wore to fall below his knees. His balls hung out the side of the stretched out pouch and his member’s length ran along the edge just barely hidden. 

The group of strangers laughed at the man left hanging by his own underwear. Childe struggled to grab onto the waistband, unable to use both hands as bending around would either make his wedgie worse or expose him more. His hand fiddled with the waistband but the elastic clung stubbornly to the wet fin. His jostling caused him to sink deeper into the side hanging wedgie as the waistband stretched up to his chin. The group from before had started to walk off but more  of a crowd was forming to watch the display. 

Still in the sea, Kiritsugu was watching the chaos from where he was wading. He was unsure if he was more embarrassed over being naked or that the person who went to help was now getting his own underwear torn from him. The older man groaned as he tried to find someone to call out to for help. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed someone surfacing from their dive. “Hey there! Tiger man!” he called out to the stranger. 

The blonde and red haired man turned to the person calling and started to swim over. “W-Wait!” Kiritsugu “I lost my swimgear! Could you go get me something new. I’ll repay you!” 

The man stopped swimming when he heard him. He peered into the murky waters and took note that the man was naked, his member fairly visible despite the waves in the water. “I will be happy to help!” Rengoku shouted to the man. 

Before Emiya could get another word in, Rengoku started swimming to the shore. As he got to the shallows he was able to walk. His bare hairy chest rose above the water followed by his tight torso. But as he walked fully onto the beach, he had caught some attention from those sunbathing or simply enjoying the ocean. The white fundoshi he had gone into the water with had lost its solid color. The bulge between his legs was like a water balloon ready to burst from containing him. His member curved down and between his balls, all visible through the wet cotton fabric. The man nodded and shot a smile towards the onlookers who quickly tried to hide their stares.  

The flame pillar didn’t think much of the people watching him as he headed towards the changing area the resort had. He figured they were simply friendly and not that his pubic hair made a striking flaming arrow to his bulge. As he walked into the locker room, a pale man walked out dressed in sunglasses, a large sun hat, and a snowflake themed speedo. He turned and looked over Rengoku’s back, silently whistling at the fundoshi that seemed naturally eaten up by his cheeks, before heading to the beach. Rengoku walked to his locker and pulled out the spare black speedo with a flame design from his locker and headed out. 

When the door to the locker area closed, Qrow poked his head out from the corner and checked that the room was empty. The man was naked save for the black speedo with a rose across his behind and red trimming. The bulge in his speedo could barely contain him. The elastic of the speedo pulled away from the front of his hips, the tip of his member coming out the top of it. He reached into one of the lockers and pulled out a pair of panties and sat down on the bench between the rows. His plan to steal Clover’s underwear had run through his mind since the morning and only half his attempts to hide his erection were successful. But now that they were in his hand the front of his speedo was filled with pre-cum. Qrow slid the band of his speedo down below his shaft while his balls stayed inside the swim gear. He lifted the clover printed panties to his face. He inhaled the musk from his crush’s underwear and let out a long moan. 

More pre-cum dripped from his tip before he took hold of his shaft. His fingers ran along the length of his member adding more to his excitement. His breathing quickened as he continued to play with himself, still holding the panties to his face with his other hand. The earth and sweat of Clover entered his senses as he imagined being with the man himself. The pre-cum stuck to his hands as it gushed out more as he got closer and closer to climaxing. He bit down onto the musk filled panties and took in Clover’s taste. He sunk down in his seat, the speedo rubbing up against his hole as humped forward. Letting out one last long and loud moan, his seed shot out from his penis, flying up against the lockers before him. 

The cum continued to spurt from him as his breath slowed down to normal. His heart pounded in his chest and his breathing started to become more even. He took one last whiff of Clover’s underwear before putting his hand down to his side. He slowly caught his breath and rested his head on his shoulder. Looking to the side he finally noticed the person standing in the doorway from the other entrance to the locker room. His face got bright red as one last gush of cum dropped to the floor from his tip. 

Qrow nervously gulped as he stood up. Tried his best to clean up his mess, soaking his cum up with Clover’s panties. He tossed the wet underwear into his locker and pulled his speed back up over his package. The latex was wet with sweat and with his added cum it clung to his hard member. He made a move for the door to the beach when he was stopped. The person who was watching him had caught up to him. Taking the back of his speedo he used it to catch him. “You really done having a good time?” The stranger asked, grinding against Qrow’s wedgie behind, causing the man to gulp in response. 

Kiritsugu walked out of the water, finally having something that covered himself. The borrowed speedo was a little snug, his bulge outlined as it clung to him. But as he walked towards the resort, two men rushed into the sea. As if they were in competition again Ragna and Kevin raced into the ocean. The two men waded into the water but Ragna felt his foot step on what he thought was seaweed, washing out deeper into the sea as he let off it. 

They stopped once they couldn’t touch the sand anymore, free floating in the deep. The two stayed near each other, not noticing their swim shorts had sagged to show the underwear they were still wearing, the waistband appearing over their sagging pants. The two friendly rivals had started talking about who had won their little race when Kevin felt his crotch getting groaped. “R-Ragna please.” the man said, shyly “People are around.” 

Ragna gave a confused look at the sudden comment. “Kev, I’m not sure what~!” 

Ragna’s words stopped when he was suddenly dragged underwater. Between the bubbles and sand he noticed the attacker. A large red octopus rested on the ocean floor with its tentacles swirling around the two. One was around his ankle and had dragged him down and another was slithering into Kevin’s pants. The prince was also lowered into the water when the octopus pulled his shorts off him, exposing the white bikini briefs with hearts printed across them. More tentacles wrapped around Ranga and stripped him of his shorts, also leaving him in his pair of plain black briefs. 

The slime coated tentacles slide into the leg holes of both men’s underwear. Stretching them up their torsos the other other tentacles guided their limbs while restraining them. Each were forced to watch the other as their arms slipped through their leg holes and stretched up farther. Bubbles escaped from Ragna’s nose as he groaned from the pain of his briefs ramming into his behind. While Kevin squirmed, the show before him had gotten him excited and the stretching of his own underwear made it hard to hide. Once trapped in shoulder wedgies, the men were pushed together. Ragna’s bulge grinded against Kevin’s as they got closer together.

The octopus pulled them to the surface by the back of their underwear. The waistbands held by the tentacles breached before the men. The two were still held together with the monster as it yanked their underwear. Ragna’s waistband was brought over his forehead, Kevin half snickering when he noticed the name stitched onto it. But his laughing stopped when the pink waistband covered his white hair and latched over his eyes in his own atomic wedgie. 

The tentacles unwrapped the two men for a moment before they felt the front of their underwear pulled up. The front wedgies that were already at their necks only got worse. Kevin’s vision was darkened when the front of Ragna’s briefs were pulled over the top of his head. The same was done with Kevin’s, Ranga only able to make out a little of his surroundings thanks to the hearts surrounding most of his head. Each other’s waistbands were stuck over the other, latched onto the back of their skulls making them both trapped by the other’s atomic melvin. The octopus slithered away now that the men were trapped with each other. Ragna had his legs pulled around Kevin’s hips with his bulge pressed up against his stomach. Kevin’s member had fallen out of his extremely tight underwear and stretched out leg holes, now resting between Ragna’s cheeks. 

The two men were out far enough that most of the guests of Sandy Mounds wouldn’t be able to see their trapped wedgie state. But the resort staff knew that ripped swimwear was common enough to wash up on the shore. It was a daily routine for the sand combers to pull the trashed fabric from the tides. Somehow the resort managed to keep itself open despite the parrols that were faced by the wedgie filled antics of its patrons.