Wedgie Carnival

The young man walked past a display of people in stocks. The men were hooked up on public display for anyone to come and yank on their undies. A blue haired man had had his pants pulled down to his ankles. The oppai logo would have been lined up with each of his cheeks had the white bikini briefs stayed in their original place. But one of the passersby had already helped him by stretching the underwear up into his crack. The stocks were set up so that Cu was facing another person, the man who had actually gotten the tickets for them to come to wedgieland.

Emiya’s moans barely escaped his pained face. Like his partner, his pants were pulled down to his knees and his blue thong was on display. But some strangers had teamed up to wedgie him. The blue thong was held up above him  by one stranger to make sure his cheeks were on full display and easy to access. The other man had started to spank the bent-over man’s bare ass. His hand came down leaving a bright print on his cheeks. Cu watched his partner control himself as the strangers gave one last hard spank to his red behind, rocking him forward.

He panted as the men walked away and for a moment Emiya had forgotten his hands were bound, wanting to both adjust the string in his crack and also tend to his throbbing member. Cu’s own excitement was still clear between his legs, his erection already dripping in its compressed pouch.

Two men came up to the two bent over servants. The man behind Cu grinded his hard on against his crack through the wedgied bikini briefs and his plaid boxers. The stranger behind Archer groped his red behind, spreading his cheeks to cause the blue thong to get deeper into his hole.

The two men grabbed onto the waistbands of Cu’s bikini briefs and Emiya’s thong and started to pull up on them. The names stitched onto the elastic was meaningless to them, figuring that they were just the names of the men they were wedgie-ing. Cu just laughed when he noticed his name on the thong pulled up to the stocks. Emiya’s face was as red as the stitching on the bikini briefs Cu had on that were bouncing his lower body.

“Are you happy we came?” Cu asked, playing with Emiya’s fingertips with his own.

Emiya blushed and his thong was pulled up to the top of the stocks. His moans were interrupted as Cu leaned forward to kiss him. Their tongues mingled between them while the men behind them pulled. The bikini briefs started to tear as the stranger bounced Cu’s wedgie. His butt giggled with each pull until the waistband ripped apart from the fabric. The stranger latched the waistband over some hooks at the top of the stocks. Cu was trapped in his wedgie with the bikini briefs snug in his crack as he made out with his partner.

Emiya moaned into Cu as his thong snapped from his behind. His freed member flopped under him, his cum dripping down onto the ground. The stranger tossed the thong aside and the attendant waited for the two men to stop kissing before asking if they wanted a new pair.