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heavenlygoddessblog · 9 months
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Do you wanna be pegged?
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underpantsed · 7 months
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Someone needs to pants and tie me up publicly while im wearing these and expose me for the dork I am
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hypnocopfriendempath · 8 months
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twink-boi1 · 2 years
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pants pulled off to reveal tighty whities during karate match
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delisct · 2 years
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kalgriffin · 1 year
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Poor Choice
It was early in the morning so John knew that it was probably his landlord,
Mr. Davis. The stove in the kitchen had been broken for a few days now and John was eager to get it fixed so he could work on his meal prep.
Without thinking, he ran to the door and swung it open. John immediately felt the cool air brush up against his thighs as he realized that he was standing face-to-face with his landlord, clad only in his shirt, socks, and white briefs. Mr. Davis gave a quick look down towards John’s brief-clad bulge, winced, and looked back at John awkwardly.
“G’Morning, bud. “he started. “Just dropping off this part for your stove. I’ll be back . . . er . . . later today to fix it.”
“Oh, jeez. Thanks, Mr. Davis,” John started as he reached for box being handed to him. In doing so, his shirt raised up a little more completely revealing his white briefs. “I . . . ummm . . .” John stammered as he stood dumbfounded and used the box to cover up his waist.
“Well, that’s all . . .” Mr. Davis continued, “I’m sorry to be here so early and catch you in your undershorts . . . errr . . . undies,” Mr. Davis corrected himself as he realized that John was definitely not wearing boxer shorts.
John felt the heat rise to his cheeks as he closed the door and set down set the box down. He leaned against the closed door and let out a sigh. Maybe I should go change my underwear choice for the day, John thought.
However, he was running a few minutes late and he rationalized that he already had his embarrassing moment done for the day. He would be fine at work.
John ordered an Uber to get to the office. He stepped out of the car and noticed that he was unusually aware of his underwear. He felt the high-cut leg band on his thighs as he climbed the stairs to his workspace. He shook his head, trying to dismiss the thought from his mind.
He walked in and waved at Laura, the receptionist. She flashed a smile at him and John blushed again. John always thought she was really cute and had even considered asking her out on a date.
“Good morning, Laura,” John said, trying to sound confident.
“Hi, John,” she replied, “I really like that shirt color on you! Have a great day.”
John smiled at that and headed to his desk, a new ounce of bravado in his soul. He sat next to the new intern for this term, Kyle. Kyle was in his early twenties and always acted like he was a bit “too cool” for this place. He had always been friendly with John, though, and they had even worked on their fantasy football league together.
“John! What’s up, man?” Kyle reached out his hand to fist-bump with John.
This always felt strange to John, but he completed the gesture as he sat down and got to work.
John had been working for a few hours when Laura came over and leaned over Kyle’s desk.
“You will never believe what Wilson wants me to do.” John and Kyle both looked over at her. She rolled her eyes with annoyance. “He wants me to go and pick up a bunch of canisters of coffee – all special order – for the Board today. They need it before their 11am meeting. How am I supposed to carry all of that?” John knew that the board of directors were coming that day to review some of the projects. John himself had to present his work with his partner at 1pm.
“I wish I could help,” said Kyle, “but, I am so swamped here. I have to get all of this down in two hours.” He waved his hand over a stack of files.
John hesitated for a moment, but then raised his hand up to Laura. “I could help you. I mean, I am ready for my presentation, so I have a little bit of time.” John was lying – he wasn’t quite ready for his presentation, but he wanted to spend some time with Laura away from the office.
“John, really?” Laura responded. “You are so sweet! That would be so helpful. Thank you!”
John left with Laura and had an unremarkable, but nice visit with her as they walked across the street to get the coffee. Laura really liked talking about herself – her mom, her cats, her shoes – but John still liked her. As they returned to the office, Laura directed him to the lounge to set up the coffees.
As they entered, Martha, an older coworker, was in there setting up the chairs. She had knocked over a cup of pens just as they entered the room. Better watch out for those, John thought as his hands were loaded with canisters of coffee.
“Here, John, can you hold these really quick while I help Martha. Here, maybe put them down on the counter,” Laura barked at John as she set another canister of coffee on John’s stack. Giving John a little shove, Laura spun on her heel to talk to Martha. However, Laura did not see the
scattering of pens across the floor. As she spun, one of the pens got caught in her heel. She yelped as she titled back on her foot and shoved herself directly at John.
Caught off guard, John made a huge mistake. He jerked out his hand, perhaps trying to catch Laura, but, in doing so, he lost control of the coffee.
Time seemed to stop as Laura caught her balance, but John went tumbling to the floor. The coffee canisters, made of cardboard, exploded on impact as gushed all across John’s dress pants.
“Youch!” yelled John in pain as the steaming hot coffee started to seep through his pants. He was surprised to hear his voice yell out again in pain as he felt the first burns.
“Oh, heavens!” shrieked Martha as she sprang into action. She knelt down
by John, knocked off the coffee canisters and started pulling off his shoes. She quickly made her way to unlatching his belt, unbuttoning his pants,
and pulling own the zipper. As she started to shimmy his pants down, John finally realized what was going on.
“Wait, no!” he stammered, “What are you doing? Wait!”
“It’s okay, honey,” she gasped out, “I have four sons – all hunters. We have had our share of accidents. Nothing that I haven’t seen before. You are lucky I was here to help!” She finished her explanation as she pulled John’s pants over his ankles and completely off. “Laura, bring that cold rag!”
Laura handed John the cold rag and he pressed it to his pink skin. The relief came instantly and he was finally able to assess the situation. He looked around at the women and then down at himself. He curled his knees up to his chest realizing that he was completely exposed to the world in his white briefs – stills stark white. The coffee had not touched his underwear at all. His cheeks started to burn as pink as his irritated leg skin.
“John, I think you are going to be okay. We got these off just in time,” Martha said as she wagged his pants around. John desperately wished he still had them on, covering his brief-clad butt.
“John, I will wash these for you. This is going to stain if we aren’t careful.” She started to head towards the door before he could protest. “Laura, can you see if there are any spare pants in the Lost and Found for John? He needs some clean pants.”
Laura looked at John and then rushed out of the room with Martha. John found himself sitting on the employee lounge floor in just his shirt and white briefs. He quickly got up and sat in chair, shielding his briefs from plain sight. He stared at the door and the clock, praying that no one would walk in and see him like this.
Suddenly, the door opened up. Mr. Brown, a man from accounting, walked in and headed to the refrigerator. He saw John and gave him a nod.
Instinctively, John crossed his legs and tried to hid his briefs. Mr Brown didn’t seem to look at him. John let out a sigh of relief – he hadn’t noticed his pantsless legs. As Mr. Brown turned around to leave, John prayed that Laura would hurry up with those pants.
It had been a few more minutes, and luckily no one else had walked in. The door finally opened and he saw Laura walking in. But she wasn’t alone –
Kyle was with her! John started panicking inside. He reflexively put his hands over his underwear.
“John, dude! What happened?” Kyle laughed. “Laura was frantically looking for some pants. I was laughing at her until I realized they were for you. But good news, man. I always keep a spare outfit in my car. It helps in these . . . embarrassing moments, right?” Kyle held up a new pair of black slacks. Kyle was quite a bit larger than John – the waist would be at least six or seven inches too large. “Here man,” Kyle said as he held the pants out for John. Kyle was just far enough away that John had to awkwardly stand up to grab the pants.
Laura and Kyle immediately let out a little snicker. “See, I told you,” giggled Laura.
You were right. Man, John! I didn’t know you rocked the tighty whities!”
John looked down and then back at the two young coworkers laughing.
“That’s tough, dude. Maybe you should switch to boxers? It would help in embarrassing moments like this,” Kyle laughed.
“I do have . . . boxers. Just not today,” John tried to explain.
“Sure thing, man. It’s cool,” Kyle said. John realized he was standing there with the pants and tried to put them on. He was a bit too frantic, and he got his legs tangled in the holes. Laura and Kyle tried to hold back laughs as John almost fell over again.
“Well, good luck, bud!” Kyle said as he and Laura walked out. They were both still giggling. John buttoned the pants and realized his assumption were correct – the waist was way too big. He had to hold them up as he left the staff room.
Still holding his pants up, he almost ran into Liz, his project partner. “John!,” she started, “I have been looking all over for you! We have a presentation inless than three hours. We need to get the final details going.” Liz was wearing a fitted power suit and John noticed that she had done her hair and makeup today. He was surprised at how attractive she was in the moment.
“Oh right!” John replied, “Let me be right over.” He went to his desk and grabbed the supplies they needed. He was acutely aware of his need to hold
up his pants when walking.
John and Liz worked through lunch in order to get ready for their presentation. John realized that the time had flown by with Liz – she was fun to work with and they made a great team. As their presentation time neared, he felt ready. It had been a tough morning, but he was going to end the day strong.
As they entered the conference room, Liz was holding a box full of booklets and posters which had been printed out especially for this presentation. The Board of Directors was sitting at the table facing them. They all looked tired and John heard some of them talking about how they didn’t get their coffee today.
The presentation started and went as planned. They used the posters, they had the numbers, the had met their goals – yet the Board of Directors looked bored and unconvinced. As one old man let out a huge yawn, John saw Liz start to panic.
“John, go turn up the lights,” Liz ordered. “Let’s look at these booklets.” She pleaded with the board. “I think you will be impressed by these numbers.”
John headed over to turn up the lights. He was aware that his pants were slipping, but he didn’t want to look unprofessional in front of the Board. He walked back over to Liz.
“Here, John – hand these out,” she said as she shoved a pile of booklets into John’s hands.
“No, no,” said another old man, “I think we have seen enough. We won’t really need to -“ The man was cut off by a short “crap” coming from John.
At that second, he felt his pants slipping below his hips. Both of his arms were holding the booklets, so he couldn’t act fast enough. He felt the waist of the pants drop to his knees. In panic, he jerked his legs back and lost his balance. He dropped all of the booklets as his fell face-down on the ground, his brief-clad butt on full display. He heard Liz gasp.
There was silence as John lied there, not willing to get up quite yet. He couldn’t believe this was his reality.
Suddenly, he heard a chuckle. And then another chuckle. And finally, the room erupted in laughter. He stood up to see the Board laughing. He looked over at Liz – her hand was over her mouth, but John could tell she was smiling.
“That was excellent!” laughed one of the older men, “Thanks for keeping the presentation BRIEF!” The laughter got louder.
“Yes, thank you for exposing the tender details!” laughed an older woman.
Once again, John felt the heat rush to his face as he frantically pulled up his pants.
“We approve your project. Well done! Thanks for waking us up, young man!” The head of the board announced.
John ad Liz quickly gathered their supplies. As soon as they turned the corner, Liz pushed John into a hug.
“John! I don’t know what that was, but we did it! We got our project approved, and it is sort of thanks to you and your pants!” Liz was laughing.
John didn’t know what to say, so he just smiled and tried not to blush.
“And, by the way,” Liz continued, “I had always wondered if you liked boxers or briefs. Now I know. And wow – those tighty whities look cute on you.” She gave him a wink and turned on her heel to head back to her desk.
John stood there – shocked, but feeling some butterflies in his chest. He looked at Liz and smiled.
The next few hours, John sat at his desk and didn’t move for anything. He was done with the embarrassment for the day. As 5 o’clock came, he grabbed his bag and headed out. Kyle and Laura walked out behind him.
They both looked down at his pants, but didn’t say anything.
“Well, tough day for you, buddy, “Kyle started. “But tomorrow will be better.” Kyle patted him on the back and John started to wave goodbye and head to the main door.
“Hold up, John,” started Kyle. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” John looked up at Kyle totally confused until Kyle pointed down to his pants. “Those are my spare pants, buddy. I’m gonna need those back before you leave.”
John immediately panicked and put his hands on the waist of the borrowed pants. “You mean- right now? Right here… I… uh..” John stammered as best rushed to his cheeks. He had visions of commuting home in just his briefs flashing through his mind.
Suddenly, Kyle burst out laughing. “I’m just kidding you, buddy. I’m not gonna make take off your pants here. I would make you go home in your little undies. See you tomorrow. Just bring my pants back then!”
John thanked him and headed out of the door. His Uber had pulled up in front of the building so he left Laura and Kyle to talk.
“Are you John?” The Uber driver asked. John confirmed. “Okay. My trunk is broken so you will have to put your bag on other side of the seat.” Johnleaned in to secure his bag on the other side of his car. As he was reaching out, he realized his mistake.
The back of his pants slid down over his butt and nestled on his thighs. He felt the draft as his briefs were, once again, exposed. He jumped back quickly to pull them up. As he turned around, he saw Kyle and Laura bursting with laughter. Kyle waved at him again and swore that he heard Laura saying “tighty whities” between laughter.
John sank down into the seat and started to mess with his phone. It had been quite a day. It would be nice to be home – and in his own pants.
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gia234 · 2 years
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Cute boys come to your sister and get abused.😈😈😈
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heavenlygoddessblog · 9 months
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Now kneel down and worship me
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underpantsed · 1 year
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He told me I wasn't allowed to wear my belt while I went out wearing these embarrassing underpants. Little did I know what was coming
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The whole time I was out I was praying nobody would notice the little hearts
I couldnt put my belongings in my pockets lest I be exposed. Even sitting down made the back of my pants slip and show off my secret
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The worst of it came when my hands were full and I was in the midst of the supermarket crowd. Now was his chance. *yank*
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"Oh no!"
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"Hahaha look at this guy! Wtf is he wearing? Are those hearts?"
"S-stop staring!"
Then my captor saw fit to give them a show
"Let's see what else he's packing!"
*yank*
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"Holy fuck why look away!"
"HAHAHA nice butt bro!"
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teamfemaleledcuckolds · 5 months
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goddesscarlenesstuff · 9 months
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All about sissy slave lifestyle
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dominatrix-01sophie · 1 month
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I’ll help you get rid of your masculinity
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mommyxovixen · 7 months
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Your Only Option Is “YES MOMMY”
@mommyxovixen #mommyxovixen
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