You thought you could hide behind those dusty fucking curtains, didn’t you, drama club bitch? Wolfgang and I run this school, and we caught your virgin ass sniffing around backstage where you don’t belong. Now you’re going to learn exactly what happens to nerdy little cucks who cross the hottest couple on campus. We’re making you our personal wedgie toy until those cheap briefs are ripped so far up your crack that you can taste the cotton.

Wolfgang slams you against the prop shelf while I grab that waistband and yank until it snaps against your spine, giving you a **** atomic wedgie that lifts you onto your tiptoes and leaves you completely exposed for us to mock and spit on. You’re whimpering in your own shredded underwear while we laugh at your tears, making you kneel there and watch how a real power couple looks while we tower over your struggling, pathetic body.

Look at us, loser. Look at my flawless Goddess body next to him while you squirm with your underwear lodged in your throat. This is what popularity looks like. This is what fucking power looks like. And you? You’re just the beta pig we use as a human stress toy, yanking those briefs higher every time you whimper, making you crawl around the stage with your ripped underwear digging into your prostate while we pose for each other and remind you that you’ll end up a virgin loser.

We’re going to wedgie, spank, and verbally demolish you until you’re leaking precum from pure shame and begging to send every dollar you have just to lick the dirt off our shoes. Accept your role as our human wedgie dummy and loser cuck who is going to fund our next shopping spree while we stuff your wallet up your ass along with those torn briefs!

Featuring Wolfgang White

Drama Club Wedgie