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“Alpha see Alpha do…”
Todd sat down at the old metal picnic table the construction site had provided to the workers. He opened his lunch box and started to put things down when he bumped arms with the guy next to him.
“Fucking move you dick head!” Todd shoved Roy to the ground, covering his bright orange t-shirt in dark dirt. Todd was a fucking jerk, there was no other way to put it. He was a 32-year-old meat-head who had nothing better to do than to torment his coworkers all day. There wasn’t a single guy on the crew he hadn’t done something to. Wedgies, swirlies, wet willies, dutch ovens, you name it he’s pulled it. Most of the crew were younger guys, college dropouts who needed jobs and hadn’t yet built up the muscles that the job could offer after a few years of hard work. Roy scrambled off the ground and walked away remembering what happened yesterday. It was the end of the shift and everyone was getting ready to go home. Roy was headed for the punch clock and ran straight into Todd. He apologized relentlessly wanting nothing more than to go home. Todd through his work bag to the ground and uncapped the bottle of coke he had just gotten from the vending machine to enjoy on his ride home. Todd grabbed Roy and spun him around on his feet, pinning him against the white concrete wall next to the time clock. Roy’s heart raced as Todd whispered in his ear, “Watch where you’re going buddy…” Todd pulled open the back of Roy’s heavy work pants and black briefs, pouring the contents of his entire coke bottle down the back of his undies and pulling them up into a hard wedgie, crushing his balls. Roy winced as the hard carbonated bubbled stung his ass hole and fizzled around his cock. He refused to move until he heard Todd’s truck start outside and pull away. The next day everybody arrived at the construction site bright and early. As Todd jumped out of his lifted truck he overheard Mickey and Jordan talking by Jordan’s beat-up Ford sedan. “Yeah, I heard he’s a freaking pillar of a dude. Boss say’s he’s at least 6'9” and 375lbs of pure muscle. I guess he used to work doing logging in the Amazon before he almost got injured?“ Mickey spoke with a sense of conviction to his voice, "Yeah? What kind of a pussy leaves his job logging after one fucking accident? Sounds like a little bitch to me!” Todd roared with laughter as he made his way through the gate. After a few hours of working up a sweat, Todd made his way into the white brick building where the site’s bathrooms were. He walked into the men’s room and did a double-take around him to make sure the room was empty. He had to take a serious leak, but first, he wanted to snap a sexy photo to put up in Tinder after work. Todd switched his camera to selfie, pulled down his tan work pants, exposing his light grey Giorgio Armani briefs, and snapped a few good photos. Just as he was moving to get into a better position he stopped frozen in place. A huge beast of a man walked through the door and stood before Todd, arms crossed over his hulking chest. “You’ve got big balls to be calling me a little bitch little bucko. Especially standing here in your teeny tiny briefs…” his voice boomed. Ramone had caught wind of what Todd had been saying about him to the other guys while he did nothing more than mind his own damn business. “Are you gonna say something beta boy, or am I gonna have to pull the words out of your ass for you???” Ramone took a step closer to Todd. Todd shook in fear. His tremoring hands dropped his phone into the sink as he tried to think of anything to say. This man was enormous, towering at least 7 inches above him. And his muscles rippled through his short-sleeve shirt so hard he swore they were going to rip open like in the cartoons “Guess you’re not much of a talker then. Maybe this will get you to pipe up…” Ramone charged at Todd knocking the wind right out of him. The two men fell straight to the floor with a hard smack, Todd’s harder than Ramone’s. In that moment Todd had really wished he had decided to stop at the urinal first. The impact made Todd lose all control of his bladder, pissing all over his expensive underwear, work pants, and the floor. His eyes widened as Ramone loomed over him laying in a pile of his own urine, “You know man, they make an appliance for you to do that in. Maybe I can show you huh?” Ramone’s voice thundered in the tiled space. He wasn’t even slightly winded from throwing Todd around like a rag doll. Todd gasped as Ramone picked him up by the back of the shirt collar and dragged him into the large handy-cap stall. “Surfs up mother fucker…” Ramone laughed maniacally. Todd had his head shoved into the toilet, Ramone’s heavy steel-toed work boot pressed down hard between his shoulder blades. Ramone must have flushed the toilet a dozen times before pulling Todd’s soaking face from the bowl. “ARE YOU GONNA CALL ME A PUSSY AGAIN BITCH?” Ramone held Todd by the collar, his hot breaths inches from his dripping wet face. Todd violently shook his head at his assailant, completely at a loss for words. “Now since I am such a stand-up guy I am going to help you dry off. Hang drying is usually the best in these situations…” Ramone’s face forming an evil grin. Ramone ripped Todd’s vest and shirt off of his body, throwing them both into the toilet bowl. He lifted Todd up onto the highest hook of the three mounted to the wall in the stall. He slipped Todd’s $60 underwear over the hook like it was nothing. He then turned back to the toilet bowl and whipped out his huge cock, pissing right onto the vest Todd loved to parade around in like it made him special somehow. Ramone shook every inch of his 8" snake and tucked it back into his pants. Todd thought he had finally met a moment of peace when Ramone left the stall, but that peace was cut short. He returned slipping Todd’s phone into his pocket and pulling a sharpie out from his work belt. In big bold letters, Ramone wrote on Todd’s pasty hairless chest “WEDGIE SLUT”, slipping the marker back into his pocket. Ramone stepped back a few feet, pulling Todd’s phone from his pocket and snapping a few photos of the dejected man clad in his piss stain briefs. Todd sat in silence, completely emasculated as Ramone did something on his phone. He stepped over, just out of reach, showing Todd the screen. “I don’t think you’ll have much luck on Tinder bucko. I just posted all of these lovely photos to your profile and redid your bio for you, ‘Just your typical cock-hungry wedgie fetishist…’ ”, Ramone clicked to the home page open a new app Todd didn’t recognize, “But I did make you a profile on Grindr with all these photos. I also went ahead and included your phone number in your profile too. I am sure after that ass-kicking you’ll want to scale yourself down to huge cocks and wedgies, it seems a bit more fitting…” Ramone clicked the lock button on Todd’s phone and looked him dead in the eyes. “And Todd? Just so you don’t forget who is the fucking man around here…” Ramone pulled down his pants, whipping out his huge cock again. He pissed all over Todd’s legs and underwear, covering him in his marking like a fucking beast. He finished by wiping his huge ballsack over the screen of Todd’s phone and slipping it snuggly into the front of Todd’s newly resoaked briefs. Todd was absolutely humiliated. He had never been pushed around before by anyone, and he felt completely destroyed. There was no way he could ever come back to work. “See ya later sweet cheeks…” Ramone cackled slamming the stall door behind him as he left the bathroom. Before getting back to work Ramone snuck the only bathroom key from the office and locked the men’s room, sticking a handwritten “Out of Order” sign to the door, ensuring no one was helping Todd down until he briefs broke.