Nerd in a Cemetery (Part 5)

Ouch. That chair wedgie just really digs in. And it doesn’t help that every hour or so, that damn wolf yanks a bit, stretching your undies a bit more. You drink a little water to prevent having to get up to go to the bathroom, and cough a little bit whenever someone knocks on the door to ask you a question. Making them think you’re sick, so they don’t see you in your predicament. This worked until your work crush, Caleb, knocked on the door.
 
 Knock knock
 *cough* “Don’t come in, I think I’m getting sick, and I don’t want git get you sick.” You say like it’s a routine now.
 
 “It’s ok. To be honest I think I gave it to you.” He says as he opens the door.
 
 You freeze and notice he’s looking at some papers. Hopefully, he doesn’t look up.
 
 “Yeah. I’ve been looking at these reports and they tell me it’s atomic-o-clock.” He looks up, eyes glowing blue. Which is odd, because his eyes are brown. But you know whose eyes are blue. That damn wolf.
 
 Caleb closed the door. And sets the papers aside.
 
 “Thought you could get away that easily without getting embarrassed did you nerd. Looks like I need to teach you a lesson.”
 
 “Please Sir. Anyone but him.”
 
 “Oh? In that case, I’m definitely using this meat puppet.”
 
 He undoes your wrapping chair wedgie and picks it from your crack. Damn that hurts more that the wedgie itself.
 
 He turns you around, grabs your undies, easily getting it well over your antlers and over your chin. This didn’t even hurt a bit.
 
 “Shit. Stretched them too much. Guess that means a new pair.”
 
 He rips off the undies and throws them in the trash. He then proceeds to take off his pants.
 
 “W-what are you doing?” You say, trying to conceal your erection.
 
 “Well, in this meat suit, I can’t conjure your tighty whities I stole. So, I gotta use his.” He said matter of fact-ly.
 
 “WHAT? I’m not going to wear his underwear!” You whisper yell.
 
 “You’ll do as I say nerd. Got that?” Now naked from the waist down. “Now put these on and get on your knees.”
 
 So do so begrudgingly. These boxers were so uncomfortable.   no support, and an ugly plaid pattern.  
 
 He grabs your waistband and starts yanking. Your face hitting his exposed cock. 5” flaccid.
 
 “Now suck me off. Only chance you’ll get with this hunk.”
 
 You hesitantly do. The wedgie was painful, this is something you’ve always imagined. Sucking off your work crush. He’s bigger than expected. As your lips encapsulate his member, you suck up and down the shaft, causing him to get hard.
 
 You keep sucking, faster and faster. Mind totally engrossed by this. You don’t even notice he’s stopped yanking as he puts his hands in your hair for grip.
 
 You keep sucking faster and faster.
 
 “I’m gonna cum!”
 
 As he says that an explosion of sweet semen enters your mouth and down your throat. Causing you to gag a little. But you power through. Lapping up all the cum.
 
 In panting gasps, “Carlos, what’s going on? Why are you blowing me? And why are you wearing my drawers?
 
 You look up and see the blue eyes are gone, and replaced by those beautiful browns that make you melt.