The waves rolled in with serene and melodic temperance. The sand was silky smooth and soft, warmed to a pleasant degree by the enormous sun watching from atop the horizon. Spotting the sky with calm grace were fluffy bunches of calmly soaring clouds. Inhabiting the endless shores and breaking the occasional breeze was a countless number of frittering girls, boys, men, woman, dogs, and even a cat or two.

The particular space of focus for the purposes of this story was the existence of a small family in the center of the beach, surrounding a camp of several towels and large umbrellas. Billy, a small, thirteen year old with moderately long brown-hair, and his older brother David, a slim, seventeen year-old with short, spiky black hair, lay casually a few feet from their sun-bathing parents.

It began calm and relaxing, but David broke that peace with a sudden leap onto his much smaller brother. Their parents reluctantly protested and his brother meekly struggled, but neither had any effect. David rolled Billy away from their parents, then managed to wrap his legs around his neck and hold down his arms and legs with his arms and body weight. Their parents gave up on trying to do anything, too desperate for relaxation and alone time to try very hard.

He tightened the grip of his legs on Billy’s neck, cutting off his breathing, causing him to attempt to flail. He held it for three seconds, an insidious grin growing wider, and only stopped when Billy’s face began to turn purple. He released him, and Billy crumpled to the floor, taking in heaving breaths of air. In an act of revenge, Billy swung weakly at David, skimming him lightly across the shoulder.

David fell to the floor, groaning, greatly exaggerating his pain. Pretending that Billy did something awful, he built up an act of rage and pounced back onto the still recovering Billy. Billy fell to the floor under his weight of 150 pounds and sand flung onto them.

David gripped a bunch of the back of Billy’s swim trunks and jerked him into the air, while regaining his stance to a standing position. Billy fell, at first, to the side, then David straightened him to a normal hanging position, holding him two feet off the floor by his swim trunks, and, inadvertently, his briefs.

Billy whined, wishing they had never come to the beach in the first place. David laughed and dropped him to the floor. Billy sloppily stood up and straightened his shorts. He looked back at a pleased David, pouting. David crossed his arms and asked rudely, "What?"

"What do you mean, ‘what?" he responded, imitating David’s tone of voice.

"What?" he answered innocently.

"Stop giving me wedgies!" He stomped his foot and scowled.

David laughed loudly. "Then stop being such a dork!"

He stomped his foot again. "I can’t!" David laughed. "I mean- I’m not!"

David chuckled and replied, "Oh, really? Then what’s with the briefs? You’re thirteen, dude."

"Fine. I’ll start wearing boxers." He crossed his arms, still pouting.

"Oh, so now you’re a conformist? Only dorks are conformists. Dork!" David stepped over to Billy and turned him around. Billy fell silent, mouth agape. David reached down and grabbed the waistband of Billy’s Hanes Briefs, then slowly lifted him up into the air. A few nearby children stared, seemingly captivated by the sight.

David held him almost above his head, the briefs up to the child’s neck, slightly lifting the swim trunks with them. David bounced him, glanced around, smiled at a spectating baby, then started to walk Billy towards the water.

"No!" Billy screamed, becoming scared.

David stopped moving. "Okay, I’ll make you deal. If you don’t resist at all this will all end much, much quicker."

Billy thought for a moment. "You promise?"

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"Say what?"

"That you promise."

David sighed. "I promise."

"Okay," he took in a breath of air, "Go."

David sighed again and continued walking him over to the water. When they reached the shoreline where the waves were riding slowly in, he gently lowered Billy to the floor and Billy immediately adjusted his underwear.

David set his hands firmly on Billy’s shoulders and Billy gulped in nervous anticipation. Suddenly, David shoved Billy down under an incoming wave and screamed, "This is just like a swirly!"

He flung him out of the water, a gush of water flinging with him. Billy frantically wiped his face then exclaimed with disgust, "A very salty one! Not as cold though." David laughed and kicked Billy in the butt. Billy winced and rubbed it. "What was that for!?"

"Felt like it," he quickly responded.

“Okay… So is it over now?" David left him in suspense, purposely not responding for a second, then, finally, "Usually, I’d laugh at your ignorance, but this time it actually is Almost over."

Billy took a breath of relief. David pushed him forward, bringing him closer to the ocean and to the deeper waves.

"I need something more embarrassing," David mumbled to himself in thought. Billy tensed up, only catching the word ‘embarrassing’. "Okay, got it!"

In one quick motion, David bent down and cleanly pantsed Billy, leaving him almost naked. On his way back up, he grabbed a hold of both sides of Billy’s white briefs and, with a powerful thrust, he wrenched them upwards, flinging Billy several feet into the air. Everyone within close proximity shifted their attention to the entertainment David was providing. Billy turned bright red and whimpered inaudibly. Both sides of the tighty whities stretched to his shoulders and, since so much of the fabric was being grasped, nothing ripped.

He repeatedly bounced him and bounced him, without a doubt leaving long lasting marks on Billy’s body. After what felt like forever to Billy, but was, in actuality, only twenty seconds, David dropped Billy into a rising wave, creating a painfully loud splash, then walked back to his parents, feeling extremely cool. Billy rushed to recover, putting his fallen shorts back on and rearranging his stretched out undies, then running back to his parents.

He decided to pretend that never happened, despite the smile of cruel pleasure on David’s face the rest of the night and the occasional smack followed by the aggravating question, ‘How’s the briefs feelin’?’

By Identity.

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