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Get Your Own Back - Stepdad Style
🕑 Added 2023-05-10 18:17:41 +0000 UTCIn preparation for a special Patreon only exclusive later this month, I wanted to post the Clay and Karl stories. This first story was a commission for the awesome Don'tLoseYourPants on Tumblr and I fell in love with Clay. I have a new Clay and Karl story in the works and I'd love to know what you guys want to see happen to Clay.
Karl
When I was 8 years old, my Mum remarried a guy called Clayton Hawthorn. I knew he wasn't my Dad, but he was younger than my mum by a good ten years and I really enjoyed spending time with him. He was always the fun one and although I never called him Dad, he became that very quickly to me.
In my first year of High School, I met my two best friends, Jared and Lewis. We were always thick and thieves and they were often at my house with me, Mum and Clay. Mum's job meant she travelled a lot so the evenings were usually spent with Clay and he usually acted like one of us when we hung out together.
During college, I missed Mum and Clay a lot, but Jared, Lewis and I were always back there during the holidays. When I was at college, Clay took to constantly playing pranks on me in front of Jared and Lewis. If he wasn't tweaking my nipples, he was pantsing me or locking me outside in a towel. It was always a good laugh with Clay, but his constant pranking during college continued when I moved back home after graduation.
By the time I moved out a year later at 22, I had developed a desperate thirst for revenge. My Mum had raised me well and I never felt like I could prank Clay back without getting into trouble, even when I was an adult, but I always vowed that one day I would get him back and on my 26th birthday, I finally got my chance.
As I turned 26, Clay was 41 and we couldn't be more different from one another. I was about 5'9, blonde and smooth. I had a good body - toned and muscular, but slim. Whereas Clay was dark haired, 6'3 with broad shoulders and a muscular but meaty body with a hairy chest and legs. Clay looked good for 41 and my Mum always got comments about him being her toy boy.
For my 26th birthday, Jared, Lewis and I had decided to have a night away at this fancy golf club and Clay was coming along with us. We'd have 2 nights at the hotel and spend the day in between playing the 18-hole course. It was March so it was off season and the resort was quiet, but we'd lucked out with the weather and we were blessed with blue skies, no breeze and blazing spring sunshine.
Before we'd departed for the lads break, the guys and I had decided to finally get our own back with Clay. We didn't want to do anything too serious, but we knew how embarrassed he would get so we opted for something "accidental" that would become a little more intentional, but wouldn't involve anyone other than the 4 of us.
When we arrived at the resort, Jared hid Clay's bag and pretended that he must have left it behind by mistake. This resulted in the 3 of us happily offering him some of our clothes as he arrived at the resort in some trackies and an old hoodie. Jared gave him some socks, a golfing t-shirt and a shirt, Lewis gave him some dress pants he could wear for golfing and a pair of shorts, whilst I provided him with some of my bikini briefs in a lurid purple that Clay roared with laughter at.
'You can't wear Lewis' dress pants commando, Clay. That'd be disgusting!'
Clay rolled his eyes and snatched the proffered briefs out of my hand and headed off to his room with a spare toothbrush.
Clay
Despite being 41, I had to admit that I looked pretty good as I climbed out of the shower in my hotel room. I still retained a decent amount of muscle definition in my shoulders, arms, chest and thighs and my stomach remained flat whilst my butt maintained its meaty toned bubble shape.
The previous night, me, Karl and his friends had spent a chilled night watching the game in the bar whilst we had a burger and some pints. My head was a little bit fuzzy when I woke up, but I was looking forward to a day of golf. I always enjoyed showing Karl how it was done as his swing left a lot to be desired.
With a towel tied around my waist, I headed into the room and unfolded the clothes the guys had lent me. I was still pissed that Jared had forgotten to put my bag in the car, but at least I had my golfing shoes and my clubs.
Jared was shorter than me, but around the same build so as much as the t-shirt only reached my waist and was a snug fit, it didn't look stupid. The bikini briefs that Karl wore had always been a source of amusement for me. They were so damn skimpy and when he'd started wearing them at college, I couldn't help pantsing him in front of his mates at every opportunity so that they knew what he was sporting under his pants.
I grabbed the purple bikini briefs and didn't realise quite how soft they were; the material almost had a slinky feel to it. Karl was much slimmer than me so it was no surprise that the briefs were tight when I got them as far as my thighs. I managed to get them to my waist and couldn't believe how ridiculous I looked when I caught my reflection in the mirror. The slinky purple material barely covered my furry bubble butt and my ample cock and balls bulged obscenely at the front, but hey - at least I was covered.
Next, I pulled on the socks and then stood up and grabbed the dress pants that Lewis had lent me. Lewis was my height, but he was slimmer than me so I was a little concerned at having to wear them. However, the golf resort had a strict dress code and I was not missing out on a day of golf just because I didn't want to wear some tight pants. Similar to Karl's briefs, I got the pants as far as my furry, muscled thighs before I started to realise how tight they were going to be. I wrestled with the black material until I got the pants half way over my bubble butt. By this point the briefs were practically wedged between my cheeks and I had to yank the material free before I continued to pull the pants up.
By the time I had the pants up and over my big butt, I realised that I was semi-hard and stretching out the purple briefs. I guessed I hadn't jerked off for about 2 days, which was a long time for me, but I was running late as it was, so I tried to ignore the moan I made as I grabbed my thick cock through the briefs and pushed my bulge inside the pants. I had to lie on the bed to button them and zip the fly, but after putting on my golfing shoes, I was finally ready.
The pants were a second skin and my bulge were so obvious, I nearly considered backing out of the game, but the tight outfit did make my arms and thighs look extra toned and I had to admit that I looked pretty damn sexy.
As I went to leave the room, I dropped my key card and bent over to grab it, hearing an audible pop as I did so. I bolted up right and felt the back of the pants, but was relieved that they were intact. I'd need to be careful during the day - I certainly didn't want to rip my pants in front of Karl, Jared and Lewis because they'd never let me hear the end of it. Not to mention the fact that Karl had never seen me in my underwear, let alone bent over with my ass exposed in his slutty bikini briefs. I shuddered at the thought, pocketed the key card and headed out.
Karl
When Clay met us in the lobby, we all did our utmost not to burst out laughing. You could see a slither of his furry stomach where the shirt didn’t quite meet his pants and the pants were so tight that you could see the muscles in his thighs, the weight of his bulge and the outline of my tiny bikini briefs bunched up on his massive bubble butt.
Me and the boys didn’t really have a fully fleshed out plan for me getting revenge on Clay, but we knew that Lewis’ pants were a bit old and worn and we knew how tight they’d be so were hoping they’d just split apart and his big butt would be exposed in the tiny briefs. We’d film it, rib him for a bit and then that would be it.
I’d suggested leaving him naked on the 18th hole, but Jared and Lewis had said I was taking it too far. They’d had the same reaction when I’d suggested slipping him Viagra.
By the time we stopped for lunch, we’d done the first 9 and I was incredibly disappointed. The weather was incredible and we were all feeling the heat; especially Clay who had sweat patches under his arms. However, he’d spent the entire morning bending or squatting slowly and carefully and I was starting to wonder if I’d even get my own back like this.
Over lunch, I ordered a round of beers and made sure that by the time we’d eaten Clay had had three.
When he stood up from his chair, his furry butt crack was on show and I took great pleasure in telling them that his ass was on show.
Clay blushed slightly and tried to make a joke about the pants before he tried yanking them up, to no avail and heading out to the golf cart.
Clay
No matter how hard I tried, my ass was just too sweaty to yank the ridiculously tight pants up. Eating a big lunch and drinking 3 beers hadn’t helped my situation and I was a little light headed as we headed outside to the golf cart and made our way to the second 9.
Holes 10 and 11 were without incident, but when we reached hole 12, things started to go downhill. It was as I was placing my ball on the tee that I felt a pop at my waist and the button on the pants dropped on to the grass in front of me.
Karl, Jared and Lewis were all watching me and Karl asked if everything was okay. I grabbed the button and forced a smile to my face saying I was fine. I pocketed the button and took my shot, but by the time I had, the fly had come down a little. With the pants so tight, the zipper just didn’t want to stay closed and my shirt was too small for me to pull it down to cover up.
I managed to maintain my dignity for the remainder of the 11th hole, but when reached the 12th and I carefully placed the ball on the tee, it rolled off and I shifted my position to grab at it. As I did the fly ripped down and my bulge flopped out.
The boys roared with laughter and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. I laughed it off and said the fly must have come undone before turning away from them and yanking it back up, but with the tight pants and my sweaty body, I only got it halfway up and I could feel the breeze on my butt crack.
I saw Karl with his phone and prayed he wasn’t taking photos.
We continued along to the 15th hole and I was constantly having to do the fly back up or try and yank the pants up at the back. Every time my fingers brushed the top of my ass, I couldn’t believe how sweaty I was. The pants were stuck to me like a second skin.
After we teed off on the 15th, things went from bad to worse. My first shot had landed the ball in a sand bunker and it was on the side of the bunker so I had to stand with my legs spread to have any chance of my 7-iron hitting the ball out.
It was as I spread my legs and squatted a little that I heard the sound I’d been dreading all day.
RRRRRIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!
The dress pants burst open from the crotch, up the rear seam and through the waistband. Before I could even drop my club, the material fell away to reveal my bare butt cheeks with the purple bikini briefs rammed between them like a thong. My thick cock and heavy balls, barely contained in the pouch flopped out at the front as the pants fell to my knees.
Karl, Jared and Lewis burst out laughing and before I could even move, they were on me. Jared and Lewis grabbed my t-shirt and yanked it over my head and halfway down my arms so that my head was covered and I couldn’t break free. Meanwhile, Karl tore the tiny purple bikini briefs from my body. I cursed and yelled and tried to break free as I felt a cool breeze hit my butt crack and my cock and balls.
The three boys were laughing hysterically and Jared and Lewis held me whilst Karl walked around us.
‘What the fuck are you guys doing? Let me go,’ I yelled.
‘This is pay back, Clay,’ Karl said through his laughter. ‘For all the years you pranked me and exposed me. I thought it was time I got my own back.’
I never even realised that Karl held a grudge against me for doing such things.
‘Okay, okay. You’ve had your fun. Just let me go.’
Jared and Lewis yanked my top off the rest of the way before Karl pushed me forward. I stumbled on the ripped pants around my knees and fell forward into the sand, which gave the boys the opportunity to yank the rest of the pants off my muscled legs, leaving me naked except socks and shoes in the sand.
I jumped to my feet, covering my cock and balls with my hands. ‘Please tell me one of you has spare clothes.’
Karl had his phone held in my direction and I felt sick knowing that he was recording this.
‘Don’t worry, I won’t share this, Clay. It’s just to make sure you don’t prank me around anymore. We might have clothes, we might not. Either way, you’ll need to get back to the golf cart first.’
I sighed and with Karl, Jared and Lewis walking behind me, talking about my furry bubble butt, I walked naked back to the golf cart, praying that one of them had spare clothes.
Talk about getting their own back!
