Ty watched his brother struggle on the way. He wasn't even sure if it could be called a struggle. All Dustin could do is suffer through the prolonged hanging wedgie and wiggle and grunt. His feet gave him no purchase on the wall and just slid himself back and forth on the wall. Dustin could not even touch his own body or the damned Borat thong due to Ty's tinkering.
Ty started to feel a moment of mercy and then his eye caught the peeled back laminate that had bound him in the poster. He looked down at his own, nearly naked body and saw the paint Dustin had applied. Even his briefs had been painted to look like Speedos. Ty had been hanging on the wall in his underwear in public for days and Dustin had only been hanging an hour. Not with a wedgie, perhaps, but laminated. Ty leaped up and with a quick wish the paint fell from his body. He reached for his laptop and opened up his favorite photo editor.
Dustin looked on nervously. He wasn't sure how it could get much worse. He was pretty certain that the thong that held him to the wall was going to saw him in half an moment. "Smile for the picture." Ty joked as he wished a copy of Dustin's wedgied image into the PC. "First let's fix your thong. It's the wrong color, bright neon green not blue." As Ty worked the editor controls to change the color, Dustin's body and the background in the frame changed. The colors shifting across Dustin's skin caressed his body flowing over his muscles. The color shift of the thong caused a wave of short-lived pleasure wherever it touched his body. Dustin shivered with a moment of pleasure before the reality and pain of the thong wedgie intruded. Ty appeared unaware of the effect the color change had on Dustin.
"Hey, that's not bad." Ty looked at his brother who now had red skin hanging in a bright green mankini on an orange background. "You look like pop art." Ty thought a moment and decided to continue with the pop art idea but realized that his idea would take up too much wall space. Unless...
Ty set down the laptop and walked up to his brother. "You're probably not going to like this." Dustin at first thought that he was being hung higher. Then he thought Ty was growing. Then he realized that Ty was causing him to shrink. Since the thong was still anchored to the wall, Dustin was pulled up the wall as he was reduced in size. He thought he might be able to slip out of his predicament if he became small enough but the mankini and color patch on the wall were decreasing as well. Ty stopped the shrinking process when Dustin was about a foot tall.
"I could almost shoot you like a slingshot." Ty demonstrated grabbing Dustin's ankles and stretching him out from the wall a few feet. The fabric stretched but to Dustin it felt like somebody had attached cars to his ankles and the wedgie pressure was incredible. Then Ty released his grip and Dustin was snapped back to his original position with a sharp smack where he hit the wall and dangled back down. This was the real danger in Ty. Magical. Powerful. And easily distracted.
But Ty went back to his plan. He picked up the laptop and did a quick copy and paste of the Dustin image and with each click, a wedgied Dustin copy appeared on the wall. Some more cursor moves and the four identical Dustins were arranged two up and two down in a square. Dustin was disoriented since he could perceive what his doppelgangers could perceive so he was away of himself in all the different positions around himself.
"Now for some pop art." Ty selected on the the Dustins and played with the colors until he had a blue Dustin with purple thong on a red background. He continued to work away on his laptop until his brother(s) were a riot of colors. As he worked he did not realize that all the color corrections were sending waves of pleasure through all the hanging brothers. Even the indirect sensation of the others were intense and the cumulative effect had the Dustins on the horny edge.
Ty looked up. "I may have gone a little overboard," he confessed. Four Dustins sighed in relief that maybe a ittle mercy was coming their way. "Too many colors." With that he did some quick corrections so that each instance was a single color. A blue Dustin hanging in a blue thong on a blue background. Purple. Red. Orange. This time Ty noticed the effect the color changes had on the wedgied teens. It was something he might be able to use later. "I think I'm done. I think I will call this masterpiece the Warhol Wedgie." Ty grinned at his creation and the Dustins could only imagine what was coming next.
"Now I just need to figure out where to put you so the people can appreciate my talent. After all, you had me on display in my underwear, I think it's only fair you get the same public exposure."
Ty considered the options as the Dustins hung on the wall in mutual misery.