Journal of a Brief Wearing Bunny Sal and the Gang It has only been three days into the school year, and Dylan was having quite a nice day at school. Not only did it seem like his classes were rather easy this day, but he was also managing to pass different homework assignments with higher grades than he ever expected. Lunch also tasted really great that day, which was also a rare occurrence that Dylan made sure to enjoy while he still could. While sitting in math class, the bunny began to wonder exactly what was giving him such good luck this day. Dylan did believe in luck, and knew that he was having quite a bit of it today. As he took down notes in his class, he gained an idea as to why his day has been really good so far. He didn't want to admit it, however, but he knew he couldn't deny it. Dylan had put on his 'Lucky Undies' today. Well, he obviously didn't give them that name, his mom did. The reason why was because these briefs were the first ever custom pair that she had ever made for him. Despite his... over-sized endowment, they always seemed to fit him perfectly, albeit rather snugly. When he first tried them on and posed in front of a mirror with his mom, she beamed happily and kissed his cheek, proclaiming to him, "They look so adorable on you, Dylly-Willy! From now on, these will be your Lucky Undies!" Naturally, this embarrassed the bunny quite a bit, as he didn't know what was so lucky about a pair of light pink briefs with dark red lipstick kiss marks all over them. It didn't exactly help that she had sewn his name on the inside of the waistband, either. However, for whatever reason, whenever he wore them, he tended to have a really good day, excelling in whatever he was doing, and from what he could remember, he was never caught in them by his older siblings. If Dylan could wear the same pair of underwear for two days in a row, he'd definitely keep these ones on. For now, however, he'd have to savor his nice day, knowing that he'd have to throw them into the hamper at the end of the day. He didn't think about that, though, as his class was now over. It seemed to pass by much easier and much faster than usual, it seemed. It was now time for his last class of the day: gym class. Once he finally made it to the gym, he headed inside to change. Usually, he'd have to duck into a stall so that the other boys wouldn't see him. Since today was really warm, however, Dylan came dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, which was a standard uniform for gym class, so he could avoid the changing room and confrontation with other, much stronger boys, for today. His gym teacher, Coach Ashton, started off their class like usual: stretches, exercises, the usual stuff. Then, he'd gather everyone up and tell the freshmen class his plan for the day, saying, "Okay, since it's really nice outside, I figured I'd let you all go outside and do a few laps around the football field. I also have alternatives, such as volleyball, football, soccer, and badminton. However, I do expect at least one lap from everyone for your grade today. Understand?" Once he got everyone's affirmation, he lead the class outside to the field. It was obviously very large, the track course circling the football field. Once outside, everyone began to jog or walk around the field, the coach setting up the various equipment out in the middle of the field. Since Dylan wanted to get his mandatory lap over with quickly, he decided to jog the first one and catch up with his friends so they could walk and talk the rest of the period. About halfway through his lap, he passed by the edge of the bleachers, where the bunny thought he heard someone call out for help. He slowed down and listened carefully. "H-hey you..! I was looking for my phone and I fell. I'm having trouble getting up... I think I'm caught on something. Help me out, will ya?" The voice called out. Dylan was always the one who tried to be helpful, no matter what. Since there was no one near him currently, and since the coach was looking away, Dylan quickly got off the track and moved underneath the bleachers, looking around in the dark area. "Where are you at..?" He'd say. Before the bunny knew it, though, he was ambushed. Two large, darkened figured suddenly got up from behind him, grabbed his arms, and pushed him up against a wall, pinning him in place. Soon, laughter was audible to the bunny as three more dark figured surrounded him from all sides. They all seemed to wear dark hoodies. While they all seemed to vary in size and height, the one directly in front of him was probably the tallest of them all, even towering over the slender bunny. From what Dylan could see, it was a raccoon. The two on either side of him were a scrawny hyena and a rather fat orca. The ones pinning Dylan were just barely visible to him, but if he turned his head a bit, he could see a lemur and a squirrel, both about the same height. Before Dylan could shout anything, the lemur and squirrel pushed a large bandanna around his mouth, muffling him as they tied it up. The bunny peered up at the raccoon, with a mixture of fright, confusion, and a twinge of anger. The raccoon boy leaned down, smirking widely. "Heya, cute stuff. Name's Sal. And I'm gonna make sure ya never forget my name. Strip 'im, fellas," He commanded, stepping back some to let his minions do his bidding. In an instant, the lemur and the squirrel held up his arms as the orca and the hyena moved to Dylan. Both of them were snickering quite a bit as they got to run their hands over the slender bunny's rather feminine body. The hyena lifted up his shirt, his fingers running over his nipples before pulling it completely off and tossing it away. The orca on the other hand went for Dylan's pants, slowly tugging them up and down to tease him. His movement would be sudden, as he would tug them down hard, letting them thump to his ankles, leaving the bunny in nothing but his briefs. The group let out loud laughs as they stared at him, greatly amused by his 'Lucky Undies'. Sal grinned as his group hollered in laughter, eyeing his nice bulge. "Wow, ya really do wear underwear like that, huh?" Dylan gulped and felt his face flush deeply, shifting around in discomfort and embarrassment. He tried to squeak out anything so that someone may help him, but alas, the sounds that came through his gag were too quiet, so they could only be heard by the cackling gang of bullies before him. Soon, he felt the back of his waistband tug back as one of the boys holding him back looked down, snickering again. "Wow, Mikey, you weren't wrong about his fat butt..! Oh and lookie, he's got his name sewn in here! Did your mommy do it for you, Dylan?" The squirrel teased, snapping the waistband back, which made the bunny jump and the rest of them laugh. Dylan sweated and blushed harder, squirming against the hard grips of the two holding him back. What made matters worse was the fact that his shaft was growing. It appeared to have a mind of it's own, as his numerous thoughts of trying to keep it flaccid were for naught. Of course, they all saw and kept on pointing at him, laughing and oogling the humiliated half naked bunny. "Look Sal, he's havin' fun too! Maybe he wants us to do somethin' to him..." The hyena said, leaning into Dylan's ear to lap and lick at it. This made Dylan squeak out and shiver, his ears and tail twitching. It wouldn't be long before his massive 20 inch erection was tenting out the stretchy cotton of his underwear. They also managed to keep his balls nice and covered, although his rear was slightly exposed, wediged into his butt a bit due to his erection. The raccoon walked forward, letting his hand feel the shaft of his erection, smiling widely and licking his lips. "I'd say so too. Quite a package for someone so pathetic," He'd tease, slapping his hand roughly against the cock. Dylan gave out a muffled yelp as his cock bounced around. "I think it's about time we have some fun with him..." Sal leaned down and grinned at the bunny. Dylan shivered and gulped, wondering just what exactly he was going to do to him. Many thoughts filled up his mind, but what Sal ended up doing was far more humiliating than whatever Dylan's brain could come up with. "Whatcha say, Dylly? Wanna make a big ole mess in ya undies?" Sal said, putting on an over-the-top teasing baby-talk voice. As soon as Sal finished the sentence, the others snickered and leaned into Dylan's ears, whispering various teasings and embarrassing phrases, all of which made the bunny shiver, curling his toes some. "Yeah, Dylly-Willy, why not make a big cummy mess, hmm?" The lemur cooed. "Such a ginormous willy for such a cutesy-wutsey wittle bun bun!" The hyena cackled. "Silly little Dylly, wearing such silly little underroos!" The orca guffawed. "Big fat pecker, just waitin' to cream!" The squirrel giggled. "I think..." Sal began, getting the attention of the bunny and the others. "Dylly-Willy needs to wee-wee first!" He said, moving so that he was to the left of Dylan, but moving his face so that the two had eye contact. "C'mon, bunny... wee-wee for us," He said, grinning. The others also smiled widely, leaning back into Dylan's ears. They whispered into his ear, variations of 'wee-wee', 'pee-pee', 'tinkle', all sorts of phrases to try and make Dylan wet himself. His toes curled as he gulped, realizing that this method... was working. The poor bunny tried and tried to hold it in, trying to think of other things. Unfortunately, his brain was overrun with having to pee. "C'mon, Dylan... don't wee-wee... I mean pee! Don't pee yourself! You can hold it!" He thought to himself, eyes rolling back some. To help add to the humiliation, the squirrel and the lemur gripped his round ass, kneading it with one hand each. The orca and the hyena gently began to twist and tease his nipples, making the bunny squirm and gasp. Sal, meanwhile, used one hand to grab and fondle a nice handful of one of Dylan's covered nuts. He pushed his fingers into it and snickered, seeming to chant with the others. "Wee-wee... wee-wee... wee-wee..." They all teased. The bunny kept trying to hold it together as his massive shaft twitched. Dylan began to think to himself again. "Mmf... c'mon, Dylan... you don't have to pee-pee... I mean... wee-wee... no wait! D-don't do it! Don't go pee... d-don't go pee-pee... p-pee-pee... pee..." Before Dylan knew it, he closed his eyes and felt his lucky undies grow warm and wet. His toes curled as a feeling of relief and humiliation washed over himself. The boys stopped their teasing to watch the spectacle. The bunny was wetting himself, quite messily too. It sprayed through his underwear a bit, but still dribbled down the entire length of his dick, forming at his balls, and dripping to the ground. Dylan kept his eyes tightly shut, squirming as a puddle grew under his feet and his undies were soon soaking wet with urine. It was quiet for a few seconds, save for a couple of held back snickers. Without warning, Sal gave a swat to his ball, eliciting a wet slap. "Aww! Dylly-Willy went wee-wee in his undies!" With that, the laughs came again, the boys overwhelmed with glee as they made the bunny pee himself. "Now... for the moment we've been waitin' for..!" Sal began. With that, he moved behind the group, right up against the bunny's butt. The raccoon wiggled his fat bulge up against the bunny's rear, letting him know just how much he was enjoying himself. "Find something to kiss and fondle boys... we're gonna make Dylly here cream," He snickered. With that command, all four of them had their hands running up and down his body, over his sopping wet undies and aching erection. Soon, his nipples, chest, belly, neck, and ears were being kissed on, licked and kissed on. The only thing left open was his wet crotch. Sal gripped tightly on his monster cock, covered by pee-soaked briefs. He then began to stroke at it slowly, yet kept a very firm grip on him. Dylan groaned out and gulped, drooling a bit through his gag. His toes curled up some as pleasure overwhelmed him. Of course, Dylan was still utterly humiliated that he was being taken advantage of by the group of bullies, but there was obviously nothing he could do. His cock ached and his balls sloshed some, obviously wanting release. Sal began to suckle and smooch in a tender fashion at one of Dylan's bunny ears. "C'mon bunny buns... my wittle Dylly-Willy... why not cream for Sal and his friends? We promise to let you go afterwards... let you run on home and put on clean undie-wundies... all ya gotta do is cream yourself... cream yourself... cream yourself..." Sal whispered, beginning to chant again. Unlike the previous moment where Dylan tried to fight it off, Dylan's inhibitions were practically gone, replaced with shame and arousal. In the heat of all the kissing, licking, fondling, laughing, cooing, and humiliation, Dylan's eyes slowly fluttered back, his toes curling up, his cotton tail waggling, his cock twitching and throbbing in the raccoon's grasp. Dylan was going to cum... Just right before the peak, however, Sal quickly let go of Dylan's erection and spanked at both of Dylan's covered balls. Hard. The sound that was made from the slap was like a mixture of a wet towel hitting the floor and a dodge-ball hitting the ground. As well as a bunny's muffled scream of pain and pleasure as he uncontrollably began to cum everywhere. The moment cum spurted out of the tip, all of the boys let go and moved away from Dylan, watching in a circle as he came. Dylan was freed, but because he was orgasming, all he could do was shake and shiver, his knees wobbling as he stood and came through his briefs. The group of bullies laughed and hooted at him as massive amounts of white bunny cream splattered all over the floor and dribbled and drooled down his cock, down to his balls. This kept on for two solid minutes. Once his orgasm died down, the boys admired the mess Dylan had made. Large amounts of cum splattered at least three feet away from Dylan, two puddles at his feet, and an ashamed, utterly humiliated bunny, panting loudly as he took his mouth gag off, looking down at himself as his cock softened up, but didn't lose length. He also looked at his 'Lucky Undies', now certainly stained and ruined with large amounts of urine and cum. The boys gathered Dylan's clothes and tossed them at him. While he didn't catch them, they thankfully landed in a dry spot. Sal waved to Dylan and grinned. "I wantcha to remember us, Dylly-Willy. Because you'll be seein' us at least once a week. Be sure to wear more silly undies, kay?" Just as they began to leave, Sal turned back around and pointed a finger at Dylan, who had just picked up his shirt. "Oh, and if ya tell anyone and get us in trouble... we will be less forgiving. We're bein' nice to ya right now. If we get caught, we'll find you and make our next session... less private." He grinned and cackled to himself, walking off with his gang. Dylan sat in a soft patch of grass, staring at his bulge, which was now back to it's flaccid state. However, his undies dripped with lots of his fluids. All the bunny could do was use his bare hands to try and wipe off most of it. He'd wipe his hands in the grass once he was done, putting on his clothes afterwards. His briefs were still very wet, but if he hurried, he'd probably be able to finish his lap and go to the bathroom for a more permanent fix before his shorts began to get wet too. Dylan scratched his head and shivered, gulping as he wondered what else they would do to him in the near future. He then ran back onto the field to finish the lap. From the looks of it, class was almost over, anyways. Dylan felt ashamed, humiliated... and still somewhat horny. Why did he seem to enjoy that so much? His face flushed, as he didn't seem to understand it. All he knew was that he had to try his hardest to avoid Sal and his gang from now on. He didn't want to tell anyone though. After all, while that was incredibly humiliating, Dylan didn't dare think about what they would do to him in front of the entire school.