Cartoon Briefs and The Locker Room

Hey I'm Nathanael Owens, I'm 11 years old. I'm also in freshman year of high school, people consider me a child prodigy, I skipped 3 years of middle school since I already knew all the information. I'm 4’’ 4’ with brown hair and I'm glad I didn't still have a bowl cut. I still wear briefs, they're extremely comfortable, even though the cool thing is to wear boxers. I hop out of my mom's silver sedan, the car glistened in the sun light, I pull out my schedule from my brown cargo short pocket. My schedule says that I have gym first period. I've heard from my best friend, Luke, that at the high school students have to change into gym clothes. I already had my gym shorts and my star wars t-shirt, I follow the map towards the locker rooms. I enter the locker room as the scent of moldy socks and axe deodorant fills my nose, I see a vacant locker near a grey bench. My cargo shorts start to slowly slide since I don't own a belt, I pull them up as 15 year olds stare me down, there were all a foot taller than me. I place my backpack and glasses into the square locker, Luke told me that high school was full of humiliation. The only humiliating thing that me was my best friends Luke and Jack finding out that I was a bed wetter till age 8, I thought that was bad.


But as roar of laughter as I pulled slightly my brown cargo shorts down, My face turned red as a turned to see the upperclassmen. I quickly pull up my shorts but my fate was sealed.  A senior marchs towards me, his voice was lower than Batman’s. I've played a lot of Mario bros, this senior resembled a freaking Chargin’ Chuck. He grabbed the collar of my shirt, He was lifting me as if I was a stick, to add insult to injury I am pretty scrawny. One of his friends strolls up to me, he wore a black leather jacket, he was thinner than the guy holding me. The leather jacket guy, had a dark tan and Black shades, he could be confused with a venomous viper. The Chargin’ Chuck like bully spoke his name, shiver when down my spine. “Hey Pipsqueak, I'm Bruce! He’s Louis!” Exclaimed the ferocious monster, I started to laugh under my breath, I thought would light my current predicament. “What's so threatening about the name Louis?” His smug grin turned sour in a second as Bruce shoves into the wall of lockers, Louis strolls up to me. “You must be the annoying kid prodigy, you think you can quip your way out of this like Spiderman on you shirt. Do you want to know what Louis can do, Eh? Ever heard of a wedgie?” I was a bit puzzled, I've never heard that word, and I know infrared astronomy. I stared at the rest of the students, trying to hide their laughter. Only a Bulky Junior Guy wasn't laugh, probably because he had his earbuds in. I hesitate to answer as Louis grabs my brown cargo shorts, in a flash he pulls them off. Louis chuckled spotting what I was wearing, “Wow kid I thought tighty whities were dorky enough but theses take the cake. Your entire package must be completely smaller than my phone, I never would believe a 11 year old would wear Batman briefs!” I stared at his scar over his eye, before I look down at my underwear. It was covered in batarangs, I was terrified as Bruce approaches me. “I'll show you what a wedgie is! So does the kid progedy only wear cartoon underwear?” I was nervous as I tried to answer the beast, “N-N-No today was laundry day so I have to wear the-” In the corner of my eye, is Louis grabbing my bag, he dumps out all the content. I start to sweat more knowing he would find my journal, where I write my darkest secrets, but a Ziploc bag falls out. As the bully opens the bag to see what was inside, he began to laugh, he has found my stache. “What do we have here? A bag full of cartoon briefs?” He dumps them right in front of me, the crowd of laughter continues. Spongebob, Beyblade, Spiderman, Pokemon, Batman, Power Rangers and Lightning McQueen briefs sat in a pile. I grab a pair seeing that my name, Nathanael in cursive was sewed into the waistband.

I stand up trying to quickly stuff the underwear into the bag, However I feel a cold knuckle touch my back as if someone was grabbing my waistband. As I turn a sharp pain goes right through me, as if I had a fire in my butt hole.  I clutch my groin as it feels that lava was poured down it, Louis kept hunting in my bag, pulling out binder after binder. I tried to focus on Louis but the pain was too intense, I turned my head seeing my waistband at mid back, Bruce was grinning through his yellow teeth. My feet were 6 inches off the ground, but sudden relief came to me, once my feet touched the ground. I tried to run for my life, however just like a yo-yo, I’m yanked up again. I let out a squeal as the fabric digs deeper into my butt. Bruce was still laughing, “Hey Kid, let's make sure you remain squeaky clean for your first day of high school!” Bruce takes his beefy hand and grabs the front of my waistband, I could see his 4 football championship rings. He began to floss me, I felt my bladder would burst, I regret chugging down a gatorade before school. With every single pull my bladder weakened, I could feel a trickle of pee dribble down my leg, He kept pulling up and down. The junior listening to music saw me beginning to have an accident, he stood up starting to approach me, the front of my waist band finally touched my nose. I started to sweat more, I was frantically holding my privates with both hands, as my legs were trembling. Instantly my jet of pee hit my hands, Louis began laughing as my white sneaker began to get splashed by my urine. To make matters worse my batman briefs ripped apart, I fell down in the pile of my own urine, Louis was hysterical pulling out a red book with words ‘DIARY’. Oh no, I was sitting in a pile of my pee, as the bullies found more thing to torture me with. I was tearing up, I lost all my dignity as soon as my shorts fell. Bruce grabs my collar, lifting in the air, I was squirming try to cover my groin. “YOU’RE AN EMBARRASSMENT! MAYBE AN ATOMIC WEDGIE WILL KEEP YOU IN YOUR PLACE! BUT THE COACH WANTS US TO HEAD TO THE FITNESS LAB, WE’LL BE SPEEDING UP THE PROCESS!” Bruce lifts me up in the air like the beginning of the Lion King displaying my thing to all, suddenly a knock on the door silenced the room, in walked in a cheerleader. She looked to be Bruce’s girl friend, she laughed at me and my wiener, I was extremely pink. Louis throws Bruce my pair of spongebob briefs, I’m forced into it, Louis was holding my journal. “ Look Bruce, this Sissy has a diary! Look it has his fear, secrets, and embarrassing things! We’ve hit the Jackpot! Look here are some secrets-” I was trembling, “Knock it off, that’s my Diar- I mean journal! Let go of it, you motherf-!” Bruce yanks the briefs up to my neck in one pull, “Watch you language, Freshie! Maybe I should wash out these rude words for an 10 year old, but before your head meets the toilet, let's make it atomic!” Bruce bounces me more and more, he straps my waistband to my chin. All I could see was the yellow fabric, Louis started to read off words from Diary- I mean Journal. “ It says he was bedwetter till 8 years old, wore diapers to bed too. He is  scared of snakes and has anaphylaxis, I guess we can test it out after you’re swirly!” All I could see was the black silhouettes through the yellow fabric, suddenly an even sharper pain started to increase on groin, as if they were trying slice my genitals in half. I could feel tugs pulling me, my soaked soaks feel the cold sensation of the cold bathroom tiles. I hear the creaking of a bathroom stall, before I could take a breath, the water hit my face. I pulled right up, I was gasping for air, I could sense my hair deforming. I was shoved straight back in the water, the water began to swirl around my eyes, I was screaming at the top of my lungs. Bruce lifted my head out of the water, he removed the underwear from my face, he kept mocking me. “Had enough you dorky Tweeny Weeny?” I nod slightly, before I could get to my toes, Louis pushes my head into the toilet bowl. “ I don’t think so!” Louis lifts me up by my stretched underwear as he drags me to a bench which had a bag lunch and a pair of Lightning McQueen Briefs, the number 95 was printed right on the flap. Bruce tears off the spongebob briefs and puts me into underwear, Louis grabs two binder clips, and attaches to my nipples. I heard purple nurples were bad, but this was pain! Bruce opens the bag lunch pulling out PB&J, I was terrified as they would use my allergy to torture me. At this point I’m screaming at top of my lungs, a balled up pair of briefs is stuffed into my mouth, I was effectively gagged. I was standing in just my Lightning McQueen, Bruce lifts me up in the air by my briefs, he shoves me into one of the huge lockers. I hang hopelessly, I hang my head in defeat, “What are you gonna do with me?” Louis slams the door, “Well kid, you’ll hang until you turn 14 years old! Like the correct age of a freshman, so to make sure you never escape, I’ll smear peanut butter on the lock. With lock covered in what you’re allergic to, you’ll never get out. If you try to grab the lock, you’ll be exposed to you allergen! Have fun you little brat!” I grab my package, it was like it was they were being cut in half. Everyone begin to leave, Bruce and Louis walk out tossing my diary to the floor.

20 minutes have passed and my underwear was killing me, someone walks into locker room. It was the Junior listening to music, the Junior goes over grabbing my diary, dusting it off. He puts the diary on a bench, he walks to I believe is some sorta closet. I close my eyes as the pain tightens in my crotch, I hear a metal sound as locker slowly opens. I was saved, the Junior shoves his hand unhooking my briefs. He lowers me to the ground, throwing me a pair of tighty whities and my backpack. My bag all my content, except my pants or shorts. All the remains of my cartoon briefs were neatly folded in a bag. I toss out the Lightning McQueen underwear and slip on the briefs. The junior takes off his headphones,  looking at me, I was a mess. He began to speak to me, “That was rough kiddo, you must have lost 4 pairs of briefs! By the way I'm Francis! By the look of this we it says you are Nathaniel!” “Gee Thanks, I only lost 3! Also my name is Nathanael, what's so menacing of the name Francis?” Francis grabs the front of tighty whities pulling tremendous strength, one in which could rival Bruce. My Bladder bursts again, staining briefs. “I-I-I'm sorry please stop!” “I didn't want to hurt you kid but watch that mouth! I mean common! Change those briefs and I can help you out, I can get you to your next class.” He let's go of me as I change my soaked underwear and my soaked socks. “Hey, um excuse Francis, do you know where I can get a pair of shorts? Mine were stole-” Francis hands me my original brown cargo shorts, he also had a belt too. I smile back at him, realizing I may have a friend here. He heads out room leaving me in a pair of pikachu briefs with my shorts and a belt in my hand.

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