"I'm a bunny, Shawn." Chris said in a know it all fashion as he sat down in front of the older man.

It was then that Shawn did notice the bunny ears sticking out from Chris's headband. "Yes... but why..?"

"So I can train you to become a bunny." He said in a rather of fact manner as he slapped a 'Bunny in Training' sticker on Shawn's lapel. "So let's see what breaks hearts..." Chris lifted up Shawn's skirt and poked his head in. "Ooo..."

"Get your head out of there!" Shawn shouted and kicked Chris from out of his skirt. "I happen to be getting married in a few months! Bret would NOT be happy if he found him with another man's head up his skirt- Well, then again... Maybe he would...

"Yes get your head out of there, Chris." Another voice growled from the other side of the room. Edge stepped out from the shadows wearing a red vinyl cat suit with circular shapes cut out of the sides and the gaps held together by metal rings. Upon his head he wore bunny ears- Just like Chris. "I told you... I was going to fuck Shawn."

"Yeah Chris, don't you listen?!" Christian smirked as he too joined Edge's side. He too wore a very interesting get up- much like a playboy bunny. "I'm head bunny, if you could remember anything for more than ten seconds, you'd remember that."

Chris stood up and walked over to them in a huff. "I'm playing with Shawn- I had the crush on him first! AND I'm older."

Shawn looked over to the three blondes.. noting that Christian happened to have his long blonde hair back. That struck him as very, very strange... Considering he had JUST seen him not more than one day ago and he had short hair.

"Oh I don't think so, Jerky. You maybe older but we fought for this. And if you'd like to fight for this again, we'll fight again." Edge yanked down Chris's pleated skirt and bent the blonde over.

Christian walked to the front of him, tipping Chris's chin up. "Do a good job Chris and you can play with Shawn too."

"I AM NOT A TOY! AND IT'S NOT LIKE I CAN'T HEAR YOU THREE JOKERS EITHER! I'M THREE FREAKEN FEET AWAY!" Shawn growled loudly. Bastards. He thought bitterly as he started to try and wiggle his wrist out of the cuff.

"You don't have a choice!" The three shouted to the older blonde on the bed.

Christian turned away from Shawn and wiggled out of his leather shorts. "Do it Chris..." He whispered softly as he stroked Chris's blonde hair gently.

Chris nodded and obediently took Christian's length into his mouth. Edge sheathed himself completely inside the smaller blonde- making him whimper around Christian's shaft.

That's... kind of.... erotic... Shawn thought as he looked to three men just a few feet away.

Chris spread his legs a little, allowing Edge more access. He grabbed Christian's hips for better balance as he sucked the placid length into a rock hard erection.

"Oh god, oh Chris..." Edge moaned as thrusted hard into the little blonde. "Beautiful..." He dug his nails into Chris's fleshy ass drawing some blood from the moon shaped cuts. It didn't take much more before he was about ready to come. He

Chris deep throated Christian's length, taking his scrotum into his mouth as well. He gave one last longing suck before he felt Christian gushing in long thick jets. He swallowed every drop, milking the head for every drop Christian could give him.

Christian gave a shudder as he pulled from Chris's hot, wet mouth. "Baby... You are good."

Edge bit down on his bottom lip as he pummeled Chris- taking great care to hit his prostrate with each thrust. He reached around to grip Chris's erection, pumping the throbbing flesh along with his movements.

Chris howled loudly, comming all over Edge's hand. His whole body gave a jolt when he was filled with the taller blonde's hot seed. "Edge... Christian..."

Christian smiled pulled Chris up, putting his arms around his waist to steady him. "We can't stay mad at you, Chris..." He murmured as he stoked his hair.

Shawn groaned softly as he rubbed his beginning erection through the cotton material of his dress. This was almost too much for him...

"Yeah baby, you're too sweet." Edge grinned and kissed Chris's shoulders after pulling out of him. "This is nice... But duty calls." He turned to Shawn with a predatory look in his wolfish eyes, rubbing his hands together. "Shawn Michaels.. Boy what an honor..."

"Edge... Think about this..." Shawn begged as Edge got down on the bed. His ankles were grabbed, his legs spread, and then pulled over.

"I did- And I like it." He grinned ferally. "You're going to make a great bunny. Then we can play all of the time."

"Yeah Shawn... Won't that be fun?" Christian asked as he got behind Shawn, propping up the other man's head on his lap.

"It'll be like paradise... The master will be so happy..." Chris said and happily climbed on top of Shawn's chest.

"Be a good 'bunny-in-training' and give Chris some pleasure." Christian smirked and stroked Shawn's blonde hair, tangling it in his fingers.

Shawn moaned and nodded, taking Chris's sweet organ in his mouth. He felt Edge lifting his skirt up, along with his legs being pushed forward. Edge's length- still nice and hard- slipped inside his tight passage. He mewed around Chris, bucking upwards a little.

Unfortunately for the bunnies, and the bunny-in-training were suddenly stopped by the slam of the door. Edge, Christian, and Chris all scampered off the bed, leaving poor Shawn in hot and bothered state on the bed. Shawn looked up and instantly shoved his skirt down.

There was none other than the Undertaker, dressed in a long deep purple leather coat. He wore a wide brimmed hat with a card sticking out of it- which Shawn recognized as the symbol from the Mad Hatter... 10/6. Edge, Christian, and Chris were rubbing up against the Undertaker's long legs, nuzzling and practically purring. "Hello bunnies." He smiled reaching down to pat their heads lovingly.

"Hello master." They cooed, kissing his knuckles.

"Did you teach the bunny-in-training anything?"

"I HAVE A GOD DAMN NAME, YOU KNOW!" Shawn shouted helplessly.

They nodded looking up to him with shining eyes, ignoring Shawn.

"Good bunnies... I brought you a friend..." Undertaker smiled stepping aside to let Shannon Moore (dressed skimpily in a white feathery teddy) in. "He wanted to play."

The four blondes grinned to each other and scampered off.

Shawn look over to the Undertaker- backing up slowly. He wasn't stupid, you know. If he was a bunny-in-training, and Undertaker was the master, he put two and two together.

"Hello there Shawn." He whispered as he approached the blonde. "Did you enjoy your fun with the bunnies?"

"What are you going to do with me?" Shawn squeaked, not liking this one bit.

"I'm going to make you into a bunny, my dear. See you fit the bill for the perfect candidate. "Long blonde hair, pretty face, a little on the short side... Christian was the first, then his brother Edge, Shannon, and Chris... Now you. The prize of the WWE."

"Not if I can help it, Taker." Hunter growled as he leaned against the door frame. "Shawn is mine!"

Undertaker growled softly. "Wait for me, my dear." He said quickly claiming Shawn's lips in a kiss.

First Hunter.... Now Taker... And Hunter again. Shawn couldn't believe his horrible luck.

"Hunter, I must tell you. I am not pleased with this. ...Shawn... Was meant to be a bunny. You are not. Only bunnies can play with other bunnies."

"What makes you think I would EVER want to be a bunny, Taker?"

"You want Shawn, don't you?"

Hunter grumbled and gripped the handle of his whip. "I want Shawn. And I'm taking him..."

"You're going to have to get through me first." Undertaker warned spreading his arms.

"Fine... If that's how it has to be..." Hunter muttered as he tossed his leather trench coat to the ground. He shed his pants too, standing in front of the Undertaker with out shame.

"Proud man..." Taker grinned evilly as he toyed with a strand of Hunter's thick blonde hair. "Who likes toys as much as I do, I see..." He eyed the paddle and whips that were attached to Hunter's clothing on the floor. "Look at the fun things I can use on Shawn..."

"I'LL be using on Shawn." Hunter corrected as Taker backed him up to the wall.

"How about no one uses them on Shawn, and you let him go?" Shawn asked hopefully but was ignored.

Undertaker grabbed Hunter by the thighs and lifted him up to his waist. He leaned the blonde's back against the wall as he shoved himself up into Hunter- making the other hiss sharply. He slammed into Hunter with out any regard for the other's pleasure, being far more interested in the pain he could cause. Rivers of blood stained Hunter's skin as it flowed down his thighs and to the floor. Undertaker slid his hands over the crimson flow, making smeared bloody hand prints over the smooth flesh.

"Is that all you got?" Hunter growled and thrusted back on Taker's length.

"You like it rough, bitch?" Taker growled into Hunter's neck.

"Yes...." He hissed lowly and yanked down on Taker's long hair.

Shawn wondered if maybe he should just gnaw off his hand and escape. He kept at it, working off the silver cuff as the two big men kept at it. He slipped off the bed and onto the floor quietly. He heard the two men growl as they released- But Shawn had already crawled mostly out of the door by then.

"Don't you see, Taker...?" Hunter started as he grabbed Shawn by the ankle. He held the blonde up- Shawn quickly pulling down his skirt to prevent himself from being exposed to two men who wanted nothing more than to fuck him senseless. "He needs discipline. I'm a master... I can whip him into shape."

Undertaker looked thoughtful. "Hmm. I could use a partner... A dominatrix like you could come in handy- Especially when I want to unleash my more rough side on.. There's no need to damage my bunnies..."

"Mmhmm. As long as I can use Shawn. I'm only interested in him, you know."

"Very well... We have a deal then." Taker stuck out his hand and shook Hunter's. "But tonight belongs to me."

"Give me something then. I want to do the world to Shawn, but that can wait. If I get something to hold me over that is."

Taker nodded as he walked over to a drawer in the room. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and motioned toward the pole in the center of the room.

Hunter dropped Shawn to the floor, holding the squirming blonde face down with his knee. He caught Shawn's wrists holding them steady for Undertaker to cuff them around the pole. He looked up to the taller man and pointed toward Shawn's perfect ass. "Up on your knees for us, Shawn."

"When I get out of this, I swear..." Shawn growled as raised his ass up in the air. Like he had any other choice or say in the matter...

Undertaker slipped three fingers into Shawn's passage, working his prostrate. Hunter added his three more fingers, stretching Shawn to a very uncomfortable limit.

Shawn felt his legs weakening. Pain wracked his lower body- but it felt so good... He whimpered softly in the crook of his arm, getting satisfied looks from Hunter and Undertaker as they sped up the pace. "Fuck!" He howled loudly as he came.

The two big men removed their fingers from him, admiring how Shawn looked so helpless with his little dress pulled up around his waist.

"Ah, Shawn... So unwilling to be broken..." Taker smiled. "It's inspiring..." He uncuffed Shawn from the pole and picked him up. "But you will be a bunny, Shawn. My most prized possession..."

Shawn shivered as he was taken away from the room. He felt so ashamed of his body's response- but he couldn't help it- it was too unbelievable to not like. Did that make him a bad person to like being mastered? He wasn't sure...

Undertaker brought Shawn to a new bedroom, laying him down on a big bed. "Let's get rid of this stupid thing, shall we?" He asked as he unzipped Shawn's dress. He left the saddle shoes and white socks on.

"Undertaker- Mark... Don't do this... Can't we be friends? We can still have sex if we're friends, I promise..."

"Don't you get it, Shawn?" Taker asked as he kissed down Shawn's neck- placing a plain leather collar around him. "I want to own you. All of you. You will be my bunny- FOREVER."

-

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Shawn shouted as he sat up in bed. He panted heavily falling back against the pillows.

"Shawn baby, what's wrong?!" Bret asked as he gathered his hysterical lover into his arms.

"I had a bad dream- nightmare..."

Bret petted Shawn's pretty hair. "What was it about, baby?"

"I...I dreamt that everyone wanted to hurt me, Bret... Bitchoff and Nitro tried to use bondage on me, Hunter wanted to punish me- he SPANKED me, Bret... SPANKED me! And then Chris, Christian and Edge had a threesome, then they brought me into it-"

"Wait."

"What?" Shawn asked looking to his lover with wide blue eyes.

"Just imaging you in an orgy with three other blondes- keep going."

"..." Shawn rolled his eyes before continuing. "Anyway... Taker came in with Shannon, and told me he wanted to make me one of his slaves, but then Hunter came in too, and they started fucking... I tried to escape but stupid Hunter caught me and they finger raped me... Taker took me to a big room, guess he was gonna try to break me there but I woke up before the bastard-"

"Shawn- That's enough. It was just a dream, baby. A bad..." Erotic. "Horrible..." Arousing. "Dream. Now you relax okay? I have to go use the bathroom, but when I get back I'll give you a nice massage..."

Shawn smiled and kissed Bret happily. "Okay."

Bret quickly ran into the bathroom and locked the door. He shed his pajama pants and boxers- grabbing his slight erection tightly. The image of Christian, Edge, Chris and Shawn playing with each other got him aroused at an unbelievable rate. He imagined what they did to his little lover- maybe they had him give a blow job... Or had their way with him... Bret moaned softly as he squeezed his pulsating shaft. Maybe they did both at the same time- Oh that was hot picture... Shawn with a cock in his mouth and one in his ass. That brought him over the edge, coating his bare chest and stomach in sticky cum. Bret cleaned himself off, got dressed, and joined Shawn in the bedroom again.

~

That morning with Shawn attached to Bret's arm, they walked down to the cafe for breakfast. They sat down at a large table- waiting for a few other to join them for lunch.

"You feeling better?" Bret asked as he squeezed his lover's hand.

"Mmhmm." Shawn smiled and laid his head on his shoulder.

"That's my baby... Oh.. Hey guys."

Shawn picked up his head and gasped. There was Chris, Christian, Shannon, and Edge- all wearing bunny ears. "IT'S COMMING TRUE!!! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME BE A BUNNY!!" He shouted and ran away from the table- leaving behind just a cloud of dust.

"What's wrong with Shawn....?" Chris asked as he scratched his head. "Just because the prude didn't want to go to the Playboy mansion tour doesn't mean he gets the right to knock us for it."

"Maybe he wants a pair of the bunny ears that we got after the tour... Shoulda got him one." Christian frowned.

Bret remembered Shawn's dream from last night, feeling the blood race to his groin. "Oh. Um... Shawn... is afraid of bunnies. Your ears must have set off some deep childhood memory- Gotta go!" He said quickly before dashing off after Shawn.

"I say their both weirdos." Shannon said with a shrug.

Edge nodded. "Yeah, a perfect match if you ask me."

FIN

Story #3 coming soon... HOPEFULLY!