The Unforgiving Job of a Mascot Pt. 1

Michael sat in the locker room alone recounting his perforce, everything he was planning to do three times over. He felt overwhelmingly nervous as anxiety began to set in but today was the day for the college's mascot tryouts. Michael first saw the mascot when he was in middle school and adored the role of watching them perform backflips, splits, and making the crowd enthusiastic about their team. He spent some time on the middle school cheerleading squad but was still afraid that he wasn’t going to be good enough to make the role. Building up what little courage he had he stepped out of the locker room when his name was called and stood in front of a panel of cheerleaders, student reps, and some varsity football players. Introducing himself he asked when he was allowed to begin. His throat felt thick and swollen as he felt he could faint at any moment but once the music began it was as if Michael was a brand new person. He began his performance full of spins, flips, and kicks trying his hardest to impress the judges before him. After he had finished he saw that everyone was greatly impressed with his skills all but the two varsity football players who were whispering to each other and snickering looking at Michael deviously.


After he was dismissed he waited anxiously to see the results of the mascot tryout and soon learned he was runner up, feeling his heart drop, Michael was devastated. He had given everything he had and it wasn’t enough. Staring in disbelief he examined the posting several more times to make sure he wasn’t reading it wrong when someone tapped his shoulder, turning to see who it was he saw it was the captain of the cheerleaders. She mentioned that he was the most impressive performer out of anyone they’ve seen in years and were sorry that he didn’t get the role. Although there was good news among the bad. Even though Michael came in second the first pick performer refused the position and told the captain of the cheerleaders that Michael deserved it much more than he did. Feeling his heart swell with glee he could barely contain his excitement producing a wide smile and saying that he would be honored.


Being brought down to the gym some days later he was introduced to the mascot costume he would wear and be tasked with maintaining. It was a white costume with large, long horns, a large yellow tee-shirt, and yellow and blue sweat shorts. Being left alone Michael put the costume on and wearing it for the first time it felt like it fit like a glove. It was so comfortable it was as if it was a second skin to him. Proudly wearing the mantle of his college’s mascot he practiced week in and week out until the beginning of the season and every Sunday he would put on the costume and give his heart to the character playing him better than anyone else could. Everything was perfect for Michael.


A few weeks into the season it was a nice cool night as Michael was returning to the locker room to freshen up for the second half of the game, he was too distracted by the crowd of onlookers playing his character to realize he was being tailed by two large figures. Once he made his way into the locker room he sighed with a big smile on his face beneath the head. Going through his duffle bag not taking off the costume for a second something grabbed his arms as he was shoved against the lockers. With limited visibility and even more limited auditory sensory a low voice said to sit still and not make this harder than it needs to be. Fearing he was getting robbed he stood there motionless but his legs quivered as he heard the two voices begin to discuss something. Unable to make out the entire conversation he heard one of them utter, let's humiliate him as we planned. Confused and scared he attempted to break free but was easily overpowered and continuously pinned to the lockers. Hearing a low cruel snicker he felt the shorts of the mascot costume be pulled open as a hand was shoved in there searching for something. Confused and scared many things rushed through his mind as he was now more scared than ever but once he felt the hand grip his underwear he knew exactly what was going to happen. Unbenoused to anyone, Michael, in his private time, had secretly been dressing up in girly outfits and wearing cute girly panties liking how feminine and cute he was. Unable to sputter out pleas for freedom one of the figures yanked on his pink unicorn panties as they shot out of the Mascots blue gym shorts up its back. Michael squealed in pain as he was being given an agonizing wedgie as yank after yank was given. Gritting his teeth he heard the two figures laugh in absolute amusement. He heard one of them say that this will make good blackmail as the yanking continued. Feeling his ass was on fire, he couldn’t help but stick his rear out only making it easier for one of the figures to pull even harder. Turning his head towards them he heard one say that they couldn’t believe that they were giving Billy the Goat a much-deserved wedgie. Crying out in agony his once comfortable panties were yanked up to his head and hooked onto the horns of the costume being surprisingly sturdy. Falling to his knees Michael whimpered in pain holding his crotch thinking that it was over. Distracted by the pain with his rear in the air he felt the gym shorts off the costume pulled down to his knees revealing quite a fluffy white rear seemingly intentionally made that way to puff up to the butt. Laughing in amusement the figures talked to each other as he heard the jingle of a belt echo. His heart stopped, paralyzed with fear he could only think of one thing that could come from this and it was exactly what he expected. Feeling a painful sting on his “exposed” ass the figures began to relentlessly whip the poor goats rear as Michael cried out for them to stop but to no avail. For minutes this painful torture continued until Michael was whimpering and crying quite loudly. One of the figures grabbed his horn as yanked on his head talking directly in his ear. The figure said that the goat should listen well and that they enjoyed torturing him so much they might do this every Sunday. The figure continued that if he told anyone what happened here they’d personally come to his house and make him regret opening his fat cervine lips. Michael nodded not wanting to be tortured and humiliated any longer. Making sure their message was heard the figure delivered a swift but powerful kick to the goat's crotch as Michael could make a sound as he clutched his balls in agony, choking on air. Falling to his side he finally got a clear look at who his tormentors were. It was the varsity football players that judged his tryouts. Filled with agony, fear, and humiliation he knew the exact situation he was in. He was those two bullies new plaything. Laying there rolling in pain with his ass on fire, he nuts swollen in pain and his pride ruined he knew from then on he would not be able to do anything to stop his tormentor from using him as they pleased. He knew he could do nothing to stop it.