DeepWaters

Being waxed and caged on the same day is a powerful one two punch that can help even the most reluctant fag start its journey. It worked well for this one. He was all no, no, no and now he’s looking at some of the different poses he needs to learn, as well as the hand signals Master will use so he knows what to do when.

It usually takes a while for a follow-up, but as the latest mascot has been receiving so much positive attention, it would be wrong to dim an ignited flame...

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As you looked at the new mascot from the field, the very thought of being so… exposed sent a thrill down your spine. Instructive thoughts within you kept wakening fantasies you had kept long hidden beneath the surface. Determined, you devised a plan to get closer... and maybe - just maybe - there was a spare ‘uniform’ (if you could even call it a uniform) you could try on for size.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you snuck into the other side of the changing room and spotted some of the random sports kit left in the open lockers from your fellow team mates. Well worn and scuffed socks, base layers that were soaked in sweat... even a few jockstraps lying around for the taking, but still: nothing from the mascot. Feeling disheartened, you kept searching high and low until far after everyone should have left the premises.

Finally, as you opened the last open door at the end of the row, a somewhat familiar-looking blue mask appeared - contrasting against the bright red lockers of the team. Your pulse quickened. You felt your heart in your throat. Was it really all worth it?

Instinctively pulling it over your head, you felt the snug neoprene pressed against your temple. The inside felt far different to the helmets you’d usually wear on the field, and almost like it left an imprint of its original owner against yours. As the sensation started to settle into place, an intoxicating rush surged through you. For the first time since showering, you felt the cool air rush against your exposed muscular arms, sending a shiver through you and awakening every nerve. Perhaps the trance was broken... or a new one had begun?

“What are you still doing in here, pup?”

Just then, the door swung open. Coach stepped in, his eyes widening as he took in the sight before him. A smirk spread across his face as his gaze lingered on your muscular form, recognising it well.

“Well, well, well. Looks like you’ve decided to take on a different role for the team for the upcoming tour. Is that right?”

Your heart raced as you flexed your newly defined muscles in response to the low and teasing tone of his voice - mimicing the other Mascot's moves one-for-one.

You felt the tight fabric of the mask continue to hug and compress your head as your physique beneath bulged in the thrill of being watched. It was almost as if the mask knew just what signals to send to your body...

“I even have the perfect uniform in mind for a Pup of your... skillset. You're going to be the envy of every team on the tour!"

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Photo credit: linktr.ee/pupbuday and FS Man Gear