The Mascot

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After winning a particularly tough match, the Blazing Buccaneers and their team captain Clyde take their mascot Luca for a spin. Aside from plenty of steamy gay sex, the story features size difference, loads of cum, sweat and musk, and thorough domination of big lads on a slinky little ferret. I wish you a fun read, and I would love to hear your thoughts and comments.


Luca was a mascot, the first thing anyone thought of when thinking of the Blazing Buccaneers. The white ferret's drawn likeness, wearing a tricorn, a red and white scarf, and optionally an eye patch, emblazoned mugs, towels, banners, and every ticket for a match in their home stadium, while his real self adorned all official images of the team and numerous calendar pages in all imaginable poses. Beyond his appearance in fan articles, he also fostered the team's public perception with charity events, attended any of their games from kickoff to the final minute, and stood before reporters to face all their questions, but his job didn't end when there was no more camera around.

Behind the scenes, the slender ferret had his paw in most major press releases, and he helped maintain the morale of the team, gluing the Blazing Buccaneers together through thick and thin. He was there to talk after grave defeats, moderate if two members fell out with each other, and celebrate with them after landslide victories. And ever so often, his team fought a match that was an undecided struggle to the very end, minute after minute of relentless tension with overtime and penalty shootout, only to yield unparalleled relief when they prevailed and the last point fell in their favor. Those were the matches Luca looked forward to the most, and today was another such nailbiter, the Buccaneers competing with the best of the league while torrential rain turned the grass in the stadium into a mud pit.

Intense to the last second, a golden goal by the team's captain Clyde, a hulking, dark brown draft stallion, finally ended the struggle and brought the match to an end. The moment the referee blew the final whistle, Luca stormed onto the field in full gear, staffed out in Buccaneers-themed, red and white shirt, shorts, scarf, and shoes to meet the triumphant team, who were already swarmed by sports journalists taking pictures for the coming day's cover pages.

Barely a moment within Clyde's reach, the ferret already found himself in the captain's broad paws and got thrown high into the sky under the cheers of the team. Upon falling down, another pair of paws swiftly caught him and launched him up into the rain and the flashes of the cameras again, and again, and again while he squealed and laughed with joyful relief.

However, the moment in front of the cameras was merely a snippet of the complete celebration. Once the newspeople withdrew into the comfort of the heated, roofed pressroom, Luca slipped away from the team and dashed across the muddy pitch and the emptying stadium to the locker room. Being the first to arrive, he flicked on the lights and took a seat on the large, slatted wooden bench in the room's center, his tail flicking and waving as he impatiently waited for the rest of the team to show up.

The clopping of steel-shod hooves and heavy snorting announced the first of them, and seconds later, the team's captain appeared in the entrance. His dark mane was soaked from the rain, clinging tightly to his neck, and his wet, hanging tail left a trail of water on the floor as he trudged across the locker room. Still, he glowed with a triumphant smile, and his face beamed even brighter as he spotted the lithe male. "Oh, Luca, there you are! You've already made yourself comfortable?"

Luca nodded with a sly grin and licked his lips as he demonstratively stretched across the bench. "Great match! You really had to keep the tension high until the last second, didn't you?"

"Hell yeah! Gotta give our fans something for their money before we win," the captain laughed and slipped his paws under his drenched, sweaty jersey, pulling it over his head to reveal chiseled abs and bulging pecs. Tossing it aside, he sauntered over to the ferret. "Still, I'm damn happy we finally beat the Warriors. This calls for a celebration~"

"Absolutely. A big one, too, now that we're back on top of the league," Luca chirped, shaking with excitement as the hulking draft stallion bent over him and lifted him up just as he had done on the field.

This time, however, Clyde's touch was much more forceful as he grabbed the ferret's butt, tugging at his shirt with playful disapproval, "I can't help but notice that you're still in your jersey."

"Well, the locker room isn't particularly warm," the ferret admitted, fluttering his eyes with an abashed smile.

"Oh, that's all? I can help you with that," Clyde laughed and slipped a paw under Luca's shirt, pressing his hot palm against the ferret's belly. "I'll make sure you're warm and cozy in no time." The hulking stallion wrapped his fingers around the fabric and ripped it right off Luca's body, baring his furry white chest and belly as he disposed of the red and white shreds. "And you won't be needing this anymore either." Another swipe of the captain's paw relieved the mascot of his scarf, and the next went right inside his black shorts.

Luca gasped and wrapped his long, slender tail around Clyde's arm as he helped himself to a nice grope, squeezing his fuzzy nuts and his stiffening dick before he made short work of his pants, shredding them just as effortlessly as his jersey. Wrenching off his shoes, the stallion finally snorted and licked his lips in satisfaction, "There, much better." Then, he bent over Luca's crotch and pressed his soft, warm lips against his slender rosy cock, granting him a big, wet kiss while he sampled his aroma with flaring nostrils.

The ferret squeaked at the intimate caress, and he started to salivate as the stallion's scent blasted his nose, the heavy smell of mud blending with his partner's sweaty, masculine musk into an intoxicating concoction. Hooked and desperate for more, he bent forward and sank his pressed his face into Clyde's mane, deeply inhaling more of that delicious musk while the horse parted his lips and slipped out his long, thick tongue, dragging it all across his throbbing, leaking pecker to make him squirm and moan with pleasure.

The draft stallion's love was as powerful and dominant as his presence on the pitch, and his tongue left no spot of Luca's cock unattended, digging under his supple foreskin and coiling around his nuts until every inch glistened with spit. This was only the appetizer, though, and Clyde moved on to the main course with twice the vigor. Shoving his muzzle between the ferret's ass cheeks, he twirled his thick, eager muscle around his partner's tight pink pucker and loosened it up with passionate slurps.

Luca moaned and cried with bliss at the onslaught of licks, and he tossed back his head when Clyde finally thrust his tongue inside his ass and spread his affection all the way to his prostate, thrashing and squirming his prehensile muscle around with all his might. The intense surge of stimulation filled the mascot's vision with dazzling stars and sparkles, and he curled his toes and fingers around his partner's head, holding him close as he lost himself in the thrusts.

Distracted by the vigorous tongue-fuck, Luca barely noticed when the rest of the team trickled into the locker room, but he became all the more aware of their audience when their crude cheers and chatter reached his ears. A titillating shiver claimed him as he looked up and spotted the other players in various states of undress and arousal, bare chests, bulging muscles, and swollen cocks greeting him from all sides and angles while they watched him getting rimmed and ravaged by their captain.

The ferret hardly got to bask in the attention, though, as Clyde pulled his tongue out of his ass and dropped him onto the bench, towering over him with a naughty grin on his lips. "Time to put our cute mascot to good use, shall we?" he growled and yanked down his bulging shorts to reveal his giant, swollen horse cock to the hollering cheers of the team.

Luca gasped in awe and eagerly spread his legs as the draft stallion bent over him and slapped his fat, sweaty meat onto his belly, smothering his slender pink dick with its massive weight. Over a foot in size, the horse's giant schlong reached all the way to his ribs, and it was almost as thick as his thigh, leaking and oozing sticky pre across his chest and flooding his nostrils with an even more intense musk, one so rich with sweat and pheromones it made him whine like a bitch in heat. "Atta boy. Now give it a kiss before I bury it inside your snug ass~"

Obeying in a heartbeat, Luca wrapped his thighs around the stallion's log of a cock and guided it toward his lips, planting a chaste kiss onto the sweaty, pulsing tip to receive a fat squirt of pre all across his face, drenching his white furry cheeks and soaking his muzzle with his salty aroma. He reflexively licked the mess off his face and gulped it down with a savoring moan, only to immediately become hungry for seconds. Pressing his lips even harder against the throbbing tip, he slid his tongue down the male's urethra to drink the delicious nectar right from the tap.

Clyde had different plans for the team's mascot, however, and he pried the ferret off his cock with a hearty chuckle, "Alright, that's enough making out." Wrapping his paws around Luca's legs, he spread them even wider and lazily dragged his sweaty, pulsing horse schlong across the slinky male's belly, aligning it with his tight, spit-lubed sphincter. "Ready for a proper stuffing, Luca?"

Luca held his breath as the hulking stallion prodded his asshole, then he exhaled and relaxed as much as he could. After all, his tailhole was barely bigger than the captain's urethra, but that wouldn't dissuade the horny ferret, and he nodded with a coy, blushing smile, "Never been readier."

"You heard him, guys," Clyde nickered and immediately thrust forward.

Luca groaned as the draft stallion's fat glans pressed against his narrow pucker, the massive rod bending and flexing before it finally slipped in with a loud, wet pop and slammed right against his prostate, showering his brain with more stimulation than he could handle. It was only the beginning of the fun, though, and he burst into a girlish cry as the team's captain grabbed his chest and shoved the rest of his swollen cock meat up his ass with a heavy snort, straightening his guts and bulging his belly in one violent thrust.

"Fuck, you're tight," the stallion grunted and wrapped another paw around Luca's chest, silencing his little partner as his tip met his diaphragm and literally pushed all air from his lungs. He also didn't grant the ferret any time to recover from the initial insertion, immediately pulling back to loosen him up with slow, deep thrusts.

The stallion's languid pace was more than enough to overwhelm the ferret with pleasure, and he erupted into another slutty moan as the gargantuan rod plunged inside him like the piston of an engine, making him feel every bump and ridge on the glans, all those pulsing veins and that fat, throbbing medial ring as it stretched him wide open, over and over again. In and out, he felt so incredibly full one moment and so empty the next, his belly bulging and flattening in an endless cycle while his nerve ends fired without pause, his prostate lighting up like a Christmas tree.

As Luca lost himself in the storm of stimulation, he got all the more receptive to the sights and sounds around him. He heard the cheers and howls of the horny team, and he spotted some of them masturbating and making out to the show. Most of all, however, Clyde's heavy grunts and snorts filled his ears as he worked his tight ass, and with every thrust, the stallion's bloated, drooping sack slapped against his rear and his flared tip punched against his lungs, accentuating his moans and cries with breathless gasps while he stared at the hulking male above him in horny, mindless delight.

Clyde's shining, sweaty brown fur did nothing to conceal his powerful definition, the interplay of his bulging, flexing muscles being on unfettered display as he returned the ferret's gaze with a hungry leer and drooled on him with an open muzzle.

The stallion's bulky frame was soon blotted out by a second thick, throbbing schlong when James, a stocky ram from the defense team, moved up behind Luca and cupped his head with massive black paws, bending him back over to shove a pair of gargantuan nuts into his face. A thick, intoxicating musk washed around the mascot's nose, and without a second thought, he slipped out his tongue and started licking the bloated breeding orbs with wide, greedy strokes, slurping the sweat right off of them.

"Yeah, suck those nuts." James's deep, raspy voice boomed in Luca's ears as his sweaty paws roamed his chest, caressing his slender frame and pinching his small rosy nipples. "Best mascot ever."

Trapped between the two hulking males, the ferret squirmed and cried with joy at the praise as Clyde hammered his snug ass and James pinned him down with the weight of his swollen breeding orbs and his fat, leaking schlong, bathing his chest in globs of warm, sticky pre and soaking his muzzle with his musk and ball sweat.

Finally, the addictive flavor of the ram's sweaty, musky balls, and the indescribable stimulation from having a foot of swollen, veiny cock meat up his ass pushed the ferret mascot over the edge, and he erupted with a high-pitched scream. His brain exploded with bliss, his back arched up, and his anus clenched and tightened around the stallion's schlong in a frenzy, but that wouldn't slow the relentless rutting in the slightest. It only intensified the crushing pressure on Luca's prostate, his dick swinging and flailing around wildly as he blasted his wet, hot cream all over himself and painted his wet, pre-soaked chest with ropes of milky white.

"Pop goes the weasel! You really are a slut for big, fat cocks, aren't you?" Clyde nickered and grabbed Luca's tensing sack, squeezing it tightly while he battered his massive meat into the ferret's guts, draining him dry and launching him into even higher spheres of bliss.

Meanwhile, James took full advantage of the mascot's orgasmic howl of pleasure. Without hesitation, he pressed his flared tip against Luca's gaping muzzle and slammed his gargantuan fuckrod right down his throat, snuffing his cry and drawing a stunned gag from the little male as he bulged his slender neck. "Fuck, your throat's amazing."

Only halfway in yet, the ram was far from satisfied, though. He kept pushing with a heavy snort and bulging muscles until he had buried every last inch inside the squirming ferret, visibly distending his chest as well, and the next time the stallion rammed his rod into their tiny partner, their tips briefly touched in the middle, separated by just an inch.

Stuffed to the brim by two gargantuan fuck rods, Luca got no time to recover from his mind-crushing orgasm, and every thrust prolonged his climax while the snorting, huffing males used him like a cheap pocket pussy until his little dick was shooting blanks and his body had gone completely limp. His brain was too busy drowning in an unyielding storm of stimulation to notice any exhaustion or soreness, though, so he remained trapped in a state of perfect bliss beyond time and space.

Hence, the time to Clyde's orgasm felt like an endless eternity, but it still arrived far too soon as the hulking stallion slowed down after a few minutes of ruthless rutting. "Fuck, I'm about to blow. Get ready, boy!" he snarled, his huge, veiny horse cock flaring up and plugging Luca's guts in preparation for a huge load as he slammed it balls-deep inside him one last time.

"Oh yeah, me too," James growled and followed suit seconds later, burying his flaring cock all the way to the sheath. "Time to feed our mascot."

The flaring, fluttering tips of the ram and the draft stallion once again kissed through Luca's guts as their cocks started to pulse and tense violently. Their gargantuan breeding orbs began to clench and churn, and finally, their cum veins widened and bulged with their fat, sloshing loads. Clyde's urethra opened up first, blasting a thick rope of cum deep inside the ferret and filling his guts with wet, sticky heat, only for James to follow suit a second later, coating and stuffing his empty stomach with the first ounce of many more to come.

The intensity and sheer size of his partners' orgasms made the ferret cum even harder, tears of ecstasy streaming over his cheeks as he squirmed and tensed in mindless joy. Yet he could move less than ever as the grunting, nutting males kept him in a vice grip, dumping rope after rope, ounce after ounce of their thick, hot semen into his guts. With his muzzle and ass plugged by their giant pair of cocks, not a single drop could escape, and their orgasms were still far from finished as no more space was left inside him, inflating him beyond capacity and ballooning his belly into a round, sloshing bump of cum.

The rising pressure in Luca's guts soon turned into another layer of stimulation on top of the storm raging in his brain, exacerbating his bliss and prolonging his orgasm for another seemingly endless minute before the output of his partners finally ebbed, their flared tips deflated, and they pulled out their fat, glistening rods with a sloppy slurp and wet pop each.

However, while the mind-crushing high eventually released the ferret's brain from its hold, little clarity would return. Almost immediately, his lust-fogged brain filled with new horny thoughts and fantasies as his every breath still brimmed with the musk of a dozen big, sweaty males, the aroma of sweaty cock and balls still lay heavy on his taste buds, and his belly was stuffed to the brim with hot, sloshing semen, round and bloated like a balloon.

"Good job. Our team couldn't have a better mascot," the draft stallion nickered, pursuing his praise with a slap against Luca's swollen belly to make the creamy stuffing slosh and wobble. Then, he walked next to him and smacked his soaked, veiny horsecock across his face, flushing his muzzle with the heavy, addicting taste of stallion seed and his own ass.

Luca's lips widened with a dopey grin and he rewarded Clyde's assertiveness with a kiss and a long, wide lick across his swollen rod, moaning and trembling with horny glee as he swallowed the muzzleful of sweat and cum.

Not a moment after the stallion pulled away with a pleased grunt, James followed the example and dropped his glistening, steaming rod onto the ferret's face, claiming his reward for the thorough face-fuck before he walked away and left him lying on the bench, heaving and gasping for breath with one hand on his stuffed, swollen midriff.

The ferret wouldn't remain alone for long, though. While his gaze wandered over the rest of the team, watching them mate and masturbate in the mindless orgy that he and Clyde had started, a pair of big, sweaty paws reached for his waist and picked him up with effortless ease. He briefly got to see the face of Kent, a bulky bull with twisted horns who played defense with James, before the male lifted him above his swollen, throbbing cock and forced him down with a happy snort, claiming his ass with indomitable strength.

While the bull pumped Luca up and down his dick like a toy, using him just like the two males before him, a deer from the offense stepped in front of him and unceremoniously shoved his long, slender penis down his gaping muzzle, pounding his face in a rapid rut.

Before too long, the ferret lost himself in another rush of pleasure, cumming again and again as he served two more members of the team. The Blazing Buccaneers had prevailed and he was their trophy, not just their mascot but their communal fuck toy, and the celebrations wouldn't end before every member had nutted inside him. Even more so after topping the leaderboard through a narrow, hard-earned victory like today, and Luca doubted that he would get any sleep this night as the team bred him until he looked like he had gotten knocked up by all of them. But this was what he loved and what he lived for. This was why he never wanted to work as anything other than the mascot of the Blazing Buccaneers.

The Salazzle's Kiss

Soaked to the bone and tired from a rude awakening, a lone braixen stumbled through the pitch-black forest, among leafless trees and deep, muddy soil. Torrential rain had struck the woods by surprise, and softened the ground to the point they had...

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