Becoming the Girls' Soccer Team Mascot

I was relatively new at my college when I decided to become the mascot of the girls' soccer team, the 'Rivendale Mares'. Well, *decided* may not be that accurate. Much rather, I was *convinced*, if not *bullied* into agreeing. However, I never really came to regret it. The perks of my famous position were beyond doubt, no matter how wild and reckless the girls could be.

It all started when I took a student's job as the janitor's assistant. A lot of work was to be done around the sports court, and I happily agreed to take care of everything around there. Watching the various sports classes during work was a welcome change from hanging out around the classrooms all the time.

On this auspicious day, I was tasked with replacing the nets of the soccer goals. It was during the training lesson of our notorious *Rivendale Mares*, but the girls were currently scattered around the court, training passes in small groups of three or four. I quickly began detaching the old net from the small hooks at the back of the goal.

Suddenly, I heard the closest group of three girls chatter in a suppressed tone, which quickly escalated to giggle. I looked down in their direction and met their stares for a split second, before they turned away and continued their practice. For a moment, I blushed, given how obviously they had talked about me.

On the other hand, I somewhat craved their attention. Despite my rather tall and athletic body, I had never gotten lucky with the girls at my high school. I had really hoped for that to change in college. For a few seemingly endless moments, I glanced at the cuties in their matching tight soccer outfits in awe, peeling off their shorts and jerseys in my imagination. They really had stunning physiques, with strong legs, and beautiful tits - their size often made it hard to believe that they were in the confinement of tight sports-bras. Somehow, I had always been especially fond of soccer girls.

When I noticed my cock inflating, I quickly averted my eyes and continued detaching the net above my head. Since I needed both hands for this task, I just hoped that my half-boner was not too visible. To be sure, I quickly reached into the right pocket of my shorts and placed my cock against my right pelvis, somewhat tugging it in. Just in that moment, the blonde girl of the closest group turned back and grinned at me.

*Fuck* I thought, and continued my task while the heat spread in my face. The hotties hadn't even talked to me, but I was already making a fool of myself. Grinding my teeth in anger, I had my eyes pinned on the little hooks as my trembling hands addressed hook after hook.

The sudden, loud *bang* usually would've caught my attention. It was a lot louder than all the regular passes that were audible across the field. Also, it was close. But I had my mind set on not staring at the girls, and was rather preoccupied with calming down enough for my boner to disappear.

A second or so later, it hit me in the groin like a cannon ball. Admittedly, the shot was incredible. Like a heat-seeking missile, the soccer ball caught me right in between my half-erect cock and my slightly spread thighs, bouncing back to where in came from. After a brutal second of shock and disbelief, I got to experience what true agony felt like.

From one second to another, my testicles shook my world just as the ball had shaken theirs. With a high-pitched shriek, I clutched my groin with both hands, fell onto the grass face-first and laid there flat on my stomach. Nausea and a defeating sting crept up my abdomen, while the center of my male pride was subdued by a wave of pain that seemed to build up to infinity.

But the worst part was the giggle, distant, cruel and humiliating beyond imagination. It took me a moment to realize, that the noise of balls being passed had disappeared all together. I didn't even have to glance up to understand that I had the full attention of the girls' soccer team in that moment. Suddenly, I felt hands on my back and voices that failed to be comforting due to the occasional chuckles that interrupted them.

"Oh gooosh... are you okay?"

"What happened? Did it hit you in the *balls*?"

The word 'balls' elicited another round of giggle. I let out a pathetic grunt of complaint, but I was way too much in pain to actually mouth words. Pressing my face into the soft grass, I just wished to sink into the ground and away from the cuties that had their mind set on the vulnerability of my genitals.

"Yeah, that was *balls'-eye*."

"Oh wow... does it hurt?"

I grunted again. Had I been able to, I would've said something sarcastic. Thankfully one of the other two girls took care of that.

"Nah, he just loved it so much that he gotta hide his boner from us."

To my own surprise, she wasn't fully wrong. My cock pressed against my right wrist was actually still quite hard.

"Do you think he can still have sex?"

"I guess? But for sure, he'll think about us, the next time he cums."

"Ohh..."

The girl who had been a bit more on the worrying side finally giggled as unrestrained as the other two. I would've loved to look up at them and match them with their voices, but the relentless waves of pain and despair left me completely incapacitated - as did the girls' playful mocking. Never before had I felt so inferior as a guy.

"What's going on here?" I recognized the voice of the coach. Mrs. Harris was rather young for a teacher, in her early thirties. Due to her small statue and young, pretty face, she was somewhat indistinguishable from her soccer students. I actually liked her. The fact that she found me in this position made the whole situation a lot worse.

"Ball to the balls..." one of the girls shortly said in a mocking tone.

"*Ouch...*" Mrs. Harris exclaimed in a mix of empathy and joke. "Do you need to see the nurse?"

My forehead still on the ground, I lightly shook my head. I've had way too much female attention for my aching testicles up to this point, I really didn't need any more of it.

"At least let me check if they're intact. Groin shots in soccer can be rough."

Before I was able to process what she had just said, I felt her hand coming up in between my thighs and slipping into the pant leg of my shorts and boxers. A moment later, her fingers skillfully wound my bare testicles from the confined space of my palms.

When her cold hand enclosed my aching pair, an intense, involuntary rush of shock and primal fear took hold of me. Panicking, I rolled from my stomach to the side and gasped. Since the coach already had a secure hold of my balls, all I could do was leave my top leg pulled up to the side to avoid any painful tugging, and stare at her like a deer in the headlights. The woman was on one knee in between my feet, her arm stretched out all the way into my shorts.

The three girls who had put me in this position stood around me and stared down at what was happening, in absolute disbelief. Only the blonde girl had her hand in front of her mouth, while the other two just gawked with their mouths open in astonishment.

"Oowwwww..." I moaned when Mrs. Harris gave my bare testicles a light squeeze to check their stability. The smile on her face, framed by the smooth dark hair, was burned into my memory. I swear that there was more than a hint of joy from her *medical examination*.

"All good, downtown." she smiled a bit more reassuring and pulled out her hand as suddenly as she had slipped it in. Before I got to cup my aching balls again, she gave them a single, light tap, as if she tried to comfort them. Needless to say, it stung. Defeated, I clutched my nuts with both hands and rolled into a tight, pathetic ball on my side.

"Okay girls, back to training!" Mrs Harris clapped her hands a single time and walked away as if nothing had happened. In the corner of my eyes, I watched the three girls exchange stunned looks, before they finally began moving away and back onto the field. Their poorly suppressed, almost hysteric chatter was a clear reminder that at least every girl in the team was about to learn about how their coach had grabbed me by the balls.

 

It didn't take long until the events from the morning soccer practice caught up with me. After classes, I placed my stuff into my locker. Although half a day had passed, I still had an ache in my balls that constantly reminded me of that brutal, unsuspecting impact and everything that had followed.

Absent-minded, I didn't even notice the three girls from earlier. Only when I closed my locker and turned around, I nearly bumped into the tall blonde who stood right behind me. The instant I faced her, I received a very accurate sack-tap that made me bent over and nearly plunge into her impressive cleavage with my face.

"Ouugghhh... Fuck..." I cursed when the familiar pain re-emerged my groin.

"Hey again! Did you miss us?" the blonde purred in a rather seductive tone, only to blast out in laughter a moment later. Her friends stood very at either side of me, boxing me in against the locker in my back. "Did you enjoy Mrs. Harris' hand-job, by the way?"

"Girls, please..." I begged submissively. I had never imagined to be that scared of some girls almost a head smaller than me. "My balls still hurt. Please, just leave me alone."

"Ohhhh... relax!" the smallest girl with dark, curly hair to my right smiled reassuringly. She was more of the fast, agile type, in contrast to her more muscular friends. Also, I noticed her voice as the one who had been a bit more concerned earlier. "We just wanted to ask if you wanna hang out with us at the lake."

I looked at her, confused, unsure what to make of it. It was weird to stand in between the three while cupping my groin, but they were so close that I was just too scared to leave my weak spot unprotected. Also, I was worried that any motion would result in me touching their protruding tits.

"I... ehh... I didn't bring my swimsuit."

"No worries. We can get you one before we leave." The blonde said, rather seriously and inviting. "I'm Sally by the way. This is Lea and Elaine."

Lea was the smallest girl to my right, Elaine had black, silky hair and dark, sexy makeup. Elaine looked a bit unpredictable, and I combined that she had made the most sarcastic comments earlier. Either way, all three of them were exceptionally pretty.

"I'm Tim." I shortly said, still torn by their offer. After getting nailed in the balls and humiliated in front of the whole soccer team, all I wanted was go home and distract myself. However, wasting the chance for an afternoon at the lake with these hotties was something I was going to regret for a long time. Hesitantly, I nodded.

"Great!" Sally cheered. "Let's meet at the parking lot in 20 minutes! We'll score you a swimsuit."

With that, the three girls left, not without giving me an excited, warm smile. I was so confused. Also, I couldn't help but wonder, which poor dude was going to lose his swimsuit to the brats.

We met as agreed and drove to one of the lakes nearby in Sally's car. On the way, I relaxed more and more. None of the girls addressed what had previously happened, merely some nice small-talk and getting to know each other a bit more. It secretly bothered me, not to know what they actually wanted. Why did they seem to like me after *that* incident? Also, I would've loved to know, who of them had actually shot the ball into my balls so accurately. Obviously, I didn't find the words to ask.

We drove to a small parking lot in the middle of nowhere and continued on foot in the forest. After almost an hour in total, we reached a small wooden pier at the lake. On the opposite side of the lake, far in the distance, I made out the small artificial beach that was full of people. We, however, were all alone. It was an amazing spot.

"Here you go." Elaine handed me a towel and the promised swimsuit with a wink. Under the curious eyes of the three girls who settled on the pier, I used the towel to decently change into the swimsuit. The swimsuit was skin-tight and at least two sizes too small. When I removed the towel, I realized that the outline of my package was as visible as it could possibly be. I blushed and quickly turned away towards the water.

"Amazing view, isn't it?" Lea said, followed by naughty giggle of the three hotties. "Tim, get in, we gotta change, too."

Happily, I obliged. The refreshment was more than welcome after the long walk in the late summer heat. After jumping in and swimming a few strokes, my mind orbited around the fact that the three hotties behind me were at various stages of nudity now.

It was a real challenge not to turn around and catch a glimpse. On the other hand, I was still intimidated, if not afraid of them in a way that I wouldn't risk the potential punishment. Before the temptation got too strong, I heard three consecutive splashes and finally turned around.

Just when I laid eyes on the distorted, but empty water surface, Sally shot up right in front of me and instantly pushed me under the water, laughing. I stretched out my hands and pushed her away to get back up. Suddenly, I felt something touching the inside of my knee. An instant later, I received another sack-tap. Gasping, I came to the surface and cupped my aching balls.

"Ohh my balls... you brats!" I cursed to Sally who was still laughing. None of the other girls was visible. The fact that they were somewhere below me, was more scary than I'd like to admit. When Lea popped up a few feet to my left, Sally dove under.

Out of nowhere, I felt my ankle being grabbed, and I was pulled under again. In the attempt to shake the grip and get back up, I let go of my groin with both hands. In the moment, I opened up, Sally appeared in front of me and rammed her knee into my groin. It was rather soft and playful, but more than enough to elicit a bubbly moan. I should've known better than joining these naughty bitches, I thought.

When I felt a gush of water from Sally trying to escape, I decided to fight back. After all, being a Spoilsport and swimming to the pier to cry and complain was not how I wanted to present myself. Reaching out, I got hold of Sally's ankle and yanked her back to me. When I slung my arms around her and pressed my body against her back, my heart skipped a beat or two in surprise.

The girl was fully nude! I instantly froze, her bare right tit in my left hand, and the sensation of her nude butt against my groin. From one moment to another, all the regrets and prejudices to this *play-date* disappeared and gave way to absolute bliss and joy. Sally instantly exploited the moment of distraction and pulled her heel up in between my legs.

Given our struggle, it didn't properly connect but rather hit me just behind my nuts that laid trapped in the tight swimsuit. However, the fear of her heel landing a solid blow finally made me push her away and get back to the surface to breathe.

In the second I filled my lungs with fresh air, Elaine grabbed my arms from behind and locked them in behind my back. For an instant, I tried to fight back, but it was too late. Also, I felt her large, naked tits and hard, pointy nipples pressed against my back. Down below, my left hand softly touched the smooth skin in between her actively treading legs. An excited shiver went through my body. Needless to say, I was rock hard at this point, my boner nearly ripping through the tight, elastic swimsuit.

"Got him!" Elaine exclaimed triumphantly, when Sally and Lea came up in front of me. Lea shot up so fast that I got a short glimpse at her amazing boobs, dripping with water. My heart raced, when the two nude hotties closed in on me. Sally's previous knee thrust still left a throbbing sensation, but at this point, it was overruled by the demanding tickle in my erection.

Since the water obstructed the view, I had no idea what was coming. Out of nowhere, a small, curious hand enclosed my balls and softly squeezed them around a bit. Then, it moved up and tickled my dick all the way from the shaft to the tip.

"Oooowwww... oouuuhhhhh..." I moaned somewhere between pain and bliss, my eyes twisting to the back of my head.

"Mrs. Harris is right!" Lea grinned. "He *is* packed like a horse."

The moment, Lea's hand disappeared, it was Sally's turn. Without hesitation, she lifted the waistband of my trunks and slipped both hands in. I nearly came when she roughly grabbed my balls with one and my rock hard cock with the other.

"Ohh... amazing!" she purred. Then, she suddenly pulled me closer by my junk, our bodies driving into each other's. Stuck in between two nude hotties, one of them having both hands inside my pants, I was on cloud nine. "I think, he's suitable."

"Wha... oooooohhhhhh... what fo... mmmmhhhhh..." I tried to express myself while being overwhelmed by the sensations. It was actually crazy how well the intense pain in my testicles complemented the blissful stir in my cock. The fact that my hand constantly touched Elaine's smooth, hairless crotch under the water made it even more overwhelming.

"I agree." Lea said, ignoring my attempt of a question.

"Fine for me." Elaine agreed.

"Perfect." Sally smiled and gave my cock and balls another squeeze that nearly pushed me over the edge. "Tim, would you like to be our *Rivendale Stallion*?"

"Wha... ahhhhhhh...." I had fully lost control over my body. Suddenly, Sally let go of my junk, pulled the waistband down over it and let it snap right against my balls that had retracted against my body from the cool water. I gasped in pain. Then, she swung her legs around my waist and arms around my neck, and pulled herself up until her large, perky tits were right at the level of my face. The additional weight nearly pushed me under, but Elaine's forceful treading kept my face just at the surface.

While Sally looked down at me past her boobs, Lea sucked in as much air as possible, and dove under. Before I knew what was going on, she was in between my legs, fully exposed my package and began sucking my balls and shaft. I couldn't believe that a soccer ball to the nuts had finally placed me in this position.

"I don't need to tell you about the... *perks* that you'd have as our mascot, do I?" Sally continued with a grin somewhere between naughty and strict. I weakly shook my head. "So? Can we count on you?"

I have no idea how she managed to communicate with the girl under the water, but suddenly, Lea had both hands around my nuts and began squeezing - much harder as previously.

"Aahhhhh... OOOHHHHH... MY BALLS..." I howled, as I was taken back into a world of male inferiority and pain while Lea's fingers dug into my man-meat. Submissively, I nodded, accepting my new position.

"Very well!" Sally purred approvingly, and suddenly buried my face in her amazing tits. I felt her calf move against my hip as she was wiggling her foot. In the next moment, the pressure on my nuts was released and Lea began sucking the tip of my cock with such amazing skill.

Stuck, fully helpless in between the three nude hotties, it didn't take long until I cummed. Lea didn't even have to come up to catch a breath. The orgasm came so suddenly and violently, I would've roared my bliss all across the massive lake, had my face not been buried in Sally's large tits. However, my introduction to being the "Rivendale Stallion" was merely a taste of what was going to await me at my time in college.

 

Of course, a mascot requires a costume. My costume was rather simple and effective. The center piece was a large rubber horse mask. Anything else was a muscle shirt and a skin-tight shorts that displayed my package as proudly as the swimsuit, the girls had gotten for me. It was stupid. But all the girls loved it.

The mask was not only very hot and oppressive inside, but it also significantly limited my vision. Consequently, I was sack-tapped a lot around the girls when I was wearing it, but I never knew, who actually did it. I swear that even Mrs. Harris didn't abstain from delivering an occasional slap.

I had to admit, that the way my package was outlined in the shorts, it must have been very inviting for the girls at any time. As cruel as it was - as mentioned - the perks I enjoyed made it all worthwhile. If the girls lost, I was the first one to suffer from their disappointment, but if they won, I was up for a ride that went on for at least a week.

The first large tournament match against another team, I was a bit lost. It was one thing to hang around during the practice and the smaller games at the weekends. But being in the town's larger stadium, I instantly ended up somewhere I wasn't supposed to be. Without the mask, it would've been much easier, but to be honest, I enjoyed the anonymity it granted me.

Finally, I found the locker room. Most players were already on the field, but I could hear voices inside, so I figured that some substitutes came a bit late. Without knocking, I opened the door and stepped in. None of the girls usually cared if I was there.

Unfortunately, it was rather difficult to actually catch a glimpse of something interesting through the small mouth of the horse that I represented. But once in a while, I got lucky. The anticipation of being around my girls already got me a bit hard.

"Ohh what do we have here?" I heard an unfamiliar voice to my right. Shocked, I turned to the side and a naked girl came into my tiny field of vision, standing in the door to the shower. Carefully lifting my head, I looked at a cute redhead who I had never seen before. My heart raced.

"I... ehh... sorry... wrong door." I stammered. This probably meant trouble.

"Fucking pervert." a girl somewhere to my left said. "Let's teach this idiot what a great idea it is, to spy on girls who spend every afternoon kicking balls."

Before I managed to look to the left, I received a brutal side-kick right that came in from my front. Usually, my balls would've swung back between my legs, but the tight shorts kept them pinned against my pelvis. Absorbing the full blow, I was instantly down on my knees.

"AAAHHHRRGGHHHH..." I cried out, the bright scream echoing inside the rubber mask. The rush of agony and nausea was brutal. Never did any of my girls bust me that hard on purpose.

Before I was able to fall over into fetal position to cover my groin, four hands grabbed my arms and shoulders and yanked me back up.

"Wait... isn't that... the Rivendale Stallion?!" the redhead in front of me noticed in a dangrous, triumphant tone.

"Who?"

"The Rivendale Mares' new pet. Dumb-ass probably just got into the wrong locker room."

"Yesss...." I nodded, hoping that they'd forgive me for stumbling into their locker room. The waves of pain in my groin made it difficult to articulate. "I'm... I'm sorry..."

"Too bad." the redhead shrugged sarcastically. Horizontally, she fitted right into my field of view, but since it was so narrow vertically, I could only see either her face, tits or pussy. Despite my desperate situation, I couldn't help but get a good look at everything. She was really sexy! And she didn't seem to care about me looking at her nude, curved and busty body.

"Oh yeah, enjoy it as long as you can." the girl laughed as if she had read my thoughts. "How does *Rivendale Gelding* sound to you, hum? Let's see how well your girls will play then."

The girls that held me up laughed in unison, while the redhead turned slightly to the side. I moved my field of vision down past her tits and crotch, to watch as she pulled back her bare, long leg after calmly taking aim.

"Nooooo.... pleeeaaasseee..." I begged, not *actually* sure if the girl was just joking. Helplessly, I could only watch as her foot accelerated and perfectly connected with my trapped testicles. The pain exploding like a nuke was beyond imagination.

"OOOOWWWUUUHHH... AAHHHHRRGGH..." I howled out again, but the redhead only laughed at my cries of agony.

"He's got a nice package, tho." she said while watching me tremble and wince, unable to escape the other girls. "Maybe we should get ourselves a mascot, too."

"Great idea!" the girl to my left chuckled and reached down to grab and squeeze my junk curiously. Suddenly, she grabbed my shorts and pulled them down. With a bounce, my half-erect cock jumped out and I was left fully exposed at the cruel redhead's mercy.

A moment later, I felt the top of her foot at the bottom of my balls, lifting them up a bit. Then she pulled back to deliver the next kick. I let out a pathetic whine and lifted my head, unable to watch her foot accelerate towards my exposed sexual organs again. All it achieved was that I watched her boobs bounce tauntingly, as her foot was launched into my nuts.

"OOOUUUWWWW...." I cried out, much weaker as before. Suddenly, I saw red dots dancing in front of my field of vision. One more kick, and I was going to pass out from the pain. It actually felt like a relief. Just when the nude redhead took aim again, the door was yanked open and Sally, Elaine and Lea stormed in with two other girls from our team.

"What the fuck, bitch?!" I heard Elaine yell, followed by a shriek of the redhead. It barely took a second before the girls were all over each other. Unfortunately, my mask prohibited me from watching the fight or being helpful in any way.

All I managed to do was shake the distracted girls that held me and push them away. With the girl to my right, I succeeded, but the one to my left jumped back, got herself a handful of balls from behind through my opened legs and backed up against the wall with me in front of her.

"Oooowwwwww... oooohhhhhh..." I continued moaning while her fingers painfully dug into my swollen orbs.

I had no sense of time as the fight went on. Bent over deeply to give in to the backward tug of my balls, all I could see was a bit of tiles in front of me and the pain from my tormented nuts that materialized into wild colors narrowing my field of vision even further. But judging by the sounds, my girls quickly got the upper hand.

"Fuck off, or I swear I'll pop his balls." the girl behind me yelled into the silence that finally settled in the room.

"Fuck you, bitch. You wouldn't dare!" Lea yelled and stormed in my direction. The force of the grip and resulting pain increased threefold from one second to another. I let out a weak whine, my knees nearly giving in and dooming my testicles.

"Wanna find out?!" The stalemate was obvious. With every second that passed, the fear of losing my balls over the bitches' fight became more and more real.

"Enough!" a strict, unforgiving voice came from the door. It was Mrs. Harris! "Jesus, girls, would it be possible to have *one fair* game?!"

"They kidnapped our mascot!"

"He came to spy on us in the showe..."

"Quiet! Is that true, Tim?"

My male inferiority was crushing. Suddenly, it was as if my balls were on trial. I had simply no authority in this room full of competing girls. Unable to articulate the excuses I had, I just nodded submissively.

"Okay, and did all of you who were here when he did, get to kick him in the balls?"

"I didn't." one of the girls from the opponent team said in between the murmurs of agreement.

"Then you still get to kick him and that's the end of it!"

My begging sobs were drowned in a wave of complaint from the girls on either side.

"*QUIET!* I said that's the end of it." Mrs. Harris actually managed to control the crowd. "Tim, get up and take it like a man. Hope you will learn your lesson. As if you’re not getting enough tits already."

Finally, the girl behind me let go of my balls. Given the squeeze that had felt like an eternity, it was as if I was reborn. After sinking onto my knees for a minute or so, I forced myself back up and positioned myself to receive the last hard kick for today, hopefully. The room was dead quiet now.

Of course, due to the mask, I hadn't even seen the nude girl before, who stood in front of me. She had massive tits, and long, muscular legs. I let out a soft cry. She surely was going to make it count.

The fact that everyone was carefully observing us, made it even worse. Slowly, relishing every second of the punishment she was granted, the girl took aim and pulled back her leg just as the redhead had before. I moved my field of vision up to avoid flinching and to at least get a nice image of her bouncing boobs.

To my surprise, the girl was rather merciful. After a hard acceleration, she seemed to slow down a bit before her bare foot connected with my equally bare testicles with an audible *clap*. I got my desired bounce of her tits, before the agony in my tender balls took its toll and took me down.

It required the support of the girls in my team to get me back into our own locker room. Actually, it was funny - my balls had been free game for all of them for weeks, and they all happily took every chance to hit or kick them, before mocking me and making fun of my weakness. But after the opponent girls' team had literally gotten their hands on these toys, I felt like I was carrying our team's pride and greatest treasure.

After I was stripped of my mask and the shirt, most of the girls left to finally play today's game. Good lord, they were angry and hyped. I wouldn't have been surprised if the referee ended the game due to both teams' overflowing emotions.

Only Elaine was not going to play today. When everyone had left, she locked the door from the inside, stripped and helped me into the shower. As soon as I stood under the stream of comforting, hot water, she went down onto her knees in front of me and grabbed my balls.

"Ouughhh... please... I can't..." I instantly moaned, bending over from the sudden sting.

"Ssshhhh sweetie, I'll be extra careful today!"