Tiger

By: Littledick

Hi, my nickname is “Tiger” and I am the mascot for the Tigers basketball team. I have been with the team for some fourteen years. I am twenty now and started with the team when I was six in the nipper's. As I reached my teenage years I stopped growing and am just five feet tall where all my mates on the team are all over six foot six inches tall.

I soon became the mascot and have been so for five years. As I said I am only five-foot and one quarter inches tall. I am as skinny as a rake, with a juicy and tender bubble butt that is enchanting and invites attention. Not to mention my hairless but natural bronzed toned body topped by my bright blue eyes, cute sharp features and short cropped blond hair. My basket always created an impression around front of me with my five-inch slack cock that grew to seven and a half inches when standing tall. My cock stood up close to my body and the head touched my navel due to the bend in it. My balls were on the large size but not the biggest I have ever seen and most others were smaller. My balls hung proud and dangled on the bottom of a large constantly floppy hairless sack.

At the basketball matches all I wore a tiger suit with no underwear or other clothing on. I was able to keep the tail up as it was attached to a butt plug that was well bedded way up my butt. The backside of the costume was made up of a flap that covered my butt that was press studded together along with the butt plug. My cock and balls were pulled through a small hole in the front that trapped them out there and covered with a pouch. With the costume on there was no way I could get my cock and balls back into the suit or get the butt plug out because of the way the arms and paws of the suit had been constructed. I had to hope no one would grab me and pull the pouch off or pull the flap down when I was in public. However I thoroughly enjoyed being the club mascot especially when we won and the team would screw me silly in the club rooms afterwards, what else would you use your mascot for?

The club was in the semi-finals and we had just knocked out last year's premiers and now had the right to play in the finals. The semi-final was a rather brutal game with no love lost between our team and the thugs from the Port the other team. Members of the team and support staff had screwed me about eighteen times. I was tied to a special bench that they had constructed that positioned my butt at the right height for the taller guys to screw me and positioned my mouth to either suck others or allow them to fuck my face. My cock and balls hung between my furry suited legs for all to fondle or tortured as they saw fit. The guys loved punching my balls as they came and my cum would splatter all over my stomach and chest and run down my balls and legs. For some reason I always shot buckets of cum over myself every time my nuts were hit till I was totally spent, then I would just dry shoot in ecstasy.

Today had been no different and I was left tied to the screwing platform whilst the team went and had a shower and team meeting in another area of the building. It was during this time that several guys from the team we had just beaten came in. I was quickly gagged with a more than used and sweaty jock strap that was lying on the locker room floor. They waisted no time and before I knew it my balls had been pulled through some sort of device and then tugged to the bottom of their sack again. I felt the device being manoeuvred close to the base of my cock and then I felt what ever my nuts had been pushed through slam closed like a thick rubber ring around the neck of my precious jewels, well they were precious to me at lease and gave me so much pleasure. It was at this point I knew I was in real trouble and that an elastrator ring had been fitted but I was surprised when I felt two more rings tighten around my nuts closer to the base of my shaft. I tried to struggle but to no avail as my balls ached totally cut off from their life giving nourishment. The three rings did their thing quickly and pain was radiating from my groin like I had never felt before. My cock was at full attention dribbling pre-cum when it was brutally pulled down against itself. I panicked when I felt them pushing the head through the elastrator but again there was not a thing I could do about it. The ring was let go around the crown of my rather large mushroom head and hurt like hell. The guys slugged me in the balls that many times I passed out. When I came too I was alone still tied to the platform. My balls ached and my groin was on fire. The head of my cock felt like it was going to explode into a million pieces. None of my team members had returned from the meeting and I don't know how long I was out to it when I passed out. Everything was rather itchy and that feeling was subsiding as time moved on. I tried to wriggle to get the circulation going but my balls felt ice cold as they hit my legs a couple of times.

One of the guys finally came into the area where I was and when he saw my predicament he called for help and the others came running. Peter the team captain came in and immediately embraced me, he was furious and vowed and declared he would get the ones who did this back. Peter was my favourite; he is also the tallest team member with the biggest block and tackle of them all. The team Doctor was brought in to inspect my balls when he indicated to Peter that it was too late to save them. I was taken to hospital where the bands were removed along with my balls and the head of my cock. Peter asked that my balls and the head of my cock be preserved in a jar of fluid so that they could be kept as a reminder to the team of what I went through for them. He also wanted my large scrotum tanned so he could use it as a money pouch, it was then he said to me you are coming home to my place and I will look after you. I didn’t know at that point he meant for the rest of my life.

Nothing was said publicly of what happened and the Port team thought that they had got away with it. However a charity match at the end of the season had been organised with the Port team and the Tigers. Again it was a brutal game as Port usually won by fowl means behind the game but the Tigers were ready and waiting for them, as well as motivated by what they had done to me. We ended up winning again. Both teams returned to their locker rooms and it was just a matter of waiting as the drinking water in their rooms had been laced and they would soon be laying around in a semi stupor as they all had sucked on the cold water after the game. They were given about a half hour whilst our guys all showered and dressed again. Our team began the celebrations and partied on in the rooms at the stadium. Peter had secretly lined up some people who removed the Port team and their support staff once they went quiet over in the other building from us. Once they were ready they were loaded into some vans that were parked in the building by their changing rooms. When loaded the vans whisked them away unnoticed. They were taken to a disused abattoirs facility where they were pulled out one by one and suspended on an overhead rail by meat hocks in the loading docks.

When they were all hanging like slabs of meat they were pushed in one by one and then had their balls banded and pushed away on the sliding hooks. It didn’t take long before the whole team; their coaches and support staff had been banded and left hanging by their arms from the overhead rail system. We were all still in our locker room celebrating when some people came and asked if we knew where the other team was. They were told in their change rooms if they hadn’t left already. In the mean time the captain of the Port team had his nuts cut from his body and he was left hanging upside down, but his hands were untied so he could get himself loose when he came too. By the time he came too it would be too late to save any of their dead balls.

All of our team was accounted for when the Police came looking for them, we were all celebrating in our rooms. Peter’s mates had covered all the angles and bases. They had used gloves and all wore old boots during the event and everything was burned after they got away. They also used old tyres on the vans which were discarded and dumped with thousands of old tyres that were use for an off shore reef so there was absolutely no trace of them.

It was strange how none of this got to the media and how the Port team just disappeared as a long distant memory from the league history. In other words don’t mess with a tiger or it could bite back when you least expect it.

The End.