The School Mascot: Forced to Pose

[Permintcake]

Chapter 1: Special Agreement

Primo Buenavista watched as Bianca Gomez, his crush and rival, jumped up and down with joy in front of the school bulletin board. Her long, curly hair bounced with every movement, and her bright smile showed off her perfect teeth. Primo felt a pang of jealousy as he stood on the sidelines, his heart sinking with the weight of his rejection letter in his hand.

He had dreamed of attending the prestigious Mira Flores Academy since he was a little boy. He had studied day and night, sacrificed countless hours of sleep, and poured his heart and soul into preparing for the entrance exam. But it wasn't enough.

He failed.

When he arrived home, he was greeted by his family's furball of a cat, Whiskers. The fluffy white feline rubbed her head against his leg, purring loudly. Primo couldn't help but smile at her affectionate greeting. For a moment, he forgot about his disappointment and focused on the present.

But as he sat down at the dinner table with his family, the reality of his rejection hit him once again. His parents had been so proud of him, so sure that he would make it into Mira Flores Academy. Primo couldn't bear to tell them the truth, so he simply nodded along as they talked about their plans for his future at the prestigious school.

After dinner, Primo went to his room and closed the door, not wanting to face anyone. He sat on his bed and stared at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts of what he could have done differently, what he could have studied harder for.

But then a small voice inside his head spoke up, telling him that it wasn't over yet. He could still do something about it. Primo's curiosity was piqued, and he sat up, the first glimmer of hope shining in his eyes.

He remembered hearing about a student who had failed the entrance exam but managed to get into Mira Flores Academy through a special agreement with the principal. Primo didn't know all the details, but he was determined to find out.

The next day, he went to school early and waited outside the principal's office, his heart pounding with nerves. When the principal's secretary finally called him in, he took a deep breath and walked in, his head held high.

"Good morning, Mr. Buenavista. What can I do for you?" the principal, Mr. Santiago, asked with a warm smile.

Primo swallowed hard and mustered up the courage to speak. "I...I was wondering if there's any way I could still get into Mira Flores Academy. I know I didn't make the cut, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

Mr. Santiago studied him for a moment before replying. "I admire your determination, Primo. However, we have very strict rules when it comes to admissions. I'm afraid there's nothing I can do."

Primo felt his heart sink once again. He had hoped that the principal would see his potential and make an exception for him. But it seemed that his dream of attending Mira Flores Academy was truly over.

Primo felt a surge of desperation. He couldn't let his dream slip away so easily. With trembling hands, he reached into his backpack and pulled out a thick folder.

"Please, Mr. Santiago," Primo pleaded, his voice cracking. "I've brought all my achievements, my volunteer work, my academic records. I know I can excel at Mira Flores. Just give me a chance to prove myself."

The principal's eyebrows raised as he leafed through the meticulously organized portfolio. "I see you've put a lot of effort into this, Primo," he mused, stroking his salt-and-pepper beard.

Emboldened, Primo continued, "I'll do anything, sir. Extra classes, community service, whatever it takes. Mira Flores is my dream."

Mr. Santiago's eyes twinkled with an idea. "Anything, you say?'"

Primo nodded vigorously, hope blooming in his chest.

The principal was quiet for a long moment, studying Primo intently. Finally, he spoke. "There may be one position available. It's... unconventional, to say the least. Most students wouldn't even consider it."

Primo leaned forward eagerly, his heart racing. "Please, Mr. Santiago, I'll do anything. Just tell me what it is."

The principal hesitated, his fingers drumming on the desk. "Well, you see, our beloved school mascot, Felix the Feline, is retiring. We need someone to take his place, someone with... spirit."

Primo's brow furrowed in confusion. "The mascot? But... how would that get me into Mira Flores?"

Mr. Santiago's eyes gleamed. "If you agree to be our mascot for the entire school year, attending every event and game, I'll grant you provisional admission. Your academic performance will determine if you stay beyond that."

Without a second thought, Primo exclaimed, "I'll do it! I'll be the best mascot Mira Flores has ever seen!"

The principal's lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Very well, Primo. But before you agree, I'd like to twist a little or two about our mascot tradition."

Primo leaned in, eager to hear every detail. "What is it, sir?"

Mr. Santiago's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "The Mira Flores mascot will have a well... unique uniform. It's quite minimalist, you see." He looks at Primo from the tip of his shoes up to his face.

Primo nodded, not fully grasping the implications. "That's fine, sir. I can handle any costume."

The principal chuckled. "Oh, it's not exactly a costume, my boy."

Primo's eyes widened as the principal's words sank in. "Not... a costume?" he asked hesitantly.

Mr. Santiago leaned back in his chair, a glint in his eye. "Our mascot tradition will be unique this time. Felix the Feline wears only a cat mask. Nothing else."

Primo's jaw dropped. "You mean...?"

"Nude, my boy. Completely nude, save for the mask."

Primo's face flushed crimson. He opened his mouth to protest, but the thought of attending Mira Flores Academy stopped him. This was his dream, his one chance. Could he really pass it up?

"I... I'll do it," Primo stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Santiago raised an eyebrow. "I cant hear you boy. This isn't a decision to be made lightly. You'll be exposed."

Primo's mind raced, his face burning with embarrassment. He could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he imagined himself prancing around the school grounds completely naked, save for a cat mask. The thought of his classmates - especially Bianca - seeing him in such a vulnerable state made his stomach churn.

But then he pictured himself walking through the hallowed halls of Mira Flores Academy, attending advanced classes, and fulfilling his lifelong dream. The mask would hide his identity, he reasoned. How bad could it really be?

"I... I accept," Primo said, his voice stronger this time. "I'll do it, Mr. Santiago."

The principal nodded solemnly. "Very well. Report to the after department tomorrow after school. They'll fit you for your mask and give you the schedule of events."

[Jeepman89]

Welcome to the site! Awesome start. Can't wait for the next part where he has to be the naked cat mascot.

[TeenFan]

The cat in the mask mascot, sounds like fun.
Would the mask be it? I sort of expect there would be a bodypaint job to complete the costume?

Is this Mira Flores Academy for college students? Or is it a college preparatory school for High School age?

[Jeepman89]

I like that he has just a mask on and no paint. That makes him look more naked.

[Permintcake]

Chapter 2: Dripping Already

The next day, Primo nervously made his way to the art department after school. His palms were sweaty as he knocked on the door.

"Come in!" called a cheerful voice.

Primo entered to find Isabella, the head of the art department, waiting for him with a bright smile. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and paint splatters adorned her smock.

"Ah, you must be our new Felix!" she exclaimed. "I'm so excited to work with you. Let's get started with your mask fitting."

She presented Primo with an exquisitely crafted feline mask, complete with whiskers and pointed ears. As he tried it on, Primo's anxiety grew. This was really happening.

"Perfect!" Isabella declared. "Now, we'll need some promotional photos for posters and such. If you'll just step behind that screen...Good"

"Don't worry, nothing of your special place will be shown on camera. I'll make sure to take photos that will hide your...special bits."

Primo stepped behind the screen, his hands shaking unsure if he would want to undress.

Primo hesitated, his face burning with embarrassment behind the mask. Isabella seemed to sense his discomfort.

"Don't worry, dear. We'll start slow," she said kindly. "Just remove your shirt for now."

With trembling hands, Primo unbuttoned his uniform shirt. As he slipped it off, he felt painfully exposed. Isabella directed him into various poses, snapping photos.

"Wonderful! Now the pants, and shoes please."

Primo's stomach churned as he stepped out of his trousers.

He felt vulnerable standing there in just his underwear in front of a female.

Worst yet, he knew he would be exposed sooner, and that he wanted to disappear.

"Last step," Isabella said gently. "Everything off now."

He hesitated for a moment.

He was beet red, and unsure.

In his teenage years, nobody had seen him naked before. Not even his mom.

He looked up to her, hoping she would change her mind but he knew he had to so this either way.

"Don't be shy!" Isabella called out. "We need shots for the posters."

"Don't worry, I've seen a lot before." She giggled.

That sure didn't help Primo.

Taking a deep breath, Primo looked around and sighed.

He had no choice but to remove his last piece of clothing that protected his intimate part.

His legs were jelly as he finally removed his underwear.

He emerged from behind the screen, naked except for the cat mask, his hands instinctively covering his manhood.

He cupped his hands over himself, mortified.

"Hands on your sides please." Isabella called out.

Primo hesitated, internally cringing at the thought of being fully exposed.

However the mask somewhat had protected his shame. Nobody would know the person behind the mask anyway but Isabella.

"Come on, we don't have all day you know."

Slowly, he lowered his hands to his sides, feeling vulnerable and self-conscious about his lack of hair in his underdeveloped penis.

Despite being 18 years old, it still resembled that of an 10-year-old's, a constant source of insecurity for him.

"Now crouch down on all fours like a cat."

WHAT?

Is she serious now.

"I'm waiting Felix." She announced impatiently.

He complied, knowing full well he had no choice but to comply.

It was better than standing up. Atleast his penis were concealed.

"Perfect! Now arch your back... yes, just like that!"

"Are you sure it won't be seen in the photos?" Primo said unsure.

"Of course. Trust me."

The pose seemed designed to put Primo's body on full display, yet hides his penis in the process.

Isabella made sure to take photos at the right angle.

His face burned with humiliation behind the mask. Even so, he can't bare the sight of himself naked and being photographed.

Suddenly, the door opened and another student walked in. Primo froze in horror, trying to cover himself.

"Oh, this is Mia, our makeup artist," Isabella explained casually. "She'll be helping with some highlights."

Mia smirked as she circled Primo, eyeing him up and down.

"Well hello there, Felix," she purred. "Don't be shy. I've seen something like that before."

Isabella left them both as she got to another room to change the SD Card.

"I'll let you do your job for now."

Mia sat on the couch and gestured for Primo to sit on the chair in front of her.

Primo nodded and sat on the chair, covering himself.

As Mia began applying body makeup, a couple of black stripes on his back, her hands roamed over Primo's skin. He squirmed uncomfortably, willing his body not to react.

"Hands off to your sides," Mia scolded as she went to his front to paint an uneven patch of black and yellow paint on his inner leg, her fingers brushing dangerously close to his groin.

"Unless you want me to rip that mask off you."

Primo's eyes widened in panic behind the feline facade.

Primo shook his head vigorously, unable to speak. He couldn't risk his identity being exposed so he just complied and exposed his now half erect penis.

"Cute," Mia smiled as she continued applying patches, stripes and highlights on his arms, torso and down lingering close to his groin.

"Stay still," she whispered, "I could make things very difficult for you. Or...I could help you keep your little secret."

Primo's heart raced as he realized the precarious position he was in. Despite his fear and embarrassment, his body began to react to Mia's expert touch. To his horror, he felt himself becoming aroused.

Primo wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. But there was nowhere to hide.

"Aww, don't be embarrassed," she whispered as she brought out a new unpainted brush and let the brush slightly brush against his half hardened shaft. Which instantly caused his penis to throb.

"Please not there." He musterred.

"Oh, the cat speaks?" She smirked.

Mia fascinated with his response, continued to brush to his groin, her touch becoming more deliberate and teasing.

Primo squirmed uncomfortably, trying to control his body's reaction.

Primo's face burned with shame behind the mask. He wanted to run and hide, but he was frozen in place.

His penis throbbing playfully as she continued to brush his now hardened shaft.

"My, you're quite sensitive, aren't you?" she murmured. Primo remained silent, mortified. As her hands worked lower, he felt himself responding against his will.

"N...not there.."

"Oh my," Mia said with mock surprise. "Look who's excited." She smirked, eyeing his groin.

Primo wanted to disappear. But to his horror, he felt himself hardening further under her gaze and touch.

Primo's mind raced in panic. This was humiliating beyond belief. But he couldn't risk losing his chance at Mira Flores.

Primo's hands trembled as he tried to cover himself, but Mia gently pushed them away.

"Now, now," she chided softly. "No need to be shy. We're all friends here." She chuckled.

She continued brushing his penis with the unpainted brush with deft strokes, her touch lingering in sensitive areas. To Primo's mortification, he felt himself responding, his diminutive member beginning to swell.

As Mia continued her teasing touches, Primo felt utterly helpless and exposed.

Instead of the brush, Mia's expert fingers traced along his inner thighs, inching closer to his most sensitive areas.

Despite his embarrassment, his body betrayed him as he felt himself becoming more and more aroused.

Her index finger brushed around the head of his penis, causing Primo to inhale sharply. He wanted to disappear, to run away, but he was frozen in place.

Mia's teasing touch sent shivers through Primo's body. His breath quickened as her fingers traced delicate patterns across his skin. The cool air of the art room raised goosebumps on his exposed flesh.

To his horror, Primo felt a bead of moisture forming at his tip. Mia's eyes lit

"Oh, what do we have here?" Mia's voice dripped with false innocence.

"Dripping already?" She ran a finger along his length, making him shudder.

[lovaboitoy]

Hot great story so far curious on what will happen next

[Qwerto1232]

Great story, excelent writing. Love how is she playing with him. Hope she will tase him longer.

[NudeBaG]

Fantastic and hot!

[Permintcake]

Chapter 3: Naughty Kitty

Primo let out an involuntary whimper as he tried to cover his manhood once more but Mia was quick to pull his hand before he could even touch his trembling member.

"Do that again, and I'll pull that mask off you and throw you out in this room as you are," She threatened.

Mia's finger traced along his shaft. His body trembled, caught between intense arousal and utter mortification.

"Shh," Mia whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "We wouldn't want anyone to see you naked, would we? Especially right now with that hard penis of yours out in the open."

"Please," he finally managed to gasp out. "We shouldn't..."

"Shh," Mia whispered. "Just relax and enjoy. No one has to know."

Primo's entire body trembled as Mia's finger traced along his shaft. He wanted to beg her to stop, but no words would come out.

His mind was a whirlwind of shame, fear, and unwanted arousal.

"Please."

"My, my, you're quite responsive," Mia purred. "I wonder how long you can last?"

Primo shuddered at her touch, a mix of shame and unwanted arousal coursing through him.

"D..dont."

"But we've barely begun. I wonder just how sensitive you are."

Primo bit back a moan, his body betraying him despite his mortification.

"Such a naughty kitty," Mia whispered.

The light touch sent sparks of unwanted pleasure through Primo's body. He bit his lip hard behind the mask, willing himself to stay silent and still.

"Look at you, dripping already," Mia continued, her breath hot against his ear.

"You're enjoying this don't you? Look, its beginning to drool." Her finger circled his tip, spreading the droplet of precum around his pee hole.

"I've barely touched you and you're already leaking like a faucet."

Primo's face burned with humiliation. He wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor and vanish. But there was nowhere.

Against his will, Primo felt the pressure building. His hips jerked involuntarily as Mia wrapped her hands on his penis and gently stokes it with precision.

"You're a naughty kitty," she whispered. "Naughty kitties gets their penis milked."

Primo felt his body betrayed him as Mia expertly strokes his hardened penis to the point of orgasm.

Primo's entire body tensed as waves of unwanted pleasure coursed through him. He tried desperately to hold back, to maintain some shred of dignity, but Mia's expert touch was relentless.

"That's it," she cooed, increasing her pace. "Let it out, little Felix."

With a strangled cry muffled by the mask, Primo felt himself pushed over the edge.

Just as he neared the edge of release, Isabella's voice echoed down the hallway.

"I'm coming back in! Are we ready for the next round of photos?

Primo's eyes widened in panic behind the mask. Mia quickly pulled her hand away and stepped back, leaving him trembling and on edge.

"Just finishing up!" Mia called out cheerfully. She winked at Primo. "Our little secret, Felix. For now."

Primo's heart pounded as he heard footsteps approaching. He desperately tried to control his body to calm down, but it was no use.

He felt utterly exposed and vulnerable as Isabella re-entered the room, camera in hand.

"Perfect timing," Mia said smoothly. "I've just finished the body makeup. He's all ready for you."

The door opened and Isabella walked in, her eyes widening as she took in the scene. Primo stood there, still fully aroused, as Mia busied herself organizing makeup brushes.

Isabella's eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. "My goodness, what's going on here?" she asked, her tone concerned.

"Just finishing up the body makeup," Mia replied smoothly. "Our little Felix got a bit...excited during the process. You know how boys can be."

Primo wanted to disappear into thin air. It wasn't his fault, it was Mia's. He stood there trembling, his penis throbbing and still fully aroused, as Isabella studied him skeptically.

Isabella raised an eyebrow as she surveyed the scene. "I see," she said slowly, her eyes lingering on Primo's obvious state of arousal. "Well, I suppose these things do happen sometimes with young boys."

Primo wanted to crawl into a hole and die. He stood there frozen, utterly mortified, as Isabella and Mia exchanged knowing looks. 

Primo nodded mutely, mortified. As Isabella set up her camera, Mia whispered in his ear, "Better not cum during the photos, kitty cat. Or everyone will know how naughty you are."

The photoshoot resumed, with Isabella directing Primo into various poses.

He struggled.

Isabella directed Primo to pose on all fours. Primo's face burned with humiliation behind the mask as he heard the camera shutter click rapidly.

"Perfect, Felix! Now turn and face me," Isabella instructed.

Primo reluctantly obeyed, his hardened member bobbing as he moved.

"My, someone's excited," Isabella remarked with a smirk.

"Spread your legs wider," Isabella directed.

Primo hesitated, his thighs trembling.

"Come now, we need to capture your feline grace," Isabella coaxed. "Think catlike and flexible."

Reluctantly, Primo widened his stance. To his horror, he felt a warm droplet of precum roll down to the floor.

Would the camera capture that glistening trail?

"Perfect! Hold that pose," Isabella called out. The camera shutter clicked rapidly.

"Now turn to the side," Isabella called out. "Paw at the air like a playful kitten."

As Primo shifted into the new pose, he felt dizzy with humiliation. The bright studio lights beat down on his exposed skin, highlighting every curve and crevice of his body. He pawed at the air as instructed, feeling utterly ridiculous.

He knew this pose would expose his hardened drooling member.

Primo complied, hyper-aware of how the position thrust his hips forward. He couldn't see the camera's viewfinder from where he stood.

But he knew his most intimate are on view.

Oh to be photographed in this state. Naked on all fours with his hardened manhood on full display.

The humiliation gnawed at him as Isabella continued snapping photos. She circled around him, capturing shots from various angles. With each click of the shutter, Primo's anxiety grew.

To be this exposed in front of the female and soon to the whole campus. This utter humiliation made him more hard. Could it be that he enjoys exposing this much?

[NudeBaG]

Fantastic!
Loving this!