Camp Mascot

When the eager pup volunteered to be mascot, he didn't realize just how much hazing would be involved - in the dead of night, a few silhouetted jocks drag him from his bunk. Before he can yelp out two words of protest, they muzzle and undress their whimpering catch before tethering him at the outskirts of camp. He alternates between fitful slumber and jerking on his leash, the end of which has been tied cruelly close but inaccessible with his wrists trussed behind him. A few desperate jerks reveal a small amount of slack in the ropes - barely anything. A glimmer of hope.

If only I could get my hands free..

After an hour of wriggling - slow work that requires a pause every few minutes to pant shallowly for air - digging his muzzle into the dirt for traction while twisting his wrists every which way, he's finally able to slip.. his fingers.. free!! He revels in victory for just a moment before reaching up to work the buckle of his muzzle when --

"MMHH-!!"

The pup squeals in equal parts pain and shock as he's kicked roughly onto his stomach. He turns his face sideways and feels the heel of a leather boot press his snout into the dirt. His vision swims, unfocused and dizzy from a night of lost sleep and adrenaline, as he instinctively struggles to get himself upright.

A mocking, low voice directly into his ear: "Quitting already, pup? You were so excited about being mascot just last night. What changed?"

The pressure on his neck lifts away and he shakes his head, growling weakly. It's a pitiful display though, considering the dust caking his cheeks and sprinkling itself onto his chest with every move.

Boyish voices all around him erupt in easy laughter at their leader's quip. He counts at least five, and more footfalls from his left approaching. The fight deflates from him even as he continue to struggle, the grunts and half-snarls dissolving into more placating whines.

It's too late to back out now; the whole cabin's waking up and ready to show the rookie the ropes.

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Polaroid comm for forseti!!

dont feel too bad for him - he volunteered, after all.

something about this one sparked the sadistic/playfully cruel streak in me and i had to indulge. maybe it's the muzzle, i do love power dynamics where bottoms can't speak.