Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Chapter 4 -- Highland Festival -- The Spanking
***Hello Readers
Quick note, my stories tend to progress a bit slower, if you're looking for quick paced sex scenes try another story.
Also, some past people have nitpicked about small consistency details in my stories. I'm not writing a classic novel, I'm not going to take time to explain every little change in a scene. If you're looking for 100% accuracy in stories, buy a book.
I hope the rest of you enjoy :D
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It was noon on Friday, having spent the worst hour of his life on the train Tom was ready to curl up in bed and go to sleep. Instead he was forced to pretend like nothing was wrong, while he spent the day with his girlfriend and tormenters at the Highland Festival.
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I was emasculated as Frank steered me down the streets, he's twice my size and easily a foot taller than me, making me feel like a child dragged along by his Dad. What's worse is that every slight breeze goes up my kilt and kisses my baby smooth balls and freshly shaved ass. Reminding me of the little boy crotch I now have.
The new kilt the bastards had given me was more like a plaid skirt then a kilt, only reaching halfway to my knees and made of a thinner fabric then most kilts. That combined with the fact that the cock ring trapped me a semi erect state, meant I was always leaning forwards, hands cupping my groin, trying to hide my indecent state.
This unfortunately gave Frank's buddies easy access to my vulnerable ass. As we made our way through town they would flick up the back of my kilt briefly exposing my ass, or they would use their meaty paws to spread my cheeks and tease my exposed anus.
Thankfully, half way through town Frank's buddies parted ways, though not before giving my ass one last grope. Old man John had some friends to meet up with and Frank asked Brian to get a few things ready for their stay at the hotel. I felt sick thinking of what these monsters would do alone together, having experienced firsthand how brazen they were in public. Hoping to be in my own bed well before the end of the night though, I didn't give it to much thought. The men made plans to meet up at a bar at 8PM before they departed.
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The day had gone from bad to worse. It turns out Frank not only worked with my girlfriend, he was something like her boss' boss' boss. He distracted her most the day talking about a possible promotion using his 'gay flirting magic' that most women loved, to feed her drinks all day long.
I managed to push off the drinks myself under the guise of being a responsible boyfriend, when really I was hoping to make it through the day without going to the bathroom. I didn't want to find out what this 'punishment game' Frank had in store was.
By the time night fell though Frank had managed to convince my girlfriend to stay at the festival till Sunday morning. Meaning my hell 'day' was going to last even longer.
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By 8PM I was ready to burst at the seams as Frank guided us down some side streets to his favorite bar, the one he and his friends had planned to meet up at. Karen was so drunk now that it took both my hands to try and keep her upright, which meant that Frank could use the opportunity to play with my ass. He even gave it few playful SLAPS when he thought Karen wouldn't notice. Finally reaching the bar I read the sign and gaped, turning around I hissed at Frank.
"You didn't tell me it was a GAY BAR"
Frank gave me a knowing smirk "
Would it matter
"
Leaning forward he whisper in my ear
"Remember rule #3? We choose which festival related events you attend"
He then directed me to a sign on the window.
[The Highland Festival is a proud to be sponsored by many gay friendly establishments]
He gave me a cocky grin.
Resigned to my fate I made my way with Karen to the door, held up briefly by Frank as he whispered in my ear;
"Easy there, my boy's outfit needs one little adjustment before we go in."
He then hiked up the back of my kilt and tucks it into my belt exposing my smooth ass. Quickly I look at him to object, but he gives me a stern look and scolds me:
"You have been trying to escape Daddy's bathroom punishment all day long. Once we have settled your girlfriend at table, I think it's time little Tommy boy had a tinkle."
He then scooped Karen into his arms as she giggled and we made our way into the bar.
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Lots of men gave soft whistles as I made my way through the bar; following Frank as he carried my girlfriend to a booth in the back. More than once I was subjected to a few cat calls from passing men; a couple guys even gave my ass a nice HARD smack giving the rest of the crowd a laugh.
Blushing I stared straight ahead trying to tune out the crowd as I continued my way to the corner booth, reaching it just as Frank was setting my girlfriend down. Seated in the large corner booth were a couple men I didn't know, along with Brian and John. John was dressed in the same kilt and leather vest he had been wearing that morning, Brian however was now sitting on John's lap wearing a new getup. His 'kilt' was now as short as a mini skirt and was a rainbow of colors. He was also wearing a skin-tight leather t-shirt that read "Good Boy".
I didn't even get a chance to sit down before Frank grabbed my hand and started to steer me towards the bathroom, just like a dad taking his boy to the potty.
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[Frank]
Frank almost felt like skipping as he led his boy to the bathroom. He had been putting up with Karen all day long, putting in the work so that he could finally get some alone time with his new special boy. Tommy had managed to hold out on going to the bathroom till now, the cheeky boy, now he was going to pay for making him wait. He was going to make sure that the naughty little boy's bottom got a spanking that he wouldn't soon forget...
The bathroom was much larger than most bars', seeing as it mainly catered to gay men they didn't need to save as much space for the women's washroom. Just past the sinks on the left was a long metal trough for men to pee in, above the trough was a mirror for the men to check out their neighbors.
He glanced at the trough only briefly. While he would love to share a pee with Tommy boy, he had other plans in mind for their first trip.
Steering Tommy to a large handicap stall across from the trough, he closed the door behind them; making sure not to lock it, they wouldn't be alone for long.
Quickly he spins around and pins Tom to the wall with one hand, as he fumbles to remove the boy's kilt with the other. The boy puts up a pointless struggle but eventually his kilt falls to the floor. The vest is soon to follow as Frank takes in the beautiful sight of his now naked boy trying to cover his shame.
Enjoying the sight for a moment, Frank then disrobes as well. Basking in the fear he sees enter the boy's eyes.
Tommy's hairless schmeckle had shrunken up in fear, making his cock ring hang loosely around his dick. That would need to be addressing soon enough. The tiny man tries in vain to push Frank's giant frame away as he closes in. Finally, his patients growing thin, Frank yells;
"
ENOUGH
"
Frank scoops the boy up in his arms, sits down on the toilet and seats the boy across his lap. As he lets go of him, the boy is forced to wrap his arms around Daddy's neck or risk falling headfirst onto the hard tile.
Frank then starts to fiddle with the rubber cock ring hanging around the boy's smooth cock; bringing a little life back to the shrunken member before he finally manages to yank it off.
