As I waddled after Stan clinching my butt cheeks against the constant pressure of the golf balls Ted had forced up my ass and that I feared would pop free. I had no doubt that Ted would follow through on his threat to make me wish I had never played golf if I failed to contain the three golf balls inside my butt. Since Stan had taken my pants I was also fearing that some other golfer would spot me in my once pretty but now cum and urine stained panty.
It was with trembling unease that I watched the golf buggy that seemed to be shadowing us. Neither Jim, Stan nor Ted seemed to notice the man watching our group play until he sped up to catch us. When they turned towards the buggy it was obvious that they knew the man driving it and my heart sank when I noticed the 'Course Marshall' sign.
"Morning boys," the man cried out congenially. My three tormentors acknowledged his greeting while I tried to hide my pantied butt behind Stan's golf cart.
"You guys seem to be traveling a bit slow this morning," the Marshall stated matter-of-factly.
The three men nodded their agreement with the Marshall's statement with Stan adding, "Yeah sorry Harry, but the Pro saddled us with this dip shit," and Stan indicated me with a dismissive flick of his chin, "little prick was supposed to know how to golf but barely even makes it as a caddy."
The Marshall cast a whithering critical eye over me as I quaked with uncertainty. Shaking his head in obvious disdain he drawled, "Look you fellas got the ladies comp up your cunts and they're busting my balls."
All three men shook their heads in weary understanding of the poor Marshall's predicament before turning on me. While all four men glowered at me with displeasure the Marshall ventured, "Perhaps I should take this pathetic excuse off your hands for a couple of holes and let you get on with it."
Stan chuckled with mock appreciation, "That'd be mighty helpful of you Harry."
Jim and Ted nodded their approval as the Course Marshall Harry swung his golf buggy around to stop beside me. Looking me up and down dispassionately Harry snarled, "how'd you ever get on my golf course dressed like that boy?"
When I could only look back dumbly gesturing meekly towards the other three Marshall Harry grunted, "Just get in boy."
While I climbed gingerly into the buggy I heard Stan chortle, "Take good care of our pussy Harry." And I felt my face redden with shame as the other two joined in laughing cruelly. Unconcerned Harry gunned the buggy making me uncomfortably aware of my golf balls to send us speeding down the fairway.
Harry didn't speak as he drove and I snuck a nervous peek back at Stan, Ted and Jim wondering what was to become of me now. Course Marshall Harry was if anything, bigger and fatter than the other three men and I could smell his unwashed scent even in the moving buggy. I shrunk away trying not to let his substantial body touch mine. Marshall Harry didn't seem to notice or care.
At first I was afraid that Course Marshall Harry was taking me back to the club house where I would be subjected to all kinds of fresh ridicule and shame. To my relief he was instead heading to what appeared to be maintenance sheds. Perhaps he was going to help me out and I could escape the golf course without any further torment.
I was still trying to convince myself that Marshall Harry would be my saviour when he pulled his buggy into a dark dank shed that smelt of grease and diesel. Without a word Course Marshall Harry struggled to get his bulk out of the buggy and sauntered off into the dim lit back of the shed. I could hear him rustling around in the shadows as I became increasingly nervous about his intentions.
My eyes were starting to adjust to the lack of light when I realised Harry returning. I was trying to ask him what was happening when I noticed the rope in his hand. I licked my lips and swallowed hard as I watched the man move closer.
When Course Marshall Harry pressed his hulking form into the side of the buggy I was too scared to shift away. He was so close I could feel the heat of his breath on my face as he quietly murmured, "Nice panty's sonny." When I didn't respond Harry snickered evilly, "I like panty boys."
A tremor of fear coursed through me as Harry dropped the rope on the seat beside me. I became very aware of the golf balls pressing against my anus and a hint of moisture between my tightly clinched thighs. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," I chanted in my mind as I felt the man's fingers pulling at my shirt. I went limp as he pulled it up and over my head my body trembling in the cool dank air.
I heard myself whimper with distress as Course Marshall Harry's hands roamed freely over my chest caressing my nipples. "Oh yes," Harry purred in my ear, "I do love a soft compliant panty boy to play with." My mewing distress seemed to encourage the man as his fingers clamped possessively onto my nipples.
Using his grip on my nipples Harry pulled me from the buggy. Looming over me in the darkened shed holding on tightly to my nipples Harry nuzzled my neck breathing lustily, "Tell Harry how much you want to please him boy."
Harry's fingers squeezed and twisted making my response a long drawn out cry of anguish. "Yeah, that's what Harry wants to hear," the hulking brute gurgled happily.