Train Ride

Chapter 2 - The Highland Festival - The Ride Continues

This story contains elements of non-consensual relations, and abuse. This story is a fantasy and should be taken as such. If you don't like my story, then don't read it, or better yet write your own. This is my first story and something I'm trying out. For those wishing to add nice comments, or HELPFUL critics they are always welcome.

I Hope You Enjoy.

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Here I was 30 minutes later, I had managed to lose my glasses, socks, shoes, shirt, PUBLIC HAIR, and most importantly all dignity. As I tried to stumble forward out of the train with the crowd I felt an all too familiar powerful hand grab my waist and steer me towards the last booth of the train. Looking around for help I notice that everyone else on the train had settled into their own booths and they weren't paying any attention to me. The booths were like those at a restaurant, two long fake leather benches, with a table in the middle. Crammed in I was forced to take a seat facing the back wall of the train, as my larger assailant took the seat blocking the aisle. Now all but my head would be hidden from the other passengers. I notice Brian quickly sliding into the booth taking the seat across the table hauling a bunch of bags.

Sitting down I take note of how the rough fabric of the kilt feels on my newly shaved ass, I squirm around a little trying to get comfortable. Then I finally notice there is another man in the booth. To my right sitting by the window was an older man. I gave a brief sigh of relief, finally a witness to put a stop to this. My relief didn't last long however as my stomach dropped when the old man reached into his sporran and slid down the table my glasses, wallet, and cell phone. SHIT the rest must have fallen out during one of the assaults; This man was in on it as well. I quickly grabbed my things and got up stammering

"I rea-really should go, girl-fr-friend waiting an-d all"

The larger man quickly puts a meaty paw on my shoulder and pushes me back down.

"Nonsense, we haven't even properly introduced ourselves yet, besides I sent Karen a text already telling her you were hitting it off with some new friends"

My heart started pounding in my chest, how did he know Karen... SHIT they must have unlocked my phone.

"Besides you still owe Brian an apology for hitting him earlier when he was so nicely trying to help you clean up. That, plus we still have this fun video for you to see"

The old man slowly slides his phone down the table. Peering at the phone I see a paused video is pulled up and ready to be played.

With a slow jerk the train starts to leave the station, and over the intercom I hear:

"Twenty-five minutes till our final stop."

Twenty-five more minutes of hell! Fumbling for my glasses I slide them back on and press play...

After a little more than a minute watching the video I felt sick to my stomach and pushed the phone away. It turns out the older man had recorded specific parts of my abuse. The problem was the video seemed to miss all the parts with me struggling, so it just looked like I was getting my rocks off on the train by another dude. The older man takes his phone back as the larger man cleared his throat.

"hmm, now that you're fully aware of the situation you're in, I believe we were at introductions"

I look up from the table to get my first clear look at my tormenters.

First across the table was Brian, the small mousy man that had taken my underwear off. He was even shorter than me, probably around 5'4, balding a little, and looked like he didn't get out much. Your typical scrawny nerd. Next was John, the old man against the window to my right. Probably around 60-70 years old he seemed to have a youthful fire in his bright blue eyes. He had short grey hair along with a bull nose piecing to complete his old man biker look. Next was the HUGE giant of a man to my left, Frank. He looked like he was right out of one of those strong man competitions, some gladiator behemoth ready to crush my skull in. All the men seemed to be wearing matching green plaid kilts, and leather vest, recalling some of the gay pride parades back home. I realized I may have been staring at Frank a little too long as me gave me a sly smirk and said:

"You sure stare a lot for a straight boy. John here tells me your name is Tom, that's perfects, I've always wanted a little Tommy Boy"

I grimaced

"Only my parents call me Tommy"

Frank chuckled

"Well that's perfect as most of my boys call me Daddy anyways"

he smirked and placed a meaty hand on my thigh.

"Now why don't you lean back so we can finish cleaning you up"

John adjusts his position so that his back was against the window and swings one leg up to rest behind me on the bench. He then slowly forces me to lean back, so I'm lying between his legs. He had hiked his kilt up so that I was resting directly between his bare thighs. I could feel what I was sure were his balls brushing against the hair on the top of my head. He then leans forward looking upside-down into my eyes and whispers;

"Now if you manage to behave, I promise this video will never leave my little circle of friends."

He then plucks my glasses off my face and pulls his kilt down over my head. Now unable to see I'm trapped under his kilt with his pungent balls. Slowly Frank and John pull my arms over my head so that they are between Johns back and the wall. Frank then shifts towards me, with ease lifting my left foot onto the bench so I'm straddling him. He says:

"Now that our little boy is in position, Brian have you decided on his punishment yet?

I hear a few items slide across the table,

"Oh Brian, always such a softy. Alright, let's check out our Tommy boys new look."

Without ceremony my kilt is quickly hiked up to my nipples. I had expected this but that didn't stop my alarm at being exposed to the world and unable to see what was going on. Frank gives my balls a little pinch.

"look how cute my little tommy boy looks, his cute little pee pee must be 2 inches tops."

I flushed even more, I was normally 5 inches hard, which while not huge was quite acceptable. However, seeing as I was terrified my dick had shriveled up, trying to curl up into my abdomen.

"You should be thanking us Tommy, they say shaving your pubes makes your willy look bigger, I'm surprised Karen could even find it before. Just Look how smooth and pretty you are now."

Frank said this, while rubbing his hands all over my groin sending shivers down my body. After giving my balls a few more tugs Frank starts to pull me further onto his lap. Giving him easy access to start rubbing my smooth ass.

"I like when my ASS-ets are nice and smooth, and you do belong to me now don't you Tommy..."

As Frank was massaging my ass John took the opportunity to slide forward a little burying my forehead into his taint and resting his wrinkly balls on my nose. Giving me an extra strong whiff of musk. Panic going into overdrive I try to sit up only to have John stop me by placing his hand on my chest. Then slowly he takes ahold of both my nipples and starts twisting them. Softly he whispers;

"Easy... Easy there boy! Try to relax and we'll treat you just right."

I've always had sensitive nipples, and before I can stop myself a small moan escapes my lips. This brings a chuckle to the group.

"Does little Tommy like it when grandpa plays with his titties, or maybe its Daddy's ass massage that really has you going"

On queue Frank takes the opportunity to give my dick a little flick, which to my horror I realize was rock hard. He says

"You know you're supposed to be getting punished, if I didn't know better I would say that our little 'straight' boy was enjoying himself. Let's make a bet Tommy. If you can hold out till the next stop, we will delete that video of you and part ways. Otherwise Daddy gets to spend some quality time with his boy at the festival"

John and Frank then start to peel my legs back till they are behind my head, John hooks them under his armpits. Now fully exposed like a toddler having his diaper changed John slides forward a little more firmly planting my nose in his ass as his dick and balls rest on my chin.

Next Frank leans forward and starts nibbling on my ass, making wet kissing noises as he makes sure to caress every inch of my baby smooth bottom. Slowly he makes his way to the center, where he starts licking up and down my crack, using his large bear paws to spread my cheeks apart. All the while John is slowly thrusting, wiggling his ass on nose, dragging his balls across my lips, and playing with my nipples.

Frank slowly zeroes in, drawing circles around my sphincter with his tongue, teasing me. Then with one quick trust he plunges his tongue into my relaxed sphincter. Surprised, I open my mouth and let out a long grooaaan. The old man takes advantage of the opportunity to dunks his wrinkly salty balls right into my mouth.

Freaking out I start thrashing and squirming. However, I'm tightly sandwiched between the two men and with my legs hooked over my head I'm unable to get enough leverage to buck them off. The two were undeterred and spurred on by my struggles. The big brute Frank was now burying his face in my ass so hard that his 5 o'clock shadow was grinding my ass cheeks raw like sand paper. Meanwhile old man John was being whipped into a frenzy, grinding his ass firmly into my nose, as he slapped his cock on my chin. John was also diligently cramming more and more of his wrinkled nuts further and further down my throat.

Soon realizing that I'm unable to get enough air I start to panic even more. With nothing else to do I slowly start to bite down on Johns balls breaking the skin and filling my mouth we the faint taste of copper (amongst other things). Suddenly I feel a firm grasp squeeze my balls as John says;

"Careful down there Junior, don't do something we'll both regret"

John then slowly raises his balls out of my mouth just far enough so that I can take in a large breath of air, before he crams them back in to repeating the cycle. Over and over he does this so that by the 4

th

or 5

th

time my brain is so oxygen deprived that I barely know what's happening anymore. I hardly registered what Frank says next;

"Will we need to do something about the smell, here pass me the..."

Then I was gone again... Unable to focus on anything around me.

Suddenly I'm shocked back to my senses as cold liquid is being drizzled over crotch. Over the musk of John's balls and ass, I can just make out the smell of beer.

"This will cover the urine smell nicely, plus we can tell Karen that you got a little too excited and spilt beer all over your old clothes."

Next, he starts to pour some beer over my ass; I arch my back as the cold beers slides down my crack and trickles down my back. Then Frank stops pouring and rests the head of the bottle against my anus. The cold bottle causes me to involuntarily tighten and loosen my sphincter.

Frank lets out another laugh,

"Looks like our little boy might be thirsty"

Suddenly John hooks both his thumbs between my teeth. I soon understand why as Frank twists the neck of the bottle into my now well lubricated asshole. The sudden shock causes me to bite down on Johns thumbs, not wanting to be castrated by the man though I quickly loosen my jaw.

Nuts still crammed down my throat I black out slightly again...

Coming to I can hear the clink of glass as Frank taps the bottom of the beer bottle.

Tink tink tink

. The neck of the bottle is now completely in my ass and I can feel Frank coaxing the last dregs of beer into my bowels. Frank also gives my ass a quick shake frothing the beer up a little.

"Looks like our little Tommy boy was thirsty after all. Sadly, most of the beer was used to clean him up, but he still got about a third of a bottle in there"

I groan as Frank slides the bottle out of my ass and continues his assault on my ass, now slurping the beer out of my hole. With the fear of me biting his balls gone the old man takes his thumbs out of my mouth and starts twisting my nipples once more. He says,

"Now I know you may have lost track of time, but we still have about 7 minutes till our destination"

ONLY EIGHTEEN MINUTES HAD PASSED. There was no way I was going to last; the wide variety of stimulation had resulted in the hardest erecting of my life

John continued

"Let's make things more interesting shall we. Now I'm sure I could finish you off any second if I wanted

" he gave my dick a few tugs to prove his point, sending me to the brink.

"Meaning you would lose the bet. However, I'll stop touching your dick now, but in return if we make you cum before we arrive... Then not only will your new friends be spending more time with you at the festival, but for each minute remaining we will add 1 more rule you must follow while at the festival. Otherwise we can stick to the old deal and we can see how long you hold out while I stroke your dick."

Still gagging on John's old man balls, I was unable to respond. John laughs and gives my face a light slap.

"Silly me, the little princess can't speak when her mouth is full of grandpa's balls. How about this, shake your head no if you want to continue with the old bet, or nod yes if you want the new one"

Mulling over my choices I quickly made my decision when John slowly starts to stroke my dick again, bringing me within moments of losing control. Quickly I nod my head yes. John releases my manhood and I hear a note of excitement in his voice;

"Are you sure"

as his gives my dick one final stroke.

Panicking I start to nod my head vigorously.

"Alright then, your choice"

Before I have time to think, John stuffs his nuts as far as possible down my throat and puts all his weigh on his ass. My nose is now so deep in his ass I'm practically penetrating him, and I can't get ANY air. He then uses both his hands to further pin down both my arms behind his back.

Then it happens, big man Frank releases my ass cheeks and starts to stroke my cock like a man mad. Panicking I hadn't thought things through, only John had promised not to stroke my cock, the others were still free game. Trying to resist I start to claw at Johns back, but this only encourages him to grind his ass onto my face harder. My pitiful resistance only delays things briefly...

The lack of oxygen, aggressive hand job, and most alarmingly pleasurable rim job all resulted in me having the most powerful orgasm of my life. Shooting stream after stream of semen all over my kilt until I black out. The last thing I remember is what feels like a giant rubber band being placed around my cock and balls.