Ren Faire- Part 3

Time to meet the third guy in this group, Adam. Check out the VIP discord server as well as I post some hot renaissance festival content to go with each link.

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Watching the guy in front of me scroll Instagram without abandon, I cursed myself for agreeing with the guys to put our phones in the car before heading into the festival. Robert had just passed me saying that he was going to explore, and he mentioned that Sam was flirting with one of the guys at the shop behind us. Meanwhile, I was stuck here watching some straight guy scroll through obviously fake accounts of women whose goal was to scam guys online. And, to make it worse, yet another group had cut in line ahead of me.

Checking my watch, the one digital thing that I had in this heat trap, I saw that I’d been in line for close to ten minutes, and that I probably wasn’t even any closer than when I started. Huffing and puffing, I just stuck it out and finally got up there after an eternity.

“Well good sir, what can I do for you?”

“Hey, may I please get a water and-”

“Gabriella, is that you? You look beautiful!”

The lady taking my order had suddenly turned away as she caught sight of one of her friends coming up to the booth.

“Can I get you a water before you head to your show?”

“Thanks, madame. You’re a lifesaver!”

Grabbing the last cold water for her friend, I watched as the other guy in the shop with her began refilling the cooler with waters that had just been sitting in a case in the corner this whole time. Fuck- there goes the last good thing I had going for me.

So, I snapped a bit. Not full Karen or anything- I wasn’t some boomer. I just probably ordered without extra pleases and thank yous, but that wasn’t enough. Not at this booth.

“Looks like someone is being naughty today! Everyone, do you think this squire is being a bit insolent?”

The crowd behind me, including the man who had been on his phone the whole time, all started cheering as if they knew what was about to happen. I’d learn later that they did know what was coming- it was one of the main perks of being in this line to begin with.

You see, there isn’t an official food retailer at festivals like this one. Anyone can register as a vendor, and as long as they pass inspections each week, they can sell food. So, with multiple competitors, everyone needed their hook. This stand’s hook had been in view the whole time without me even registering it.

Right beside the stand, just like the ones spread around the faire as little photo ops, was an old wooden stockade. It was up on a stand with the holes for someone’s head and both of their hands, and there was a little metal latch at the side of it once someone had been trapped. Looking at it again, I realized now why the crowd was cheering, and before I could run, the man from the booth had grabbed me by the arm and was dragging me up onto the platform. His muscular arms weren’t just for lifting cases of water- oh no, they worked perfectly to have my hands and head placed in the stockade before I could try to talk my way out of this. I was actually stunned into silence as I assumed the position, bending over at the waist to keep myself steady.

The wench from the stand had now abandoned her post as well as she came towards me, swinging a small canvas bag back and forth as she walked. The crowd didn’t care about being ignored now though because their eyes were all on me and not the turkey legs spinning on the spokes behind them.

“Sir, what is your name?”

“A-Adam,” I stuttered out.

“Well Adam, here at Vella’s Vittles, I like to keep my patrons happy.” Turning around, she faced the men in front of her. “Gents, are you feeling happy right now?”

She turned back to me after soaking up the applause.

“And to keep my patrons happy, I want to make sure that everyone is polite to who serves them their supper. So, we must occasionally teach some naughty men a lesson.”

Finally, Vella had stopped swinging the bag and reached inside to pull out a wooden paddle, not too thick but thick enough for my eyes to grow wide.

“Time for the show, boys!”

They were cheering as Vella walked behind me, and they got even louder when her paddle began rubbing slow circles around my ass. And then, without warning, she pulled the paddle back and swatted me on the ass, hard enough for me to lurch forward against the stockade but not hard enough for me to yelp. She would paddle me twice more, and I stayed quiet aside from small grunts each time. That apparently wasn’t what she wanted, and I should have just played along.

“Well boys, I think someone is trying too hard to be the macho man right now. Maybe we should break that out of them!”

The cheers grew louder now, and a crowd had begun to form with even more people stopping to watch.

“Let’s see how he likes it with one less layer of clothing between him and the paddle!”

“No!”

“And why not? Why should I grant you leniency?”

Oh no, was I going to have to say it? Could I say it?

“I, uh, I only have one layer between me and the paddle…”

I had finally found my voice, and I hoped that that would be enough for her. Leaning down to whisper into my ear, I felt Vella’s warm breath on my neck.

“Thank goodness you told me- I normally do this last trick for some extra tips at my booth. I won’t do that today though.” Breathing a sigh of relief that my torture was over, I waited as Vella stood back up and addressed the crowd. “I normally lower the naughty man’s trousers below his sitting place for one more whack, but this man is saying that he has nothing on beneath these trousers, so I can’t do that today.” The crowd was quiet now as they waited to see if they needed to get back in line or stick around. “Instead, we’re going to drop his shorts all the way to the ground!”

The cheers had reached a fever pitch, and they drowned out my protests that I shouted onto empty ears. Vella’s henchmen had his body against mine now as he reached down to untie the drawstring on my shorts easily even with me trying to buck out of his grasp. With one burly hand wrapped around me, he stood aside to let Vella pull my shorts down, slowly at first and then all at once.

How was this happening? One second, I was sweating my ass off in line, and the next, I had it exposed to almost a hundred people walking by. I tried to twist my legs around to hide my cock dangling out in the open, but there was a path on all sides of me so I was exposed no matter what I did. I’d royally fucked up, and I just had to take it now.

Relenting to the embarrassment, I just stood with my legs open wide and my cock now in full view. I just prayed that Vella would make this quick, but she didn’t. As her henchman jumped down to the ground, I saw him push a lever forward on the side of the stage, and I had to brace myself again as the stage began slowly rotating.

Now everyone, no matter if they were in the crowd or on the path, would be able to see both pairs of my red cheeks. I’d started blushing as soon as I was forced up here, and my other cheeks were red from being paddled. Beneath me, my singing cock was now getting harder from the attention, and I couldn’t even reach down to cover myself. I just hoped that my shirt would cover me up a bit, but I realized that that probably wasn’t happening.

In less than a minute, I had been completely and totally exposed, and Vella would land one last swat before the stockade stopped spinning, and I was finally able to get dressed again once released.

Pulling up my shorts as quickly as I could, which wasn’t an easy task since I was almost completely hard, I jumped off of the platform and tried to get as far away as I could. With one last glance behind me to see if I was being followed, I saw the henchmen winding the stage back up with a small crank to get ready for the next victim.

My heart was still racing even when I was out of view of Vella’s booth, and I had turned back one more time to check when I heard my name being called. Up ahead, I saw Sam coming from one direction and Robert from another.

“Wait, why are you in a kilt?”

“Is your shirt inside out?”

“Adam, are you fucking boned up right now?”

“Hey man, I’m glad I caught up with you!”

All three of us wanted answers to our questions, but we turned at the sight of the guy running up to me. It was the straight guy from the booth, and his phone was still in his hand.

“Hey, I’m glad I caught you. I doubt you have your phone with you, but I wanted to share that video. I posted it in the Ren Faire group, so you can just download it from there once you get your phone.”

My blood ran cold as I saw the video of me getting paddled on his phone, and it was posted in a GroupMe group that I was able to see the title of before he took his phone back.

“See you around, man!”

He was gone as quickly as he’d come, and I knew that I’d have to answer for him before I could figure out the wardrobe changes of Robert and Sam.

“So…”