TRIGGER WARNING: As the thumbnail says, there are blatant elements of bullying in this story. On the plus side, this exact scenario hasn't happened to literally any of you. Please be advised.

Don't Fuck With the Lifeguard

They tend to leave a few crucial pieces of advice out on a trip to the beach. One, remember the sunscreen - just because you've got fur doesn't mean you don't need it. Two, go with friends or don't go at all, unless you like laying down all day, waiting for a tan. And three, everybody's here to have fun, so don't get any naughty ideas. All this really means is to respect each other's boundaries, and don't do anything dumb.

But right now, it's a bit different for me.

I sat there with a light blue and white towel beneath my legs, bag of my stuff to the right, bottle of sunscreen in my hand and a lump in my chest, thinking that I've definitely broken two rules already. Not that there was much going on that caught my interest, anyway. Though a couple thousand visitors made it one of the more popular days on Cantanka Beach, it didn't ever bother me. It was looking like a dopey college spring break out here with all these breast-hauling women and burly dogs looking a little too hyped up to just be out here for surfing.

Hey, though, that's young people in June, for you. That's fine. They can leave the older guys for me. And the one I got my eye on would be a hell of a score. Between my line of sight and the radiant sun was the highest, milky white chair of the beach, tall like a ladder, built like a castle. Atop that chair, amidst the glimmering sunlight, sat the brilliant, swamp green scales of the most gorgeous crocodile on the face of the Earth.

I know in a heartbeat that's him: Chad Groker. Exact height, size and toothy lips I know. Every time I see him, I can't help but lick my lips. The guy's a monster. I mean, like a real monster. His huge, bulging muscles were toned to near perfection from his impossibly broad shoulders to his meaty biceps, always on display from his beach certified white muscle shirt. On his ripped thighs, draping down his wonderful calves, he's rocking some standard, red trunks, hiding an obvious bulge I've unfortunately never seen before. I promise, though, that's as disappointing as the story gets. He's honestly such a hottie that describing it in words would be a disservice. But allow me to try it anyway:

God, where do I start? I've swiped through all his social media profiles so often that it's hard to pick somewhere. But I'll be generic; this guy served as a Navy Seal for fifteen years in two different wars as an infantry soldier, then switched to an aviation rescue swimmer before getting honorably discharged for being such a god at his job. He moved here because the weather reminded him of better days, and the beach makes him think of some kind of utopian shit. Isn't that fuckin' poetic! For a guy like him, that's surprising. And somehow, he _still_managed to keep up his ultra killer body. I swear, I must've brushed through his entire Facebook, Twitter and Instagram looking for his medals, but I just can't find any pictures of them. Is he really that humble? Fuck, that'd be hot. Where was I?...Right, well, I guess he missed the seas, so he must've found out this lifeguard job and decided to exceed expectations here, too. Can't say I blame him, huh?

Working as a freelance artist leaves me with some time to gawk at him on his shifts. A couple days turned into a couple weeks, and now I've got a couple sunburns. fuck if I care, though; I wouldn't miss a day from seeing his face. Every day, I tend to find a new golden feature of his to gawk at. If I'd love his face the most on Monday, then on Tuesday I might admire his arms. Maybe Friday's a good day for his rock hard abs that could reflect a bullet. Or maybe I'd just think about his dick. But right now, it's his resting position. While his arms stayed curved in an L on the arms of the chair, his scaly tail draped down from the tower like a sloth, curling lazily around its planks. Everything this guy does reeks with masculinity, and I'm sitting here wondering, am I the only one who sees it? I can't be. Even if you're straight....

Oh god...there was that feeling. The fire rising in my center that writhes in my rib cage. I notice that I'm in over my head again and force myself to break the trance. Now, the world comes back to me: the lovely, playful waves spilling onto the shores amidst the gleeful chitchat. I whirl my head around to become more familiar. Bathing suits of every color saturate the landscape. Some guys are playing volleyball. A radio's playing some shitty hip hop song in the background. It'll probably get turned off soon. Ugh...no, it needed to be turned off.

Well, that's enough of that, I thought, averting my gaze back up to the sky, adjusting my shades. What's my baby doing?

Looking back to the chair, I thought that his tail had moved a bit, but I'm not sure. I was currently appreciating the stern look in his eyes while he peered out into the vast, blue ocean. I was a ways away, but I could still see those reptilian pupils flickering back and forth between the far ocean with all the fishing boats and back to the more populated parts with the focus of a king. Back and forth. Back and forth. Just waiting for some trouble. Waiting for that one, teensy-weensy splash in the distance that didn't look quite right. Once it happened...oh-ho-ho god, it was fucking over. I swear, whenever it happened, it was like a wax statue coming to life. One moment you'd hear the toot of his whistle, and by the time you turned around, he'd have already leapt out from that high throne of his and sprinted down to the waters, then pencil dive into them like a fuckin' champion to rush down at the speed of light, wrap his big, beautiful arms around the helpless victim, swim them up to shore, and save the day. And the whole crowd would cheer for him every single time. Every. Single. Goddamn time.

God...what a way to transition your career.

"Hey, 'scuse me, sir?" chimed in a female voice to my right.

A small tremor crossed through my spine as I turned my head to face a pudgy, disgruntled raven, wearing a fuschia, one piece swimsuit. I couldn't tell if she was scowling from the sun or from the fact that I had definitely just said that out loud.

"What's going on?" I asked anyway.

"Do you have a problem with the lifeguard?" she lectured in a condescending tone. "Or are you just staring at the sun for no reason?"

"No, no," I calmly informed her. "Don't mind me, the clouds are just really pretty."

She lingered her evil eye on me for a full five seconds. I could tell she wanted to scold me like a little kid. But I guess that was too much of a fuss, because she just did some weird grunt and turned away. Frankly, I was surprised she didn't slap me upside the head. Still, I couldn't deny, the shades weren't doing that much justice. I'll probably go blind if I look at the sun for too long.

So instead, I lay back with my arms behind my head on the towel and closed my eyes. For a while, I tried putting my mind on anything else at all through the blur, watching the colored, amorphous blobs of light in my eyelids dance in the void. Flowers...theme parks...sunshine. Ahh. Paradise. Almost.

Unfortunately, I couldn't help but notice something else. My shoulders hurt like hell. It was really distracting, actually. I couldn't help but scratch them every now and then.

Guess I missed a spot, I thought. Damn...it hurts to the touch. Wish I had an ice pack. Maybe I could get some ice from someone's cooler. Or maybe I could borrow a beer. Crack one open, get a little drunk, maybe catch Chad's attention, feel around his bulge a bit until he's blushing in my hands, growing bigger and bigger as he looks at me with that evil grin and tells me to go down on his-

AGH! I sat up with furled eyebrows, disoriented by my own lewdness. Looking around myself, I realized my fur had gotten frizzy, like someone had thrown some dry soil in it. Happens every time I get horny. As for the rock hard erection, well, I'd just have to keep that from tenting.

My heart became a rock hard diamond stuck to my insides, beating like a weights dropped on a timpani. It was no use...I couldn't take it! As it slowly unfolded, I felt the creep of alarms flow through my bloodstream, equalizing the heat of the sun. Gradually, I succumbed to the lust, and fell all the way down the rabbit hole. It was like some werewolf shit, if they were as gay as I am. Sucking my teeth, I've never felt so horny in my life.

Fucking hell..., I thought, both hands kneading the fabric of my only clothing. _God, I want him so bad. I wish he could just walk over here, throw down both of our trunks and fuck me right now, no matter who saw. Hell, they'd probably like to see it, too! It'd be a hell of a story to tell! I want to just climb up that chair, grab his junk and give him the ride of his life! Yeah, you like that Chad? Huh? You wanna cum on my face? You wanna put a leash on me? I'll do it! I'd do anything for you! ANYTHING! GOD, I WANT HIM SO FUCKING BAD! _

Well, thankfully, I didn't say that aloud. But like the eye of the storm had passed over me, it all subsided. No, not subsided...revitalized. Born into something new. What it left made a mischievous lump creep across my heart. Almost...intrinsic. I couldn't even hide it in my face. The passion and the anticipation for what I was about to do filled my eyes like a pair of contact lenses, and pulled my lips up in a curve. No doubt about it...this was the single most rotten idea I had ever conceived.

I peered deeply into the ocean blue, far beyond the joyful play of the swimmers, towards the white fishing boats and rich kids atop colorful jet skis. It wasn't safe for anybody to swim here, so nobody was allowed to do it. Their constant movement cut up the water into white fissures that dissipated back into blue. It seemed to cover a lot of ground, too.

But not quite enough to hide a humble mistake.

My body was moving by its own, pushing off the towel and walking towards the shoreline. I really had thought of pretending to drown myself for him, once or twice...but of course, never convinced myself to try it. But now? I wasn't even in this dimension. I pulled my erect penis to the side of my waistband for concealment. The things I would've done differently had I realized all the guys I used to fuck were all just practice for him...now wasn't the time to think about that. The plan was simple: one quick pretend drown in the deep end, he notices, he rescues me. I give him my utmost thanks, we talk, he's sexy so I throw some hints, we meet up at the bar, talk about each other's lives, share a beer, and in no time at all, I'd make him into my king. If it doesn't work out, then at the very least, I'd be back to normal. By the time I had worked this out in my head, my feet had already touched the puddles of ocean water packed within the browning sand.

The water submerged my ankles, then to my knees, and before I knew it, my hips. It chilled my erection away, but didn't stop me at all. Maybe the sharp ground would've, but my sandals protected me from stepping on any seashells or corals. Maybe the surrounding people would've, but I pushed straight through them. The closest I got to changing my mind was the thought that my phone was probably in my pocket, but at the time, I was willing to gamble that I had left it in the bag. Phones can be replaced, love can't. I was on a mission, dammit! Stick to it! As stepping became harder, I felt the gravity around me loosen while the water rose to my chest.

Once the next wave brushed by my face, I swelled my lungs with more oxygen than I've ever taken in my life and swiftly ducked into the salty water. The sunglasses on my face flew off me on impact beyond my line of vision, as I had to keep my eyes closed in the water. They're elsewhere now; no matter, I needed to be further. My cheeks were pinched and my entire face scrunched as I waded further into nowhere, praying that the tide was not turning me another way. I was afraid that a surfer would bump me on the head by accident with the fin of his board, but it never happened.

Slowly but surely, the muffled crowds became distant. Whenever my legs couldn't take it, I'd paddle my arms faster. If my arms were tired, I'd try a new stroke. Halfway through I lost my left sandal, but I never turned back around. Whatever it takes to get my hands on that crocodile!

And before I knew it, there was nothing but silence. When I turned my head back to see a blue landscape, I knew that I was far enough. I could laugh at how easy that was! With the last ounce of my breath, I spread my arms apart like wings, elevated myself as far up as possible, and pushed myself towards the surface. I emerged in a fit of panic, as the quaint tranquility of the waters was immediately replaced with the roaring of boat engines. How could anything be so loud? Perhaps I had driven out too far. But I was unable to afford dwelling on it, as I rotated my body towards the mouth of the beach. One shot:

"Help! Help! I'm drowning!" I yelled, flailing my arms like the insane fuck that I was. But I saw the white speedboat to the right of me head in my direction, I gasped hard, thankfully giving me oxygen to dive back in again.

I looked above me to see the turbulence of its force, nowhere near me. In my head, I was sighing. All I had to do now was wait. My perception was nothing but positivity and hopefulness as I let myself sink backfirst into nowhere. The pressure around my ears was immense while I tried to enjoy the peace, and the floatiness I felt throughout my body. It was like a dream. And it was so close to coming true! I know it hurts, but I couldn't help it. I opened up my eyes to look above me....

And that's when I realized the nightmare I put myself in.

No clear light shone above me to guide my way as I opened my eyes, and when I turned to look behind me, it was twice as dark as above. This was far worse than any deep end I had expected, sending a wave of panic through my entire body. Worse still, that scream from the surface left me with little breathing room - literally - as I whipped my arms upward, towards a faded opening.

Goosebumps were all over my body, counting all the regrets I've made. I thrashed around desperately, propelling myself upward, wanting so badly to call out for help. Though I hadn't fallen that far, it looked twenty feet up. The electric dance of light on the surface water was in my sight, but it was fading, shrinking, taunting me. I could feel my weakness spread throughout my body as the world became darker and darker. Arms tired and beaten, I saw the bubbles rise from my upper lip, slowly beginning to give up. And just like that, I lost my right sandal.

Oh my fucking god, I thought while I felt my body lower again. Is this it?...Is this really how I go?! I can't believe I just-

Cold and falling fast, I was becoming indifferent. I tried to think of what I'd say to God, but something was louder than my train of thought. Through the near deafness of the atmosphere, there was an ominous stirring in the distance. My faint, faded exterior could only drift my head to the side to see what it was. Was it the light? No. The sparks returned to my faltering senses, as all my attention was surrendered to the blur of green headed my way.

The shape was exploding into muffled swipes of bubbles and cyan streaks of liquid, like wind propellers thrown into vats of honey. I had just enough reality left in me to prepare myself for what was about to happen. Just like that, my cold, frailed up body had been snatched with incredible force, and in an instant, I was cradled within the large arms of my lover.

It was like all my dreams had come true at once. My face was pressed firmly into his pecs, ear to his chest so every corner of my skull reverberated with his healthy heartbeat. One large, athletic arm was wrapped tightly around my chest while the other one around my waist, assuming dominance over the little movement I could muster. No gestures exchanged, we began to move upwards. Though my lungs were on fire, my heart leapt like a kangaroo, feeling those strong legs of his kick behind me while we ascended in a flurry of bubbles, cutting through the water like paper. The darkness was dissipating like all my fears of dying, as the last bit of my muscular strength allowed for a look up at his huge, curvaceous jaw, and a peaceful smile at the sight of it.

When we emerged like a couple of lost dolphins, I had to pretend to go limp. Once blood started circulating again, I got fired up from his embrace, hearing him grunt smoothly to himself while he brought me to the shore, taking in deep gulps of air. God, I wanted to join him, but I had to keep up the act. I still felt like I wasn't performing out my weakness hard enough, so to remedy that, I buried my face into his pecs. I can't believe I'm telling the truth when I say that. Dear lord, what a hunk! He smelled like salt and musk, but I never told him that.

It had only been less than a minute before he took one arm away from me for some reason. We certainly weren't close to the shore, but it looks like he already got somewhere. For the first time with him, I felt startled. I still couldn't open my eyes, but I knew we were going somewhere. Suddenly, I felt both of us elevate at a stepladder's pace.

Turns out, I wasn't far off; with just three steps up a metal ladder, my body was tossed onto a flat floor, still burning hot from the blazing sunlight. Though its warmth made me realize how cold I still was as I spilled out all the water in my fur like a stomped-on sponge. As to what this place was, my mind was completely blank. But I wasn't about to open my eyes just yet. I felt a thud on the ground next to me, and I knew something magical was about to happen.

Just like that, I felt him right where I needed him. It was like rebirth when I felt his spacious lips press against mine, breathing new life into my lungs and forcing it out, filling me with the warmth that I didn't have. Goosebumps invaded me from my skin to my soul while he landed kiss after kiss into my unstained face. While I never truly felt like I was dying at all in that moment, I would be far worse than a simple fool to have said it to him. My make out session with the man of my dreams is a self-fulfilling plot, as his hasty rhythm fell into a poignant connection with my inner angel, yet held back in the shackles of its own desires. I couldn't spoil the plan. Not now. Never.

He was done too soon, just when I was feeling safer and warmer than I had ever in my life. The afterglow made me realize that I still didn't know where I was. Maybe I did die, and this was Heaven. Maybe he wouldn't pull away once I opened my eyes.

All right, I thought. Here goes....

I opened them and whirled my head from place to place as I lay there in place. I still didn't know where I was, though, I could tell that this definitely wasn't Heaven. To my left was a slightly upward curved area of wooden ground, and to my right was a superstructure with bulletproof windows and walls as white as the raised edges that surrounded me. He had dropped me off on one of the fishing boats instead of the shore! I couldn't believe my naivete...of _course_he did. He must have known how serious this was.

I turned my head up to the sky, and finally saw him standing above me, one and a half times my size, all in glistening scales like immaculate artwork. Soaked from his see through muscle shirt under his massive, crossed arms to his clawed feet, he glared at me with an expression I couldn't comprehend.

"You all right, dude?" Chad asked in a deep, gruff voice. The first words he's ever spoken to me! I was certainly so.

"You saved my life!" I coughed, vibrated in physical weakness on the deck, trying to perfect my half-performance-half-actually-kind-of-grasping-to-life act. "Holy shit! Thank god you saw me! I would've been dead without you!"

"All right, all right, kid," he grumbled, still frozen in place. "I get it all the time."

"Yeah, I know, but I have to give you credit where credit is due!" I was still gasping for breaths between the compliments, but it wasn't as bad as time went on. "You're so strong and talented!"

"It's just my job," he asserted with his palm out, "no need to rub it in."

"Yeah, but how can I ever repay you?!" I blurted, resisting the urge to joke-not-joke about rubbing his junk on my face. "I could take you out somewhere, if you want!"

But when I expected a typical humble response, it didn't come. Maybe I was too fast with it. I hoped that wasn't the case. A snort rolled out his great snout, as his lip seemed to curve back mysteriously.

"Actually," he pondered, scratching his chin, "that's the problem I've got with you...."

My baby then circled my supine body, still chin scratching, slowly while he glared an eye down at me. There was a prominent look of disdain in his eye, but there was no reason to be like that.

"What's with the menacing look, hun?" I asked after a moment of silence, now with normally functioning lungs. "You don't have to be like th-"

"You _used_me," he growled, which shocked me to my very core after it set in. "And don't ever call me that again."

"Now, now, calm down," I cooed half pleadingly. "All I did was swim too far forward. It was an honest mistake, I promise! If anything, you should be glad that-"

"You were out with the boats, punk," he snarled aggressively, pointing a finger out to the deep sea. "That was no accident. If I wasn't warned of this, you could've killed yourself!"

My pupils dilated. "Warned?"

It made me elevate to my feet, still shaking while I got up, now surrounded in a ring of water Chad had left behind. But it was too much, and I started to stumble as I found that my body was too weak.

"Easy there!" He was quick to grab onto my far shoulder and my right hip. Feeling his scales on my body at last, I giggled a bit. "What's so funny?" I didn't answer, and just kept giggling to myself.

He exhaled in a groan-y fashion, but I was too busy pretending to be weak to apologize. Besides, I wasn't sorry. I was brought over to the captain's deck and leaned against the wall, now in a dark shade as it ran perpendicular to the sun. All that lie in front of me were blue skies, a couple of further sailboats, and a hot stud in a wet tank top and swim trunks glaring me down.

"Dude, I don't know what the fuck is up with you," he admitted while he held me shoulder first to the wall, gesturing me with his other palm out. "Are you on bath salts right now? You're, like, the craziest person I've ever seen."

"What?" I tried, beaming. I tried hard to go easy on him, but this was just ridiculous. "Babe, it's not like I wanted to drown."

"Don't fucking call me that. I'm not your babe."

"Hey, I should be able to call you what I want after you just saved my life."

"You'd think nobody wants to drown...."

"Huh?"

"You realize where we are, right?" he questioned, now with a hint of rigor in his glare.

"What?" I asked again. "Uh...a fishing boat, right?"

"No, you jackass, they're camera systems," he affirmed, sending a sudden chill down my spine. "They've only got one guy per shift. I can't catch everything myself, so they record anyone who tries to cross the line. It's for legal reasons."

"Pfft," I smirked, slapping the air. "Listen, gorgeous, I don't believe you for a second. You're the one setting me up."

"Stop it." Chad raised his head, jutting his eyes to the wall. "Just look behind you."

I did what he asked, not expecting much. The wall behind me had a window that I hadn't noticed before due to the bulletproof shading. I peered harder through it, and it wasn't long until I found what he meant. This was actually the captain's deck! Though as I looked closer, it was anything but - all that was inside were machineries, pistons pumping up and down as lights flickered between the haphazardly tangled wires and gears turning viciously.

But I still wasn't convinced as I turned back to him. "Okay, beautiful, no driver. You got me there. I still don't believe you recorded me, though."

"Jesus christ, you're a tough one," he grumbled. "We have the ships out here for a reason."

"It's gotta be for something else."

"We could make this a whole lot easier if-"

"Who would put a camera lens on the side of a boat, anyway?"

"You're pissing me off."

"Who the hell records the ocean, anyways? People piss in it all the time and no one cares. Swim too far once, and-"

"That's the most ridiculous argument I've ever heard."

"Yeah?" I started getting testy, aggravated that he wouldn't call my bluff. "What would you even do if you recorded me, huh? Show the police? How 'bout my parents?"

"Well, I'd probably get you kicked off the beach for taking advantage of me," he mentioned.

"C'mon, big guy, I would've thought you'd be bigger than that," I leaned in with a cocky grin.

My expressiveness didn't phase him. "You're about ten seconds from me calling the-"

"-the swat team?" I cut him off, putting my finger in his face, finally feeling all the strength come back. Then I waved my hands from side to side saying, "'Ohhh noooo! I'm gonna get swatted!' Stop being such a fraud! You don't control me!"

"Really?" he asked, still deadpan.

"Yeah!" I tilted my head at him. "I'll tell everybody you rescued me, and we'll both walk away just fine. That's it. That's the whole story! What are you gonna do about it?"

Chad promptly gripped his hands on either side of my trunks and instantly tore it in two pieces, then overhead tossed them into the ocean behind him.

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...

"Holy fuck!" I finally stuttered, covering my junk before him. "Why did you-"

He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Does this mean I control you now?"

"Uh...n-no!" I stammered, looking him in the eye. "I'm still a free man! I'm okay! I...oh, forget it! Cut the bullshit and tell me you've got some extra clothes on this boat!"

A smile crept over his otherwise deadpan guise. "Nope."

My body instantly felt fragile as my mouth fell open. "B-but I can't go back onto the beach naked!" I protested. "That's public indecency!"

"Does it look like I give a fuck?" He shrugged again, noticeably enjoying my shame. "You didn't listen to me. Now you're gonna have to be naked in public. That's what you deserve. Now, get in the water with me."

"Come on, man!" I pleaded. "That doesn't even make sense! What will the people think?"

"That you lost your suit? It happens." Chad grinned, raising his tone. "Why can't you just enjoy the breeze? Come on, it's nice out."

"No, I'm serious, Chad, I can't go out there like that," my tone lowered as my body felt more flustered with every passing minute. "Can't we make some kind of bargain? I'll do anything."

He was looking more interested by the minute. "Anything?"

"Yes! Please!" I pleaded louder. "I'll do anything!"

Chad laughed to himself under his breath, looking me straight in the eye. I could tell that he was planning something, but I didn't know what. Would I have to swim for the two pieces of my trunks? Would I have to do some sort of errand for him? Fuck, was a side quest about to pop up? I didn't know.

"All right, then," he crooned, placing his meaty hands on his hips. "Suck my dick."

My entire system collapsed, nearly turning to liquid right before his eyes.

I screamed in my head, Chad is ACTUALLY GAY?!

My god. Those words. Those. Three. Words. If he had any idea how much they meant to me, we would have done it by now. After that, there was no composure to keep in front of the guy. It didn't exist.

"You...you want me to suck your dick?" I reiterated, then quickly realized something else. "Wait, you don't have STD's, do you?"

"Hell no," he expressed, then eyed me intently. "but I do got thirteen inches."

That made me snicker. No, he doesn't. I have to thank him for alleviating the composure part, though. That was unbearable.

"All right, sure," I smiled and shook my head. "So long as I get some pants back."

"Sure thing," he nodded, actually looking sincere. "Suck me off, and I'll swim back and get a pair of trousers for you. I'll even get your size. You can stay on the boat the whole time. We clear?"

I nodded, though it was probably more furiously than I intended. "All right...um...let's get this going...!"

"All right, now open wide," he aggressively teased, bellowed a couple laughs at me. "Just so you know, I like to call my sluts what they are while they're at it."

After that, I quickly found out how much it hurts to drop to your knees faster than the rest of you could get prepared. It wasn't the heartfelt day that I wanted that ended with a nice date night and a bottle of wine, but hell if I wouldn't just go with it anyway. I don't know if he thought I was being sarcastic before with all the remarks or he really thought I was gay, but either way, we were actually doing it! My heart nearly jumped straight out of my chest and make a boat of its own to sail away as I watched him undo the strings on his bathing suit. Just his sly grin alone enraged the butterflies in me, but this was a whole 'nother world of nervousness. His thumbs slid into the nape of the fabric, holding it there just to see how I'd react. Then, all at once, down they came - and I squealed like a bitch as his genitals came free.

To say I was instantly, viciously turned on by his enormous penis would be an understatement. I shouldn't even call it a penis. That thing was a cock. The long, tan wad of meat hung halfway down his thigh and wriggled around just on the impact of it being let out, boasting a mushroom head so thick that it looked like a joke. And his balls? Holy shit. They hung down from his scrotum like two huge anchors, easily the size of apples alone. Maybe I'm overreacting a bit, but I don't think I am. Chad was packing fucking heat. The thought that it was all mine made me tremble on the ground, hardly believing what I was seeing.

"Well?' he asked impatiently, crossing his arms and tantalizing me with his arrogant smirk. That same one I loved so much. He wiggled his hips from side to side for a second, making it flop around a bit more between his inner thighs, swaying in the wind. I lost my breath and got hard instantly. "Hop to it."

I didn't say a word. Fuck, I didn't even nod. My hands were magnets to his immense length, grabbing a hold of them like a rope over a cliff. Still wet from the ocean, it wasn't hard at all to continuously get a good motion, rubbing my hands up and down that huge thing. Honestly, it felt like Christmas morning on how much there was to play with. While I jerked his flaccid dick, I brought my mouth to his head, circling my tongue around the bulbous head, getting him all nice and slick for the deal. Whenever I tried to look up at him, he always seemed to be giving me the same evil grin, coaxing me to get back to work, but little did he know that it wasn't so evil to me.

I don't think my hands ever touched his pelvis the whole time I milked this thing. Even while he was flaccid, he was a goddamn monster. And as it filled up with blood the longer I tugged at it, I felt it writhe from my delicate hands to my puckered lips, which were now fastened securely around the swelling head, licking it like I was making it clean. The smooth skin and veins felt incredible within my palms, having so much to play with at once. Clearly he was liking it, too. His meat was becoming dense, like a balloon filled with water, as my grasp jostled and fought with its expanding girth.

"Ugh...that's it, you little bitch," he moaned from above. "Now, play with my balls. I wanna get hard."

What did he say before? Thirteen inches?! Fuck, I couldn't even question it with what was in my mouth. As for his balls, I didn't even know where to start with them, but I figured I'd just wing it as I go. Just looking at their huge mass was a challenge. How the fuck did he ever walk around with those things?! I kept the head of his cock in my mouth as I freed both hands from his shaft for his girthy scrotum, amazingly only being able to fit one testicle in each palm. Until now, I never would've thought crocodile ballsacks would have been so malleable. They were cold to the touch, but was riddled with tiny scales that overall made holding them feel like fondling smooth stones in a bag of lava lamp liquid. My instant addiction became curling my fingers in and out of the soft patch of skin while I suckled on his tip, pressing my tongue hard against the bottom of his head, eyeing him back to keep getting harder.

"Hah...damn," he breathed, bucking his hips a bit while he completed his erection. "Just like that...."

Finally he was there, and god, was it was overwhelming. This guy's full erection looked like some kind of joke. I felt like I was three miles away from his pelvis. The shaft alone was about as thick as my wrist, and the head was completely stuffed in my mouth like a giant grape, leaking its sweet juice out the tip.Man...he really wasn't kidding about his size. That was a thirteen inch cock in my mouth, and there was no mistaking it. I still can't find the words to describe how good it felt to blow something of such ridiculous proportions, feeling his crocodile skin in the walls of my mouth. I salivated and whirled my tongue, trying my best to please his superior manfood. Asserting my hands back to his shaft again for more support, I sucked hard like a vacuum on his tip, trying to get him to moan out loud. But right when I thought I was doing this shit right, my teeth brushed his head.

"No teeth, you amateur!" He yanked his own boner from my mouth and slapped me across the left cheek. It waggled in the air as he whipped it away. Just seeing that thing stick out horizontally to me made it look like he was carrying around a spear.

"I'm sorry, Chad!" I gasped. "I didn't mean it! Honestly! You're just so big...."

"Try again, you little whore!" he yelled, grabbing the top of my head and shoving it back into my mouth. "And do it right this time!"

His head poked the back of my throat on the initial thrust, but I wasn't gonna let the gag affect the blowjob. God help me if I actually bit down on him. Having no room to properly suck, I resorted to bobbing my head up and down his wideness, though I could only fit about five inches of his dick in my mouth in total. The head was dangerously close to sliding down my throat, so for a shred of modesty I brushed my tongue across as many edges as I could. Nearly suffocating on his massive member, all I could hope at this stage was that my hands stroking his shaft was enough to complement it.

"Mmmph...damn, you're actually pretty good at this," he murmured, petting my head, much to my excitement. "Suckin' on my cock out in the open...you like that, don't you?"

Like he expected me to answer. I was currently trying not to die on this thing. But his enjoyment was showing full and true, boasting a brilliant grin that burned into my brain forever while I gazed up at him and sucked harder, giving tiny squeezes to his balls when he least expected it. He really thought this was humiliation, didn't he? How silly of him. He'd have to try a lot harder than that.

I was doing a damn good job of pleasing him, if I do say so myself. That cock didn't stand a chance. The look on his face when he knew it, too, was an image that'll always stay in my mind. Oh, the way his eyelids snapped shut and he murmured his groans under his breath. Beautiful! And judging from the way his length tensed all of a sudden, I knew exactly why he was acting like that. My hands jerked him like crazy right at the end there, stroking him from the base to the tip while he approached his climax, fully hardening in my mouth.

He gave no warning whatsoever other than an elongated groan as the tip burst with his semen. My throat became a basin for it as I began to gag around his shaft excessively, vigorously fighting for dear oxygen through my nostrils, yet holding it together like a champion of dick sucking I was. My tongue was on fire from the heat of his flesh and fluids, radiating heat in a beautiful way.

God damn, he loved that, I thought. He should have me around more often.

I waited for him to go down, but he just didn't. Not even a little bit. Chad didn't even pull out. His cock was still as hard as ever.

It wasn't over.

"Ahhhh, yeah!" Chad suddenly screamed in ecstasy, clasping his giant hands around my torso to bash me up against the wall as he jammed his persistent erection further into my mouth. My eyes bugged as I was baffled, caught completely off guard with my bare butt against the wall as he gave me the throat-fucking of a lifetime. He had the stamina of an actual Egyptian god as his length penetrated my neck like it was nothing, relentlessly fucking my mouth apart while he held me in place like a toy. With no care for my well being, saliva and cum spilled out from the sides of my lips, eroding them sufficiently as his hardness rammed into me over and over again. Every time I moaned into him, more spit came tumbling out, my head merely a fleshlight - a gagging, lustful, regretless one, equipped with a throat that wrapped him with efficient tightness, turning every shade of red and purple while my own erection raged down below.

My eyes probably showed some sort of mercy, but his energetic smile was showing no signs of caring. His slick, drenched pipe was making impossibly wet noises in the tight grip of my flesh, and I still wonder to this day how good it must've felt. Thinking this, I had the sudden urge to grab a hold of his balls again. I fondled them while Chad huffed and grunted with each thrust, fully succumbing to the facefuck, itching me to play with them harder. When I looked up at him, he seemed to be in total bliss.

" Yeahhh, take it, you fuckin' slut!" he commanded loudly. "Choke on this big dick!"

If only he knew how much I was; oxygen was a fucking luxury. All my senses were overshadowed by the overwhelming taste of his manhood, its huge head giving me a second Adam's apple as it rammed again and again down my throat like trying to fit a baseball through a drinking straw. The longer he enjoyed it, the harder he bucked, slapping the scales of his pelvis against my snout, huge orbs slamming my chest like wrecking balls at work. At first, I thought it would've never ended, still at a loss for almost any sort of breath. But when his huffs became higher and his boner started to feel like an actual bone, I knew it wouldn't be much longer.

"Oh, fuck!" he yelled, shoving himself all the way in, physically suppressing my moan from escaping. I closed my eyes tight as I felt his head slam into the bottom of my neck, bracing myself for the drowning I'd surely receive.

Every sense in my body exploded when he came again, this time with a more powerful eruption than before. It felt like my entire torso was vibrating with glee in the force of his dick, new and old semen spilling and bubbling across the borders of my mouth, painting them like a portrait of promiscuity. He left himself in there for a solid four of five seconds just cumming into my throat, denying me of any breathing whatsoever as I was forced to drink it all. Above, I could see his face tensing and contorting with that arrogant posture, no regrets on his face at all. Thankfully, for my sake, it wasn't much longer after that before he exhaled and pulled it all out, finally allowing me to inhale as I dropped into the fetal position on the ground.

What a fucking ride.

"Ahhh, god," Chad breathed, letting his goopy member drip onto the deck and hang in the open air as it descended. "I've gotta admit, you've got a damn good mouth for a total dumbass."

Okay, not a fan of the after-sex insult. But I was far too sore to tell him that. A little scared, too, not gonna lie...that was something else. Sorry, but I'm not the type of guy to talk someone down after he just got done throat-fucking me with a thirteen inch wang. Not really my thing. Though, I at least had enough mental strength to question one thing.

"We didn't...talk...about sloppy seconds," I mustered between coughs.

He snorted. "All we agreed on is that you'd suck my dick."

I probably had some kind of counter argument in mind, but I was still coughing up fluids on the deck, recovering from the beating I just took. My insides felt like sandpaper glazed with his juices, but I wasn't about to fight back now. I'm not gonna lie...it was pretty hot. But we still had a deal to settle. I brought myself to my feet, and a few mocking noises passed through his roguish grin as I did.

"Aww, how cute," Chad chuckled as he glared down at my body. "The little cumslut got a boner."

My head dropped, seeing that I was still rock hard. I inhaled through my nostrils as I splayed both hands out over the tip, covering it only from his perspective.

"Take your hands away," he commanded, separating my forearms with a single paw, exposing me again. "It doesn't mean shit."

I blushed hard, giving him needy eyes signifying a betrayal of some sort, but I still did what he said and left them to my side. "Okay, but we had a deal. I sucked you off. Twice. I want some shorts, now."

Chad stared me down for a moment, still laughing under his breath at the fact that he made me naked. But after it subsided, he just looked lost in thought. In fact, he certainly was. Pulling his bathing suit up over his grimy dick, he uttered one last taunting word that sent a lightning bolt down my spine:

"Nah."

His mocking tone was as high as his ego as the ominous crocodile walked into the blinding light of the sun reflecting off the wooden deck, seeming to ignore me while I tried to process what he just said.

"Wh...what?!" I shouted, but quickly coughed again. "But...but we made a promise!"

"True," he shrugged, side eyeing me. "but you can't get 'em if we're out here. I gotta take you to the store."

"You said you would-" I started, sounding whiny in disbelief.

He disappeared behind the captain's nest's walls, beyond my perspective. It was like a deadpan ghost had taken over his soul and corrupted him into a being of no mercy. It made me wonder where the times went. Hadn't I known he was a little on the aggressive side? Did he realize what he was doing? I wasn't sure of it. But I don't think I'd ever find out, as he returned, one hand behind his back.

"Don't worry, there's one nearby," he grabbed a hold of my wrist with the other one before I could even reply, leading me back towards the shining, metal ladder. I was resistant, pulling away from his tough embrace, begging him to reconsider. But he wasn't listening at all, and his might was far too strong for me as he practically dragged me towards the edge of the ship. When I got even louder, he started feeling even less contempt, and instead bellowed some tough words of encouragement:

"Come on, pretty boy, you've gotta get home eventually!"

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It was the most unpleasant skinny dip of my entire life. I missed my trunks. I missed my sunglasses. I missed my sandals. The water was frigid against my bare, furry skin, and though it shriveled up my genitals as usual, it felt far more painful this time. Latched onto the right paw of Chad swimming me to the surface, back to the sandy plains of countless visitors, it felt like I was being dragged to some weird medieval punishment. the feeling of being naked never felt so wrong. That anticipation from when the watery floor became coarse to the touch and the commotion returned to the atmosphere was one more intimidating than Chad could ever be. But despite all the buildup, the whole trip only felt like a couple of seconds.

My breathing accelerated with the more individuals we swam past, all completely unaware of my nudity. God - if I had just kept my mouth shut from earlier, none of this would have ever happened! But it's not like I ever expected this to happen. I couldn't close my eyes, 'cause I knew I'd need them eventually. We were almost at the shore, and I was growing as heated as the sun's rays off the fine sand. Just was we were approaching it, Chad turned his head back to mine, looking like he really meant it.

"Ready?" he asked politely, though it was easy to hear the cruelty in his voice. I gulped and just nodded to him. I had been in denial about it for a while, but he wasn't gonna turn me around. As we passed over the last swimmable part of the ocean, he stood up, still holding my wrist, and began to walk me. I had no choice but to follow him, shivering as I put my left hand over my soft genitals, stepping over a minefield of rocks and seashells on the ocean floor. And in an instant, the impossible was done. My naked, fully red body was brought out of the ocean and into the open world like a metaphor for birth in front of a countless crowd of people stretching for miles in both directions.

Fuck, I really picked the wrong time to go, I thought, teeth clenching while I eyed the vastness of the population. At least I'm just a guy on the beach, right? Everybody loses their trunks. He'll just take me to the store, we'll all have a good laugh, and then-

"Attention, everybody on the beach!" Chad's voice screeched incredibly loud, sounding strangely mechanical.

I whirled my head up to him to see what it was. I was instantly slack-jawed at the object by his lips. Where the hell did he get a megaphone?!

"There is no need to be alarmed!" he yelled into it, drawing in the attention of countless curious eyes, all slowly becoming silent. "I'm just here to make an announcement! The man you saw drowning is perfectly fine! He is right here by my side, completely safe! Unfortunately, it was at the cost of his trunks, so I'm gonna have to ask you all to please be very gentle with him! Thank you, and have a wonderful day at the beach!"

With a swipe of his finger down the switch on the side, the red and white device was turned off. All at once, the vast crowds erupted into a flurry of cheers towards his direction, blocking out the sound of the peaceful waves with a barrage of hands clapping, barking, shouting, and most embarrassingly, wolf whistling.

My heart was like a hole that pumped itself across my whole system while all the humiliation hit me at once. Curling up and gritting my teeth, I tried to cover up my body as best as I could, but the total embarrassment was absolutely staggering. All eyes on deck were staring straight at him, and if they were staring at him, they were staring at me, the nude guy who had just been rescued from certain death. Like if my shower was a fish bowl to my entire town, I breathed sharply as I saw my options float away, pivoting to the side to help hide my dick with my thigh, Chad chuckling at me as I tried. It only just now dawned on me how much of a twig I really looked like next to him. I had just seen his dick, and now everybody's basically seeing mine. If only they knew what had really went on....

Being walked to the lifeguard chair naked in public made my envy for him impossibly worse. I stared at his wet tank top and trunks, wishing dearly that they were on me as I covered myself and blushed furiously. Sometimes he'd make expressive motions or yelp to imply a victory cheer, but those clearly weren't his real intentions. For each time he'd do it, more heads would turn, and I'd get a new barrage of reactions, all ranging from absolute revolt to pure, unmitigated hilarity. Most of the young folks in the water were losing their shit just looking at me. Screaming inside, I looked back and just tried to play it cool, praying that they'd just look away and go about their own days, but knowing it wasn't gonna be like that.

At one point, I looked around too much and accidentally stepped in somebody's sandcastle that they had left out in the open. I swear to god, I've never heard a shittier reason to laugh, but they did - in groups of all ages, from random corners of my peripherals. While I was taunted from all around me, I got a pat on the back from my alleged boyfriend for that - then he yelped into the sky again, and I was back to being humiliated. Of course, though, nobody caught on, and I'd have to get used to that.

The lifeguard's tall chair was parked near the threshold of where people lay across their multicolored towels adjacent to their bags and belongings to the mouth of the beach, and we were walking towards it. Thankfully, it was only a couple of yards from where we left off. And by a couple, I mean ten. Or thirty. My memory's a little blurry. When we approached near it, for some reason I expected Chad to have a spare pair of trunks for me. Maybe they'd be his size, but I'd take it. Instead, he just tossed the megaphone near one of its wooden posts, and kept walking parallel to it.

"Hey, hey, wait," I demanded. "I thought you had some trunks in there!"

"I said we'd go to the store, you dumbass," he mumbled down to me. "Listen to me next time."

"Yeah, yeah, look, I know, I know, but...this is a tough situation for me, and-"

"Shut the fuck up," he snarled. "If you didn't want this to happen, you shouldn't have tried to drown yourself. Now, I decide your punishment!"

"O-okay...." I stammered. "What'll it be?"

"You _thought_you could take advantage of me," Chad answered almost immediately as I silently dreaded his next sentence, "so now, I think we're gonna go for a walk. How does that sound?"

A mixture of disappointment, anger, humiliation and fear all boiled inside me at once, but couldn't create a spark if it was poured on a king sized electrical outlet. His iron grip around my wrist easily told me that he wasn't about to change his mind. I wanted to protest. I wanted to scream. But since no response would help, I just gulped and let him have his way. This time, I couldn't even tell if he was smiling.

"Good," he simply stated. "I'll be nice to you."

By that he meant that he'd keep his arm around my shoulder instead of my wrist.

My heart rate was surely higher than 190. With not even so much as a sandal on my foot, he happily strolled me along the coastline, taking long, slow steps to present me in front of as many beachgoers as he could find. One by one, every last one of them would see me, hands covering my genitals while my sullen guize distracted itself from reality. Any time someone questioned him, he just told them that he was leading me over to my belongings, and I wasn't allowed to tell them they were in the other direction. In fact, I wasn't allowed to say anything at all. I was lost in a constant state of embarrassment while slowly but surely, every last soul on the beach saw me completely naked. It was completely, utterly mortifying.

"Y'know," he mumbled to me amidst the laughter, "if I were in your position, I'd be swingin' my dick around."

"Yeah...I know...." I answered.

"I'd probably get laid in a couple of steps," he teased. "It wouldn't be hard."

"I know...."

"But instead, you're the one naked in public. How does that make you feel?"

I didn't answer.

"Welp, guess it must be that good!" he shrugged, patting me on the shoulder. I was completely out of words to tell him.

Sometimes Chad would have a friend chilling out in the masses, and he'd shout across to them to say hi. He'd then force me to hold a conversation with them, and every time, it was like a punch to the gut. One thing he definitely did on purpose was ending every chat by asking for the time. I'd count the minutes passing by when they did...fifteen minutes...thirty...forty-nine...and in the slowest process of my life, it turned to sixty-eight minutes of pure, relentless public humiliation. I was almost impressed. No matter what, he always kept the same impression in their heads; he was the hero, and I was the scared victim. Well, they at least got one thing right. And for that, I was given an ounce of sympathy - but only an ounce. At the end of the day, I know for a fact that a solid twenty percent of anybody who saw us didn't break eye contact for a long, long time. It always left me wondering if they were secretly taking pictures of my bare ass as I walked by. What if Chad would see that coming and spank me for the video? What if he'd force me to unconceal myself? It never happened, but it constantly irked me.

I dug my toes into the sand with each step by the ninety-sixth minute mark. Hundreds of people saw me naked, and I saw at least seven or eight phones get raised at me. Though, it was probably a lot more than that. Most of the time, I was looking down, leaving the watchers to scan my body rather than the other way around. Meanwhile, I could tell from his body language that Chad was having the time of his life. He acted as though this was purely consensual, nevermind the fact that my body was literally shaking in his half embrace. Periodically, I squeaked into his ear that I get it and I just wanted to go to the store. But it was clear that he wasn't listening for one second. The best I got from him was a shrug. So I walked. And I whimpered. And walked. And whimpered. And walked.

Until the moment he came to a stop at a random part of the beach. While he was looking out into the spectating crowd, I saw his eyes alight at the sight of four particularly busty vixens - all looking about the ages of nineteen to twenty-three - giving him the same, certain kind of look. Eyebrows skewed, eyelids slightly down...whatever you're probably picturing is right. It's _that_kind of look. And you know a guy like Chad would latch onto that shit _instantly. _

"Hey, ladies!" he yelled heroically, my face contorting at his volume. "How's it going?"

I guess he's bi, then, I thought.

The youngest one squealed, but the other three older ones held their cool. The way they were lined up was like a hierarchy of sexual college experience. Their nearby ice cooler of beers pretty much confirmed that for me. The second oldest one had her iPhone out, vertically pointing towards our direction with her thumb pressed down on the lower end of it.

"Hi!" the youngest one wailed.

"You're cute!" the next youngest one called.

"Can we get a picture with you?" asked the one with the phone out.

"Sure thing!" he called, which instantly sealed their attention. They rushed down to his position, breasts bouncing around in their blue, pink, yellow and green bikinis, in that order. Did they even notice I was there?

Well, if they didn't, they were about to. Because the moment they were done weaving through the sunbathers and baskets, kicking sand in a couple of eyes along the way, they ran straight up to him, and I instantly realized what he'd do.

"Why don't we have my rescuee take the shot?" Chad suggested, pointing over to me.

I thought, Is that even a word?

The vixen in the purple bikini handed me the phone, smiling in a clearly buoyed state of mind. She giggled a bit once she noticed me naked and said I was cute, but I think she was too drunk or something to realize the reality of the situation. They were all a little bit like that. Though they were just _there_enough to show their amusement at my misfortune.

Once they crowded around Chad, they had another fantastic question to ask him:

"Can we feel your muscles?"

Two of them asked it at roughly the same time, and they had a good laugh about that. I'm sorry if my memory on what they looked like was hazy, because they all acted just about exactly the fucking same. But I guess Chad liked that, because he smiled and flexed both arms for them without even answering, and the two of them chose an arm to touch while they posed for the camera.

My hands were too shaky to properly take a picture, and I already had one hand sacrificed for the damn thing. I lifted it up slowly, and-

"Hey!" Chad called out. "Hold it sideways!"

Fuck. He was right. They weren't all going to fit in the shot if I didn't. I tried to do it three times, but I kept dropping it on the ground, causing an awkward moment each time. I didn't know what Chad had planning if I kept this up, and I didn't want to keep these girls standing there holding a smile. He was already beginning to glare at me.

So, I gave in; both hands off my crotch, I held the phone properly, and took a couple pictures of them. I winced in embarrassment as all of their smiles grew wider, Chad's being the widest. If I'm being honest, I think he was probably comparing sizes.

"Thank you!" they exclaimed, hips bouncing as they rushed over to get it back. I didn't tell them "you're welcome," though. You could probably guess why. My hands slapped straight back down to my genitals as Chad returned his hand around my shoulder, bidding the girls a farewell.

"I'll be talking with them, later," he whispered into my ear, eyeing my whole body. "but right now, I think I'm just about done with you."

"Does that mean you're gonna take me to the store?" I asked hopefully.

He hummed for a moment. "Beg for it."

Whatever. Trying to make a performance out of it, I hollered, "Please! Please take me to the-!"

"All right, all right, that actually sounds really fucking stupid," he told me, sheathing his teeth and rolling his eyes. "Let's just go."

I sighed in relief as we turned right, finally taking my first steps through the quilt of sunbathers, umbrellas and stray bags. Wading through the people was surprisingly easy after being on display for so long, which was a weird token of relief. I guess it was more that there was something to look forward to. I just wish that I wasn't no-skirt upskirting people as I walked by, drawing constant questions and looks of discontent from them.

We were far away from the most populated section in a matter of minutes, and I could breathe again once we were in lesser pockets of the beach. The air was crisp and cool against my skin, finally calming me to some extent. Finally, I could appreciate how pretty the clouds were, and how close I was to forgetting about all of this. The further we strayed from the populated beach, the closer we were towards civilization, which at least had a few open stores that sold swimming trunks. Today had been the most embarrassing day of my life, but maybe now I could leave it in the rear view mirror.

But something hit me while we made our way out.

"Hey, Chad?" I looked up at him, still blushing in his presence.

"What's up?" he answered nonchalantly.

"Can we actually go back and get my belongings?" I asked politely, pointing my thumb back to the beach. "I think I still have a towel, my phone, and-"

"-a wallet?" he finished.

Oh dear.

"You...you found my stuff?" I asked, starting to tremble. "That's...interesting."

He nodded. "We've got another guy coming in on the job. He arrived pretty early, and I was about to head on back. But then, I saw somebody drowning in the distance. Someone familiar."

I frowned. "Oh...."

"And so I told him to check your stuff," he went on, "Turns out you don't live too far from here."

"Y-yeah..." I answered ponderously. "You must be talking about the note I left in my bag in case I left it there, right?"

He nodded again, that same smile creeping across his face. "And so since it was only four miles away, and you were gone...we returned it."

It took a minute, but my mind erupted when I realized what that meant. "Wait...you don't mean...."

Chad nodded with an evil smile. "Yup. All your stuff is back home."

"What?" I asked roughly. "Why would you do that? My car keys were in there!"

"Mhmm," he beamed, tilting his head innocently. "And you know what else?"

I turned back to him. "Wh...what?"

"I don't have my wallet with me, either," he informed me.

I paused. "Wait...so that means...."

He beamed radiantly as he gave me some hearty pats on the shoulder. "Yup!"

Chad then removed his hand and smacked me with it right on my left ass cheek. I jumped from the pain, knowing for sure he left a mark. I rubbed my palm across it, already thinking of things to say to Chad. But when I looked up to question him, I saw that he had turned away, walking back towards the beach.

"Huh...what?" I called back at him. "Wait, where are you going?"

But he simply kept his back to me. His head turned for just a moment to side eye back to me, making a peace sign with his left hand.

"Have fun walking home naked, slut!" he hollered.

I was absolutely stunned. Shocked. Locked in place. The breeze felt so different in that moment as I watched his massive, muscular figure grow smaller and smaller in the distance, as he never checked back to see if I had moved, leaving me alone like trash on the sidewalk.

And that was the last I ever saw of him.

My jaw hit the floor. I couldn't possibly comprehend what had just happened. There I was, nude and helpless on the side of the road, facing the quaint and trendy streets decked with clothing stores and novelty sales as if it were a challenge. That's just what they were. And I had no choice but to face it. No car keys. No phone. No wallet. Not even a sock. So, no options. With a hole in my heart, I swallowed my saliva like I swallowed my pride, splayed my paws as far as possible over my genitals, and took the first steps of my trip back home. It was a long, long way back.

So there I walked, and I ran, and I hid, and a couple times, I cried. Four miles on foot, completely naked for all to see. On and on, from street corner to crosswalk to neighborhood, sun like a spotlight on every inch of my nakedness, lips sealed as I was laughed at, mocked and shunned all along the way. Some people even spanked me on the same spot that Chad had certainly left a handprint. Those were probably the most embarrassing parts. I don't know if the police ever saw me, but even if they did, it certainly wouldn't have helped the cause. They probably didn't, because I actually ran the whole way. All four miles, all naked in public. And yes...sometimes, there were crowds. Just what I needed. Like the naive fellow I used to be was now standing on the sidelines, I felt the eyes of hundreds watching me turn beet red on a hot, summer day, for all the wrong reasons, at such a wrong time. It felt like I was out there_forever,_ being humiliated for the sake of others_,_ but never getting help. Maybe Chad's right. I did deserve this. When I finally got home, I brought my stuff inside from the doorstep, said nothing and slept all day.

They tend to leave a few crucial pieces of advice out on a trip to the beach. One, remember the sunscreen - just because you've got fur doesn't mean you don't need it. Two, go with friends or don't go at all, unless you like laying down all day, waiting for a tan. And three, everybody's here to have fun, so don't get any naughty ideas. All this really means is to respect each other's boundaries, and don't do anything dumb. But there's a fourth thing, too, that I learned on that day. I'm only saying it now because I wish someone had told me before.

Don't fuck with the lifeguard.