There were sighs of disappointment as I walked into the ocean with my Speedo still on.

“Look,” said Rudiger when I reached him, “they all have their suits around their necks. You do it, too.”

I thought for a moment. What the hell. I moved into shallower water, so I could strip. The sea pulled back, revealing my ass and dick for all to see, and I almost lost my nerve. It didn’t help that the guys were hooting at me, but I merely swam back toward them as the strong tide rushed in.

In less than a minute, Luis was behind my back, tickling me. While I was distracted, Rudiger pulled my swimsuit over my head and held it up in triumph. Luis laughed. His smile was so beautiful.

“Now you have to be our naked slave forever!” said Rudiger as he merrily tossed my Speedo to the other guys. Underneath the water, he groped my ass and fondled me while Luis more politely hugged me around my shoulders and stroked my wet hair. He even kissed my cheek once. I felt a flutter of pure happiness in my stomach and spine.

“Your ass is amazing,” Rudiger whispered into my ear. “I hope you let us have fun with it.”

“Maybe,” I said, wishing I had the guts to simply say “yes.”

We stayed in the water for perhaps half an hour, the men throwing my swimsuit from one to another and laughing while Luis held me in a gentle embrace. Eventually, someone lobbed my swimsuit back to Rudiger, and I lunged for it. At the same time, a strong undertow knocked me off my feet. I fell headfirst into the waves.

I struggled under the surface and spluttered, trying in vain not to breathe in water. Strong hands pulled me upright. It was Luis.

“Okay?” he asked me for the second time that day while I coughed out water.

“I’m fine,” I said, although I was unnerved. “Maybe I should get out for a little while.”

“Bad news,” said Rudiger. “We lost your swimsuit.” He had a twinkle in his eye.

“I’m so sure. Come on, give it to me.”

“It’s not here,” he insisted. “It’s halfway to China already.” He groped between my legs again.

“Right,” I said. I walked out of the water and hopped over the hot sand to Rudiger’s shorts.

“Hey!” he shouted as I started to put them on. He headed for shore as fast as he could.

“And you don’t have a towel either,” I said, “so you’ll be going back to the main beach naked I guess.”

As I reached for my towel and sneakers, Rudiger playfully tackled me. His shorts were too big, and he easily slipped them off me. He lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder, spanking me once. Then, with a bump, he placed me on my towel. He pinned my hands behind my head and grinned.

“May I take you now?” he said.

“We’re covered in wet sand,” I said. A breeze blew over us. Feeling the wind touch parts of me that had never been exposed to the elements before was slightly shocking.

He let go of my left hand so he could trace the contours of my chest with his fingers. “We could rinse off first,” he said.

I closed my eyes. Did I want it? I did. I wanted to surrender to him in the same way that I had written in my journal.

When I opened my eyes again, most of the men were coming out of the water to watch us. In my fantasies that Rudiger had read I’d wanted an audience, but now I wasn’t certain.

“I’m not ready,” I told my captor.

“Are you sure?” he asked, stroking my dick.