Awakening from his temporary bout of unconsciousness, Kees mentally took stock of his current situation. His head dipped forward as he scanned down the front of his torso. Looking at the muscular swell of his pectorals, and his still relatively flat abdomen, he thought, "Not bad for a 38 year old guy." Since he was naked, he also had a clear view of his manhood. A very clear view, since he was devoid of hair from his navel downward.
Experimentally, he flexed his arm muscles. This caused little reaction, other than making the chains attached to the leather cuffs at his wrists jangle quietly. Since his ankles were cuffed and chained in a similar fashion, his legs remained slightly more than shoulder width apart when he tried to move them. The muscular exertions added only slightly to the sheen of sweat coating his skin.
Held as he was, he was unable to see his ass, but from the evident heat, he could tell the flesh there must be glowing red. He shifted his weight as much as possible, feeling the relentless embrace of his restraints. There was a dried dribble of some substance on the floor in front of him - probably a bit of his semen, he surmised.
Raising his eyes, through the dim light he saw the other current inhabitants of the room. Two other men, naked and chained to wooden frames in a similar fashion. They were both still slumped unconscious. The one on the left was Niklas, and the one on the right was Stefan. They were distinguishable at a distance, because, even though both were blondes of similar build, Stefan wore his hair in a crew cut, whereas Niklas let his grow out, almost touching his shoulders.
Seeing those two men in the same predicament, Kees wondered, "What if I'd chosen differently? What would my life be like?" He let his mind travel back to when this all began. After all, he wasn't going anywhere, and had nothing else to do but wait. So he let his mind roam. To that summer evening almost 20 years ago. To that beach. That beach situated in the seaside Dutch village where he'd been born and raised. Thinking about his house, located within walking distance of the beach. Thinking about how he used to go to the beach after dinner almost every fine summer evening, and stay until dusk.
The beach was popular with tourists, of course. But most of them would've left by late afternoon, and the villagers often took advantage of the quiet solitude once they'd gone for the day. Kees acknowledged that he was a bit of a loner, and would often go alone. Sometimes he'd meet friends there, but he also enjoyed just being there all by himself. Which he was, on that fateful day. He'd gone alone, rather at loose ends, because he'd graduated from school, and now knew he had to find employment. But he had no idea how he wanted to start such a search.
That evening, he remembered, he'd just spread out his towel and settled back on it, when some other people appeared in the distance. A woman and two men. Even though the beach was virtually deserted, the trio claimed a spot near him, but politely just barely out of earshot. Other people occasionally strolled by, but no one else stayed, so the quiet beach belonged to the four of them.
Being a young man, he'd naturally been interested in the woman, observing her more than her companions. When the soft breeze shifted enough to get a smattering of their words to reach his ears, he determined they must be Germans on holiday. They all sported healthy looking tans, with the men's hair looking especially sun-bleached. In contrast, the woman's hair was an attractive shade of dark brunette, which made her all the more compelling to gaze upon. Kees noticed how cheery and playful they seemed, clearly enjoying their vacation time. The woman was especially vivacious, tossing her hair, flirting with and teasing her male companions. Kees tried not to stare too obviously, but the woman seemed so focused on her companions that she may not have noticed how often he looked in her direction.
It was fun, watching her, Kees fondly recalled.
Even from that distance, Kees couldn't help but notice the effect the woman was having on the men. After all, the men were wearing the tiny, tight bathing trunks typical of the time. Their signs of arousal, i.e. their rapidly swelling cocks, were clearly visible, straining at the skimpy cloth. And the men were making no effort to hide the fact - perhaps they wanted the woman to notice. Maybe they thought she'd demand that they put those erections to good use - hope dies eternal.
And the woman's bathing costume. Well, in those days most women would wear a bikini, so they could easily go topless, which was permitted on our beach. But this smiling, teasing woman had opted for a skin tight, one-piece swimsuit in dark blue. It didn't reveal a lot of her flesh, but clung tightly to her fit figure, so in a sense it showed more than the tiniest bikini would've done. Kees sighed at the memory, thinking, "By the looks of her slim, muscled body and her 'odd' swimsuit choice, I figured she was likely an avid swimmer, possibly a professional one." Since they were a couple of years older than he was, he expected that they all were more experienced in many things, so that intimidated him. But oh, how he wished the woman was teasing him as well!
He began watching a little more closely, still trying to be unobtrusive. He noticed that, while she playfully teased the men with her looks, actions and apparently her words, she hardly allowed them to touch her. To Kees, it was obvious that the men tried anything they could think of to come on to her, to permit their contact and lead to a more intimate play. But each time they seemed almost to succeed, she playfully backed away, or stood up and ran into the sea. When she headed for the water, Kees chuckled inwardly, watching the two men running behind her like stray dogs behind a bitch in heat. Even though he couldn't see the men's faces at such moments, he imagined their tongues lolling out of their mouths as they panted after her.
Each time they emerged from the sea, she'd allow them to dry her with a towel, but only let the towel contact her, not their hands. It must've been quite frustrating, and at that point Kees was rather glad not to be playing their game. But it was still fascinating. After such swims, the woman would feed drinks to the men. At first, she just held the soda cans to their mouths. But later, upping the eroticism, she'd feed them drinks from her own mouth. But not lip to lip. No. She'd take a sip of soda, place her mouth above one of theirs, and allow that sip to flow from her mouth into theirs! Again, and again, he heard her tinkling laughter when she indulged them thus. He began to feel thirsty, and wish she'd help him quench his thirst, too.
