Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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My name is James. I'm a 23 year old man with a warehouse job unloading trucks. It's because of this that I'm in good shape, with fairly strong muscles due to lifting heavy boxes. It's a job that is not only physically demanding, but can mentally wear you down if you don't treat yourself to a break once in a while. That's why I was looking forward to our upcoming beach day.
10 co-workers and I all got together for a trip to the beach. It wasn't our first time going, so we knew the best place for us. Certain beaches were beyond packed on weekends like this, people were enamored by their crystal clear waters. That's not something we really cared about, though. The beach we went to did not have clear water. The sand and dirt particles made it very cloudy, but to us, having a much less crowded beach was worth it.
After a long and eventful day, we were almost ready to head home. At this point we were all standing in the water in a circle, talking. We were deep enough in the water that the waves were starting to form where we were standing, so they weren't bothering us. I'm one of the tallest in the group, so I was standing in the deepest part of the circle.
"James, you literally look like a floating head! I literally can't see any other part of you!" One of my co-workers joked.
I laughed, realizing how deep I was. Only my head and shoulders were above water. I looked down and also noticed the murky water was hiding most of my body. I could see the top of my chest, but everything below was consumed by dirt and sand particles.
As some of the other guys were sharing experiences from past visits to the beach, my mind started to drift away from the conversation. Standing to my right was a girl named Alicia. Most of the girls I work with are more butch looking, but Alicia was drop dead gorgeous. I glanced over to her and noticed how interested she was in the guys' stories.
Despite the shape I was in and my overall good looks, I wasn't the best talker. A lot of my co-workers were much smoother with the ladies than I was, and I subconsciously resented them for it. I was hoping to talk to Alicia a lot today, but I hadn't as much as I'd hoped to. I was trying to think of what else I could say to her.
I was jolted back into reality when I suddenly felt something on my lower back. I jumped a little, thinking something was swimming right behind me. I soon realized, however, that it was a hand belonging to the person standing to my left.
Gabriel is the newest member of our group as he is still pretty new at work. He is only 19, but could be mistaken for a high-schooler because he looks like a pretty boy. Gabriel is skinny, with a clean-shaven face, blue eyes, and brown hair with a messy curls hairstyle. His higher pitched voice and overall mannerisms added to his femininity. It was no secret he was gay, especially since he was the only one that seemed bothered by the dirty water, but he fit in well with the rest of us. At work, he usually handled the lighter boxes, but he worked hard and was surprisingly good at his job, earning our respect.
His touch was extremely odd and uncomfortable, but I thought he was just trying to get my attention. I looked over to him, but he was looking straight ahead, with a normal expression on his face.
"Gabe, you good?"
He finally looked over to me. "Mm-hmm." He responded with an innocent smile.
I gave him a puzzled look, then removed his hand. A few seconds later, he put his hand back. I pushed him away again, a little harder this time. He returned again, his hand rubbing my lower back in a circular motion this time.
"Gabe, what are you doing?" I asked, annoyed.
"I want to touch you. Come on, let me."
I was shocked by his answer. "What?? No!" I answered, quiet enough that no one could hear me.
"It's okay, no one will see." He said, referencing the opaque water.
"I don't care about that. I don't want you touching me." I said as I pushed his hand away again. I was irritated that I even had to explain myself to him.
A few seconds later his hand was back on me, but this time he started feeling my butt. I almost jumped out of my skin. I pushed his hand away, harder this time.
"Gabe, what the fuck??"
"James, I've wanted to do this since the first time I saw you. Please let me, no one will know."
I could see the lust in Gabriel's eyes, he was dead serious about this. I was shocked at how aggressive and straightforward he was. I'd been told by girls that I was handsome, but I didn't think I could warrant this type of attention.
"No! Stop!" I now had a noticeable fear in my voice as he was rubbing my butt again. I tried to push his hand away again, but it wasn't working. The water resistance was limiting the force I could push with, so he could easily come right back and get a handful of ass whenever he wanted to, as he was now rubbing and squeezing me.
What I didn't realize was that I had been on Gabriel's radar for some time now, and he was looking for an opportunity to make a move on me. Unbeknownst to me, he checked me out every chance he could. Whenever I reached up for something on a shelf, he would watch me, seeing if my shirt would ride up and reveal any skin. Any time he was behind me, his eyes were glued to my ass. I had a real bubble butt, and he loved it. He'd do anything to feel it.
When he saw that no one could see through the water, he knew this was his chance. He wouldn't try this on any of the other guys. They were all so outgoing and confident in themselves that they would shut Gabriel down immediately. I, however, was introverted enough that he thought I might let him have his way.
Gabriel tried to exploit my introverted nature by asserting dominance over me, as he was aggressively pushing through my defending hands. He was now groping me for a good 5-10 seconds before I pushed him away. He could tell I was unsure if I could stop him.
I suddenly realized that my struggling was making a decent amount of noise. My hands pushing him were making the water splash, and I was letting out small grunts as my body squirmed to try to keep him away. I lowered my defenses for a few moments to look around at my co-workers, seeing if anyone was noticing me. I then looked over at Gabriel.
"Just let me..." He said softly as he fondled me.
I thought about it for a minute. I wasn't gay, so another man touching me not only grossed me out, but it was also very embarrassing the way he was taking advantage of the situation. However, there wasn't a whole lot I could do unless I wanted everyone to know that I was being felt up underwater. I also figured that we'd only be in the water for about ten more minutes at the most. As long as no one could see through the water, I could endure his assault on me, then curse him out for it later.
"Fine." I muttered, giving him an angry glare.
As my hands moved away from my backside, Gabriel all too eagerly placed his hand on my firm butt cheeks. He began rubbing them in a circular motion, mixing in some squeezes. "I should be able to do something." I thought to myself. How could I let this happen? I thought about just swimming back to shore and waiting there, but it would be seen as very disrespectful to the group that I would be so uninterested in them. Should I suggest that it's time to leave? That would be rude too. I couldn't think of a way out. I just had to hope this wouldn't go any further.
This skinny little twerp was having his way with my body in front of everyone. I could totally kick his ass if I wanted to, but my hands rested at my sides, not lifting a hand up. I was powerless. I was embarrassed, feeling weak and exploited. As I thought more about the situation I was in, I had a very strange feeling. I realized that the predicament that I was in was starting to turn me on. Being submissive to this gay pretty boy was giving me sexual thoughts. The attention to my ass was also becoming more and more pleasurable as I became more familiar with his touch.
I panicked at this thought. I am not gay! I tried to fight the feeling. I looked around at the rest of the group, trying to reengage myself into the conversation. I tried to pay attention to them to distract myself from Gabriel, but my mind would wander back to him, his right hand alternating between my left and right cheek. My heart sunk as I felt my dick hardening. As I wondered how was he having this effect on me, I felt his hand leave my ass, as it snaked around to my front.
"Spread your legs a little." He said. I did as I was told.
I then felt his hand begin to touch my thighs. At first he ran his hands softly on the outside of my leg, above my knee. I shuddered at his light touch. He then began to feel up my inner thighs, causing me to squirm. I felt my face burn with embarrassment, as I was rock hard at this point.
I mentally begged for him to stop, because I didn't know how much more humiliation I could take. I tried to will my dick to lower, trying to convince myself I didn't like it. The more I tried to fight it, however, the more aroused I became. Just then, Gabriel suddenly lifted his hand up higher until his fingers started gently caressing my balls through my bathing suit, causing me to sharply inhale. I instinctively grabbed his hand and pushed it away. In that moment, I tried to take back control.
