A Beach Scenario
By: Pi-Zero
From and idea by Half_Inch_High

You're on vacation in the south of France. It was a long hard year at work, and finally you saved up enough money and managed to get the time off. Out of shear luck you even managed to score a cheap flight and so had the money to splurge on a nice room at a nice hotel, secluded and on a private beach.

What's even better is that the guys here seem to run the entire gamut of attractive. You decide to go "sight seeing" and watch the sunset while napping and seeing what lovely mansights there are.

You set out your towel and lie back, resting. Soon a group of men walk over, playing catch with a small racketball. You can't help but watch them as they pull out a second ball, deftly tossing the two around the circle of seven. They are tall and dark skinned, though in the low shining light of the setting sun you can't place their descent. Not, of course that it matters, as you watch the muscles of their arms flex and move beneath the skin, the tattoos they bear dancing across their bronzed and gleaming skin.

They are playing some sort of word game as they toss the ball, each man saying something as he catches the ball, laughing, and passes it on. You cannot hear the words, but can feel the rhythm flowing from the circle like a dance. You watch their mouths move, wishing you could make out the words as they smile wide, flashing gleaming white teeth.

The rhythm of the chant and the dancelike motion of the men is almost hypnotic. It's been a long day and you've had a few drinks and you begin to drift as the "dance" moves faster, faster, ever faster.

You must have drifted off to sleep, because suddenly your eyes snap open in a sort of hypnic jerk. You look up, startled, the seven men are standing above you in a circle. They are smiling, white teeth gleaming against the bronzed skin of their full lips. That's when you feel something huge and warm wrapping around your torso...

Oh my God, it's a hand, you've... somehow you've shrunk, this is impossible! You say so, but the men aren't listening, moving away from your towel again, the hand that holds you easily defeating your squirming attempts at escape. You yell out, asking them what they've done and why, but they simply smile, flashing their teeth again.

The game starts again, the ball passing between the men as they each say a word and pass the ball across the circle. Your mind is spinning and you can't make out what they're saying, the voices too quick, too large, too overwhelming to process. You look around for the other ball, and then, suddenly, just as you realize there is none, you are flung through the air between the men.

Your stomach threatens to relieve you of its contents as you arc through the air across the circle towards another grinning man. His broad, warm, calloused hand catches you easily as he laughingly says something above you and flips you into the air again. What is going on? You don't know, and these men don't seem inclined to tell you, as to are tossed back and forth across the circle, never pausing, never stopping, always faster, their laughing faces a blur before your dizzy eyes.

Then suddenly the men begin to drop out, a faltered word or something you can't quite grasp, but the circle shrinks as one by one the men step back, the rest closing the circle tighter to fill the gaps. All this you see, barely percieving it as it whizzes spinning by your confused and concerned eyes. The circle drops, 6, 5, and there is a pause, then in rapid succesion two more drop out, 4, 3...2... only two now, and still the ball and you are whipping back and forth, blindingly fast, the words a frantic and wild rhythm now. And then suddenly, one of them falters and, smiling, tosses you high in the air, flipping end over end slowly.

As you fall, you look down to see the dark and grinning face below you. He speaks one word, "Mine." You fall, silent in your shock, arms flailing as if somehow you will catch a grip on something, somehow magically slow your fall. But obviously this is not to be, and as you fall those white teeth and smiling lips open wide wider, wide to catch you.

He catches your legs in his mouth, closing his lips before you can fall completely inside, turning to the circle which laughs and claps as he tips his head back and slowly begins to suck you in. You beat on his lips, trying to pull yourself free of the hot, wet, sucking thing that is suddenly and mercilesly devouring you, but there is no hope. The men laugh and clap as you are sucked slowly into the man's still grinning mouth, and he turns to them and dramatically swallows.

You are squeezed down, down his throat and into his stomach as the surrounding men clap and cheer. The circle forms again and the ball passes back and forth, to be joined by another ball, faster and faster, the words becoming a chant, waiting for the next bystander to join their game.

The End