Hard Time at the Beach

[Themarble]

The lifeguard is back, and oh my. Those boys are about to get in loads of trouble! Perhaps literally, both ways (;. Stories been great. Each chapter fleshes out their feelings more and more!

[Trundle]

Oh i've been waiting for the lifeguard to return!

This should be great and hopefully embarrassing for poor Jakub!

[TeenFan]

Hard Time at the Beach
Chapter 27.


Jakub had nearly finished painting his yellow sunflower on Inga's right breast. It was a little unnerving painting so close to Inga's face. A few times
she looked up to check on his progress and her face is less than a foot away from his makeshift brush. Jakub is very aware of this as he stroked. He can feel her breath on his paint covered dick. The end of his dick now fully covered in yellow paint, Jakub made lines and curves up and down the sides of Inga's breast, as he tries not to look into the girl's face. To double the self-awareness of the craziness of the whole thing, four blond and blue-eyed Swedish teenagers are also watching intently. They just showed up and apparently, they enjoyed the show. They enjoyed the show too much. First Olek, the tallest Swede yanked down his swimsuit and started jerking off, followed by the other three. This boy of around sixteen has
a goofy and mischievous grin on his face as he furiously jerks himself, his impressively large balls thrust out, pushed outward from the waistband of his speedo being tucked right under them, giving them an upward lift. Jakub stopped painting when the masturbating started. He and Peter watched as each of the four Swedish boys joined in the jerk fest. Gustaf, the one who introduced all their names, is surprisingly the one with
the biggest dick. Only the twelve year old Sven looks younger, and not surprisingly has the smallest looking set of equipment. The young boy hasn't gotten hard like the other three, but he's doing his best to keep up the pace with stroking. The hands of the four boys go up and down in a rapid blur. A blast off of ejaculate is imminent.

The jerking off session is disrupted by a loudly shouted question. "What the hell is going on over there?"
Everyone turned to look. The lifeguard, the large bodied, legs muscled like a man, ring buoyed toting woman is running at full speed in the direction of the group of painters and their Swedish audience.

"Oh shit," Jakub says, as he sees the large woman running at full speed and getting close. "It's the same lifeguard."

"It's the mean one," Peter says, as his brush accidentally makes a long streak of yellow on his sister's shoulder.

Inga hardly feels the inaccurately placed brush stroke. She's looking toward the lifeguard. The last time the group met up with her, the lifeguard detained them for possible nudity violation of beach regulations, since only children young enough to have no pubic hair are allowed to run around the beach naked. Inga is no longer within the regulation's boundaries. Inga is naked on the beach, and she is very much older than the other girls
who have no swimsuit on.

But it's soon obvious the lifeguard is not interested in the prone girl on the sand, or the two twelve year old boys painting her. Blowing her whistle,
she is pointing toward the tallest of the Swedes. All four Swedes still have their speedos down below their crotches. Even from a distance, the lifeguard was able to detect post pubescent boy flesh improperly exposed. Another lifeguard responds to the whistle, and she too is on the move.

On the move are the Swedish boys. The first one to make a dash down the beach is the youngest one. Perhaps he's used to having to run away
from all kinds of dangers and is ready to run for his life at a moments notice. Without even drawing up his suit over his genitals, Olek, the taller
one takes off running. Jakub and Peter can't see it, but it isn't hard to imagine the boy's erect cock and bouncing balls flopping up and down as he runs. Kids along the beach stop and stare. The closest women are laughing.

Gustaf and Jarl, the two closest to each other in age and size, run off side by side toward the water. The air blows like a windstorm as the
lifeguard runs past Jakub, Peter, and Inga. She jumps over Inga's legs she is that close to the huddled group. The lifeguard raises up her ring buoy
and she twirls it around like a lasso. The ring buoy is tossed toward the fleeing boys. It wraps around the body of Gustaf, sliding down his legs and
tripping the boy. Gustaf goes down. His buddy Jarl keeps running, and he gets down to the denser and wetter sand near the water. The second
lifeguard gets close, but not close enough to catch the speedy boy. Jarl is soon out of reach.

Gustaf is trying to get away. He fell down when the ring buoy went around him, but he got up quickly, getting the rope off his legs. He is running
when the first lifeguard grabs the back of his speedo. The lifeguard trips over the rope that was lying on the ground. The rope entangled her legs and she goes down, but her grip on the Swedes swimsuit remains firm. The boy's speedo slides down the boy's legs. Gustaf is tripped up by his
own swimsuit, and he goes down on the sand once more. Gustaf kicks and squirms but the lifeguard won't let go. She moves up the boy's body like
a wrestler, always maintaining a grip on the opponent, and she sits down on the boy's back. Reaching for her fannypack, the one that has medical
supplies in it, she takes something out that looks metallic and silver. It's handcuffs. What kind of lifeguard has handcuffs in their fannypack?
The cuffs are placed on Gustaf's wrists and the boy is yanked up.

Getting yanked up to his feet, the speedo remains wrapped around the boy's ankles and he can't try to run anymore.

"It's been some time since I caught me a Wanker. Right out in the open. A whole flock of Wankers."

The lifeguard pulls on Gustaf's arms, pulling him up the beach and back toward Jakub, Peter and Inga. The boy's speedo is left lying on the sand.
Naked, with a rapidly deflating penis, the boy is brought toward the group of three painters. The other woman lifeguard runs past saying,
"That other one was too fast for me", and she continues on back to her original guarding station.

Gustaf, with a now only half-hard dick, is brought forth to stand in front of Peter, Inga, and Jakub. Inga is sitting up, doing her best to hide that
she isn't wearing any bikini bottoms. Jakub and Peter stand up, but they make no attempt to hide their nakedness. This is the same lifeguard that interrogated them a couple hours earlier, the same woman who rubbed her hand all over Jakub's balls and pubic area in a futile search for pubic
hair stubs.

"What is your name and how old are you?" the lifeguard asks her captive.

"Gustaf. I'm from Sweden. I'm fourteen years old."

"His name is Gustaf, from Sweden," the lifeguard shouts toward her partner. "Find the boy's parents and send them here."

From a distance, the fourteen year old Gustaf looks as if he has no pubic hair. The blond hair is so light it's translucent. He's only lightly haired,
and what he does have is only visible when closer than ten feet or so. Gustaf's dick is quite visible, looking to be significantly longer that any of
the other Swedish boys. His balls are not a big as the sixteen year old Olek's balls were, but they are probably the size of Jakub's and they hang
down a lot more, a whole lot more. Jakub has never seen testicles on a boy with so much hang time.

Gustaf looks scared, rightfully so. If he spent any amount of time on this beach, he knows this lifeguard doesn't mess around.
"Please let me go. I won't do it again. I promise."

"This boy was harassing you. I saw him and three other boys. They all had their swimsuits down and they were playing with themselves.
Isn't that right, you nasty boy," and the lifeguard slaps the naked Swede on the butt, lifts the boy's shackled wrists and spanks him several times.

"Ow, ow. I won't do it again. Ow." Gustaf's penis shows signs of hardening again and it sways a little to the left and right.
His balls sway forward and back like a pendulum.

"Do you wish to press charges, young lady?"

Inga looks up at the lifeguard. She did not expect herself to be addressed like this. Inga looks at the captured Swede. The poor boy has tears
running down his face. The spanks couldn't have been that hard. Must be the embarrassment of getting caught with his speedo down. The
lifeguard might not think so, the beach regulations might not agree with this, but a young boy getting excited and jerking off on the beach is a
natural thing. Inga and her girl friends Catalina and Agnes have been trying to get Jakub and Peter to do some of their own jerking off. No big
deal. Peter was jerking off down at the water's edge as part of a dare, made himself hard and looking swollen like a jellyfish stung him. It's all
fun and games.

"No Ms. lifeguard. I don't want to press charges."

"Call me Helga. Since we keep meeting, you might as well know my name. Okay, you don't press charges, but this boy is still in trouble. He must
be punished for what he was doing."

The other lifeguard can be seen coming back down the beach. She must have found Gustaf's mother. There is a woman walking over with the
lifeguard, and there is another. Another woman is also coming over. From the look on Gustaf's face, it must be his mother coming with the lifeguard. His expression of embarrassment become more pronounced. He's standing naked on the beach and the lifeguard has him handcuffed.
His face, already wet from crying, turns red with shame.

Jakub's face turns to total surprise. The second woman coming this way with the lifeguard is his Aunt Lilka. How is she involved in this?

"So what the hell is going on here?" Aunt Lilka says as she gets close enough to see her nephew has yellow paint all over his penis.

"Yes. What the hell is going on here?" the other woman says when she sees the handcuffs on her son's wrists, and her son is missing a swimsuit like the other boys she sees in the group. "Why is my boy naked?"

[Themarble]

Bravo, what a twist. Just when we were thinking the kids had their privacy they were raided and the ones raiding them to have a wank brought in even more. Oh my, what will Jakub's Aunt make of this, a yellow cock? She will definitely be suspicious.

[TeenFan]

Jakub is caught "Yellow Dicked" and the Swedish kid caught with his pants down. Good thing nobody got caught "red handed". That would
turn this into a murder mystery.

[TeenFan]

Hard Time at the Beach
Chapter 28.


It was a whirlwind of activity on the beach. The spot Jakub and his friends chose for a quiet and private painting session turned into
an action-packed adventure with unexpected plot twists. Who would suspect the four blond and blue-eyed Swedish boys would all choose to jerk
off. Who could have foretold the mean old lifeguard will come rushing in to "save the day" and rescue them from the Swedish invasion of privacy.
What fortune teller could have foreseen that Jakub's aunt will accompany the mother of the captured Swede, as she is brought forth to be informed
of the dastardly deed done by her son, the fourteen year old Gustaf.

The chase had indeed been exciting. Four lustful and extra-horny boys running for their freedom, running down the beach with little time to yank
their speedos up over their stiff erections, in an attempt to escape the two lifeguards. Jakub, Peter, and even Inga were laughing uncontrollably
as the chase resulted in just one naughty boy captured. Gustaf lost his swimsuit completely when tackled by Helga, the boss lifeguard on this
section of beach, a lifeguard who could star as a pro wrestler. In the US, Helga could have been a calf roper in the rodeo. Her toss of the ring
buoy caught Gustaf around the legs perfectly, ending the boy's chances of escaping. Now there is no escaping full embarrassment for Gustaf, his arms handcuffed behind his back, his half hard penis and low hanging testicles on display, as he watches his mother walk up with the second lifeguard and another woman he doesn't know. Tears roll down the boy's face as he looks down at the sand.

Jakub and Peter are standing up, Inga still sitting down, when Gustaf's mother and Jakub's Aunt Lilka arrive with both having the same question.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Helga, the triumphant lifeguard, displays her 'Catch of the Day'. "This boy here was masturbating on the beach. He and three other boys were
engaged in this lascivious act as they watched this lovely young woman here being painted by these two boys." Helga points toward Inga.

"We were getting painted up for the bodypainting competition. It's right over there," Inga says, and she points toward the tarp and the crowd of
people nearby.

"And these four guys from Sweden showed up. They watched as Peter and I painted her," Jakub says, wishing he was holding a paintbrush in his hand. Peter has his paintbrush in his hand. Will the lack of a paintbrush, combined with his penis being coated in yellow paint, with Inga's breasts being coated in yellow paint, cause any concern among the adults present? What should be a basic course in bodypainting had turned into an
extra-curricular activity. Will it be obvious when Helga looks at his erection? Will Jakub's still hard and throbbing, painted only on the head, penis arouse suspicion?

Peter corroborates the story, "They all started jerking off. All four of them. Then the lifeguards showed up and they ran."

"Thank goodness you and your friends were not part of this. Are you okay, Jakub? They didn't mess with you guys?" Aunt Lilka asks.

"No, Aunt Lilka. I'm fine. Peter and Inga, we're okay. No troubles," Jakub says, hoping his face looks innocent enough.

"Unfortunately, we were only able to catch one of them," Helga says, and she lifts the poor boy's face. She placed her fingers under Gustaf's chin and lifted up, forcing the boy to look his mother in the face.

As soon as Jakub sees the face of the crying boy, he feels sorry for Gustaf and wishes he had gotten away. There was no sorrowful sentiment from
Gustaf's mother.

"I see. How do you handle these situations miss lifeguard? I assume you have a proper punishment for such outbreaks of lewd behavior."

Gustaf's expression went from "oh poor me" crying face to shock and betrayal when his mother asked what the punishment should be. Gustaf
probably thought his mother would apologize and say her son is normally a great kid and he must have been under the influence of that evil
turd Olek and his minions.

"Call me Helga. Hmmm, let me think."

Helga, ever the professional, had not forgotten to pick up the ring buoy when she dragged the handcuffed Gustaf up to Jakub's group.
She goes back to her penis popping maneuver. She places the ring buoy underneath the penis of the handcuffed boy. Gustaf's penis is popped up
by the buoy. The boy's hardon is completely gone. His long dick is limp and dangly, just like his balls hang down a lot. He's a very floppy boy, and his dick swings down to smack his nutsack with an audible slapping sound. Wow. Gustaf hits himself on the balls when his dick head connects with his testicles.

Peter punches Jakub on the shoulder. Peter is laughing, but he's trying to laugh silently. Seeing the Swedish boy slapping his own balls with his
own dick is just too funny. For several rounds of penis popping, the ring buoy does its job of humiliating the boy, the second time the ring buoy
humiliated Gustaf, the first time when it wrapped around the boy's legs like a lasso.

"I have it. Sometimes we tie a kid up to a lifeguard stand. Just tied there and can't get away. Everybody walking by can get a good look for as
long as they want to," and Helga seems pleased with her choice. She is smiling. For the first time all day she is smiling.

"You're going to tie me up? Like this? That's not fair," says the horrified captive.

"It's not like being displayed in public in a pillory. He won't be bent over and uncomfortable. Standing at the lifeguard stand won't cause any physical harm." Helga turns toward the lifeguard position up the beach. She shouts toward her co-worker. "Bring the mobile stand down here.
We're going to Spread Eagle this boy."

Helga maintains a grip on Gustaf's shoulder. Gustaf's mother tells her son how naughty he is, and this will be a "teachable moment".
Helga's co-worker picks up the end of the mobile guard stand and she rolls it closer. It will take a little while for it to be rolled all the way down.

"Jakub, if you are in the bodypainting competition, why do you only have paint on your penis?" Aunt Lilka has turned her attention from the
Swedish boy to her nephew.

Jakub turns red faced. "I uhhh. Well...ah..."

"He's doing the painting. We are both painting Inga," Peter says. Apparently, Peter believes in full transparency when it comes to public information concerning his friends dick.

Jakub is shocked that Peter would divulge such information. He shrugs his shoulders while rolling his eyes.

"Oh really. That's interesting," Aunt Lilka says, as she takes another look at the only painted portion of Jakub's body which is the end of his partly
erected penis. Then, she turns toward Inga. Inga is still sitting down on the ground. She's been sitting upright, while sitting on the sand, since
Helga dragged Gustaf over for interrogation. "Stand up, Inga. Let me get a look at you."

Both boys snicker and it's Inga's turn to look embarrassed. She stands up. It looks like she wants to cover herself, but she can't place her arms against the still wet paint on her body. Aunt Lilka does a double take when she notices there are two places where yellow figures prominently.
There is yellow all over Inga's breasts. There is yellow all over her nephew's dick. She looks back and forth from boobs to boner and back and
forth. Obviously, Aunt Lilka can connect the dots. Next, she does another stare down when she notices the wide swath of green paint across
Inga's hips includes a painted pussy.

"Looks like you two are really getting to know each other."

"I'm not the only one painting," Jakub says in his defense.

Aunt Lilka can't keep her stern expression any longer. She bursts out laughing and she pats both Peter and Jakub on the back. Then she plants a
kiss on Inga's cheek. All four of them are laughing at the audacity of the naked bodypainting on a beach that is only semi-nude.

"I won't tell your mother, but you owe me one," Aunt Lilka says, to which Jakub nods his head vigorously, and his co-conspirators all laugh again.

The laughing stops when the wheeled and mobile lifeguard stand arrives. It's time for Gustaf's punishment to begin.

[Themarble]

Oh my. Now it looks like Gustaf is in for the time of his life. I wonder what they will be doing to him next? Hopefully another erection is in order. I know its only a matter of time before he shows one off again.

As for Jakub. Now that he owes his Aunt. What will she ask of him? It's going I get interesting form here on out.

[TeenFan]

Hard Time at the Beach
Chapter 29.


"How did you know to come down here with Gustaf's mom?" Jakub asks his aunt.

"I was looking for a place to buy some bottles of water. We didn't have any water in the cooler. Your uncle can't drink any more beer. He keeps
dozing off on the ground. He needs to rehydrate. Well, I was at the snacks cart when the lifeguard walks by yelling for the parents of Gustaf to speak up. The woman was nearby, and I heard what the lifeguard said about what happened down here. The guard described two older boys with no swimsuits on with a teenage girl being harassed by four Swedish boys. I figured that might be you and your friends, so I tagged along." Aunt
Lilka does a quickie hug on her nephew. "And lo and behold, it was you," Aunt Lilka says, smiling. The handbag, on a strap around her neck looks fuller than before. Must be all those water bottles she bought.

Jakub steps over to stand next to Peter and Inga, the chair is arriving.

The three adult women watched the two-wheeled, four-stepped, chair topped lifeguard platform arrive at their location. Jakub can only see the
face of Helga, the lifeguard. Helga has an expression of eager anticipation, like she ordered a pizza with extra mozzarella with a butter and
capers sauce, and she's watching it arrive from the kitchen. Jakub can't see his aunt's face, wonders if she is still smiling. Jakub looks over at
Peter and Inga. They both have an expression of fascination, of wonder. They must be wondering what will happen next to the unfortunate Gustaf. Is he unfortunate in his choice of friends? But being Swedish, he probably had little choice but to roam the beach with the Swedish boy band. Can
the fourteen year old blame misfortune for his slow reaction time? Either his insufficient recognition of danger, or his body's slow response to it, resulted in him being caught and cuffed. The other three friends of Gustaf avoided capture.

The Swede's first reaction to the arrival of the device for his punishment is to turn even more pale. What made the Swedes so distinctive and recognizable as a group is the bleach blond hair and the blue eyes and nearly albino white skin. The arrival of the chair turned the boy's face a whiter shade of pale. Helga and her co-lifeguard position the chair to face toward the sea. The steps of the lifeguard stand are in front. The back end is the wheels on each side with a crossbar just above the wheels. Metal bars on each side connect the wheels to the platform above. It is just wide enough to spread eagle a boy in between. Amazingly, the two bars already have velcro straps at the top and two straps at the bottom just above the wheels. These lifeguard stands are already equipped to be used for public punishment.

Gustaf's mother pulls her son toward the device of his ordeal. Gustaf is crying again as his wrists are unshackled, only to be strapped onto the back frame of the guard stand. Is there to be no mercy for the poor boy? It doesn't take long for everyone nearby to stop what they are doing, to step closer and take a look at the slender blond-haired boy. Young children run up from the beach to gawk. These children never expected to see this,
a naked teenager strapped to a guard stand. The laughter of the children, the pointing and the gleeful grins, that's all bad enough. But when
grown men and women step up close as they take out their cellphones to snap off pictures and videos...well, that's when the boy's face turns red with shame.

"What did he do?" asked a little boy.
"Why is he naked?" asked a little girl.
"I've never seen pubic hair that blond before. It's almost white," says another observant little girl as she crowds in to get a close look. The girl is
close enough to reach out and grab hold of one of those little blond hairs that fascinates her so much. She could just reach out and pluck one if
she chose to get a souvenir of her beach vacation.

This seems to be a fitting and embarrassing punishment for a boy who played with his boy parts in a most inappropriate way, and now finds his
nice sized boy parts on display. But not everyone is happy and satisfied.

"I think he needs something more. It's not enough," Gustaf's mother says, as she steps away from the guard stand. She steps closer to Aunt Lilka.
"I'm thinking of spanking him as he is tied up like that. What do you think? What might improve this punishment, make it something he'll never forget?'

Jakub is surprised by the statement. How could any mother want to further embarrass her son? What punishment could be worse? Well, there is the spanking that was mentioned. Gustaf's mom could step over and spank him, but she's not doing that.

"If you really want to punish him, I've got the thing for you," Aunt Lilka says, as she reaches for the bag strapped around her neck.

Aunt Lilka pulls an unmarked and unlabeled brown pill bottle out of her bag. She takes out a small white pill. She speaks softly to Gustaf's
mother. The woman cackles like a witch and she grabs the little pill. Then smiling, a devious look on her face, she steps over to the lifeguard
stand.

"Take this Gustaf. Chew it up. Swallow it."

Maybe Gustaf thought it to be an aspirin or something like that. He opens his mouth, and the pill is plopped in.

"What was that little pill? Jakub asks, speaking just loud enough for his aunt and friends to hear.

"Oh, that's something I sometimes give to your uncle Bolek. But that's all I'm going to say about that. It looks like you three are doing okay.
When are you coming back over with your friends? You've been gone for a while."

"Can we watch the bodypainting show?" Peter asks. "We've already spent so much time getting one of us painted up. And there are some real
hot chicks in the competition."

Aunt Lilka laughs and then she smiles. "Be back in a couple hours. Before the sun goes down. I can't believe you really painted her like that.
How did that start?"

"We were doing Truth or Dare," Inga says, as if that explains everything.

"We want to enter Inga in the contest but we don't have the entry fee money," Peter says.

"Sorry. I don't have any money on me. I spent it on the water bottles. It's outrageous how much they want for small bottles of water. The beer
is cheaper," Aunt Lilka says, shaking her head.

It appears that Gusaf's mom is satisfied with the situation. She pats her son on the stomach, gives the boy a pinch on the cheek, followed by a
slap on the butt and she thanks Helga. Helga took up position on the lifeguard stand. Helga looks behind her and downward.

"My shift ends in two and a half hours. I'll let him go then. Or you can show up to get him."

Gustaf's mom walks up the beach, and Aunt Lilka steps over to walk along with her. Soon the two women can be heard laughing.

"I can't believe she just left me like that," Gustaf says, and it looks like he is about to cry again. All alone now, except for the crowd of people
gawking and photographing him, happy to contribute their fair share to the boy's misery. Gustaf looks so miserable, so pitiful it could make a
boy cry, when everyone else is smiling and laughing. It's probably the only time on the beach that none of the children are looking at Jakub.
There is an even bigger boy naked on the beach now, a naked teenage boy with a big dick.

"What do we do now?" Jakub asks.

A deeply tanned and bearded man steps up. He comes directly in front of Inga, and he is looking her over.

"Ahem, excuse me. I overheard that you wanted to enter the bodypainting contest, but you don't have the money. I would like to finish painting
you and enter you into the contest."

The man looks to be the real deal. He has a paint set in his hands. His body is splattered all over with little dabs of paint.

Inga, wanting to know more, asks "Why me? Why paint me?"

The man rubs his beard. He is eyeing the half-painted Inga, appraising her like a man at an auction contemplating the purchase of a painting that
could be a masterpiece but might also be a fake.

"You two boys did the painting, right? This is an amazing contrast of two styles. Her left breast is painted realistically. It's an accurate
and superb representation of a sunflower. But the breast on the right side, I'm just stunned. It's hard to describe. It's surrealistic impressionism,
like a combination of Van Gogh with a Salvador Dali. I just want to touch up the background, add something to her backside. I don't have to ask
her to turn around to know it's already a work of art. I'll only be enhancing what nature already expertly made."

Inga is blushing a little. A man, an artist just called her bottom a wonder of nature. Inga can't help but smile. Then she gets down to business.

"I'll let you paint me mister. I'll let you enter me in the competition. But you also have to enter my friend here," and Inga points toward Jakub.
"He gets painted too."

[Trundle]

Another amazing chapter.

I think I have an idea what that pill from Aunt Lilka was! Maybe at some point our Jakub accidentally takes one???

Cannot wait for more, the painting of Jakub and Inga for the competition is very exciting.

[Themarble]

Things are moving along amazingly. An unnamed pill?! Like Trundle I hope somehow some ends up in Jakub's system at one point. Perhaps a prank?