"Well, get moving!"
She tapped his ass with her fingers to signal him to get up. With the state his flesh was in though, even that light poke made him wince. Eyes still closed and face turned downwards to hide from the spectators, glad that he could only barely hear the laughing and chattering over the backdrop of the waves, wind, and seagulls, Zach peeled his sweat-gleaming body off of her lap and gingerly put his hands to his bottom cheeks. They were swollen. Not as badly as they'd been after the worst of Brianna's punishments, but still very puffed up, and so hot to the touch he was sure someone could smelt iron in his ass crack. Would he even be able to get his trunks back up, over this much volume? He felt the sting of tears begin to pierce the corners of his eyes. Zach wasn't much of a crier (if he had been, the lifeguard would have had him bawling before she was halfway through!) but the ramifications of this kind of public humiliation, in a town where he was still getting to know people...what was his life even going to be, now?
"Get yourself back together," the lifeguard said to him over her shoulder as she stood before the railing, making sure no one was drowning or moving a single mile over the speed limit, "You can take a minute if you need to. I'll see if anyone's got shoes they can lend you."
"That shan't be necessary!" Brianna's cheery voice said from just beside the hut. "Thank you for finding that one, we were looking for him."
Still grimacing with his hands on his charbroiled cheeks, Zach opened his teary eyes just a crack and looked up. His fears about the audience had been justified, as there were gleaming eyes and smirking mouths pointed at him from all around, but the two closest sets - and the two most delighted looking - were those of his dear, loyal companions who he knew he could always count on.
"No worries! You shouldn't have let him run around without sandals, though."
Brianna performed a longsuffering sigh at the tall lifeguard's jocular smile. "I'm almost ready to give up and stop taking him anywhere at all."
As Zach closed his eyes again and tried to bury himself in the challenge of getting his swimsuit back up, Genie slinked up onto the platform beside him.
"Lemme help you with that."
Zach knew what she was about to do, but he quickly realized there was literally no better choice, so he just clenched his teeth harder and braced himself as she grabbed the hem of his undersized speedo and yanked it up to his thighs like a playground bully giving someone a wedgie. There was an absolute explosion of pain as the material stretched tight around his swollen flesh, constricting like a hungry python and compacting all the parts that hurt together. He yelped, gasped, and then panted, shifting from foot to foot as he struggled fruitlessly to get used to the tension of the nylon digging into his white hot sit spots and clenching nearly as hard in the front against his cock and balls. Oh fuck you can probably see everything through this! Not that everyone on the beach wasn't already seen everything anyway. Oh god, I'm not going to be able to go outside all year after this!
As Zach whimpered and felt the first real tear starting to come out, Brianna ran back to her beach blanket and returned with the big bottle of water she'd packed. "Here, this is a trick I learned from one of Genie's gal pals." She poured a little water onto the sand in the shade of the wooden tower, where it was less hot. "Get wet sand on the bottoms of your feet. It'll keep you off the hot stuff, hot stuff." She batted her lashes at him and giggled.
"Huh. That's...actually really cool," Zach said, still wincing and hissing at the way the speedos were squeezing him, trying to keep his mind off of everything else.
They made their way back onto the beach, moving toward the blanket. Every few dozen feet, Brianna poured a little more water out so Zach could stick more wet sand to his feet and keep the heat at bay. All while his butt burned as hot as his feet ever had without any recourse. His face was also burning, of course, and his chaperones weren't exactly helping with that issue.
"So," Brianna said with a cruel grin as soon as they were out of earshot, "did you get her number?"
"Yeah," he grumbled, giving Brianna a bitter glare, "she branded me with it."
"Maybe I should go back and give her yours," Genie contributed with a devilish white grin of her own, "she seems like your type."
Zach blushed even redder, not the least because he knew that he really would like having that woman's number and he wasn't proud of it. "Go for it. It's not like my opinion has ever stopped you."
"Would you still love me if I were any other way?"
"Wait, you thought I loved you?"
Genie gasped, clutching both hands to her bikini top over her heart. In front of them, Brianna chuckled.
"Don't go breaking my pumpkin's heart now, young man. Wouldn't want to get yourself in even more trouble, would you?"
"It's bad enough you're making me jealous," Genie continued before Zach could speak in his defense, "you've actually got bigger cakes than I do right now! That's just mean!" She slapped the seat of his way-too-stretched speedos, blowing oxygen onto the hot coals packed in under them and making Zach jump in place and let out an embarassing squeak.