Impact Ripples

Dear Author,

Where the hell am I? I had a drink at the lounge bar, with the cute guy I met at the check in, we chatted for a while, I went to the toilet and… what, where, who? Who are these people? I am surrounded by naked bodies… well, I am naked! They are all asleep, mhm, some are stirring… And the heat, it is so hot in here, not humid but very hot. Some sort of wooden roof protects us from the sun but I can feel the breeze, warm breeze and the smell of the sea… I cannot move, why can I not move? Just my eyes can move but when I try to turn around I feel like I am stuck on a fakir bed. Drugs… I must have been drugged and kidnapped at the airport… Jake! The guy I had a drink with is just a couple of bodies from me, still sleeping. Maybe he knows what happened. Maybe not, he just opened his eyes and looks as lost as I am.

That modelling job for young handsome men with such a great pay even without experience… Shit, it must have been a fraud, how gullible, stupid and naïve of me! The idea of spending two weeks in the Bahamas modelling for a gay magazine with dozens of other hot guys must have sent my neurons too low to be of any use…

Photo Description:

The photograph looks like an image of a desert, with sand dunes and mounds. However, a closer inspection may reveal that the image is in fact made up of naked bodies.

This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group's " Love is an Open Road " event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story.

This story may contain sexually explicit content and is intended for adult readers. It may contain content that is disagreeable or distressing to some readers. The M/M Romance Group strongly recommends that each reader review the General Information section before each story for story tags as well as for content warnings.