Page 2 of The Anubis's Massage
Under the hot spray, I couldn't help but let my mind wander. What would the bathhouse be like? Would there be... creatures there like they said? The thought sent an unexpected shiver down my spine that wasn't entirely unpleasant. My cock twitched, beginning to harden as I pictured massive, inhuman bodies, powerful and dominating.
"Fuck," I muttered, grabbing the soap and deliberately focusing on washing the garage grime from my skin. This was just about getting laid. Nothing more.
After my shower, I stood in front of my closet, feeling stupidly nervous. The thought of throwing on a pair of shorts and dicking around all night held almost zero appeal now that thoughts of the bathhouse were in my brain. Wasn’t it too soon to go though? Shouldn’t newly single people… I don’t fucking know… wait at least a couple of days before fucking a stranger in a sauna somewhere? What was customary in this situation? What was I supposed to do?
“Fuck it,” I muttered, grabbing a t-shirt from the drawer. “Fuck Sarah, fuck everyone else, and fuck all this stupid expectation bullshit. I’m fucking done with all of it.”
Apparently anger was what I needed to push through my nerves. I didn’t want to sit around the apartment feeling bad for myself. Not tonight. Tonight I wanted to go out and live a little. Besides, when would I get a chance to do this again? I could meet the perfect girl on Monday, some bleach-blonde bimbo in a Prius looking for blinker fluid. Or maybe I’d spend the rest of my lifealone and too afraid to do anything that might not be considered normal. Either way, I knew I would regret it.
Besides, I had to know if this was really what I wanted. The thought of liking cock terrified me down to my core, but it was a question that needed answering. I wasn’t some flaming fairy, I knew that. But there was an undeniable urge in me… and I had to know if it was the reason my life was such a mess. Could all this anger and the constant breakups be because there was something about me even I didn’t know?
I didn’t want to believe it. But there was only one way to find out.
I pulled on my jeans and grabbed my leather jacket, trying to ignore the way my hands were shaking slightly. This was ridiculous. I was a grown man, not some nervous teenager about to lose his virginity. But as I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was about to cross a line I'd never be able to uncross.
The address I'd memorized led me to a part of downtown I rarely visited. The building looked innocuous enough from the outside, just a plain brick facade with a small, discrete sign that read "Bathhouse." No neon lights, no flashy advertisements. If you didn't know what you were looking for, you'd walk right past it.
I sat on my bike for a long moment, engine ticking as it cooled, staring at that unassuming door. A few guys had gone in while I'd been sitting there, all different types. Some looked like regular dudes, others... Well, there was something off about them. Something that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up in a way that wasn't entirely unpleasant.
"Jesus Christ, just go in," I muttered to myself, swinging my leg over the bike.
The entrance fee was reasonable, and the guy at the desk didn't even look up from his magazine when I handed overthe cash. He just slid me a small key attached to a stretchy wristband.
"First time?" he asked, finally glancing up. He had kind eyes, but there was something lurking behind them that made my pulse quicken.
"Yeah," I managed, my voice coming out rougher than intended.
"Locker room and showers are first. Beyond that the steam room's to the right, bath’s dead ahead, and there’s a lot of other stuff upstairs . Have fun." He went back to his magazine like this was the most normal thing in the world. “Oh, and all personal belongings go in your locker. No phones, no watches, nothing. Just you and a towel. That’s it.”
I wasn’t sure if it was a threat or a promise, either way, it just made my heart beat faster.
The locker room was brighter than I'd expected, filled with the sound of running water and muffled voices. I found my assigned locker and started stripping down, hyperaware of every sound around me. A few other guys were changing nearby, and I tried not to look, tried not to notice the way one of them was built like he could bench press a truck.
Wrapping the towel around my waist, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I looked pale, nervous. Like prey.
The thought should have scared me. Instead, it sent a bolt of heat straight to my groin. It was gonna be hard to cover up my excitement with just a towel. However, as I looked around, I realized nobody else was. All of the men in the locker room were naked, and many of them were sporting full erections. Hell, there was even a guy in the next aisle sitting on a bench while another guy fucked his face with reckless abandon.
Around the next corner I found the open plan showers, the pillars of piping sprouting up from the floor in the tiled room. There were lots of guys there, some of them on their knees, somebent over the short shower walls, and others just watching and stroking themselves. However, there was one that caught my attention more than the others.
In the center of the room was a hulking seven foot shifter covered in dark brown fur. Horns erupted from the sides of his head, curling back and up. His face wasn’t that of a man, but of a cow, long and thick with deep brown eyes. Behind his horns were floppy brown ears and a tuft of fur like a mane running down his spine.
It was a minotaur. I knew it before I heard the hooves on the tile as he shifted his weight. But that wasn’t what caught my attention the most. My eyes were zeroed in on the massive foot-long cock currently being worked over by a man on his knees in the shower.
I stood frozen in the doorway, my towel forgotten in my hands. The minotaur's massive head was thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure as the human worked his enormous shaft with both hands and his mouth. The sound of wet sucking filled the steamy air, mixing with the minotaur's deep, rumbling groans.
My cock went from half-hard to fully erect in seconds, pressing against the terrycloth. I'd never seen anything like this in real life… only in those pictures that had been haunting my dreams. The minotaur's cock was even bigger than I'd imagined, thick as my wrist and covered in prominent veins. Pre-cum leaked steadily from the flared head, and the human on his knees was struggling to take even a quarter of it in his mouth.
"First time seeing a bull?"
I jumped at the voice beside me. A guy about my age, maybe a little older, was standing there completely naked, stroking himself lazily as he watched the show. He had the kind of confident smile that made my stomach flip.
"I... yeah," I managed, my voice hoarse.
"They're something else, aren't they?" He stepped closer, and I caught a whiff of his scent, clean soap mixed with something earthier, like leftover cologne. "I'm Marcus."
"Chris." I realized I was still clutching my towel and quickly wrapped it around my waist, though it did nothing to hide my obvious arousal.
Marcus chuckled. "You don't need that here. Nobody's judging." His eyes traveled down my body appreciatively. "Nice build. You work out?"
