Page 4 of The Werebear's Swing
"Sweet merciful fuck," I muttered to myself as the tension in my shoulders began to dissolve. How long had it been since I'd allowed myself to truly relax? I couldn't remember.
For a few minutes, I just floated there, eyes half-closed, listening to the quiet murmur of conversations around me. Nobody seemed to be paying me any particular attention, which was both a relief and, if I was being honest with myself, a little disappointing.
A splash from the far side of the bath caught my attention. Two figures were entering the water. One was massive and dark, the other much smaller and pale by comparison. As they moved deeper into the bath, I realized the larger one wasn't human at all, but maybe some kind of demon. His skin was charcoal gray, almost black in the dim light, and two curved horns protruded from his forehead. His eyes though, they gave him away as they burned with a fire that I’d never seen before. He had to be at least seven feet tall, with shoulders nearly twice as broad as the slender man accompanying him.
The demon said something in a deep rumble that I couldn't quite make out, and his companion laughed, a light sound that carried across the water. They settled on the opposite side of the bath, the smaller man perched in the demon's lap.
I tried not to stare, but it was impossible to look away as the demon's massive hands began to roam over his partner's body. The smaller man tilted his head back, exposing his throat, which the demon immediately bent to kiss. Even from across the bath, I could see the flash of sharp teeth against pale skin.
My cock, which had been mostly soft since I'd entered the water, began to stiffen. I shifted uncomfortably, suddenly very aware of how visible I was in the clear water. But nobody seemed to care. In fact, as I glanced around, I noticed several other men were also watching the scene unfolding across the bath, some openly stroking themselves beneath the water.
The demon's hands slid lower, disappearing beneath the surface. Whatever he did made the smaller man gasp, his back arching. The demon grinned, revealing a mouth full of pointed teeth, and whispered something in his partner's ear that made him nod eagerly, his face flushing with desire.
I watched, transfixed, as the demon lifted his partner slightly. The smaller man's expression changed from anticipation to pleasure mixed with pain. His mouth fell open ina silent gasp as he was slowly lowered onto what must have been the demon's cock. I couldn't see beneath the water, but the way the smaller man's body tensed and trembled told me everything.
"Fuck," I whispered, my hand unconsciously drifting to my own erection beneath the water. I hadn't been this turned on in months. Maybe years.
The demon began to move his partner up and down, his massive hands gripping the smaller man's waist like it was nothing. The water rippled around them, small waves lapping at the edge of the bath. The smaller man had his eyes closed, head thrown back in ecstasy as he rode the demon's cock. His own erection bobbed above the waterline, red and straining against his stomach.
My breathing quickened as I watched them. The way the demon controlled his partner's body, the way the smaller man surrendered completely to the pleasure, it was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. I stroked myself slowly underwater, trying not to make it obvious what I was doing, though I doubted anyone would care.
"Please," I heard the smaller man beg, his voice carrying across the water. "Harder. Please."
The demon growled something in response, a sound so primal it sent shivers down my spine. He shifted their position, turning so the smaller man was bent over the edge of the bath, his ass now fully exposed.
That's when I got my first real look at the demon's cock. Jesus Christ. It had to be at least ten inches long and thick as a beer bottle, with ridges running along the shaft that caught the light as he positioned himself. The smaller man looked impossibly fragile in comparison, but he was pushing back against the demon eagerly, desperate for more. How was he ever going to take it?
The demon didn't make him wait. He thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying himself completely. The smaller man cried out, a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure that made my own cock throb painfully. I gripped myself tighter beneath the water, stroking in rhythm with the demon's thrusts. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
"Oh fuck, yes," the smaller man moaned, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the bath. "Fill me up. Fuck, you're so big."
The demon's response was a deep growl that seemed to vibrate through the water itself. His pace increased, each thrust sending ripples across the surface. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the tiled walls, mixing with their breathless moans and gasps.
I couldn't tear my eyes away. The demon's massive body was a work of art, all corded muscle and dark skin that seemed to absorb the blue light around us. Sweat beaded on his chest and shoulders as he worked, his face a mask of concentrated pleasure. The smaller man beneath him was completely lost to sensation, his body moving with each powerful thrust like a rag doll.
My hand moved faster on my cock as I watched them. When was the last time I'd felt that kind of raw desire? That complete abandonment to pleasure? I couldn't remember ever being with someone who could make me feel the way that demon was making his partner feel.
The smaller man's breathing became ragged, his moans higher pitched. "I'm gonna cum," he gasped. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna?—"
His words cut off in a strangled cry as his body went rigid. I watched his cock pulse as he came, shooting thick ropes of cum that splattered against the tile wall. The sight pushed medangerously close to my own edge, and I had to force myself to slow down, not ready for this incredible show to end for me yet.
The demon wasn't finished. If anything, his partner's orgasm seemed to drive him to fuck even harder. The smaller man went limp beneath him, overwhelmed by sensation, but the demon held him steady and continued his relentless pace.
"Take it," the demon growled, his voice rough with need. "Take every fucking inch."
The smaller man could only whimper in response, his body shaking with aftershocks as the demon used him. It was brutal and beautiful and so fucking hot I thought I might pass out from lack of blood to my brain.
Finally, with a roar that made several bathers look over in appreciation, the demon buried himself to the hilt and came. His whole body went taut, muscles standing out in sharp relief as he emptied himself into his partner. I could see the exact moment it happened. I saw the way his eyes rolled back, the way his grip on the smaller man's hips tightened possessively, and the way his balls pulsed as they emptied their load into the man’s ass.
I came at almost the same instant, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. I bit down hard on my lower lip to keep from crying out, my hand working frantically beneath the water as I shot rope after rope of cum. The release was so intense my vision went white for a moment, and I had to grip the edge of the bath to keep from sliding under the surface.
When I finally came back to myself, breathing hard and feeling more relaxed than I had in months, the demon and his partner were already separating. The smaller man turned in the demon's arms, and they kissed deeply and tenderly. It was such a contrast to the brutal fucking I'd just witnessed that it made my chest tight with something I didn't want to examine too closely, something that had been desperately missing from my life.
They climbed out of the bath together, the demon's massive frame making the other man look even more delicate by comparison. As they passed by my section of the pool, the smaller man caught my eye and winked, a knowing smile playing at his lips. My face burned with embarrassment at being caught watching, but he didn't seem offended. If anything, he looked pleased.
I stayed in the water until my breathing returned to normal and the evidence of my arousal had completely faded. The other bathers had returned to their quiet conversations and relaxation, as if what I'd just witnessed was perfectly normal. Maybe here it was.
Eventually, I climbed out and grabbed my towel, but instead of wrapping it around my waist, I found myself carrying it. The exhibitionist streak I was apparently developing surprised me, but something about this place made me feel bolder, more confident in my own skin.
