Page 2 of The Anubis’s Massage (Bathhouse Beasts #2)

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 over the 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, some bent 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?"

"I'm a mechanic," I said, then immediately felt stupid for the response.

"That explains the calluses." Before I could react, he reached out and took my hand, running his thumb over my palm. The simple touch sent electricity shooting up my arm. "I like a man who works with his hands."

I should have pulled away. Should have made some excuse and gotten the hell out of there. But instead, I found myself stepping closer, drawn in by his confidence and the way he was looking at me like I was exactly what he'd been hoping to find.

"You want to get a better look?" Marcus nodded toward the minotaur, who was now gripping the human's head with both massive hands, guiding him up and down his shaft. "Or maybe you want to do more than look?"

My mouth went dry. "I don't... I mean, I've never..."

"Everyone's got a first time." His hand was still holding mine, warm and reassuring. "What do you say we start slow? Just you and me?"

“I…” I paused, taking a deep breath. “I’m not sure if…”

“Tell you what,” Marcus said, smiling. “There’s some private rooms upstairs. Each of them has a glory hole. Why don’t you go up and… experiment without anybody watching. Maybe if I get lucky, I’ll find your cock up there.”

With a grin and a wave, Marcus headed through the door into the rest of the bathhouse.

I was left standing there hard, leaking pre-cum, and breathless from the idea.

I’d heard of glory holes before, but I hadn’t realized they were private rooms. Marcus’s suggestion was perfect.

There I could get a look at a cock up close and see what I wanted to do.

Hell, maybe I’d just let someone suck me off and call it a night.

However, as I stepped through the door into the bathhouse, I realized it wasn’t the kind of place that you go to pump and dump and just leave.

It was far more than that. The moment the scent of steaming water and sex hit me, I knew I was going to spend most of the night there. I had no other choice. Not anymore.

I wandered for a few minutes in search of the stairs.

In the process I walked through one of the large roman-style baths with groups clinging to the edges, all of them in various states of fucking.

Then I walked past the private pools, a few saunas, and what looked to be a massage parlor.

Finally I found the stairs and took them two at a time in my excitement.

Upstairs there were sex swings, bondage rooms, and finally the private rooms Marcus had told me about.

I chose one down at the far end that was open and slipped inside, locking the door behind me.

It was dark inside, only a single dim red light illuminating it from the ceiling.

The walls were shiny and there was a drain in the center of the floor.

I imagined it was for cleaning. The place must’ve gotten sprayed down every morning after it was coated in cum from top to bottom.

And there, in the center of the righthand wall, was a hole.

I stared at it, my cock twitching against my towel.

Pulling it off, I dropped it to the floor and crouched to look at the hole.

It was cleanly cut and sanded smooth, clearly meant for sticking your dick through.

However, when I glanced through, I didn’t see the other room.

Instead I saw an open mouth full of inhuman teeth and a dark tongue.

“Wanna fuck my mouth?” a voice said, the accent definitely foreign, though I couldn’t place where it was from. “Let me see that cock.”

I stared for a moment, unsure of what kind of creature this was. I didn’t really care, I was mostly curious. But it wasn’t until I caught a glimpse of a dark horn and a glowing red eye that I realized the man on the other side was actually a demon, possibly an incubus.

“You shy, baby?” he asked, a playful grin on his face. “Let daddy take care of you.”

I wasn’t used to being talked to like that, but honestly, it turned me on.

My cock was twitching hard as I stood up, pre-cum still leaking from my tip.

Taking a step forward, I clenched my eyes shut and pushed my cock through the hole, knowing there was no going back. After tonight, I’d never be the same.

“So thick…” the man whispered. “And leaking…”

But that was the last thing he said, or at least the last thing I heard. The next moment my cock was enveloped in the most wonderful wet heat I’d ever felt in my life.