Page 1 of The Werewolf’s Sauna (Bathhouse Beasts #1)

“ A ny big plans this weekend?” my co-worker asked as she leaned over the cubicle wall.

Yeah. I planned to find a stranger, get pounded out like a slab of beef, immediately get depressed when he left me in the dust, then come back to this corporate hell hole come Monday. Same as every fucking weekend, Cheryl.

“Nope,” I lied, putting on my best customer service voice. It was the only one I used at work, regardless of who I was talking to. “Just gonna relax. Maybe I’ll hit the poor at the gym tomorrow.”

“Nice,” she nodded, a big toothy smile on her face.

She was always smiling. It was unnatural.

“I’m having a big cookout with the family.

My husband rented a big grill to roast a pig.

We’re gonna put on a giant fireworks show out over the lake for the kids.

And of course, there’s gonna be lots of cocktails. ”

Fucking Cheryl was the worst. She liked to rub her picture-perfect suburban life into everyone’s faces.

Her husband was some business major she’d snagged in college that turned out to be something more than a frat boy by some miracle.

She rode his cock all the way to a big diamond ring and a huge house.

Of course, she had her obligatory two kids, a dog, and a white picket fence.

Then she walked around the office telling everyone how she didn’t need the money from her job, but work was just so much fun .

Cheryl was full of shit. Working customer service for any corporation was about as enjoyable as being eaten alive by crocodiles.

“Wow. That sounds really fun,” I said, trying not to be as flat as possible.

I wanted to push her off a cliff.

“It will be!” she smiled back. Grabbing her oversize designer bag, she slung it over her shoulder and gave me a little wave. “Have a great weekend, Ty!”

“You too…”

I waited until she was out of sight to blow out a deep sigh.

If the nine to five life didn’t kill me, pretending to be kind to fake people with something to prove certainly would.

In fact, I was fairly certain I didn’t like people at all.

Maybe that’s why I tended to keep the company of monsters during my free time instead.

Then again, it didn’t matter that much because friends weren’t something I had a lot of to begin with. I had a hard time letting people in.

Probably had something to do with being turned out of my own home at sixteen when I came out.

I shook my head as I shoved my work laptop into my bag. Thinking about those days never helped, so there was no reason to dwell on it. No amount of feeling guilty, angry, or sad would fix the past. Instead, it was time to focus on the weekend and my trip to the bathhouse in town.

Being a single gay guy with no intent to settle down or date, the bathhouse suited me just fine.

Not only did the membership grant me access to all the amenities like baths, saunas, and the spa.

But it also meant I could get out all my stress and frustration via the sex swings, gloryholes, and fuck rooms so I could stomach going back to my boring corporate life on Monday.

It might not have been the healthiest way to deal with stress, but at least I wasn’t a crack addict.

That, at least, was a mark in my favor. Besides, the bathhouse did something else wonderful for its visitors.

It leveled the playing field.

Social status and jobs were left in the lockers with clothes and accessories.

A towel was all that was allowed inside.

There was no parading, no fancy watches, and no peacocking.

It was exposure in the deepest sense of the word as the troubles of life were stripped away.

Nobody knew who you were, what you did, or how valuable you might be to society.

We were all the same, just men looking for release and camaraderie.

I loved it.

And the sex was amazing. There was something so freeing about fucking strangers.

Everything was raw and instinctual, without all the social song and dance.

Meeting others was easy, especially since it rarely required texts, conversation, or even the exchange of names.

That was the best kind of socializing if you asked me.

Spending hours on apps sifting through fake profiles and picture hunters was not my thing.

But a knowing glance and a simple yes or no was all it took in the bathhouse.

It was no nonsense and if I decided I wasn’t having a good time, all I had to do was walk away. Easy.

The only question left on my mind was which night to go. Friday night was always fun, but going Saturday meant I could be there earlier and stay longer.

And my answer was the same as always. In the spirit of a famous taco commercial… Why not both ?

If I wanted to have enough time to really enjoy myself though, I needed to get the hell out of the office. Grabbing my bag, I headed toward the exit, scanning my badge on the way out. I took one last glance at the hellscape of cubicles behind me and flipped them the bird.

“Fuck you, cube farm,” I muttered and pushed my way out into the bright sunlight.

The light scent of chlorine struck me as I stepped into the main lobby of the bathhouse.

It was a simple room with a single man running the front desk as always.

On the other side were two doors. One to enter and one to exit.

But there was no hint as to what went on inside besides the scent of the pool beyond the locker rooms.

I stepped up to the counter, the weight of my phone and wallet threatening to pull my gym shorts down. I never wore much to the bathhouse, just enough to be decent.

“ID and member card,” the man droned. Surely he’d asked the same question a billion times already.

“Sorry,” I replied, fishing both out of my wallet and sliding them across the counter.

He scanned both quickly, checked me into their computer system, and pushed them back to me.

“All personal items and electronics are prohibited beyond the locker room.” He handed me a small silver key on a simple paracord necklace.

“Locker three fifty-seven. Please leave your key in the drop box on the way out.”

I’d never met such an unenthusiastic person. But I couldn’t blame him. He had basically the same job I did and customer service, whether for an insurance company or a bathhouse, was terrible.

“Thank you,” I replied, giving him a smile.

“Yep,” he nodded, gesturing toward the door on the right hand side. “Enjoy the bathhouse.”

I gave him one last nod and a small wave, but he was no longer looking at me. Taking a deep breath, I pushed my way through the swinging door as he buzzed me through. The moment the wave of chlorine and fresh linens hit me, I felt myself relax. Tonight was going to be just what I needed.

The first stop was the locker room of course.

Usually there wasn’t much going on in there.

People had a tendency to save their excitement for the rest of the bathhouse.

However, before I’d even found my locker, I saw at least a dozen cocks.

Some hard, some flaccid, and some not human at all.

And nobody cared that I stared openly, enjoying the sight of each one as my own cock thickened and tented my shorts.

Of course, there were a few grunts and moans coming from the open plan showers, but I paid them little mind.

I was here for the next few hours and I didn’t want to blow my load on the appetizer.

Not when the bathhouse had so much more to offer.

Once I found my locker, I stored all my items away and slipped the key around my neck.

I headed for the showers first, wanting to rinse off before I went inside.

In this place I wasn’t shy. I walked openly, my cock flopping from side to side.

It had taken me months to build that kind of confidence of course.

And I was still a bit shy to initiate the actual sex part.

Usually I left that to another. But I was not shy about watching other people fuck.

The moment I stepped into the open showers and turned the way on, I turned to let it run down my back so I could let my eyes wander.

In the center of the room, at the base of a shower tree, was a young human twink on his knees.

He couldn’t have been older than nineteen, but he was sucking cock like an old pro.

He stroked a long, thick cock, pumping it with his fist as he swallowed what he could lengthwise.

Another man stepped up, his bulging muscles glistening with water.

His cock was a little shorter, but thick and heavy.

The twink let the other go with a pop, taking this new cock into his mouth while he stroked the other.

However, his attention was pulled upward as a dark-furred creature stepped up, his massive dark-skinned dick throbbing.

He had a long snout, tall pointed ears, and a golden loop through each nipple.

I recognized him immediately as an Anubis.

They were rare and not seen often in my part of the world.

Maybe he was on vacation or maybe he’d just moved to my city.

Either way, his fangs gleamed bright white as he smiled down at the twink.

“Would you like to ride my cock?” he asked, his deep voice echoing off the tiles. His accent was thick and mesmerizing. “Would that please you?”

The twink nodded dumbly, dropping the cocks he’d been servicing and launching himself onto the Anubis.

He swallowed his cock greedily, choking on it before he even swallowed it halfway.

The other two men stepped back, both stroking themselves as they watched.

I was also rock hard, giving myself a few soft strokes to send shivers up my spine.