Part Ten Plain Brown Wrapper
“Take care of you” meant that the guy behind the desk would tell him where Joe was. Scott reminded himself of that several times as he walked down South Street.
He’d seen saunas that specialised in catering to gay and bi men before, from the outside at least, so he knew what to expect.
It would be discreetly tucked into a basement property.
Very few signs, and none making it clear that it catered to men who had no interest in the possible health benefits of a sauna.
It would be the kind of place that men ducked into while hoping that no one spotted them. Forget relaxed, gay friendly spaces—most of the men in a sauna wouldn’t even be out.
Scott was almost at the end of the directions Joe had texted him when he finally dragged his eyes up from the pavement to get a good look at his destination.
Forget everything he’d predicted. The sign above the door was huge and featured several very attractive men wearing very small towels. Forget cramped basement properties—this sauna occupied the entire building.
Scott shuffled his feet on the pavement outside for several minutes, trying to re-jig his expectations. Whatever Joe had planned for him tonight, it wasn’t going to be like their visit to the glory hole in that rough pub. Joe wasn’t trying to show him the seedier, rougher side of gay sex tonight.
No longer needing to be concerned that he might be stabbed or mugged, Scott now worried that he might be expected to purchase a membership that cost more than his annual salary.
“First time?”
Scott jumped.
There was a guy behind him. He was older than Scott, perhaps in his mid-forties, and wearing a business suit.
Scott blinked at him.
The man laughed, but not in a particularly unkind way. “Yes, definitely a first timer.”
Scott felt the blush rush to his cheeks. The man opened the door and held it for him. “After you.”
Scott hesitated for a second before rushing forward. He was halfway through stuttering out his thanks when he spotted the reception desk. His pulse doubled.
The man he’d met outside put his hand on the small of Scott’s back. Scott jumped forward liked a scalded cat. The man chuckled again, but Scott had very little attention to spare for him.
His focus was all on the man standing behind the reception desk. Joe. The world was instantly a more manageable place. The guy behind the desk really would take care of him.
Joe raised an eyebrow. That was all he needed to do to make Scott jerk into action.
Go straight to reception.
Standing around just inside the door wasn’t part of Scott’s orders. He hurried up to the reception desk.
“My young friend here is a first timer,” the man from outside said as he stepped up alongside Scott.
Scott opened and closed his mouth, but he had no idea how to explain that he really wasn’t friends with the man, especially when the guy was standing right there.
Joe didn’t even blink. “You must be Mr Evans.” He glanced at the computer as if checking something. “You booked an introductory visit with an eye to taking out an annual membership. Right?”
Scott nodded on the familiar principle that Joe was always right about everything.
“No problem. I’ll just sign in the gentleman behind you, then I’ll be right with you.”
Scott nodded again; and when Joe glanced at a patch of floor just to Scott’s left, Scott moved to stand there.
Joe took a card off the guy who was obviously a regular visitor to the sauna, swiped it through a machine attached to the computer, pressed a few buttons on the keyboard and handed the guy a key. “Enjoy your visit, Mr Leonard.”
Mr Leonard looked Scott pointedly up and down. “I’m sure I will.” He winked at Scott before heading through the door to the left of reception leaving Joe and Scott alone.
“I m-m-met him just outside. I—”
“Scott,” Joe cut in.
Scott fell silent.
“I’m not an idiot. The man didn’t even know your name. And even if he did, I’m hardly going to think you came here to play with him, am I?”
Scott took a deep breath and nodded to himself.
Everything was fine, well mostly. “I haven’t come since last time we m-m-met up.
” As soon as the words tumbled from his lips, Scott regretted them.
He put his hand over his mouth, but Joe just chuckled as if he saw nothing wrong with him making that sort of declaration in a public place.
“Good boy.”
Scott relaxed enough to smile when Joe said that. They really were wonderful words.
A door opened behind Joe and a red-headed man about the same age as them stepped through.
Joe turned to him. “Perfect timing, Ben. You can hold down the fort while I take Mr Evans on a tour of the facilities.”
Scott was vaguely aware of Joe typing something into the computer, but he couldn’t think of anything useful to contribute. He remained still and silent until Joe stepped away from the desk and ordered him through the same door Mr Leonard had used.
It might have sounded like a polite, business-like invitation, but Scott still knew it was an order. He followed it immediately, but any hopes he had of speaking to Joe in private died as Joe led him into a locker room where several men were already getting changed.
Joe opened a locker. “If you’d like to leave your clothes here, Mr Evans.” He took a towel out of a locker and put it on the bench next to Scott.
Scott glanced around. Other men were also getting undressed. He’d survived the boots only night, he could survive this too. He started to undo his shirt, only to stall when he saw that Joe was also getting undressed.
Joe opened a locker a few down from Scott and put his T-shirt in it. He took out a towel and placed it on the bench next to Scott’s.
Scott watched the way Joe’s muscles moved on his back when he bent down to take off his trainers.
His desire to worship Joe’s bare skin hadn’t decreased since the boots only night. Scott’s legs trembled, begging him to drop to his knees and rub his face against Joe’s skin, but he managed to resist.
Joe straightened up and undid his fly. Scott watched as Joe undid each button. Joe wasn’t wearing underwear, of course; Scott wasn’t actually sure Joe owned any.
Joe’s pubic hair was revealed, quickly followed by his cock. Saliva flooded Scott’s mouth. He tried to keep back a needy little whimper and failed. It had been less than a week since he sucked Joe’s cock, but it felt like years.
Joe didn’t try to hide his cock, or to show it off either. He moved around completely naturally; placing his clothes in his locker, then taking a few things out of the small space before closing and locking it.
Scott loved every inch of Joe’s body, but his attention kept reverting to Joe’s cock. No longer entirely soft, his glans was just starting to peek past the end of his foreskin. Scott licked his lips.
“Less staring, more obeying.”
Scott snapped his attention up to Joe’s face at whiplash speed.
Joe smiled, but it was nothing like the polite expression that had graced his features in the reception area. His lips twisted up at the same angle as before, but his eyes looked feral. It wasn’t a friendly expression, and it went straight to Scott’s cock.
Scott swallowed rapidly, feeling very much like a rabbit trapped in a set of extra bright headlights.
“Now.”
Scott finally regained power over his limbs. He scrambled out of his shirt and shoved it haphazardly into the locker. He tossed his trainers and socks in on top of his shirt, not thinking clearly enough to care how crumpled he’d look when he left the sauna.
Obeying Joe’s orders was all that mattered. Jeans off and crammed into the locker, Scott only had his boxer shorts left.
He reached for the towel that he’d seen Joe place on the bench behind him earlier, but it was gone. He turned to Joe.
“The regular members have green towels,” Joe said, conversationally. “Blue is for members of staff. Red is for guests.” He indicated the two towels he’d picked up and draped casually over one knee.
Neither towel did anything to hide his cock, which was now flushed with arousal and rising away from his crotch.
Scott managed to nod his understanding of the colour code without looking away from Joe’s cock. He waited patiently, happy to enjoy the view until Joe wanted to pass him the red towel.
Several minutes passed. Neither of them moved. Finally, Scott looked up. Joe raised an eyebrow.
“M-m-may I have my towel, p-p-please?” Scott asked.
“You’re not undressed yet.”
Scott shifted his weight from one foot to the other and tried to find the right words to explain to Joe that he wanted to wrap the towel around his waist and struggle out of the boxers underneath it; the same way he had changed into swimming trunks at the beach when he was little.
No words left his lips. For once, that had nothing to do with his stutter.
He obviously didn’t have Joe’s permission to hide his crotch while exchanging the boxers for the towel.
“Problem?” Joe asked.
Yes, there was, and Scott was well aware that Joe already knew what it was. Scott hadn’t stepped foot in a changing room since Joe ordered him to keep his pubic area shaved. He had no interest in displaying his hairlessness to strangers.
“Did you forget to shave?” Joe asked.
Scott frowned, wondering why Joe would think that. He shook his head.
“So you’re not trying to hide your disobedience, then?”
“N-n-no!”
Joe smiled, just a little less evilly than before. “How many men are in the changing room at the moment?”
Scott tore his gaze away from Joe and looked around. The other guys had all left.
“I’m the only one who’ll get a good look at you—unless you keep stalling until other guys turn up, of course.”
Scott hurriedly shoved his boxers down and kicked them off. He tossed them in the locker and tried to take the towel.
Joe pulled it out of his reach. Seconds stretched out and felt like hours as Joe kept him standing there, completely exposed to anyone who might walk into the room, while he ran his eyes slowly over Scott’s body.