(also known as horny_dad or lexxjld on some sites)
Dave hitched his rather small towel more tightly round his waist and made his way carefully across the large steamy room. The floor was slippery, and his bare feet on the wet concrete gave him little grip. He had found breathing in the hot damp atmosphere quite difficult at first, but after resting for a while had begun to enjoy the feeling of great beads of sweat rolling off his body. The salty drops made his eyes sting, so he wiped across his forehead with an equally sweaty forearm. Strong musky odours from his armpit assailed his nostrils. He sniffed himself appreciatively, the sexy man-smell making his towel rise a little.
Because it was mid-afternoon, he wasn't surprised to find himself the only man in the steam-room. The receptionist, an insolent and knowing boy who looked about twelve, leered suggestively as he handed Dave his towel and ticket and told him that "the action" didn't usually start until men from the local offices finished work at 5.30 or 6 o'clock. Then he proceeded to make a series of suggestions as to what he and Dave could do to while away the time. Clearly he was *much* older than twelve, or he had had a very good teacher. Dave had no interest at all in this unpleasant youth, though the thought of some of the things he might be able to indulge in later caused a sudden spasm of lust.
This was his first visit to a Turkish bath. His lover Sean (his *ex*-lover, Dave corrected himself carefully) had not approved of such places, so Dave's education was incomplete. Friends had recounted lurid tales of the goings-on in various Turkish baths and saunas around the world, and even if he discounted half of what they *said* they did there, the rest sounded like just the sort of fun he needed at the moment.
Sean might have disapproved of the casual anonymous sex which went on in Turkish baths, but when he brought home a young man whose name he didn't know (and wouldn't say where they had met), demanded that they all join in a threesome, and then got bored with Dave and told him to go and sleep in the spare room, it seemed the last straw.
Dave was usually a very mild man, but something snapped, and he stormed around the room turning Sean's clothes out of drawers and cupboards, then told Sean and his "friend" to leave his house. Sean's nameless new lover just lay there on the bed, grinning like a Cheshire cat, waving his erection in the breeze, until Dave slapped his face hard with one hand and his cock with the other, after which he realised that Dave meant business. When they had left, Dave felt a strange mixture of emptiness and freedom, and quite enjoyed the sensation of sleeping in a large double bed all on his own for once.
The steam-room was built in an L-shape, with some open-fronted showers at the angle of the L. At the far end of the room was a series of wooden slatted benches which formed a sort of high staircase for customers to relax on. Dave spread out his towel on the highest bench and tried to find a comfortable position to sit or lie down. He discovered that the slats were so far apart that most positions were very uncomfortable; finally he settled for lying on his front, with his head resting on his arms on the towel. As he wriggled around to position himself, his cock and balls slipped between two of the slats and hung down in the gap below the bench. Beads of sweat from his crotch dripped steadily from the end of his foreskin as he drifted off to sleep.
He awoke to a very strange sensation: someone was licking just the very end of his tool, catching each salty droplet of sweat in his mouth as it formed there. Dave's body had obviously begun to react to this stimulation before he woke, because he had the beginnings of a very satisfactory erection. He tried to look between the slats to see who was there, but it was too dark down below, so he decided just to lie there and enjoy these feelings. As he became more erect, the mouth became more insistent, sucking in his tip until his foreskin rolled back, and then tonguing his frenum vigorously until he was gasping with the sensation.
After a while, the mouth was replaced by two hands, one of which gripped round the base of his cock and balls while the other wanked his tool gently. By this time, Dave was overwhelmed in a sea of lusty thoughts and feelings, and began to moan quietly. He was getting close to coming when the stimulation stopped. Disappointed, he lay there with his eyes closed, wondering what was going to happen next, his cock throbbing to the pulse of his heartbeat.
Suddenly, grasping fingers reached through the slats and gripped his sweaty nipples tightly. Dave let out a strangled cry of pain and lust, and his tool felt as if it would explode. The fingers pinched, rolled, and caressed his most sensitive features until they were miniature mountains pointing downwards from his chest. His left tit was seized by what felt like a strong nipple clamp, followed immediately by another on his right side, and the pain sent a hot flush through his wracked body. He tried to raise his chest a little to see who was beneath him, but discovered that the two nipple clamps were joined by a tight chain which held him firmly down to the wooden slats.
Hands and mouth began to assault his rigid cock again, and fingers encircled his ballsack, stretching it downwards until it was almost painful. Then something firm and slippery was placed round the base of his balls, and he recognised the sensation of a leather ball-stretcher. He became even harder instantly, and tried to shift his weight on the uncomfortable bench, but found that the leather round his balls was also holding them clamped firmly underneath the wood. A slight feeling of panic arose in him as he realised that he was now helpless; at the same time he felt so sexy that he was ready to submit to the inevitable.
Heavy weights were attached to his nipple clamps and ball-stretcher, producing a strong burning sensation which made him gasp as they swung around beneath his restrained body. A slippery hand began to wank him rhythmically, sending shudders of delight coursing through his sweaty frame. But again as he reached the point of no return this stimulation stopped, and his unseen assailant just set the weights in motion so that fiery stabs of pain fuelled his lust.
When Dave heard a noise in the room behind him, he looked round as best he could from his somewhat fixed position and saw a handsome well-built bear of a man, his thick chest hair matted with beads of sweat. His wild mane of reddish hair continued round his face in a very full beard and on down to join his body fur. He was naked, and his half-hard cock rose from his bush at a tempting angle. In one hand he carried a short leather strap and in the other a butt-plug of such a size that Dave gasped involuntarily at the thought of it.
He gasped even more loudly when the strap whistled down and cracked across his buttocks, raising a long red weal. Again and again the leather fell, criss-crossing his sensitive behind until each stroke caused him to cry out. Caught between overwhelming sensations of lust and pain, Dave felt his cock swell into the uncontrollable spasms of a fantastic orgasm, just as a warm wet mouth engulfed the head of his tool to slurp down his salty outpourings. A bellow of satisfaction was forced from his throat as each spurt of spunk was eagerly received by the waiting mouth below.
