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 hislocker, 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.
