Page 5 of The Werebear's Swing
I wandered through the main area, taking in the various alcoves and spaces. Men lounged on cushioned benches, some alone, others in pairs or small groups. Conversations were kept to low murmurs, creating an atmosphere of intimacy despite the open space. I found the stairs Ferguson had mentioned and paused, looking up toward what he'd called the playrooms.
My cock was already starting to stir again just thinking about what might be happening up there. When was the last time I'd been this horny? This eager to explore? The stress of work, the constant worry about money, the bone-deep exhaustion… all of it seemed to have evaporated in the steam of the bathhouse.
I climbed the stairs slowly, my bare feet silent on the carpeted steps. The second floor was laid out like a long hallway with doors on either side. Some were closed, and I could hear muffled sounds from behind them too. Moans, gasps, and the occasional sharp cry of pleasure found my ears. Other doorsstood open, revealing small rooms with different setups. Some had beds, others had padded benches, and some had holes in the walls with anonymous cocks pushing through from the other side.
But it was the room at the far end of the hall that caught my attention. Unlike the others, this one had a pair of double doors that were standing open. And beyond I could see a gathering of some sort. Curiosity got the better of me as I headed toward it.
As I approached the double doors, I could hear the sound of multiple voices, all male, creating a low buzz of anticipation. My pulse quickened as I stepped into the doorway and took in the scene before me.
The room was larger than any of the others I'd glimpsed, with tiered seating arranged in a semicircle around what appeared to be the main attraction, a leather sex swing suspended from the ceiling by heavy chains. The swing itself was positioned perfectly in the center, with dim spotlights creating a circle of light that contrasted sharply with the dimmer red-tinted lighting where the audience sat.
And what an audience it was. At least thirty men filled the seats, a mix of humans and monsters I was still learning to identify. Some stroked themselves openly while others simply watched with rapt attention. The air was thick with testosterone, arousal, and anticipation, making my skin prickle with awareness.
I hesitated in the doorway, suddenly unsure if I should be here. This felt different from the casual intimacy I'd witnessed in the bath downstairs. This was organized. Deliberate. A show.
Before I could back away, a figure emerged from a side door that I hadn't noticed. My breath caught in my throat.
Ferguson.
But this wasn't the friendly, tank-top-wearing bear who'd bought me a membership downstairs.ThisFergusoncommanded the room with his presence alone. He'd traded his casual clothes for a black leather harness that crisscrossed his massive chest, emphasizing every ridge of muscle beneath his dark fur. A thick cock ring adorned his impressive equipment, making his already substantial package look even more imposing. His cock hung heavy and thick between his legs, easily eight inches even while soft.
The conversations in the audience died away as Ferguson stepped into the spotlight. He surveyed the crowd with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how much power he wielded in this moment.
"Good evening, gentlemen," he said, his deep voice carrying easily through the room. "Who's ready for tonight's entertainment?"
A chorus of appreciative murmurs and calls answered him. I pressed myself against the doorframe, trying to make myself invisible while still maintaining a view of the proceedings.
Ferguson's eyes swept the audience, and I held my breath as his gaze passed over me. For just a moment, I thought he'd spotted me, but he continued his survey without acknowledgement.
"Tonight, I'm looking for someone special," he continued, beginning to pace slowly around the swing. "Someone who's never experienced what this beautiful piece of equipment can offer." His massive hand trailed along one of the leather straps, and I felt my mouth go dry. "Someone who might be...newto our little community."
My heart hammered against my ribs. He couldn't possibly mean?—
"You." His voice cut through my panicked thoughts like a blade. He was staring right at me.. "Would you like to join me tonight?"
Every head in the audience turned toward the doorway where I stood frozen. Thirty pairs of eyes fixed on me, and I felt heat flood my face. Part of me wanted to turn and run, but another part, a part I hadn't acknowledged in far too long, stirred with excitement. Ferguson's eyes held mine, patient but commanding, waiting for my answer.
"I—" My voice cracked. I swallowed and tried again. "I've never done anything like this before."
Ferguson's smile widened, revealing sharp teeth that glinted in the spotlight. "That's exactly what I'm looking for." He extended his massive paw toward me. "Come. Let me show you pleasure you've never imagined."
The room fell silent, the collective breath of thirty men held in anticipation of my decision. My feet moved before my brain had fully committed, carrying me forward into the circle of light. The moment I stepped into the spotlight, the doors behind me swung shut with a heavy thud that felt like a point of no return.
Ferguson's warm paw enveloped my hand, drawing me closer. Up close, his size was even more intimidating. The top of my head barely reached his chest, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body.
“Remember, we’ll only do this if you want to," he rumbled, his breath hot against my ear. "Tell me, have you ever surrendered control completely to another?"
I shook my head, my throat too tight to speak.
"Would you like to try?" His paw slid up my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "I promise to take care of you. To give you exactly what you need."
My cock was already fully hard, straining upward against my stomach. The audience, the swing, Ferguson's massive presence… it all combined into a heady cocktail of fear and arousal that made my head swim.
"Yes," I managed to say, the word barely audible.
Ferguson's answering growl of approval vibrated through my entire body. "Good boy," he murmured, and those two simple words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin.
He turned to address the audience, one paw still resting possessively on my shoulder. "Gentlemen, tonight we have a virgin to the swing. Let's make sure his first experience is memorable, shall we?"
