And now to bath

Bathing was agony.

It looked like you were a helpless hare among several predators. Everyone gave you penetrating looks that left you shaken, afraid of what would come next. This fear got stronger every time you had to bend down to fill your mug with hot water, and your ass was exposed to everyone who was behind you.

It was normal for them to masturbate in the bathhouse. It was the only place where such an act was allowed. But it was also normal for them to do this with their backs to others, except that with you, some brave ones showed off their hard, pulsating cocks bathed in hot water while they dissected you with shameless eyes. At least they had the decency to look away when you looked back. The hardest thing was holding your own erection... you didn't want them to see how much smaller you were close to theirs (and you also didn't want them to know that your dick was hard because you looked at their dick).

You bent down to fill the water mug in the big wooden basin and, before you could get up, you felt something slightly strange touching your ass and your back. Startled, you patted your ass with your free hand just to touch a thick, viscous, familiar-looking liquid. Somebody came in your ass!

You looked around for the perpetrator, but whoever owned that cum was gone.

Was someone really... masturbating for me? To my asshole, every time I bent down? Are they so **** that this is enough for them?

You looked at that stickiness running through your fingers, dripping like an attractive slime down your hand.