His bag slung over his shoulder, Marcus made his way from the lobby to his room and stepped inside. It wasn't often he brought his toys with him to the baths. Sometimes he merely stopped in for a drink and a quick blowjob, sometimes he took a room for the night to indulge himself in whatever tight piece of ass might be available. And occasionally, like today, he hoped to find someone who liked to play down in the dungeon. And for that reason, he liked to be prepared. Just like a Boy Scout, he chuckled to himself.<br/><br/>He undressed lazily, removing the tight black T-shirt that covered his firmly muscled torso, covered with fine, dark hair. His black leather belt was next, followed by his boots, and lastly his faded jeans with a hole in one knee. Clad now in only a white jock, he gazed at himself in the mirror that covered the wall, and smiled. Handsome, chiseled features gazed back at him. A strong jaw and a roman nose decorated his face alongside high cheekbones and a dark scruff that covered his skin, giving notice that he opted not to shave this morning. Slight flecks of gray peppered his short dark hair, but it only enhanced his masculinity and gave him a definite virile air that was undeniable. Which was exactly how he preferred it.<br/><br/>Marcus yanked off the jock and slipped a towel about his trim hips. Pulling a fine Cuban cigar out of his bag, he clipped the end and held it between two fingers, as he slipped the key to his room around his wrist. Satisfied, he padded out of the room, locking it behind him and started for the common lounge. It was his custom to enjoy a cigar and a drink before making the rounds.<br/><br/>He entered the common lounge, nodding at a few of the patrons. He recognized a few by face, and would recognize a few more only if he got a good look at their ass cheeks, which was how he would remember them, spread open and taking his cock deep inside. Trenton and Dante were regulars, and he acknowledged them both with a lift of his chin and a faint smile as he slid into a chair at the bar and ordered a Jack Daniels, straight up. He only allowed himself one drink, which he sipped lazily as his dark eyes roamed the area. As Marcus liked to play in the dungeon, it would be irresponsible for him to indulge in too much alcohol, for the safety of himself and whatever sub he choose to play with.<br/><br/>His eyes fell on the boy, and to Marcus' amusement, the kid had attracted the attention of every other Top in the place. No doubt the boy was in for a wild ride this evening. Marcus grabbed a pack of matches and lit his cigar, cupping it and taking a few deep pulls, the end glowing brightly. He exhaled the sweet smoke and settled back in his chair, muscular legs spread as the towel dipped low on his abdomen.