Into Another World - Sean's Story 5

Into Another World - Sean's Story

Part 5

Posted: March 24, 2006
Title: Into Another World - Sean's Story
Author: Ian Howe

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Sean awoke to the cosy feeling of a warm body spooning him. The comfort turned out to be short-lived. As soon as he opened his eyes he remembered with a shock that his bedmate was a male. His efforts to disentangle himself from the dark blond man next to him were severely hampered by the fact that he was still handcuffed to the bed.

Trying his best not to wake the sleeping man, Sean sat up and swore silently. His head felt completely unclouded for the first time in a while and he did not like this much, considering the circumstances of his sojourn. On the other hand, he needed to think clearly if he was going to escape from this madhouse.

Everything had seemed so easy last night when he had thought about it. His most immediate problem was how to leave this place. Then he would get his divorce and the custody sorted out. Once that was solved, he would change his life. In a way, he was glad for having been forced to think about his current habits. The Sheik was right - he was drinking too much and had not looked after himself for quite a while. And, since the Sheik appeared to mean him well, he would simply ask the man to let him go.

Unfortunately, the situation looked rather different in broad daylight. Urban had abducted him to become part of his harem. However ridiculous this sounded, here he was, and he had a feeling that the Sheik would not let him go just because he asked nicely. But sooner or later somebody would raise the alarm at his disappearance - his agent or his lawyers; he winced at the thought. Anyway, he'd better be prepared to run in case they took too long to launch a search for him.

Apart from the fact that they were in the middle of a desert, Sean did not know much about his current whereabouts. He needed to find out more about the place and its inhabitants before he could make a plan. It had been a foolish idea to simply run the night before, but his brain had been clouded by the aftereffects of the drugs and what he had discovered in the cupboards.

The guy with the strange name - Viggo - had appeared to be a decent enough fellow yesterday, when he had convinced the older man to unchain him during the meal. But the events during the night had made Sean wary and suspicious. The old guy, Ian, seemed concerned and caring, but of course he was one of the people who had abducted him in the first place, same as Hugo, the doctor. The Sheik - Sean shuddered. Urban was obviously a total nutter. The conclusion was not to his liking: No one he had met so far could be trusted to support his attempt to flee.

The fact that he was supposed to be a slave in a male harem appeared a minor problem compared to the challenge of escaping. Sean was convinced that he would not be in this place for long enough to get into serious trouble with his fellow men. He had the impression that everybody he had met so far was gay, and the thought of being the only straight man in their midst made him feel uneasy - exposed - yeah, that was what he felt like. Still, this part of his current situation he could handle. Sean knew that he was not gay; he had never been interested in men in that way, and knew he never would be. After all, he had been propositioned before, and it had never been a problem for him.

Right now, however, Sean had more urgent business. His bladder was full and he had to find a way to relieve himself that did not involve help from anyone who'd interpret his morning wood as an invitation to play!

Speak of the devil... The man next to him yawned and stretched, and Sean was greeted by a friendly, "Good morning! Sunlight suits you - you look much better today!"

The Brit felt panic rise when he remembered the previous night's activities, and he found himself speechless for a moment, blushing and not daring to meet the other man's eyes. He swallowed hard and forced himself to calm down. After all, Viggo did not know that Sean had been awake. "Uh, yeah, good morning to you, too..." Not the most eloquent answer, but, hell, he wasn't here for pleasantries.

Intelligent blue-grey eyes studied Sean for a minute before Viggo addressed him again. "You would benefit from a trip to the bathroom." Not waiting for a reply, the Dane left the room.

Sean shrugged. Not his fault if he had acquired a certain aromatic smell. Truth was, he would give a lot for a shower or bath, but did not dare ask because these mad bastards would probably insist on joining him. Never before had he felt uncomfortable about sharing a bathroom with his mates, but these guys could not be trusted.

His keeper returned almost immediately, accompanied by Ian and three men in the same black silk boxers that Viggo wore, which appeared to be some kind of uniform. All the newcomers had dark hair; one, younger than Viggo but older than the other two, was a big man with brown eyes. The second man was slender and looked at him with a radiant smile. Sean vaguely remembered their faces from the night before. A slightly menacing aura emanated from the third man who had intense hazel eyes and, Sean gasped at the image, whose nipples were pierced and adorned with small silver rings. He looked mean.

Sean's face lit up when Ian released his hands from the cuffs. The older man gave the blond a stern look and nodded at the big man. "Eric will help you to the bathroom where you can freshen up and shave before breakfast. I suggest you don't fight him; you wouldn't stand a chance. And your ankle would appreciate the rest." He handed a pair of black silk boxers to Sean.

Assuming that these panties - Sean eyed the flimsy garment with disgust - were indeed the harem's uniform, the Brit briefly considered refusing to wear them. His defiance was, however, quickly shattered by the thought that Eric helping him to the bathroom most likely meant that the big man would carry him there. Better not risk any skin-to-skin contact. The blond dressed hesitantly and Ian rewarded him with a satisfied smile.

Sean's assumption had been right. He was carried to the bathroom by a grinning Eric. Thankfully, they left him alone to relieve himself, but Viggo, Eric, and the two younger men returned shortly after he had stripped and gotten into the steaming bath that had been waiting for him.

The smiling stranger introduced himself as Craig, and Sean acknowledged him with a nod. Inwardly, he squirmed, wishing only that they'd leave again. He had no intention of displaying his naked body in front of the men, but knew that sooner or later he had to step out of the tub. The others seemed to have noticed his reluctance to get up, too. Craig locked eyes with Sean, and dared the glaring Brit to leave the bath. When the blond did not act in the desired fashion, the younger man shrugged and solved the matter by pulling the bath stop. Viggo took pity and handed a large towel to the fuming Brit, who scrubbed at his wet skin vigorously while Eric made sure he did not put weight on his bad foot.

Finally dried, Sean was carried to an adjoining room, and laid on what appeared to be a massage table. Before he could protest, his hands were cuffed again, and this time his ankles were also bound to the table. Fiercely tugging at his ties, the Brit found himself efficiently immobilised. Shouting insults, his frustration was only outdone by his feelings of helplessness for being at the other men's mercy.

When the blond's fighting grew weaker, he was approached by Craig. "Are you done yet? Believe me, these bonds hold." The younger man grinned, then became serious again. "I'd appreciate it if you'd lie still. That'd make it easier to shave you..." Sean's eyes bulged at the sight of the razor near his throat and he gave up. He'd feared much worse than a shave. Best to conserve his energy until they released him from the cuffs...

Craig proved to be a talented barber. He finished his work quickly, and, closing his eyes in relief, Sean sighed. That made him miss the other men's exchange of a significant look, and he nearly jumped off the table with a roar when he felt a gentle, warm hand on his cock.

"DON'T YOU DARE...!" The Brit's frantic struggling was anticipated and hindered by Eric's hands on his hips. Sean felt panic rise and he was close to hyperventilating when he heard Viggo's calm voice say, "Let him be, Craig. It won't work this way. He needs a woman..."

Sean had no idea what the man with the Danish accent was talking about, but he was grateful when the caresses stopped. Viggo covered him with a towel, and the blond averted his eyes while he regained his breath.

The uncomfortable silence in the room was lifted when Eric, who had silently obeyed Viggo's suggestion, led a young woman to the table. She had dark hair, large blue eyes, and smiled at Sean seductively. Her mouth immediately leaned into his and she engaged him in a passionate kiss before he even knew what was happening. Gasping for air, he managed to break the kiss after a minute and favoured her with an appreciative look.

The girl was dressed in a diaphanous gown, wearing nothing underneath, and she was all that Sean's sex-starved brain needed to go into hyperdrive. He felt his cock respond to her and tried to will his erection down, but not even his embarrassment in front of the others could conceal how much he wanted her. When she began to stroke his chest and tease his nipples, he gave in to the sensation, and when he felt her mouth on his cock, all resistance fled him.

For a while, Sean's moaning at the sensations that coursed through his body was the only audible sound in the room. Viggo's eyes met Craig's, and the Dane silently nodded at the younger man to proceed. Sean was so absorbed in his pleasure that it took him a certain amount of time to notice the lightly scratching touches close to his groin. Even then he needed to lift his head and see what was going on before it registered. And then...

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Sean's yell would have scared every living being in the palace had not the men in the bathroom's antechamber expected this reaction. Eric still had a firm grip on the blond's hips and Craig silenced Sean with a meaningful glance at the blade. The Brit's movement stopped immediately.

"Why don't you let me finish my job, and then she can finish hers? There's not much you can do anyway, so maybe you could just make all of our lives easier and stop squirming." Unfortunately, Craig's appeal made a lot of sense; there was no way Sean could escape. He shut his eyes at this further humiliation. Somebody would pay dearly for this, if he could only get away...

Grinding his teeth, Sean tried to fight his erection, but the girl made sure that he was hard enough for Craig to shave his pubic hair. He tried not to dwell on what the keen razor could do to his cock and balls, and felt tremendously relieved when the younger man stepped away from the table, and even more when Viggo began to untie his feet.

His relief did not last long, however, when Eric rolled him over on his stomach and the bonds on his ankles were tightened again. It had happened so fast that it was over before he could seize his chance to kick out at his captors. When Sean felt hands placed on his arse, trying to pull his nether cheeks apart, he tightened his muscles enough to evoke a frustrated cry from Craig. He smiled grimly at the younger man's vain attempts to shave his arse, and felt nearly elated when Craig gave up.

What followed next was even worse. Eric, Craig, and the mean guy wrestled him into a new position and tied him up again. Sean had no chance against the three of them. Now, he found himself being firmly held in place by the cuffs and Eric's strong hands, bent over the table with his feet spread wide apart and chained to the table's legs in an utterly humiliating posture. This time, Craig had no difficulties in completing his task.

As soon as Craig had finished, the girl resumed her fondling of Sean's cock from underneath the table. The blond resigned after realising that he could not prevent what they had planned for him. He tried to ignore the girl's skilled fingers but the chain of command between his head and his cock was out of order. While his brain was still trying to figure out what was actually happening, his libido took over. He stopped thinking when he felt himself engulfed by wet heat, soft lips and a clever tongue on his shaft that quickly gave way to strong sucking. He only lasted two minutes before coming messily, and shouting his pleasure.

Sean was still panting when his bonds were loosened again. Still lost in his post-orgasmic haze, he failed to notice the accomplished grins on the other men's faces. Their meaning registered only when he saw Eric lick at a streak of pearly liquid trickling down Craig's chin. His eyes widened in horror as understanding hit him. Bile rose in his throat and he began to choke.

Eric and Craig were still busy licking each other at the moment, but Viggo and the mean-looking guy caught and steadied Sean when he lunged for the bowl Craig had used for shaving him. After the nausea had passed, Viggo helped him into a clean pair of black boxers and squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

"Calm down now... it's over. Don't think too much. You'll feel better once you've eaten. You've gone too long without a proper meal." Viggo gave the blond a concerned look.

Sean didn't meet his gaze. He was confused; how could he not have noticed that it had been a man sucking him off? Had he lost his mind over the - his mind still recoiled from spelling out what they had done to him - the shaving? He shuddered, suddenly very glad of the boxers covering his bare groin.

The Brit felt himself lifted by Eric and gave in without a struggle. He needed time to think, analyse, and come to terms with the events of this morning. But not now! And, he had to admit, Viggo was probably right. Food was a good idea. After all, he would have a moment of respite during the meal. The other men had surprised him in the bathroom - but what could possibly happen at the breakfast table? Sean willed himself to relax in Eric's arms and decided to look forward to the meal.

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