Into Another World - Sean's Story 6

Into Another World - Sean's Story

Part 6

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

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The smell of bacon reached Sean's nose and he realised, all of a sudden, how hungry he was. It must have been days since he had eaten a decent meal; he couldn't even remember when he had last bothered to cook breakfast for himself before - well, before he had been abducted. With more than a hint of annoyance Sean reminded himself that he was not in a hotel, but in Sheik Urban's harem. Clad only in black silk boxers that hid his shaved groin and arse - he shuddered - and in the arms of a gay man, Eric, who obviously enjoyed carrying him around. Just stay calm, Bean!

They entered a lofty hall, followed closely by the three others: the dark, mean-looking man whose name he didn't know yet, then Viggo, his involuntary bedfellow, and, finally, Viggo's lover Craig who had shaved him and - no, not going there!

Sean forced himself to concentrate on the two men seated at a well-laid table in the hall. His green eyes narrowed when he remembered how Sheik Urban had offered him a bath and a shave right after announcing he would be punished for running away. Maybe Craig had only carried out the Sheik's orders - but who did that presumptuous Sheik think he was for ordering the others to discipline him in the first place?

Karl and Ian were engaged in conversation and looked up when Eric gently placed the fuming blond between them. The big man then sat down next to Ian, the mean guy next to Karl, and the other two claimed the opposite side of the table.

Flashing each man a smile, Karl complimented Sean, "You look much better than yesterday. The bath and shave did you good."

The blond blushed furiously at that, red spreading from his ears to his chest while the Sheik continued the light conversation. "And I see you've met the others." At this, Ian cut in, "And you also met Liv from housekeeping, although I realise that you were not properly introduced to her, nor to the lads..."

"Now, why would he have met Liv?" Karl asked. Noticing Craig's helpless giggles, the Sheik raised a brow at the younger man. Guileless blue eyes focussed on Sean's groin and returned to the Sheik's eyes with a radiant smile. Karl nodded in understanding and shook his head. "Craig, has it ever occurred to you that it is extremely impolite to shave the arse of a man you haven't been introduced to?"

The table erupted with laughter. Sean blushed even more and wished he were somewhere else. Anywhere else! Even Abby's bedroom seemed an appealing place...

When the laughter had died, the conversation ceased, too, while the men concentrated on their breakfast. The food was delicious and Sean found himself digging into it with a healthy appetite. Gods, it felt so good to do something normal!

Karl addressed his guest again and introduced him to the other men. "This is Eric Bana, who will help you move around until you can walk again. Viggo Mortensen looked after you last night, then there is our talented barber, Craig Parker," Sean couldn't bring himself to meet Craig's eyes, "and finally Christian Bale, another Brit." Who, as the blond noticed, didn't look quite as mean when he smiled.

Still avoiding the others' faces, Sean's eyes fell again on the pierced nipples of the last-mentioned man. Caught between repulsion and fascination he wondered if -

"Doesn't that hurt?" he blurted out, instantly wishing he hadn't. You stupid idiot, Bean! Why can't you keep your bloody mouth shut?

"Look, I'm sorry," he mumbled in an attempt to apologise to the younger Brit who kept smiling at him.

"Oh no," Karl answered his question instead, "Christian can almost come from having his nipples played with." He glanced at Craig. "Why don't you show us?"

Horrified, Sean saw Craig jumping from his seat, an eager glint in his radiant blue eyes. For a second, the blond thought that the younger man would again proposition him. He was relieved when Craig approached the other Brit instead.

The relief, however, evaporated immediately when Craig's deft fingers reached out for one of the small titanium rings and gave it a sharp twist. Christian cried out; his head fell back, and his eyes closed.

Sean tried to look away, but Karl stopped him. "No, watch it. It's going to be educational - and very hot!"

The blond squirmed in his seat, but, handicapped by his injured foot he saw no way to escape. Grinding his teeth in resignation, he forced his eyes back to the scene. So much for his earlier thoughts about what could possibly happen at the breakfast table!

Meanwhile, Viggo had joined Craig, who continued to pinch and squeeze the younger Brit's tiny nub. The Dane's tongue circled the other bud, teasing and sucking it before he gently pulled at the ring with his teeth. Christian's head was still thrown back, his face contorted in what looked like agony to Sean, and he kept emitting little gasps and moans.

Now, that has to be painful! Shuddering at the sight in front of him, Sean's thoughts wandered to former - female! - lovers. He considered himself a skilled lover and it brought him immense satisfaction to give pleasure, not only to receive it. Most women he had been with had tremendously enjoyed his licking and sucking at their nipples. In the same way, he had delighted in foreplay when a girl lapped at his own extremely sensitive nubs. He shivered, and his buds contracted when he felt a warm tongue teasing them. A soft sigh escaped from his mouth.

Sean's mind snapped back to consciousness and he recoiled in shock when he saw Ian's mouth on his chest. His frantic attempt to scramble away was prevented by Karl's hands on his shoulders. The Sheik shook his head and gestured for Ian to stop. "I think you might want to apply your skills to somebody who appreciates them more than our Sean here."

The older man walked over to join Craig and Viggo, who continued to tease the writhing younger Brit. He told Christian to get up from his chair and kneel, so that Ian could remove his boxers.

At the sight of the young man's leaking erection Sean gasped again. Although he would have never admitted it, he had been turned on by the nipple-play; but now his hand moved to his groin in an instinctive attempt to protect his cock: the younger man's cock head also held a piercing! A vicious-looking piece of metal entered the tiny slit and emerged through the frenulum, the little triangle of skin underneath the ridge. Sean blinked and swallowed hard, yet felt captivated by the sight.

"Isn't he beautiful?" Karl appeared to be speaking to no one in particular before he addressed Ian again, "One finger."

Ian nodded and stood in front of the young Brit. Christian was kneeling with his legs spread wide open, head thrashing in ecstasy, completely lost to the sensations the other two men were inflicting on his nipples. Ian squeezed the head of his cock, making the younger man convulse, and was rewarded with a gush of pre-come. Before the string of pearly liquid could drool onto the floor, the older man collected it in his hand, delving his finger into the tiny slit with the metal bar, which evoked a strangled sob.

"Please!" Christian looked as if he would lose it any moment now. Unperturbed by the young man's obvious need, Ian stepped behind him and knelt down, too. Suddenly, Christian's body stiffened and he cried out, barely held in place by a grinning Craig and Viggo.

"Ian just touched his prostate," Karl explained. Sean nodded absently, unable to draw himself away from the scene in front of him.

Christian was moaning constantly now, his erection purple and looking like it was near bursting. "Please..." his sobbing was barely intelligible. His cries increased, and when, in unspoken agreement, Viggo and Craig suddenly twisted and pulled sharply at the rings, the younger man's body went rigid for a second before he screamed his release.

To Sean it looked as if fountains of come were splashing onto the floor, much more than he had ever spurted himself. Surely he must be wrong. Also, judging from the choked sounds the younger man had been making and the way he had collapsed into Viggo's arms immediately afterwards, Sean had to wonder if he had ever experienced such an intense orgasm himself.

He was pulled from his musings by Christian's soft whimpering. The young man looked utterly exhausted, and Sean was more than happy that the others' attention seemed to concentrate on Viggo holding Christian, and not on him. Trying to look inconspicuous, he observed the other men. Craig was busy nibbling at Viggo's ear. The three of them - Ian had rejoined Karl and they were talking softly - were intently watched by Eric, who was lazily stroking himself through his boxers.

Noticing the obvious bulge in the big man's pants, Sean quickly averted his eyes. Hopefully, no one had noticed his fascination with Christian's piercing and the sex. He had never seen anything like this before, so it was only natural to be curious, but he knew that the others would probably misinterpret his purely intellectual interest as sexual.

Karl studied the men around the table. This was one of the most stimulating breakfasts they had had in a while, and he had no intention of stopping now. His gaze fell on the blond Brit. The new member of his harem looked flushed and very ill at ease. Maybe it would be better to continue without him.

Sean jumped when he felt Karl's hands on his shoulders. The Sheik chuckled, "Gods, but you're tense!" A glare was shot back at him. With a sigh, Karl removed his hands. "Why don't you have a cup of tea with Ian. He can show you your room and help you relax -" Hearing this, Sean bolted from his chair and fell back with a painful groan after his ankle hit the floor.

Shaking his head, Urban sighed again. "You must learn to relax, Sean, and relief of your sexual tension is only the beginning. I wasn't suggesting sex with Ian right now, although he will instruct you later. I thought you might like a cup of tea in a calmer atmosphere than what we'll have here in a few minutes. Unless, of course, you prefer to stay and participate..."

Chuckling at the blond's shocked expression, Karl signalled Eric to pick Sean up and follow Ian. "We'll wait for you," promised Karl, and Sean stiffened until he realised that the Sheik had addressed the big man carrying him. He felt uncomfortable in the other's arms but realised that by being alone with Ian he would at least be spared the orgy which would undoubtedly follow.

After the second cup of tea, Sean had managed to regain control over his conflicted mind. The calm demeanour of the older man had proven to be as soothing as the tea itself - a traditional British ritual could improve any but the most hopeless situations. Pondering this last thought, Sean smiled to himself; he was far from hopeless. Admittedly, this morning had wracked his nerves, but that was probably just what Urban intended to soften him up.

Sean sighed as he admitted that Karl was probably right - he was way too tense. His neck muscles were clenched taut and he felt the onset of a headache. When Ian saw Sean's fingers rub at his temples and the bridge of his nose, he motioned the blond to lie down on a padded massage table. "Don't worry. I'll just rub your back and shoulders. Nothing more."

Sean eyed him warily, but complied, lying down on his stomach. When he felt Ian digging at the knots in his muscles, he relaxed into the older man's touch. It felt so good to let go, and the strong, kneading hands melted his tension away. He sighed and his tired mind began to drift...

The massage went on in silence. It was only when Ian reached his lower back that Sean realised the reaction of his cock to being pushed into the soft blanket covering the table. After a moment of unease he told himself that Ian wouldn't have noticed.

A few minutes later, Ian suggested a massage of his front as well, and Sean congratulated himself for his relaxed smile when he declined that offer. Upon seeing Ian's understanding smile in return, however, the blond blushed again. Damn! How does he know?

"I suppose you don't want me to take care of your little problem down there?" Ian's voice sounded perfectly normal, as if they were discussing the weather. Well, apparently asking another man if he could stroke him off was considered normal in this place. Sean closed his eyes, embarrassed, and shook his head.

"Maybe you should try to sleep for a while." This suggestion was greeted with approval. "Unfortunately, I'll have to tie your hands again. We were really worried when you ran off, and the Sheik is determined to prevent another escape attempt."

Sean was not really surprised. At least he did not have to turn on his back for that. After cuffing the blond's wrists to the table over his head, Ian gave him a gentle pat on his cheek and covered him with a soft blanket before leaving the room.

It felt good, simply lying here, relaxed, warm, half hard - and he didn't even have to worry about anyone noticing it. Deciding to ignore his bound wrists, he pushed his hips into the table. Jolts of pleasure coursed through his body. The tiny, nagging voice in the back of his head telling him that he shouldn't be so aroused after the events of this morning was easily drowned out by rubbing his groin against the sheet once more.

As the waves of pleasure continued to run through him, Sean tried to remember the last time he had brought himself off like this. Whenever it had been, it was long ago. Probably in his early teens, before he had discovered the long strokes that were so much more efficient than humping the mattress.

He chuckled at the thought that it must have been before his pubic hair had grown - the tugging at the soft curls from the friction was one of the reasons he had had to look for another masturbatory technique. He suddenly felt ridiculously pleased about his shaved groin, and concentrated on the unfamiliar sensation.

The table felt perfect, the padding just right, firm enough to provide strong stimulation, yet yielding. It was incredibly arousing. He moaned at the contact, pushing harder to increase the friction on his cock. The pressure on the sensitive underside was almost painful and he found the struggle to keep on the edge between pleasure and pain a thrilling turn-on.

Sean spread his legs wider to gain better purchase before setting up a fast rhythm. He quickly reached the point of no return, thrusting hard into the table, moaning loudly when he spurted his seed until the friction became unbearable.

It took him a while to come down again, and he lay there panting, telling himself he should think this through - whatever this was. On the other hand, Ian seemed like a sensible guy, and he had suggested that Sean sleep...

Ian smiled in satisfaction when Sean's breathing became even. It had not taken the blond long to fall asleep after his climax, and the older Brit was more than a little aroused from the solo performance he had just witnessed. He hurried off to the breakfast room to inform Karl of the latest developments, and to find relief for himself.

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