Into Another World - Sean's Story 8

Into Another World - Sean's Story

Part 8

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

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Sean had been apprehensive of what might happen during the evening meal with the Sheik when Viggo and Craig had taken him back to the hall, but, as the Dane had promised him, dinner that evening had turned out to be a quiet affair. Maybe that was because Karl had announced his departure for a business trip early the next morning.

In any event, the Sheik had left the table immediately after finishing his meal. The others had dispersed to pursue various occupations - Sean preferred not to know the details - and Ian had accompanied him to his room when he had asked to be excused.

Contrary to his expectations, the older man had sat down next to him on the bed. Suspicious, Sean had been wary of Ian's intentions, but to his surprise the other Brit had handed him a pile of postcards, a big envelope, and three small boxes that appeared to contain sweets.

When Sean looked at him uncomprehendingly, Ian had smiled and told him that the Sheik had sent a message to Sean's agent, informing her that Sean was on vacation at the oasis, thus forestalling possible rumours. The meaning of the postcards dawned and Sean favoured Ian with a relieved smile. He had not anticipated being allowed contact with his girls and was moved - and he also felt a little ashamed at not expecting his host's unforeseen generosity.

With a grateful sigh, he took the cards before his expression became doubtful again. "And as I assume that you'll chain me up again, how am I to write these?"

"I am afraid that you're right. We have to prevent you from sleep-walking and getting lost in the desert again, but you will be able to move." The older Brit fastened a cuff around Sean's good ankle and connected it to a chain attached to the wall. It would not permit him to leave the room, but was long enough to reach the bathroom. "If you need anything else, call out; there are always guards on duty." After having wished him a good night, Ian had left.

The first thing Sean did was get up and lock the door. For the first time since his arrival at the harem he felt alone and - secure. He wrote the postcards and felt better for it. Gods, he missed his little girls. Contrary to their mothers' opinions, he really loved his daughters and he was not ashamed when his eyes grew moist. What he wouldn't give to be with them now!

He reached for the envelope to put the cards in and called out in surprise when a piece of cardboard fell out. He picked it up from the floor and choked back a cry; a tiny note saying, "I thought you might want this," signed by Karl, was attached to an enlargement of his favourite photo - a shot of him with his three laughing girls on a sunny day in the park.

When Ian returned an hour later to collect the postcards, he had found the door locked and, judging from the soft snores emanating from the room, Sean was fast asleep.

While the Sheik was gone, Sean's days had settled into a routine. After breakfast he had his ankle seen to by Hugo, who was satisfied with the healing process. To his delight, Karl's library was very well supplied and he spent hours reading every day, usually in the morning. More often than not he would meet Christian there, too, who also totally absorbed himself in the wealth of the Sheik's books. To his surprise, he felt a kinship develop with the younger man, and he relished drawing a rare smile onto the morose face during their quiet conversations on the literature they both liked.

Although he enjoyed the silent companionship with his fellow Brit, Sean could not resist the pull of the afternoon sun. He would never grow tired of admiring the park-like garden and began to explore it in earnest as he slowly regained use of his foot. The abundance of plants and flowers, trees and shrubs was overwhelming. It was as if life itself had chosen this space to establish its claim. Sean found himself yearning to dig his hands into the rich soil. This garden was something he would really miss when he went back home.

After his initial unease he had also come to appreciate the pool, especially on hot days when the others' apparently insatiable libidos were at least somewhat dampened by the heat. He was still a little wary of their company, but scenes like the one at the breakfast table had not taken place again. Maybe Viggo had spread the word and they respected his wish not to partake in their physical activities.

Even though he appreciated the cool water of the pool, Sean still felt uncomfortable there, wearing his black boxers, especially when they were wet and clinging to his skin, highlighting every detail of his anatomy. More than once he'd had the urge to lie on his front and pretend to sunbathe to hide a growing erection. This, of course, had nothing to do with the gorgeous - now wait, where had that come from? - men who kept him company. Sean groaned. It seemed to him that his cock began to swell simply from his embarrassment, from his fear that it might do just that.

One afternoon, while waiting for his hard-on to subside, he had felt a touch on his calf. Sean had winced, terrified that his worries of someone groping him had come true. Turning his head, however, he had blushed with shame when he noticed that it was only Eric covering his legs with a towel to protect his sensitive skin from sunburn.

Sean still felt embarrassed at the memory, and as if on cue, his cock reacted. With his face flushed and a massive erection, he was suddenly shaken out of his reminiscence when Eric addressed him.

"Sean? The Sheik would like a word with you..." Eric smiled when the Brit looked up from his book. Following his turbulent arrival, the blond had settled in surprisingly quickly. Or maybe his calm demeanour was only a camouflage, permitting him to shrink into the background and go unnoticed. Well, they would soon find out. An encounter with Karl was bound to elicit a reaction from Sean.

The subject of Eric's musings set his book aside and got up. To Sean's immense relief the Aussie appeared unaware of his aroused state. As they made their way through the building, Sean remembered how tense he had also been a few days ago in the same corridor. His past worries about being drawn into another orgy during dinner were nothing in comparison to what he felt now.

He had no idea why the Sheik wanted to see him, but did not expect to be summoned for small talk. His apprehension was not diminished by the fact that he was still sporting an impressive hard-on. By the time they reached Karl's study, the blond was on the verge of panic.

Eric knocked and Sean licked his lips nervously.

"Come in!"

They entered the office. Karl was sitting at his desk. His face lit up when he saw Sean walk on his own. With a short thank you, he asked Eric to stay before addressing Sean.

"It's good to see you on your feet again, but Hugo recommended rest for your ankle. I think you will appreciate Eric's help later." He smiled at the Brit.

Sean kept a stony face, desperately trying to hide his state. "You asked for me. Here I am."

"We didn't exactly have the best start two days ago," Karl began. When the blond did not react, he sighed inwardly. If Sean insisted on having it this way... "I'd like to introduce you to the house rules."

"House rules," sneered Sean. "Let me guess - laid down by you for your slaves? As in, 'I have to wiggle my bum if the great Sheik passes?' Who the hell do you think you are?"

Karl shrugged. "My country - my law. I wouldn't mind your bum, but I'm more concerned with other things." He pinned Sean with an intent stare. "It's easy. My commands are obeyed. Disobedience is followed by punishment. The degree of the penalty depends on the offence."

They glared at each other until Sean dropped his gaze first. The Sheik continued in a softer voice, "But let's talk about that later. I wanted to welcome you to the oasis and I hope that you're feeling better now than when you arrived. I know that you're not, let's say, perfectly happy to be my guest, but since there's not much you can do about it, I suggest you be sensible and make the best of it."

Sean opened his mouth to protest but found no words. This was simply outrageous!

Not meeting resistance, Karl spoke again. "Good. It is settled then. I've made plans for you. You'll have lectures, of course, but don't worry, there will be enough time to spend at the pool or in the library. You'll take physical exercises to get back in shape, and that will be accompanied by a healthy diet." He frowned at the Brit who was gaping at him. "You're way too skinny. And you'll stop smoking and cut down on your alcohol consumption. These are all things you should have taken care of yourself, but you appear to lack the necessary self-discipline. We will help you with that."

Sean was speechless. "You can't..." he began lamely, but was interrupted by the Sheik. "I can, and I will. You'd better believe it. And, if you don't have further questions right now, I'd like to get back to your punishment..."

"Wait a minute..." Sean lifted a hand to rub his forehead. This was happening too fast for him. "I understand work-out, pool, library, but what do you mean about lectures?" He gave the Sheik a confused look that barely concealed his growing anger.

Karl smiled at the blond. "As a valuable member of my harem, I expect you to be familiar with certain things. A pre-requisite for you pleasuring me is that you know how to enjoy your own body. Ian will begin your training by teaching you how to discover and pleasure yourself."

Shaking his head, Sean could not think of a reply. He felt his temper flare and his hands clenched into fists. This guy was completely mad. He had absolutely no intention of pleasuring the Sheik, nor did he need to learn how to have a good wank.

"I am educated enough, thank you!" Sean's reply sounded cool and haughty, but he was close to a fit of rage.

"Are you now? I don't think so. For instance, you were a trifle too interested for a well-educated man in watching Ian, Viggo, and Craig indulge Christian the other day." The Sheik drew closer. "Don't think that I haven't noticed your fascination - nor your arousal!"

Nervously, Sean moistened his lips. His growing alarm began to rival his fury.

Karl continued in a softer voice. "Have you ever felt the delight at having your sweet hole licked? Do you know much how your climax can be intensified by the right treatment of your prostate? Of course, a woman can do that for you, too, but has it ever occurred to you how much more pleasure a male lover can give you, since he knows how your body works?"

In vain, Sean tried to back away, but he literally had his back to the wall. It was ridiculous, yet he felt a cold threat emanating from the man.

As if he had read the fear on Sean's mind, the Sheik changed the topic. "But we can talk about the details later. I'd like to get back to your punishment now. You will understand that I cannot simply ignore your escape attempt. Normally, I would have you whipped for that. But you were very confused when you ran, and I have decided to let you off with a spanking. So, let's get this over with..."

That did it. Hissing, "You're out of your bloody mind!" Sean punched the unprepared Sheik in the face. Karl's nose began to bleed immediately. Eric rose to stop the raging Brit and was caught in the groin by the older man's knee. After a brief moment of delight over his easy victory, the blond's body suddenly went cold when Karl's fist connected with his solar plexus. He gasped for breath and slowly, his vision went black. A second later, he collapsed on the floor.

The struggle had attracted a lot of attention. Ian and Hugo, the first to arrive, closed the door to keep the others out until they had assessed the situation. Hugo meant to attend to Karl, but the Sheik shrugged him off to look after Sean instead. Eric was groaning but shook his head when Hugo gave him a questioning look whether he needed help.

The Brit was out cold, and Ian was already kneeling next to him, feeling for his vitals. "He hit his head on the floor," Karl gave a quick explanation what had happened.

When the blond's eyelids began to flutter, Hugo snorted. "It takes a lot more than that to crack this thick skull." He took a pair of handcuffs from his bag and none-too-gently tied Sean's wrists behind his back.

Sean came to a moment later, bristling and snarling. Looking at Eric's pained expression, Karl decided that he had had enough. Before he could react, Sean found himself hauled over Karl's knees; his boxers were pulled down, and Karl's hand came down on his bare arse with a loud smack.

The blond gave a surprised yelp, followed by a gasping moan when his groin brushed against Karl's thigh as he struggled in a futile attempt of evasion. The Sheik held him in a tight grip on his cuffed hands and slapped him again.

Sean's thoughts at the indignity of this treatment were pushed aside by his horrified realisation that his cock was betraying him again. He was rock hard against the Sheik's thigh, and despite telling himself that it was only the friction and adrenaline causing this, he knew there was no chance that Karl would not notice his reaction.

By now, each blow was followed by a soft moan and Sean had stopped thinking altogether. His arse was turning red and hot and the pressure against his cock combined with the spanking had him writhing without comprehending what was happening to him.

It was only when Karl had applied the last stroke that Sean's senses slowly returned. Shocked by his reaction, he did not dare to move while the Sheik's hand was gently caressing his nether cheeks.

"Why do you fight your desire?" Karl asked. "You are hard as nails and still you deny it." His fingers trailed Sean's cleft and he felt the blond trembling.

"You know that I could take you right here and now..." Karl's fingers hovered over the tiny, puckering hole and brushed lightly against it. The trembling increased.

"I could simply ask Eric to hold you down and make you mine." This statement was met with a whispered, "No."

Karl's voice grew soft. "No, I won't. Although I could do it and it is my right to do it whenever I want, I'll let you decide when you're ready for me."

He gently pulled the shaking blond to an upright position. "Ian will accompany you to your room. He will bring you food later - I assume that you'd prefer not to join our dinner tonight."

Sean's eyes were downcast as he nodded in silent agreement. There was no fight left in him when the older man steered him towards the door.

On leaving the room, however, Sean stopped and turned. With a small voice he addressed Eric, who was still sitting in a hunched position. "Look, I..." He licked his lips. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to hurt you..." Dejected green eyes met with brown and the Aussie responded with a pained smile.

Ian's supporting grip on Sean's shoulder tightened in acknowledgement, and he escorted the younger man to his room. After fastening the cuff to the blond's ankle, Ian gave him a scrutinising look. He did not like the pallor of the still trembling man.

Their eyes met and the concern in Ian's eyes undid Sean. Reaching out blindly for his fellow human, he let himself fall into the older man's arms, desperate for comfort, completely emotionally drained.

Ian held him and rubbed the quivering shoulders in a soothing motion, until the shaking finally abated and exhaustion led to sleep. Then he carefully wrapped the younger man in a soft blanket and left the room.

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