Into Another World - Sean's Story 9

Into Another World - Sean's Story

Part 9

Posted: May 5, 2006
Title: Into Another World - Sean's Story
Author: Ian Howe

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He had dreamed of lying by the pool. Must have fallen asleep; how else could he explain the sunburn on his backside? He shifted his position and felt the sore skin tighten painfully. Bad idea. Sighing, he drifted into slumber again.

The next time he awoke, it was to a tugging on his ankle. Trying to sit up, and surprised at the stinging of his arse, Sean noticed Christian uncuffing his foot when the memory of the night before returned. Not meeting the younger man's eyes, he thanked him for the removal of the chain and carefully lowered himself onto his front again.

When he felt Christian hesitate to leave, Sean took a deep breath and turned. "What?" By now, everyone at the oasis knew that he was not a morning person.

"I thought you might have use for this..." Christian offered him a tube that looked as if it contained some sort of ointment. Closing his eyes in embarrassment, the blond wondered what to do. Although he really wanted relief for his aching bum, his pride told him to refuse the offer; to accept the tube would be admitting defeat.

Well, he couldn't keep his eyes closed forever. When he opened them again, Christian's eyes met his with a shy smile and an expression that said, I know exactly how you feel.

With a sigh, he finally took the tube from the younger man's hand. His arse agreed with the look in Christian's eyes that it had been the right decision.

After the dark-haired man had left, Sean made his way to the bathroom. The cold shower relieved some of the sting and now he was really grateful for the ointment. Bloody hell, he'd have never expected a spanking to hurt this much! At the moment, the physical pain even exceeded the humiliation he felt at having been subjected to this infantile punishment!

Sean winced when he donned the inevitable black boxers. Even the soft silk chafed his sensitised skin. When the cooling and slightly numbing effects of the salve kicked in, he sighed in relief.

Although he had absolutely no desire to meet the others, he slowly made his way to the breakfast room. Eric, Ian, and Hugo had witnessed his shame; there was no way the others would have been kept in the dark about it. If even Christian knew... It must have taken the shy young Brit a lot of courage to offer him the salve.

On approaching the dining hall, he heard the men laughing and joking. Maybe he shouldn't have breakfast at all. His stomach agreed with his mind. He would have a quick cup of coffee, and then hide in the library for the rest of the day.

As soon as he entered the room, he realised it had been a mistake to come here at all. The whispered words 'arse' and 'glowing red' reached his ears and his face turned redder than his arse had ever been. The colour spread to his chest immediately, and he stood in front of the table, gaping, until Viggo indicated that he should sit and pointed to an empty seat between him and Craig.

His eyes downcast, the Brit was about to sit down resignedly. However, he was stopped dead in his tracks when Craig offered him an additional cushion for the seat. Guileless blue eyes told him that no offence was intended, only concern, but again Sean wished that the earth would open up and swallow him to spare him further embarrassment.

In the end, the blond accepted the cushion to avoid attracting even more attention. The effort was to no avail, however, as everyone present at the table appeared to hone in entirely on him.

Realising Sean's dilemma, Viggo launched into a tale about - Sean couldn't remember the topic afterwards, but he appreciated the Dane's help. Trying to steal inconspicuous glances at the others, he noticed with relief that most of them seemed to be concentrating on Viggo's rambling.

With one notable exception. He felt Ian's thoughtful eyes on him and decided to leave. Quickly gulping down his coffee, he choked on it and left the hall, sputtering and coughing.

On his way to the library, Sean was intercepted by a green-eyed boy who led him to Hugo's office and told him that Ian expected to see him after he was done here. The doctor greeted him and expressed his pleasure that Sean's ankle had improved so much that there was no further need to have it looked after.

"However, after you tried to crack the Sheik's floor boards with that head of yours, I want to make sure that the poor floor didn't succeed in retaliating. Now, if you'd follow my finger with your eyes..."

Sean clenched his teeth but complied. The sooner Hugo was satisfied, the sooner he'd be left to his own devices. The examination seemed to be endless, however. When Hugo finally asked him to spell out the word 'headstrong' backwards, he snapped "e-l-o-h-e-s-r-a" at the older man and left in a huff.

Hugo chuckled, relieved that Karl's recently acquired hot-head appeared none the worse for his ordeal.

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Sean licked his lips nervously when he arrived at Ian's study. Wanking lessons! For fuck's sake, could he even think of anything more ridiculous than that? But a tiny little voice in his head told him not to shrug this off too lightly. The Sheik was up to something with these lectures and Sean knew only too well that it was his arse that Karl was after.

Although he could have ignored the summons, he doubted that would have gotten him anywhere. The Sheik would simply have forced him - and Sean was not about to give Karl another reason to humiliate him by his weird punishment policy.

The other thing that made him shudder was his memory of shelves lined with bizarre toys. He had recognised a few things, like dildos and vibrators, the night he had fled, but was certain that he had absolutely no desire to find out about the rest. Nor did he want to think too closely about those items he had recognised.

Thus, he entered Ian's rooms wary and with clenched teeth. To his surprise, however, Sean soon found himself engaged in an easy conversation with the older Brit over a cup of tea. He even enjoyed the other man's light irony and sense of humour, and began to relax.

Ian closely watched the younger man sitting opposite him. The blond was still too tense and apprehensive. Although this was to be expected after last night's events, Ian had hoped that the cathartic power of the spanking would have worked its magic on Sean. The breakdown afterwards had indicated that Sean was making progress, but it was not enough by far.

With an inward sigh, Ian decided on a direct approach and asked the blond if he wanted a snack, since he had missed out on breakfast in his obvious wish to avoid the others. Sean blushed and declined the offer, not willing to meet the older man's eyes. He had not forgotten his undignified crying and sobbing in Ian's arms.

"Please look at me, Sean." Ian's voice was gentle.

The blond lifted his eyes in defiance, but cast them down again when he saw only concern. Ashamed, he realised that in all likelihood it was not Ian who had told the others. In fact -

"You haven't told them, haven't you? I mean, about... afterwards..." He bit his lip.

"No," Ian shook his head. "I haven't and I won't betray your confidence in that manner. Nor will anybody else here."

Reluctantly, Sean had to acknowledge that he could trust Ian. After the ruckus he had caused, and in view of the Sheik's laws, it was only obvious that he would have received a spanking - or worse. But they did not know about his collapse afterwards.

"Thank you. For your discretion and..." He did not finish the sentence. Instead, he cleared his throat and added softly, "I don't want to talk about this."

Ian studied him with an earnest expression. "I think we should talk about this. The questions Karl asked you last night are still open. Have you thought about them?"

Sean flinched. He had thought about them. And he wasn't sure he liked the possibilities. But he was not going to share this with the older man.

Reading Sean's discomfort, Ian tried another approach. "Maybe we should first talk about what else you've gone through since your arrival."

Green eyes flared. "What are you, a bloody shrink? I thought I was summoned here for wanking lessons!" Sean sneered while his mind desperately tried to come up with a means to deny the older man insight into his psyche, which he feared much more than discussing certain bodily functions. However, his attempt at diverting Ian failed.

"Oh, don't be too impatient, we'll come back to that later. For now, I want to know how you felt earlier. Let's begin with your encounter with Craig." Ian prompted, waiting for Sean's reaction. All he got was another furious blush.

When it became apparent that Sean did not intend to volunteer information, Ian decided to provoke him into speaking. "You liked his mouth on you then?"

Nearly jumping up from his seat, Sean's hands curled into fists and his eyes narrowed.

Ian continued pleasantly, "I know, young Craig has an extremely talented mouth... and his tongue..." He was beginning to enjoy this.

"Look, I thought it was the girl - Liv!" Sean spat. "If I hadn't been so - uh, distracted, I'd have of course realised that it was a man and nothing would have happened!"

"Indeed."

"I was bloody chained and handcuffed to that table!" Sean blushed even more. "And they had just shaved my arse!"

"And you think that without this distraction you'd have been able to tell the difference between a man's and a woman's touch?"

"Of course I would have!" The answer was so obvious; Sean did not understand why Ian even had to ask.

"Then, as you are so convinced of the differences, surely you wouldn't mind taking part in a little experiment?" A glint of humour sparkled in Ian's eyes as he asked this question.

"What kind of experiment?" A hint of doubt crept into the blond's voice.

"Oh, nothing serious. Just indulge an old Queen and show me that there really is a noticeable difference..." Ian liked his idea more and more. "I promise that we'll stop the moment you say so."

While the older man went to the door and whispered with the guard, Sean bit his lip nervously. This morning had shown that he could trust the other man, but then again... He felt duped into getting naked and - in all likelihood - aroused in Ian's company, a development he had not foreseen at all!

Anyway, his pride did not permit him to back out. He'd have to go through whatever Ian had planned for him. Slightly relieved, he reminded himself of Ian's promise that he, Sean, would be in control at all times.

"Liv will join us in a minute. Why don't you make yourself comfortable?" Ian gestured for him to lie down on the massage table.

Sean turned crimson and avoided the older man's eyes.

"Come on, it won't bite you..." Taking Sean's arm, Ian led him to the table and divested him of the black boxers.

"You're not putting me in handcuffs again!" A pleading look was directed at his instructor.

"I'll blindfold you to make it an honest game, but your hands and feet remain free. And I'll remove the blindfold the second you ask me to." Ian's voice was calm and reassuring.

Sean nodded. He could handle this. He'd tell Ian to stop as soon as he'd feel the older man touch him.

The door opened and Liv came in, nodded at Ian, and smiled seductively at Sean.

When Ian prepared to blindfold him, Sean grew nervous. He had failed to recognise that it was a man blowing him that day, even though it could be excused with the whole situation. "Uh, could we agree on use of hands only?" After all, tongues and mouths were quite similar, whereas the soft hands of a woman could be easily distinguished from the calloused palms of a man.

"Of course, if you prefer. Now, can you see anything?" The blindfold went on and Sean confirmed its snug fit.

"Let's begin then..."

Sean tensed in anticipation, yet the first gentle caress on his chest took him unawares. Warm and soft fingers traced their way from his collar bone to his nipples. He shivered when the tiny nubs were circled and stroked. No way that this was a man touching him now! Only too well did he remember Viggo and Craig pinching and pulling at Christian's pierced buds. To his annoyance, this thought made the blood surge to his cock, but he told himself that Ian and Liv would think it a reaction to the girl's caresses.

A second hand joined the first and began to tweak his now stiffened nipples. Although he secretly admitted that it felt fantastic, he told Ian to stop it. The hint of doubt in his thoughts whether this, too, might have been the girl's fingers, was stalled when the gentle hand moved downwards. Circling his navel - this was the proof, his ex-wives and girlfriends had been obsessed with his navel; it had to be Liv - the hand passed by his cock and cupped his balls, gently rolling the hardening glands, eliciting a soft sigh from him.

By now his cock was begging for attention and he gave a relieved sigh when a hand fastened around it and began to swiftly stroke him. Ah, exactly what he'd have done himself... Perking up at this thought, he cursed inwardly and shook his head at Ian. It had been a close call; he had to be careful not to let his need overcome his common sense!

Again, he felt a hand on his belly, moving downwards, and the slight scratching of finger nails told him that this time it must be the girl's other hand. He shivered in anticipation as the hand on his balls kept rubbing ever so gently and the other hand reached his leaking cock.

Sean gasped when he felt a clever finger delve into his tiny slit. His next gasp turned into a moan when his foreskin was slowly peeled down and his pre-cum smeared on the head. Gods, she was good!

The blindfold seemed to enhance his sensitivity. He perceived his body in a new way, not distracted by sight anymore. Liv was pumping him now in long strokes right down to the base. She watched his reaction closely and adjusted her speed and pressure to his needs. She was almost perfect - strike 'almost', she was perfect! Just as he thought of something he'd like to have done to him, she reacted!

The strokes changed again, and her deft hand was working his foreskin now. Sean had to concentrate on holding back. He bit his lips and tried to think of Margaret Thatcher, while her other hand not only continued the gentle massage of his balls, but also pressed a hidden spot behind them, which made him almost lift from the table. She was incredible! He moaned loudly as the tingling in his tight balls increased and his cock thickened, indicating that his climax was not far off.

As Sean finally let himself give in to his passion, he felt a hand on his face and the blindfold was removed. To his utter surprise, Liv was standing next to him, holding the blindfold, and he realised that it was Ian stroking him off. The blond looked at the older man and blinked in confusion, "But... I thought..."

The strokes slowed down and Sean gave a disappointed whine, not wanting the sensations to cease. He gripped the edges of the table and bit his lip.

Ian knew that the blond's orgasm was imminent and that his slowing down would only delay matters if he didn't stop altogether soon. The next minutes would be crucial.

Taking in the flushed face and laboured breathing of his pupil, he asked in a gentle voice, "Would you like me to stop now?"

"Wha-?" The blond found it hard to concentrate. The feelings coursing through his body were overwhelmingly intense and his mind didn't seem to function properly due to lack of blood.

Smiling, Ian's hand gave a twist to the head of Sean's cock as he repeated his question.

Crying out at this new sensation, the blond shuddered. Biting his lips, he looked at the older man. Of course I want you to stop! I'm not gay! "No, please... continue... Oh, fuck! Make me come..." He closed his eyes and gave another passionate moan as the hand picked up its previous speed and intensity.

Ian smiled and concentrated on his task. Sean was writhing and moaning wantonly, completely gone in his need. It took only a minute before his whole body went rigid, his breathing hitched and then he let go with a strangled scream. He came hard, his seed pumping out in long spurts, painting white, pearly stripes on his chest and belly.

During the final stretch, Ian had worked him hard, but now the strokes became gentle as Sean grew over-sensitive. Smiling at the blond, the older man wiped the warm liquid from the other's belly, deeply satisfied with the outcome of his experiment.

"Rest for a minute while I make fresh tea. Then we'll talk."

Too exhausted to disagree, the blond nodded. He just needed a minute to recover...

Ian smiled and went to prepare the tea. He gave Sean more than a minute, and when he returned, he was surprised to find the younger man relaxed and at ease.

Sean was really proud of himself. By letting Ian bring him off, he had proved that he was no homophobe. And, having been jerked off by a man once didn't make him gay, did it? After all, it was not as if he had let the older man fuck him! But he had shown that he was open to new experiences, and he was still not gay. Let Ian chew on that for a while. Suddenly, he was not afraid of the upcoming talk anymore.

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