Into Another World - Sean's Story 11

Into Another World - Sean's Story

Part 11

Posted: July 7, 2006
Title: Into Another World - Sean's Story
Author: Ian Howe

*****

Another morning, another breakfast. Sean had almost gotten used to the sexual character of the meals. Almost. At least, he had learned to hide his reactions. He would not let the others have fun at seeing him blush anymore.

Surprisingly, he felt more relaxed after Ian's experiment of the previous day. In retrospect, he wished this lesson had come sooner. It would have been easier for him if he had come to understand earlier that having another man bring him off didn't make him gay.

After all, this happened all the time, in any place where there was a shortage of women, like, in the army and so on. He vaguely remembered that there was even a scientific term for this phenomenon. There was nothing wrong with him. As soon as he returned to his normal life, he'd find himself happy with women again.

Sean surveyed the scene laid out in front of him. To his left, Viggo and Eric were, well, making out was one way of describing it. They had finished eating, and apparently, Eric was trying to get a taste of Viggo's tonsils, drawing moans and whimpers from the Dane who squirmed under the dark-haired man's touch. No doubt they wouldn't take long to turn this into a full-blown orgy.

Slightly embarrassed, he looked away from the two men. His eyes wandered to the right, where Craig was lying in the Sheik's lap. Karl fed and petted the younger man, and Sean expected to hear the New Zealander begin to purr at any moment. Shaking his head, the Brit tried to concentrate on his food, only to be distracted by another deep moan from his left side.

Just as he had finished his meal and considered a discreet retreat to the library, he heard someone else enter the dining hall.

"Good morning, everybody." Helping himself to a cup of tea, Ian sat down opposite Sean.

"Sheik, I have a confession to make..." Christian's soft lilting voice drew the attention of everyone present. Ian rolled his eyes.

Sighing, Karl noticed that the young Brit looked rather ill at ease. "Yes?"

After swallowing hard, Christian continued. "I didn't obey your orders last night..." Biting his lip, the young man studied the floor.

The Sheik looked at his valide questioningly. Shaking his head, Ian answered, "The lad had a wet dream."

Chuckling, Karl remarked, "Can't say I blame him!" causing Craig, Viggo, and Eric to break into grins.

"No, no, you don't understand, I disobeyed your order, you told me not to come..." Christian's voice betrayed his distress.

Karl favoured him with a scrutinising look. "And that is, of course, a punishable offence. Right, why don't you have breakfast now, and let me worry about this later?"

At the Sheik's dismissal, Christian joined the other men at the table, but only played absentmindedly with his food.

It only took a few moments before Craig demanded to be fed again, and Eric and Viggo resumed their kissing. Sean decided that he might as well leave. When he got up, Ian met him and they walked from the room together.

"Aren't you hungry? You only had a cup of tea." A polite Brit, Sean was well-versed in small talk.

"Oh, I already had breakfast earlier this morning." Sliding an arm around the blond's shoulders, Ian continued. "I'd like you to meet somebody."

His curiosity awoken along with suspicions, Sean followed the older man to his office where a boy of roughly thirteen years was waiting. His hair was blond and the face looked familiar to the Brit, but he had met so many people since his arrival that he still had problems placing them. What was the old guy up to now?

Ian led Sean and the boy into his study and invited them to take a seat. "Now, Sean, I think it would be good for you to have more company. This is Patrick and he–"

" NO WAY!" The blond was furious.

"Sean, calm down, please, this isn't–"

"I'm not a fucking child molester! And I'll have your balls if you have touched this kid!" Dangerous sparks flew from Sean's eyes.

"Sean, he's the head gardener's son." Ian's voice could have cut steel despite its gentleness. "Viggo told me that you're fond of gardening and Patrick can tell you everything about the Sheik's plants." He paused to let the words sink in.

It didn't take long. "Uh, you mean, you aren't suggesting that..." The blond swallowed. Bean, you stupid idiot! "I'm sorry, I misunderstood..."

He gave the boy an insecure smile which was answered by a beam from keen green eyes. "Nice to meet you, Patrick, and I apologise, uh, for..."

Grinning, the boy waved the apology aside. "No problem. Ian said you were a bit strange. Come on, then, let's go!" He made for the door.

The older Brit shrugged at Sean's bewildered look and indicated he should follow the boy. The blond hesitated and then ran after Patrick, leaving a chuckling Ian behind.

****

Several hours later, Sean found that they had missed lunch. The boy had shown him parts of the garden that he hadn't yet discovered, and he had learned a lot about gardening in a desert climate. Not surprisingly, water was the key, and Patrick had told him of the oasis' sophisticated water supply system.

At some time, Patrick had gotten them sandwiches, and Sean was amazed at his fascination with the lad's chatter. In the beginning, he had been surprised that the head gardener was a woman, but it somehow fitted the place. His father was a tradesman, frequently out with the camel herds, and the boy had grown up in the harem.

He had proudly informed Sean that his education in "man's things" would begin as soon as he turned fourteen, and he expressed his hope that this would be more interesting than his current lectures on "maths, poetry, and stuff," apparently delivered by an old spinster. That brought back memories of Sean's own school days, and the afternoon passed quickly.

Before Patrick had reluctantly left in the early evening, they had agreed to meet again the next day. Sean already looked forward to it.

****

When Sean entered the dining hall a short while after leaving the garden, he arrived just in time to hear Karl announce that Christian would be punished for disobeying his order after dinner.

Stealing a glance at the younger Brit's sombre face, he felt outrage rise. The lad had come off while sleeping! Surely, he couldn't be held responsible for that! A touch on his arm distracted him from his anger and his eyes met Ian's. The older man shook his head and mouthed, "Trust me."

Still confused, the blond hesitated, but then decided that Ian was more experienced than he, and it would probably be a good idea to believe him.

The others seemed to be happy with the prospect of the punishment, and Sean was mildly worried by this fact. Then again, he had no idea of what was to come, and resigned himself to wait.

Dinner was finished soon enough, and Karl had the dishes cleared away. The men had coffee and talked for a while. Sean was getting nervous again, particularly because nobody else appeared to be disturbed by the idea.

Finally, the Sheik nodded to his valide and motioned to Christian. Ian left the room and the young Brit got up and stood in front of Karl. "I know that you didn't defy my command on purpose, but I nevertheless have to teach you obedience. Drop your pants and come here."

Christian complied and Karl bent the younger man over his lap. Sean sighed, relieved. He was going to be spanked. Although this was still outrageous, he couldn't truly blame the Sheik. Why had Christian told him at all? He had admittedly asked for this!

Sean blinked. Was it possible that Viggo was right, that the young man really enjoyed getting punished? He realised, belatedly, that Christian's cock had been hard and leaking when he had pushed his boxers down.

He was pulled from his musings by Ian's return. The older man was carrying a longish piece of – wood, maybe, with a handle and a flat end with holes in it. Sean had never seen anything like it which must have shown on his face, as Craig leaned toward him and whispered, "It's a paddle." He still didn't understand, but he knew he was about to find out.

Karl addressed the assembled harem members now. "All of you have witnessed my order to Christian last night. Therefore, each of you will deal him three strikes with the paddle. Craig, would you begin, please?"

Appalled by the smile on the New Zealander's face, Sean was only stopped from intervening by the warning in Ian's eyes. Growling, he promised himself that the older Brit had a lot of explaining to do later.

Meanwhile, Craig had taken the paddle from Ian and prepared to strike. Closing his eyes, Sean winced at the resounding smack when the wood hit the skin. Again. A third time. To his surprise, he hadn't heard a sound from Christian.

Sean opened his eyes to see Viggo with the paddle. The Sheik nodded at the Dane and held fast to his victim. Apart from a sharp flinch each time the paddle connected to his buttocks, the blond couldn't make out a reaction from Christian. However, when Viggo had finished with his three blows, he noticed that the young man was panting.

Ian was the next, and he drew a muffled grunt on his first blow. The second strike led to a louder yelp, and the groan at the third one betrayed the young man's pain.

Although Christian did not budge, Sean was glad that it was nearly over. Only Eric now... He realised two things at the same time. Eric, being the strongest, would likely apply the most painful strikes, and – he, Sean, was surely expected to take part in the punishment!

Trying to keep calm, he felt thoroughly confused by the fact that the thought of hitting Christian had a definite effect on his cock. How could that be possible? He shook his head. No, he wasn't into these – things! Frantically searching for a means to escape, he was appalled that part of him really wanted to hurt the young man!

Meanwhile, Eric's blows fetched tiny cries from Christian and Sean could see that Karl had to put in an effort to hold him down. Soon, much too soon, Eric had done his duty and offered the paddle to Sean.

The blond eyed at the utensil with disgust, then licked his lips and accepted it. Christian was still firmly held in place by Karl. His arse looked red and raw, and he was whimpering.

Unsure what to do, Sean felt the eyes of all men on him. After taking a deep breath, he brought the paddle down on Christian's buttocks. The slapping sound was immediately followed by a hoarse moan.

Deciding to get it over with as fast as possible, Sean struck again. Feeling Christian's wailing connect directly to his groin, his third blow was even harder, leading to a gurgled cry that turned into sobs even after the blows had stopped. He dropped the paddle, shaking.

Someone took his arm, led him to a seat, and offered him a glass of water. He gulped it down and looked up again to meet Ian's eyes. Karl had helped Christian up, and the young man appeared to be a little unsteady on his legs, yet his face carried a beatific smile.

From the other side of the room, Sean could hear passionate moaning. He blinked when he saw Eric lying on his back with Viggo on top of him, and the big man was apparently not only fucking the Dane, but also sucking Craig off.

Suddenly remembering his own aroused state, he quickly averted his eyes and tried not to look anywhere in particular, failing, when his gaze met Karl's.

The Sheik pondered the bulge in the blond's boxers and nudged Christian. "Little one, why don't you help Sean get comfortable?" Horrified and fascinated at the same time, Sean saw the younger man nod and approach him.

His urge to flee evaporated when Christian smiled and knelt down in front of him. Sean closed his eyes when he felt deft fingers trace the outline of his aching erection. A wet tongue licked at him through the silk and all conscious thought left him when the young Brit pulled his boxers down.

A part of his brain registered that Ian and Karl were engaged in something before he let himself fall into the welcoming heat of Christian's mouth.

****

Sean felt as if he were floating, warm and contented, his cock completely spent. Smiling at the beautiful young man kneeling between his legs, he lifted his hand and carded Christian's hair, whispering, "Thank you, that was wonderful."

Blushing, the younger Brit cast his eyes down and replied, "No, I have to thank you..." He bit his lip and gave Sean another shy smile.

The tender moment was interrupted by a loud grunt from Karl reaching completion. Christian softly wished the blond a good night and left.

Sean realised belatedly that Eric, Viggo, and Craig had already gone, too. As the Sheik was also retiring now, this left him once again with Ian.

The older man looked at him. "Thank you for following my lead. I should have explained this earlier but you realised, of course, that Christian wanted it this way."

Sighing, Sean agreed. "I don't understand it. Does he really crave pain?" His curiosity would be his downfall one day, but he had to know.

"Yes and no. You know already that a certain amount of pain can be an incredible turn-on. Some people like it more and some less. In Christian's case, it's more complicated, he's, let's say, a little confused. He was exploring his limits when something went seriously wrong. It isn't my story to tell, though, but the Sheik is well aware of his problems, too. Leave the worrying to us for now."

Ian hesitated. "I'd like to show you something."

The older man led him through the corridors until he turned to a flight of winding stairs and indicated that Sean should lead the way up. The narrow stairs seemed to go on forever and the blond was beginning to feel slightly dizzy when they finally arrived at a doorway opening to a breathtaking panorama.

On realising that they were at least 20 m above the ground, Sean gasped and he did not mind his companion's steadying hand on his arm at all. Swallowing, the blond could not think of a better thing to say than an awed, "Wow!"

They stood on the highest part of the city wall, overlooking the oasis and the surrounding desert which conveyed an impression of infinity. The setting sun bathed the sand dunes in different shades of light, from gold to a rich red. Vivid colours painted the oasis itself; there was an abundance of lush green, and within it, the place was brimming with life.

Ian led Sean out onto the rampart and to a bench, at a little distance from the doorway. "I often come up here when I have things weighing on my mind. Let's sit here for a while and watch the sun set."

With a relieved sigh at leaving the fragile-looking railing, Sean sat down. The heat of the day had abated and dropped to a very comfortable temperature. He felt strangely at ease in this high place, somehow far away from all that had taken place during the last few weeks.

A feeling of great calmness settled over him as he watched the sun first dye the sand in an eerie display of reddish hues and then slowly disappear behind the distant dunes. At the last possible moment, the orange disk turned metallic and – green??? before it vanished behind the horizon.

Sean blinked, not believing his eyes, but apparently, Ian had noticed, too. "You're a lucky man, Sean, I've been watching sunsets for more than 20 years and I've only witnessed a green flash twice before."

"What happened?" Sean was not convinced he should trust his eyes.

"It has to do with the atmosphere. Someone once told me that it also means that you've recently met or soon will meet the love of your life." Ian's eyes were sparkling with mischief. When he felt Sean start, he added innocently, "I'm not sure I believed him. I was young and naive then, but we had a fantastic night..."

Sean gawped at him, then shrugged. Each to his own needs.

Getting up from the bench, Ian suggested an early night. When they had returned to the younger man's room and Sean sat on the bed resignedly to have his ankle cuffed again, Ian shook his head and smiled. "I think that the chain is no longer necessary." Then, more serious, he added: "Please, do not try to run, you cannot succeed and I don't want to lose you to the desert."

"You and Karl do care about each of us." It was a statement, not a question. "Will Christian be all right?"

Ian chuckled. "My guess is that he's sound asleep. He always exhausts himself during sex; he's very passionate."

Frowning, Sean asked, "But he didn't...?"

"Oh, of course he did. In fact, it was your last blow that pushed him over."

With these words, the older man had left him.

He knew he should think about this, and also about his disturbing pleasure at hitting the young Brit, but Sean discovered that Christian was not the only one who was exhausted. A moment later, he, too, was sound asleep.

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