Into Another World - Sean's Story 13

Into Another World - Sean's Story

Part 13

Posted: October 13, 2006
Title: Into Another World - Sean's Story
Author: Ian Howe

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The knock on the door sounded like a bomb exploding next to his head. Sean groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. His violently throbbing head, that was. He groaned again as another explosion went off.

Squinting, he took in his surroundings and jolted up into a sitting position, suddenly wide awake. He was in his room, but how on earth had he arrived here? He had no memory of last night after–

The door opened just wide enough for Christian's head to pop into the room. "Sean? Are you awake?"

Sean shook his head to clear it – which turned out to be a big mistake. Another groan emerged before he realised that the other man was probably waiting for an answer. "Yeah, I guess I am..."

The door opened fully and admitted the rest of the young Brit. "You sound as if you could do with a coffee and this." He carried a tray with a steaming mug of coffee, fruit and toast, and a glass filled with a greenish liquid.

Sean squinted again. The contents of the glass did not exactly inspire confidence.

"It's from Hugo, for your headache. He said you'd probably have a bit of a hangover. He also told me that he expects to see you in his office at eleven."

Slowly, the events of the previous night fully returned to him and he blushed. "Oh, thank you, and I... I'm sorry for being such a nuisance."

Christian smiled. "You're welcome, and don't worry. That wine is notorious, particularly when you're drinking it for the first time."

The young man seemed to sense his unease. "Look, I have to go; I have an appointment with Ian." He looked down. "I'd be happy if you'd join me in the library later... if you like." Sean nodded and gave him a shy smile. Christian smiled back and closed the door behind him.

Eying the green liquid dubiously, Sean pondered whether he should drink it. Finally, his headache convinced him to trust that Hugo wouldn't kill one of the Sheik's slaves. He snorted.

The concoction took effect surprisingly fast. A few minutes later, he had finished his coffee and stepped into the shower.

On his way to Hugo's rooms, Sean couldn't help wondering as to why the doctor would want to see him. His foot was fully recovered and his head – he groaned inwardly at the memory of the events that had gotten him his last headache – hadn't given him any further problems at all.

Well, he would see. At least, puzzling over Hugo's motivation kept him from brooding too much over his latest session with Ian.

Hugo was already waiting for him. "Nice to see you, Sean. Ian has been telling me that you're making good progress."

The blond winced. He couldn't think of a suitable reply. "Christian said you wanted to see me?"

"Oh, yes. This was actually Ian's idea, but I fully approve it. See, he said that you're very tense and suggested to help loosening your muscles. This can best be achieved if you wear a plug for a couple of days. Also, he told me that you're concerned about hygienic matters. We'll come to that in a minute. Now, for that plug..." He opened a drawer in one of the many cupboards and studied the contents.

Sean's heart raced. A plug? He couldn't possibly mean–

"Ah, I think this one's perfect to begin with." Hugo withdrew a black rubber item, about four inches long and three quarters of an inch in diameter.

His eyes growing wide, Sean stammered, "You mean... inside me?" Had his voice ever sounded so squeaky before?

Smiling, Hugo replied, "Of course inside. This is a nice little plug and you'll come to appreciate it very quickly."

Horrified, Sean shrank back. "That thing is fucking huge!"

Hugo gave him a curious look. "You have a point with fucking, but it's not huge. This," he pulled a six-inch long and two-and-a-half-inch wide plug from the drawer, "would be considered a fair size, but we'll leave it for later."

Sean gasped. His hole clenched involuntarily when he remembered how big Ian's finger had felt.

"Drop your boxers, then bend over, please. This won't take a minute." The doctor gestured to a bench in the middle of the room.

Retreating further, Sean shook his head. No way!

"Come on, this won't hurt a bit. Unless you prefer to be in the examination chair with your legs restrained in the stirr-ups?" Huge gave Sean a speculative look. His patients' preferences had surprised him more than once before. "I thought so. Now, this plug goes in, either way. Your choice how we do it."

Sean eyed the chair in the corner with disgust. Shuddering, he reluctantly pushed his boxers down and bent over the bench.

"Good boy." Hugo stood behind the blond and slowly inserted his slicked index finger into him.

Sean yelped and his hole tightened. "Fuck, it's too big! Let me go!"

Shaking his head, Hugo withdrew his finger. Ian had been right, Sean was too tense and tight, and his fear didn't help. He walked over to another cupboard and retrieved a speculum.

Turning his head, Sean tried to figure out what was happening. His jaw dropped when he saw Hugo handle a stainless steel device that looked like a bizarre pair of tongs. He didn't need much imagination to envision where it was supposed to go.

"As I said, the plug is going in, but I'd better stretch you a little first to make you more comfortable."

Sean was paralysed when Hugo returned to him. He tensed even further when he felt the cold metal glide into his body.

"Relax, please." Hugo gradually opened the blades.

"Look who's talking! You're not the one with a fucking – whatever – up his arse!" Sean exclaimed. "Stop it! The human body wasn't made for this!" His voice had acquired a hysterical edge.

Continuing to slowly spread the blond open, Hugo reassured him. "With the right preparation, most men can even take a fist. You're in no danger. Although this speculum opens three inches wide, we'll stop at an inch today. Please try to relax now; it'll be easier for you, too."

Shaking like an overridden horse, Sean shut up. No matter what he said, the doctor wouldn't let him go. The only way out was to accept the inevitable, let the plug be inserted, and then leave the oasis before Hugo could use the next size on him. He tried to calm down.

Hugo noticed the blond's attempt to relax and stretched the sphincter to an inch before withdrawing the speculum. "Now take a deep breath, please, and then exhale slowly..."

Sean tried his best to do as he was bidden to. However, his breathing hitched when he felt the slick plug being relentlessly pushed deep inside him. It seemed to go on forever and his eyes widened as he felt incredibly filled and stretched.

"That's it, you're doing fine. Now we'll connect the plug to a harness to make sure it won't come out." Hugo attached the flared end to a soft leather strap, guided it between Sean's legs and hooked it into a belt.

Almost wishing not to know, Sean asked, "How long do I have to wear this?"

"Let's have Ian take it out by lunch time and we'll try the next size tomorrow. After a few days, when you've grown used to wearing it for a while, I'll provide you with a large one for the night until your ring muscle gets accustomed to being stretched."

That left him with a few days at most to plan his flight. Sean nodded.

"Now, this wasn't half as bad, was it? Sit down, and I'll tell you about hygienic matters."

Sean raised himself from his prone position on the bench and gasped when he felt the plug nudge his prostate. Brightly-coloured stars flashed in front of his eyes.

Satisfied, Hugo looked at him. "I told you you'd like it."

The few steps to the chair in front of Hugo's desk were onerous as the plug moved in his arse and repeatedly rubbed the tiny gland. Sean's relief at sitting down and stopping the plug's dance was, however, short-lived, as it was pushed in even deeper. Fuck, this was pure torture!

"So," Hugo began amiably, "Ian said you're concerned about hygiene when it comes to your anus. I can assure you that your rectum, and that's the only part of your arse we're considering right now, is usually free of faeces."

The blond didn't look convinced.

"However," Hugo continued, "if you want to make sure, you can always have an enema before sex. Some men also find this highly enjoyable, so you might consider it foreplay. I've got all the equipment here," he got up and opened a cupboard displaying rubber bottles, hoses, and nozzles, "and I'll be happy to show you how it's used." He looked at Sean expectantly.

The blond shuddered. He had hoped to stop Ian from penetrating him by asking about cleanliness, but was not interested in these details.

"No? You can always ask me again later." He went back to his chair. "What about fellatio, then?"

"What do you mean?" Sean frowned.

"Well, there are always traces of urine when you blow someone unless you flush his bladder before."

Flush the bladder? What on earth was this guy talking about?

Seeing the puzzled look on the blond's face, Hugo hurried to elaborate. "You can use a catheter to pump clean water into the bladder. And let it out, of course." His eyes glinted. "Or you can prevent him from voiding; it's a nice scheme in a domination scene."

"A... catheter."

Hugo nodded enthusiastically. "Yes. You insert it into the penis," Sean winced, "and then it goes straight into the bladder. I'll show you." He got up again and returned with a sixteen-inch long flexible tube, a little less than a quarter of an inch in diameter. "See here? This end goes into the urinary meatus, meaning your pee hole–"

"It won't fit!" Sean blurted out, cursing himself as soon as the words left his mouth. Would he never learn to keep quiet?

"Oh, trust me, this size is fine with most males, and there are smaller ones available. Also, the urethra can be stretched – now, that's something you might be interested in! Come here!" Hugo opened yet another cupboard. Lost in the pride of his medical expertise, he didn't notice that Sean was far from sharing his enthusiasm.

Sean followed the doctor to the cupboard, wishing he was invisible. He winced when the plug repeatedly brushed his gland.

"See these?" Hugo pointed at a selection of rigid metal rods with bulb-shaped tips. They were about a foot long and the diameter of the bulbs varied from a fifth to a half of an inch. "They're not only useful to enlarge your tube, but also for the most exquisite prostate stimulation. Did you know that the prostate wraps around the urethra? No? I thought not. Moving these rosebuds," Hugo caressed the largest bulb lovingly, "through it takes you to heaven!"

Sean groaned when another direct hit to his prostate made him see stars again.

Mistaking his pupil's reaction, Hugo exclaimed in delight, "I knew you'd love to try them. Unfortunately, they need to be sterilised, so I can't show you right now. What about tomorrow? In the early afternoon, would that suit you?" He hurried back to his desk and consulted his calendar.

Sean opened his mouth but no words came out.

"Oh, don't worry about your appointment with Ian, I'll talk to him. He'll surely let you have the afternoon off for this. It's a date, then." He smiled broadly. "And now, I'll have to go, but I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow." With these words, Hugo dismissed the still speechless blond.

Sean found himself outside Hugo's office, totally dumbstruck. Had this conversation really taken place? He swallowed hard. Hugo intended to – stick these things into his cock tomorrow afternoon! His plans to flee the oasis had to be dramatically accelerated! He had to leave tonight!

Also, there was the plug to be dealt with. He knew he'd be in trouble if he removed it. On the other hand, he couldn't think clearly while the bloody thing kept rubbing his prostate. Furthermore, he had to avoid being seen like this.

He decided to go to his room to plan his flight. Lying on his bed, the plug wouldn't bother him as much. Or, even better, he'd have a good wank to take the pressure off. Surely, the stimulation would cease if his balls were empty.

Nodding in satisfaction at this strategy, he headed for his room until he crashed into an obstacle. The unexpected halt drew another loud gasp from him when the plug shifted again.

"Sean? I'm sorry I didn't see you, I was lost in thought..." Viggo's slate-blue eyes met his in concern. "You look flustered... are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." The blond cast his eyes down and an uneasy silence arose.

"Hey, I promised to show you my studio. Would you like to see it now?" Viggo smiled at him.

"Sure why not?" Darn! What made him say that? So much for his intentions to withdraw and prepare his flight. Well, too late now to change his mind. Anyway, a talk with Viggo might even provide useful information for his plans.

"Let's go, then." Happily, Viggo took the blond's arm and led the way.

Trying his best not to let his reaction to the continuing assault on his prostate show, Sean slowly followed him.

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