Into Another World - Sean's Story 14

Into Another World - Sean's Story

Part 14

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

Author's Note: For Matthew McConaughey think Denton van Zan, ugly brute in Reign of Fire. I 'borrowed' Krishan Malenkar, famous Indian actor, from Ellis Peters and MacMillan/Headline books. He's theirs alone and I have no rights to him.

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Sean followed Viggo, inwardly cursing at each step which made the plug in his arse send jolts of electricity through his body. Brightly-coloured stars flashed in front of his eyes and he had to bite his lip to suppress a groan.

Bloody hell, it was only yesterday that he had experienced the 'first contact' with his prostate. Ian had taken him completely by surprise, had somehow talked him into letting the older man touch the hidden gland. Sean had intended to investigate this new phenomenon later, in his room, after making sure that his door was securely latched. The last thing he needed was one the Sheik's minions finding him in the shower with his finger up his arse! However, the strong wine at the dinner table had knocked him out thoroughly and ruined his plans.

This morning, he hadn't had the time, and then Hugo had shoved the plug into him. Now it kept rubbing this most sensitive little spot inside him. His intention to relieve the pressure with a good wank was thwarted when he had – literally – bumped into Viggo, whom he was now following to the Dane's studio. At least, it appeared that his silent suffering had gone unnoticed so far.

For a moment, Sean wondered if he was really suffering. He felt incredibly horny from the fiery sparks sent out from the shifting plug. After all, Ian had reassured him that all men could feel this most exquisite pleasure from prostate stimulation. The point was, of course, that most het men never found out about this, whereas gay men – well, with a cock up his arse, a man was bound to notice. Not that Sean was ever going to consider what that might feel like!

While the blond could admit to himself that the plug was arousing him greatly, he vowed to never let anybody find out about this. It would be like an open invitation, like telling his fellow men at the oasis, 'come and fuck me'.

After a short walk through a part of the garden which Sean hadn't seen yet, Viggo stopped in front of a pavilion. Turning around, he flashed a grin at the Brit. "Welcome to my realm!"

The Dane opened the door and Sean was immediately impressed by the light. They entered a spacious room made up by three large windows and a wall. The room was cluttered with the paraphernalia of an artist, paints, brushes, canvasses, as well as some artworks, paintings, drawings, and sculptures.

Having taken art classes himself when he was younger, Sean discovered that he liked Viggo's works. Some of the paintings and sculptures were of the abstract kind, but he recognised the oasis and the harem members in many of the drawings and sketches. Viggo had captured them all in a multitude of situations.

Here was the Sheik, riding a camel, looking haughty, but magnificent. Another sketch held Liv and two other women by the pool, laughing. Patrick was in a third, gesturing wildly, pointing at a huge plant in the background. Sean could feel the boy's enthusiasm radiate from the picture.

"These are fantastic!" The blond exclaimed, even forgetting the plug for a moment.

His eyes fell on a drawing of Ian, a hundred percent the dignified Brit at teatime. The next picture showed Craig and Christian in the pool, splashing each other with water, and apparently having the time of their life. There was even a sketch featuring Sean himself where Viggo had caught him with a book under his favourite tree. Sean was surprised to see himself so relaxed, but he remembered that he had really felt good that day.

"Let's sit down if you'd like to see more?" Viggo grabbed a pile of sketchbooks and led the Brit to a sofa in an adjoining room.

Sean followed him, wincing again at the plug's motion, and gasped when he sat down and the darn thing hit his prostate dead on. "They're really brilliant." Hopefully, the Dane hadn't noticed his lapse!

"Thank you." Viggo smiled and handed him the next drawings.

Sean swallowed. The content of these illustrations was totally different. His eyes fell on a smiling Karl receiving a blow job by Craig. Suddenly, Sean grew alarmed; what if he was part of that collection as well?

Continuing to view the pictures, Sean relaxed when he got to older drawings, taken before his arrival. Here was another one of the Sheik, fucking Eric. Christian riding Craig. Again Craig, this time giving head to Eric. Ian kissing Karl. Hugo pushing something into Christian's arse.

The plug sent sparks in front of his eyes when he jerked involuntarily at this picture. It bore too much similarity to what he was experiencing right now, although, in contrast to him, Christian was obviously enjoying himself, his face was contorted in pleasure at whatever Hugo was doing to him.

Sean shuddered and turned to the next sketch. This one depicted Karl with a man he hadn't seen yet. They were standing upright and having sex in a position that– "This isn't possible!"

Chuckling, Viggo replied, "Oh, it is, I've seen it. This is Krishan Malenkar. He was here as a guest for a few months and taught us some of those famous Tantric exercises. I can show you if you like."

"No, thanks."

"Oh, I didn't mean the sex, just show you that it's possible to stand like this. Come on, it's fun, really!" Viggo pulled the resisting Brit to his feet.

Sean's hard cock twitched when he bumped against the Dane. He swore to kill Hugo for that plug torture. At least, it appeared that Viggo hadn't noticed his boner; he'd have misunderstood the situation as Sean couldn't tell the other man that his erection was caused by the plug and not by the erotic art and physical closeness to him.

"OK, you stand on your left foot and I put my right arm here and wrap my legs..."

Viggo didn't get any further with his instructions because the plug chose to play a particularly nasty trick in that moment, and Sean's left knee buckled. The blond fell backward onto the sofa and Viggo crashed on top of him.

Giggling madly despite being knocked out of breath, the Dane admitted, "It looks as if you're right, although I swear that I've seen them do it!" Trying to get up, his thigh brushed against Sean's hard-on and drew a loud moan from the blond.

Terrified, Sean still couldn't suppress another moan when Viggo pushed his thigh against his aching groin again, this time deliberately. The weight of the other man made the plug land another hit on his prostate, which didn't help much.

Viggo was surprised by Sean's reaction, but he wasn't going to question a gift horse and continued to rub himself against the blond in a slow, leisurely rhythm.

Sean felt powerless to struggle against his need, the bloody plug made darn sure of that. After a few thrusts by the Dane, he found himself pressing back with increasing urgency.

The friction between them made both men pant with need. Viggo ground himself hard against Sean and thus pushed him into the sofa, which, in turn, made the plug impact on the Brit's hidden gland. Sean's hands found the Dane's arse and tightened on it, while Viggo kept a firm grip on the blond's hips.

The speed of their rocking against each other picked up, and soon Sean felt his balls draw up, the heat and pressure on his groin and the continuing assault on his prostate were relentless. His head thrashed as he tried to stifle his groans when his throbbing cock finally couldn't take it anymore, and bursts of hot seed soaked his silk boxers.

Feeling Sean peak, Viggo let go, too, moaning and gasping happily when he reached his climax.

Sean recoiled in horror as soon as his senses returned. He had made another man come! Gods, he had to get out of here before they really turned him into a queer! What had he thought, letting the other man lead him on to this?

Viggo felt relaxed, sated; Sean was simply gorgeous. When his breathing had calmed, however, he noticed immediately that the blond was on the brink of panicking. Trying to think of a distraction, he reached for a pack of cigarettes on the table next to the sofa and offered it to the other man.

"Fancy a fag?"

"Huh?" Startled by Viggo's question, it took the Brit a moment to see the grin on the other's face. He frowned, "But the Sheik..."

"..doesn't need to know everything." Viggo finished the sentence for him.

The Dane's conspiratory wink made Sean laugh. "You're so right, mate!" Lighting up for the first time in weeks felt fantastic and his spirit rose immediately, mainly for knowing he defied the Sheik's orders – although he didn't mind the nicotine rush either.

"Setting the studio up in this remote place does have its advantages," Viggo told him, "and you're welcome to take refuge here if you need to escape for a while or indulge in forbidden fruits."

Sean was relieved that the accompanying smile indicated the Dane wasn't talking about sex. "Where do you get your supplies? I'd have thought security here to be as tight as a shark's arsehole."

"Oh, it is, but I can call in an occasional favour from the locals. I trade my artworks for consumables." Viggo's smile grew wider.

Sean felt himself relax gradually. He liked the easy way of the other man, although he was still embarrassed at what had happened earlier. In this moment, however, he appreciated the other's company and the secrecy of the disapproved cigarette. It was like in his school days when he was sharing a smoke with his mates behind the fence.

His mind brightened. He and his mates had also shared the occasional wank in the shower after footie practice, and of course they hadn't considered themselves gay for it! Okay, he had to admit that they had never brought each other off, but heck, he'd only been fooling around with Viggo and this didn't make him gay either.

"So, the locals get around a lot?" He might as well try to fish for useful information for his flight.

"I've never actually asked them where they get their loot." Viggo shrugged. "Thieves' honour I guess." Then he nodded at the Brit's soiled boxers. "I've got a change of pants over there by the sink. Better get rid of this before it dries and sticks." He went over to the sink, pulled his boxers off unceremoniously, and began to wash.

Sean blushed. Obviously, Viggo had no compulsions about privacy. Sean, however, couldn't risk taking his pants off in front of the other man as he'd immediately spot the plug belt and recognise its meaning.

"Thanks for the offer, but I think I want a proper shower. I'll go back to my place." And from there right on to Ian to finally have this fucking thing removed!

"Sure! I'll keep you company to the main building if you wait for a sec. Since we seem to have missed lunch, I'll raid the kitchen." Viggo flashed the blond a wolfish grin. "You're welcome to join me when you're changed."

Unable to resist the Dane's smile, Sean nodded. "I might take you up on that." A kitchen raid also meant provisions for the flight.

Viggo slung an arm around Sean's shoulders. They left the studio together and walked right into Christian.

The young Brit's face lit up when he saw them. "Sean, I was looking for you. We were a little concerned when you missed lunch."

Sean felt moved by the fact that he had been missed. However, it wouldn't do to let his fondness for the young man show. "I'm quite capable of looking after myself, thank you," he replied in a voice that sounded invidious, even to himself.

The smile in Christian's eyes turned to ash. "Of course you are," he whispered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply otherwise. I'll... see you around." He looked at the floor and fled.

"Now what's wrong with you? That wasn't called for!" Viggo chided and the blond winced.

Of course, the Dane was right to rebuke him, but Sean couldn't admit to being worn out with the plug business and what else had happened today. All he wanted was to get rid of the thing and be on his own. Poor Christian had gotten in his way and Sean shouldn't have reacted in the way he had.

"I know, and I'm sorry. It's just that I really need that shower now, I'm itching all over. I'll speak to him later and explain."

Viggo wasn't convinced by Sean's reply, but he decided not to press the already annoyed Brit right now.

They resumed the walk in silence.

As soon as Ian had removed the plug – a procedure he preferred not to dwell upon – Sean had retreated to the library to read up on desert hiking and anything else he could think of that might prove useful for his trip. Also, he had hoped to find Christian there, but the younger Brit was nowhere to be seen.

The time for dinner came and Sean joined the others in the hall. Ian explained that the Sheik was entertaining a guest tonight in his private chambers, a camel trader whom he knew from his high school days.

"Where's Christian, won't he have dinner?" Craig inquired and saved Sean from having to ask that question himself.

"He won't come tonight," Eric answered with a grin, "Matt had a go at him with a single tail earlier."

"You mean he came already?" Craig's eyes were sparkling, while Viggo explained in a whisper to Sean that Matthew McConaughey was the name of the Sheik's guest.

"He won't be able to sit for a while if Matt did his job right," Eric replied.

Watching Sean closely, Ian said in a quiet voice, "He had to work through something."

"I wonder what got into Christian," mused Craig.

"Well, Matt's cock obviously!" Eric replied dead-pan.

When the laughter had died down, Craig sighed wistfully. "Lucky boy, to get laid by a big bugger like Matt."

Eric grinned. "Oh, do you envy our little one? I think I can help you out here..." He reached for Craig's pants and engaged the New Zealander in a kiss.

Sean squirmed in his seat. He knew he was responsible for the young Brit's distress, but there was nothing he could do. If he left the table to check on Christian, the others would only misunderstand his concern. He'd apologise tomorrow– The blond froze. He meant to be gone by tomorrow and for his plan to succeed, he had to set up his smoke screen now.

"Viggo, could you please pass me the wine?" Being an actor had its benefits. Soon enough, Sean was snoring in a convincing tone, apparently passed out drunk again.

Sighing, Ian decided that he'd have to speak with the Sheik and Hugo. They had to stop Sean from drinking lest he'd fall back into his old habits. Maybe he should also talk to Sean about his feelings for Christian, although he expected the blond to stall. He'd address the topic during their next session. At this moment, however, bed was the only option for his troublesome student.

"Eric? I'm sorry to disturb you, but could you help Sean back to his quarters?"

The big Australian man interrupted his playing with Craig's chest hair and looked up. "Now?"

"Please, dear heart," Ian's voice was apologetic. "I'd carry him myself, but my arthritis..." He kept a straight face.

"I'll help you with Sean," Viggo offered. "Maybe the venerable Ian can look after your pet meanwhile?" He had his own ideas about Sean and Christian.

Eric snorted. "Trust the old man to find a fountain of youth while we're gone." His voice betrayed his fondness of the older Brit. "Not that Craig would mind..."

He and Viggo carried the limp blond to his bed and left him there. As soon as the door was closed and the sound of their steps had become silent, Sean got up from the bed.

It was time to leave this place.

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