Into Another World - Sean's Story 16

Into Another World - Sean's Story

Part 16

Posted: March 30, 2007
Title: Into Another World - Sean's Story
Author: Ian Howe

Author's note: The Bambi and Thumper I have in mind are neither the Disney nor the Archer characters, but two brilliant villains from Diamonds are Forever. I've always loved those two, performed by Lola Larson and Trina Parks. Wrong Bond – who cares? ;-)

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The sun was about to set when they finally reached the oasis in the West. Sean felt elated, like he was almost home already. They were greeted by a tall man with dark hair. There might have been a hint of cruelty visible in his handsome face when he frowned, but now his radiant blue eyes were focussed on the group of riders and his unexpected guest. The man opened his arms in a welcoming gesture and smiled at Sean.

"As the owner of this humble oasis I welcome you to the most civilised place in this region." After bowing his head a fraction of an inch he continued, "My name is Brosnan. Pierce Brosnan." He looked at Sean expectantly.

Suddenly insecure, Sean deemed it best to address the other with his title. "I'm pleased to meet you, Sheik Brosnan. I'm Sean Bean."

The Sheik lifted a quizzical eyebrow. "The actor?" He gave Sean a closer look. "Indeed, you are. I've seen you in – 'Sharpe', wasn't it? I really enjoyed your..." His glance fell on the other man's chest where his coat had parted, "performance." Brosnan moistened his lips. "What an unexpected pleasure! Will you do me a favour and join me for a Martini? Shaken, not stirred? As I said, this place has all the amenities of modern civilisation, unlike the oases in the area."

Sean's face had lit up on being recognised. According to Patrick, this Sheik Brosnan might not have as lush a garden as Karl, but he was obviously a man of the world. Surely, he would help him get back to England. The blond's spirits rose as they crossed from the oasis' entrance over to what appeared to be the main building, but the hardship of his desert hike suddenly caught up with his body and he stumbled.

Strong, sinewy hands prevented him from falling. Being held safely, Sean wondered for a moment what else these hands might be capable of – and he recoiled in horror. The brain-washing of Karl and his minions still held him captive; hopefully Brosnan hadn't noticed!

The Sheik, sensing his guest's discomfort, released his grip on the other's arm immediately. "Please accept my apologies for being so impolite. Of course, you must be tired. I will arrange a hot bath and fresh clothes for you. After that, I'd be honoured if you'd be my guest for dinner and conversation?" He smiled. "A stranger on my doorstep who turns out to be a world famous actor crossing the mighty desert on foot. I would not miss your tale."

Inwardly cringing, Sean knew that he'd have to tell his story right down to the embarrassing parts of it. The Sheik would not deny his plea for help when he knew what Sean had been threatened with only a day's journey from here. Of course, he'd leave some of the details out...

Brosnan took his arm again. "Let me see you to the guest quarters."

Sean was impressed by everything he saw on their way, but he couldn't help the suspicion that the main purpose of the guest wing was to impress. While the beauty of Karl's place lay in its simple elegance, the architecture of this oasis appeared just a touch too pompous.

The bedroom he was led into by the Sheik was a perfect example. The walls were draped with coloured tapestries; the bed itself a four-poster with a canopy, covered with pillows of all sizes and shapes. Sean wasn't sure what Karl's guest rooms looked like, but he'd put on a wager they'd be more austere and not as brothel-like.

The thought had appeared out of nowhere and at first, he felt mildly ashamed for it. Then he reminded himself that a Sheik might have a certain need to express his male superiority. This Sheik was a totally different type than Karl, though. He reeked of alpha-male dominance and the room somehow fit the owner of the place.

Two women entered the room, carrying towels and clothes. Brosnan bowed to Sean again and prepared to withdraw. "I'll entrust you to Bambi and Thumper. They'll show you to the dining hall when you're ready to come. Enjoy." He winked and left.

Later...

Sean hadn't known what to expect, but the bath had been just that. When the Sheik had left him, he had briefly wondered what was expected from him, then he had decided not to push his luck. Not familiar with the local customs, he had no idea if – what had the Sheik called them? Bambi and Thumper? – were there to wait on him in the bath or if their duties went further than that. However, he'd better not enrage his host by trespassing; he needed the Sheik's help.

The pair of them was stunning, though, as he had to admit. Thumper was a muscular, well-trained looking black woman with short hair. Bambi had tanned skin and dark hair, slightly longer than that of her counterpart, and she was of a similar physical build. Sean estimated both to be forty-ish. Despite their muscles they didn't look bulky; rather, they possessed a cat-like strength and agility.

They were also highly efficient and had quickly divested him of his clothes, bathed, shaved – his face! – and dressed him again. The soft, colourful pants and matching shirt appeared a little feminine to his taste, but he really wanted to humour his host and shrugged the outfit off as necessity. No one who mattered would ever see him in this garb, and he couldn't wear his desert rags for the dinner with the Sheik.

As soon as the women were finished with him, Sean was led to the dining hall where he gawped on entering. Now, this place matched with his expectations of an Oriental Sheik's dwelling. The room was huge with rich carpets on the ground, the walls covered with silk, and a heavy fragrance lingering in the air.

Brosnan had been sitting at a large table laden with food and drink, and the most elaborate dishes Sean had ever seen. The Sheik stood up on his guest's entry, embraced him, then bade him sit down and eat.

Awkwardly, Sean lowered himself onto a pouffe, and glanced around. The Sheik was being served food and drink by no less than four women. Each of them was as gorgeous as Bambi and Thumper who now began to serve the him. The absence of men beside the Sheik and his guest was notable.

The food was delicious and Sean ate ravenously. "I see that your journey has made you hungry," remarked the Sheik and offered him a cup of wine. Sean accepted gratefully and drank to his host's health. The wine was strong and sweet and tasted perfect after the long day. With a contented sigh, Sean inwardly blessed the Sheik, then remembered his duty as a guest and embarked upon a well-edited version of his ordeal.

He had decided to stick to the truth as much as possible, leaving only the most embarrassing episodes out. Not knowing the extent of the relationship between the two Sheiks, Sean had to make Brosnan understand that Sean was here against his will. On the other hand, there was no need to humiliate himself by telling the complete story.

Keeping the details on his abduction short – since he'd been out cold there wasn't much he could tell anyway – Sean described his disbelief at finding himself appointed a slave in Sheik Urban's harem. To his relief, Brosnan raised his eyebrows.

"You mean Karl intended to keep you as his sex slave? This is priceless! I'm aware of some of his funny ideas, but I didn't know the rumour about his male harem was true. Please continue your narration, by all means!"

Thumper handed Sean another cup of wine and he drank greedily, his throat dry from speaking. He kept the part on his stay at the harem as short as possible and then described his flight from the place.

Brosnan rubbed his chin. "And that brought you straight to my door-step. But what about the other harem members? Surely they can't be happy?"

Relieved after his successful escape attempt and his tongue loosened from the Sheik's strong wine, Sean gladly answered the prompt for information. Brosnan listened with more than only polite interest while Bambi filled the blond's cup once more.

The Sheik seemed to be particularly fascinated by Christian. "You mean he really likes it when one inflicts pain on him?" Sean rambled on, happy that Brosnan listened intently. He was feeling warm and fuzzy and it was so good to be taken seriously!

Suddenly, Sean realised that he was on the verge of telling the Sheik about his education, and he caught himself just in time. Brosnan smiled and clapped his hands, upon which the table was cleared and the women except for Bambi and Thumper left.

A hookah pipe was brought in and the Sheik invited his guest to share it with him. For some time they sat there and smoked, wordlessly, while the women massaged their shoulders.

Sean's thoughts drifted. He needed to ask Brosnan for help to get back to London, but when he opened his mouth the Sheik spoke first. "Relax and enjoy, we can talk business later."

Feeling mellow and drowsy from the wine and the long day, Sean couldn't have agreed more. He closed his eyes and followed the example his host had set him.

Bambi had opened Brosnan's robe to reveal a furred chest. What had begun as a relaxing massage turned into foreplay when she moved from standing behind the Sheik to sit in his lap. He sighed with pleasure when her hands roamed through the fur and snaked further down his belly.

Thumper was still working on Sean's tense neck and shoulders, but her ideas made it more than a simple massage. It felt as if his back consisted mainly of erogenous zones and she was expertly picking them out.

A quick look at the Sheik revealed that the other man was watching him. Sean blushed, but Brosnan only grinned knowingly, "She's good, isn't she?" The blond could only groan his confirmation.

This seemed to be the cue for Thumper to take things further. As efficiently as before in the bath, she quickly undressed Sean and her long fingers began to explore his body. Deft hands tweaked his nipples into stiffness and soon he found himself moaning and writhing with desire.

Brosnan obviously had no issues about watching, but Sean couldn't be bothered anymore; this was simply too good! With a speculating glance at his guest's leaking erection, the Sheik remarked, "Your tale made me think you'd appreciate her."

His intended reply was cut short to a surprised gasp when Thumper suddenly swallowed Sean's cock down to the root. Brosnan nodded, satisfied. "I thought so."

The woman was very talented indeed. Soon enough, Sean was twitching and mewling his pleasure. Let that Sheik watch if he gets off on it, as long as she doesn't stop...

Closing his eyes, he let himself fall into the sensations. Gods, she was fantastic! Almost as good as... His mind replayed another scene, with Christian kneeling in front of him and Sean losing himself in the heat of the younger man's mouth. The memory made him moan loudly.

"Get up and kneel!" Bambi's husky voice was whispering into Sean's ear. She had left her seat on Brosnan's knees and stood behind the blond, trailing her fingers up and down his spine.

"Trust her, you won't regret it," suggested the Sheik.

Thumper's ministrations paused, and she too indicated that he should go along with Bambi's request, so Sean shrugged and obeyed. He was rewarded by Thumper's tongue swirling over his crown while her hands wrapped around his balls and gently rubbed them.

Delicate fingers spread his cheeks apart and he almost cried out when Bambi ran her tongue down his cleft, tickled his puckering hole, and began to lick at the sensitive spot behind his balls. Meanwhile, Thumper resumed deep-throating him, and Sean was panting hard in his arousal.

Bambi's tongue was hovering over his hole again, and, remembering how Ian's finger had felt on the hidden spot inside him, Sean wanted nothing more than for hers to enter him.

His wish was granted almost instantly when she wiggled her tongue inside him. The wet muscle began to stab at his hole and he pushed back at it, urging Bambi to go on. His legs trembled and he drew close to finding his release, if only she'd graze that spot...

Brosnan whispered into his ear, "Oh, you do indeed like this, don't you? And I can feel how desperate you are! Only a little longer now, and I promise, the waiting will be worth it!" Then, the Sheik said something to Thumper and stepped aside. Sean suddenly found his balls in a tight grip, stopping them from their much-needed crawl upwards. He whined in frustration, close to begging the Sheik to let him come.

His whine turned into a disappointed wail when Bambi let her tongue slide out of him, then into a shriek when the tongue was replaced by a slick finger which probed deeply and raked over his prostate. The blond's hips bucked wildly, thrusting his cock into Thumper's mouth. Gods, if she'd just let his balls go, he'd explode immediately!

He vaguely noticed Brosnan whispering into his ear, "Almost there, Sean." Thumper sucked hard on his crown; Sean was sure he'd climax, balls held tight or not. Another few direct hits on his pleasure centre and brightly-coloured stars were flashing in front of his eyes when the finger was removed.

"No, please, want..." Sean's speech capabilities were clearly suffering.

"Oh yes, you're doing so well." Again, the Sheik spoke to him and it didn't quite make sense, but it didn't matter when Thumper's hand finally let go of his tortured balls and Sean felt a nudge at his quivering entrance.

Instead of the intense pleasure of release, however, he felt a sharp pain. Despite his muddled brain, it took Sean only the fraction of a second to realise that Brosnan was beginning to penetrate him.

"NO!!!" Sean screamed and tried to escape, but firm hands held his hips in a death grip while the Sheik pressed his cock through the resisting muscle.

"Shh, relax, and the pain will stop." The voice in his ear was soothing.

He froze. This simply couldn't be happening! With him immobile, the excruciating pain grew less, but it still felt like being impaled.

As soon as Sean stopped struggling, Thumper began to lick at his cock again and he realised with a shock that he still found it arousing. When the Sheik began to move and nudge Sean's prostate repeatedly, Sean's moans grew desperate.

"There's a good boy, I knew you'd love it!"

In utter horror, Sean knew that Brosnan was right. He wanted the Sheik to continue. It hurt like perdition, yet if the Sheik were to offer to pull out now, Sean would have refused him.

At the fringe of his consciousness, Sean felt Thumper's mouth leave his cock. It didn't matter. Then, one of the Sheik's hands sneaked between his legs and began to roll his stone-hard marbles in their sac. Sean was moaning and writhing, the pressure in his arse becoming as unbearable as his need to empty his balls.

Behind him, Pierce picked up speed, seeing stars himself, surrounded by Sean's tight heat. He'd never have thought his guest would be a virgin, but he couldn't bring himself to stop, now that he'd at last realised. Feeling the other man's imminent climax, Pierce began to swiftly stroke Sean's swollen cock.

Ecstasy mingled with agony and Sean screamed at the top of his lungs when his balls finally gave up their prize under Brosnan's hands. A blinding flash of white spread in front of his eyes and then he grew limp in the other's arms, passing out from the intensity of his peak. Still, his hole clenched violently in orgasm and made the Sheik come hard, but Sean didn't notice anymore.

After slowly regaining his breath, Pierce stroked a strand of hair from Sean's sweaty forehead. "Bring him to his room and stand guard. And I need a message delivered." The servant bowed and hurried to fulfil the Sheik's requests.

Pierce kissed Sean's brow and whispered, "You still have a long way to go, my friend."

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