Into Another World - Sean's Story 28

Into Another World - Sean's Story

Part 28

Posted: April 4, 2008
Title: Into Another World - Sean's Story
Author: Ian Howe

Warning: Kink (urethral sounds). Don't read if this squicks you!

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"You're so not having my arse!"

Karl looked up from his desk and raised his eyebrows. After staring at his slave for a few seconds the corners of his mouth began to twitch, and another few seconds later he burst out laughing, "What?"

"I said, you're not having my arse." Sean's voice was accusing as before, but a hint of insecurity had crept into it.

Watching the scene unfold, Ian smiled to himself. The blond Brit was adorable in his rage, with flushed cheeks and a dangerous sparkle in his eyes.

"Oh, don't you doubt that I will have your arse. Eventually. But that isn't why I summoned you here today," Karl replied calmly.

His hackles rising even more at the statement that the Sheik could summon him at his whim, Sean was about to make another snarky comment when he felt Christian's hand on his arm. As always, his lover's touch grounded him.

"Why don't we hear Karl out first?" Christian suggested softly.

"The voice of reason. Thank you, Christian." Ian looked at the Sheik and said, "I've had tea brought to the business lounge." He raised his arm in an inviting gesture.

The Sheik led the way, followed by Sean and Christian, then Ian. To make sure we don't run, Sean thought suspiciously. He didn't like being kept in the dark, and although Karl had suggested that his arse was not on the agenda for today Sean was by no means convinced that there wasn't a nasty surprise waiting for them.

His jaw dropped when Karl halted in front of an ornate door and Ian handed embroidered robes almost like the ones the older Brit and the Sheik themselves were wearing to him and Christian. "I don't understand..." he stammered.

Karl snorted and made an impatient gesture. Not waiting for his slaves to get dressed he pushed the door open. Sean hurried to put the robe on, then entered with Christian. He'd never seen this part of the Sheik's palace. It looked businesslike and Sean guessed that this was where Karl took care of his worldly affairs.

After Ian had bidden them to sit, Sean took Christian's hand and looked at Karl in uncomfortable anticipation, knowing that something special was up.

"I want you to feel like we're equals today," the Sheik began. "This is a sensitive issue and I ask that you kindly listen to me."

Equals! For a second, Sean was tempted to ask Karl to drop his pants to prove it, but he sensed that the other was dead serious.

Thanking Ian for pouring the tea, the Sheik continued. "You, Christian, and you, Sean, have suffered greatly at the hands of one of my neighbours." He paused. "I'm speaking about Pierce Brosnan."

Feeling Christian's hand tighten on his, Sean took a deep breath and looked at his lover. His own experience with Pierce was nothing compared to what Christian had gone through. Relieved to find the young man composed despite the disturbing topic he turned to face the Sheik again, not sure he'd like what they were going to hear.

"Brosnan has been a thorn in my side for quite some time. I'm not by any means the only one who's more than fed up with him, but what he did to Christian finally ran the cup over." Karl rubbed his chin. "Now, I don't wish to go into details about local politics. It is sufficient for you to know that I hold a leading position in the region and when I called for a council to discuss Pierce, my fellow sheiks agreed that the time has come to act."

Karl spoke to Christian, softly, "Rest assured that I didn't tell anyone about you, little one." He turned to Sean. "Nor did I mention what he did to you."

Holding Christian's hand tightly, Sean clenched his teeth. If Karl would have told anyone about Pierce being his – however unwanted – first, Sean would have killed him. Or at least wished to be courageous enough to kill him. Then again, Karl had probably not wanted to have it known that he'd been cuckolded by his neighbour. Sean smiled grimly and nodded.

"Up till now we'd excused Pierce to a certain degree. Life hasn't been easy for him as he was barely more than a child when his father died. With the old man a tyrant and despot. Pierce wasn't prepared for the task of running the oasis. Neither did he have a good adviser." Karl smiled fondly at Ian who smiled back and bowed his head.

"I'm afraid the power went to his head. Maybe we should have clipped his wings a while ago, but we're certainly not going to let him continue wreaking havoc on other people's lives or the economy of the region. The man has to learn his place." Karl's voice betrayed his annoyance.

"So, long story short, I asked a friend of mine for help disciplining our quarrelsome neighbour and teach him humility." Smiling grimly, Karl continued, "To the surprise of both of us, Pierce turned out to be a most eager student. I only wish we'd have tried that a few years back, but, anyway, Hugh holds that Pierce is now ready to conclude his education."

Karl – no, the Sheik, Sean thought – rose from his seat, radiating authority. "Tonight, Pierce will make his formal act of submission to me as the sovereign of the realm."

Sean frowned suspiciously. "And since you're telling us this, which role have you assigned to Christian and me, then?" He sneered, "Are you going to show us off as your humble servants to set Pierce an example?"

Christian winced and Karl looked hurt. "I can't tell you how sorry I am that you still mistrust me so much, Sean. But no, this isn't my intention. I want to invite you to witness Pierce's submission tonight. As my guests, not slaves. In full dress and honours."

Addressing Christian, too now, Karl continued, "Ian agrees with me that it might be beneficial for your healing process to perceive your former master in a non-threatening situation."

Then he turned to Sean again. "And you're invited to participate in the disciplining ritual, if you like."

The blond's mind raced. This was the last thing he'd expected and he didn't know what to say. Looking at Christian he found his lover's face set, as if he were deep in thought.

For the first time since they'd entered the room, Ian spoke. "I think you should attend, Christian. Seeing Pierce without his power will help to dissipate your fears, little one." The old Brit looked at Christian fondly. "And I'm sure you'd feel safe with Sean at your side." He smiled.

Biting his lip, then looking at Sean Christian finally nodded. "Would you come with me?" he asked shyly.

"Of course I will," Sean replied and wrapped his arm around the younger man. "I'll never leave you alone." He placed a soft kiss on Christian's hair, his heart aching at the pain he'd perceived in his lover's voice at the mention of Pierce. Silently, he agreed with Ian; seeing the man could help Christian overcome his trauma. He hoped it would work.

"Fine, that's settled then," Karl smiled. "As I've a lot of things to take care of for tonight I ask you to excuse me, but I'll leave Ian at your disposal." He nodded at his valide who inclined his head. "He'll explain the ceremony to you and provide appropriate dress. I shall see you later." He gave a formal quick bow and left the room.

"Well, in principle, anyone submitting to the Sovereign will kneel and swear an oath of fealty. However, in this case it's a bit more complicated." Ian had poured more tea before he began to introduce his students to the local customs. "Since Pierce has been a real nuisance, the gathering of the Sheiks has decided to put him in his place first, so there'll be a public act of punishment. Each of the Sheiks present has the right to participate, and," Ian looked at Sean and Christian, "so have the guests."

Not quite sure what Ian was getting at, Sean stammered, "What exactly do you mean, participate?" He licked his lips nervously.

"In most cases, a spanking or whipping is applied as punishment, but as the offender puts himself completely at the Sheiks' mercy, the procedure isn't limited to that. Often, sexual submission is favoured as a means to humiliate the offender." Ian inclined his head. "In other words, each of the participants is granted permission by the one submitting to make use of his or her body."

"I know this must sound archaic to you, but it is a traditional ritual that has rarely failed to produce the desired result. As you might have noticed," Ian chuckled, "sex between men is quite normal hereabouts, and the ritual also serves to create a strong bond between all participants, in particular since after his ordeal is over, the aspirant is accepted as a member to the brotherhood of Sheiks."

The way Ian had put it it made sense, albeit in a very twisted way. Sean wondered if he was already so corrupted by his sojourn at the oasis that this abnormal behaviour seemed acceptable, but he remembered one of the first things Karl had said when Sean had woken to his new captivity, My country – my law! Wasn't it fair to have someone else be judged under that law as well? In particular after Sean had suffered from this man's hands as a consequence of this law – not to mention Christian?

"I see," the blond replied quietly. Christian nodded.

"Then maybe we should go find you some suitable clothes? You'll want a bath first and there isn't so much time left." Ian got up and led the way to a bathing chamber. "If you'll excuse me while I take care of matters." He bowed and left.

The bathing chamber exceeded anything Sean had seen before; even for the Sheik's standards this had to be a special place. While he and Christian were still staring, a group of handsome men and women arrived and began to undress them.

The tub would have easily fit two more people. Sean gasped when he slid into the scalding water next to Christian. The heat and the herbal essences added to the bath soon made him drowsy. Deft hands massaged him while he was washed and shaved. Funny that he'd objected to having a clean-shaven groin not so long ago; it seemed normal now... Sean leaned back with a lazy grin and enjoyed watching the same treatment applied to his lover.

However, Christian was far from relaxed and Sean frowned when he noticed the young man's nervous fidgeting. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to join this gathering after all? He'd better have a word with Ian...

Just as Sean was beginning to wonder if the old valide had left them for good, Ian reappeared followed by Liv carrying a bundle of fabrics. Sean hadn't seen the girl for a while and he noticed with surprise that she didn't arouse much desire in him. A few weeks ago, realising this would have sent him into panic, but now? He shrugged. Back then, he hadn't known Christian and the unspeakable pleasures his young lover could give him.

His foremost concern now was how could he help Christian make it through the evening. Sean looked to Ian, pleading for help.

Christian's nervousness wasn't hard to miss. Ian wasn't surprised that his charge was scared, but he and Karl agreed that seeing Pierce was mandatory for the young man's healing. Sean's anxiety was obvious, too, and Ian was pleased that it appeared to be over Christian rather than over the blond's own ordeal with Pierce.

Frowning mildly, Ian wasn't sure if Sean would agree with his method of dealing with Christian, but the easiest way to calm the lad was to restrain him physically. Having expected this eventuality, he nodded at Sean reassuringly and fetched a box from a near-by rack.

"Trust me," Ian said calmly and carried the box over to a high-backed reclined chair, then indicated that Christian should sit in it.

Not sure he wished to see the contents of the box, Sean followed his lover and sat next to him, holding his hand.

Christian's hands were curled tightly and he looked at Sean with an insecure smile, then glanced at Ian anxiously.

"That's it, lad," Ian murmured, "we won't leave you alone in this, and I'll give you something to focus on." He drew a large butt plug from the box.

Gasping in horror, Sean turned to Ian. "You can't use that on him! He's just..." Struggling for words, he winced at the thought of explaining what he and Hugh had done earlier that afternoon. "You'll hurt him," he finished lamely.

Calmly meeting Sean's look, Ian replied, "Yes, I'm hurting him and that'll help." He smiled. "I know about you and Hugh and I must say I enjoyed watching it very much." Once again, Ian was amazed at the blond's blushing capability before he turned back to Christian. "Raise your buttocks, please?"

Christian lifted his hips and spread his thighs for Ian. Sean winced when he compared the pink, swollen hole to the plug the older man was busily coating with lubricant. That thing was at least six inches long and two-and-a-half in diameter. Sean made to speak up again, but Christian smiled at Ian and the blond shut his mouth again, deciding to trust his mentor.

It wasn't easy for him to hold to his decision when he listened to his lover's pained moans while Ian slowly pressed the monster in. Sean felt himself harden at the sight of Christian's muscle being stretched impossibly tight around the thick plug. Fuck, that had to hurt!

Finally, Ian had pushed the thing all the way inside Christian and the young man gave a relieved groan. Sean kissed his sweaty forehead and smiled, relieved that this was over.

"Now you'll make sure you don't lose it, little one. Clench tightly and it will take your mind off Pierce." Ian reached for the box again and withdrew a pair of drop-shaped objects.

Sean narrowed his eyes when his mentor clipped the heavy-looking devices to Christian's nipple rings. He cringed at his lover's sob and felt the hand tighten on his when the tiny nubs were yanked down by the weights. Trust him, he knows what he's doing... The blond forced himself to breathe calmly.

Casting a silencing glance at Sean, Ian removed yet another item from his box.

It took some time until Sean worked out what Ian intended to do with the six-inch long and a quarter-inch thick steel rod, and then he needed all his self-discipline he could muster to remain silent.

Christian emitted a tiny moan and moisture appeared at his slit when he recognised that Ian was about to insert the rod into his cock. Both ends were shaped into spherical bulbs, slightly larger than the diameter of the rod that was also adorned with ribs every quarter of an inch.

Although Ian was speaking to Christian, Sean knew he'd have bolted if not for that soothing voice. Christian was clutching at Sean's hand so hard that his knuckles had gone white as Ian squeezed his glans firmly to pinch the tiny slit open, then began to work the cold steel inside.

"Sean, you can probably imagine that most men find it extremely unpleasant to have such a device inserted into their urethra," Ian said pleasantly and the blond shuddered. The valide continued to speak while relentlessly sliding the rod deeper, "So does Christian, in fact, but in a moment he'll feel the bulb of this probe reach his prostate and that'll make up for his distress. Did you know that the tube tightens where the prostate wraps around it? With such a sound you can stimulate it directly and much stronger than in any other fashion."

When Ian angled Christian's cock downward and pushed the rod further down, the young man's back arched suddenly and he let out a strangled scream as his whole body bucked madly. Ian twisted the probe and Christian howled.

Nodding with satisfaction, Ian took a small screw and fiddled it through the tiny hole in Christian's frenulum. "This will hold it in place," he explained to a slightly pale Sean.

Despite still panting hard, Christian looked more at ease than a few minutes ago. Sean sighed, not sure if he'd ever come to understand his lover, but what counted for him was that Christian seemed calmer now.

"I'll be fine, Sean," Christian confirmed softly and kissed Sean's hand.

And if not I'll be there for you, Sean thought, and Ian will pay for this, regardless how well he meant, if he's hurt you... He vowed not to leave his lover's side.

"I'll be close," Ian said as if he'd read Sean's thoughts. He motioned to Liv, and the girl brought the garments he'd chosen for Sean and Christian, then helped them dress while the older Brit was bathed and shaved, too.

It felt strange to wear the formal robes. Sean was surprised to see his reflection in the mirror look so grand and almost intimidating. Facing Christian was a shock. The young man looked taller and – mean. Remembering his first impression of Christian, Sean nodded to himself. That was how he'd perceived his lover back then, harsh and menacing. Realising that this face would serve to protect Christian, Sean thought that maybe attending the gathering wasn't such a bad idea after all. Nevertheless, he was glad that Ian had promised to remain at their side.

Having finished to dress, Ian declared it was time to go.

Sean manoeuvred Christian between him and the older Brit, noticing with alarm how stiff his lover's gait was. At the same time, he admired the younger man's tranquility. He himself was getting more and more uncomfortable. Why had he let himself be talked into attending this madness? Feeling a hand on his arm, Sean turned to see his lover's eyes when Ian indicated to stop in front of a large door.

"Ready?" Ian asked, then pushed the door open.

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