Into Another World - Sean's Story 29

Into Another World - Sean's Story

Part 29

Posted: May 30, 2008
Title: Into Another World - Sean's Story
Author: Ian Howe

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"The brotherhood of Sheiks," Ian announced, and opened the door. He stood aside and gestured for Sean and Christian to enter.

Not sure whether his curiosity outmatched his nervousness, Sean pressed Christian's hand and they stepped into a dimly-lit hall. The room held a large, horseshoe-shaped table with six men seated at it, all of them displaying grave expressions. Sean gasped when his eyes fell on the large St. Andrew's cross mounted to one of the walls.

Sheik Urban occupied the head of the table and he rose when Sean and Christian entered, then indicated without words that they should sit. Ian took his place on the right hand side of the Sheik, followed by Christian, then Sean. Two seats on the Sheik's left side remained empty.

Swallowing when he realised that his right-hand neighbour was Hugo, Sean greeted the doctor with a tight smile, then concentrated on keeping a straight, unimpressed face while taking a closer look at their surroundings.

"Before we begin with the proceedings, let me introduce you to each other," Karl said and faced the man sitting next to Hugo.

When the man stood and bowed to the audience, Sean could barely suppress a gasp before realising his mistake. All participants wore robes similar in style to the ones Ian had provided, and for a moment Sean had taken him for Pierce.

"Sheik Lindsay, for the East of the realm." Karl didn't need to raise his voice as there was silence in the hall.

"Hugo Weaving, my honoured guest and medic."

As the doctor, too, rose from his seat and bowed, Sean winced. Would the Sheik announce him as his unwilling slave? He needn't have worried – of course not; Karl was über-correct when it came to formalities.

"Sean Bean, a highly-esteemed member of my household."

Grumbling an inaudible curse, Sean forced himself to smile, then stood and bowed. That bloody Sheik could even make it sound grand that he was nothing more than a catamite slave! What annoyed him even more was that he couldn't help being impressed by the Sheik's calm authority. He grit his teeth and sat again.

"Christian Bale, an honoured guest." Had the Sheik's voice softened just now when announcing Christian? Sean frowned, but his attention was immediately drawn to the scarcely-noticeable wince when the young man bowed. The weights on his nipples, of course. He'd find a way to make Ian pay...

"Ian McKellen, my indispensable valide," the Sheik introduced fondly, and Ian, too, made his bow. To Sean's surprise, Karl himself also bowed and gave his name, "Sheik Urban, your humble servant," before continuing with the three figures on the other side of the horseshoe, Sheiks Holloway, McDormand, and Byrne.

As soon as Karl had taken his seat again, the door opened and two more men entered. The first was Hugh, also clad in one of the robes. He was leading the second man, Pierce Brosnan, by a chain. Other than the chain and the cockring it was attached to, Pierce was naked and his eyes were trained firmly to the ground.

When Sean and Christian had entered the hall with Ian, the older Brit had whispered to them that only Sheik Urban was allowed to speak. Now Christian's eyes fell onto Pierce and a soft sob escaped his throat. Both Ian and Sean reached for the young man's hands to reassure him he was safe, but Brosnan's head snapped upwards.

"Chris?" he whispered, "Why are you here?" Then his eyes narrowed as he recognised Sean. "And you, too." He stood still and stared at them for a few seconds before making up his mind and yanking the chain loose from Hugh's hand.

This was obviously not part of the ritual. The audience gasped in horror, but Karl stood, indicating they should wait and see. Hugh clapped his hands and silence returned.

Pierce knelt down in front Christian and Sean and offered the chain to Christian. "Chris, I am not worthy to beg for your forgiveness. It is only now that I've been taught the other side that I understand I can never make good for what I did to you." His voice betrayed his pain. "I'm putting myself at your mercy. Punish me as you see fit. Do to me what I did to you. The only thing I can say for myself is that whatever you decide, I will never again abuse anyone's trust again like I did with yours."

Having taken the chain, Christian listened white-faced. Feeling all eyes focussed on him, he stood and began to speak with a trembling voice, "Pierce... Please don't kneel for me." He released the chain and continued with a little more confidence. "Hurting you won't make me feel better, but knowing that you'll never betray anyone's trust again... I can live with that."

Addressing Ian, Christian whispered, "Red."

Sean had watched in stunned silence, but now the worry for his lover took over. However, before he could say anything, he caught the warning in Ian's eyes. The valide had wrapped one arm around Christian's shoulders and held him in a firm embrace.

Right then, he'd remain silent, for Christian's sake. Grudgingly, Sean turned back to face Pierce and at least give him a hard stare and let him feel his hatred. To his surprise, the blond found that Brosnan was now looking at him, too.

"Sean, there's no justification for what I did. I did not know, but that is no excuse. I want you to know that I'm sorry, whatever that means to you." Brosnan's voice sounded sincere and he met Sean's eyes.

I did not know... Sean's mind raced. He had absolutely no desire of anyone finding out what exactly it was Pierce had not known. The best way to shut him up was probably to put a good face on the matter.

"Uh, yeah, well... I'll follow Christian's example and let's just forget about it, okay?" Sean knew he sounded ridiculous, but the sooner this was over the better.

Karl's eyes had narrowed while watching the scene unfold. Now he rose from his seat. "Let us return to our agenda. Hugh." He nodded at the Aussie.

Reaching for the chain dangling from Pierce's cock, Hugh led the naked man to the centre of the horseshoe and made him kneel and face Sheik Urban. Then he handed the chain to Urban and took his own seat next to the Sheik.

Meanwhile, Sean and Ian were trying their best to calm Christian, but the young Brit was close to breaking down. "You stay here and I'll take care of him," the valide told Sean, and although he didn't like being left behind the blond knew that Ian was right.

"I love you, Christian," Sean whispered and Christian replied under tears, "Me, too," before Ian led him from the hall.

The door had barely closed behind them when Christian started to sob. Ian manoeuvred him to the closest guest quarters, and pulled him into his arms. His own heart was aching as he had a fair idea what was on the young man's mind. "Let it out; little one, get it off your chest..." Ian rocked the crying man gently.

Finally, Christian had cried himself out, and he looked up with a sheepish smile on his face. "Thank you, Ian. Will... Will Sean be all right?" He bit his lip nervously.

Ian pondered the question, knowing that Christian wasn't talking about the ceremony. "I'll always be there to look after him, I promise," he replied. "Karl wouldn't have brought him here if there was doubt he'd be happy one day."

"It can't work..." Christian whispered. "We can't give each other what we need and I can't force him to... to..." The tears returned as he hid his face against Ian's chest, "And yet I love him so!"

"And he loves you, too, Christian, never doubt that." Ian sighed and rubbed the other's back. The past week had raised his hopes of integrating Sean into the harem. Although Karl didn't encourage exclusive relationships he'd agreed to let Sean do so with Christian for the time being. Their plan had seemed to be working as the blond had begun to sexually open toward the other harem members as well.

This afternoon had marked great progress when Sean had made love to Viggo after the Dane had introduced Sean to giving head to Christian – a man. And Sean had accepted Hugh's help addressing Christian's needs. Ian's suggestion of finding a resident Dom for Christian so he could stay with Sean had looked more promising than ever.

The confrontation with Pierce had been supposed to bring both Sean and Christian's minds to rest. It would have been the icing on the cake, but now it looked as if that plan had backfired. Ian didn't know if Sean was aware of what had happened beneath the surface, but Christian was.

"You still desire him." Ian made it a statement, not a question.

Christian nodded and shook his head at the same time. "Not him," he said with a voice hoarse from crying, "but what he is. Oh Ian, I don't want to be like this!" He continued to sob softly.

"I know, little one," Ian replied and stroked the dark hair soothingly, "but don't despair. There are other Dominants besides Pierce who can take you down hard and provide for your needs. Karl is already making enquiries to invite someone here for you so you could stay with Sean. And don't you tell me you don't deserve it!" He smiled.

Smiling back under tears, Christian sighed, then yawned; the emotional roller coaster had taken its toll on him. "That would be wonderful," he said softly.

"Leave the worrying to me for tonight. Let's get you ready for bed and I'll bring you Sean later." Ian raised Christian's chin and kissed him. "You can sleep here. A little privacy won't hurt you two tonight."

"You're probably right," Christian smiled and yawned again.

"Then undress, please, so I can remove the hardware." Ian winked as he got up and opened a door to the adjoining room with a bed. "Come, lie down here and let me take care of you."

While Christian took his clothes off, Ian pulled the blanket back from the bed, then he unclipped the weights from the nipple rings and made him lie on his side. Sitting behind Christian, he eased the large butt plug out. Except for a soft whimper the other appeared relaxed.

Wondering for a moment if another climax would bring the young man to sleep, Ian decided against it. Sex would help calm Christian, but Ian wasn't the partner he'd want tonight. "Just the sound now and you'll be ready to sleep." He rolled Christian on his back. This was going to be unpleasant, but only for a moment.

Holding the braced and stiffened cock firmly, Ian first removed the screw through the frenulum, then he grasped the sound and gently coaxed it out. Christian let out a pained moan, but Ian continued to steadily pull the metal rod until it slid free, followed by a gush of pent-up pre-come.

"There you are, all done. Sleep now and you'll wake in Sean's arms." Ian smiled, seeing Christian's eyelids flutter and close before he even finished his sentence. He wrapped the blanket around the still form and left the room.

On his way back to the Sheik's hall, Ian was almost knocked over by Hugo.

"Is the boy all right?" the doctor asked with a frown.

Ian nodded. "He's sleeping."

"Of course, you wouldn't have left him otherwise." Hugo nodded, too. "I was just wondering if you needed help with him."

Snorting, Ian suggested, "Like, administering the largest suppository you could find for a sleeping remedy?"

Hugo grinned. "Would I do that? And what did you do to put him to sleep?" He winked.

The valide shook his head at his old friend. "He was weary from crying, so I just brought him to bed. Trust me, he'll be out until they're done with the proceedings."

"That means you didn't get any relief? Hm, it's a long time since we two played together." Hugo gave Ian a speculative look.

Sighing, the Brit replied, "That's true, unfortunately so, but I'm afraid we'll be missed soon. What about meeting after the ritual? Provided that we have any remaining stamina, of course." He winked.

"Oh, that's unlikely." Hugo smirked.

Ian raised his eyebrows. "Tell me what happened so far."

"They've read the list of Brosnan's transgressions. Since every attendant has had grief with him, he'll be under each of the sheiks tonight. And that doesn't include the punishment for violating the laws of hospitality. I'm sure Karl will think of something nice, although he'll be lenient after Christian and Sean have let Pierce off, and not insist on castration as is the law." Hugo rubbed his hands. "But I'm looking forward to treating a very sore bottom tonight."

"I'm sure Karl wouldn't have emasculated him in any event, but the victims' reaction makes it easier for Karl to reduce the sentence." Although the Sheik supported the old traditions to some extent, Ian and Karl agreed that the penal code was obsolete and barbaric.

"I'd have loved to see the bastard at least be threatened with losing his balls." Hugo's voice was grim.

Frowning, Ian asked, "What got into you tonight? Aren't you supposed to be a compassionate healer?"

"Have you forgotten what it was like to hold the boy down while I cleaned the sand from his infected brand?" Hugo ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "But you're right, of course. If Christian and Sean don't seek vengeance, I shouldn't either. But I'll still enjoy seeing the guy fucked raw."

Ian chuckled. "That last one is a given, considering the nature of the ritual. Come and let's see what you'll have to deal with later!" He slung an arm around the doctor's shoulders and together they returned to the hall.

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