Into Another World - Sean's Story 30

Into Another World - Sean's Story

Part 30

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

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When Ian and Hugo re-entered the hall, Sean let out a relieved sigh. After Ian had left with Christian, he'd felt alone and exposed in the hall with the other sheiks and – Pierce. Of course, he was also worried for Christian but he trusted the older Brit to care for his lover. Probably better than he himself could. Dismissing the thought, Sean gave the valide and the doctor an insecure smile.

The furniture in the hall had been re-arranged while Ian had been looking after Christian. Instead of sitting around the horse-shoe-shaped table the men stood aside while another, large, round table was brought in and placed in the centre of the hall. Ian looked at Sean and raised his eyebrows.

"It's a gift from Brosnan to Karl," Sean whispered, "a turntable. As far as I can understand, Brosnan will be on it and..." he swallowed, "well..."

Ian chuckled. He'd described the ritual earlier, but apparently it had only sunk into his student's brain just now that this was really going to happen. He pondered the table. It looked sturdy, probably made from oak, and similar to a turntable he'd expect in an Asian-style restaurant, only larger.

Putting a hand on Sean's arm, Ian replied, "Don't worry. Although you're encouraged to participate nobody will force you or give you funny looks if you don't." After a sly look in the doctor's direction he added, "I think I might pass on it today, and Hugo will have his chance after the ceremony when he'll perform a thorough medical exam on Brosnan."

"Well, I sure plan to rip the bastard a second arsehole," Hugo muttered softly, "unless one of the others does it for me."

They were interrupted by Karl raising his arms, and the sheiks gathered to sit around the newly-arranged table. Meanwhile, Hugh had helped Brosnan kneel on it, then stood back.

"Go, join them," Ian whispered and nudged Sean's shoulder, "you're part of the gathering."

Staggering forward, Sean frowned at the valide.

"I really am content to watch – and keep an eye on Hugo," Ian replied with a smile. "We've other plans for tonight," he added with a smirk and slapped the doctor's backside lightly.

Hugo's grim expression softened. "Don't keep Karl waiting, Sean," he said. "We're here if you need us."

His heart beating fast, Sean bit his lip nervously and took his place at the round table.

All eyes were on Karl and Pierce. "Are you ready to submit to me as the Sovereign of the realm?" Karl asked softly.

"Yes, I am," Brosnan replied.

Karl nodded. There had been enough surprises earlier when Pierce had broken the ritual to ask Sean and Christian for forgiveness. Seeing that the man truly regretted what he'd done, Karl had tolerated the breach of protocol. From now on, however, they'd follow the rules.

As leader of the Sheiks gathering it was Karl's right and duty to open the penal procedure. The ritual coitus was a sign of Pierce's submission to him and the brotherhood. The other sheiks would follow suit although variants of the sexual act involving any kind of punishment were also allowed, and the denial of release went without saying.

"Get on all fours. Move your arse to the edge. Squat lower so I can take you." Karl's voice was calm. He wondered if Pierce had ever been fucked by another man. In interviews, Brosnan had always been boisterous about his sexual prowess but he'd skirted the question as to whether he'd ever bottomed. Well, it wasn't Karl's problem. Hugh had made Pierce wear a large butt plug for the whole day prior to the ritual, then greased him up, and that would have to suffice.

Moving closer to the table, Karl pressed Brosnan's back down so he was laid out in a frog-like position. Then he pulled the man's nether cheeks apart and pressed his cock inside with a solid thrust.

Other than a gasp from Pierce the room was silent as Karl set up a hard and fast pace. The table had the perfect height for him. Of course, the posture was uncomfortable for the man on it, but that was the point. Pierce was slick and tight and soon Karl's thrusts turned faster and he spilled himself into Brosnan with a satisfied grunt.

Urban pulled out and faced the other sheiks, proclaiming, "It is accomplished." He looked at each of them until his eyes rested on Sean who'd watched the procedure with a mixture of awe and discomfort. The bulge under the blond's robe showed clearly.

Smiling, Karl touched the Brit's arm. "Sean. Come, my friend, and conclude your unfinished business with our neighbour."

Sean's jaw dropped. Surely Karl didn't expect him to...? Biting his lip, Sean felt the eyes of everyone except Brosnan on him. He had to admit that watching Karl fuck Pierce had sent his blood down to his groin, but it was a long step from there to actually following the Sheik's example. However, there didn't seem to be another way out without losing face. Despite what Ian said to him earlier the blond felt the urge to demonstrate his masculinity in this gathering of alpha-males. He knew it was irrational, but...

Gritting his teeth, Sean opened his robe and approached the table, not sure how to do this. While Hugh coated his erection with oil, Karl whispered into his ear, "Think of Christian."

Later, Sean couldn't say what exactly Karl had meant – was he supposed to imagine making love to Christian instead of having Brosnan under him? Or to take revenge for his ill-treated lover? Whatever the Sheik's intention had been, Sean felt red-hot rage well up inside him. He rammed himself inside Pierce as hard as he could, hoping to hurt him and force him to pay for making Christian suffer.

Ah, it felt so good to rut away and pour all his hatred into the rough fucking! When Pierce winced and tried to change his position to relieve the pressure on his knees, Sean slapped his arse and forced him back down. Knowing that Brosnan was not enjoying this was deeply satisfying and brought the blond even closer to his release. Not sure how long he'd been going, Sean's head suddenly fell back and he slammed into Pierce one, two, three more times, then yelled his climax.

His senses returned slowly, and Sean pulled out with a groan, blushing fiercely when he realised that he'd been sliding in Karl's juices mingled with his own. He looked up in embarrassment – and was surprised to see the approval and admiration on the other sheiks' faces.

"Well done, lad." Ian took Sean's arm and made him sit. "Now relax. You've played your part; it's their call now."

Nodding while he still fought for breath, Sean agreed that relaxing was a good idea. He sat back in his chair while Karl turned the table until Pierce's exposed arse was directed at Sheik Holloway.

"Josh. Come and settle your disputes with our neighbour." Karl's voice sounded austere and official.

Holloway, a big man with dirt-blonde hair and blazing green eyes, stood and scowled at Pierce. Then he held out his arm and Hugh handed him something that looked like a riding crop. Swinging the crop through the air produced a sound that made Sean flinch, but apparently the Sheik was satisfied. He brought it down hard on Brosnan's backside and they all watched a thin red line rise on the abused cheek. Another strike painted a second line, and after he'd laid an exact pattern of parallel lines on Pierce's arse, Holloway changed directions and created a criss-cross of welts.

Brosnan hadn't made a sound so far, and Sean couldn't help being impressed. That had to hurt! Then again, Pierce was a bastard who really deserved it.

Finally, Holloway stopped and told Pierce to turn around and kneel. Sean watched with fascination as Holloway calmly parted his robe, pulled his cock out, and started stroking himself. A minute later, he spurted long gushes of seed onto the table in front of Pierce. "Lick it up."

Keeping his hands clasped behind his back, Pierce bent forward and cleaned Holloway's come from the table with his tongue. He still didn't utter a sound, but the reddened face betrayed his humiliation.

"Our disputes are settled." Holloway returned to his seat.

"So be it," Karl intoned solemnly and turned the table again. This time it stopped in front of Sheik Lindsay. "Robert. Come and settle your disputes with our neighbour."

This was the man Sean had initially taken for Pierce. Taking a closer look at him, the blond noticed that there was indeed a similarity although the Sheik appeared older and more bulky than Brosnan. Both, however, had dark hair and a curve of their mouths that gave them a slightly cruel appearance.

Lindsay stepped onto the table and threw his robe off. Clad only in black leather boots he ordered casually, "Lick them clean, boy." Brosnan hurried to kneel down and began to work Lindsay's boots with his tongue.

Glancing at the thick dust and sand layer on the boots, Sean shuddered. Nothing and nobody could have made him do that! Pierce really had to feel sorry for the trouble he'd caused his neighbours to submit to that amount of humiliation!

For some time, only the slurping noises Pierce made could be heard in the hall. Sean was beginning to wish he hadn't come here. There were still two sheiks left to administer punishment. What would they do? He'd assumed that Brosnan would be let off with a spanking, but now he had to admit that he'd no idea what else might happen. Sean felt decidedly ill at ease at the prospect of what might be in store for Pierce. He wasn't sure he really wanted to find out, but he was trapped in the hall. Sighing, Sean resigned himself to sit the ritual out.

Finally, Sheik Lindsay spoke up. "That's good enough. You must be be thirsty after swallowing all that dust. Suck me off."

Pierce pulled himself upright on his knees and approached Lindsay's cock with his mouth.

"Sort of now-ish, please if it suits you." Lindsay's voice was oozing sarcasm. He grabbed Pierce by his hair and pulled him closer. Brosnan hurried to wrap his lips around Lindsay's thick organ and began to suck on it. Apparently, it wasn't good enough, though, as Lindsay pushed his cock deep into Pierce's throat, making him cough and sputter.

"Look at this boy, gives a nice shoe-shine but other than that there's a lot to be desired here." Pulling Pierce away he watched him gasp for breath. "Pathetic." He shook his head and sighed. "Worse than useless. Listen closely, boy. I'm gonna fuck your face whether you like it or not. Now open up and do as you're told."

He shoved his cock into Pierce's mouth again and fucked him hard, ignoring the choked noises. Tears streamed down Pierce's cheeks as he tried to breathe while Lindsay forced his cock relentlessly down his throat.

It didn't last long, however, until Brosnan's eyes bulged and Lindsay came with a loud grunt. He gave Pierce's hair another hard tug and then stepped from the table without a further look at the coughing man.

"Our disputes are settled." Lindsay returned to his seat.

"So be it." Karl turned the table to Sheik Byrne. "Gabriel. Come and settle your disputes with our neighbour."

Sheik Byrne's expression didn't change when he got up and addressed Pierce evenly, "In earlier times, violating the law of hospitality would have cost you your balls. My esteemed friend Urban has decided to commute the sentence, but I'll give you something to remember the day you were almost emasculated. Lay on your back and open your legs."

While Pierce hurried to obey, Sean scrutinised the other Sheik. Byrne was a slender, swarthy man with fierce and dark eyes. He looked dangerous and Sean found his impression confirmed when Byrne drew a knife from his robe. The blond gasped in shock. According to what he'd just said, Byrne didn't plan to cut Pierce's balls off, but what was he going to use the knife for?

Sean didn't have to wait long to find out. Byrne leaned forward and began to draw the knife lightly over Pierce's chest, down to his abdomen, and up again. He circled the dark nipples with it, then set the blade against one of them. A closer look at Pierce revealed that he was still hard. Sean's eyes bulged. How was that possible when he was facing... whatever it was that Byrne had in mind? The other sheiks did not react and Sean looked towards Ian, pleading for a cue. The older Brit shook his head almost imperceptibly; however, Sean was far from reassured.

Holding his breath when the knife nudged the stiff bud, Sean realised that it had to be the blunt side of the blade. He saw his own concern mirrored in Brosnan's eyes. For the first time since the beginning of the punishment, the stoic expression on Pierce's face began to waver. Not that Sean could blame him for that – particularly now that Byrne trailed the knife downward.

Pierce's erection didn't fade when the tip of the knife drew light scratches on his abdomen. The skin reddened where the knife had traced along although it hadn't drawn blood. When the blade approached his cock, Sean could see the tension in the Pierce's body and he smelled the man's fear. Suddenly, he was glad that Pierce had not been condemned to castration. Regardless of what Pierce had done, Sean didn't wish that fate on anyone.

Byrne reached out for Pierce's balls and pulled them towards him, drawing the skin tight. It was only now that Sean realised consciously that Pierce had been shaved prior to the ritual. When Byrne drew the knife across the taut skin of Pierce's sac, a red line with tiny droplets of blood appeared. Sheik Byrne's facial expression didn't waver, but the man at his mercy couldn't stifle a pained gasp.

"Now, this is where the executioner would make his cut," Byrne said softly and placed the knife under the sac with the blade facing upward. Pierce stiffened and groaned as Byrne made a cut on the underside.

"But you wouldn't see a scar beneath your bollocks, so I'll have this one serve as a reminder instead." Byrne cut another line across Pierce's balls, a little deeper this time and Pierce's hands balled into fists while he tried to suppress a choked cry.

"It hurts. Good. Think of the pain each time you wash and see the scar, and remember what you've done to others to deserve this." Byrne stood back and faced the audience. "Our disputes are settled."

Sheik Urban stood and nodded, then turned the table towards the last remaining person, Sheik McDormand. " Frances. Come and settle your disputes with our neighbour."

While McDormand got up, Karl whispered to Sean, "Breathe. He wouldn't have hurt Pierce for real."

Swallowing hard, Sean willed himself to relax. He trusted Karl that the Sheiks wouldn't permanently cripple Brosnan, but...

The blond's jaw dropped when McDormand shed her robe. She's a fucking chick! His mind reeled and he was about to open his mouth in disbelief when a hand on his arm stopped him just in time. He turned to see Ian chuckle. "Watch and learn," the old valide said, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

Sean couldn't stop staring at McDormand. How could he have failed to notice that she was a woman? She wasn't butch or anything; it must have been his preoccupation with the goings-on, and, of course, he wouldn't expect a woman to be part of this, but... Barely noticing her breasts or other features, Sean's eyes were suddenly drawn to her crotch where a device was fastened to her body...

"It's a strap-on, a harness with a dildo designed so that a woman can penetrate her partner," Ian interrupted Sean's thoughts.

His mouth suddenly dry, Sean watched helplessly as the woman drizzled a teaspoon full of oil on the dildo, then spread it with her hand. The gesture looked obscene due to the sheer casualness on McDormand's face as she did it; she looked almost bored. "Get on your hands and knees," she told Brosnan with a dispassionate voice.

After having coated the phallus she squeezed its base and a small burst of white liquid spurted out. McDormand gave a satisfied nod, then stepped behind Pierce who was crouching on all fours on the table. Spreading his cheeks unceremoniously, she shoved the dildo inside him.

Pierce's gasp was mirrored by Sean. Despite everything he'd witnessed at the oasis so far he couldn't believe this was really happening. A man fucked by a woman! He swallowed nervously while McDormand rode Pierce hard.

What was she gaining from fucking a man? Watching her face, Sean could see McDormand's head thrown back in ecstasy, but he still didn't get it.

Ian leaned closer again. "Many strap-ons feature a double dildo so she can have one inside herself at the same time. Go ask her when the show is over." He gave Sean a conspiratorial wink.

Ask her?! Horrified by the thought that Ian had read him so easily, Sean decided that he really didn't want to know. He'd had as much as he could stomach in one day – not to mention the earlier encounter with Hugh and Christian, then being with Christian and Viggo...

The blond suddenly felt tired and relieved that McDormand was the last on the list. Hopefully this would be over soon and he could return to his lover.

Following Ian's instructions he continued to watch. After a few minutes, McDormand groaned loudly and pressed on the dildo again, whereupon Pierce, too, groaned, although he wasn't coming. Sean's eyes widened when she pulled out and a large amount of white liquid welled out of Pierce's arse and ran down his thighs. Apparently, she'd pumped him full of whatever the stuff was, but Sean didn't want to know the details here, either.

"Our disputes are settled," McDormand said and reached for her robe.

"So be it," Karl replied. Before he could continue, Hugo raised his hand and Karl nodded at him.

"Tell me, lass, how much did you load him up with?" The doctor asked with keen eyes.

Facing Hugo, McDormand said with a shrug, "A quart, give or take."

Frowning lightly, Karl addressed Hugo, "We haven't finished with the agenda yet. Will he be able to sit still and listen with a quart of liquid inside him?"

Smiling widely, the doctor nodded with enthusiasm. "No problem, I gave him an enema before bringing him in. He'll be leaking Frances' concoction, but he's clean." Hugo smirked and Sean shuddered.

Karl narrowed his eyes, then addressed the audience again. "Our disputes with Pierce Brosnan are now settled. Stand, Pierce, and step down from the table to take your place as one of us." He extended his hand toward Pierce and led him to the seat next to his own where Hugh was already holding out a robe.

"My friends, let us stand, too, and welcome our neighbour and fellow Sheik Pierce." Karl inclined his head as the gathering rose. One after the other, the Sheiks bowed formally and acknowledged Pierce as member of their circle.

Brosnan had dressed meanwhile and bowed, too, first to Karl, then to the others including Sean.

Was that it, then, finally? The blond hoped fervently that the procedure was over and he sighed with relief when he saw Urban smile.

"Come then, and let's honour our new member with a meal," Karl announced and the group around the table began to disperse.

Wondering if he could excuse himself, Sean turned to look for Ian. He found the valide approach Karl together with the doctor. Hesitating, Sean watched them discuss for a moment, then Urban touched Ian's arm and left the group.

"Sean, my dear friend," Karl slung his arm around the blond's shoulders, "Ian suggested that you might want to go see Christian now rather than participating in the feast?"

Relieved that he wouldn't have to stay, Sean nodded.

"Ian has set Christian up in the guest quarters," Karl continued. "I'll bring you to him. I can't be long, but there's something I want to tell you." He smiled. "I'm very impressed with the way you've handled yourself today and this evening. I must admit I was skeptical when Ian suggested having and Christian take part in the ritual, but he was right, as usual." Karl chuckled.

"You've made good progress, Sean, and I'm very proud of you." Karl gestured to a door at the end of the corridor. "You will find Christian here. I wish you two a peaceful night. Sleep well because tomorrow is your great day, Sean."

Karl cupped the blond's chin in his hand and raised it, whispering. "Tomorrow, I'll make you mine." He turned and left the dumb-struck Sean standing in the corridor.

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