Matthew is not a happy man. On the eve of his 40th birthday, he stands naked before a full-length mirror and assesses what he sees reflected within. Sure, his body is toned and well-maintained. His job is physical and defined muscles are a result of the manual labour. He is handsome. But what good are these things when they house an empty heart? The most upsetting thought is that the older he gets, the less chance he has of ever finding someone to fill that void.<br><br>He runs into the night, fuelled by negative thoughts and looking to end his loneliness -- permanently. But he trips and falls. There is an explosion of pain and then ... nothing.<br><br>He wakes in a place he doesn’t recognize. He lays chained to a bed, in a prison of gray stone patrolled by heavily muscled guards. He is Nowhere, a mysterious place of erotic fantasy.

Nowhere

“Absolutely not,” said Matthew taking hold of blond man by the wrist.


The blond attendant looked shocked. His eyes immediately went to Kell, who flicked a dollop of cum from his hand and started walking towards Matthew.


“Please,” said Matthew, raising an arm to block what he suspected was going to be another backhander. “I beg you. My hair. Please, let me keep my hair.”


“No,” he replied simply. “Get rid of it.”


Kell raised his hand again, though he didn’t strike.


“Are you the type of person who has to learn everything the hard way?”


Matthew shook his head forlornly and Kell gestured for the blond man to recommence shaving his head


Chapter 5