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

Matthew dropped to his knees and leaned in until the Master’s anal hair was tickling his nose. There was a strong musty smell to area, a smell Matthew had always found mildly erotic. As the Master re-established his grip on his arse cheek Matthew stuck his tongue out and in one smooth movement licked the hair-lined crevice from top to bottom. 


Matthew puckered his lips and placed them squarely on the corrugations of the Master’s sphincter. He introduced his tongue to the hole, pushing in until he was able to get a little of the arse lip into his mouth. He sucked it, using his tongue to keep that small fraction of arsehole in his mouth. He closed his mouth around the hole and continued sucking and kissing, poking his tongue into the not-so-tight hole and giving it a small lick. 


Chapter 6