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

“Do you know where the Forbidden Doors are?” he asked.


“Tryin’ to suck cock here,” Douglas said removing the swollen prick from his mouth for the few seconds it took to draw Matthew’s attention to the fact.


“But do you? Do you know where they are?”


“Somewhere on the other side of the Great Hall. But forget about it. You’ll never even get close to them. Now if ya’ve finished…” His lips slipped over Matthew’s cockhead and continued down the length of his shaft.


Chapter 8