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 couldn’t seem to lift his head from the pillow. 


“Don’t worry about it,” he said, groggily. “We all have bad days.”


Anton stood up, his cock thick and hard. Without any hint of self-consciousness he stretched his arms out wide and arched his back, thrusting his erection in Matthew’s direction.


“I wasn’t really having a bad day,” he said after finishing a yawn. “The guy that used to be in here, before you, was…” He scratched his pubes while searching for the right words. “…we were lovers. They took him away. It was just a shock they replaced him so quickly.”


Matthew found that the information woke him up completely.


“How the hell should I know?” he snapped, then more civilly. “Sooner or later we all go.”


Matthew had questions by the dozen, but for now, he’d hold his tongue. It was obvious the subject of where people go when they disappear was too close to the bone for Anton. He would wait instead until he saw Douglas again.


Chapter 10