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

“What’s going on?” asked Matthew. 


He was just about to go and find out when a tall, muscular figure appeared at the door, almost filling the entire space. It was Kell.


Matthew looked back at Douglas, who was looking as terrified as he felt. 


“You!” said Kell, thrusting a finger in Matthew’s direction. “Come here.”


It was fortunate Matthew had just evacuated his bowels for the serious tone and stern expression on Kell’s face were enough to scare the stuffing out of even the bravest of souls. He approached Kell with is head slightly bowed. When he was barely a metre away, he stopped.


Chapter 11