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

Due to the strain on his eyes and the pitiful image the man on the cross presented, Matthew turned his attention back to the man on the table top, now taking his third or fourth cock. He too was crying out, for the guards did not bother with lubrication nor did they appear to care for the man’s comfort or well-being. A burly black guard was plunging his cock into the man’s arsehole with a force that causing the jugs of water placed at intervals along the centre of the table to splash their contents. Then, obviously close to climax, he removed his glistening cock and started jerking off. This time, however, it was not the bound man who was to be the recipient of the guard’s bountiful load. At the point of ejaculation he aimed his cock at the man seated to his left and blew the load over him and the man seated next to him.


Chapter 16