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

As quietly as his body would allow, Matthew got up from the bed and crept across to the door where both of them had seen a shadow hovering. Slowly Matthew stuck his head out into the corridor and saw three men doing push-ups, but whoever had been eavesdropping on their conversation had disappeared. That didn’t deter Matthew, who had a good idea who the culprit was. He held a finger to his lips and left the room, sneaking towards his own room. He entered to find Anton on his bed, legs spread, finger up his arsehole and hand on his cock. 


Anton gave him no more than a cursory glance before continuing with what he’d been doing. 


“Where’s Marco?” Matthew asked. “Shouldn’t he be doing that for you?”


Anton shot him a dark look and continued pleasuring himself without a single word of response. 


“Did you see who it was?” asked Douglas.


“No, I didn’t, but that doesn’t mean I can’t guess who it was.”


Chapter 18