A new erotic fantasy is born…And that’s it. The reader closes the book, thinks “that was weird” and goes about the rest of their day, probably...forgetting about the strange book by the time they get home from the raging dumpster-fire they call a life. But the magic doesn’t just end there; the next time the reader falls asleep they will be thrust into a vivid dreamscape of one of their craziest erotic fantasies come to life.The dreamer will embark upon the kind of worlds you only get to see in. But with a wooden plank nailed to his scrotum, eight nails hammered through his skin, and three needles in the sensitive tip of his cock, he had been thinking where his loyalty to his employer would end. The proverbial end of his needled tether ... He was fed up with being held hostage and chained in this stinking stable, not being able to sleep properly and get rest after a busy day's work on the farm. He felt after some weeks that he had been 'outstretched', literally. With his scrotum, in. "The beginning, and the... umm... trapped air afterwards, I suspect. If you think you really like, it experiment a bit. It's worth a try. But if it hurts too much, don't be crazy. Sometimes I have to use an enema if I plan it ahead. I know it doesn't sound too sexy but if you plan it and nothing has... umm... happened. Well, you know." Thanks for the advice Selena. I know it's uncomfortable to talk about that stuff and I hated to ask. You know, it's all private." Lucy said trying to sidestep. Doris and I planned to pick up on a freezer or three to keep at the Stover's place with some kind of generator backup. It was a cobbled together plan but it was a plan. We could operate better when we knew more.No one was around when we drove up and went inside. Inside, we could tell that a few people had been there from the blank spots where food had been. Whether these people were still alive was conjecture at this point. Charlie and I had guns and Doris had my pistol which she knew how to.