They all wore robes in differencing shades of purple, some adorned with lace, some with gold embroidered trim. They all wore intricately designed mask... covering their faces. The group of men and women formed a half circle in front of the two and stood starring at them. King Jake spoke. “Serf Travis, Serf Lizzy, you will now pleasure yourselves to orgasm for the amusement of these members of the Land of Nod.” Travis looked around the gathering of people surrounding them, he usually wasn’t a shy. The fly swatter has left a distinctive pattern, and has drawn beads of blood in places. My anus is wide open, bright red and dripping with the lubricant. For another couple of hours, I remain as people slowly leave. I stay naked. I have pleasant discussions with small groups, or individuals, who want to know how I feel about proceedings. "I love this sort of thing - being totally abandoned, vulnerable and wanton. I realise many people would feel humiliated or degraded. But I don't. I feel. " You look pretty conservative to me. Are you planning something?" Not really." Okay ... what was that DVD? You're not planning anything?" he was very confused."Well, I already did my plan. Now it's just play time."I was having way too much fun with teasing him. I picked up a DVD that I had stashed in the car earlier."What's that?" he asked."Your wedding present. Did you want to see it now?" Oh really?" he realized what was going on and got very excited again. "What's it of?" A little bit of. I needed to just let go. There was nothing there on the other side of death but the absorption of my body into the pressure of earth. Maybe one day, like dinosaurs of old, I would become oil trapped in a layer of shale, pumped out to fuel a car or its equivalent eighty million years from now. Memory. Life. Family. Friends. Lovers. It all faded into that inky blackness as the pressure on my chest drove me into the ground and into oblivion.I woke, feeling air rushing into my lungs as I gasped..