Kidnapped!

Grimm was in a deep sleep. Really deep. The big bull slept through the rest of the day, longer than he intended. His loud snores echoed over the hills and valleys of the countryside, and if anyone lived nearby they would doubtless tell tall tales of a mysterious beast inhabiting their land. Neither turning nor tossing in the grass -- he hadn't even bothered to move to his bedroll -- and totally nude, Grimm was more **** than he'd been in a long time.

He usually dreamed he was fighting, or reveling, or fucking, but not this time. Today, Grimm dreamed of a vast, white ocean. Tranquil, seemingly endless, the ocean's waves enveloped him, warmed him. Grimm's dream-self opened his mouth, tasted the water, and discovered it was not water at all.

It was milk. An endless ocean of milk.

Grimm's dream-self swam to the surface of the ocean to see if there was any land in sight. There was none. He drifted on waves of cream. The gentle rocking relaxed him, and he soon realized he was hard, maybe harder than he'd ever been in the waking world. Grimm thought he could drift here forever. But he wondered where it all came from.

There was noise -- real noise in the real world. Grimm stirred, and immediately felt pushback. Someone or something had bound him, but they hadn't done a very good job. Normally his eyes would immediately open and scan the area for danger, but his sleep had been too deep. He'd been too content, too comfortable, and it felt like his body was resisting his efforts to fully awaken.

He was still nude. He felt the cool breeze brush against his tight buttocks, against his taut thighs and arms; it wafted over his exposed cock, making it bristle with anticipation.

He could also tell that he was off the ground. Something gently swayed beneath him, probably a net or hammock. He was being carried.

Kidnapped!