As I've done several nights before, I step to the large window and lean on the sill, gazing out over my surroundings from up high in this tower. It's trees. Lots, and lots, and lots of trees, as far as the eye can see, with only the starlit night sky giving some variety to the scene. How many times have I thought these thoughts? I do not believe I've kept count—of course, I could have kept track with some sort of tally just how long I've been kept prisoner in this tower, and yet, I had these niggling thoughts that doing so would eventually just depress me, so I didn't. And honestly, now that I've well and truly lost track whether it's been weeks or months, I get the impression that that was correct.

So it's been an unknown amount of time since I was kidnapped in the middle of the night, stolen directly from my bed for some unknown reason and incapacitated with a spell before eventually waking up here. I have no idea who arranged this, for what purpose, or how long I'll be locked up here. As far as I can tell, this tower is completely deserted, and in the time I've been here so far, I have not interacted with any other living being. Any necessities I might have are instead taken care of magically. Meals simply appear at the dining table in regular intervals, the room is magically cleaned whenever I sleep, discarded clothing is cleaned and packed away... whatever I could need is somehow made reality. There is even a large bookshelf that regularly swaps out its assortment and a magical chessboard that has pieces move as if by dragged by some ghostly hand when I start playing.

By all accounts, if it weren't for this uncertainty as to how long I'm locked up here, the stay would be downright pleasant. Instead, there's a lot of tension building up inside of me at all times, and not a lot of opportunity to blow that tension off. So I've ended up gravitating towards a certain option that is still available to me, and I think it's about time for me to do that again. I step away from the window and head back to the bed, casting off my tunic and finery. Yes, being all alone does have some benefits, and while I'm stuck here, I might as well take advantage of it, right?

Then, I pull off my silken trousers, leaving me only in satin undergarments as I lay down on the bed. I close my eyes, and once more let myself drift off from my isolated reality into the realm of fantasy. My thoughts turn to the day that I would be rescued... and more importantly, who would be doing the rescuing. Oh, who could it be that would eventually save me? Perhaps it would be the greatest, most valiant knight of the realm, a strong man that could vanquish all evil with his mighty sword. Why, I would be so grateful to be rescued, and I'd be sure that he must be so exhausted from all the hard work he had to do to get to this point, I'd just have to offer him a massage... or maybe a bath together? I can already picture myself helping him out of his armor, bit by bit revealing the masculine body underneath, it would be wonderful.

My hands wander along my bare body, toying with my nipples as my imagination runs wild. Who else could my hero be? Perhaps a noble captain of the guard, a slim, graceful young man fighting not with strength, but with speed and finesse. When he would finally ascend the stairs of this tower, freeing me from my prison, I imagine he would first embrace me, holding me in his graceful arms to calm my beating heart, unaware that his beauty would only cause it to beat even stronger. And in the heat of the moment, I would sneak a kiss, a little peck of gratitude. I would blush mightily, embarrassed at this uncouth behavior, but he would simply laugh and return the affection.

Oh... when did my undergarments slip off my body? I didn't even notice that happening. Well, I suppose this is only natural... so let me just move my fingers a bit lower... oh, yes, that is nice. I can practically feel my manhood slowly growing hard from the sheer excitement. Hm, who else could be my savior? Perhaps it could even be a simple farmer, seeking to save the prince of his country purely out of a sense of duty. While he would have a rugged, rough exterior, surely his spirit would be caring, and I could reward him by making him a personal attendant of mine back at court. Of course, he would see to my every need, even the more intimate ones... nobility and the common man intersecting in more ways than one. How wonderful that would be.