Marcus opened his eyes and sat bolt upright. He'd been hit by a car! He was sure of it. But... he ran his hands over his body and felt no pain. Nothing broken. Not even a bruise. In fact, his whole body was flawless. Not a scratch. Not so much as a pimple. Not even any body hair. And most alarmingly, no clothes. He covered his privets as best he could, blushing wildly as he looked around the vast empty room.
He was sitting naked on a white marble floor in the middle of some huge, classy banquet hall. Majestic pillars held up a high ceiling all along the hall. Towards the far wall was a set of impressively large double doors, made for a grand entrance.
The right of the hall opened up with great big windows to fabulous privet gardens full of fountains and trees and flowers and even a hedge maze. It was a beautiful summer day with a nearly cloudless sky. Daylight sparkled off the fountain's droplets like fireworks. A defuse warm glow streamed in through the expansive windows.
However, paradoxically, the left side of the hall opened up to another garden shrouded in midnight, and illuminated solely by the cold light of a full moon. Snow lay thick upon the ground and a frozen lake glistened with a sheen of ice. Just looking at the winter landscape made Marcus shiver. This wasn't possible. A winter night on one side and a summer day on the other. What was this place!? It cast the hall to a stark contrast. Welcoming warm glow with beautiful cold blue shadows.
Strange as this was there was no time to marvel and wonder. Marcus had to find some clothes and then someone to explain to him what he was doing here and where this place was. Had that car accident been a dream? It had felt so real.
He tugged at the heavy double doors, but they wouldn't budge. Marcus looked around for another way out, seeing some simpler looking glass doors on either side of the hall that lead out to the gardens. Beyond the gardens was only more mansion or castle or what ever this place was. It seemed to encompass and surround even the huge gardens, making Marcus wonder how massive this place could be. Even stranger was that he couldn't tell what time period this was even supposed to be. Baroque? Renaissance? Gothic? It didn't seem like any of them, thought it was certainly high class. Maybe a modern stile?
However, what sat at the opposite end of the hall dispelled Marcus's initial assumption that this room was a banquet hall. Atop a set of steps sat some sort of a throne. Marcus walked closer to it. The silent room echoing softly with the slap of his bare feet upon the cold stone floor. It seemed to take far too long to get all the way over to the throne. Before he'd reached half way, he heard the creak of the double doors behind him as they opened.
Quickly, Marcus leapt behind a pillar to hide his nudity. This was not the sort of place he wanted to get caught streaking, even if it wasn't his fault. His dick however had a mind of its own, springing to full mast at the thought of being caught and punished. This was no time to be indulging in exhibitionist fantasies.
The echo of boot-steps came walking down the hall in Marcus's general direction. Marcus quietly slid around the pillar to keep it firmly between himself and whoever was walking there. His heard was beating so hard he feared it would be heard. He struggled to keep his breath steady and quiet.
The mysterious stranger passed right by the pillar Marcus was hiding behind. Marcus heard the person open the summer-garden's doors and step outside. A pleasant breeze drifted in and caressed Marcus's naked skin with a passion as if it were alive. Marcus curled his toes, and struggled not to gasp. Why was he so sensitive!?
He risked a glance out at the person who'd just wondered down the stone path outside and saw a rather familiar figure. The back of the head sort of looked like his friend Jack. The person turned his head slightly to look around the garden and Marcus saw his face. It was unmistakably Jake. What the hell was he doing here!?
Jake was supposed to be at the party Marcus had been running over to before the car had hit him. He didn't get it. Though he had a fuzzy memory of hearing Jake's voice shouting just before the car had hit. Trying to warn him. That's right! Someone had grabbed Marcus by the arm just before the accident. Had Jake tried to pull him out of the way? Had any of that actually happened? How could it have if they were both here in one piece? And why was Jake dressed all fancy and wearing a crown?