The barn is warm, a heated breeze blowing in through the open double doors doing little to dispel the stifling atmosphere. Flies buzz. Out side, the noon sun is beating down mercilessly, its light shining contrasting with the dimness inside.
The man looks very different from the way he did hiking up the mountain. He is still wearing his wool socks, but the rest of his clothes are gone. His upper body is cross-crossed with thin leather straps that resemble a harness. Tiny silver studs shine against the black leather at junctions as the straps run behind his neck in a halter-top fashion and circle the man's muscular, hairy chest. His arms are trapped tight against his back, wrist to elbow in a tight tie that renders the powerful limbs useless. Two thin straps angle across the man's hairy, flat abdomen and disappear between his legs either side of his package, only to re-emerge framing his powerful buttocks.
The man is sitting on his ass dejectedly in a pool of glistening lube. It seems the entire floor of the stall is drenched in it, rendering the incredibly smooth floor impossibly slick. His chest, stomach and leg hair is slicked with a mixture of his own sweat and lube. His impressive, thick daddy-cock is hard, laying on the floor between his splayed legs. Lube glints on the veins and smooth skin of the impressive piece of meat even as it twitches up and then drops back into the wet mess of lube on the floor.
The first thing he remembers after waking up is the site of several men standing over him. The struggle against his bonds, his legs roughly spread wide and up and the sharp, painful pang of penetration followed by the horrid, slippery, sliding sensation as the cruelly curved wooden dildo, generously greased, was pushed deep into his bowels and secured by the leather straps running between his legs. Its round base even now took most of his weight as it pushed into him, creating a pressure that couldn't be ignored as the curve of the wooden peg brought it to rest against his prostate and bladder.
When the men, after covering his eyes with a thick leather blindfold and dumping several buckets of lube on him, and on the floor, he tried to get up. His head still hazy, he struggled valiantly, but socked feet could find no grip at all on the slick floor and he kept falling. he grunted in his confused panic, aware of the uncomfortable stretching in his ass, his only thoughts to get up, to get that thing out of him, get the blindfold off! The deep pressure inside him built alarmingly each time he got his legs under his ass in a deep squat, or got up on one knee. Slipping and sliding all over the place like a newborn fawn he never got further than that. Trying and failing again and again as his panic and the pressure inside his ass both grew. Falling back was the worst as every time his abs tensed, as well as any time he tried to heave himself up to his knees, the intruder inside him made its self known. The sensation like needing to pee was alarming and he would cry out and pull his legs up to relieve the pressure before rolling on his side and trying again.
He didn't know when his cock got hard, but it did. There was nothing sexual about the situation to him, but slipping around, his legs sliding out of him, he became aware of his dick swinging in the air in front of him and slapping against his thigh on occasion. Every time he fell flat on his ass, the base of the dildo was slammed up into him and he cried out in pain, the spasm in his bowel feeling like it would should up past his diaphragm. Every time he got part way up, panting, legs splayed, straining, his abs tight, he would be reminded of the feeling he got climbing the rope in gym class; a painful yet somehow pleasant need to urinate that seemed to come from the deepest center of his pelvis. Any time he got near a wall, trying to prop himself against it, his legs would skid out from under him leading to another painful fall. He growled in frustration, legs scrambling in the lube in front of him as he fought the pressure in his ass.
He sat on the floor, breathing hard, taking a pause from the futile struggle to get his lube-slicked body off the ground when he heard the footsteps of the master walk in.