A tale of country folk. Part 2.

The door swung open into what looked like it was once a stock room, a single, shaded bulb hung from the ceiling casting a small pool of light beneath it. A firm male voice spoke from the shadows, "stand under the light facing the other door", " take your clothes off ", " spread your legs and put your hands behind your back ". I did as I was told and stood there naked, my feet spread. The night air felt good against my body and my cock started to stir at the thought that this was actually going to happen.
The next thing I felt was a cold pair of handcuffs snap around my wrists followed by a leather hood being pulled over my head. The hood had some form of gag in it that stuck into my mouth holding it open. There appeared to be some form of eye holes but they seemed to be blocked off so I was in darkness. A soft pair of hands touched me next, stroking my growing cock and shaven balls before slipping a cock ring round me, the metal ring was force right down to the base of my cock before the strap was done up tight. The hands returned, one slowly jerking me harder while the other slid between my cheeks to find my willing hole. A good coating of lube saw 1, 2 and then 3 fingers slip easily inside me. The male voice broke the silence, " give him the tablet so he stays hard all night". My head was firmly pulled back and I felt something being forced in my mouth, I had no choice but to swallow. Something was attached to the back of my hood as I heard the door swing open and I was pushed forward into the barn beyond. I stood there naked, bound and hooded, my cock straining against the tight strap and ring, my hole ready to take whatever use was required and my head racing. The noise was deafening and my need to be used overpowering.