The rain wouldn't let up. Three days and nights it had been constantly drizzling, with the occasional downpour, and the ground was now spongy and slick. Leaves and debris mixed with moss on the forest floor became a sludgy mess, the trail now a quagmire of muck and puddles, and Darren was soaked through to the bone.
His quad was buried in the mud, over three miles off the main trail, and it had taken him almost eight hours to traverse the swampy bush back to the trail. His mud-covered boots and soaking wet clothes weighed him down and he was exhausted and hungry as the night began to close in. A quick search found a reasonably dry area under the limbs of a few trees on the ridge above the trail, and in his backpack found the lighter and candles. He found some dry bark on the underside of the branches and broke a few dead branches off of a nearby tree, enough to start a fire.
The small fire was enough to help him stop shaking and soon his pants and the arms of his coat were steaming as they started to dry out a little. He took off his shirt, rung it out, and hung it in the branches above the fire in the hopes it would dry out. The t-shirt in his backpack was damp, but he felt better once he put it on, and sat next to the small fire to eat half of his last granola bar and rest.
He woke with a start, jolted from his exhausted sleep by his head touching the ground as he slumped forward. After shaking his head a few times to clear the confusion, he poked and prodded the smouldering fire, eventually bringing it to flame again. He stood up and stretched, pulled on his coat, and searched for more dry branches.
He spotted another dead tree and stepped out into the drizzle, making his way through the brush and slick muck of the forest floor. A few tugs and one branch snapped off, followed by a few smaller pieces, and he gathered them up and dropped them by the fire. He returned to the tree and tried another branch, failing backwards as it broke off with a hard pull, and hit his head on something hard.
Lying dazed in the wet muck, he heard a noise to his left and turned his head. Something moved in the muck, seemingly rolling towards him slowly, and he strained to see what it was. Two round globes came into focus, the size of basketballs, with a thick rope-like tether attaching them together. The globes spun and twisted in the muck, coming to rest next to him, one at his feet and the other at his head.
The tether slipped underneath him, pushing through the muck under his waist, and wrapped around him before slipping under again. The globe at his feet began to spin and the tether tightened around him like a twisting elastic band, gripping tightly around his torso. He felt himself turning over, his body being rolled through the churning muck as the globe spun and the tether wrapped around him, spinning him like a chicken on a rotisserie.
The second globe began to move and Darren was now being propelled along the ground, rolling and twisting with the globes as they dragged him between the trees. He quickly passed out.
Darren felt cold and wet when he came to, opening his eyes slowly. He was on his back, and his body ached all over. He lifted his head, a dull thumping pounding in his temples, and looked down at himself. His clothes were in tatters, just a few pieces of cloth clinging to his skin, and he was slathered in mud. He lay his head back down to lessen the thumping and slowly looked around, trying to assess where he was, and concluded it was a cavern of some sort. The stone was dark and jagged in places, the ceiling above somewhat smooth, and the little light coming in seemed to be from around the corner to his left. When he went to roll onto his side he found he couldn't move, and realized he was anchored in place with some kind of restraints. His fingers and toes moved, and he could bend his legs and arms slightly, but rolling over or sitting up was not possible. He lay his head back, hearing shuffling sounds, and turned his face towards the light.
The shuffling noises grew louder and the globes appeared, moving in tandem with the tether dragging behind. He blinked a few times, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him, and realized that it was not. The globes came to a stop next to him, one rolling onto his chest. There was little weight to it as it settled onto him, and he lifted his head to look closer. It was dark in color, green he decided, with a smooth texture covered with woven rope-like vines like the tether. It felt warm on his skin, and it slowly rolled towards his face. He lay his head back, scared and confused, and closed his eyes as it touched his chin.
It rolled on top of his chin and paused. He opened one eye and watched as the skin parted and opened up, revealing an opening that looked like a vagina, with cream-colored folds and a reddish center. The opening glistened and he felt warm droplets fall on his lips. Without thinking he licked his lips, his thirst controlling his behavior, and the sticky fluid had a sweet, citrusy taste. The globe rolled and the wet opening covered his mouth, sweet, sticky fluids running over his lips. He opened them slightly and took it in, swallowing quickly, finding his thirst quenched. The globe moved away slightly and he lapped at it, raising his head to reach it, until it slowly closed up. He licked his lips and lay his head down, feeling warmer, and the globe rolled down his body.
The second globe moved to his feet, the tether wrapping around his ankle and pulling his leg to one side, then moved to the other and did the same. The globe rolled between his legs, resting between his thighs, and he felt the tether moving over his crotch. In moments he was erect, his cock responding to the tether's gentle manipulations, and he felt the warmth flowing through his crotch. The globe on his belly opened up before spinning around, rolled itself onto his erect member, and took his cock inside.