On he goes, plunging through foliage and snags, his virile body perspiring as he endures his awkward flight from his captors. Naturally, his supple brown loincloth, made from the finest tanned goatskin clings to his ample buttocks, hugging his male attributes like a second skin. The soft suede easily absorbs his prolific sweat, and as Rahan lopes through the forest he feels some cooling relief below his waistline as evaporation quickly takes its course and his breechclout dries, but there is another result, this one somewhat less pleasant as the already tight garment begins to dry and contract. Poor Rahan, bound as he is, is unable to "adjust" his skimpy garment and it slips uncomfortably in between his buttocks, chafing his intimate places and squeezing parts of his anatomy that are meant to remain free like the steely grip of a giant serpent!!!



