Yes

Hilda is about to voice her thoughts, but her words die I her throat as Hunk speaks.

"Alright, you win," he says. "I'll do it, but only after you give her something to wear."

"Mmmm, sorry," Jorella says, "but if I'm going to lose so much money on this deal, I want my prize first." Jorella squeezes her thighs together, these kinds of power plays always made her so wet! "It's either my way, or the highway."

Hunk sighs, and his legs tremble. So its going to be like this, huh? He thinks. "Fine."

He awkwardly sets the barrel down, with him and Hilda still in it, and starts to shimmy his way up and out of it. That proves to be extremely difficult with his stiffy and both women end up with an eyeful before Hunk successfully gets out and can (rather unsuccessfully) cover his member with his hands.

Hilda is dealing with a roller coaster of emotions. Anger, jealousy, lust, helplessness. She feels betrayed by his willingness to go along with Jorella's plot, but at the same time she's humbled by the fact he's willing to debase himself so thoroughly just to help her.

"C-can we do this somewhere a little more... uh... private?" Hunk asks. The man is blushing so intensely, Hilda and Jorella both wonder how he still has enough blood to stay erect (in both meanings). "I don't think I can do it out in the open like this."