Don came to a quick stop as Leslie came flying up onto the catwalk.
"Damn those Hogs are a roudy bunch!" said Leslie as he huffed and puffed for breath.
Don looked down into the deep pen. The sight was more than normal to him a man of experience in such matters. He offered Leslie a comforting smile as he began to explain, "They seem to know what's coming and boars or sows they seek for some sexual pleasures before death!"
"Well maybe but wow do they get rough! See that big one in brown and black patches, he grabbed my leg and had me on the ground in a second. I layed there for a second or two as he walked above me his pecker out and fixing to God knows what?" yelled Leslie still scared and out of breath.
Bleep! Went the walkie talkie on Don's belt.
"Benson here!" he quickly replied.
"Sarah, I have an order for six adult boars for a breeding farm in Souther Wisconsin can we fill it?" asked the young lady from marketing.
Leslie looked up at Don as he peered into the pen below.
"Ya sure we have them I'll send Leslie up to the office for an invoice." said Don as leslie sighed.
"Thanks Don!" said Leslie.
"Don't mention it, now get up to the office and on her invoice is the gate number. I'll shoo the boars out and await your return!' ordered Don.
Leslie watched as Don moved slowly and with great respect for the boars and sows mating in the pen. As he reached the dusty ground he worked his way toward the gate.
One by one either a sow or boar saw Don open the small run gate allowing only boars to exit. The last one out to freedom was the one who tried to rape Leslie. Don clung half up the pen's fence awaiting Leslie as the boars milled about, all except one.
"Well there Patches what's your trouble?" asked Don to the big boar standing just below on the ground.
As the other boars milled in a circle seemly uneasy of the scents about patches layed down and bending his thick neck looked up at Don. Slowly the boar's big cock worked itself out and stretched into a stiff erection. Then rolling side to side the monster cock tossed about making some sensual feeling as Patches began to squeal.
"What's the problem, oh you want to go back to the sows for some fucking good times I bet! Well big boy boar your soon to get your wish and live on a farm making sows very happy." chidded Don to the lust swollen hog.
"Bleep! Gate thirty four, Don where's those damn Hogs!" yelled Adrian , Don's boss.
"Pen lane seven awaiting the invoice!" replied Don.
"Get the lead out and move them down here I got the customer waiting!" yelled back Adrian.
Don jumped down and with his pointed prod began to urge the boars along. Time after time the one he called Patches came around the group to stand before Don. Yet time after time he gave patches a jab making the porker squeal and head off with his companions.
As the boars marched up gate thirty four Don stood and watched. Adrian was busy getting his money as Leslie came running with the invoice.
"Here ya go Don!' said Leslie as he handed the invoice over.
Adrian turned from his sale to give Don a rough shove backwards into the steel pen's fence.
"Damn it man but you are slow and your college Dicheads are all slow too! You continue to work here and there better be some faster service around here or I'll get somebody else, you here me!" yelled Adrian.
Don bowed his haed in humble apology for his slowness knowing the chewing out was all an act for Adrian's customer. As he stepped away with the farmer giving him a ugly look and Adrian beginning to laugh Don saw Patches oggling him too.
Don turned to the big Hog and made a small smirk. "Well Patches your headed to a reprieve and years of fun in the sun!" said Don.
The big hog squealed and oinked as if somehow he understood.
Don laughed and with looking over his shoulder saw the Farmer get into his truck. "Good luck big boy I wish I was one of those going with you!" said Don.
THUD !
"Hey Don!" screamed Leslie as Adrian turned to see as well.
There lay Don face down in the manure laden dust. Slowly his hand moved but as the truck pulled away his body was very still. Adrian called the office to order an ambulance, as Leslie rolled Don over on his back.
Don laid there a wide eyed glare, body rigid, and breathing in short quick breaths.
"He's going into shock!" screamed Leslie as Adrian stepped away from the problem.
Minutes passed, the sound of a coming ambulance made Don's eyes flash about but not a sound did he make. It was as the men jumped out of the ambulance that Don's eyes slid closed.
A Paramedic ripped open Don's shirt and checked for a heart beat. The other poked into Don's arm a lactose drip as he injected something else. Adrian stood and watched from atop the pen catwalk, as Leslie stood watching.
Suddenly the Paramedic sat down and looked up at Leslie as he shook his head suggesting Don had died. "I don't know why, the heart beat was strong and had good rythum? He just seemed scared to death and the heart slowed to a stop." said the man as his buddy began to pack up the equipment.
Meanwhile a screaming boar hog was having his first ride in the rear of a stock truck. The ring on his pinky finger had blessed his wish and a mature man now resided in the body of a Yorkshire boar hog.