Time and lust did what I thought early-on would be great male fun, but became the opposite. My donkified existence was a plight of anguished hopes lost as faded, my cock standing erect, while they put, kept me alone in a corral.
All alone and for many months, they kept me close enough to the mares and jennets to smell each when going into heat. I brayed as pleaded to be let go, freed, and pleasure my herd.
The wranglers laughed at me and knew my thoughts.
I turned to masturbating, as some days I did my lusty act nine times, or maybe more.
Corral flies, big black monster flies bit me. My rump, my anus, my sheath, the flies did like as licked, or bit, making my body to itch in places not easily scratched.
A horny bastard wrangler knew what I was before being an animal, and he came often by night to favor my cock with his sensual attentions. He stroked my cock, applied to it a salve made of Glycerin. My cock soaked in the oil, making it soft of skin, supple, and highly sensitive. He worked me to masturbate, as he stroked and mouthing, did suckle, drinking me semen.
As from my treatment by daytime wranglers, and my evening visitor, this jackass donkey stud became worse than horny, I was insane for want of sexual gratification.