"Rude, ha! Let me tell you I know that any card game or trick in as crooked as a dog's hind leg!" you grumble and turn to walk away.
"I offered you something in open good faith, you dare to call me a crook!" says the ole man, his eyebrows angled down into a scowling face.
"CROOKED AS A DOG'S HIND LEG!" you yell out and before walking into the crowd, you point at him to let all around know what of who you think is a crook.
Now the man stands with chin tucked to his chest, forehead wrinkled, eyes in a cold dark stare at you. The cards have fallen to the ground and his hands are clenched fists of insult.
"Crooked speaks as crooked is, as you shall walk the earth, a friend of men, a guard, a servant, willing and horny as the Devil himself, yours is a lust for life felt from between your hind legs!" taunts the man back to you.
A single one finger salute is your reply and off into the crowd do you walk, trying hard to forget the con-artist and his five dumb cards.
The rides now just don't seem to appeal to you the scene with the crooked ole' man has your mind twisted, and the longing for fun all but gone. You walk about feeling a longing for of all things the pleasures of the fairer sex, to spend time with a female.
You see people you know in the crowd and they are exceptionally friendly to you. The ladies all come a cup your chin with their hands and kiss the top of your forehead. The men shake your hand and slap your shoulder as if to congratulate you on having done something well.
An ego builder and with that on the grow so also is you want for that pleasuring of a female.
Hey you, buddy, come here and watch over my kids as I got'a go take a leak!" beckons one big fat man as he stands surrounded by five chubby brats.
Wodering to why you so quickly agreed to do as requested, you didn't know the man and looking at his kids a passing thought suggests they might be fun to be near.
The guy must of had some flood to do or he was thinking of leaving the kids to you as a present, but at long last he comes back. By the time he does your on all fours granting rides to the kids and getting your trousers just filthy.
The man thanks you with another hard slap to your shoulder and gathering his kids walks off without even a friendly how-do-you-do!
Tired a little, thirsty, and still that haggered longing to find and pleasure some female you walk away from the lights and hucksters. Down past and between the tents and trailers your building desire is to find dark sensations.
"What you looking for their buddy?" asked a sweet aluring voice.
You turn and see this feathered fluffy floosee standing by her trailer door.
"Come on in and I'll show you a good time!" she beckons to your overy worked male lust and ego.
You talk to steps up and as you enter the lights wink out with the slug of something hard on your head.
"He's coming around, I thought Buddy there was maybe going to die on us the way he screamed and carried on these past few days. There see, its a good sign his sensation for passion is now the same whether it be food, sex, or wanting to be with someone. Coax him into a fit of sexual passion and let the rest take its course." ordered a man's voice as that sweet sounding female voice seemed to agree, but having a note of disgust.
Dazed, head still aching from the knot someone put up there, you note the lady seating herself next to you. Her voice is soft and aluring as are her words which are coaxing you to feel passion and a desire for lust.
Her soft hands and nimble finger go to work rubbing your belly and work soon to your groin. She is making you feel lust, feeling a passion like noe you ever knew before. You becoming slightly erect and with this the chilly air tingles your maleness making more desire.
Opening your eyes one finds self stretched out on some bed and tied by wrists and toes to bedposts at the corners of the bed. The fllsey lady sits smiling at you as she massages your groin and fondles one's maleness.
The feelings of pleasure come to such a peak of passion that words are wanting but never come out your mouth. Instead you groan and moan as she works you into a royal fit of sexual passion. The raw feelings are more for the desire to meet some primal need and not the thoughts of love and human sensation of gratitude.
Your hips are now bucking the rising organ into the air. The chilly air touching it brings on even more lusting desire to feel and find it jammed into a warm and welcoming place.
Huffing in and out your mind and breathing, and thighs with rump move about as if what is coming will jet out into the air like "Old Faithful."
Then it happens, your body and mind can stand no more of her sensual tauntings. As the pelvic regions buck about, the sensation of new feelings of raw passionate delight has your every thought tied to the primal need to procreate.
"Damn it the whole trailer is rocking back and forth! Hey, you did well, he has made it and now we have something for our new act." says that man's gruff sounding voice.
The ladies' soft voice turns harsh demanding who is going to clean up the mess you just made.
A gruff grab to your maleness the strong fingers of the man give your fuzzy groin a shake. He grips your maleness and gives it a tight squeeze. You deflate quickly and the thing slithers between his fingers as it softens and moves down into a warm and safe sheath.
Two hands ruffle a few straps of leather over your face, nose, and clamping tight you mouth. The ropes are untied and as quick as you can one bouced up to stand ready to run away.
"Don't get any fool ideas about running away, it won't happen, I've had much experience with one's like you! You should have taken a card, it might have been a bit more enjoyable but that's in the past and you are as you were cursed to stay.
"Crooked speaks as crooked is, as you shall walk the earth, a friend of men, a guard, a servant, willing and horny as the Devil himself, yours is a lust for life felt from between your hind legs!" taunts the man. "You haven't quite figured it all out yet but if you check to the right and to your left you will note your a DOG! MY dog, a fine mature male Irish Wolfhound dog, and once trained you'll do well as a sire, and something to alure young women to play for my deisres!" you can't speak or bark with a muzzle strapped over you muzzle.
A whimper and whine as then jumping from the stained bed to the floor you walk on all fours, you hind legs are as crooked as a dog's leg, cause they are a dog's hind legs, your legs!