Dirk Hammond loved working in his garden. It was his escape from working at Pleasure Island, he helped round up new livestock for the owners, but all he got was a meager pay check. Now somebody was messing around in his garden shed. He picked up a shovel, and raised it silently over the stocking capped man putting on his garden boots.
WHAM! (and I don't mean the 80's pop group).
Ben saw stars, and then everything went black as he fell forward toward the open bag of fertilizer. His cap slipped and a donkey ear popped out. Dirk grinned, this was his lucky day. He liked working in the garden, but his power tiller was broken, and he'd wanted to plow his garden today. He pulled the cap off the unconscious donkey man, and knew exactly what he'd do.
When Ben came too, he was outside and the sun was shining down on him. He had the taste of old manure in his mouth, and he spit violently to clean his palate. Ben looked up to see Dirk dressed in his overalls and holding a whip. Ben looked down at himself. He was naked again, except for a heavy leather harness that was strapped to his torso. He stood quickly on his bare feet, and covering his crotch. He started to move but found that he was tethered by the harness to a heavy old fashioned metal plow.
"Ah, you're awake now, donkeyboy. Well, you may have escaped from Pleasure Island, but now your ass is mine, hahahhaha!" Dirk said stepping behind the plow and cracking the whip across Ben's back. He immediately put his donkey muscles to work and started to pull the heavy plow as Dirk steered him in a straight line to the end of the large plot. Ben tried to look over his shoulder at the man, but each time was met with a snap of the whip on his cheek. Ben tried speaking, but Dirk didn't answer. Then when Dirk steered him around to go back parallel to the furrow he'd just carved, Ben saw the ear buds dangling out of Dirk's ears. Ben sighed and set to work pulling the plow in silence. Sweat and dirt streaked across Ben's naked body, he didn't even notice that the roots of his brown hair were turning gray again, and he'd started walking on the balls of his feet as he pulled the plow. Covered with dirt, Ben couldn't see his toes fusing into hooves.