Pondering of what all he feels and has felt from his orgy with Stella, David stands or strolls about the basement stall below Jeb Flycather's donkey stable.
Thoughts come and go, but on idea remains vivid in his brain, one of how by a devilish ole' man he became tricked and treated as if he were an animal.
Animal, something of property to people and a living creature used for the livelihood of man-kind. Oddly, he knew of this idea, but in as much he knew it should worry him, every time he tried to think about it, he became sexually aroused, got a penis erection, and if not a jenny in sight, David masturbated his balls dry.
Lonely and for much of the day he would stand feeling bored and in want of something to stimulate his penis into an erection.
Now even Stella seemed dull to his sexual wants, and he longed for a new mate to come and tickle his big, long, and fancy mushroom headed cock.
David thought much of his big cock. He liked the word, it prevailed often in his thoughts, cock, cock, cock, and just thinking the word got him aroused and soon after a hearty long erection.
He watches over his corral fence and longs to sniff at females passing, be they jennets, or women, his is at their fainting wish!