Ken watched between flicking of the tail which covered his new station in life. The boys jumped the fence and proceeded down the railroad track toward home.
The stallion which owned Ken's attention trotted and ran about the pasture. As each hoof struck the earth a shudder worked it's way back to Ken's puckered lips. Jiggle, jiggle went the soft flesh of his asshole face and lips. Ken felt the wish to be his ole' cock self rather than jailed in this stinking hole. He longed for the boys to come back but as the day went along nothing came his way but more horse crap.
Ken wished as never before that either the grass would dry up or the stallion would go on a diet. The taste of life was not too sweet as it gave Ken time to reflect. One day, then a week, and time was lost to Ken's feeble mind. Now time was counted in the number of turds which passed his lips. The jail had worn Ken's senses to almost none.
Time was lost as he lived the curse the medallion blessed him with from the boys who put him in this jail.
Back in town the boys had lots of fun teaching many bully boy the new meaning of becoming a bully. Some mooed for a day or two till the boys let them free. One mean bastard tried to put the screws to them and blame the boys for damages.
The boys together wished he'd get a wild passion for sows and sow's round butts. Then as the guy thrust his first sow he found himself much more pigheaded. Soon his body followed and a boar with a high school education was then fucking any sow that walked past.
The police posted a missing person notice at the school for James Whitney. The boys laughed as they knew where he might be found, but his parents would not like his true manners now.
The continued use of the medallion was beginning to touch their lives as too many school chums had beastly memories.