Jared then the perfect brute animal, highly aroused chemically, his mind and thoughts clouded by surging pangs for the finding of some cows, he snorts, paws the ground, awaiting his time and turn to enter the chute and give some man his chance to try and ride the back of a bull.
Anxious if to get what he knows to soon happen drives him on, Jared feeling the brute passions of a bull asserted into the lust of rut. Inside his mind he cries, wishing not to give in and do wholly everything a bull would do, being driven by emotions and rage.
A gate opens, it is his time, and wanting those cow rumps as worse than anything he had ever wanted before in his life, he charged ahead, along the chute, coming into a caged place as men wrap a belly belt about his mid-section and snug it tight.