Paul looked at the Horse-man and then down at the sheath which was firming up into the hoggish form. Even as the other cursed man beconed him not to, Paul's hands touched the bristled pouch.
Instantly waves of sensual passion flowed from the sheath into Paul's brain. As he tried to shake his foggy thoughts the emerging shaft made new urges pulse out causing Paul to shudder.
Now shaking like he was out of control, Paul began to smooth his hands up and down the imposing shaft. His eyes grew wide as the boar's cock strained into a fleshed hard rod. The churning in those big black balls urged him to either hump or masterbate, but release of the preasure was needed.
"Oh God, I'm damned! Oh I feel the sperm building as Oh this preasure for some wild release, it's coming! OH Horseman, Zepar has cursed me to become a hog and boar!" Paul cried out.
Then with a shuddered shake of his total body the giant cock erupted a flow of semen. Squirt after spewing squirt shot from the bulbed end of the pink shaft. Out into the air flew Paul's new boar semen. As the Horseman turned to see the shot of liquid cream he watched almost in humor as the floor underneath standing Zepar splattered with Paul's seeds.
"He might some day be a boar Zepar but for now it's up to you to lick up the mess you've created. Get to it big boy, clean your lair!" chidded the Horseman to Zepar.
As Paul stood with boar cock still rigid and looking every bit worn out by the experiance, Zepar's long tongue began to lick the floor.
"Paul my friend you have to make a choice, and make it soon. If the possible life of a boar hog is your pleasure than do nothing but pleasure yourself and soon find a sty. Or if that does not appeal to your desire then I would suggest those big boar's balls should be cut off, and soon. It, in my mind set better to go through life mamed sexually rather than be demonic fodder for the like of Zepar. Now leave and go quickly to do as you must!" pleaded the Horseman.
Paul drew up his pants, buckled his belt and walked quickly out the barn side door. The Horseman watched and shook his head while Zepar licked and laughed in his corner. Paul walked through the high weeds toward the front gate of the mansion. Thistles and brambles nicked and scratched his still outstretched hog cock. As each scratch picked and poked the shaft Paul whenced and wished he'd never entered that awful gate.