Ken wondered how many months had passed since he had been imprisoned by those two boys. He hated his position and wished with all his might that he could go back to his penis body.
He hated how the flies constantly flew around him, some of the more daring ones even land in his mouth which is highly irritating considering he can't even itch it. The tail of his host was no picnic either. The occasional dance of a hair or two on his body was nerve racking as it simultaneously blocks his vision and causes a serious itch that can't be scratched.
He despised that he no longer felt any sense of relief from his sexual frustration. It didn't help that when ever his master felt the need to mate Ken was dragged along almost to taunt him. Instead of being the center of the show all he saw was his view go back and forth, and feel his whole body jiggle with each thrust. As a cock he at least felt another being's touch. As an asshole all he got for interaction was flies or the flick of the tail irritating him.
But most of all, he hated the taste and smell. He never got used to it, unlike when he was a cock he learned to enjoy or at least tolerate the various fluids flowing through him. Since horses are also incapable of wiping their asses, Ken smelled and tasted horse poo all the time. The only movement he was allowed was the ability to open and shut his mouth which almost always resulted in a fart. This was rather pointless as it would attract the ever hated flies or cause that bothersome tail to jerk and to top it all off it left the fresh odor of crap in Ken's nostrils.
Even his sense of sight was horrible as an asshole. All Ken got to watch day in and day out was a large grey tail swish side to side and see the large muscles of either side of his eyes twitch or tense. Not exactly thrilling. At least as a cock he was able to look around when exposed. Even when he was hidden in his sheath he was warm and cozy. As anus he was often exposed to the elements.
Ken went through another mind numbing day. As the stud grazed he Ken starred at the flickering mass that was his master’s tail. It swayed back and forth in the breeze until Ken felt a familiar bulge in his throat. It traveled through his anus mouth, rubbing it’s foulness across the poor guy’s taste buds. When it finally departs from his body with an audible thump it leaves both the fresh taste and smell of horse crap. The flies also get quite excited as they furiously buzz around the steaming pile on the ground as well as the entrance to his mouth. Three of four flies at time swarm around Ken’s body. The tickle of the flies results in his new laugh, if one could call it a laugh. He farts causing the flies to go about their business at an increased rate. The master has had enough of the flies and flicks his tail. The insects scatter but a rogue tail sticks to the remnants of feces in Ken’s body.
The stud trots along the field. All he can see is the tail swishing back and forth. The horse abruptly stops and he can hear faint sniffing sounds as well as a whiny from another horse. Ken suddenly gets a much better view of the ground as he can feel his master thrusting into the body of a mare, oh how he so enjoyed his life as a cock compared to this. Unfortunately this is how most days go by for Ken as he once again wishes to feel the warmth of a mare’s vulva or his warm sheath home.. After his master has had his fill of the mare he dismounts. A quick trot and Ken once again feels the bulge. The process repeats as Ken sees two familiar faces appeared. And they held in their hand the medallion that started this whole mess.
"Well hey there ass face, how did that taste?" Sean taunted him. "Have you learned not to be such an asshole?"
Ken let out a small toot, begging them.
"Hey John, what should we do to him?" asked Sean.