A quick jolting lunge to dodge the attack made stranger yet notions of touching on his rear. A turn to look behind only made the mixed signals and sights make George afraid of what he saw and felt.
"Calm down George let the Paramedics help you, George, George!" said Becky as she fussed with him yet he felt not her touch. Nor did he feel the touching of those trying to desperatly hold him down. Indeed he was standing several yards away.
It was then that the passion play which was going on before all there brought the Coach driver to take a solid hold of the dark straps which bound George's face and head.
"Easy Sampson, easy boy, we can't leave until this trouble is over!" said the Coachman to George as the words strived for meanings.
George was much less delighted that the odd touching of the Coachman as he kept touching George's face, cheek, and rubbing his hand over lips and nose. Feeling angry George snorted hard and made a grunting whinnie as if being very disturbed.
"This guy must be gay to keep touching me so!" thought George in a sudden fit of mental language. A yank of his head back only brought a jerking tug from the Coachman's well gripped hand.
The sight of himself being loaded onto a gurney and rolled off to be placed aboard an ambulance met with some true wonders in George's thoughts. An uneasy feeling about the happenings brought the flicking of the appendage he knew wasn't his.
The crowd began to walk away as the scene was over and all went about there own business. It was then that George felt and heard what part of him said was normal and he thought as something of pure terror.
Crack went the coach drivers whip and a hardy, "Geedie Up!"
Suddenly the horses behind and to his right began to move, making him move as well. Tugging pulling his own he was somehow part of this team, "but that isn't right!" or so he thought.
"Horses and animals pull coaches and he was human, a free man!" the idea's poured through his mind. Yet with each step and more and more the team moved on down the road. Thoughts were rapidly becoming grouped into desires mixed with fear and the passion to run from the whip drove George to run with mindless haste.
Snuffing and snorting he ran in time with the horses. George amidst the fear of that whip admired his stamina, and the brute strength he felt as muscles works and legs ran over the hard ground.
As forest opened to grassey plains he had a desire to taste the grass but that damn whip drove him to fearing it's sound and touch. His vision and colors bade him pay attention to the road ahead and pay little thought to what be on either side of where he was going. A square pad blocked his view of the horse beside him and he wanted to look back and beg the driver to stop.
The yell of the driver drove him and he was sure the other on. As road and miles went by he again saw the buildings of the town and had a inner feeling about his safety there.
A yell from the Coachman, "Whoe, whoe, whoe there Sampson whoe!"
As the coach came to a halt the huffing breath of tired animals filled George's ears. Even as he felt the sweat on his body chill from the cool mountain air he saw much to his wonder the approach of the Coachman himself.
"Best run yet ole' stud! I think you need a reward after today's work, how about you and Mona here making a little whoopie!" said the man.
George looked to where the man seemed to point and only saw that large angry mare that tried before to take a bite. Crazy as this all was the feeling of the man's words and suggestion was making George get erect.
"What!" George thought as he felt his penis seemingly fall out into the chilled air.
Looking to one side and then the other George saw people point and some laugh at his open erection. "He'd never had such a happening before! Why becky never said anything since the monster was kept under wraps. Oh, but now his monster was out in the open for all to see! No man would allow himself to be defiled so in public, he was George.....George....he was....he ....?"
Looking again forward the Coachman patted George's face again. "Time for another good run there my Sampson!"
"George, George Sampson that's me!"