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What a situation, what a life, and worse that what so many a man wishes was his, is what was made of a man by a man, to be permanently not a man.
Mixed are the feelings whether by night or day, but the gelded stud and owner, master, the bigger part of a meager existence, sniffs the breeze, remembers when, and becomes aroused, rousing his maleness to extend and remember too of what was, was fun, and of deep, warm, and sensual times long gone.
The fear of the end ever coming is not in the mind of he who became part of the maleness of the stallion. Indeed, it was a miracle of science that made a leathery cock from a silky human.
Time and frolic has brought on a weathered texture, as does the being gelded, the farmer pays no note to the flakes of crud built up on a male tool not given to mating but only to evacuating of bodily fluids. If one could smell, the bodily stink would drive away even insects.
The peak perk of any a day or night comes when with what both horse and his cock can remember, is remembered, and standing stretched long of body, he above grants to you below the straining extension of all what you have to feel able of the task for which God made such as you to do, and do well!
Time takes its fair toll, and given time, the stallion above must surely die, and you with him. What a horror to come when the sensation of stout strength fades into a dark, as hell-curse oblivion.
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