Trent spent the better part of that week toiling in the fields, tending to Big Poppa's unusual livestock, and generally obeying his new master's every whim. As much as his puny body ached, he was in constant state of embarassment that his heart ached even more to please Big Poppa. He found it very difficult not to think bout his big, strong, hairy master, and looked forward to every command that came out of his booming mouth.
Still, a part of Trent knew he was really a grown man, which a life and career. That he was a prisoner here, trapped in a prepubscent body. The humiliating mixed with his arousal, and each night, when he lay down in his special racecar bed in the little boy bedroom Big Poppa kept in the farm house, his thoughts were filled with his huge hairy master.
Then one day, someone came looking for Trent.
"Trent!" his master's voice echoed from the farmhouse. "Get on up here!"
He dropped his slip bucket and hurried barefoot up the hill toward the farmhouse. Two uniformed policemen waited in Big Poppa's front room. One was a muscular Latino officer with dark features, and the other an auburn haired Irish cop. They both looked very stern, very concerned.
"Trent, buddy," Big Poppa stooped down and touseled his hair. It made Trent feel dizzy with desire, and he squirmed to try to hide the bulge that was forming in his overalls. "Officers Ramone and Reilly here were asking questions about a missing man. Have you seen a man?"
"Trent Smith has been missing for almost a week," Officer Ramone said. "And you're telling me that neither of you has seen anything strange. Even though his car was abandoned just down the road from your farm?"
"Well as you can see," Big Poppa chucked. "The only Trent here is just a little farm boy. He's only 10 years old. Not a man, like who you nice officers are searching for. He's not a man at all."
Trent blushed bright red.
Officer Reilly stooped down low. "Little boy, your father here doesn't have to speak for you. You're safe with us. Just tell us what we want to know. What's your full name, and have you seen anything strange on this farm?"
Trent's little heart hammered in his chest. He opened his mouth to say . . .