Mitch left following Lord Bloatbelly without a backward glance towards David who was already drifting helplessly off to sleep. Mitch's brain was foggy from the lord's smoke, and he was seeing everything through a hazy. All appeared hazy in his eyes and mind, actually. He followed Bloatbelly's orders and movements without really thinking about it. He was led by the hand and he did not question it. He nodded, his eyes empty and unfocused, as if he had taken an inappropriate order of medication. He simply listened to his new master's words and obeyed. If he did look a little slow, all the Daddies around knew that it was merely temporary, something they had seen before countless times. The effects of the smoke would dissipate in a few days and the boy would see his obedience as normal and have it as a natural trait of his personality. His existence would appear as the essence of normalcy.
So when Lord Bloatbelly told Mitch to undress after a buyer had with deference asked what the -rich- lord desired and promptly measured the young teen with a tape to check the lad's height, he obeyed without a thought for his nudity, his eyes vague and unfocused. The vendor sorted out a caddy's uniform and wished his rich client well. Lord Bloatbelly ordered a few essential pieces of clothing of the same size to be sent to his mansion, as he wished his new gofer to be dressed smartly. His pride depended upon it. And soon his young gofer would feel exactly the same. He had really been lucky, he thought with deep satisfaction.
And his powerful associates on the green all thought so. Lord Bloatbelly had truly found a real gold nugget with that boy, they concurred. Mitch was vaguely aware of the compliment and mildly felt good about it. Already whatever his master was complimented upon reflected positive in his heart. A sign that the smoke of the cigar was getting deep into his mind. The other servants and caddies just stared at mMitch. They knew the new recruit would need a few days before getting to his senses, or rather his new personality. Not that they'd guess it was new. For them, it would just be a new friend. None of them recalled their previous lives or cared. Serving their masters was their life and they could not imagine another one. It was satisfying. In fact, the other charges of the Daddies found these gofer boys rather strange and hard to talk to. But for Mitch, this would not matter even more. His concerns had radically shifted.