I was led into the large country manor where by bag of clothes and personal items were taken to my room. Mr. Moreau showed me a bath where I could wash up before dinner.
The table was well set with nice china and common silverware, I know I'd seen better, somewhere? I was asked to sit near the Mrs.' where she offered me first choice of that nights fare.
The dinner tasted good to a lost boy and a young appetite. I think I normally had milk when eating, but Mr Moreau offered me a red punch. The drink was like a creamed ale and I drank the pitcher dry.
After dinner Mr. Moreau walked me around the barn and stables. I saw much but what disurbed me, the ranchhands' whispered when we walked near. Then Mr Moreau yelled at the men and they quickly went into the bunkhouse.
Mr. Moreau walked me back toward the house. Then he stopped and turning to face me said, "I have an opening as a animal handler, you could fill that spot."
"Me Sir, I said in surprise!"
The sudden thought of having a fun job on a farm lifted my spirits. I felt needed and then I bent over with a pain in my stomac. Mr Moreau said, " In here if your going to be sick." He led me into a box stall, and laid me in the sweet smelling straw. "Stay here till I come back for you, he said rather harsh."
At that he walked out of the stall, and a moment later he left a bucket of water and a bucket of feed. "You'll need these by morning!"
He slamed the dutch bottom door shut, and then the top, I was locked into a windowless box stall.
I laid there at first, a tear ran down my cheek and I felt betrayed. Did the policeman know how mean Mr. Moreau was? What of the nice dinner and they let me drink all the punch, myself? I feel so sleepy and soon curl up in a ball and go sound asleep.
Only one small light bulb as a night light, and I need something to drink. I sat up with my head in a daze. Tried to stand but legs felt numb. Crawling over to the bucket I cup my hands to lift the water to my dry lips. To my surprise the bucket is full of the cream ale punch. The more I drink a sleepy feeling comes over me and I curl up next to the buckets.
Again I wake up and find that my clothes are gone. I feel cool not cold, I have a dark suit on and the thirst is back only worse.
I see a glint of sunlight coming throught cracks in the barn's wall. I lay back in the straw, awake and a deep feeling of hunger, then thirst.
I turn to the bucket with a pelletlike stuff. I open my mouth and lips gather the pellets. I eat almost the bucket's contents. Thirst, and I lower my head into the bucket of punch.
I stand looking around, then a normal morning sense. I need to pee and it feels urgent, but where? I walk over to the far wall and stretching my legs, let it pour out of my cock.
"This place will never be a resort, but I think I could live here!"