I woke up, it was still very dark in the room and I was alone. As soon as I moved around I found chains attached to my hand and legs. Thrashing around only made the shackles cut into my wrists and ankles.
I strained to see, the dust that cover the floor was in my eyes and burned. Kevin and Frank were gone, I remembered one of them saying they'd see later.
The sound of foot steps walking down a wooden floor coming closer to my room. CREAK, went the door and there stood the four shadowed forms in the doorway. "Here is a bucket of water, and this is a bucket of ground corn! Eat and Drink...."
"WHY AM I HERE AND WHERE IS KEVIN AND FRANK?" I yelled as loud as I could.
Some quiet whispering then, "John J. Jenson you are not Dutch! To be Dutch would save you from the fate of Kevin and Frank. We of the Brotherhoed have the power to ride the world from low specimen's! We are in control and you shall be sold as the property you will become.."
"What the Hell! My Mother was Dutch, my Father French!"
Some discussion, one voice saying this was a mistake and the power could be recended. More talk and then they seemed to agree.
"John J. Jenson it is agreed that your Mother has saved you from being our first boar hog transite. The father being French only dirrects the change toward the French animal husbandry. We of the Dutch Mafia, Brotherhoed with our master grant you a reprieve. French was your father than French will be your future."
A bag full of more ash dust filled the room around me. I couched and spit the sour dust from my mouth and nose.
"When next we meet, property shall you be and us your owner!"
Bang went the door and the movement threw the dust back up into the air.
I thought of Mom and Dad. They no doubt were wondering what ever happened to me since I did not get to school and return. I shook the shackles and chains a little but it stirred up more damn dust.
A feeling of hunger sent me to chow down some ground hog corn and drink from the water. Hours seemed as days, time in the dark room moved at a snail pace. As I sat naked and covered in changing dust I had time to think.
Thoughts of Kevin and Frank, I wondered how they fared. Kevin snorting and pawing the ground as an angry human mind captured in a bull body. Then too Frank, horse or mule he was kinda a stud with the girls at school. Is this a turn of fate to become a stud in other ways? Yet if a mule a different turn of fate to be male but no sexual working parts, yuck!
Finally the tired feeling returns and sleep creaps in and eyes close.
DREAM, oh such dreams, I wake with a raging hard and feel as if I would explode into the air. Awake I lay quiet on the wooden floor. My mind still running the feature dream film over and over. "I saw myself looking down the rearend of some female animal. I watched my lip turn and curl up and sniff at her flowing juices.
I seem to actually taste the juices with my tongue. I can't believe that I would stick my tongue into a female's pussy and enjoy the flavor!
I shake my head and scream something. I see her look down and back along flanks. She approves of me and becons me to mount. I feel the thoughts, a wild lust for sexual release. I want to own her, she is going to be mine! Damn to Hell anyone going to stop me, I'll kill to keep her as mine! Every muscle in my body is ready to function and I ready myself for a thrust into her body."
Just like that I'm awake and laying in the dust on a oak floor. I roll over and see my arm curled up under my chest. "Odd I think as how I could find such a position comfortable."
My head seems to have a good view down my back and toward the legs. Legs seem to be also tucked under my form, I shake my head and the dust raises into the air.
Hours and hungry I have eaten the whole five gallon bucket of ground corn. The water bucket too is dry and I feel the need to pee. I think of at school how some guys would need to pee so bad in class. The common phrase "The hair on my ass feels like seaweed!" seemed so right.
Standing I stretch my legs back and feel my dic stretch. A rush of urine streams out of my dic, like a gallon or two. The smell in pungent at first but as it mixes with the dust on the floor I scent it as friendly and a calm homeie' feeling flows in me.
I stand calm, no fear, no worries, only a desire to run free and enjoy the summer warmth.