Chapter 4 - the mansion

Lady Anna took him into a room off the hall. She reclined on a chaise longue, making herself comfortable, while he had to stand near her head, still almost naked.
"I will give you some ground rules Hunk. This is a big building. You are allowed to go anywhere with walls that are painted green. You are not allowed outside, unless I specifically allow it. Otherwise you can come and go as you please.
You do not communicate with the staff. You do not talk to any visitors, or any of my freinds.
You wear what I want you to wear. You eat what I want you to eat and you exersise only when I want you to.
Is that clear? You may answer hunk"
It had been so long since he had been allowed to speak that he did not know if his voice would actually work, but he did not dare say nothing. "Yes", he replied with a frog in his throat.
"Yes, what?"
He cleared his throat "Yes madam" he replied.
"Good. Now, go and stand in the hall, while I compose myself."
Pete left the room and stood in the hall just outside the room where his new owner sat in comfort.
The hall was draughty. Goose pimples rose on his bare skin. He thought he may as well be standing there naked. He wanted to cover up, ashamed to show off his muscular body.
He saw the muted green on the walls. This was one of the rooms he was allowed to go.
Where else was he allowed?
There was a large Victorian grandfather clock standing opposite him, marking the time with it's deep tick-tock. He stood there freezing for three quarters of an hour before anything happened. Then he watched several people he took to be lady Anna's staff, dressed in black and white. They went about their business, entering what Pete thought must be the dining room with lots of covered cloches. He got wafts of aroma from the food. He was reminded of how hungry he was. It must have been many, many hours since he had last eaten anything.
The staff ignored his presence, hardly raising their eyes in his direction.
As he watched, people started to arrive. They were formally dressed, greeted by a butler and directed into the room where lady Anna was relaxing.
Some visitors paused when they reached Pete. They looked him up and down. One older woman got very close to him, placed a hand on his firm buttocks and ran her other hand through his hair, before entering the room.
Pete did not like this. He wanted to leave. But he could not. He was stuck where he was. He was going to have to put up with the manhandling the best he could. This was his new life. He was going to have to make the best of it.
Eventually lady Anna called him back into the room. It was now full of her freinds, all enjoying a drink and a chat. She introduced the group to her new plaything. She rubbed her hand up and down his washboard abdomen.
Pete just felt humiliated.
He had to stand beside lady Anna, watching over her as she sat at the head of the table tucking into a five course meal with her freinds. Meanwhile, he felt a cold breeze every time anyone walked passed him. He was freezing and getting increasingly hungry as he watched them all consume decadent course after course. It had been hours since he had eaten anything. His stomach let out some grumbles of protest.

Three hours later, the guests had gone and Pete was left alone with his new owner.
"You must learn to keep your bodily noises to a minimum, Hunk," she warned him. "I could hardly hear the conversation for your stomach grumbling! There is a very strict hierarchy in this house. You will soon learn where you stand."
Pete had already figured that one out. He was right at the bottom, he had no rights. Even the staff had more freedom than he did.
Her attitude towards him softened and she allowed him to sit next to her at the table.
She got up and loaded up a plate with leftovers. All the savoury dishes, except the soup, were piled onto his plate. She placed the plate in front of him and told him to eat up.
He did not need to be told twice!
It was the best food he have ever tasted, at least it felt that way after having to stick to a very strict, monotonous diet these last few months. What would the company say if they knew he was being allowed to eat all of this? The food was all mixed up. Fish was next to meat, but it did not matter the slightest! He was enjoying the rich sauces, the intense flavours.
Soon after, he had finished his plate.
"Good boy, Hunk! I always insist my boys eat everything I put in front of them! Now, eat this!"
She placed in front of him a second plate, this time it was full of leftover desserts. A large slice of strawberry cheesecake, a large chunk of apple crumble, custard, cream.
Oh, the first spoonful sent his tastebuds dancing! It was the first unhealthy meal he'd had in months! He devoured it quickly.
Lady Anna praised him for finishing so efficiently. She said he showed promise for the future.
She reminded herself, it was his first night. He had a lot to take in. A lot to learn to accept. It was getting late.
She took him by the hand and led him up the stairs, taking every opportunity she could on corners to get closer to him, to feel his goosepimpled muscular flesh.
The first flight of stairs was the grand staircase, but they went higher than that to a tiny room the third floor in the attic The stairs here were much narrower and uncarpeted, but the walls were still painted the same shade of green he noticed.
The room was furnished with very basic furniture. A plain single bed, a plain wooden wardrobe, a bedside table, chair and desk. The bed was made up with a practical, but plain pillow and duvet. The walls were painted a fresh mint green. The room was built into the eaves of the roof, so it had a sloping ceiling but there was a dormer window, so he could see out. On the bed were a set of neatly folded clothes.
Lady Anna left Pete alone as he surveyed the room. He was glad. He had been thinking he might have to do her some sexual favours. He knew that might be on the cards for later, but he could file that thought away for the time being.
He entered the room and closed the door, finally glad of some privacy. With the door closed he saw there was another door behind it, which led to a small but basic ensuite. Originally, he suspected the bathroom would have been another of the maid's rooms leading off the corridor outside. He was relieved his modern day hygiene needs had been met. The bathroom was already stocked with everything he needed: shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, shaving soap, a razor, moisturiser, towels, toothbrush and toothpaste.
He looked at his new clothes. There was two sets of underpants, a vest, two tee shirts, a formal shirt, a jumper, a pair of shorts, a pair of jeans and a pair of formal trousers, a tie, two pairs of socks, a pair of formal shoes and a formal jacket, plus a pair of pyjamas. He put the pyjamas on immediately to warm up. Everything laid out for him was different shades of green. He had everything he needed here for a whole host of situations. Once everything was put away, he got into bed, his feet ached from all that standing around. He was tired, it had been a long day. As he made himself comfortable, his stomach protested against the unhealthy food it had to digest. He felt bloated and slightly uncomfortable, but at least he was safe and warm now.



(note: vest here has uk meaning; sleeveless tee shirt to be worn as underwear)