From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: A New Life
Date: Sat, 20 Mar 1999 05:34:56 GMT

He lay naked face down on the floor when he awoke. The room was warm
enough, but stark. There were no windows, no bars, only a frosted over
skylight which illuminated the room. 
The floor and walls were black.....

Crunden moved stretching his muscles...and flexing to see if he had
any damage. It had been a while since his abduction..or what he
assumed was abduction.

It seemed only moments ago, he had sat at the bar drinking as many
beers as he could pay for..and a few that others paid for. LIfe was
dull, lonely and frustrating for him.

"Go to the Blowpit" a voice told him when he complained at the first
bar he went to. "Why?" he asked.

"It's where your kind belong..and where you need to go" the voice was
calm, assured and belonged to a pleasant faced man who put a hand on
his thigh when he made a point.

He didn't move it away..nor did he leave. There was warmth in the mans
voice and hand for that matter.

How did the stranger know about him?

He was masculine, clean cut, with a tatooed shoulder that showed
because of his sleeveless tee shirt. He was there because he needed to
escape the asshole he called a father..the belt and bat the man used
on him whenever he felt like it.

He hated the sight of his whimpering mother and his brother who sat
there displaying his double belly line and laughing at his peril.

And so he went.

The Blowpit was a bar on the other side of town...away from most
stores and businesses nestled behind several warehouses. In the
daytime, that area was busy with trucks unloading, cars coming and
going. But at night it was deserted except for the little corner
storefront bar with a blue neon sign spelling out "Blowpit".

He had been there before..a .ong time ago. It was the first bar of
its' kind he had visited in fact..and the first time he went to
another man's home to fuck.

It wasn't his first time having sex with a man though. His Dad had
introduced him to that long ago.

He had returned to provide pleasure to his Dad often after that and
got used to his older brother watching, making rude comments and
calling him demeaning names.

He was a "faggot" he knew that. How his father knew, he didn't know.
If his mother knew, he didn't know either.

But after that first time, long long ago, he knew he liked the
sensations...eventhough he didn't like his own father.

The bar was busy. He drank and drank, talked and listened. Scanned the
room for a man who he migh twant to spend the night with....or longer.

But after he left the bathroom, he felt dizzy. He felt hands holding
him..guiding him and soon the light was gone.

So there he was naked and alone in the room. Absentmindedly he flicked
at his cock and balls.

Then he stared. Where there had been a thick patch of curly hair,
there was none. His chest too, once coated with curly hair was now
smooth.

His arms were smooth as were his legs.

He stood looking around and ran his hands through the hair on his
head..but there too, was none. His head was totally smooth.

He realized the only thing on his body was a wide collar which was
loose but fixed..and a lock of some sort was dangling from a metal
loop at the buckle.

His cock seemed to harden at the realization yet his balls shrank at
his concerns about the unknown.

A noice like electronic beeping sounded and he looked towards it. A
television screen high above his head appeared and on it he watched
images of himself being harried, stripped, shaven, fucked and
collared. Then it he saw his naked body being carried into the very
room where he now was.

"You are now our slaveboy. You have no life, no home, no family and
only our service is your concern. It's what you said you wanted. If
not, you may leave through that door"

A whirring sound distracted him to see an opening appear behind him.
A door to be sure.

His cock was still hard from watching the tape of his body being used
and turned into what he now was....he realized it was indeed what he
said he had wanted..and what he indeed did want.

He turned away from the door..content to follow his fate...to be what
and who he was....and had become.

It was a new life..he needed, wanted and would lead for the rest of
his life.