Date: Thu, 25 May 2006 18:12:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: cuteboy418@yahoo.com 
Subject: House Slave

I was born in a very small turkish village where men
are real masculine hairy and muscular...the society is
totally male-oriented and you can hardly see any women
down the streets...men competed to show agression and
no-mercy toward the weak and the foes since extreme
virility was the only virtue required from a man in
that little secluded society...and what a disaster I
was turning 18 and realizing painfully and slowly that
I am not attracted to women but to those hairy strong
men...
in my village if you even listen to music or wear a
coloured shirt rumor will be circulated ( he must be a
fag...not a real man...he wants it bad), and to my
father's horror he was also realizing slowly that I
grew infatuated by the gardner and the grocer and some
of his handsome friends and  that I had a lttle
ability to hide it since I had the largest and
prettiest green eyes...it was impossible to hide those
admiring looks when my father's friend visited with
his large chest and thick black hair coming out of his
shirt and back...and the more confident and the bigger
the mostache was the larger became my wet eyes all
over the visitors...
I guess my father had no choice...he was growing
increasingly embareassed and getting worried about the
fate of my unmarried sisters...no one will ever propose
to them if their family was known to have a fag...and
dad could never show his face proudly as he always did
if I was figured out all over the village...he had to
get rid of me as soon as possible regardless of how
much he loved me...he knew it was a matter of time
before I was gonna start acting out my sexual desires
in a shamefule way...adding an eternal disgrace to the
good name of our conservative family...and thats when
he visied Mr Hassan...the richest man in the
neighboring village....
the agreement as I came to know later that I would be
sold to Mr Hassan as a slave but in a very discrete
way, and that I would never be allowed the chance to
be free again or to be heard of again...I had to
completely dissapear from the face of earth before I
shame my family, and rough merciless Mr Hassan would
be the best man to accomplish such mission...this man
always bragged about his crulety to his wife and known
to like cute smooth lads...he was stromg as a bull and
scary looking and merciless...it was simply impossible
to break free from his houshold after you were
collared to him... I never saw him before but I was
terrified when he came to visit us...my father was
looking at the floor at all times disgraced and I
heard mom sobbing in the kitchen...and even without
knowing my fate I was horrified just from looking at
this visitor huge body....