Date: Fri, 26 May 2006 19:31:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: cuteboy418@yahoo.com
Subject: house slave 2

my knees were trembling and got weak when middle-aged
Mr Hasan entered our house..he had a hostile rounded
white and large face..very thick eyebrows and large
brown mostach..the top of his head was bald but the
sides were covered by a smooth long and dark hair, and
he managed to pull it sideways to cover his bald
scalp..but the scary part was his height at 6 feet 5,
and almost 300 pounds made him look like an extremely
solid tower..his body was very muscular and a little
chubby at the same time..and a very thick long chest
hair could be seen out of his open shirt collar..
he entered the room as a conquerer and said loudly and
confidently: so where is the little boy?
and there I was standing in the corner shaking and
frozen..dared not say a word or move..and I could hear
mom's sobbing had become much louder maybe after she
glimpsed him frm somewhere..dad looked at the floor
defeated and totally humiliated..he was looking at the
man who will own his son forever..and he wasnt proud
of this and probably wanted these heavy moments to
pass ASAP..when Master saw me in the corner..a large
smile showed on his manly handsome face and his hazel
eyes became brighter..I was only 110 pound 5'6 talla
nd looked 15 not 18..
behind closed doors I protested to dad: why are you
doing this?..I dont wanna go with this man..
- you need a real man son..I couldnt not notice
it..from the day we attended the olive oil wrestling
matches in Idrne..
-pleas father.. not any man..this one is like a
monster..I promise I'll be good..
-you dont understand..I will not let you be out of the
house one day and then hear all the humiliating news
about you one day after the other..you have to be
incarcerated..like all the fems..and you cant imagine
what pain selling you is causing me..did you ever
doubt my love?
-....?
very bad I didnt have a long and thourough farewell to
my mother..I thought I would somehow see her again ..I
was mistaken..whenever I try to think of her now she
is only the sobbing voice coming from the kitchen
mourning her son's enslavement..slavery was still
legal in 1880..
at the door Mr Hasan paid something to my dad and they
both signed a paper while he was holding my neck with
his huge hand..with long hair on its top and each
finger..in the horses-led big carriage I was forced to
kneel on the floor at his feet while he laid his large
bare foot on my knee..I was shaking in fear, and dared
not raise my eyes, my heart was bouncing..master did
not ask me my name..he simply called me slave upon his
firm clear instructions..
-slave..today you have become my owned property..and
this will NEVER change..EVER..cause I NEVER sell my
properties, give them up or rent them..I'd rather see
you dead than free..you only exist in this world to
serve me..you will have no name, rights, or way
out..you will not be allowed to speak unless told, and
will never put clothes on again.
I held his large leg with my small hand and started
shaking blinded by  the tears..he said:now I know this
has been very sudden for you, thus I wont be as firm
with you from the start like I usually am with my
slaves, plus your young age..speak slave to your
Master..ask him and learn to become a valued
property..
-Master..
-....?
-I do not want to be a slave Master..I would like to
be set free Sir..I am still too young to lose my
freedom and life..PLEASE..
-this time will forgive you lowlife..delete the idea
of freedom from your brain..for fags like you freedom
is not an option..you were born to be owned and be
stepped on like the slut you are..a manly married man
could use you once in a while when bored at home..
-Master..PLEASE..there has to be a way out..
-cool..we both knew you will have to be broken..and I
was trying to spare you a broken rib or two..but
actually I will enjoy completely breaking you..fems
like you SHOULD be removed systemically from the
society like weeds and insects before our sons and
young male ones lay an eye on you..you are a harmful
worm that has  to be crushed under the shoes, and I
will gladly do it..
I looked at him while he was looking at the green road
between the tobbaco farms..the man was very serious
and he was talking like he spent his life subjugating
his owned human property..he was not even excited
about it..its just another task he will have to
perform..while for me this was my life that was just
taken away from me..I was very scared but definitely
willing to resist..but was so weak though..
the horses stopped infront of one of his many large
wheat storage houses..the dome-shaped store house was
built from mud, dark and very wet from inside to
preserve the cereal from rotting or burning, and
without windows to keep thieves away and this house
was obviously hidden between the farms, very distant
from Master's village..
Master grabbed my hair and dragged me inside the
house..his firm grip was absolutely
irresistible..inside the dark secluded one-room house
I felt a heavy iron collar around my neck,it was tight
enough not to be forgettable even a moment and was
very heavy to keep reminding me who I have
become..Master lowered me to my knees and used a hot
object that I couldnt see but felt its
heat..eventually I noticed that the Collar was tightly
and permanently welded..it had no lock or a key..this
iron collar was indefinite..it was eternal..and I will
have to live with it for the rest of my life..
Master ripped my clothes and kept me copmletely naked,
and then started feeling my teeth and fondling my
bubble butt..he whisteled and ocassionally
said:nice..then I felt his large index finger probe my
ass..AHH..I moaned uncofortably and heard him
say..good..a virgin..
he walked away while I was on my knees totally
humiliated and terrified..I looked at his body..god he
was HUGE..very tall with very broad muscular
shoulders..then he came back with more objects..I
dared not crying but wanted to..what else is he
bringing in the darkness?..suddenly found my neck
squeezed tightly between his strong large thighs, and
he started shaving my hair..my beautiful blond smooth
hair..I whispered..PLEASE NO..PLEASE..
he kept cutting skillfully and very amused..I was
exactly like a sheep or a goat being handled..with no
hope..cried silently squeezed to the floor on my knees
trying to breath between his large thighs..
eventually he grabed my hair and but my right
face-cheek on the floor and stepped with his big bare
foot on my neck and cheek..involuntarily I made a
chest voice that sounded exactly like a goat in
pain..in the darkness I could see to my horror an
orange bright flat body that was taking out directly
from the fire coming close to my face..PLEASE..NO
SIR..PLEASE..I'll be good Master..but there was no
mercy..his foot was crushing my face and neck, and his
strong hand was grabbing me hard..finally that fire
object landed on my forehead..very firmly and for good
15 seconds..here I started screaming uncontrolably
like an animal being slaughtered and lost
consciousness..on the floor I was waking up slowly in
terrible pain and seeing his confident feet stepping
away from me..I am carrying now his mark on my
face..forever branded by his name..MASTER Hasan
PROPERTY on the forehead without any hope of ever
hiding it..deep in my flesh and pride..forever..