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.