"What are you going to do to me?" he asked. He had played fantasies before...going late at night to the type of bars where his sort of fun was common place. He didn't need any handkerchefs or leather armbands to tell the others what he liked to do. Somehow they knew. Despite the torn jeans, lack of underwear, thin white tank top with some holes in it, they knew. He tried to let his beard grow..but it just wouldn't. His almost angelic face took years off his real age. He was carded everytime he went to that bar...eventhough the doorguy recognized him. But he was legal...in fact way past legal age. His reddish blonde hair, his smooth cheeks and boyish looks however not only defied that fact but gave him away. He liked men...hairy, older, stern, demanding, controlling men. Sexually he liked the usual things....top or bottom...as long as it was what the MAN in charge wanted. The three day weekend came up suddenly. It was a welcome break in the winter weather..and he didn't have to tell his roommate he'd be gone for the weekend. It was a normal occurence for both of them. "We're going to use you, abuse you, torture you, train you...you'll never going to be the same." The answer came from the tall thin man he had met in the bar an hour after closing. The bar closed and although no alcohol was sold, the customers stayed there, cruising, talking, sipping coffee and waiting. It was too cold outside to hang out..and the state allowed bars to do after hours..so the clients could sober up..supposedly. The air was full of the aroma of pot...he breathed in deeply hoping to benefit from its presence. He couldn't afford to buy any. "Are you ready to be completely owned and trained boy? No namby pamby stuff, I want a boy who really wants to be a slave". His cock displayed his arousal. His nipples were so erect he was aware of the stretched skin. His armpits were exuding sweat..even the space between his toes oozed out the effects of his extreme sexual excitement. Little spurts of pre cum spilled out of his cock slit..he could feel it. "Sir, Yes, Sir" he said. He had learned very young to display the right attitude to keep the MEN he spent time with interested. There had been groups, spankings, shaving, dildos, collars, public displays, set up fantasies such as kidnapping, and even one time he spent a night in a doghouse in the yard. Each time was exciting, interesting and he never felt regret or guilt. It was not only an adventure but satifying. And he usually felt a bit empty when he left to go home. More then a few times he fantasized about being a full-time kept boyslave. He spent a week with two older men in a nearby resort city. They made him stay collared and naked most of the time..acting as a houseboy, servent and sexslave. That was a fluke. He had been chatted with by one of the men and when asked if he liked older men..he responded, "YES, SIR" and his fun began. But they were almost too nice for him...resorting to casual sex. And frankly he knew he liked the atmosphere to be a bit more stern..rough. "You have anything to say before we start boy?" The man stood there holding the familiar leather ball and gag. They had already dicussed limits and safe behavior. He felt trust for the man, since the guy had brought up all the concerns he would have mentioned. "No Sir" he said and looked into the hairy chest as it approached him. The black leather ball fit between his teeth and the strap tighetened around his head. Of course there were times when he thought things were getting out of hand. He watched a totally baked kid be tied down so a dog could mount him. He didn't want any of that kind of action. There had been a spanking orgy where hands and paddles were replaced by bullwhips and he quietly left. The buzz of the razor filled the quiet. He closed his eyes and felt it vibrate his skull as it took off his head of hair. This wasn't the first time he had been turned into a skin head...in fact he spent many summers that way anyway. In his head he saw himself in the mirror naked, shaven head to toe and wearing a wide studded leather collar. His cock emitted more pre cum....so much he thought he was cumming. The strap around his head was loosened just long enough for the razor to shave under it..then it was refastened. The leather hood slid over his head..it's leather rubbing against his newly made smooth skull....he shivered with the sensation. The mans hand explored under his shirt and found hair..then the man ripped his tank top off. There were no words...he was being taken control of..and his mind sank deep into the knowledge that he had become a thing....not a person. The man pulled him to his feet and yanked the opened jeans until all the buttons gave way. His cock and balls were slapped...and he flinched. That was wrong, he knew. The swat on his bare butt reminded him of it. He stood erect lettin the man twist his nipples and ball sac without flinching now. His jeans had been pulled down and he stepped out of them. The razor had taken off his pubic hair and the little hair he had on his arms, legs, armpits and belly. The coolness of the lotion felt good and so did the edge of the razor that wiped it and whatever hair stubble he had. He bent over holding his ankles the position the man pushed him into. His butt was smooth and his ass crack was soon made that way. He stumbled into another room..the tile under his feet told him it was the bathroom. He knelt when his shoulders were pushed down and soon two warm streams of water washed the remaining hair stuble and lotions off him. His nose filled with the unmistakable aroma. He was being marked by the man and another he had not known was there. He was becoming property. The hours were uncounted, the days too seemed non measurable..as his butt, mouth, nipples, balls, cock and entire body were subjected to abuse, sex, ropes, clothes pins, swats, hot wax, warm streams of man water and cocks. He heard the door open and soon strange hands explored him and their cocks invaded him. The sun made him close his eyes. It was Tuesday morning. He was unemployed so the time and day didn't freak him out. "You've been a good boy...a good slave. You say you want to be owned..truly owned?" "Yes Sir" he said maintaining the required stance...legs apart, arms behind his back and head bowed. He saw the black leather boots of the man he had met in the bar three days before. "On the couch is your pants, shoes and a shirt to replace yours" He felt saddened...it was over and another week of reality lay ahead. Looking for work, trying to figure out why he liked being enslaved, mindless talks aobut life wiht his roommate, and as much beer and pot as he could find. "There is also a collar..I think it will fit you. If you put it on, you will be on probation for a week. If things work out, I'll take you to get your things then. It's your choice". He moved to the couch and heard the man leave the room. His cock was hard again...he hadn't been allowed to cum for the three days of sex and abuse. He wanted to jack off. The collar fit and he stood holding his clothes waiting. "You're what?" Kyle asked "Shit I knew this would happen." He stuffed his few things in the box his Master had given him and his clothes into a suitcase that would never be opened. He gave Kyle the next months rent....provided by the owner of his body and kissed Kyle goodbye saying when his Master allowed he'd call him. Kyle knew what he was into..and had joined in from time to time. But for Kyle it was one nighters and sexual fun...nothing more. But he knew it was more...it was everything. His neighbor looked at him funny. Wearing only his collar and a pair of torn cutoffs he made quite a sight he knew. In the truck he quickly took the cutoffs off and handed them back to his Master thanking him. He would never wear them again..or much else unless his Master commanded. He had found his new home, life and existance. He had finally found himself.