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....