The world was totally changed. After the pandemic and after the economic disaster, my country had become a dictatorship and civil rights had been drastically reduced. The worst part, however, had been borne by homosexual men. While lesbians were tolerated, gays had been considered "enemies of the state" and fierce persecution had begun. At first they were simply arrested and taken to prison, but then it went one step further: they were stripped of all their rights as individuals and it became commonplace for them to be declared slaves and become the mere property of someone, usually the person who had denounced them.
It is in this ruthless society that my story begins...
That morning I went for a walk and did some shopping. On my walk I noticed that more and more slaves were being seen on the street or in the stores. It was very easy to recognize them. First of all, because they were completely naked, except for a kind of loincloth that covered their genitals, although on cold days they were allowed to wear a kind of succinct uniform of sackcloth that covered their bodies. Also because they all wore a special collar around their necks. I had never seen one up close. I had heard that they were used for training and control of the slaves. They produced electric shocks that rendered the slave useless for any rebellious act. The truth is that they aroused my curiosity; little could I have imagined at that moment what one of those collars would mean in my life!
When I saw one of those slaves with his owner, I remembered my friend Joe. The master had the slave on a leash around his neck, and the slave was on all fours following him as best he could. At least the master had had the mercy to put some knee pads on him so he wouldn't hurt himself too much on his journey. I remembered that I had once played that game with Joe. He was a man I had met - in a free time - through a BDSM and fetish contact web. I was looking for sex with a certain fetish touch, I liked to be verbally humiliated, to worship feet, some slutty practice.... Joe, however, was looking for an absolute slave, someone who would totally surrender to him.
He was straight, but he was especially turned on by dominating men. It made him feel more powerful. Since that wasn't what I was looking for, we didn't get very far sexually. I never accepted the "total surrender" he was asking for. However, we explored in some sessions our common tastes: I loved his feet, I was his dog for some games, I had even eaten his cock or licked his ass sometime as a sign of submission, as he was not too interested in homosexual sex. Sexually he preferred women. As a result of that, however, we had developed a good friendship, we ate together from time to time, and I had even spent a weekend at his house. He lived on the outskirts of the city, in a country house, in a housing development. At that moment I remembered him and made a mental note to call him, since it had been a long time since our last meeting.
The sight of those slaves was quite disturbing to me, being a homosexual myself and knowing that my fate could be that if I was discovered. However, I was not too afraid. I had kept myself pretty much in the closet and when things had started to get ugly I had deleted all my flirting applications and had given up sex altogether, so it was very difficult for me to be found out. In addition, it was now more complicated to be denounced, since, in view of the abuses there had been with the denunciations at first (it was very greedy to denounce your neighbor or anyone for homosexuality and keep all their assets), the government had established that no denunciation would be accepted without evidence and, in addition, false denunciations would entail the enslavement of the denouncer.
Under these circumstances, who could report me? Apart from the people with whom I had had relations - who were obviously also homosexuals - only my father and my brother knew about my condition. My relationship with them was not good, my father considered me a lazy and useless person, but he still helped me every time I was unemployed (which happened constantly). But even so, I didn't think they were capable of denouncing me at all. And even if they had, they couldn't provide any proof. Only their word.
However, all that false security I felt was going to be shattered that very afternoon...
I was at home reading the job offers when there was an aggressive knock on the door. I was surprised, because I wasn't expecting anyone, so I went to open the door, only to find three big, burly policemen.
-Brandon Miller? -asked one of them in a strong and authoritative voice.
-Yes... it's me -I answered, frightened.
And immediately and before I could react, two of them turned me around, grabbed my arms and handcuffed them behind my back. The commanding officer followed:
-You are under arrest for immoral and deviant conduct. You have the right to remain silent, etc., etc. -he continued to cite my rights to me like in the movies while I listened dumbfounded. However, when he finished, he totally changed his official tone and mockingly told me: -but don't worry, very soon you will no longer have any rights, hahaha... -he laughed, being accompanied in his laughter by his two companions.
They put me abruptly in an official car and started to drive away. Two of them were in front and the third one next to me. When I was able to control my racing heartbeat, I asked:
-Agents, may I know what I am accused of?
