This story takes place in the same setting as my last tale "Insignificant," although this one will not contain macrophilic content. After the pandemic, a totalitarian government has taken control of the country and has declared male homosexuals as “enemies of the state.” When a homosexual is discovered, he is enslaved; if the police discover him, he is sold to the highest bidder, and if a citizen reports him, he is handed over as a slave to that citizen.

And in this society where my story begins…

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That morning I went out for a walk and to do some shopping. As I walked, I noticed that there were more and more slaves on the streets or in the shops. It was very easy to recognize them. Firstly, because they were completely naked, except for a sort of loincloth that covered their genitals, though on cold days they were allowed to wear a kind of brief uniform coat that covered their bodies. Also because they all wore a special collar around their necks. I had never seen one up close. From what I had heard, they were used for training and controlling slaves. They produced electric shocks that incapacitated the slave for any rebellious act. The truth is that they sparked my curiosity. Little could I imagine at that moment what one of those collars would mean in my life!

Seeing one of those slaves with his owner, I remembered my friend Jose. The master had the slave on a leash attached to his neck, and the slave was crawling 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 while moving along. I recalled that I had played that game once with Jose. He was a man I had met - in a free time - through a BDSM and fetish dating site. I was looking for sex with a certain fetishistic touch, I liked being verbally humiliated, worshiping feet, some dirty practice…. Jose, however, was looking for an absolute slave, someone who would completely submit to him. He was heterosexual, but it excited him especially to dominate men. It made him feel more powerful. Since that wasn't what I was looking for, we didn't go very far sexually. I never accepted the “total submission” he asked of me. However, we explored some of our common tastes in a few sessions: I worshiped his feet, became his dog for some games, I even had given him oral sex or licked his butt once as a show of submission, since he wasn’t particularly interested in homosexual sex. Sexually, he preferred women. As a result, however, we had developed a good friendship; we ate together from time to time, and I had even spent a few weekends at his house. He lived on the outskirts of the city, in a country house in a development. At that moment I recalled him and mentally noted to call him, as it had been a while since our last encounter.

The sight of those slaves...