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Story #06: The Fallen Star

Kenny Pena was one of the most famous actors and models of the old regime. The fact that he was openly gay and that his parents were immigrants meant that the elite of the time gave his career great support. As the mood in the country soured and the MASA movement emerged, Kenny quickly realized that he had to do something to keep his position. Kenny was very good at taking advantage of anything to help his career. And so he was one of the first celebrities to officially support the MASA movement. He distanced himself from his earlier work and used his influence to get many people to join MASA under Jaxon Powers. He didn't really care what became of his fellow LGBTQ people as long as he could continue his career and retain his privileges. In fact, he had been in touch with MASA leadership early on to ensure that he would be allowed to continue acting even after a change of power. The MASA people replied that they would not forget his commitment to them and would show their appreciation. But when the revolution was over, things turned out differently for him than he thought...

Date: 07/10/2031

Shortly after President Power's "Program to Restore Morale, Law and Order" went into effect, Kenny was called to the local SOF office. There he was confronted with various "evidence" that he was a fag. Since Kenny of course cooperated and immediately signed a so-called confession, the procedure didn't take long. He was now the owner of an "FAG ID" and therefore officially no longer a legally equal citizen. Nevertheless, he waited every day for one of his inquiries to be answered and for him to be allowed to pursue acting again. That was the deal, wasn't it?

Date: 07/24/2031

Another 2 weeks passed with no reply. Kenny looked at some pictures from previous filming and reminisced. Then he heard several cars pull up in front of his house. Shortly thereafter there was a loud knock on the door. When Kenny opened the door, a SOF officer and several police officers were at the door.

"Are you Kenny Pena?"

"Yes, Sir. I am.”

"Show your FAG ID!"

Kenny was a bit intimidated by the cold-hearted nature of the men. He quickly found his FAG ID and showed it to the officers. Before he could even ask what the problem was, his ID was scanned and the SOF officer took out a pair of handcuffs.

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"FAG you are hereby arrested."

"Arrested? But why?” Kenny asked desperately.

"The exact crimes you are charged with will be communicated to you shortly," a police officer replied.

And before Kenny knew it, he was handcuffed in a prison van.

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Kenny sat in a small room with no windows for several hours. He hadn't seen a soul since he was put in this room. Desperation spread through him. When someone finally came to him in the room, he was already completely exhausted and powerless. A muscular, menacing-looking SOF officer introduced himself. He said it was his job to tell him what crimes he was guilty of. Kenny had trouble following him, but basically he was saying that Kenny had a history of working for fag-glorifying productions and being a figurehead for those opposed to the regime.

"What… but I don't understand that. That was a long time ago and I distanced myself from my earlier productions! I support the new government 100%!” Kenny pleaded.

"Might be. The fact is, however, that we found media in numerous house searches in which your productions were involved. Media that are punishable under current law. And we can't let a fag with you history run free."

"THIS IS MADNESS! I want a lawyer - I have rights!”

"Shut up fag! You have no rights!” the man answered loudly and got up.

He stood menacingly close to Kenny and gave him a hard punch in the stomach. Kenny doubled over in pain.

"That was good! Be glad I don't resort to harsher measures."

Date: 07/25/2031

Kenny was transported to a prison in the early hours of the morning. He didn't get a chance to defend himself in any way. And as if that wasn't humiliating enough, he was also given a penis cage in addition to his prison clothing. "To protect prison staff and fellow inmates”, they said.

Date: 02/15/2032

More than 6 months had passed since Kenny's arrest. He could never have imagined ending up in such a hell. Humiliation and abuse by the guards were the order of the day. But Kenny wasn't broken yet. He never tired of writing to different ministries every day, asking them to reassess his case. He wasn't even sure if his letters got through at all. But what else could he have done?

To Kenny's great surprise, he was taken to the prison administration's office one morning.

"You're lucky, fag. You can go on a little trip today. The Ministry of Culture and Education would like to speak to you.”

"For real? Thank You Sir!"

"Don't thank me. If it were up to me you shouldn't even go near the exit. Be glad our Mr. President is such a merciful man.”

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Once at the Ministry, Kenny was treated with unusual respect. He was allowed to wash himself properly, put on new clothes and even eat a lavish menu. Even if he didn't know exactly what it was all about, for the first time in months he had the feeling of being a full human being. Eventually, Kenny was then asked into a conference room. A long table was set up at which several men were sitting. A camera was set up next to it. He should stand in front of them and wait. The group of gentlemen briefly discussed whether they should start already, since someone was still missing. Suddenly the door opened. Everyone present rose respectfully. None other than President Powers himself had walked in. Kenny had seen him on the news many times before, but he had an even greater presence in persona. Dressed in his typical military uniform, he took a seat in the middle of the men.

"Kenny Pena, right? I remember. We were in contact a couple of times during the revolution,” said the President.

"Yes, sir."

"I have to apologize. I'm a busy man so it took me a while to get this up. How did you fare in the detention center?”

Kenny didn't know what to say. "Oh well..."

"It's okay, that was a rhetorical question. So let's get straight to the point, like I said, I'm a busy man. Regardless of your perverse past, you always stood up for our cause during the revolution. Since I'm not a monster, I want to stand by our word and at least give you a chance. Think of this as a casting. These gentlemen from the Ministry of Culture, the SOF and myself will immediately convince us of your acting skills. If we decide that it meets our standards, we will have your sentence released and even allow you to actively participate in media production again. Do you understand?” said Powers.

"Yes, Sir. What should I play?"

Powers nodded to one of the gentlemen who was scrolling through some notes on his tablet. Afterwards he said: “We want to start with something not too difficult. First, play a pig.”

"I beg your pardon?"

"A pig. You know, the animal? Or is that too difficult after all?”

Kenny was stunned. Was this all just another charade to humiliate him? But what if it was meant seriously? Kenny quickly decided to forget all his shame. He got on all fours and started grunting softly.

"Is that all?" one of the men asked.

Kenny grunted louder now. He tried to imitate the movements of a pig as best as he could. He didn't miss the loud laughter of the group.

"Well I can see that suits you well, fagot!" said one of the men, amused.

"Oink! oink!”

"Okay, now something more difficult. How about a dog?” Powers suggested.

“A very good idea Mr. President. In fact, we even prepared something for that.”

Shortly thereafter, one of those present opened a small box and took out a black object. As he got closer, Kenny realized it was a rubber tail that was being inserted anally. His heart was racing. He thought about stopping here, but decided against it. He had to take this chance, it was probably the most important casting of his life. When his pants were pulled off and the rubber was pushed up his ass without much consideration, he groaned. Again the crowd laughed and commented that he could already whimper like a dog. Powers seemed to be enjoying it all very much. He ordered Kenny to pretend he was his pet. Kenny barked and wagged his tail. In fact, he didn't even have to pretend that Powers was his master, he even wanted to be his dog! Accordingly, the men were amused by Kenny's entire performance.

"Well, now one last scene. Imagine we're out for a walk. Since you are housebroken, you naturally take the opportunity to shit. Do you see this cloth? We want you to go and show us how a good puppy poops.”

One of the men removed Kenny's rubber tail and waited anxiously. At this point, Kenny didn't really care. His self esteem was gone. And so the formerly respected actor crawled to the cloth and tried hard to lay a poop in front off all those people and the camera running. Luckily it didn't last too long and the men laughed and clapped his hands on him. Kenny couldn't figure out why it happened in this particular situation, but after this “scene” his penis was completely hard. At least now he knew that his life would never be the same again.

Date: 03/30/2036

Today, Kenny Penna lives in a one-bedroom apartment in a designated fag neighborhood. He stands at work every day, a seedy canteen where he serves food to working-class men. This wasn't the life he had imagined. But President Powers had kept his word. Kenny didn't have to go back to prison. He even got an exceptional license to work as an actor. He also had a few jobs at first: he starred in various commercials and educational videos that warned citizens about the negative sides of homosexuality. Many of his former companions would have called him a traitor. But Kenny, as always, only had his career on his mind. Over time, however, fewer and fewer job offers came and so he had to give up acting of his own accord. Sometimes it happens that one of the men recognizes him and speak to him.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?"

"No, you must be mistaking me, Sir," Kenny then replies, handing him the food.