You were one of the men who lived in this misandrist, oppressive society. You, like all men, were treated as pets, or slaves.

You were quite a rebellious male, compared to most of the men. You had never had an owner for more than a couple months… as your disobedient nature would never sit well with your masters.

But after a while… she came. She was kind, considerate… and unlike most owners… she treated you with respect… with dignity, even as if you weren’t just a pet, even though you were. You were allowed to sit at the table, wear your own clothes, etc… you were even allowed to not wear a collar! She pretty much treated you as her own kid.

You didn’t care though. Rumours had been going around about a male freedom protest, where a couple hundred men would meet up in the central town, and parade through the empty streets of the night. You, of course, wouldn’t give up this opportunity, and your dignity as a rebellious male relied on it. So you went.

As the crowd grew, and more and more men arrived, you began marching, chanting, demanding your freedom. Eyes began to dart across the crowd, as the loud rumbling of several Matriarch squad cars rolled towards the parade.

Several red lines flickered across the floor, forming a box marked on the ground around you. A loudspeaker announced the harsh words.

“Any males who pass this line will be shot without hesitation!”

Your heart begins to pound as you and the men around you slowly raise their hands, and get on your knees, as the loudspeaker commands.

Then you see her. Your owner, Melissa, her black flowing hair and her kind face… looking not so kind. She looked… VERY pissed off… but also disappointed and saddened… and a tad bit tired, considering you snuck out at 2 AM.

“All owners are here to take their men if they still deem you fit to serve… if they do not want you, you will be left here and will be terminated.”

You look at her, her cold staring at you, evidently unhappy.