A typical shift hand-over at a provincial police station in Homolania. Employed to keep the Patriarch’s peace, and to ensure the utter erasure of all straggotry, these men are at the front line of Homolania’s quest for androphilic perfection.

To be a police officer is one of the most valued jobs in the nation. All men respect the police for the work they do in maintaining androphilic peace and restraining straggotry. All boys revere the police for being such clear manifestations of the masculinity they know they must emulate. Professional soldiers, firemen, construction workers and politicians are on the same level of virile respect, but the police hold a special place in the hearts of the homocitizenry. So, competition for police jobs is fierce. Luckily, the State hires an abundance of them. You’ll find policemen on every street corner, being the eyes and ears of the Patriarch and the Party. The State uses more high-tech means of surveillance, of course, but the old-fashioned mode of man-v-man prevails. The total panopticon of Homolania must include an overindulged and overfunded police force. It must. A man may notice a sign of straggotry where a camera won’t; he may pick up on a subtle clue of effeminacy where a secret mic doesn’t.

For these three keepers of the Patriarch’s peace, there’s a high chance they’ve all fucked, though it doesn’t matter. What matters to the Party is eroticism, not sex, per se. Every moment in life is an opportunity to indulge and embrace homoeroticism. In a country where heterosexuality doesn’t exist in law or culture (and less and less in mind or heart), and where women are further and further cast away or hidden, the homocitizenry of the national brotherhood find constant security, relief, pleasure and joy in each other. A light graze of a buddy’s ass as he’s changing; an overt sizing-up of another dude’s cock; a constant wave of compliments about each other’s androphilic virtue – men have learned so acutely that gassing each other up on the grounds of homosexual masculinity is right, and good, and just.

And mandatory. Daddy is watching. Always. Policemen know that most of all. Who watches the watchers? Daddy, of course.

Learn more about Homolania here.