GFAG.
A story by: Tom Tooluse
Chapter 1: The Trial
This is a fictional story bearing gay authoritarian themes for the pleasure of mature readers only. This story is to be read only by those over the age of eighteen. If erotic material offends you, stop reading now. Do not read this story if such material is deemed illegal in your area. Do not use or copy my stories without my explicit permission. This is my very first story so please forgive the errors you may find. Also bear in mind no offense is meant towards any person, group or organization. Feedback would be greatly appreciated. Please email all comments to, tooluse2@gmail.com , but please keep in mind that I am new to this. As always please help Nifty by making a donation.
The year is 2078, The United States has been fighting a long and bloody War in the Middle East for over 20 years now. Resources and manpower are at an all time low and the government has taken drastic measures to keep our economy and the military strong. The U.S. constitution has been suspended and slavery has been re instituted. In order to keep troops in line, new and sever laws and punishments have been enacted. One of the most severe forms of military punishment was enacted years ago, when the enemy stopped taking prisoners and started beheading all captured U.S. soldiers. The government needed to take strong action to stop ever growing soldier desertion rates. In order to stop the spread of military desertion the U.S. Government had enacted the GFAG laws and punishments. The government has always been fond of acronyms. G.I. For example stands for a U.S. soldier or government issued items. Under the new law, GFAG stood for , PROPERTY of "Government Facilities and Army Grounds", and is almost always shortened to FAG. The term FAG is not to be confused with the old derogatory term used in the past that referred to homosexuals. That derogatory term has long since died away after the Supreme Court Ruling of 2015 on Gay Rights. In 2078 , under the GFAG laws, any soldier found guilty of desertion and cowardice receives one of the cruelest forms of punishment man has ever thought of. First off, the guilty soldier loses his right to be considered human. His name and ID is stricken from all government and private records. He is issued a control number and from that point on becomes PROPERTY of the Government and no longer a human being. It is actually against the law for him to wear clothes or to be treated by a doctor. From sentencing onwards all his medical needs will be handled by a Veterinarian. He is then publicly and permanently marked. His ownership papers and new ID are given to either the Army or Marines for their total and uncontrolled usage. His usage by the military will fall into 4 stages. Stage One: Military Pleasure Animal. Stage Two: Military Prison Relief Animal. Stage Three: Animal Relief Equipment. Stage Four: Military Parts Harvesting. I tell you all this so you will have a better understanding of my situation as I lay here naked on an animal operating table. I lay here staring up at the bright operating lights above me as Veterinarian doctors swarm about me preparing to cut me open. I'm totally paralyzed but alert from the medication I had been given. The government calls this last stage " Final payment for those who have wronged their nation and comrades ".
I grew up in a small Texas town. My mother was a housewife and my dad worked on a local ranch. My two younger brothers and I were average boys growing up. Being the slightly older brother I usually forced my brothers into playing war related video games with me rather than other types of games. I just couldn't wait till I was old enough to join the military. On my 18th birthday I enlisted in the Army. Ever since I could remember I had wanted to be in the Army and serve my county. I'd watch daily news broadcasts of the war and dreamed of being in uniform on the front lines- fighting along side my buddies. I craved the privilege of being able to be a soldier and wear the uniform , even more than I craved sex. I had no problem getting into the Army. After all I was built- no I mean really built for a guy my age. I played all the major sports at school and worked out hard every evening in the gym. I was a great Ice Hockey player. The MVP of my High School Baseball team. Last but not least, I was the captain of our Football Team. If I must say so myself- I looked great! A white- 6 foot muscular young Adonis. Just about all the really hot girls in High School were after me. I'm not bragging- just being honest when I say I got pussy at least three times a week. My chest had a well defined six pack, rippling with muscle. If you were to throw a nickel at my chest it would bounce of like cold water on a hot frying pan. My pecks were just right. Solid and large, not man boob in size, just nice firm mounds that were topped by very sensitive rounded protruding nips. My muscular abdomen liked like it had been sculpted by a master artist. My face could win a girls heart and entrance into her panties with just a smile, or wink. My dirty blond hair was always kept just a little disheveled to give me that bad boy look. My arms and legs were my best features. After years of dedicated workouts and sports they had become so muscular that I had a hard time finding pants and shirts to fit over the muscles. Even I was impressed by their bulk. At times I'd stand in front of a mirror to just watch myself flex my arm muscles. My cock to me , was what I thought every guys cock looked like. It hung about 4 inches when flaccid. With the shyest looking cock head to fool the girls. However when hard my cock took on a mean demanding look. It stuck out a good 10 inches and the head took on the shape of a battering ram. I never compared my cock to any of the other guys in the locker room- but I've been told by the girls I've fucked that a thick 10" cock like mine is not a common thing. I especially liked the bulging veins running along my cocks thick shaft ending at the dark purple , almost mean looking mushroom head. Dame did the girls moan as I'd fuck them, and dame did I ever enjoy it. Below my man meat was a nice low hanging ball sack with two large egg shaped testicles. I loved the feel of my super sensitive balls swinging in the air , and hitting the girls pussy as I'd fuck her deep and fast. My pride and joys I'd call them. My man jewels. The jewels that held my man seed that I could someday use to make babies. To make future clones of me. For as well built as my body was- I must admit I spent very little time developing my mind. I guess you could say I wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. I ignored school work and had no interest in government- laws or politics.
The day for me to report to my Army Training base came only two weeks after I graduated High School. Since the War was in a particularly bad state- I was fast tracked. Rather than reporting to a regular military base for basic training- I was sent to an Army Quick Base center. These were something new the government was trying out. Usually young recruits in great physical shape were sent there to speed up their training. The government wanted these new soldiers to get into the war as soon as possible. My Quick Base was a small fenced in place- and looked like an old run down High School. It was located in the Midwest in a farming area of the country. My induction took place without any hitches. But when they handed me my boots- government issued white boxer underwear and ACUs ( Army Combat Uniform ) I almost shot a load of cum in my pants. I was that excited. Honest to God. I got a hard on as I picked up the pile of uniform clothing and just stood still till my boner eventually went down on its own. After a few lectures we were sent onward to finish induction, receive our paper work and be assigned a bunk in the barracks.
Quick Base was great. I made friends with all the other new recruits. I excelled in my war training classes and weapons classes. The first 4 weeks were everything I had ever wanted. However things changed when PT started. The physical Training classes were run by an officer named Sgt. Frank Biggs. Boy did his name ever fit him. The man was big- I mean huge. The man had muscles on top of muscles. Sgt. Biggs stood at least 6'4" , tight brown crew cut hair - tanned body and a look that would make your blood go cold with just one glance. There was something evil about the man. I could never put my finger on it, but there was something in his eyes that told me to steer clear of him. Officer Biggs came from a southern family that owned several large farms. Since the government needed a large supply of food during the war, Biggs family was given first selection and discounts on purchasing slaves. I heard stories from the other recruits that as a young man Biggs got into trouble with the local slave authority due to misuse and harsh treatment of the family's slaves. I heard told that the rough treatment was sexual in nature and that the slaves were never the same after Biggs was through with them. Some say that's why Biggs joined the Army. It was his way of staying out of legal trouble.
For some reason I got the feeling, right from the start, that Biggs didn't like me. Or was it that he liked me to much. Anytime I was in his class he would watch me real close. He would select me for any and all demonstrations- especially those with physical contact. When dressing or undressing for PT class I would notice Sgt. Biggs watching me from the window that looked from his office into the locker room. One day during MMA ( Mixed Martial Arts ) class Biggs called on me to demonstrate a few wrestling and martial arts moves. I had taken Martial Arts classes when in HS so I felt confident as I approached him on the mat. He removed his shirt and just left on his thin brown PT shorts. This evil hulk of a man was facing me with just loose thin brown shorts on. I always thought I had a great body, but Biggs was so muscular he looked as though he could snap my body in half like a twig. Being a cocky young stud I removed my shirt and kicked off my sneakers and socks to match his dress. I couldn't help but look at his chest. Dame was he built. I fixed my glare at his 6 pack, and happened to look up in his face. I could have sworn he was smirking at me. Yet it was something more, there was something evil in his eyes. No sooner did the match start that Biggs took me down. He had me on my stomach, flat on the mat, his body grinding into mine from on top. Was it my imagination or had his cock started to harden as he pressed his huge frame against mine. I thought for sure I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass crack as I squirmed to get away from his hold. Suddenly he flipped me over. There I lay on my back, and once again he was fully on top of me- pressing his crotch hard against mine, much harder than needed to be. It was no longer my imagination- his cock ,was hard. Hard and huge. Hell it had to be at least 12" and as fat around as a coke can. But that couldn't be. No man could have a cock that large. He would grind his crotch deep into mine. Sweat from his body dripped onto mine. He grabbed my wrists and held my arms up high above my head- tightly, very tightly squeezing. What was I to do. I was just a new soldier. I looked around at the crowd of my piers who were yelling and shouting directions on how to escape the hold. None of them could see Sgt. Biggs boner as it pressed on my body. The cock was demanding as it would slip up and down against my most vulnerable opening. I started to panic and looked up at Biggs. No doubt about it this time- his face was smirking and that glint in his eye was very mean and evil. He eyes stared into mine and seemed as though they were say, " I OWN YOU". I felt helpless. I could feel his long hard cock pressing against my ass hole ,as though he were trying to fuck me through the fabric of our PT shorts. With his arms holding up my arms I could smell the strong rank smell coming from his arm pits. It was the smell of a man. Not a perfumed deodorant smell- no- this was the smell of a bull of a man. At one point he positioned his sweating chest so that drips of his sweat fell into my open goaning mouth. There I lay. On my back. A monster of a cock pressing into my barely covered ass, smelling another mans scent and tasting his sweat as it dripping into my open mouth. Worst of all- we were surrounded by 20 Army Soldiers, all yelling in that deep tone young men have when allowed to let it out. I felt like a trapped animal. He just continued grinding his hard cock against my hole-pressing and pressing and smiling that evil grin at me. My mind snapped. I quickly closed my mouth. Instinctively I twisted my arm and broke one hand free. I grabbed his neck- placed my leg under his leg and with all my might, twisted my body. In doing so, I flipping Sgt. Biggs over onto his back. I quickly pressed his shoulders to the mat. The crowd yelled and cheered. I had just pinned my PT instructed. If looks could kill- one glacé at Biggs face told me I was a dead man. His cock had gone soft as he got up from his prone position- but I think I saw a wet spot on the front of his brown PT shorts. Again I looked at the crowd of other soldiers to see if they had seen his hard cock and how he was trying to fuck me right in front of them. But I got no sign of recognition from the crowd. All they saw was a MMA demonstration. As we left class that day- I could feel Biggs eyes following me out of the gym.
The recruits slept in the barracks but the officers had private rooms. Sgt. Biggs room was right next to the open barracks bay where we new recruits slept. My bunk was the closest to the wall that separated Biggs room from the barracks bay. Just at lights out as I lay in my bunk I saw Biggs walk to the barracks bay opening , look my way, and head slowly towards my bunk. But when Biggs was about 10 feet away from me, another officer yelled out to him that he had a surprise for him and that he should get his ass to his room on the double. I could faintly hear the sound of chains- muffled talking- then what sounded like slaps and punches. For a good hour I heard moans , grunts and cries ,punctuated by more slaps and punches. In the morning I asked one of the other recruits if he had heard the noises from Biggs room. He laughed real loud and said " I guess he got himself a new GFAG ". Just as I was about to ask what a GFAG was- an announcement came on the PA for us to all pack up and get ready for immediate deployment. There was to be a new push at the front lines and we were shipping out ASAP. Excitement took over and my mind shifted into good soldier mode and I packed and got ready for my new life as an active duty soldier!!
We were no longer going to be recruits, we would finally be active duty fighting soldiers. It was a two hour drive to the nearest Air Force base . Once there we boarded a troop air transport. The 12 hour flight left us all totally exhausted. Guys would just lean against one another and fall asleep on your buddies shoulder. Dame I felt at home- guys being guys- military brotherhood and bonding- I was so proud ! The transport landed in some God forsaken Middle East country. We were met by our platoon leader and assigned lodging in the barracks. But all we cared about was sleep. To a man we were all fast asleep within minutes. Early the next morning the shouting started and we jumped out of our bunks and sprang to attention. An officer walked the line and picked out three of us , including me, to immediately go with his soldiers on a morning recon mission. " No time for shit and shower ladies- get dressed and outside on the double""he barked. I never got dressed so fast in my life. I jumped into my uniform, gave myself a wide grin- dame was I proud and happy , and I ran out to join the others. We jumped into a truck and drove the three hours towards the front lines. Along the way we would pass farm houses- a few bombed out buildings and groups of local freedom fighters. We rounded a corner as we entered a bombed out town, and suddenly all hell broke loose. Bullets were flying towards us and bombs blowing up all around. We jumped out of the truck and took cover. Each of us at point. Bullets zipped past me from all directions. Shells exploded not far from me. My adrenalin coursed through my body. The officer yelled for us to head towards a low cinder block building to our far right. I ran towards it with all my might. Then boom- a flash- a noise and all went black. I was out cold.
I heard voices, men's voices, was I alive or was I dead? The voices became sharper , and clearer. I could feel a hand shaking my shoulder. " Get up Soldier" again the hand shook my shoulder. " Get the fuck up Soldier". I opened my eyes and looked around. Standing around me were four U.S. Solders, in full gear, with their weapons pointed at me. I looked around me, I was in bed- --what the fuck--- how did I get into a bed. I was in a bed in a bedroom in a farm house. How did I get there- where was there? Suddenly the hand shaking my shoulder roughly grabbed me, flipped me over and put a twist tie hand restraint on me- the kind we used on prisoners of War. " You fucking deserter" barked the soldier. We have been looking for you ever since we came across the dead bodies of your comrades. We expected to find you dead or wounded- not sleeping in bed at a farm house two miles away from the ambush site!" he then spit on me " Fucking deserters " and the other soldiers dragged me to their truck. Everything moved very fast after that. I was flown back home- taken to a large Military base on the east coast. I was placed in a cell and assigned a lawyer. I had no idea how I got to that farm house. My mind was totally blank. My lawyer said my trial would be tomorrow and there would be no need to go over the dreary possibilities .
The next morning I was brought into the courtroom- still dressed in the uniform I wore the day of the battle. My uniform- my prized uniform. I sat with my lawyer at a small table. In front of us , at a tall bench like desk sat a women judge. She was middle aged and kind looking. On each side of her sat a high ranking Army Military Officer. My lawyer leaned over and told me the two military officers and the civilian judge would together decide my fate.
The four soldiers that had found me in the farm house bed , testified. Next my lawyer spoke. He did his best to explain why the battle must have blacked out my memory- but the whole trial seemed to last only one hour. This can't be happening. I'm a good person- I'd never desert- I'm innocent. The judge and the two military officers left the courtroom, only to return 20 minutes later.
As the judge sat down, a large MP guard came up to me and guided me in front of the judges bench and left me there. There I stood, all alone, dressed in in my boots and prized ACUs before honorable Judge Margaret Cambell. Judge Cambell changed her rather kind facial expression to a stern expression as she glanced at the verdict listed on a paper in front of her. "Mr John Barrington, it is the finding of this military court of the United States of America- that you are GUILTY of desertion and cowardly acts. As set forth by the laws of the United States, your punishment will be the maximum allowed by law. You are now and forever will be , classified GFAG ( property of GOVERNMENT FACILITIES and ARMY GROUNDS ). Desertion in time of war is the lowest a human can sink. Therefore the government of the United States will no longer recognize you as a human. John Barrington no longer exists. All records both public and private will be stricken of your name and identity. Family members will be notified. From this point till your death- you are the property of the U.S. Government and will be owned by the U.S. Army. You will be identified as 13567. You are from this point onward just an item. a thing to be used and abused by the Army in any manor they wish. The Army has absolutly no restrictions on how they are to treat or dispose of you. From this point forward humans are instructed to be as humiliating, unthinking and cruel towards you as is humanly possible. May the tortuous way you live out your remaining days be a lesson and example to all military and civilian citizens that the U.S. Government considers desertion the worst of all crimes. Your presence here is disgusting to me and all humans. At this time you will be striped naked and publicly whipped. You will then be placed on public display for a full day. You will be Marked , Popped and Punched and then sent for modification and training. You will spend your remaining years naked and serving the government and its citizens in the four stages of GFAG. May God have mercy on you - for no man ever will."
Upon hearing my sentence I broke into uncontrolled crying. Five guards came up to me and started removing my boots- socks - ACU top and brown undershirt. I was being fully undressing in front of the packed courtroom. Another guard had sissors and started cutting away my ACU pants. Through my crying and sobbing, I said " Not my ACUs. Please don't cut my pants". A large guard swiftly backhanded me across the face- sending waves of pain through my cheeks. Again he backhanded me- even harder. " Don't you fucking dare to speak to a human ever again you FAG.". By now my pants had been cut away. I was left standing in just my military issue white boxer underwear. It was at that point I was turned to face the crowd of spectators in the courtroom. In the back left corner of the room I could see video cameras. This was being broadcast on the military channel. In the offices, barracks and homes, thousands were watching my shame. A guard grabbed my boxers and yanked them down, tearing them from my body. My cock and balls flopped out and instinctively I tried to cover myself. Again I was backhanded across the face. "FAG , don't you dare try to cover what belongs to the citizens of the U.S. ". I stood there naked before this large hateful crowd. The crowd bargain to cheer and yell. I could hear people making fun of my fear shriveled cock and balls. "Look at that little weenie." "The worlds never going to miss that cock." "My son has a bigger pecker than IT does". I looked up at the crowd and for the first time noticed friends that I had gone through military basic training with. One of them spit in my direction, and the spit landed on my right shoulder. One of the MPs told me to stand up nice and tall so the Army photographer could get real good "Before Pictures" to go into my ownership file and also to be posted on the Governments GFAG web site. I instinctively shook my head no. The guard lifted his taser, turned a dial on it and zapped me on my left arm. A shock went through my body sending pain from my head to toes " That was the lowest setting animal- will you comply or do I turn up the voltage?".i nodded I would comply and an Army photographer approached me and started taking hundreds of pictures of my muscular naked young body. He told me to lift both arms and make a muscle. He told me to spread my legs, to hop on one leg- to touch my pecks. His camera continually snapping pictures. Pictures of my full body- my abs- my chest- my ass hole- my balls and my cock. The tears were now streaming down my face without control . I was being told to make different poses- to bend over- to spread my legs- to lift my balls- to spread my ass checks. All the time strangers and ex friends in the courtroom giggled and laughed. Most had their phones out and were also taking pictures or videos of my naked pose routine. I wanted to run and hide but I dared not move. "Now wipe away those tears and smile for the camera- lick your lips- open your mouth seductively " said the photographer."I wanted to say no, but as my mouth opened , the guard lifted his taser. Once again, I had no choice but to comply. Then I felt a sharp pain, a needle was injected into my ass from behind. As I turned to look behind me the guard spoke again "That shot will instantly give you the largest- stiffest hard on your cock has ever had. But don't get used to it- it goes soft in about five minutes" my eyes widened "enjoy the view for the last time" he said. What did he mean by that? Oh no- oh no, in front of a hundred or more spectators and thousands of TV watchers, my cock started to stiffen on its own. I was so embarrassed. I was an animal on display, and my own cock was mocking me. The guard was correct. My boner was huge. Harder than I had ever seen it. My cock head turned a deep purple color and I could feel pre cum starting to ooze from it. Again I could hear the photographers camera taking picture after picture- pose after pose. Please please make this all stop my mind kept repeating . Eventually my public photo session was done. But to my horror A brace was wheeled over and the guards fastened my wrists and ankles to each corner of the brace. I was now manacled but still naked and exposed for the world to see! The judge called for the Veterinarian. The rather young animal doctor approached the brace and injected a needle between my shoulder blades, in an area I could never reach. Pressing on the needles plunger, he injecting an item into my body. He instructed the Judge that the tracking device was now in place and operational. Next the vet reached down into a black leather bag and pulled out a strange metal device. He placed a clear jell onto the device and pressed it against my ass hole. I yelled in pain as the device entered my ass hole. The guard came up to me and slapped me three times, hard across the face as the courtroom crowd cheered. The guard whispered into my ear " Shut the fuck up- or I'll think of something that will make you shut up" The Vet proceeded to push the silver metal butt plug lock up my ass. As the metal plug sank in, it made an audible sucking noise which made the crowd giggle and laugh. Why was he doing this to me? Why did all these people hate me so much? The Vet leaned down and started turning a screw at the back base of the plug and I could feel it expanding in my ass. Growing larger and larger it hurt like hell. I could feel metal spikes expanding inside my ass. How would they ever get that thing out of me. Please stop- I screamed to myself in my own mind. But I dared not cry out or say a word. The Vet then placed a key into the back of the device and turned the key. He approached the Judge, handed her the key and said "The people's property has now been ceremonially locked , to demonstrate ownership, as is custom your honor." With tears streaming down my face from shame, humiliation and pain- I could briefly see the courtroom crowd recoil backwards as in shock. Then suddenly there was a swish and a snap and pain shot through my body and my eyes saw a great flash of light. I was being whipped. I couldn't breath. Again the whip came down and I knew I was screaming at the top of my lungs- but I could not hear a sound. The pain was so intense that it blocked out all my other senses. There was no sound- no taste- no vision. There was only excruciating pain. The whipping continued. "Stroke 5" the guard counted out loud. I cried, I yelled. "Stroke 10" I begged and whimpered , drool fell from my mouth and by nose ran. "Stroke 11, 12" I began to babble like a baby, making just noises, "Stroke 15, ,20, , 25". Then I mercifully passed out.
I slowly awoke with the sounds of clanging metal and intense heat. I lay naked in a large Quad in the center of the Army base. I could feel grass under me. My eyes had a hard time adjusting to the light. Had I been dreaming ? Perhaps this was all a nightmare. Was I back home asleep in my bed. Maybe I was in the barracks, in my cot, waking from a bad dream. Suddenly my face and neck were hit with cold water. A hose was showering my face and neck. The water was ice cold. Then a voice spoke "looks like our little FAG is finally awake". I had not been dreaming. I had passed out from the whipping. My life was the nightmare. As the soldier hosed me with cold water, he continued to speak. "Well there , you little piece of shit. While you were passed out, my buddy and I gave you a little present. A new piece of jewelry, just for you. Something for you to wear forever" then he and his buddy started laughing. "We just welded a nice thick iron collar around your neck. We could have used a thiner collar or one made of a nice light metal- but we chose good old heavy iron. This way , every day of your life ,that heavy thick collar will remind you that you are the lowest of the low. You are below a beast of burden, you are even below a slave." More laughing from the soldier and a crowd of onlookers that had gathered . "That collar has some nifty things on and built into it. It contains chaining rings, another tracking device- and its also a high voltage remote shock collar. The collar has a few other surprises, some that can even go Boom." Laughing at his own joke he and his buddy walked away. Their job was done. They had welded shut an iron collar around my neck and hosed away the heat of the welding spots. Five large MP guards picked me up from the ground and dragged me towards two tall metal poles sticking up from the ground. Once again I was spread eagle as the guards chained my wrists and ankles to the metal poles. I was on full public display. Totally naked , for people to look at and make fun of. My arms were stretched outward and upward. My legs were pulled wide apart leaving my fully exposed cock and balls jutting slightly forward from my pubic hair for anyone to see or even grasp. My ass still had the lock plug inserted and in plain view for all to see. My shame and embarrassment was apparent as my face blushed red and I twisted in a futile attempt to hide my private parts. The twisting only made matters worse by making my cock flip from side to side giving the crowd an added show. I'm guessing perhaps an hour had passed since my whipping. It must be only about 6 pm. The judge said I'd be on public display for a full day. Does this mean I'll hang here, in the central parade ground of the base till 6pm tomorrow? I just want this to all end. To go away. I want to go home.. All I ever wanted in life was to be a good soldier. To be of service to my country. Then intense pain shot through me. My back began to burn and I yelled out in agony. "You like that boy"? , asked the one MP Guard? My friend and I have been instructed to spead this salt and water paste all over the cuts and sores on your back that were left by the whipping" I dared to speak "Please Stop- please stop hurting me- please, please , I beg you, stop ,,why are you doing this to me" but I was met by another hard slap across the face. " Boy your only going to learn the hard way aren't you. GFAGs never speak unless told to do so. You naked animals are always to remain silent".
Video crews set up cameras off to the far side- then left. I guessed they were planning on broadcasting events that would take place later. Other guards brought out items and started placing them around me. There were two large cartons with the words Souvenir Tweezers, and my ID number 13567 printed on the box. The guard opened the cartons to expose what had to be hundreds of tweezers with #13567 and GFAG printed on them. I could only guess these were pre printed , just waiting for the next GFAG event. Another guard held a large plastic pail , with the word Donation across it. He fastened the bucket to the front of the right pole. He next inserted a rubber hose , the thickness of a drinking straw, into the bottom of the bucket, taped it up the pole - wrapped it around my arm- and fixed it to my collar so the end of the hose was next to my mouth. Another guard placed a sign with a stake on it , into the ground in front of me. Before doing so he showed me the sign. It read. "GFAG # 13567 , Deserter , SHOW HIM NO MERCY. All in his company died as he ran away and slept in bed. Feel free to take pictures and enjoy abusing him. Men may make donations in the bucket. All are welcome to use and keep the souvenir tweezers. Public festivities start at daybreak tomorrow. All are required to watch the Punching ceremony at 5:45pm." Why me, why me. Then I watched as all five guards picked up a pair of tweezers. They each walked up to different parts of my body. They used the tweezers to grab hold of an arm hair- a pubic hair- ball sack hair- eyebrow hair and leg hair. At the count of three , they all pulled out their respective hairs. I screamed and they laughed. Crowds began to form and soldiers took pictures as I hung there nude. Men and women soldiers picked up tweezers and pulled out hair from all parts of my body. The pain shot from all around my body. as each person selected a different area to yank out hair. Two of the guards were posted next to me, so I dared not say a word to any of the humans. Oh God, they have me calling them humans now. A nicely built young soldier about my age walked up to me along with his uniformed father. Dame his father must be proud of him. The boy took his fist and punched me in the stomach. Then with his open hand he smacked my ball sack. I tried to double up in pain, but my bindings kept me from moving. "Easy Son his father said- we don't want to ruin tomorrow's fun" with that the boy looked me in the face and spit at me. He then walked over to the Donation bucket. He undid his belt, pulled down his pants zipper, unbuttoned the top button, fished his limp cock out of his boxer briefs, aimed his cock at the bucket and began pissing into the bucket. As he pissed in the bucket he looked at me and said " Enjoy this, you piece of shit". He then ended his piss- zipped up- took a selfie of his father and himself, with me in the background. Then left. As others were yanking out hair from all over my body with the supplied tweezers- the guard came over to me and said "" Incase they failed to tell you. From now on, for the rest of your life, your only allowed to drink piss. Sometimes the Vet or others will add things to the piss, but it will always be another mans piss you will drink. Only nice recycled yellow water for You". I shook my head no- he laughed and pointed to the sun. "O Yes you will FAG. You will drink it ! It's kind of funny how the SUN and its heat, will make you drink that SONs piss as your first liquid as a FAG. Plus that " hard on" needle they gave you in the courtroom is designed to make you super thirsty, for this very reason." he couldn't stop laughing at his own joke, as all around me people were pulling out my hairs, one at a time.
For hours I hung in the hot blistering sun as passing soldiers amused themselves by plucking out the hair from my body using the souvenir tweezers . It must have been in the 90s. The heat and pain were to much for me. Strangely I had an uncontrollable need to drink liquid. The medication must be kicking in. Sure enough, as the guard had said. I could take the thirst no longer. I leaned my head toward the rubber tube and took a small sip of the teen Sons piss. It was bitter and salty all at the same time. But I needed liquid. How low I had already started to sink. I was drinking piss. More men came and made Donations into the bucket. My eyebrows , ball sack and pubic bush were now gone. Plucked away by soldiers. Each strand of hair had been pulled out. I must have been photographed hundreds of times. People called me names and spit on me and hit me. I just hung there, and drank even more piss. Then another panic set in. I had taken in so much piss, that now I had to piss. I looked over at the one guard- who seemed to read my mind. " Your an animal, just piss". I let loose with my piss , splattering on the grass in front of me. The stream even reached the sign. Soldiers in the crowd took out there phones and took videos of me pissing. Some even walked up close and zoomed in on my flaring piss slit as the yellow liquid spraying out from it. My humiliation was their enjoyment. The night wore on- the crowds left- the air got cool. I shivered in the cool night air- my now plucked , hanging aching body hung limp as I finally fell asleep.
I woke to the sound of a drill and a searing pain in my nose. I jolted open my eyes to see the bright morning light, a crowd of soldiers in front of me- the video cameras going and both guards holding my head up and firmly in place. A soldier was drilling through the septum in my nose. I screamed in pain, the crowd cheered , hooted and yelled out " Good Morning" " Ringing Time" "Look at the bull now". The soldier pulled the small drill bit from my septum and inserted a steel ring into the newly formed hole. He squeezed it shut with another tool and soldered it closed. " The heat from this gun will warm that ring and cauterize your nose. At training they will weld shut the rings" said the soldier. He then went on to my ears and put steel rings in them also. The crowd chanted " animal- animal- deserter- deserter ". What had my life become. They can't do this to me. This is not fair. This is not legal. Yet the crowds cheered- took pictures and pulled what few strands of hair were left on my now baby smooth body. Soldiers slapped and punched me. Guys pulled on my nose and ear rings, causing even more pain. Buddies took selfies standing in front of me. One soldier pointed to my cock and jokingly said to his wife--" look honey , IT has a pee pee. What a waste of skin ". Female soldiers would go up to my cock and hold it and pull on it and giggle. They were correct- I was no longer a person. The full day of public display was doing just what it was meant to do. It made me began to question my existence. I was starting to realize what I now was. At least I THOUGHT I understood.
Around noon I was hosed down again. The salt on my back, the spit and crud all over me was washed away with ice cold water. Two of the guards wiped me down and dried me off , with what I thought was sand paper, only to see they were using very corse rags. Then another solder approached wearing a Haz Mat suite, carrying what looked like a paint sprayer. All he said was " close your eyes and don't dare open them till I tell you or you will go blind." He turned on the machine as the guards darted out of the way. A foul smelling thick liquid shot from the machine and coated every inch of my body. I do mean every inch. I hung there , my mouth closed and eyes tightly shut , as the liquid dried. Ten minutes later I was being hosed off again and told I could open my eyes. The guy in the Haz Mat suit took off his head gear and said. " From now till the day you die you will be hairless- not one single strand of hair will ever grow on your body again. Only humans deserve hair. Your now a nice smooth IT." and he walked away.
My life was going from bad to worse so fast it was hard for me to comprehend it all. I was no longer considered a human, I had been publicly whipped to the cheers of spectators. Salt was spread on my wounds and my hair was plucked out, all for the pleasure of others. Now I'm nude and as smooth as a baby. Plus I have animal rings hanging from my nose and ears. When I'm thirsty I drink other men's piss. With this last thought I began to chock up and had a hard time getting my breath. I'm only 18. I'm only 18. I I have no life. Nothing on planet Earth could be worse than this- the judge was so correct. I then felt the MP Guard flick my nose ring, and pulling it a little to watch the pain flash in my eyes " Is baby animal feeling sad? " "Well to fucking bad" and with that he punched me hard in my gut. I hung my head low and just took short breaths to try and end the pain in my gut. As I lifted my head a little I noticed the video cameras were being packed up and taken away. That had to be a good sign. God knows I need a little good news. I can't take any more. I just can't.
The day dragged on as I hung naked, in the hot sun, in the center of this busy Army base. I drank piss from the Donation bucket. Piss from soldiers who had the life I always wanted.
The humiliating crowds seemed to thin out a bit and the video cameras were gone. Those video cameras had recorded and broadcast every embarrassing and painful moment of the day. How many thousands of military personnel and their families had watched my downfall. My steady decline from an All American Stud to a ringed Animal. At least I only had a few short hours left to endure. The worst is over. I can do this. The worst is over I kept saying to myself. I can do this. From across the lawn I could see the Bases Commanding officer walking my way. Perhaps he was coming to tell me that this whole thing had been a mistake- a horrible mistake. Perhaps he was coming over to apologize and tell the guards to unchain me from the polls. I knew this couldn't be real. I just knew it.
As the Commander approached the two guards stood at attention and saluted. The Commander saluted back and told them to stand at ease. The Commander then turned to me and spoke. " I have better things to do today than wasting my time with a piece of shit like you. Twice today the law requires I tell you about up coming events. Not because we give a shit about clearing up things in your mind or answering your questions. I don't give a fuck about you. The law has me do this because the knowledge of what is about to happen to you will cause you more apprehension and discomfort - precisely what we want. " My eyes fixed on him- what does he mean? What events? What else could they do to me. Nothing could be worse- nothing. Again the Commander spoke "You still think your a human, you still think your a man. After everything that has happened to you today, I'm sure your still telling yourself that your a man, not an Animal. Your still telling yourself this is all a mistake. That soon you will get your life and name back. Well animal, that's not going to happen. The government knows very well what's going on in your brain. Plus there is the issue of revenge- revenge in the name of all the dead comrades that you deserted. So the government has a new twist on an old military punishment. In times past when one recruit made it hard for all the others- they would have a night time Blanket Party. A group of soldiers would put hard bars of sold soap in their tube socks. At night they would creep towards the sleeping soldier that had made life tough for them. A few of the guys would hold the trouble makers blanket tightly pressed against him and the bed so he could not move. The others would swing their soap bar laden socks , slamming them into his body- over and over again. As he would try to scream in pain other solders covered his mouth making that impossible. The sold bars of soap hitting his body hurt more than punches. The soldier would twist in pain but not be able to get away from the blows.Then after they had inflicted enough pain- the group would go back to bed. The beaten trouble maker would lay there moaning and sobbing all night." my mind began to race a mile a minute. Was I to face more pain. How would this make me feel like I was no longer a man? How would this make me hate myself and give up hope? But again the commander spoke "However today we are going to do something far worse to you. Today we are going to prove to you that you are no longer a man" my blood ran cold. I became pale and just stared into his face. " In a little while you are to be Popped " With that he walked away. As he approached the Bases Administration building I saw him pass the Vet who had worked on me in the courtroom. The two stopped and chatted for a minute and both started laughing. The Commander then entered his building and the Vet walked towards me. The Vet did not speak to me, he didn't even look at me. He just walked around to my back- knelt down . Opened up something, took out a key, grabbed the base of the metal plug that was still in my ass- put in the key and unlocked the plug. He then turned the screw on the base of the plug. I could feel the the plug getting smaller and smaller. The Vet then just roughly yanked the plug out of my ass, and it made a very loud pop. The two guards and the Vet all broke into laughter at the same time. "Animal sure can carry a tune" said the Vet, and they all laughed again. " To bad the video cameras didn't record that" said a guard. "They will be recording better than that in a little while. The plug did a good job, animal here won't bleed" replied the Vet, then he just walked away.
What did he mean " I won't bleed "? I began to shake. My whole body shook in fear. The Commanding Officer was correct. The knowledge that something bad was about to happen made things even worse. I looked up to the sky and was about to say , God,, but a loud chirp came from the Walkie Talkies that the two guards had attached to their belts. "Bring 13567 to the Popping Room- their ready for him" boomed a voice from the Walkie Talkies. Oh no- oh no- oh no, I kept repeating. The guards undid my piss straw. Next they unfastened my ankles, then my wrists. I almost fell to the ground, but a guard on each side grabbed me under my arms and marched me towards the large gym building. We entered a side entrance and went through the Men's locker room area. Inside the locker room you could smell the strong smell of Men. That mixture of sweat- testosterone- feet and arrogance. "Breath deep animal- that's the smell of your Masters" said the guard. In piles on the floor I could see used towels and forgotten articles of clothing. Ahead of us was a steel door with a sign on it that read Wrestling Room. Upon entering the room I saw 3 video cameras and their crews. In each corner of the room was a large MP Guard. To the left were the two officers that , along with the Judge, had found me guilty. The one officer held a small remote control. In the center of the room was a low padded small table. The Officer without the remote spoke first. "FAG 13567- there are only two times during today's events when you may speak freely- during Popping and during Punching" "Yell- beg- speak all you want- the audience will enjoy it" with that he pointed to the cameras. "The government wanted to find candidates that would have the proper amount of rage and revenge to Pop you. I think we did a great job finding them" with that the four soldiers who had found me in bed at the farm house entered. The four looked at me with such hate in their eyes , that I wanted to turn and run. Seeing the look on my face - the guards holding me tightened their grip on me. "13567 yesterday you were a GI , today you are a FAG. As such you are not a Man, and never will be. We will now prove to you , you are no longer a man. However , you do have a value in living- or I should say purpose. As do all items owned by the government. Your value and purpose will be to serve real men. Your only purpose for living will be to serve and please real men- in the way real men need service and pleasure". With that said , all four of the Soldiers began to remove their boots- and unbutton their tops. Two of the soldiers obscenely rubbed their crotch areas. My eyes widened and both fear and resistance shot through me , I looked at the officer and said "No- I Won't, I'm Not, I can't, I won't, I'm not like that- please don't make me, please " Then the camera men zoomed in on me. The Officer with the remote turned to the other officer and said " This should be fun- he's good- I bet the government makes a lot of money off the sale of this video. Lots of guys out there will buy this. Plus the audience on The Military Pay to View Channel is spending a lot right now". Oh God- their selling this- I have to run- I can't do this- I won't do this- I'm a man- I'm not an Animal. I was about to turn and run for the door when the officer with the remote lifted it- said my ID number- I looked at him and he pressed a button on the remote. "OH GOD " I yelled at the top of my lungs as pain shot through my body. The collar around my next sent wave after wave of pain through my body. I sank to my knees and pissed myself. Again the camera zoomed in on my contorted face and my penis pissing all over the floor. The pain stopped- I took a breath and the Officer pressed the button again and I started flopping around on the floor like a fish out of water. The officer said " that's setting 3" - there are many many stronger settings- one that will even kill you- I hope my finger doesn't slip onto that one" everyone in the room, except the four soldiers , laughed at that comment. The officer spoke again " always remember FAG 13567, you are and will always be a Government FAG for real solders." He pointed towards a space to the left. " Go over there and kneel, and open that pretty little mouth" he lifted the remote. I looked at it . I then did as instructed!