GFAG A story by Tom Tooluse
Chapter 10 : Please Sir, Use Me Often
This is a sexually explicit erotic gay story only to be read by mature legal adults over the age of 18. If this type of material offends you or is not legal in your area, then do not read this story. Please forward all comments to tooluse2@gmail.com. As always, please make a generous donation to Nifty.
The bases commanding officer had the final say as to the fate of the two GFAGs that had become friends and plotted to escape. Since they were not humans, they had no rights in the United States. There was no lawyer, there was no court, there was only the decision of the Commanding officer. It was well known that the Commanding officer hated all GFAGs. He had commented on several occasions that he felt total modification or execution were the only two verdicts that should be given a deserter, and he preferred execution. He had often stated that early GFAGs, like the two plotters, had minimal modifications, and this gave them the hope of getting their old life back. But with total modification, there was never a hope of going back to how life used to be.
The government was doing well on the War Front. Many new attacks on the enemy and terrorists strongholds had been successful. Plans were already in place to strike the enemy even harder. Daily briefings among officers were held , and new deployment orders were set to be given out. To rally troop moral a large gathering of the soldiers was held at the base auditorium. The Commander was going to give out some details of the impending new strikes and plans to concur the enemy. To amuse the soldiers until the speeches got underway. The FAGs were ordered to put on a little show first. I and about 10 others were told to mill around the troops and offer our selfs as urinals or a receptacle for cum. During the burlesque show put on by the stage FAGs I must have been used by about 8 soldiers. Five had to piss and three needed a blowjob. As always I was very obedient and showed my gratitude by kissing the soldiers boots when finished. Sucking cock and drinking piss had become so routine for me that I actually did it with a sense of pride. I always tried my hardest to not allow one drop of a real mans piss to land on the floor. I would also make mental notes as how each man enjoyed his blowjob. Then when I would be used by him again, I would repeat exactly what he enjoyed. It was always my goal to try to make a soldier shoot a larger load of cum, than the last time he had used me. Some of the soldiers would even pat me on the head after a blowjob, the way you would pat a good dog on the head. Once in awhile the soldier would even say "Good Job" or "That's the way a cock sucking FAG should suck a cock". Upon hearing that I would beam with delight.
The Commander was introduced, and all the soldiers immediately stood at attention. I was knocked over by the soldier I was sucking off, as he stood to attention. He zipped up and shoved me to the side, intent upon listing to the Commander rather than finishing his blowjob. The Commander greeted the soldiers and told them all to be seated. He started by thanking them all and praising the country, his base, and his courageous valiant soldiers. He then went on to add "However, not all people are courageous and honorable. Some are cowards, traitors and deserters. The government has been overly kind to these animals called FAGs who live among us. It has given them the chance to continue to exist , not as humans, but as the animals of service they truly are. In its infinite compassion, the U.S. Government allows these animals to live a few years longer and only demands in return that they service and please the real men of this country. It is well know that if it were up to me these deserters would be executed. However our great country takes a kinder approach to these scum of the Earth. Two of these ungrateful FAGs were caught talking. They were caught enjoying the sick company of one another. It was even discovered that they had plotted to escape the base." Suddenly the large entrance doors to the auditorium were loudly opened. The two GFAGs in question were being led in by armed soldiers. Each of the two FAGs were wearing level one restrains. A wide spreader bar at their legs made walking almost impossible. Nipple clamps dug into them as the chain attacked to their anal plug pulled on the clamps. Their expressions showed that the spiked anal plug must have been set to the maximum pain level. Their hands were cuffed behind them and a small spreader bar forced their arms outward. Their collar and body rings had heavy gauge metal chains attached, which were used as leashes by the armed soldiers who walked them up the auditorium aisle towards the Commander. Sweat covered their bodies and scars made by whippings were clearly visible. The spectacle reminded me of the role I played on stage, pretending to be a Roman Slave, about to be used by Roman Soldiers. But these FAGs were not playing a role. They were about to be sentenced, a fate that could not be good. Both FAGs were led on stage and turned to face the audience, and the onlooking other GFAGs. The Commander continued. Looking at the two FAGs he said "One again you have insulted the great country of your birth. A country that has shown you nothing but compassion. A country that has given you a chance to continue your worthless existence a little longer . A country that has given you the chance to demonstrate your remorse by serving its soldiers. But once again you pay back that country with scorn and criminal actions. I therefore sentence you both to death." Both FAGs collapsed on the stage upon hearing their verdicts. An Army Vet walked up to them and revived them with smelling salts. Army soldiers then lifted both FAGs to a standing position again. Armed soldiers, guns drawn, walked up to both FAGs and pointed their guns at the head of each FAG , and looked at the Commander waiting for the order to shoot. The Commander took his time and looked out into the audience.
From off to the side of the stage, one of the Commanders aids approached and whispered something into the Commanders ear. He turned and the two men had a short conversation. The aid often pointed to the four foreign allied officers that were seated in the front row of the audience. The aid eventually turned and walked away. The entire room of soldiers sat spellbound looking up at their Commander, and the two soldiers , guns drawn and pointed at the now visibly shaking FAGs.
" It has come to my attention " the Commander said breaking the rooms silence, and himself now pointing to the Arab officers in the front row, " that our Arab Allies have developed a keen interest in our governments GFAG program." It seems there are thousands of allied Arab soldiers fighting in remote areas that have not had the pleasure of a women for over a year. However due to religious beliefs, women nor men could be supplied to these soldiers, to fulfill their natural sexual needs. However since the sovereign nation of The United States has officially classified all GFAGs as non humans, it appears their use by needy Arab soldiers would not break any religious rules. I have therefore decided to not execute these two worthless FAGs. Instead tomorrow they will stand on the punishment stage in the commons and destroy each other's remaining testicle with their teeth. Teeth that should have been removed years ago, now finally put to good use. All bases GFAGs are required to attend this viewing. The two convicted FAGs will then be handed over to the Veterinarians for full and total modification into human female form. Plus all teeth and vocal cords will be removed. They will then be crated up and given to Major Abdul Hussanie , as a gift from the American Government and the American People to his honorable nation.They will both be shipped overseas with the understanding that they will never again set foot on American soil and become the full property of Major Hussanies government to use and dispose of as it wishes. It is my hope that the thousands of sexually deprived Arab soldiers use and abuse these worthless FAGs to the fullest." With that said, Major Hussanie stood and thanked the commander, the audience applauded and the two FAGs were removed.
Over the next two week period the bulk of soldiers on base were deployed overseas, including all of my barracks Special Ops Soldiers. Knowing their time to use a FAG was drawing close to an end, I was used frequently by each of my soldiers before he was shipped out. Orders were finally posted stating that my barracks was to be used by new recruits starting their basic training. The orders also stated that Sgt. Woods would stay in charge of the barracks and become the drill Sgt. for the new recruits. I was not sure if Sgt. Woods enjoyed his new role or not, however I do know that he used me more often and with greater ferocity, often employing the "Get The Point"
I felt a bit sad losing the soldiers I had pleasured over such a long period of time. Even though none of them ever befriended me, or for that matter were ever even kind to me, I still felt a bond with them. Now I would be meeting an entirely new group of 50 soldiers. Fifty new, young, strong and horny men to please.
Finally the 50 new recruits arrived. They were put through a grueling day of tests, speeches and exercises. Exhausted but excited the men were led into their new home, my barracks. They were assigned bunks and given time to put away their belongings and strip down for bed. As was Sgt. Woods custom, all 50 new recruits were lined up in front of their bunks that first evening. They all stood at attention, barefoot and wearing only their white Army issued boxer underwear. I was again leashed to the FAG hook in Sgt. Woods room and could hear him explaining to the new soldiers the purpose and uses of a FAG. When finished with his speech, Sgt. Woods came into his room , unhooked me, and with leash in tow, had me crawl into the barracks to become acquainted with my new soldiers. I was once again to kiss and smell each soldiers musky smelly feet. I was then to look up at each soldier and beg him to please use me often. The soldier was instructed to hit or kick me as I kissed the front of his boxers as a sign of respect. I was then to fish the soldiers cock out of the fly of his boxers , breath in deep the scent of the man and to give him a short blowjob before moving to the next soldier. It was obvious that the soldiers felt uneasy during all this. Most had never even seen a GFAG before, let alone get a blowjob from one. However , young men being young men, it didn't take long for their cocks to swell and get hard in my mouth as I sucked them off. Most did not cum, but they obviously looked forward to completing the task the next day or sometime soon. A partial blowjob was probably more of a torture than reward to a young stud. However I think that's exactly what Sgt. Woods had in mind. This way he demonstrated his control over them, even their sexual release. Plus he developed in each of them a male lust to use me again.
I made it about three quarters of the way around the barracks. I kissed and smelled feet of all sizes and smells. I sucked cocks that were small and cocks that were long and thick. I looked up into the faces of strong muscular young men knowing each of them held my fate in their hands. I shuffled over to the next soldier and once again kissed his feet and took a deep breath, inhaling the full scent of the new soldiers sweaty smelly feet. I looked up into his face as was about to beg him to please use me often, But this time I froze. I just stared into the face of this new recruit. I could not move, I could not even blink my eyes. Because this time the soldier looking down at me was my middle brother Tom. I had just kissed and smelled my very own brothers feet. My very own brother had watched as I sucked the cocks of over thirty other men. Now I was expected to beg my own brother to Use Me Often. I was expected to kiss the front of his boxers. I was expected to reach into the fly of his underwear, grasp his warm throbbing cock and pull it forward. I was expected to breath in deep and fully inhale the strong manly crotch aroma of my very own brother. But even worse, I was next expected to place my bothers thick hard cock into my mouth and suck on it , driving him insane with lust and desire to use me again and again. I could not move. I could not say a word. But Tom broke the moment. With a slap across my face, harder than I had ever received in my entire life, Tom had made his intentions known to me. I was his new FAG. I was his to use. I looked my brother square in the eyes and said "Please Use Me Often Sir". Again my brother slapped me. I kissed the front of his boxers. I reached into the fly of his boxers and grasped his warm human cock. I took a deep breath and smelled the scent of the man who now controlled me. The man I used to call brother and played with as a child. I opened my mouth and swallowed whole his cock. Closing my toothless mouth I sucked tightly on his cock. To my shock and surprise after only a few short thrusts , volley after volley of hot cum shot from my brothers cock , coating the back of my throat. My very own brother had just cum in my mouth. I had sucked off my brother. I looked up into his face, but his eyes only looked forward and in the direction of Sgt. Woods. I released his now spent cock and moved on to the next soldier. But my mind was still fixed on my brother as I went through the motions of introducing myself to the remaining recruits.
That night as I slept on my dirty towel on the floor of the latrine. My eyes once again filled with tears. I glanced up at my neighbors, the toilet bowl I drank from and the piss troff I sometimes was forced to use as my bed, and I pondered my life. At the age of 20, a life that I thought could not get worse, had just taken a turn in a new dark direction. I was now my bothers FAG.