GFAG A story by Tom Tooluse
Chapter 11 : The Ultimate Humiliation
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Weeks went by and my brother Tom did not use me. However I was very surprised at how quickly the other new recruits in my barracks did become accustomed to using a GFAG. From the very first night on, my wrist call sensor would light up often, summoning me to soldier after soldier. During the first week most of the soldiers just used me for blowjobs, however as each man became more accustomed to the openness of military sex, more and more soldiers would fuck me at night and during their free time. I guess there is something to be said for youth, since even though these new recruits were not the buffed muscle hunks of my previous Special Ops Soldiers, they more than made up for it with super stiff longer lasting hard ons. Some nights I would be fucked so hard and deep by great numbers of rock hard young cocks, that walking in the morning was very difficult. Plus these younger soldiers were much more vocal. They always seemed to be calling me humiliating names , grunting, groaning and even yelling while fucking me, especially during their climax. I guess they were showing off for their buddies.
I was very very careful to stay away from Tom. First of all the punishment for a FAG to speak to a human or try to be friendly with a human was very sever. Plus I truly didn't know if Tom would turn me in for speaking, so I felt it was best not to. Secondly, I was not sure if the Sgt. knew Tom was my brother, so I felt it best to stay away from him and not get him into any trouble by associating with me. But whenever I was being used by another soldier who was close to Tom, I would try my very best to listen to his conversations with the other recruits. He would often talk about home, Mom and Dad and our younger brother Dan. He would smile and joke about all the funny things Mom did by accident, and how Dad always tried to be the tough guy, but inside he was always there for his family. He would complain about Danny getting in his way, but it was obvious that the complaining was just a front and that in reality he loved his younger brother. But not once did he ever mention me. It was as though I never existed. Some nights as I lay on my towel in the latrine, I'd think back to my early years growing up and all the fun our family had. But then I'd get very sad, knowing those days were long gone and enjoyment would never again be part of my life. I would start to sob, but luckily a soldier would summon me to drink his piss , suck his cock or to plow my pussy. At least being used took my mind off the old days.
Orders came down that the recruits in my barracks would be stationed here for a longer time and would be trained as Special Operations Soldier, just like the previous group from the barracks. I was glad when I heard the news, since it gave me more time to be near Tom. I was starting to think Tom didn't recognize me of the way he would ignore me. Once in a blue moon he would piss in my mouth when the piss troff was full or have me suck him off if the other guys pushed him into it. But there was no emotion involved, I was just a urinal or cum rag for him to use. Until one night about 3 months into his training, I was summoned at 2 am to report to the X room. Immediately I responded. Upon entering the room I was shocked to see my brother standing there in his lose white boxers and tight fitting tank top tee. "Close the door and get on your fucking knees and show respect FAG." Tom ordered. I immediately closed the door, crawled to Tom and began kissing his feet. " Now use your toothless mouth to remove my boxers". I gripped my brothers boxers with my lips. A burst of his manly smell hit my nose as I pulled on them. I breathed in deeply. This was my bother I was about to service. In an odd way I felt proud and humiliated all at the same time. Finally I had his boxers all the way down. I dared to look up at him from my kneeling position. He had his arms raised as he was yanking off his undershirt. I couldn't help but to notice how muscular and developed he had become. Training had really been kind to him. He was almost as muscular and defined as I had been when I entered the Army. Again I felt proud. This hunk of a man standing in front of me. This real man. This human. This soldier and fighting machine, was my brother. Tom turned and bent over. "Now clean my ass with your tongue FAG , and do a good job or I beat you senseless." I used my hands to spread his ass cheeks. I could feel the heat radiating from his hole, and the smell of his crusty crack made my eyes water. Being a good FAG, I dove in deep and used my extended tongue to both clean and stimulate his ass hole. Tom moaned and wiggled with delight as my tongue licked a darted in and out of his hole. He must have had me working on his ass hole for a good 20 minutes before he stood up and turned to face me again.
His cock was rock hard, and when he turned he almost hit my face with it. His balls seemed full and tight. "Look up at me he barked." As I looked up at him , I received a hard forceful slap across my face. A slap that sent me falling on my side. "Get Up". Again there was another hard slap. Then a third and a forth. My eyes began to tear up from the pain. But as a FAG I knew it was my duty to be abused by a human, by a real man. "Open that FAG hole mouth". Tom then grabbed my head- aimed his cock towards my open moth and shoved it full back down my throat. He held my head plastered against his pubic hair. My throats friction sensor kicked in and my throat muscles convulsed around my brothers cock, which was buried to the hilt. He moaned with delight. I on the other hand ran out of breath and began to gurgle and squirm. But Tom held me firmly pressed against his body. I tried my best to breath threw my nose, but Tom pulled me tighter and made even that impossible. My breath was gone. The room began to spin and I felt faint. My own brother was going to chock me to death with his hard cock. Suddenly everything went black and I was out cold.
I don't know how long I was out cold, but I awoke when I felt water hitting my face. I shook my head and looked up to see Tom standing over me. It was not water splashing my face, it's was Toms piss. Not a lot of piss- just enough to revive me. " Get up on that cot- on your back, legs raised." I did as my brother ordered. My pussy was now at cock height for him. He slowly walked towards the cot. The blood pulsing in his cock made it bounce as he walked. "Look in into my Eyes". He said. I did , and again another face slap, then another. Then he buried his cock deep up my ass in one thrust. Our eyes locked together, I could see hate in his. I'm sure he saw shame and sadness in mine. Then the pain of his thrusting cock registered in my mind and by eyes uncontrollably rolled back in my head. He fucked me fast and hard, like a pile driver. Each thrust carried with it renewed anger and vengeance. Then he pulled out. My pussy gaped open and closed, shocked that it had lost its invading cock. "On your side Fag." I moved to lay fully on the bed , on my side, as Tom climbed into bed next to me. The warmth of his flesh next to me felt good. My brothers hulk of a body was full against my backside. His cock once again entered my pussy and he continued his violent fucking. He groaned as he fucked me. Almost as though he were summoning just that little bit more energy to make the thrust into my hole more forceful. His panting and breathing became louder and I knew he was close to his climax. Just before he came he whispered into my ear. "Do you know why I slap you hard across your face each time I use you John ? It's because I want you to feel the same pain of shame and embarrassment I feel every time I see you or think about you John. " my brother had called me John. He did know me. He did know I was his brother. But what he said was like a knife to my heart. My brother hated me. I was pain- shame and embarrassment to him. Then he yelled, shoved his cock in that last centimeter, and shot his hot load of cum, a brothers cum, deep into my ass. "Stay like that- don't move." He said. He just lay there . His body still next to mine. His cock , now deflating, but still inside my ass. "Grip my cock as tightly as you can with that pussy FAG, and don't loosen up !" I did as ordered. Then I felt it. A slow warm stream began to fill my hole. Then the warmth and the stream intensified. Oh No. My brother was pissing up my ass. He must have seen the video of my Popping Ceremony. Who else in my family had seen it ? His piss was now mixing with his cum, deep inside my hole. The stream of piss slowed, then stopped. " Keep that ass tight FAG." He whispered and pulled his cock out of my hole. I just lay there on the cot , my stomach extended and full of my own brothers cum and piss. With one forceful kick Tom sent me tumbling onto the floor. " That's your place FAG, on the floor like other dogs." He got out of the cot, headed to a table, grabbed a glass pitcher and brought it over. "Release that load into this pitcher , then drink it all down, you piece of Shit. " I did as ordered. I drank ever drop of the piss and cum cocktail my brother had made for me in my ass. When I was done drinking, Tom just spit on me and left the X room , and headed back to his barracks cot and his buddies. I sat there on the floor of the room, tears now running down my face as the last drops of Toms piss leaked from my ass.
From that point onwards Tom used me on a regular basis. But he never again used me alone in private. He always fucked me , had me clean his hole, drink his piss or suck him off in public. When doing so, it was always rough, humiliating and verbal. It was obvious he was making a statement that he was the dominate human top and I was the worthless FAG bottom, only there for his immediate relief and pleasure. My brother Tom, never again called me by my old name John. From that point onwards I was always called, FAG, bitch, cunt, worthless shit or animal. And ever time, without fail, he would slap me as hard as he could across my face, and often spit on me as I obediently looked up at him.
Months went by and rumor had it that The Bases Commanding Officer was so upset by the two GFAGs that had plotted an escape that he was working with the government to come up with a very special surprise for the GFAGs that would in his words " Put the animals in their place and prove to them how worthless they truly were." The Commander felt GFAGs had to get this false notion out of their minds that there was still a normal life waiting for them in the civilian world. FAGs had to get ride of this false hope that they could go back to a life that used to be. This new event was going to be something big and very humiliating for all the GFAGs on base. Sgt. Woods and my brother were even on the committee working on the details for the Commander. As these past few months slipped by, Tom had become an exemplary soldier. So much so that he and Sgt. Woods were more like buddies than officer and recruit. My brother had won just about ever ribbon possible for a new recruit. He excelled at athletics and hand to hand combat. He was top notch in his war classes. Plus he had won many marksmanship awards. In fact, Tom had become the second in leadership in our barracks, right after Sgt. Woods. All the other recruits looked up to him and seemed to be friends with him. He was a natural born leader. As I listened in on his conversations with the other soldiers, I found out that Mom and Dad had purchased a new home with a large backyard swimming pool. Tom was seriously dating a young women from back home and that my youngest brother Dan had already put in his application for the Army. But as always, there was never a mention of me. I simply did not exist.
GFAGs in stage one were periodically sent back to Training and Modification for repairs and updates. I spent my 21st birthday there. The day was spent with me strapped to a cold metal animal operating table. By legs were held wide apart and secured in stirrups. No anesthetic was given as the veterinarians worked on my body. My ass hole was injected with a new medication that shrunk its diameter making it a tighter pussy for the soldiers to fuck- thus increasing their pleasure, and my pain. Plus the new medication also strengthened the inside walls of my ass making it more durable and less prone to tears during fucking. Additional fibers were added to my man made vagina and many new fibers were inserted into the first inch or so of my asshole. Those fibers gave me an itch that drove me continually crazy. So much so that I craved having a hard stiff cock up my ass as often as possible to scratch the itch. My pussy lips convulsed and winked from the itch, almost as though it were begging the soldiers to fuck it. Updated friction sensors were inserted that increased the convulsions in my pussy and throat when a soldier fucked my butt or throat. That would increase the soldiers pleasure to mind blowing levels. To my horror a new Stop Valve was inserted. The new valve would bring me even closer to climax. It allowed me to bounce around in the throws of impending sexual release, to squeeze my ass tighter and suck in deeper in desperate preparation for my bodies cum release, which would be brutally stopped and denied just a fraction of a second before I could cum. My bodies denied climax and heightened frustration would give the soldier that little added bit of joy. A new solution was painfully injected into my only remaining ball. The solution obscenely almost double the size and sensitivity of my ball. It's new size gave any torturous soldier something hefty to grab on to and squeeze. My chest nipples were surgically lengthened with the nipple ends extended even more. Many soldiers enjoy sucking and biting on them. This added length would give the soldier more nipple to use. Seasoned FAGs like me were not given recuperation time at the center. At the end of the modifications I was simple put in a cage and trucked back to the base to once again be used that evening. Happy Birthday to me !
As barracks leader, Tom took it upon himself to develop and nurture camaraderie and moral. More often than not this included some sort of painful or humiliating experience for me. After long field exercise Tom would organize a Train of soldier to gang bang me in the center of the barracks as onlookers cheered on soldiers that made me writhe in pain or contort in sexual frustration. During one of these sessions Tom had the two guys with the largest cocks go last. When it was their turn he had the first guy lay sideways across a cot, his feet still on the floor. I was directed to sit on his cock then lay backwards on his chest. When the guys cock was fully inserted and I was laying across his chest, Tom directed the other soldier to shove his cock into my pussy along side his buddies. My hole was stretched to its limit, causing me to groan loudly in pain. This turned on both soldiers. The soldier standing started pumping into my hole with force as the soldier beneath me thrust upwards with his hips. The double fucking sent my friction sensor into high gear and my ass convulsed and messaged both cocks as they fucked me. The crowd of onlooking soldiers loved the show and cheered on their buddies with shouts of "destroy the FAG" and "tear up that pussy". Tom received many pats on the back and hand shakes for such a good idea. Both soldiers shot their load inside my hole at about the same time. Of course my climax got real close. I shuddered in preparation, which milked the last few spurts from both soldiers. Then my stop valve kicked in , and again I was denied a climax, but the pain and humiliation stayed. As both soldiers pulled their cocks from my ass a loud pop was heard and the barracks cheered again. I looked up at my brother who was looking back at me. He had a smirk on his face and anger in his eyes.
When bored the soldiers would often play rubber band or spit ball with me. Spit Ball was a game where I'd lay on the floor, mouth wide open and three or four soldiers would stand behind a line. The guys would take turns spitting at me to see who could spit into my open mouth. By the end of the game my face would be covered with spit and my mouth full of it. The winner would have the honor of kicking me in my ball, while I held my spit full mouth wide open showing its accumulated contents. If I swallowed , or spit out the contents as the winner kicked my ball, I'd be punished further. If I managed to not swallow or spit the contents out , then I'd be permitted to swallow, kiss the winners feet and go back to my towel in the latrine.
Rubber Band was a take on beer pong. The solders would line up cups full of beer on a table while I was ordered to stand tall , by a wall , and spread my legs wide. My newly enlarged ball hung low and unprotected between my legs. Each soldier would grab a handful of rubber bands from a giant size box of them that Tom had purchased. The soldiers would then break up into teams. In turn each soldier would stretch back the rubber band , aim it at my unprotected ball and shot it. If he hit my ball, I would yelp in pain and the guys on the other team had to take a drink of beer. This torment for me , and fun for them lasted till one team lost by drinking all the beer from the pre filled cups.
But by all accounts, the game invented by my brother that became everyone's favorite was a contest called FAG Races. I think the soldiers liked it best because it contained rivalry between barracks plus gambling. It was usually played on a weekend night when base passes were not handed out. A paper would be posted in our barracks and a rival barracks. It usually just read " A Night at the Races" a time and location. It would list my FAG I'd number and another FAGs I'd number. Under my ID the names of ten soldiers from my barracks would be listed. Under the I'd number of the other FAG, was listed the names of ten soldiers from that barracks. At the set time , guys from both barracks would gather in one barracks. Bets would be placed on individuals and barracks teams. The ten soldiers from my barracks would line up in a row on one side, and the ten soldiers from the other barracks would line up opposite and facing them, with about 6 feet between the two opposing teams. It almost looked like a dodge ball game line up. But it was far from that. All 20 lined up soldiers would then strip down. I was placed on my knees in front of the first naked soldier from my barracks team. The opposing FAG would be on his knees in front of the first naked soldier from his team. A soldier with a stop watch stood behind each of us FAGs. Bets would be placed as guys would yell out amounts of money- guys names, teams or times. The crowd would eventually quiet down, a soldier held up a starter gun and would fire it. The soldier in front of each FAG grabbed his FAGs head and shoved his hard cock deep down the FAGs throat. The job of each FAG was to go down the line of his solders , sucking off each soldier, doing his very best to make the man cum quickly. I would use every trick and technique I could think of to give the cock in my mouth the best pleasure possible to make the soldier cum quickly. The soldier getting sucked off would usually grab the FAGs head tightly and roughly face fuck the FAG as deep, hard and fast as possible so he could shoot his load fast, knowing the stop watch was timing him. When each soldier was about to cum, he had to slap the side of the FAGs head hard, so the FAG could pull off his cock and open his mouth wide to receive the soldiers cum as it flew from the soldiers cock into the FAGs open mouth. Only when the soldier with the stop watch saw the cum flying would he stop the timer and yell out that soldiers time, to the cheers or groans of the betting soldiers. The FAG would then shift down the line to his next soldier and repeat the process. Excitement would build as money was won or lost with each soldiers cum load. By the 6th soldier the FAGs jaw and throat would start to hurt and he would slow down his sucking. Just like at horse races, the soldier being sucked would whip his horse ( in this case - pound his FAGs head ) to spur him on to suck faster and deeper. The tension would build as the FAG grew near the end of his teams lineup- the finish line. By the time the last soldier was getting his blowjob, he would be frantically pounding and yelling at his FAG to suck harder and deeper. He would squeeze the FAGs head and slam it hard against his pubes to increase the throat friction on his cock. He would pile drive his cock in and out of the FAGs mouth and throat with lightning speed. By now both FAGs were limp rag dolls in the hands of their face fuckers. Eventually there would be a hard slap across the face. One of the FAGs would pull off the cock in his mouth, open wide, and receive the winning load of cum. At which point he would collapse on the floor, totally spent and exhausted. Half the crowd would cheer that their team had won, and the other half would swear and complain. The losing teams FAG would receive a beating the next day at the bases FAG Punishment stand in the center commons. The punishment was usually delivered by the soldier who had lost the most money. As a consolation prize , the winning FAG was given to the losing team to be used by all that very night. Even though the winning FAG was spent and exhausted, he was never shown mercy by the losers. It seemed each guy that had lost money was going to make the winning FAG pay for his loses through hard sex and abuse all night long.
Winter was upon us and the soldiers took a perverted delight sending me outside on errands in the cold. Since no FAG was permitted cloths, I found myself in a constant state of shivering. I came to the point where I would secretly wish to be summoned to a bed at night to get fucked, so I could enjoy the soldiers body heat and warm cock up my hole. In the mornings I looked forward to being used in the showers , since the warm water hitting my back as I drank a soldiers piss or sucked on his cock, was the only warm water I was ever permitted. FAGs were required to clean up in cold water only, in order to save the government the expense of heating water and wasting energy on us. As a FAG I'd learned to appreciate and be thankful for the small things in life. Sick as it sounds , I even began to look forward to cleaning a soldiers ass after he took a dump in the toilet. Most of the men would have me rim them after I'd wash out their shit hole. The hot air escaping their gaping anus , as I'd rim them, felt so good, so warm on my face.
The talk about The Commanders secret upcoming Ultimate FAG Humiliation continued. Tom and Sgt. Woods often met with the team working on it. I would often see Tom and Sgt. Woods talking to other soldiers about it and laughing. However I was never permitted to get close enough to them to hear what they had to say about it. I'm sure they knew I listen in on their conversations and by talking out of my hearing range, they knew they were increasing my dread , and they enjoyed that.
Soon Christmas decorations started popping up around base. Soldiers talked about gifts they were buying their girlfriends and wives. I overheard Tom talking to the other guys that he was buying his girl a ring and was going to propose to her right before the holidays. He said he was bursting with joy and couldn't wait to tell his brother about it. My eyes opened wide and my ears perked up. But then Tom continued by explaining how happy his brother Dan would be for him when he told him. How excited Dan would get when he would be asked to be Best Man at the wedding. By the time of the wedding in a few months, Dan would be in the Army also and both Tom and Dan could wear their dress uniforms during the wedding ceremony. Tom said it would be so great having the family all together for such a happy occasion. As Tom put it, "One Big Happy Family Celebrating." I turned away to go lay down on my towel in the latrine, but was stopped by two soldiers who wanted to use me right then. As I lay across the one soldiers cot, his cock up my ass, with the other soldier face fucking me, they commented to each other on how good a fucking they were giving me since I was crying. But they had no idea why I was really crying.
Christmas that year was going to fall on a Wednesday, which meant very few soldiers would receive passes to get off base and go home. If a soldier had a family at home, all was done to give him a break- but for the vast majority of soldiers their holiday would be spent on base. I guess the Bases Commanding Officer had known about Christmas falling mid week, for awhile , since soon signs started showing up on base announcing "The First Annual Christmas Festival.". I guess The Commander figured the Festival would take the soldiers minds off of not being home for the holidays. Like with past Easter celebrations , the FAGs on base were expected to put on a show. Sgt. Woods told the soldiers in my barracks how I had stolen the show that one Easter with the Roman Gladiator fuck show. So he and the soldiers came up with a new Christmas Show routine for me. This time I was going to be playing the role of a Pirates Prisoner, given to his horny sailors as a Christmas present to be fucked without mercy. There would be a base wide contest again, but this time it would be for 10 base soldiers with the most unusual cocks. Each winning soldier would get to fuck me on stage and in return would receive a one week pass to go home after the holidays to visit their family. Because of the pass, the contest was very very popular.
I would have thought that the soldiers would have complained more about not being able to get off base during the holidays, however most seemed very excited about the three day First Annual Christmas Festival. They had us FAGs working real hard building sets for the stage and booths for games and contests. Rooms were cleaned out and even new animals were being shipped to the compound. The first day of the festival was going to be Christmas Eve. That was going to be the night that all the FAGs would perform. Dog cages were brought into all areas were FAGs were housed and we spend the day prior to the Christmas Eve show locked up in our dog cages while the base buzzed with holiday excitement. Most of us were fed extra hard on pills to make us extra horny and frustrated.
The day of the big show and the First Annual Christmas Festival had finally arrived. All FAGs were let out of their cages, cleaned up and moved as a group to the area behind the stage. The FAGs that were heavily modified and looked like women had tiny bells clipped to their nipples , dark red lipstick painted their lips and body glitter sprinkled all around their pussy area. They carried and sucked on candy canes shaped like a penis. They were told they were going out into the crowd first ,to warm up the audience. Their job was to suck off as many soldiers as possible. Any one of them who did not pleasure at least 15 men would be punished severely. Next the FAGs who pleased the women soldiers had Santa hats put on them and mistletoe was hung from their permanently hard cocks. They were assigned stations to stand at to act as urinals for the audience. All male public urinals had been closed down for the night. The lightly modified FAGs who were now the most hated by The Base Commander had to wear Elf hats a red reindeer nose and a ball gag. Their hands were handcuffed behind their backs. They were told they were going to be chained to service tables placed in the audience to be fucked by as many soldiers as possible. What we FAGs didn't know was that the soldiers had been told that if they used us that night in front of the crowd , they would be given a one day pass for the weekend. Needless to be say- the soldiers couldn't wait to use us.
The night was underway. Standing backstage with the other FAGs selected to be part of the show, I could here laughter and noises from the audience as the groups of FAGs sent out did as ordered. The show was started and one by one FAG acts were sent out on stage. The audience cheered and clapped, but each FAG act returned from stage as white as ghosts, many with tear filled eyes. Since no talking between FAGs was ever allowed, especially since the attempted escape, all we could do was look at each other with dread and apprehension. The FAGs dressed like toy soldiers were next on stage. They wiggled their butts and cocks and did high kicks for the amusement of the audience. They received loud applause, but they too returned with tear filled eyes and faces that looked like they had seen a ghost.
It was now my turn. On stage the fake Pirate captain sat around a wooden ships table with his ten sailors. He yelled for them to bring in the gift for his men. I was dragged onto stage- naked as the day I were born. Chains were on my legs and wrists for effect. I faced the Pirate captain , my ass and yellow cowards stripe facing the audience. A loud roar of laughter was heard when I was brought out. The fake Captain used his arm to clear off the table throwing cups and dishes onto the floor. The Captain spoke " My good men. Each of you has a special talent between your legs. My gift to you is this cherry prisoner. Enjoy him." With that each sailor dropped his pants. Each cock I saw was more distorted than the next. One sailor had a cock that looked like it belonged on a pig, since it twisted around like a cork screw. Others were super long and thin as pencils. One of the cocks had a 90 degree angle to it. Others were as thick as cans of soda. Another seemed to have been grown backwards, with the head super fat and the base narrow and thin. But the worst was a monster of a cock. It was at least a foot long. And thick as a can of shave cream, but it had two obscene sharp bends to it. That cock, I knew would do damage to my ass. The stage spot lights were on full blast so the audience could see the 10 winning cocks in their full glory. Although I could not see the audience because of the extra spot lights, I could hear their gasps and awes as they too viewed the 10 cocks. I could also here giggles, murmuring and the sounds of sex as the earlier FAGs that had been sent into the audience were being used. Some drinking piss, others sucking cock, and still others getting fucked. After all , those soldiers wanted their free base pass.
I was chained to the table. My head turned and fastened so that I had to look out towards the audience. Cock after distorted cock fucked my man made pussy. I squirmed, and moaned as the fibers in my pussy lips made me desire cocks to scratch the itch. I yelled as twisty cocks stretched my hole. I groaned as pencil cocks hit my prostrate. I was putting on quite a show, the audience was loving it. But now I was down to that last monster cock. My body convulsing in sexual frustration aided by the extra hard on pills and newly added pussy and hole fibers. The itch was beyond my control. My pussy lips were flapping back and forth, begging this monster cock to enter me. The sailor lined up his thick cock head with my pussy hole and he roughly shoved deep. The bends in his cock and its thickness made my eyes roll back and mouth drop open. The stage lights were dimmed with just one light focused on his cock entering my hole. That's when I saw the surprise. That's when I say The Commanders Secret. His Ultimate Humiliation for all us FAGs. That's when my face also went white , as though I had seen a ghost. Like the other FAGs , my eyes also teared up. Because sitting in the center of the audience, right in the third row, eyes focused on every action , was my Brother Tom, his wife to be, my youngest Brother Dan and my very own Father and Mother. This truly was The Ultimate Humiliation. The Commander had invited my entire family to view my shame.
As I looked about the room, seated by each FAG , was his family members. An ex wife, a new husband, an older son or daughter, a Mom or a Dad. Each family member intently watching their related shamed FAG drinking piss, sucking cock or getting fucked. But worst of all , they all seemed to be enjoying the show. Giggling and pointing and mocking the poor FAG. With a sudden stab of pain, the monster cock in my ass was deep inside my pussy, fucking my hole. My mind reeled as I tried to stop the sexual desires and responses caused by my implants and modifications. But I was lost in lust. The monster cock kept fucking, I kept moaning , bucking and thrusting back in response. I was close to climax and bouncing and convulsing out of control. Then with a loud yell- and one final thrust, the monster cock was buried deep and the mans seed was planted in my ass. My stop valve turned on. The climax was stopped for me. I just lay there and looked at my family in total and ultimate humiliation. One by one, each member of my family stood and applauded the soldier, who by now had pulled out and was taking a bow. But what hurt most, was when my Mom turned to my Dad, stood up, gave my Dad a big kiss , mouthed the words "That was Great" to him , then started clapping hard and fast , like the rest of the audience. My shame was now complete. The Commanding Officer truly did know how to Ultimately Humiliate us FAGs. He had invited our families to not only see what we had become, but also to witness us being used. To the shock and sadness of each GFAG, the families were enjoying our humiliation. To our ex wives, sons, brothers, fathers and even mothers, we were no longer their loved relative, we were simply FAG Animals.