GFAG A story by Tom Tooluse
Chapter 12 : Family Bonding
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What we FAGs didn't know is that The Bases Commanding Officer had thought out this First Annual Christmas Festival, really well. He knew exactly what he was doing. He had planned it the way he would plan a military attack on an enemy.
First he talked the US Government into changing its strict GFAG policy that states FAGs would never be allowed to meet their families, unless the relative was in the military and desired to use the FAG. He had explained that he wanted to break a FAGs will and hope ,for good. In doing so the government would have a more compliant GFAG. He further talked the government into letting him use a vast array of military resources.
Families of FAGs were sent a very understanding letter, that stressed that the U.S. Government realized the hardships faced by a FAGs former family members because of the FAGs actions. The letter then went on to stress that it was the FAG that had caused their life to be miserable and that they deserved something in return for all the FAG had put them through. The letter was well written and did a great job stirring up hate for the FAG. The letter then explained that the U.S. Government wanted to give any Family and Relatives that truly hated the FAG a free winter vacation and a chance to vent their anger at the FAG. A kind of closure ! After all , to real humans like themselves, their former relative was dead- he had died when found guilty by the U.S. Court. The body , they called FAG, just "looked" like their former relative, in reality it was just a sick perverted animal, to be scorned and abused, then cast aside. The letter explained that if family members actively took part in scorning, using and degrading the FAG, it would not only be the patriotic thing to do, it would also be the kind thing to do. It would be a healing process for them and at the same time, make the FAGs remaining years easier to take. Kind of like when you house train a dog, by being firm with it, and sometimes swatting it on its backside. Then the letter took on a super positive tone. It explained how the families would be flown to the Base free of charge on military aircraft. The families would be given free accommodations , food and entertainment for a period of three nights. While on base, every time they USE, ABUSE, HUMILIATE or SCORN the FAG, they would receive coupons. These coupons could be used for shopping, local sightseeing trips, local entertainment venues, or fancy meals. They could even save up the coupons and turn them in for lots of money before heading home. It was a win win. Each member of the family would have a great time, and they would get to break with the past and move forward.
The soldiers on the base also saw the First Annual Christmas Festival as a win win event. They all knew they would be stuck on base during the holiday, it's just part of the job. However by readily using the FAGs in public each day during the three day Festival, they would receive one weekend pass for each of the three days. The 3 passes would allow them to go home that Friday, Saturday and Sunday. They would still be able to see their families for the holiday season, just a little bit late. Without knowing it, the GFAGs had no hope of kindness or mercy during the Festival. Family members and the bases soldiers could not wait to humiliate and use them.
At the end of the Christmas Eve show, the FAGs were rounded up , brought back to their normal areas , and once again placed in dog cages to spend the night. Further food and drink was offered to soldiers and guests at the mess hall. I have never seen my fellow FAGs so despondent and sad. The crowd of us were so quiet walking back to our cages, that you could hear a pin drop. To each of us it was like someone had ripped out our hearts and punched us in the gut at the same time. People we loved, had watched large fleshy obscene male cocks fuck in and out of our asses till they eventually shot their hot loads of cum inside our bodies. They had watched as we greedily wrapped our lips around another mans hard pulsing cock and sucked it deep into our throats , till the strangers white sticky seed burst forth and coated our throats. Mothers and grown Sons watched as we opened our mouths wide to allow another man to piss his hot steamy acrid urine into our mouth and then down our throats. Only to have us thank him and kiss his feet when he was done. These loved ones did not recoil in shock. Quite the opposite, they laughed at us. They mocked us. They made us feel like shit.
When finally in my barracks, inside my cage, I curled up and tried to rock myself to sleep. I just wanted to forget about tonight. But I heard the heavy barracks door open, and the sound of boots heading my way. " What the fuck do you think your doing FAG ? The nights not over yet- your not going to sleep yet !! It was my brother Tom. He kicked my cage and caused me to fall over. "Show some respect FAG." He said as he placed the tip of his boots into the cage. I bent down and kissed them. "You have guests FAG. Crawl out of your cage and crawl to my bunk. Don't keep my guests waiting". With that said he quickly turned and walked away as I slowly crawled to meet him at his bunk.
As I approached his bunk I froze in my tracks, unable to move. There in front of me, next to Toms bunk, stood my younger brother Dan and my Father. This could not be happening! "Get your fucking pussy here on the double FAG or I'll shove my boot up inside that sweet ass of yours". said Tom. I moved forward and stopped when I reached the men's feet. "Show respect FAG". I lowered my lips and kissed Dans shoes, then Toms shoes, then finally my Fathers shoes. "It's a well trained FAG. It only needs a whipping every now and then. It's been modified giving it some enjoyable qualities. Check out its mouth, no teeth. 'Open your mouth FAG and show your vacuum mouth.," I did as ordered. Dan asked why no teeth. Tom went on to explain how that prevented me from scraping a cock with sharp teeth while I sucked it. " Kneel upright and show your nipples FAG. Again I did as ordered. Tom reached down and squeezed hard on both my nipples. Dan asked if that hurt me. Nah explained my brother . " It's an animal. It doesn't feel pain like you or me. To this creature plain and pleasure are the same thing.. It enjoys being used !" " Lift your leg dog and show your bitch pussy !" I lifted my leg so all three men could get a good look at my pussy. "Holy shit , look at that pussy. It sure looks tight!" Said Dan.
My father reached down and took off his shoes and socks, saying "Let's get going boys. Mom will be back soon enough." He reached for his belt, and Tom told him not to. "That's the FAGs job." My Dad just snapped his fingers and I crawler up to him and began undoing his belt. Tom leaned towards Dad and whispered something into his ear. Dad just nodded, and pushed me away . Then came a hard slap across my face from Dad, then another, and finally another. " Feels good, don't it Dad? " asked Tom. " It sure does son- it sure does!". Dad grabbed my nose ring and pulled me back towards his belt. My hands shook as I undid his belt and pants hook. I grasped the zipper , and looked up at him before pulling it down. He just stared down at me, not saying a word. I gripped both sides of my fathers pants and pulled them down, revealing navy blue briefs. Dad stepped out of his pants and told me to lay flat on the floor. "That's a pretty toothless mouth you have there animal. Put it to use ." and Dad lifted his foot and shoved his big toe into my mouth to suck on and lick. I sucked it like a baby on a nipple. Then I moved my tongue between each of his toes and all around his foot, doing a good job cleaning both feet. With one swift move Dad grabbed the waist band of his navy briefs and yanked them off. Looking up from the ground, I was starring at my own fathers ass, balls and cock. I don't remember ever seeing him naked in front of me before. I was surprised at how large and full his ball sack was and how similar to my cock , his was. I should say how similar to how thick and long my cock used to be. Now my cock is just a tiny pathetic flap of flesh used to torment me. Dad squatted down above my face. In doing so, his ass cheeks spread apart and the hairs lining his ass crack popped free. "Lick it FAG." He ordered. As I reached out towards his hole with my tongue, it burst open and a large hot smelly fart surrounded my face. " Ah, that felt good. That's the only air a piece of shit like you deserves to breath FAG." Driven by duty and fear, I stuck my tongue into Dads rancid hole and licked and cleaned it well.
Dad stood up. "Get on the cot, FAG" came Dads order. In doing so , I noticed both Tom and Dan were both as naked as Dad. Dan was nicely built, but the Army would put on that final muscle to give him that masculine buff definition that he still needed. His cock was a nice size, but not as long or thick as Toms or Dads. I lay sideways across the cot. My legs and head , both hanging off the bed. "Fuck, this FAG IS well trained". Commented Dad. " He knows exactly what his purpose is, and what we want him for." Dads cock was now rock hard. It arched upwards with a slight curve. The head of his cock had a slightly purplish color and thick veins could be seen running the length of its shaft. My own father lifted my legs wide and high into the air as he positioned his cock head at the entrance to my pussy. He looked down into my eyes as he slowly pressed his cock into my ass. "I regret the day you were born John. You have destroyed your life and made ours miserable." Slowly his invading cock pushed up into my hole, till it was fully inside. I could feel his pubes rubbing against the lips of my pussy. He glared down at me- hate in his eyes as he pulled his cock almost all the way out. "You are no longer my son, I have only two sons, Tom and Dan." Then he shoved his cock back in, and started fucking me in earnest. In and out of my hole went my fathers hard cock. He was fucking me with the same cock that had created me. "Dan , you get in front of the FAG and have him suck you off while your father gives this animal a goof fucking.. Tom, you squeeze and pinch its tits. We don't want it to enjoy this to much." As I lay there on my back sucking Dan and getting fucked hard by Dad, my mind drifted back to when I was young and the family would go to the beach, play in the sand and ocean. They were happy times. A time now long gone. Tom used his nails to pinch my sensitive nipples, almost causing blood to be drawn. Dad was now panting loudly. Suddenly my friction sensor kicked in. My hole started to convulse and rhythmically milk his cock. Dad let out a moan of intense joy. "I'm going to shoot my cum up your worthless hole you cunt. All your good for now John , is pleasing real men and becoming their willing cum receptacle." Dan held my face tight as he used his young body to roughly face fuck my throat. There was no joy, as the three men I loved most, were brutally using and abusing my body and soul. With two sharp deep thrusts, Dad was near done. He shoved in to the hilt one last time."Take it FAG Bitch" he yelled, and shot his fatherly cum deep inside my ass. "Dan, pull out , he ordered." With a pop, Dans cock was out of my mouth. His cock still spurting inside me, I looked up at my Dad. Whack came a hard smack across my face, then a backhanded slap followed. Twice more Dad smacked me."What a fucking disappointment you are." He pulled out his cock , letting drips of his cum land on the barracks floor.
" Dad, watch this." Said Tom. "FAG get up." I did so, and a small drip of Dads cum leaked from my hole and landed on the floor, next to Dads drip. Tom now lay across the bed. "You know what to do FAG, mount my cock." I complied and sat on my brother Toms hard cock."FAG, lay back on my chest." "Dan , you come around here and shove your cock up the FAGs hole, right next to my cock. We're going to play, Pickle in the Middle, but the FAGs going to be the middle and we're going to feed him our two pickles !" Dad laughed at that. Dan inserted his cock up my ass, as Dad nodded at him, letting him know it was OK. "Go ahead, fuck him good and hard son, said Dad, as he put a fathers loving hand on Dans shoulder. Dan fucked my hole for all he was worth, while Tom bounced upward, fucking me from the bottom. Both of my brothers cocks rubbed against each other, lubricated by Dads cum, and held tightly together my the tight walls of my ass. My friction sensor was working overtime causing my ass muscles to contract and release. The fibers in my pussy lips and hole, created an itch that even these two cocks could not calm. I wiggled in an attempt to stop the itch. I bounced and thrust in response to their fucking. I was now out of control. Driven by sexual lust. I had both of my brothers hard masculine cocks, deep inside my hole,at the same time, fucking me long and deep. I had my own fathers cum acting as a pussy lube. I moaned loudly. I bounced and jiggled. I said a small prayer begging God to let me cum. To please let me cum. Then Dan said "Tom , I'm about to cum." " Me too bro." Was the response. Then I heard it. A soft high voice saying " Oh look honey, the boys are about to cum inside the FAGs ass. " It was my mothers voice. She was standing next to Dad , watching all of this. Watching her oldest son being used as a bitch whore by his two younger brothers, and she was enjoying it. She was smiling and hugging Dad. Dan shot his load first. He gave a load moan of pleasure, then just let all the air out of his lungs. Tom shot soon after, bucking upwards as volley after volley of cum burst from his hard cock. Of course I never did cum. My trusty Flip valve and no grow saw to that. Dan pulled out and put on his cloths to stand next to Mom and Dad. Tom pushed me off of himself, shoving me onto the ground and saying. "I have to put the FAG back into its cage. I'll see you guys tomorrow for Christmas morning breakfast in the mess hall." And he slipped on his white boxer underwear. I lay there on the floor, like a beaten dog, just looking up at my family. Mom looked down at me, and sadly shook her head. "What a waste." was all she said. As Mom, Dad and Dan headed for the door, I could hear mom ask Dad "How was it honey ?" To which Dad responded, " I've had better !" The barracks door slammed shut, and Tom motioned for me to crawl back to my cage. I glanced up at the wall clock. Is was one minute past midnight. Merry Christmas to me.
In the morning , I was woken early, and let out of my cage so I could assist the barracks soldiers with their morning needs. I drank some piss , washed two of the men in the shower, was fucked by one, gave two more ,with morning wood ,blowjobs in their bunk, and cleaned three soldiers asses after they took a shit. I was then ordered to groom myself well. After I scrubbed my body with cold water and lye soap, a soldier securely fastened a large tight ball gag to my mouth. The Commander had ordered all FAGs to be gaged this morning since he didn't want to be embarrassed by some unruly FAG trying to speak to a family member. To add a festive touch, penis shaped candy cane ass plugs were inserted up our butts and tiny little bells were painfully clipped to our tits. As we walked the candy cane would fuck us and the tiny bells would tingle with Christmas joy.
We FAGs were all led into the mess hall, were we were directed to serve Christmas morning breakfast to the soldiers and our family members. Many families were busy counting the coupons that they had gathered so far. My mom smiled as Sgt. Woods handed her two coupons. I guess Sgt. Woods knew all along that Tom was my brother. As I served Dan his breakfast eggs, he grabbed hold of my candy cane penis shaped plug and stated fucking my ass with it. He pulled it out slow and easy, then shoved it in fast and hard. In and out went the candy cane penis. I had to comply and just stand there in front of hundreds of people and let him enjoy himself. I let out a muffled groan as the plug hit my prostrate. Mom slapped Dan on his hand, and told him not to play at the breakfast table. She said he was giving the FAG to much enjoyment and to leave me alone so I could get back to work feeding Dad and the hungry soldiers. Christmas music played in the background and at random FAGs were selected to jump up onto a small stage and make up an amusing dance for our guests. I was selected to dance to Jingle Bells. When breakfast was done, all the FAGs were attached with leashes to FAG hooks along the mess hall wall. We were all given extra strength hard on pills and a small bowl of FAG CHOW to lap up as the soldiers and our families attended morning services in the chapel. As we waited the hour or so for services to end, you could see various FAGs twisting and pulling against their leash, due to various degrees of sexual arousal or pain caused by the time release hard on pills.
Eventually we were unhooked and moved to one of the large aircraft hangers that had been decorated for Christmas. Again Christmas music played as soldiers and guests sat at tables with juice and cookies. We were directed to bring small wrapped gifts to soldiers and our family members. The soldiers received various practical items like Army issued boxers or socks. Family members would receive items that were picked out to further deflate the FAG around his family. If the FAG had an ex wife, her new husband would receive a bedroom fun pack, containing lube, magnum condoms and a cock ring, plus key chains and coffee mugs that read "Man of the House". The wife received sexy underwear and frames for pictures that read "Devoted Mom and Wife" .Sons received Army wallets with the words Honor and Pride stamped on the leather. Daughters received lockets with the word Family engraved on the outside. Whenever possible to acquire in advance, pictures of the new family ( minus the FAG ) were inserted in the lockets , wallets and picture frames. Moms, Dads Brothers and Sisters, received extra coupons, a book titled " How to heal yourself after being hurt by a past relative who is now a GFAG ", and throw away zip cameras that would allow them to take pictures during the Festival to upload online later. As each family member opened their gifts you could see the eyes of the gagged FAG tear up a little.
An announcement was made that Santa had arrived. In walked a FAG that must have been modified to pleasure women soldiers since it sported a really huge and thick continually hard and vibrating cock. It wore a Santa outfit with the crotch area cut away so its massive cock and balls were always visible. I found out latter that that FAG was about to be moved to stage two as a Prison Pleasure Animal. Since it would no longer be used by women soldiers, it was force fed to get it super fat and jolly looking , the way a Santa should look. It sat in a large chair on the stage. Its legs were spread wide apart so its stiff cock and low hanging ball sack could be easily seen. Behind huge cock Santa was a winter scene. All families were invited to come onto the stage one at a time, and bring along the FAG that had once been their family member. The FAG would have his candy cane ass plug pulled out by a family member. The FAG was then told to sit on Santa's huge vibrating stiff cock as his ball gag was removed and family members lined up behind him. All were directed to smile , especially the FAG, and a base photographer snapped a Christmas souvenir photo for the family. The picture further humiliated the FAG, since it looked as though it was enjoying itself seated on Santa's lap with Santa's hard cock deep inside its ass, while family members stood smiling in the background. Since each family member in the picture received a coupon, it was a very popular attraction. My family brought me up and had the picture taken. Tom asked the photographer if he could take a second picture with me on my knees sucking on Santa's cock as the family stood smiling in the background. The photographer said yes and the second pose became so popular that most of the other families copied us. My Mom received extra coupons due to the second pose, which made her very happy.
The purpose of the 3 day Festival was to totally smash any thoughts FAGs might have that people in the outside world loved or cared about them. It was to destroy that last thread of hope that this cruel life we lived could some day come to an end, and we could hide somewhere in the world and live a normal life again and be loved and respected. But once again, the Bases Commander knew exactly what he was doing, and he had even more humiliating events planned for us. The Commander knew nothing could be more demeaning and heartbreaking than having new husbands and relatives using us for their sexual and natural needs. But the Commander also knew that civilians we not as accustomed to open public sex, at least not right away. So the Commander had us FAGs clean out rooms all over the base. Rooms that were now designated "Fun" rooms. Inside each of these rooms was a television playing porn movies. There was also a bed- condoms if desired- and various sex toys and punishment items. So after all the families had finished with their Santa pictures, the male guests were invited into the auditorium. Once inside they were shown a movie of just how often FAGs were used. The various uses for FAGs from being a urinal- giving a blowjob- cleaning a butt- supplying a nipple to chew on- to getting fucked hard and fast. The movie even went into the types of abuse cruelly handed out to FAGs by soldiers, to relieve their stress. Men being very visual animals, all of the men in the auditorium had rock hard cocks by the time the movie was over. A soldier then addressed the crowd. He explained that the government wanted them to REALLY enjoy themselves and to pretend they were soldiers for today and tomorrow and frequent use past related FAGs for the purpose God had put them on Earth, that was to service and please human males like themselves. All of the FAGs would spend the rest of the day and evening in these FUN rooms to used continually by soldiers and male guests. Soldiers would receive another weekend pass if they used a FAG. But best of all , guests would receive coupons for each and every visit to a FAGs room. Just by pissing in its mouth, getting a blowjob, taking a shit, fucking its ass, getting another blowjob, a session of chewing and twisting the FAGs nipples, pissing again, use it as a punching bag and getting a rim job would get you 9 coupons. That's sure to make you, your wife or mother Very Happy. As he was talking , soldiers were passing out maps that listed where the private fun rooms were located and which FAG was in which room.
I was taken to the X room in my barracks. Other FAGs were placed in various places around base. The first guy to enter my room was a young, built , jock type guy. It seems his father was one of the Animal Relief FAGs and he would use him for piss and abuse, but he didn't want to put his cock in that FAGs hole after what normally goes inside it. So he was going to use me instead. He was very angry at his father and wanted to vent his anger- so he started off my roughing me up and calling me names. He told me how much he hated FAGs and wanted us all to die a painful death for what we have done to our families. He would punctuate his ramblings with punches to my gut. Then he roughly forced me on my knees and held my two ears and face fucked my throat so fast, I thought he would rip my ears off. Then he let go of my head, shoved me onto the bed and just plowed his cock in deep and power fucked me. He called me names and hit me upside the head all during the fuck season. When he finally shot his load, he just quickly yanked out his cock , forcing me to Yelp in pain. He got dressed and said he would be back later.As he opened the door to leave, I could see there was already a line at my door, waiting to use me. Three soldiers used me and then a young new husband came in. His wife's old husband was modified to please women. This young stud didn't enjoy fucking a guy with a continual hard on, so I became his meat of choice. First he urinated in my mouth- then he had me lay on the bed with him as he long stroked his cock, slow and easy up my ass. The fuck was so different and relaxing that I actually enjoyed it. After that two guys dragged me to a toilet stall so I could was out their asses after their shit. But only one of the guys wanted a rim job after his ass was washed. To my surprise and dismay, Tom and Dan entered next. Dan had enjoyed the double fuck from the night before so much, that he asked Tom to do it with him again. Tom agreed since that would give him another weekend pass . Becoming more seasoned at fucking a FAG, Dan was more demanding and rougher this time. He used the privacy of the room to swear and call me more names. He pistoned into my hole like a stallion in heat. Again, there is definitely something to be said for horny young studs. After he shot, he had me suck his cock clean, then he had me rim his hole. He copied Dad and twice farted in my face. As he left he said "Buy buy Johnny FAG.". Tom, Dan and my Father all used me several times that night. To them I had become a piece of toilet paper. Something to clean their ass, mop up their piss or shoot their cum into. It was very clear I was no longer considered their brother. They had absolutely no feelings for me at all. It finally sank in. I was all alone in the world. There was no one and no place else for me to go. I would never again be wanted or needed. I would never again have a friend or a loved one. I would never again have someone to talk to. Forever till the day I die, I would just be a used and abused FAG. Property of the U. S. Government.
By the end of Christmas night, my mouth, jaw and ass hurt so bad I thought permanent harm had been done to them. My dog cage was brought into the X room. I was told I would sleep in the cage, but if I were needed during the night, I could crawl out and service the human, then return to my cage.
Morning brought with it the same as every morning. Soldiers to wash, piss to drink, asses to wash and cocks to suck off and cocks to fuck me. If nothing else, the last two days have proven to me that a FAG I am, and a FAG I will always be. The Commander sure did know how to suck the last bit of hope from a FAGs soul. After pleasing my soldiers I was told to just lay on my latrine towel and wait for orders. I could hear noise from outside the barracks. That was odd, since it had snowed last night and the blanket of snow on the ground should have muffled the noise from the base. It was also odd that all, I mean every single soldier had left the barracks. Usually there are a few who hung back. Into the barracks walked Sgt. Woods. He yelled for me to get on my feet and meet him at the barracks doorway ASAP. I ran as fast as I could. Getting Sgt. Woods angry was never a good thing. "We have a treat for you this morning FAG. Your going to get a chance to play a little game. When I open this door you are to run. I'm not going to tell you where to run. You will have to listen closely to directions shouted at you. It's bitter cold outside and snow is on the ground. So if you don't want to freeze to death, you had better be alert. Then Sgt. Woods opened the door and I ran outside, and heard the door close behind me. No sooner did I take 6 strides outside, that I suddenly stopped in my tracks. In front of me were all the soldiers from my barracks, plus Tom, Dan, Dad, Mom and about 10 other guests. They all had snowballs in their hands. One by one they threw their snowballs at me, always aiming for my cock and single ball. Five hit their mark and I doubled over in pain and hit the snow covered ground. More snowballs hit my ass, back and head, as I heard shouts of run FAG run ! I got up and my now freezing feet tried their best to run in any direction. "Towards the commons" came a shout- and I headed for the open grounds. A snowball thrown by Tom hit me square in my ball sack and I yelled in pain as I watched my family double over in laughter. Dad aimed at my head and hit me with a tightly packed snowball right on my forehead. Mom threw a few , which landed on my ass cheek and back, but they didn't have the force of a snowball thrown by a man, so they hurt less. As I turned a corner, Dan and a soldier from the barracks, popped out from behind a tree, and with full force aimed at my cock and ball. Once again the snowballs landing dead on target, and I doubled over onto the cold snow. "The auditorium FAG." someone yelled. I lifted my bruised body and ran towards the auditorium. Snowballs were now hitting me from all sides. I cold hardly breath I was so cold and exhausted. A snowball hit my left nipple hard and it stung. Another snowball hit my ear and another smashed across my nose. I reached up to see if there was blood, but there wasn't. More snowballs hit my ass , cock and ball, but finally I was at the auditorium door. It opened and I was greeted by a soldier who hooked a leash to my cock ring and walked me over to the side of the room with other leashed, bruised and snow covered FAGs. As we FAGs obediently stood leashed at our cock rings waiting for other FAGs to complete the ordeal, humans, including my family, got cups of hot chocolate and sat at tables laughing and talking. life was so different for them. A life I was no longer a part of, and never again would be. I watched for awhile as mom did small favors for her boys. As she got them cookies and extra hot chocolate. As she would almost absentmindedly place her hand on Toms or Dans shoulder to be near them, to touch them. I could not stand the pain any longer. I just stood there with my head hung low in shame.
When the last snow covered and bruised FAG finally entered the auditorium, a soldier went to the microphone and said they would parade us FAGs around the room. Then by applause, the FAG that amused the crowd the most during the snowball toss would be named the winner, and it's relatives would receive three additional coupons each. As though I were a dog, I was led about the room by my leash. For the fun of it, my soldier would pull hard on my leash , painfully stretching out my foreskin and cock ring. He yanked so hard , that at one point I stumbled and fell on the floor, to the laughter and applause of all. My entire body turned beet red from shame. An older FAG who was bleeding and who still had difficulty breathing won the snowball contest. His wife's new husband went up to the FAG and patted him on the head. He then grabbed the FAGs ball and squeezed it real hard, making the FAG fall to his knees in pain. The new husband was then handed the three extra coupons for the snowball toss and an extra coupon for the ball squeeze.
" Ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special surprise for all family members who have a FAG that's currently listed as Animal Relief. However, all soldiers and guests are welcome to join us as we head over to the kennels and the outdoor compound there. This is something you don't want to miss. Handlers , bring along all the FAGs so they get a glimpse into their future." We all headed outside to the outdoor compound and lined up around the fence. One by one the FAGs listed as Animal Relief were brought out and securely fastened to long inclined tables. Next a stick with a sponge on the end of it was dipped into a jar and coated with a dark brown liquid. The sponge was then rubbed against the FAGs, now naked and up turned ass. The crowd became very very silent as the compound workers finished their task and walked over to the coral gate. Everyone expected dogs to enter the compound, but to our surprise reindeer came prancing into the compound. Each reindeer had a red rubber nose over its own. The entire crowd of onlookers cheered and clapped. Soon we saw reindeer after reindeer approach a bound FAG, and place the rubber nose against the FAGs ass to smell it. The reindeer then let out a whinny and grunt and got to work. The crowd again clapped and cheered.. No one had seen a sight like this before. Every now and then you could hear a loud groan or yell above the noise of the crowd, but for the most part the Animal Relief FAGs had resolved themselves to their role in this world, and just lay there and accepted their lot the best they could. I felt so sorry for these FAGs . They were so close to their last stage as a GFAG, and yet they still had to endure this humiliation. Then I thought, someday that would be me fastened to that bench. Again I hung my head low, in shame and sadness.
When the reindeer lost interest, the crowd was sent to the aircraft hanger, for the final evening of Festival entertainment. Once inside we saw booths set up, food stations and service benches. The FAGs were placed in different locations. A few FAGs who used by the women soldiers were placed in the ring toss both. Their always stiff cocks made the game of Ring Toss more fun ! A few greatly modified female looking FAGs were placed in the Pop the Balloon dart game booth. I wasn't sure if the darts were to be thrown at their hideously large man made tits, or the balloons taped to their bodies. Other FAGs were placed in the pissing contest booth. Humans were timed to see who could piss into a FAG for the longest period of time. Winners received coupons. Towards the back was a long low tub filled with shaved ice. A sign on the tub , said "piss here". Next to the tub were empty snow cone cups and a scooper. The both's banner read " Eat The Yellow Snow, FAGs". About 10 FAGs were placed there. There was a nipple twisting booth and a golf booth with FAGs sitting on the green with their legs spread wide and ball hanging just behind a golf hole. I was placed in the FAG Race booth with 7 other FAGs. All remaining FAGs were strapped to service benches or on their knees for cock sucking and urinal duty. The lines were long for the cock suckers and service FAGs, since all the soldiers wanted to receive this third and last weekend pass, so they could head home tomorrow to see their families. However I was surprised at how many male guests were also in line to fuck a FAG or get a blowjob. I guess men get used to public sex rather quickly.
For the next four hours, soldiers and guests wandered around the hanger enjoying the games and the food. Many of the guests used the services of FAGs that had been their relatives. Dads , Sons, and New Husbands fucked their past FAG relative with a new gusto and ferocity. I noticed the New Husbands enjoyed taunting the FAGs they fucked Telling the FAG in detail how they would fuck his ex wife and what a great fuck she was. How he would make her squirm and squeal with joy as his massive cock fucked her. Something your ex said you never could do. I could see the anguish in the FAGs eyes, knowing the cock that was fucking it, was also fucking his ex wife who it still loved.. For everyone but the FAGs it was a great night. The Festival had been a success in all ways. My booth alone buzzed non stop with men competing in FAG Races till the very last minute.
"Ladies and gentlemen" an announcer said. " I'm sorry to tell you that the Festival is now almost over. You can trade in your unused coupons for money at the booth to my right. We have one last, but very very special event for you to take part in. Handlers please bring all the FAGs to the assigned stations by the wall." One by one each FAG was moved to an area by the wall. A ball gag was once again placed around our head and in our mouth. A very high stiff leather collar was then fastened around our necks, making it impossible for us to bend our necks and look downward. "Ladies and gentlemen please go over to where your past relative FAG is now standing. " My Mother , Father, Tom, and Dan were now standing in front of me. A soldier brought over a small pen like electrical devices, he also had with him a pain remote control for our shock collars. To let us know he meant business, each soldier gave his FAG a mild shock so the FAG would remember how painful the collar could become. " Ladies and gentlemen, as honored guests, we would like to give each of you one last exciting and rewarding experience. You will each be handed , one at a time, a tattoo gun. You will have the great honor of being able to write or print any word, saying or drawing on your FAG. Remember a tattoo is for life, so think we'll before your write. Make it something memorable " My heart sunk as low as it had ever been, as I am sure , did all the other FAGs hearts. Now our past loved ones would be writing words of scorn and hate that would remain permanently on our bodies. Not only was this Festival heartbreaking, but now the heartbreak would forever be with us, etched upon our very bodies to be seen and remembered each day of our lives.
The soldier ordered me to spread my legs, lift my arms out to the side, and keep them there. I was also told to stand at attention, tall and motionless, Or Else, and the soldier showed me the pain remote control. Dan was first. He reached for the tattoo pen and said he knew exactly what he wanted to write. He walked behind me. He started up the tattoo pen and placed it at the very bottom of my yellow cowards stripe, right where it met my ass crack. The needles of the pen stabbed into my flesh, and I closed my eyes to help get used to it. With the pen he drew an arrow at the end of the stripe, pointing towards my ass crack. Then on one side of the arrow he printed in bold letters ENTER, and on the other side he printed HERE. Seeing the arrow and the phrase Enter Here, Tom burst out laughing and high fived Dan. " Way to go little brother ". Next Tom took the tattoo pen. He pressed it against the middle of my stomach and again in bold print wrote the word WORTHLESS. Dad patted Tom on the back, and said "Good job son". And Mom said, "so true, so very true." As these words were written the soldier next to me , whispered into my ear, what was being printed on my body. Knowing what Dan and Tom had tattooed on my body, I started to sob and tears ran down my cheeks. Next my father took hold of the pen. Just above my right tit he printed the word FATHERLESS. As the soldier whispered this to me, my sobbing became uncontrollable. I no longer had a father. My chest heaved and the soldier raised the remote to make me stop the movement. Dad handed the tattoo pen to Mom. She looked me square in the eyes, then lifted her free hand and slapped me hard across my face. The sound of her slap echoed inside the large hanger, and many guests turned to look my way. She pressed the stinging tattoo pen above my right tit, where my heart would be. And she tattooed forever the word MOTHERLESS upon me. The soldier whispered the word to me. I shut my eyes as the tears ran down and I shook my head no. I whispered into my ball gag the words " Oh God, No, please No, don't let this be happening". But no one could hear my whispers, not even God.
The FAGs were made to stand at attention, arms still out, as all guests and remaining free soldiers were ushered out of the hanger and back to their rooms to pack for tomorrow's departure. That was the last time I ever saw my Mom and Dad. Chain leashes were once again attached to each FAGs cock ring. The leather neck brace and ball gag was removed. One by one the defeated and humiliated FAGs were taken away to spend the night alone in their dog cages. The Commanders victory was absolute !