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GFAG A story by Tom Tooluse

Chapter 13A : The Final Chapter: What Goes In, Cums Out !

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From the First Annual Christmas Festival onward, the FAGs on base were definitely more docile and obedient. All hope had been removed from them. The Festival was such a big hit, that it was copied on U.S. Bases all around the country. The U.S. Government was even considering making a form of the Festival a standard part of GFAG training. The GFAG program was such a huge hit, that at Military Recruitment Centers all around the country, small rooms were set aside called "service centers", where GFAGs were fastened to service benches to give prospective new recruits a taste of the Army,s "good life". I don't see how the government managed to supply the bases and recruitment centers with so many FAGs. Statistics said cowardly acts were at a sharp decline. Rumor had it that well built attractive young soldiers with the right attributes were sometimes falsely accused of desertion, given a kangaroo trial, and falsely sentenced to life as a GFAG. However it's hard to believe that The U.S. Government could ever be that cruel.

Tom used me a lot more after The Christmas Festival. He seemed to know that all the hope of a regular life had left my body. I had resolved myself to that fact that I was a FAG and would always be a FAG. Since a FAGs best chance of surviving longer was to please humans, I dedicated myself to being the best FAG any human could use. I made mental notes of what Tom enjoyed and always saw to it that he received the best. When he fucked me I would tighten my hole. Tom loved a pussy that squeezed his cock as he fucked it. He also enjoyed it when I wiggled a bit, I think it increased the pussy friction on his cock. Tom still slapped me across the face each and every time, however I learned that if I showed the pain of the slap, he enjoyed it more.

As the months passed, I found out that Tom had gotten married and that he and his wife were expecting a baby boy. Tom was riding on a fatherhood hi. But for some reason rather than being nicer to me, he became more cruel. He enjoyed working out by using my gut as a punching bag. Being an athlete, the way I used to be, Tom joined the bases Baseball team. One day after a game he brought the entire team back to the barracks. Tom had me lay across his bunk as all his team mates gathered around. To my horror Tom took a baseball bat out of his gym bag and pressed the handle end against my ass hole. The other players just mumbled and kept saying "no way." Tom pressed harder and my ass gave way and the bat started sliding up my hole. The further in the bat went, the thicker it became. Soon I was moaning loudly in pain. By now the other players had their mouths open in shock, but they never told Tom to stop or take the bat out. To them I was just a GFAG , something to be used , humiliated and harmed if they desired. About half the bat was up my ass and I thought for sure Tom would tear up my insides and kill me. But he slowly started pulling it out and pushing it back in. The friction sensor had no idea it was being rubbed by a wooden bat and not a hard cock, so it triggered my ass contractions. My own ass was trying to fuck a wooden baseball bat. Seeing this, Tom told the guys I was the horniest fucking FAG he had ever seen. A few of the players were now rubbing their crotches, having been turned on by the sight. Told told them to pull down their baseball pants and cup supporters and let me suck them off. A line of about 6 guys was made on the side of the bed where my head hung off. One by one each of the baseball players had me suck them off as Tom fucked my ass with the bat. When the group seemed to be tired of the show, Tom said " Pay Up." and each of the guys handed him $10. I had become a wager for Tom , a way to make money!

Sgt. Woods and Tom soon started double fucking me a lot. My brother always stayed on the bottom and Sgt. Woods stood up and fucked me. Often they would chit chat while fucking me. It was almost like I wasn't even there. While listening to their conversations, I found out Sgt. Woods had become a good friend of the family, often visiting my Mom and Dads place and Toms place out of state.. My brother had even asked him to be the babies Godfather. They used to joke that gay civilians would pay good money to use an obedient FAG like me. They would say how they could put ads on the Internet and have these men sneak on base and use and abuse me in the X room. They joked how the thousands they would make off my body would be a great little nest egg for when they left the military. I would lay there, pretending I heard nothing, and pray they were only joking.

By now , at the age of 22, my body was loosing the tight muscular build it once had. Being a FAG meant I was a thing to be used, then shoved on the side, out of sight, till needed again. I was never sent to the gym to keep my body fit or fed any type of healthy food. Or any type of food for that matter. Day after day it was just FAG CHOW and my Latrine towel. That all changed one day while Sgt. Woods was walking me around base with a leash attached to my cock ring. Sgt. Woods enjoyed making me his little pet dog while in public. He had me on all fours by a tree , with my leg raised and me pissing on the tree dog style. Out of no where came his buddy that he had talked to on the sidewalk the very first day I had arrived at the base. It turns out Sgt. Woods is one of the Weight Lifting Coaches and the guy he was talking to was one of The Army's football players. A lot of the players worked out with Sgt. Woods so they were buddies. " So Woods, when are you going to let us players use your FAG ?" It was as though a light bulb had turned on inside Sgt. Woods head. He looked down at me, then up again at his buddy. " Your absolutely correct. What this FAG needs is some good exercise and athletes injecting Jock cum up its ass and down its throat ." I think I'll start sending it to the gym next week.

Monday rolled around and I took care of my morning duties as always. I scrubbed soldiers in the shower. I wiped and clean their asses in the stalls. I rimmed a couple guys and sucked off a few others. I received my morning piss and a few fucks. But after all the guys had left to report to their posts, Sgt. Woods came strolling into the latrine. "Scrub up FAG. We're heading out. " I quickly washed myself with cold water and lye soap. Sgt. Woods came back into the Latrine and hooked my cock ring up to a dog leash and outside we went. I followed behind like the good little FAG I had become. After about 10 minutes of walking , we approached the bases Gym. On the far right side of the gym was a small secondary entrance door. Sgt. Woods opened the door and led us inside. Like every gym I have ever been in, the hallway was made of painted cinder blocks with bright fluorescent lights above. As we walked down the hallway, the noise made by Sgt. Woods boots echoed through the hall. We entered a room titled weight room. It was a rather large room. Lined on two sides of the room were wall to wall mirrors. The room itself had a warm musky feel to it. Scattered all around the room were weights , barbells and weight lifting benches. But off on one corner, where the walls containing the mirrors met, was a FAG service bench. I stopped for a moment and looked at the bench. As I did so Sgt. Woods happened to turn around and see me looking at it. "Yes FAG, that will be home for quite a few afternoons while your barracks soldiers are on duty." I expected the Sgt. To tie me to the bench, but he just kept walking and pulling me after him. We walked through the latrine area of the Gym, and as we passed a few toilets I heard Sgt. Woods muttering to himself. " Fucking slobs can't even flush for themselves. FAG go over there and flush those toilets. Those fucking floating turds stink up the place. I walked as far as I could with the leash attached and flushed about three toilets , as Sgt. Woods followed behind. As we approached the fourth toilet, the Sgt. Looked into the bowl and didn't see any turds, however he did see the bowl was filled with piss. "Drink up FAG, your going to need it." I lowered my body and placed my head into the toilet bowel and lapped up the cool piss mixed with toilet bowl water. After four years of being a FAG, cold piss had become a welcome refreshment to me. I can't even remember what soda and coffee tastes like any longer. "Enough FAG." And the Sgt. Yanked on my leash and we moved on. As we entered the men's locker room, that unmistakable smell of men's sweat hit my senses. Even if you were blindfolded, the second you were taken into a men's locker room, you would knew where you were. The smell made me light headed. It was a mix of foot, groin, crotch, pit and chest sweat, mixed with that musky odor between a mans legs. Seeing a large pile of dirty sweaty used PT shorts, discarded tee shirts , three jockstraps and two wet towels on the floor, Sgt. Woods told me to lay down on them and enjoy the aroma of human men, while he got changed into his PT gear. I did as ordered and the strong smell of men who had played a game or worked out hard, filled my nose. In just a few minutes The Sgt. was done, and dressed in brown PT shorts and a tight brown undershirt with the word Army printed across it. I was then marched into the exercise room. Like the wight room, two of the walls were cover with mirrors. All around the room were rows and rows of exercise equipment. I was marched up to one of the tread mills. I was directed to get on the tread mill, while the end of my leash was fastened to the front of the tread mill. Sgt Woods just flicked a side switch and the tread mill slowly began to move. " FAG , your job is to just keep running on the tread mill. He adjusted the mill to a fast speed and I began running in place." Sgt. Woods then gave a word of Warning "If you try to slow down or stop running, the tread mill will yank hard on your leash , and the ringed end of your cock skin will be ripped off. Enjoy your run FAG ! " Sgt. Woods then left. He must have been gone a full two hours. I soon became exhausted and tried slowing down a little, but the tread mill pulled hard on my leash and the pain in my cock spurred me to speed up and continue running. A few soldiers came into the exercise room and used the machines. Many of them reached around and played with my pussy, tits and hole as I continue my run. " See You later. I'll pound that sweet pussy. FAG the football team is sure looking forward to that pussy. " Where phrases shouted to me as I ran on the tread mill. One really large and built football player named Frank, told me that Sgt. Woods had promised me to the team and any other soldiers exercising , during my afternoon "off" hours , while my barracks soldiers were at their posts. True to his word, Sgt. Woods unhooked me from the tread mill after the two hour run. He gave me no time to relax or cool down. It's a good thing I had that cold piss drink before my workout. Sgt. Woods just fastened me to the Service Bench in the Weight Room. Soldier after sweaty soldier used my pussy and mouth for their relief during and after their exercise routine. Many seemed to be on Sgt.Woods Weight Lifting team and on the Army Football team.

Day after day for many months Sgt. Woods brought me to the Gym after my morning barracks duties. He would force me to work out as well as have me service the bases Jocks. I guess the Jocks had more to prove to their buddies, since they were always rough with me and most enjoyed power fucking me hard and deep. One football player "Frank", enjoyed unfastening me from my service bench. He was a massive guy, who had muscles in areas I didn't even know were possible . He got off on lifting me up and using my body as a barbell. To him I was nothing, and he easily lifted me. When horny, he would use me as his barbell, then order me to spread my legs. While lifting me, he would aim his cock at my hole, and fuck me each time he lowered my body. It was a strange weight lifting session, but he really enjoyed it. He called it Power Lifting a FAG. One of the other football players found out how nasty smelling and tasting piss tainted with asparagus tasted. He made a point of eating it for lunch before his workouts, and always using my mouth to dump his acrid awful piss into.

In a strange way, I should thank Sgt. Woods. Since he forced me to workout every day , my muscles, definition, and tone came back. Soon I looked as buff as I had been when I was 18. I'm sure that definition helped keep me a desired FAG to be used by the soldiers, thus extending my life span. But don't get me wrong. Sgt. Woods and my brother were in no way nice to me. As a matter of fact, during Baseball season, Sgt. Woods would let Tom bring me to his baseball games. I was kept in the dugout and used as the "relief mascot" for the team. Most of the time I was used as a piss urinal during innings, however guys did face fuck me or fuck my pussy if they felt stressed during the game. Since I was the unofficial mascot, I had my bald head rubbed for good luck and my gut punched when games were lost.

Sgt. Woods and Tom, carried out their secret and illegal plan of renting me out to sadistic gay civilians. They placed ads on gay web sites and offered "No Holds barred use of me for prices lower than listed by male prostitutes. Sgt. Woods used his rank to sneak the guys onto base, and let them use me in the barracks X room. Most of these men were very cruel and enjoyed causing me pain more than having sex. As a GFAG, I could not complain. I knew Sgt. Woods and Tom had all the power, so I just did as ordered. However I heard Tom and Sgt. Woods talking, and knew that they had to be Very Very careful in this operation. There was a new government in Washington, and their focus was very different from past governments. For many many years the two major political parties had infuriated voters. Their tactics of no compromise, periodically shutting down the government and constant bickering , had allowed a new third party to grow and become more powerful. This new party was called the Renaissance Party. It's platform was based on compromise, bringing in money and legal modification. The new party felt that rather than spending large sums of money on welfare that all government welfare recipients would have a cut off date. They would be required to have work training while receiving benefits, then at a set date- benefits were cut off and they had to get a job and pay taxes. The new party also felt that there was nothing really wrong with the government, so they believed it should never be forced to have a political "Government Shut Down" as Congress had done countless times in the past. It saw no need to cut taxes for the rich or for business, instead the party said it would cut government spending by strictly enforcing current laws. It made all government agencies required to catch all tax cheats, and cut back on spending. The first thing the new party did when it came into power was to get rid of prostitution laws and drug laws. Prostitution and drugs were now legal and permits and taxes had to be paid on the service. Billions of dollars were collected from fees and taxes paid by prostitutes and drug pushers. The party then released countless drug and prostitute criminals from jail and prison. Hundreds of millions of dollars more were saved on prison costs. Knowing they were breaking a major laws by letting civilians pay to use me, and not paying taxes on this money- Tom and Sgt. Woods were very careful in pimping me out.

My horrible life as a GFAG continued along its normal course for about another year. Then one day a group of about 200 Freedom Fighters that were allies of ours, came on base for extended training. As a sign of solidarity between these foreign soldiers and our military, we FAGs were offered as relief to them. Since we were not humans, it did not break any of their religious beliefs to use us. So one afternoon myself and nine other FAGs were taken into the woods at one of the bases training locations. We were told to lean over a low fence near the foreign soldiers camp site. We were roughly tied with rope to the fence. We stayed like that, bent over the fence, tied , and our bent upturned asses available and on display. After finishing their daily training and workout, the foreign freedom fighters were gathered into a group and given a speech explaining that a GFAG was not a human. That it was a thing in the eyes of the U.S. Government and God. A GFAG had disgraced itself so much by its cowardice that it had been sentenced to a life of pain and sexual use by humans. The soldiers, who had not had sex with a women for almost 6 months, were told that our pussies and tits were theirs to enjoy! The men were then lined up behind us. One by one they ravaged our bodies. My grunts and moans could be heard along with those of my fellow GFAGs. These soldiers were horny as hell and went at us with full force. As his soldiers were using us , one of the foreign officers walked around, both behind and in front of us, to make sure we were showing his men a good time. As the officer approached me he stopped. He stood staring at me for a good 15 minutes. About three of his men had shot their load up my ass, yet this officer just kept staring at me. He finally walked over and lifted my head and looked deeply at my face and into my eyes. " I know you" ! He finally said. "I definitely know you". He shook his head, stared at me a little longer, then walked away. That evening I was summoned to his room. I was prepared for a private session with him. However when I arrived- he was fully dressed, and he told me to sit down. I looked at him and did not move. "Sit, it's Ok, I order you to sit" and I did so. "Now FAG, I am ordering you to speak" tell me how it is that you became a GFAG. I explained my story in detail to this foreign officer. He sat and listened, then asked me questions pertaining to the location of the farm house I was found in, the dates, and a few other pertinent details. Then he sat in a chair right next to me, lifted my face , stared into my eyes and said " You have been falsely accused of cowardice. Your an innocent man. I am the man who put you in that bed in that farm house." My heart started pounding so hard I thought it would burst. Blood rushed to my head and the room spun a little. "Sir, what do you mean Sir?" I said. He looked at me even closer. "That day many many years ago, our Freedom Fighter forces had received intelligence that the enemy was planning a trap for allied forces. We had planned to circle behind them, and attack. However we arrived at the site to late, and heard the battle taking place between your force and the enemies. Unfortunately by the time we attacked, all of your men had been killed. That is except you. A bomb had gone off close to you and knocked you unconscious. I was just a regular soldier at the time. My buddy, who has since been killed, and I , were ordered to take you someplace safe, while the rest of our forces pursued the enemy as they ran to escape. We were ordered to deposit you behind the lines, then quickly come back to our squad and help with the fight. We found that deserted farm house and placed you in that bed. We left to join our forces. The plan was that we would come for you later- after the fighting was finished, and give you needed medical help. Unfortunately you were captured by your own men before we could return to care for you". My face must have been one of shock. " It's true, your not a deserter". All I could manage to say was the word "But." As though reading my mind, the officer stopped me. "your going to say, But why didn't we tell someone." I nodded my head yes. "We did, actually I did. I spoke to your officer, a Sgt. Biggs, on the telephone. He even asked me to send a letter explaining in detail what had happened and to sign it, and have my commanding officer sign it. Which we did. I know Sgt. Biggs received the letter, since he wrote back, thanking me for it. He further went on to tell me not to worry, that you would be taken care of, that he would see to it." By now my body was shaking and tears were flowing down my face. I was not a deserter, I was not a coward. I knew I couldn't be. " Please Sir I asked, could you inform my officials of this news Sir. As a GFAG, I am not permitted to speak to them, even for my own defense." He assured me he would, and I left his room and walked back to my barracks and my latrine towel.

After that meeting, things started happening real fast, and not the way I expected. Two days later I was woken at 4am by two MP guards. I was marched over to the kennels. A plug was placed up my ass and level one restraints were put on me. I was placed in a cage and trucked to Leavenworth Military Prison the next day. I was informed I was now a level 2 GFAG and would be servicing prisoners. I had expected to be set free- yet I was heading for a bigger hell instead. Should I break all the rules and speak up, or keep my mouth shut and allow the system to prevail? Speaking out demanding justice could result in a horrible punishment. My vocal cords could be removed for the insolence. I felt it best to say nothing. For about a months I was placed in cells with sex starved criminals and used by them day and night. There were a few who were crazy and I feared for my life when I was with them. However for the most part, they were just very very horny and lonely men. Some were actually kind and hold me tight and whispered kind words in my ear as they fucked me. I was the next best thing to a women, so I was often cherished rather than harmed. Many of the criminals said they had been framed, and that under new laws they would be sold as slaves, thus giving the government profit. One night I heard the prison guards talking about me. They said there was something unusual about my paper work, and the prison Warden wanted to "make me go away". I hoped that meant that my case was being looked at.

A few days after I heard the guards talking, I was once again placed in a cage, plugged, gagged and put in level one restraints. Soon a truck came to collect me. I froze in horror when I saw the writing on the side of the truck, stating it was "U.S. Army GFAG Kennels Collection". Oh God what does that mean ? The drive to wherever they were taking me was both humiliating and fear filled. Was I being taken to another Prison or was I being taken to a new base and further classified downward. Oh God, don't let it be FAG level 3. Four days later the truck pulled into an Army base in a remote desert region of the west. I was greeted buy particularly cruel soldiers who pushed me around and displayed the greatest contempt for me. On my second day there, two soldiers dragged me out of my cage, and just pulled me across the Kennels floor. Then I was placed on my side, and held tightly in place by both soldiers. An officer approached with a tattoo gun. I tried to speak up finally. I said NO- this is all a mistake, you will see, it's all a mistake. Using his fist, the soldier holding my front half stated furiously punching my face. Battered till I was nearly unconscious, I gave up all fight and accepted my fate. On the side of my body , the kennels officer tattooed in large black letters the nickname "Doggy Dump". He informed me I was now a level 3 GFAG. He said " You buy each day of life by pleasing my men and our animals.". I was released by the two soldiers and out of shock, I tried to stand up. He then punched me real hard in the gut and I doubled over in pain. "That's how I want to see you, my little puppy,, bent over ! Dogs don't stand up straight. Later that same afternoon, soldiers dragged me outside into the searing heat of the desert bases Keller compound. I was tied so tightly to the outside compound Serving Bench , that my hands and feet went numb from lack of circulation. A solder took a long stick with a sponge on the end of it and dipped it into a jar containing a brown liquid. He then rubbed that sponge and liquid all around my pussy and even inside it. He then patted me on my head and told me " Have Fun". and left. A short time later I heard dogs running- I could feel their presence near me. Then three or four large black German Shepherds circled me. There was barking and growling. I could feel a cold wet nose pressed against my hole. Then I felt paws. I closed my eyes, and let myself drift off, thinking back to those great family days at the beach during the summer. My Mom and Dad , and us three boys , playing in the water and sand , having fun. I then grit my teeth , let out a yell and squeezed my eyes tightly closed.

I had no idea if it was just Sgt. Woods or Sgt. Biggs , who had me moved to the Prison and now this Base and kennel. Or if my previous Bases Commanding Officer, or even the Government, had something to do with it. One thing was clear, they wanted to make me go away, to disappear. Was Tom and Sgt. Woods trying to cover up their crimes. Or was the Government trying to hide its mistakes. All I knew was that my life was now on a day by day basis. I knew that at any minute a soldier could stick a needle in my arm. But at least I knew the truth. I knew I was not a coward ! I also knew, that even though I did not stay a soldier very long, and I did not wish to be a GFAG, in my own small way," I HAD SERVED MY COUNTRY". I had helped my country create better fighting men, by giving soldiers stress and sexual relief.

Days turned to weeks, yet no one came to save me. Had the foreign officer lied about helping me, or had others stepped in to assure I would never be freed? Now it doesn't even seem to matter. They have a way of sucking all hope from GFAGs. My life now was simply pleasing my animals and not upsetting the soldiers. I worked hard at both, after all my life was on the line.As usual I had been taken outside this morning to tend to the animals needs. As I finished up with my last animal I saw him. He was a tall muscular soldier that I had never seen before He walking towards me in the compound. He said nothing, but he didn't need to. I knew why he was there. I could not see the needle. But I knew he was coming for me. He had that look about him. That look that spelled out the end for me. He walked behind me and I could hear him taking something out of his pocket. I closed my eyes tightly. I tried my hardest to will my mind to a different location, a different time. I could see in my minds eye the beach that many many years ago. My Dad and Mom sitting in beach chairs, Tom and Dan in the sand with me building sand castles. Then there was a sharp pain and the needle entered my arm. I could feel the solution burning as it entered my blood stream. I was now fully conscious, but could not move. Two other soldiers came into the yard and placed me on a stretcher and carried me to the Vet. Once there , they placed me on my back, on a cold metal operating table. I stared up at the bright light above me. I don't know how it was possible, but a tiny tear escaped my left eye, and rolled down across my face and dripped onto the cold operating room table. I could see the Vets as they hovered around me.

As the lead Veterinarian lifted an instrument that looked like a scalpel , the door to the operating room opened and an officer entered. He walked right to the lead Vet and whispered something in his ear. A moment later the Vet looked down at me and said to the others "OK- Pack it in. Move this animal to a cage. The medication should wear off soon. It seems the new government has outlawed Stage 4 GFAG. We have been ordered to stop all such operations immediately. Plus there seems to be some sort of upper level investigation going on with this animal, so be careful with it."

I spent the next few weeks in a cage inside the kennel area. I was not taken outside to the compound, nor were animals brought near me. As a matter of fact, no one used me, not even the soldiers. For the first time in over 5 years, I was not being used or abused. However no one was talking to me either. I spent my days in solitude, curled up in my cage on the floor. Then one day a soldier and officer , both in dress uniform came to get me. They unlocked my cage and "asked" me to follow them. I was shocked by their kindness. They gave me a light weight robe to put on and led me to a car , and asked me to get in. They said they were driving me to another Military base not far away. Once there , I was shown to a private room and clothing was left on the bed for me to dress in. I was shocked , but assured it was ok to put on the clothes. About an hour later the two men returned. They sat in chairs by me and explained what was going on. It seems that the new Government had immediately outlawed GFAG level 4. Plus the government was looking into possibly changing the entire GFAG system. In an effort to increase revenue, the government was thinking of hiring people for the GFAG program. Soldiers would automatically pay a minimal FAG usage fee that would be deducted from their pay , just like a tax. The newly paid FAGs would have to pay a license fee and income tax. This would generate great revenue for the country. The GFAGs would be designated as humans and have all human rights. However, that was only speculation at this point.

What was even more important to me was next explained by the two soldiers. The Foreign Officer had kept his word. He had reported to my superiors the entire Farm House Incident. He had sent one copy of his report to the Base Commander, and another copy to Sgt. Woods. When Sgt. Woods read the report he knew that it would leak out that he had illegally sold me to civilians and not paid taxes, so he arranged for my new FAG classifications and deployments. To cover his tracks he bribed the Base Commanders secretary to bury the Foreign Officers Farm House report. The report was placed in the bottom of a filing cabinet , hopefully lost , never to be read. Quite by chance, the Commander came upon the report about two weeks ago. The Commander hated FAGs but he was a very honorable man. His secretary was relieved of duty, and an investigation begun. Bit by bit the government found out about Tom and Sgt. Woods selling me. Next they found out that I had been shipped away from base so I could disappear in the system, permanently. They then discovered that Sgt. Biggs had known the truth all along, but had allowed me to be falsely convicted. They believe Sgt. Biggs had plans of purchasing me at a later date , and using me on his families farms.

A formal hearing was set for a month later. It seems justice moves slowly. A judge officially ruled me free and a human again. Some modifications , like my No Grow , and Flip Valve could be removed plus false teeth and a fake ball implanted if I wished . However , other modifications such as my pussy , tits , lack of hair and tattoos, could not be removed or changed. I was paid damages, plus all my military back pay. At separate court hearings, Sgt. Biggs was sent to prison on obstruction of justice and other higher charges. Sgt. Woods was sent to prison on evasion of tax charges , and gross obstruction of justice. My brother Tom was sent to jail for evasion of tax. Both Tom and Sgt. Woods were required to pay me back all the money they had made off of selling me. Not having the money, my brother was forced to sell his house, and his wife and baby had to move in with my Mom and Dad. In a strange outcome, my family now avoided me even more. I'm not sure if it was because of Tom , or because they were embarrassed by what they had done to me. But I have not seen nor heard from my family since, even though I have sent many requests to meet with them.

The new government has called me in for meetings , on the possibility of establishing a Pay For Hire GFAG program, with me as its director, and with me possibly staying on a base as a GFAG worker. I think I would enjoy being back on a Military Base , servicing all those needy, sex starved soldiers. However this time, the service would be as one human to another, without the pain and abuse. I pray to God each night that the new government follows up on GFAG reform. I can't help but think of the daily suffering and torture my fellow FAGs are living through. I'm still a young guy at 23 with a very very long life ahead of me. Wow, that's something I never would have said a few months ago. Perhaps while on base servicing soldiers, I will be lucky and find the man of my dreams. A guy that can accept me for what I was and what I am.