GFAG A Story by Tom Tooluse
Chapter 15 : Sailors Cheese
That evening the FAGs were removed from their cages one by one. As soon as the winning ships Captain was ready, he would send Navy personnel to collect his FAG and transport it to his ship. The FAG was now property of the U.S. Navy. It's life would now be focused on pleasing all the sailors aboard its ship. Soon I was the last FAG remaining in the auction cell area. Alone and scared I curled up into a fetal position and tried to sleep on the floor of the cell. However about 2am the two MIAs started banging on the bars of my cage with their night sticks. I jumped awake and stood in their presence. "It seems it will be a day or two till your ship arrives in port FAG. You have been assigned to a submarine. You should like that FAG. After all the entire boat is shaped like a hard cock. Perhaps you can try fucking it !" With that said, both MIAs started laughing. " We have been given orders to make sure you stay in FAG shape, no laying around for you , Animals like you are to be used or disposed of." As he said these last words , both MIAs were undoing their work belts and pulling down their pants and underwear. Two hard MIA cocks were placed between the steel bars of the cage. I immediately got on my knees and took turns sucking off both men till each shot a load down my throat. As the remaining hours of night passed, the guards ushered in buddies of there's that I was required to suck off. I got very little sleep that night. Tired and disoriented I was woken with a blast of cold water washing me down. When finished the two MIAs led me outside to the docks loading area. I could see hundreds of Navy personnel in uniform milling around loading ships and moving cargo. I was taken to a steel post in the center of a small area surrounded by tall cargo containers. A metal dog chain was attached to the post and then to a hook on my collar. A guard took out a marking pen and taped a magnet to it. Using the marker he wrote something on my back. I later found out it told each new man using me to make a counting slash mark on my back with the marker. The MIAs wanted to keep count of the number of dock working sailors who would get blowjobs or fuck me. The marker was then placed on my metal collar, ready to be used. A large sign was placed near me, reading " This Animal is Free to be used by any Navy Personnel, Fuck its hole or mouth, Enjoy, ! Complements of your U.S. Navy "
Soon enough a line started to form. One by one the sailors walked over to me, undid their pants, fished out their cocks, and had me suck them off. Each one, drawing a small slash mark on my back. Off to one side I saw a group of about 8 sailors looking at me and laughing as they chatted. As one of the MIAs walked towards me with my morning bowl of FAG Chow, a guy in the group called him over. The MIA guard and group talked and laughed a bit- then the MIA handed them my bowl of FAG Chow and left. The 8 burly dock workers walked over to me carrying my food. " Well look what we got here." Said one of the Navy dock workers. " Looks to me like we got ourselves one of those fancy seafood eating FAG animals. Well since it likes seafood so much, let's give it a nice welcoming bowl of fresh seafood cheese." All the guys laughed. Each guy looked more rugged and scary then the next. They also reaked from hard work and sweat. I doubted if any of them had showered for a week. All eight of the men undid their pants and pulled down their sweat covered underwear. Suddenly a strong burst of sweaty man crotch smells attacked my nose. These sailors were as ripe as a yellow banana. Each of the 8 were uncut and sported nice size cocks. Some of the cocks stayed limp but others soon grew to hard stiffness. One by one the men peeled back their fore skin revealing large chunks of clotted man penis cheese. The cheese ranged from a milky white to yellowish green in color. But one thing each of the men's cheese had in common was that it stunk to holy hell. Seeing the expression on my face , all the sailors began to laugh. " I bet you can't wait to chow down on this genuine Navy Sailor cheese. Ain't that right FAG ?" I didn't answer quick enough, so one of the sailors closer to me, slapped me hard across my face. "We asked you a question Fag !" I looked at the men and quickly spoke up. "Sirs , it would be my honor to be fed your Navy cheese , Sirs". Again they all laughed and scooped up the cheese stuck to their cock heads and underside of their fore skins. Each man then deposited his cheese into my FAG Chow, stirring it around with their fingers. By the time the men had finished I could plainly see the clumps of penis cheese mixed in with my fag chow. The men wiped the Fag Chow from their fingers onto my naked body. The bowl of FAG Chow and Navy Penis Cheese was placed on the ground. I was told to lap it up and enjoy it, while they enjoyed themselves. I got on my knees as ordered. One by one , each of the sailors got on their knees behind me. Aimed their now stiff uncut cocks at my pussy and plowed in deep and fast as I lapped away at my chow mixed with their cock cheese. After each sailor shot his load up my hole, he dutifully marked my back. As I finished the bowl of chow, one of the sailors said I needed something to wash down my food with. He stood in front of me as I respectfully opened my mouth and drank down his morning piss load. For my work , I received a pat on the head from a few of the guys. One of the guys said, as he walked away " Don't expect such a lavish meal all the time FAG. After all , animals like you should only be fed scraps." The guys laughed and patted each other on the back as they walked out of sight. But soon enough there were other dock workers taking their place. I was exhausted and humiliated, but that was the life of a FAG.
That evening I was once again locked in my cage and used by all sorts of sailors brought to me by the MIAs. In the morning I was again led outside , chained to the post and used as a relief animal for the dock workers.
At about 5 pm an officer and three burly guys approached me. One of the burly guys carried a long tool box. It seemed heavy, as though there were a sledge hammer or ax in it. "Let's see what we have here said the officer " as he turned me around to inspect the number of slash marks on my back. " Fifty six- dame this animal can sure take cock". He swung me around again and looked me square in the eye. "Your my meat now animal! Got it ". I looked at him and said "Sir, yes Sir." The officer looked at the other three men and said. "It may be a piece of shit just worth using, but I will say this, it sure as fuck knows it's place in life ." "Now move your head and neck over to this pile of boxes and lay your neck on it so my henchmen have clean access"! I was shit scarred. But I did as ordered. Like in days of long past, I placed my head and neck on the chopping block and prayed to my maker to make it swift and painless. The largest and meanest of the guys opened the tool chest and took out two items made of what sounded like steel. But I could not see what they were. The man used the tool I could not see to fiddled with my collar. As he did so, an audible countdown started. I tensed up and noticed the Officer and other sailor moved far back from me. " Lay still and it will soon be over for you" was all the sailor said. I could no longer feel his presence behind me, and thought he to had moved away from me. I closed my eyes and stretched out my neck on the pile of boxes. My fingers curled into a ball. Then I heard a loud click, and the glint of light on metal. I glanced behind me and could again see the burly sailor as he lifted a sledge hammer and with full force readied it to slam down upon me. "Get it over with" barked the officer. The hammer was high in the sky and then slammed downward. There was an ear deafening sound as the hammer hit other metal. A loud clang and then the sound of metal hitting the ground. In two pieces my neck collar hit the pavement. "We can't have explosive collars onboard my submarine " said the officer. "No Sir, that would be extremely dangerous" said the other sailor. "Finish up here and bring that trash onboard when your done cleaning up what's left of its collar". "Yes Sir" said the sailors as the officer headed away. My fingers unfurled and I began to breath again. For the first time in years I was without a collar around my neck. A leash was attached to my cock ring and the two sailors paraded me across the dock , to the hoots, and hollers of the dock workers, as we headed towards my new home and new life.
As we walked along the dock I could see Navy ship after Navy ship. Some of the ships seemed to be abandoned with only a small number of sailors milling around, while others were a beehive of activity. Sailors were barking orders as men loaded supplies and weapons onboard. It seemed like the largest and most muscular men were giving the most physical jobs. As we passed one group of sailors who were moving boxes, I noticed they all had their shirts off and sweat was pouring down their bodies. The men grunted loudly as they lifted each box and carried it onboard the ship. Sometimes it took two or more men to move a particularly large and heavy box. As I looked away from the sailors one of the shirtless crew yelled my way. " Hey buddies, mind having your FAG help us move these boxes. After all isn't that what GOD made FAGs for, , to help men with needs !"" The shirtless crew of sailors all cracked up laughing. My guards thought the line amusing and walked me over to the sailors. "Your fucking 100 percent correct buddy- that's why God made FAGs. This FAG has plenty of time to help you men. He can help moving the boxes , or , he can also help you in other ways". With that he winked at the sailors. My leash was unhooked and I was directed to help the sailors any way they wished. The largest of the group,the sailor that had called us over, directed me to a heavy box and told me to carry it onto the ship. He told me he would be right behind me, so I should be quick about it. I lifted the heavy box and walked unsteadily up the gangway and onto the ship. I deposited the box where told. This continued with about 9 more boxes. My body started to sweat and droplets formed on my chest , brow and pussy crack. As I carried my last heavy box the burly sailor was right next to me. The sweat from his shoulder and chest filled my nose with the smell of a man that I have learned to crave and need. The smell was like a drug to be. As the sailor brushed his chest and arm against mine he whispered in my ear. "Now that the heavy lifting is done, it's time for heavy fucking." As he followed me up the gangway his hand reached between my legs and his fingers started teasing my pussy. I let out an audible groan, even though my body and arms shook from carrying my heavy box. " Don't worry honey, my buddies and I will take care of your needs real soon!.
As I placed the heavy box on the ship by the other boxes, I turned and noticed that all 5 of the shirtless sailors and both guards had followed me onto the ship. The big burly sailor kind of pushed me towards a small metal door not far from the area where I had stacked the boxes. He opened the door and pushed me into what seemed like a storage locker. He pushed me towards a work bench and shoved my chest and head down against it. Next he took some rope and tied my arms and legs firmly in place. Leave it to a sailor to have knots in place in just seconds. I could hear more laughter and zippers being unzipped. Then rough hands grabbed me on both sides and a large stiff cock was shoved up my hole in one swift movement. I groaned from the pain, as the breath and sweat smell of my burly sailors face was next to mine. He painfully twisted my head sideways as he lay on top of me, roughly and forcefully fucking my ass. "Like that bitch"? He asked. " Because I sure as hell do" "FAGs for sailors is the best idea the Navy has had since anchors". He then spit in my face and shoved my head downward on the table making it thud loudly as my head hit hard wood. I groaned from my head pain and he just laughed as he hammered away ever harder at my hole. When he finally shot his load, he made sure his cock was as far up my pussy as possible. He grunted loudly and gave a swift hard punch to my right side. He then just yanked his cock out and said "NEXT". I heard a hand slap, then felt another cock enter my hole. This cock and the others that followed were all smaller and less painful than the first guys. But each guy had his own bizarre way of teasing or torturing me. One twisted my nipples, another would randomly grab and squeeze my single ball. One of the guards grabbed the rings on each of my ears and rode me like a horse. While the others seemed to take delight of getting me all worked up and then just stopping. They seemed to enjoy the shudders my body made when suddenly denied the pussy friction I have become addicted to.
When all of the men had finished, I could hear them getting dressed as my burly host untied me. As he stood me up , he asked me if I had had fun. I said "yes Sir", and he tapped me playfully across the face and said " I thought you would like it". He then grabbed my head and forced it into his smelly dripping arm pit. "Clean it good FAG." Is all he said. I worked my tongue and did my best to lick up every smelly drop of sweat from his armpit. He then moved my head to his other pit, where I worked just as hard cleaning , licking and sucking. "Now get down there and thank my sea monster for pleasing you." I got on my knees, and was about to kiss his cock, when a forceful stream of hot yellow piss shot from it and landed on my face. Instinct kicked in and I quickly opened my mouth and started gulping down his piss as quickly as I could. When he was done, he audibly groaned and his body shook. I leaned forward and licked off the last few droplets of piss and kissed his cock head and thanked him. He laughed again and with his booted foot kicked me backwards onto the ground. He and his buddies slapped hands and left the room. My two guards told me to get my lazy ass off the ground and follow them off the ship. As I stood at the top of the gangway and followed my guards towards the dock, I could hear the giggling and comments from the six sailors and about a dozen other sailors on the ship. I looked forward towards the dock, and for one quick second I thought of running. Now that I no longer wore an explosive collar, and I had no leash attached to my cock ring, this was my chance. I could run and seek freedom. I looked behind me at the sailors. Some were still laughing and snickering. Others were making rude sexual gestures and my burly sailor blew me a kiss. I looked back at the pier, and like a good FAG just walked down the gangway and onto the dock. I knew in my heart, there was no such thing as freedom for me. There was no place to go and no friends or family to go to. Plus -- how does an animal gain freedom from what it is. A cow is a cow, even while being led to the slaughterhouse. I was a FAG, and a FAG was what I would be till humans say it's time to lead me to the slaughterhouse.
I followed behind my two sailor guards like the good little animal that I had become. The guards were happy and content now that they had fucked my hole and abused me. I had done what I was born to do, that's, to please and satisfy real men. Since their needs were met the guards rarely pulled hard on my metal leash. There was no longer a need for them to torture me. But every now and then, I would fall a step or two behind them and the yank on my cock ring caused great pain as it pulled my cock skin forward, stretching it to the max. Sailor after dock working sailor made rude comments or hooted and yelled at me as we past. My eyes looked downward in shame at my bare feet and ringed animal cock. A cock that would never again get hard or know the joy of shooting a load of cum. Pleasure no longer had a place in my life. My existence was to bring pleasure and relief to my superiors , my Gods., Real men, my masters.
As we rounded the corner I got my first look at my new home. The submarine was huge- much larger than I had expected. It was both scary and funny at the same time. Scary since it was a no holds barred massive killing machine, but funny because it did kind of look like a large penis floating in the water. However for me , a large penis can also be a killing machine. But the fun left me soon , as I saw about 150 men standing in formation on the pier , right next to the submarine. As we got closer I saw there was a small raised stand where the captain was standing and addressing his sailors. As I approached, I was led up onto the platform to stand next to the captain. My leash had been disconnected and I just stood there shaking in my naked skin. The Captain was finishing up giving his men a pep talk when he suddenly turned to me and punched me square in the gut. Air rushed from my lungs and I doubled over in pain. However, my training kicked in and I knew I was expected to stand upright quickly and wait for whatever came next.
"Gentleman, what we have here is a GFAG, FAG for short. Many of you have heard about these animals, which are currently used by the Army and Marines. The Navy is about to adopt the program and this FAG has been leased out to us for a 3 month trial. For those of you who don't know about the program, and GFAGs, let me give you a quick update. What you see before you is NOT a human. Technically it's not even an animal. The U.S. Government has officially given it a status below every living thing. Since it is not human, it has no human needs, feelings or rights. No rights whatsoever. If I want to punch it as I have just done, I can punch it. I can beat it up till it's a bloody pulp on the ground. I can call it any name and humiliate it any way I wish. I can give it pain or pat it on the head for a job well done. I can have it drink my piss, which by the way is its only allowed liquid. Or even have it lick my hole clean after I take a shit. I can have it suck my balls and suck my cock till I cum down its throat. Or I can bend it over and play 'Up Periscope" with it. Fucking it mercilessly till it passes out. "
"You notice it's naked. All FAGs are naked, always. Since they are not humans or animals, clothing is to good for them. You will also notice that it has rings scattered across its body. These are signs of its demeaning station in life , and are used to walk it or chain it up. Since it is below the status of animals, ASPCA rules and laws about cruelty to animals do not apply here. You can do things to a FAG that you could never do to an animal. Even an animal about to be slaughtered. A tree has more rights than this thing. In my home state there are laws to protect endangered trees and select earth worms. No such laws apply to this thing. I am telling you all of this since I want you to fully understand that this thing is yours to use, enjoy or abuse in any manor you wish." The entire time the Captain spoke I just stared down at my naked feet. " Sailors, you may be asking yourself how this thing came to be so scorned by society. Years ago while in combat- this thing deserted his comrades and found itself a nice warm farmhouse bed to sleep and hide in. But what makes it worse, is that every single last comrade of his was killed by the enemy." Shouts and yells erupted from the formation of sailors. Shouts of Scum , and ,Kill It , could be heard. By now I was visibly shaking. "However our beloved government took pity on it and allowed it to continue to exist on this earth as a servant to all real men." Applause broke out from the sailors." Our enemy has even incorporated a similar punishment to newly captured U.S. Troops. After capture our men are brought to a village square where they are bound upright, with their arms and legs spread wide apart. The terrorist leader has the entire scene copied as his troops and local civilians watch. Our poor captured men have but two fates. One,the terrorist officer walks behind our soldier and decapitates him, as they have in the past." A groan , murmurs and chants of barbarian, could be heard from the crowd. "Or two, the officer walks in front of our bound soldier and slices off his penis and balls. He is then quickly sent to a camp, where if medically saved ,he will be turned into a pleasure animal for terrorist troops to use, much like this GFAG. He will most likely die within two years from the abuse he receives. The copy of the scene is then put on the Internet for all to view, including his family and friends. Our government , is much kinder. Even the lowest scum of the planet, like this deserter, this GFAG, do not have their penis removed. But as a warning and lesson, it does have one ball crushed" Again a groan from the crowd. But don't worry by good men. This GFAGs penis will never ever get hard again. It will never again shoot a load of cum. It will forever be in a state of unbearable frustration." The Captain then lifted my last ball and said . "And , there is always the threat that this can be crushed to jelly." Then the Captain squeezed my last remaining ball tightly. I felt as though I would throw up. But soon he let it go. My stomach felt sick from the pain in my ball, and my ears hurt from the loud applause from the formation of sailors.
That's when I looked up and saw him. Tim Barrington. A huge hulk of a man. About 6'3", muscles so large it looked as though his uniform shirt would split open if he flexed his arm. He stood in formation with the other men, front row, last man on my right. While the other men hooted and applauded, Tim just stared straight into my eyes. Eyes burning with hate and revenge. Then he lifted his arm, unfurled his clenched fist and pointed one finger straight at me. He then mouthed the words "Your Dead", and made an evil smile.
We all have something in life we deeply regret doing. Something we are terrible ashamed of having done. Something we wish we had the ability to turn back time for , so we can undo it.
Tim Barrington was my regret in life. And now he would be on a sealed submarine with me for the next three months. But worst of all- he had life and death control over me.