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GFAG A story by Tom Tooluse

Chapter 16 : Revenge tastes like shit

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There is always something you have done in your life that you regret. Something your ashamed about having done, and wish you could undo. For me, that was Tim Barrington. Tim was in High School with me. We were team mates for just about every sport out there. It's funny in a way , since we both had the same last name, but we're not even remotely related to one another. At first students and teachers thought we were brothers, but soon found out we barely knew each other. Our last names were the same, but we were very ,very , different from one another. To be honest, Tim was 10 times better than me at just about every sport we played together. He was better at wrestling- better at baseball and better at football. Hell, even his physique was better than mine. He was built like a brick shit house. Tall and super muscular. But where I had charm, Tim was shy. He was painfully shy. He came from a very poor family and had an abusive Dad. Everyone in town knew his Dad was an alcoholic and would slap Tim around and call him names any time he wanted to. Sometimes Tim would come to school with bruises, but no one would ask him where he got them. I even saw him in the shower once crying. He had just come to practice , late as usual, from his part time job. He didn't know anyone was still in the locker room. I heard sobbing in the shower room , so I took a quick peak. Tim was stripping down, to take a quick shower before suiting up. As he took off his underwear I noticed he had a hard on. Holy shit it was huge !! Long, thick and fat. My jaw dropped when I saw how big it was. I thought to myself "again he has me beat. He must have the girls squalling in pleasure ". I was kind of shocked to see he had such a huge hard on, since I had seen him naked in the shower , with the rest of us guys, a hundred times. During those times he had a normal sized flaccid cock. I guess that's the magic of cocks. You can't judge a cock when it's flaccid. You need to see it hard and mean. Anyway. There stood Tim, hard cock , naked and sobbing. But what really shocked me, was when he turned around and stepped under the running shower. His ass had thick red stripes all over it. The ass burned red in color and I could see welts scattered around it. It had to be painful , to say the least. His father must have beat him senseless. But not being a close friend of his, just a regular teammate- I slid away and went onto the field for practice. I never said a word to him about what I had seen.

Time passed, and it was football season again. It was obvious to everyone that the coach had narrowed down his choice for football team captain to between myself and Tim. I wanted that job and title so bad. Being the Big Man On Campus was something I wanted badly. I kept thinking about all the girl pussy the title would get me. However Tim stood in my way. Tim was better than me at football. Far better than me. Being a stupid cruel young horny stud , I tried to think of some way I could assure that I got the job as team captain and not Tim. Then came my big chance. It was at a homecoming evening football rally. The entire school student body was seated in the gym. The usual speeches were given. The cheerleaders did their routines. All of us football players waited in the locker room in our football practice shorts and jerseys with our name and number on them. Just as the team was about to run out- into the gym , to the cheers of the full student body,, Tim came running in , late as always. One of the coaches started really yelling at him for being late. He apologized and said his boss at work had made him stay longer, and ran to the last locker area to quickly change. Suddenly we heard the school band play our fight song. That was our cue to run out and line up in front of all the cheering students. I hung back a bit, and sure enough Tim was right next to me as we ran out. The school went wild. Kids stamped their feet and yelled. The football team ran into the gym in formation and we all lined up in front of the student body. Us jocks soaking in the greatness of the moment. We were the heroes of the school. That's when I set my evil plan in motion. The plan that was going to assure that I received the Captains position and not Tim. I looked over at Tim, this muscular hunk of true athlete. But also this painfully shy and abused young man. The jock who was my only rival at fame and pussy. I looked down at his orange colored football practice shorts. The bands base drum started pounding. Then I did it ! I reached over to Tims's shorts, and yanked them down. Suddenly there was silence. The entire school froze as they looked over at Tim. He wasn't wearing any underwear. How was I to know he didn't put any underwear on. Tim turned a deep red in the face. He glanced at me, his eyes seemed to be asking"why". Then the crowd went insane. Suddenly the place erupted in laughter. Kids were rolling in heir seats laughing and pointing at Tim, as all cruel teens can do. Thank God Tim's cock was flaccid. The gym went wild with students pointing and laughing and stomping on the bleachers. Tim didn't know what to do. He just stood there- cock and balls in full view for everyone. Then he panicked and stared to run. But his football shorts were now tangled around his ankles, and he fell flat on his face. Again the students went wild. I just stood there in shock. I had no idea my deed would get this reaction. That it would get this out of control. Tim rolled and fumbled naked on the gym floor. Girls held their hands up to their faces and the boys were hooting and pointing. Tim flopped around , naked on that floor , cock and balls bouncing and his tight ass wobbling around, a good three minutes before one of the coaches could react and run over to him, help him up and pull up his shorts. Needless to say, Tim was taken to the locker room. I was taken to the Principal's office. Where I got a weeks suspension , a lecture and my parents were required to pick me up.

After that we saw very little of Tim. He stayed to himself, even more than usual. He dropped out of all sports and got a full time job after school hours. About a month or two after the football rally- the school put on a Christmas play. The Christmas Carol by Dickens. Tim made the bad choice of going to the school play opening night. The minute the actors called out the name of the young character called "Tiny Tim", the students in the audience started laughing and Pointing at Tim. He tried his best to hold it in, but eventually walked out of the theater. From that point on, everyone called him Tiny Tim. However I alone knew , Tim Barrington was anything but TINY. If anything, they should have nick named him HUGE Tim. For the rest of that year, Tim hid in shame, I on the other hand basked in the glory of being team captain, getting ready for graduation, and joining the Army. Tim I heard had joined the Navy , after graduation. Never to set foot back in our home town.

Now there he was. Front row, an officer , a huge hulking officer in charge of all Engineering aboard the submarine. A submarine I would be trapped on for three months. The same submarine I was to be the non human FAG on. The pleasure and punishment "thing" for all to use and abuse , any way they wished. I was a stupid bully as a teen. It was just that one time. For that one fleeting second of youthful bad choice. But now life was getting back at me. Tim Barrington was going to get his revenge.

I was brought back to reality as the Captain of the submarine, roughly shoved a finger up my pussy. "Men, it's not your girlfriend or wife. But I hear it's pussy and mouth do an extremely good job satisfying a real man. The FAG will be posted in the subs Head, for two hours, three times a day. Make use of this living urinal, it will be fun! Plus that's how it gets its liquid daily intake. I also found out it loves penis cheese. So we will have its FAG chow on a shelf in the Head. All you uncut sailors, feel free to scoop the cheese from your rancid cocks and deposit it onto its chow. Our little bonus treat for this thing. It's only fair we feed it well" and he laughed. "During the remaining hours of the day, the FAG , will be available in what used to be the shift hot bunk room. I expect you men to use the FAG often and get all the frustration and pent up sexual need out of you. Clean out those balls- I want a ship shape crew this voyage. The Navy has given us this gift for the next three months, let's take advantage of it. Really enjoy yourselves, the hot bunk room is in the engineering section of the ship- there is so much noise there that no one will hear what your doing inside. Hell if you don't want to gag it or fuck it- use it as the ships punching bag for some good old fashioned exercise! " Again there was laughter from the men. The Captain signaled a sailor and I was led off the platform and towards the sub.

As we got closer to the gangway- the sailor stopped and took out a metal leash and attached it to my cock ring. As the sailor was about to move forward and hand was placed on his shoulder. " I'll handle this sailor" came a voice. I looked over towards the voice and saw Tim. "Yes Sir" came the response from the sailor. I looked Tim in the eyes as the sailor walked away. I was visibly shaking, and didn't know how to act. My lips started to move before I had common sense to stop them. " Ah , I " was all I could get out of my mouth when suddenly I was smacked hard across the face and then punched in the gut. "FAG- don't you ever again speak to a human without permission ! What the fuck do you think you are, you piss drinking , walking pussy , piece of shit ?" He then yanked real hard on my leash. Pain shot threw my cock as it felt as though he had ripped the ring right off the skin of my cock. I dutifully followed behind him. We crossed the gangway and we're now entering a metal hatchway. He led me down a flight of steep stairs, using every opportunity to pull on the leash. Soon my eyes were tearing up from the pain. I could see small droplets of blood where the steel ring went through my cock skin. I was shocked at how large and modern the inside of this sub was. I was to find out that this was an Ohio class sub, the Navy's largest. That's why the large crew and the 3 month mission.

Soon we were walking through a machine shop , into a noisy engine room, till finally we approached a room that had Hot Bunk written above the doorway. But someone had written in bold magic marker the word REAL above the old title, making it now read REAL Hot Bunk. I was let inside to a very very small room with a narrow bunk- small tv- tiny dresser and hooks at various locations around the room. "Welcome to your new work cage animal. I added these hooks to the room myself." Tim led me to one of the higher hooks along a blank steel wall. He pulled hard on my leash, stretching my cocks foreskin to the max. He then attached the other end of the leash to the hook. I was now chained to the hook- facing a steel grey wall on my tip toes. I heard movement behind me as Tim opened one of the dresser drawers. He walked back to me and roughly grabbed both my arms and handcuffed my wrists behind my back. "Being an officer I got word you were on your way FAG. I quickly ran out and bought and even made quite a few fun things for the guys to use on you to amuse themselves. Enjoy your first dive Fag. God knows there will soon be enough cocks diving into your depths." He laughed and smacked me real hard on my ass , and left. I could hear the slam of the steel hatch doorway of the room. I felt as though I were in prison, I felt petrified.

After some time of intense pain caused by my hanging position, my body became numb , as is the saving grace for a FAG. At least when I am numb, Im not in pain. Soon I could hear the sounds of sailors moving about the ship and the rumble of engines. Then there was an announcement over the ships PA system " Prepare to dive." And I could feel a tilt in the ship. My body moved back and away from the wall. This movement stretched more cock skin even further and I tried to shut my eyes to better deal with the renewed pain. The tilt of the sub continued for awhile. Then it just leveled off, and a steady rhythm of ships engines could be felt. I tried to close my eyes and think of better times. However my mind kept bringing me back to that day in the gym and me pulling down Tim's pants. How I wished that had never happened. How truly sorry I was for being that cruel. How sorry - I - would soon be.

After what seemed like an eternity , the door to the room opened and Tim walked in. He undid my chains and motioned for me to follow him. We walked down the corridor of this huge submarine. Sailors everywhere, going about their duties and tasks. Not being used to seeing a FAG, each man stopped what he was doing to stare at me as I walked by. Evil grins were on many of their faces. Anger and hatred was also apparent on many others. We stopped at a door marked "Head". Above the word Head, someone had added the word -Real. The sign now read "Real Head ". Tim walked into the room and I followed him. I soon realized I was in the subs men's room. On one side was a toilet, on the other side was a strange looking urinal. Off to a far wall was a small shower area. "This is your home for a portion of each day. I guess we can call it your work station. If you look over by the toilet you will see a low shelf and sign. On that shelf each morning will be placed your FAG chow. Any sailor who wishes may scoop the head cheese from his smelly cock and deposit it on your chow. If he forgets- there's always the sign there to remind him. Who says sailors don't know how to feed their guests." Saying that made him laugh. I smiled to go along with the joke, and was quickly punched in the gut. "What are you smiling at FAG? The only thing funny here is YOU." I looked down at the ground, not knowing what to do or where to look. "Since I'm the Chief Engineer on board this sub- I have been preparing for weeks for the new FAG that would be put in my charge. But when I got Your Folder FAG, it was like a gift from God. I started working day and night, adding tons of new extras, just for my old buddy- just for you. I know exactly who you are. Or I should say ,, who you used to be. What you used to be. But now that your no longer a human. No longer a man. No longer even equal to an animal, your going to find out exactly who I AM ! They say revenge is a bitch. In your case , your the bitch, and revenge definitely won't taste sweet to you !" And again he laughed, as I just stared straight ahead. There was no doubt left. Tim knew it was me, and he was going to make me pay for what I had done to him, those many years ago !

"One of my finest new creations is just over there , waiting for you FAG. It used to be a regular urinal. But I made a few modifications to it. You will notice it's a bit lower- about the height of a seated mans head. Next you notice there's a sturdy, flip up, have toilet seat over it. Only the very back area of a toilet seat, just enough to rest a cheek or two on while busy doing other things. Look at the sign above the urinal." The sign read. Use this REAL HEAD to piss into or on. To get a blowjob from or to jerk off on. Or rest your butt a bit, spread those cheeks and let the FAG rim your hole. Remember ! It's here for you to use , enjoy , and abuse. Tim then walked up to the urinal and pulled forward on the lower center area and it came off in his hands. "We'll look here. There is an opening just big enough for a neck to fit into. I'm sure it's your size, since I made it myself. Get you ass over here- sit back to the wall and place your head and neck into this urinal. I did as instructed. My neck fit perfectly into the urinals base- and the removed piece replaced. A strap held my head secured and at a perfect angle to take a standing mans cock for taking piss or cum. My head was fully inside the urinal. Actually it WAS the urinal. The tilt of my head was perfectly placed, so my tongue would be right at a mans ass hole if he sat on the partial seat. Tim then spread my legs as wide and far apart as possible, and strapped them tightly to the floor. My arms were then strapped to the wall. Finally a small drainage hose was secured to my limp cock. I assume this meant I was to drink as much piss as possible, then just release it from my bladder when needed. Finally , my last remaining ball was pulled forward and placed on a small rough rounded mat on the floor below it. "Well it looks like our new Head is ready for use". Tim undid his belt. Unfastened his pants, pulled down the zipper,, which made a menacing sound,, yanked down his boxer underwear, and turned his ass towards my face. He rested his ass on the partial seat. That placed his ass hole tightly pressed upon my mouth. His body heat escaped from his ass hole and flooded over my face. His sharp musky man smells burst upon me. "Open that mouth FAG !" And I did as ordered. Tim pulled on both ass cheeks , which brought his hot steamy ass hole right against my tongue. "Move that fucking FAG tongue out of the way. I have some payback to feed you !! My mind spun. Was Tim going to do what I thought he was going to do. No - that can't be. That's to low, that's to inhuman. That's to disgusting. I can't, I just can't do that. I heard Tim grunt a little. As I started to squirm , it was as though Tim could read my mind. "Yes FAG, your going to do this. You have no choice." Tim them placed the heal of his shoe against my only remaining testicle. My last reminder that I used to be a man. I used to be a human. Oh God not this I prayed to myself. But Tim pressed his heal down hard. Squeezing my ball till pain shot through my entire body. My mouth involuntarily opened wider as a groan escaped it. I could here Tim grunting harder. Then an "AHHH" escaped his lips. Slowly, very slowly a brown log appeared from his hole and forced its way into my mouth and down my throat. I tried to wiggle free, but the strap held my head in place, and my pained ball reminded me of what I now was. With a final grunt, Tim pinched his ass muscles tight and cut off the log , and let it fall into my open mouth. "Swallow" came the order ! Again he pressed hard onto my ball, and like a good obedient FAG, I swallowed his log. Revulsion and tears welled in my eyes. "Revenge tastes like shit, doesn't it FAG ." Said Tim. As he lifted his ass from the seat. " I think little FAGGY needs a little something to wash that down with." He turned to face me, held his limp penis, and let loose with a strong warm flow of yellow piss, right into my open mouth. He then shook the last few drops onto my face, waddled over to the toilet, grabbed some toilet paper, wiped his ass, pulled up his pants and headed towards the door to leave. "See you tomorrow, same time, same place, same feeding. Your mine now FAG ! You have been placed in MY charge !"

I spent the next two hours fastened to that urinal and used by many sailors. My guess is I was used by about another 10 men that day, before being unfastened and taken back to the Real Hot Bunk room. However non of the other men did what Tim did to me. I was used as a urinal, a cocksucker and someone to rim their butt. That was repeated by the other sailors each and ever day. But I never was used by any other man as his toilet. Tim however used me that way- each day- the same time and in the same manor for the entire voyage. I don't think he ever told any of the other sailors the manor in which he further degraded me. It was a knowledge and revenge that he alone savored each and every day. A duty I hated with my entire being. A humiliation I could not even think about without crying and curling up in shame. It was the most hurtful and shaming experience of them all- and it was repeated each and every day. My body would literally shake each time I was visited by or happened to see Tim. His presence scared and threatened me so. I think he was not only taking out his revenge and anger for what I had done to him, but also for what his father had continually done to him.

Urinal duty became part of my daily routine. For a few hours , several times each day, I would be secured to the urinal to perform my function as the ships living Head! Lowering the seat the men enjoyed a rim job, lifting the seat most of the sailors used the perfect angle of my head to face fuck me deep and hard, or to just lean in and allow me to suck and massage their cock till their semen flooded my throat. Others enjoyed pissing in my mouth, then moving their cock about and fully spraying my face with their strong acrid urine. To further enjoy themselves the men would often jerk off as I watched, making sure their cum shot upon my face , coating my face in a mixture of their piss and cum. One particularly young sailor would jerk off after urinating down my throat. When he was about to cum , he would place the piss slit of his cock at my nostril and shot a young force full load of cum up into my nose. His ejaculation was always so large and forceful that his cum would be shot up my nose and directly into the back of my throat. As is my duty , I would thank him for using me and call him "Sir." At the age of only 18 or 19, he got a huge kick out of me calling him Sir. He would reply with "Sure thing FAG ! Use you tomorrow." On the next day he would return and shoot his cum up the other nostril. For hours each day I could smell nothing but the strong bleach like smell of his cum. Many of the sailors enjoyed stepping on my naked accessible testicle as their "flush handle" or as an incentive for me to work harder. Sailor after sailor would enjoy his Head time at my expense.

On board a submarine there is no night nor day. There is no "night time" to speak of. The ship operates around the clock on a 24 hour basis. Men's duties were broken into three shifts. So my duties were also broken into three shifts. Three times each day at the urinal. Three times each day at the Hot Bunk. A few hours of forced exercise and FAG chow time- then a chance in between to catch some rest. I was never given off time. If a sailor wanted to fuck me raw at 4am- it was his right. If another sailor needed me as his punching bag at 7am, it was also his right. I slept when I could. I learned real fast to turn off completely and sleep as soundly as possible whenever I could, since I never knew when I'd receive the next chance to sleep.

Hot Bunk time was nothing more than the sailors using the room and cot I occupied to fuck me as they wished. However the sailors didn't call it fucking, they had a nick name for it- they would say "Up Periscope" time. Each and every day- shift after shift of sailors would be lined up at my door, waiting to use my holes or body for their pleasures and relief. Be it sucking- fucking or pain. I was there for their continual use. Some men would put a porn video on the tv in the room, and fuck me slow and easy. Others would just walk in and plow my ass , shoot their load quickly then leave. While others would chain me to the ceiling, wall or floor, and enjoy themselves. The men even rated my performance. A grading "board" was placed on the wall outside my room. One day a week, on Friday, I would receive punishment for all poor ratings. The sailors would grade the pleasure they received from me with an A, B, C or D. If I got a , B , there would be one smack of the cane. If I got a , C , there would be two smacks and a D would result in three smacks. At the end of my first week I received a hundred hits with the cane. I cried like a baby that day, tears running down my face and my body shuddering with pain, all to the cheers of the watching sailors. I learned my lesson well that first beating. I soon learned what and how each sailor enjoyed his time using me, and I would do my very best to please him. For the rest of the voyage , I would average only 25 hits of the cane each week. I sometimes thought that one or two of the sailors gave me low grades on purpose, just so they could enjoy watching my suffering during each caning session. However, if that's what gave them pleasure, then I was once more fulfilling my purpose in life.

On those times that Tim would visit me to use my hole, my body would shake all over in anticipation of what was about to come. It was never a pleasant experience. Tim would usually bring a camera along and video our session together. The session always began with me chained to the wall and him violently strapping my ass. When he felt it was red and burning enough he would unfasten me from the wall. I would then be chained to the cot. Legs up and spread. Tim would rub my burning ass with his large calloused hands for a long time Sometimes even applying salt to the wounds. Often I would hear him mumbling to himself "Did you learn your lesson boy? Are you going to get Daddy angry at you again? Are you going to be a bad boy? " I knew he was not talking to me. It was at these moments that I would flash back to that day years and years ago when I first saw Tim's rock hard massive cock and welted ass. I would instantly know, he too was reliving the past. A past in which his Dad would whip and raise welts on his ass. Tim would then stand behind my chained and offered butt. He would position the head of his massive cock at the entrance to my pussy hole. The strapping and fondling of my bare bruised butt would make his cock pulse and throb in anticipation. The veins running along his 10" inch periscope took on a life of their own. I could almost swear I saw his blood pulsing along each vein. The monster cock was poised and ready. It had grown to its thickest girth. It's stiffness rivaling that of the framework of the sub. The man behind it was ready. Ready to enjoy his birth right as a real man. As a needy human. As a fierce violent fighting machine. As a Navy sailor demanding and taking his rightful pleasures. He would look deeply into my eyes. I would be required to stare back into his. Then he would lurch forward. In one powerful thrust of his hips and ass. He would bury his cock completely in my hole till I felt what seemed like pelvic bones slamming against my bruised and burning ass. His eyes would role back in their sockets and a groan of pleasure could be heard above my grunt of pain. Yet his ass would keep pressing forward. As though he could push his cock not only into, but threw my hole and out the other side. Sweat would be pouring down his ass crack. A crack I was required to eat from each day. Still he would push forward. Pushing my body backward on the cot. Testing the holding power of the chains that bound me to the cot. Ever forceful was his insistence. His groin muscles and bones digging into my aching hot butt. He would reach forward with both hands and his fingers would grip and squeeze my sensitive nipples. Still he pressed forward, twisting and pitching my nips. My eyes, would also roll back in their socks, but from pain and not pleasure. Then he would yank his hard cock completely out of my hole. Only to repeat the process of taming it back in. Over and over he would do this. Power driving his meat into me. The speed increasing until it became a blur. My mind would be reeling. My body shaking. My muscles drawn tight. My pussy would react by convulsing, trying its best to grip and pull in the cock it suddenly wanted and needed. My body begged for release. It begged to cum. Sweat from Tim's face and chest would drip onto my naked body. I wanted this man. This man who was causing me such pain and frustration. Still he squeezed and pinched my nipples. His cock felt as though it were a tree trunk up my ass. Yet I wanted it. Yet I hated it. I could no longer think straight. An inhuman sound could be heard in the room. It was Tim, grunting and yelling animalistic sounds and noises. He was cumming. Shooting his man seed inside my body. Breeding me for his own pleasure and satisfaction. His breathing was deep and exaggerated. I could hear each breath enter and leave his heaving chest. With each remaining thrust and breath- his cock would expand within my hole as a new load of sailors semen was shot forward deep into my FAG pussy. Then his eyes would refocus on mine. With three last thrusts he would push forward into me. Making sure ever drop of his man cum had been deposited. Then he would simply stop. His cock would still throb inside its new warm pussy home. Then the periscope would go flaccid. As flaccid as the day he rolled on the floor in front of the entire student body. Hiding it's true size and power. He would remove his satisfied penis from my hole. Without a word he would unchain me, get dressed, gather his camera and leave me ,to be used by the next man.

After the second week onboard the sub, something unexpected happened. A rather non-descript younger sailor named Greg started visiting me during Hot Bunk hours. He must have been about 25 years old, white, 5'10, 150lbs. He had a strong southern accent. I had never been used by him during Head time. At first I thought nothing about that. During my years as a FAG, I have learned it takes many men some time before they can let themselves be free and enjoy the pleasure of a FAG. It takes then longer than other men to realize FAGs are not human, and it's both morally and legally ok to use us as they please. Greg would visit me during low peak times, when other sailors were busy with duties or sleeping. He would often just get naked and lay next to me on the cot. During our first few meetings he never said a word to me. He would just place his naked body next to mine, with his hard cock resting on my ass crack, but never inside my hole. He would wrap his arms around my chest and just lay there. As our meetings became more frequent he started playing with my chest and nipples- at times gently stroking my ball and fondling my limp penis. Soon enough Greg started talking to me as he felt my body. He told me he was from the south, and that his father was a mean son of a gun, and was an important officer for one of the largest southern farm companies. His father had always loved him and treated him well, but since his job was purchasing and overseeing farm slaves, he would bring that attitude home. Greg said he needed to get away from his Dad, farming and the cruelty of slavery for awhile, that's why he joined the Navy. His enlistment was ending with this voyage, and soon he would be returning back to farm life. As our time together increased so did Greg's use of my body. He began fucking my face and enjoyed using my mouth to unload in. However it was never forceful face fucking. It was a kinder kind of blowjob. He would tenderly hold the sides of my face and have me lick his balls, then his cock, until I eventually had it down my throat. He would moan and groan in pleasure- thanking me all the while. This eventually progressed into fucking. Again it was a tender and thankful fucking. He would tell me about his dreams of the future and life at home. After shooting a load up my ass, he would even kiss me. I was totally unprepared for this kindness and affection. But I never spoke to him unless asked a direct question. One day Greg asked me why I never talked to him. I explained it was not allowed. That a FAG was never to speak to a human, unless it were a direct order. It was then that Greg said he was ordering me to speak and converse with him when together. During our visits I told him about my life as a human, then the trial and eventually my experiences as a FAG. I would cry during those times, and Greg would hold me tight. During times when I was alone or even during dreams, I'd think of Greg. But I'd think of him in a way I never thought about other men. I think I was falling in love with him. Not with his cock- but with him. Then one evening during Hot Bunk time, he admitted to me that he thought he loved me. My world suddenly turned upside down. There was someone out there who loved me and I loved them. But I knew it could not last. This voyage would be over at the end of three months, and I would be moved to another location. Or even worse, I could be moved to another phase of FAG. I treated each visit from Greg as though it were my last hour on Earth, and I had to enjoy it while I could.

Each day carried with it a mixture of use as a urinal during Head time. Exercise in the small ships gym, Use by scores of sailors during Hot Bunk time, and then that short brief tender visit from Greg. I no longer knew what hurt more. Was it being used as a punching bag by a few of the sailors? The rough cruel sessions with Tim? The humiliation of Head time , the abuse of Hot Bunk , or was it the knowledge that I loved someone and he loved me, but it could never last.

Tim had created something he called "Hump Day" often referred to as , fuck the wife day. Tim in his twisted wisdom knew there were a lot of married sailors onboard who would stay faithful to their wife and not use my mouth or pussy. He knew these men didn't fully understand the GFAG system, and that it would take something unusual to get them open to using and abusing me. He needed some trick to get them to see me as a thing to use, and to understand it wasn't cheating, since I was not a human. That's when Tim came up with the idea of Hump Day. Before leaving port on that first day, Tim reviewed the records of all the sailors onboard. For each married sailor, he got a picture of the married sailors wife. Tim then took the pictures to a local print shop along with a large box of various sized Navy issued white boxer underwear. He already knew each mans waist size from his records . Tim had each married sailors wife's picture printed upside down on the front of a pair of boxers. The wife's mouth would line up with the piss slit of the boxers. During the week, these married sailors would wear their imprinted boxers. Being guys, they would sometimes not change their shorts for days at a time, thus filling the fabric of the boxers with their manly crotch smells. Come Wednesday, or "Hump Day". These sailors could visit me during Hot Bunk time. They could remove their boxers and place them over my face. The boxers fit perfectly over my face , covering it completely. The picture of the mans wife, was now right side up when placed over my head. Now as I lay there naked, with my pussy twitching and my oversized breasts and nipples perked up, the sailor would see his wife's face covering my face. Her mouth would be where my mouth was. This gave all the married sailors a strong desire to face fuck me or plow my pussy. For that sailor. He was not fucking a FAG, he was looking at his wife and fucking her. Almost to a man, the married sailors enjoyed Hump Day. I was reserved for them, and boy did they use me. Married man after married man, fucked me hard and long, like I was his bitch at home. They would face fuck me deep and long- then plow my ass till their cum flooded my pussy. And all the while they were using me, I'd be breathing in the smells and scents of their sweaty cock and balls that had gathered over days in the fabric of their boxers.