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GFAG A Story by Tom Tooluse

Cheaper 7: I meet the men

This is a sexually explicit erotic gay story only to be read by mature legal adults over the age of 18. If this type of material offends you or is not legal in your area, then do not read this story. Please forward all comments to tooluse2@gmail.com. As always, please make a generous donation to Nifty.

I lost track of time while hanging by my cock in Sgt.Woods private dark bedroom. I don't know if an hour passed or four hours had passed. My body was in total agony. My toes hurt from trying to stand on my tip toes. My leg muscles were cramping up. But worst of all my cock felt as though it would be ripped off at its roots. Whenever I tried to lower my feet to the floor I'd make the dog chain pull harder on my cock. Soon it became a battle between my cock and my toes. But either way it would be a lose lose for me. Either way I would end up in pain. But I'm sure that was the purpose behind chaining me up in this manor. After all, Sgt. Woods made it perfectly clear that I had no place to run or hide. I could here a lot of noise coming from the barracks. Men were stomping in yelling and talking as real men tend to do. With each deep manly shout my fear increased. These were no ordinary men. These were well trained fighting machines. These men received the very best physical training. Their bodies were at peak conditioning. Plus each and every one of them were highly skilled in torture and killing. With one finger each of them could inflict so much pain I would wish I had never been born. I started praying to make this all go away. But with a burst of light and heavy footsteps Sgt. Woods entered the room. "Party time animal. The guys want to meet you". He unhooked my leash and pointed to the floor. The good puppy I had become, I quickly got on all fours and leaned forward and kissed the tops of both of his dirty boots. "Hell , you may live to be 19. Your learning fast bitch." Then like a dog, I was led into the barracks on all fours. Following behind us was the camera man. I was so afraid I could barely breath. My body shook and my hands were all sweaty. As I entered the barracks bay. All twenty five special ops soldiers were standing at attention by the foot of each of their beds. In unison they saluted the Sgt. Then at the top of their lungs they started chanting. "Fuck the FAG, fuck the FAG, Fuck the FAG." I lifted my head in utter fear to look at my new masters. They were each clothed in their grimy sweaty ACUs , which reeked of sweat from their long exhausting hike. But what was odd, they each had their boots off, which stood next to each man. There they stood in smelly sweat coated socks, chanting that they wanted me fucked. Sgt. Woods yanked on my leash, ordering me to approach each soldier. "FAG. You are the lowest of low. You live or die based upon how much satisfaction and pleasure you bring us. Our pleasure is your whole reason for existence. If you displeasure just one of these real men, your life is at an end. You had better get to know your new masters, you have already met your New God. I will now lead you to each man. You are to smell the insides of his boots and then kiss and smell his manly sweat covered feet as a sign of respect. Animal, breath deeply the smell of each masters feet. Your life depends on knowing him , his scent and his needs." I was led to each soldier. I put my animal nose into each mans boots and took a deep breath. I then rubbed my face and nose into each soldiers sweaty socks. With reverence , I kissed the top of each soldiers rank smelling feet. After my foot kiss, most of the soldiers rewarded me by lifting their foot and smashing it into my face, roughly pushing me backwards. When I had finally shown respect to the last soldier I was led to the center of the room. "Stand Bitch" ordered the Sgt. " Men. In the old days a group of soldiers may have had a mascot, that they loved and took care of. Today we have this FAG that we hate , use and abuse. Dame , progress is a great thing." With that all 25 men started laughing, and hooting. The Sgt. had now walked in front of me. He looked me in the eyes and asked. "Who is your God FAG ? You may speak." With a shaking voice I replied " You are Sgt. Woods." Hearing that he said. "Don't ever forget that FAG". He balled up his fist and swiftly punched me real hard in the gut. The air burst from my lungs, and a loud groan escaped my mouth. I doubled over in pain. Sgt. Woods grabbed by nose ring and yanked me upright, only to punch me again , harder, once more in my gut . This time he let me stay doubled over as he went behind me. I heard a belt buckle rattle. Then the rustling of cloths. But before my mind could react. Sgt. Woods grabbed the sides of my body in a strong painful grip and shouted. "I am your GOD , FAG" and he shoved his cock balls deep up my ass. Had the hulk of a man not been holding me, I would have collapsed onto the floor. I let out an ear piercing scream at the top of my lungs. "Scream bitch, I love it." Said Sgt. Woods , as he started pile driving his massive cock in and out of my hole. My screams did not stop. The pain was the worst I had felt in my entire life. His cock had to be huge. But he did not let up. Harder and faster he fucked my hole. But then my modifications kicked in. My pussy started to itch. His cock slammed hard against my prostrate and my cock started to harden, only to be violently and painfully stopped by the No Grow. His cock was rubbing against my friction sensor sending my sphincter undulating and spasming. It squeezed and released then squeezed again over and over and over, driving my Gods log of a cock crazy. It sent wave after way of uncontrolled pleasure to Sgt. Woods. But only wave after wave of total frustration and pain is what I felt. My pussy itched, my ass painfully burning and my cock head feeling sliced by the No Grow. Yet my prostrate brought me closer and closer to an orgasm. Sgt. Woods was now out of control. He hammered and fucked me with all his might. His huge body , arms and hands held me like a lifeless rag doll. Then he shoved real hard and deep one last time. His body shook and his fingers dug deeper into my sides. A huge load of searing hot REAL man cum burst from his cock and shot into my ass . My God had cum inside me. He was the first Special Op Soldier to breed me. I shook violently. I was also at the point of no return. But just as Sgt. Woods screamed in joy at the top of his lungs "I AM YOUR GOD FAG ! ". The Flip Valve kicked in and immediately , only a second before I was about to shoot my load, the value shut down my orgasm, giving me the greatest level of frustration I had ever known. With one loud pop, Sgt. woods yanked his cock out of my ass, and dropped my lifeless body to the ground. His cum and my ass juices still dripping from his cock and landing on my body.

The twenty five soldiers circled around me as Sgt. Woods backed away. Turned on by what they had just witnessed, the soldiers undid their belts, unbuttoned their pants and shoved them down. Cocks were yanked out of boxers and hands feverishly stated jerking off stiff veiny man meat. One by one each of the men shot their load of man spunk on my lifeless prone body, as the camera man zoomed in to get the best angle. Cum hit my face, my head, my ears, my back, my ass. I was a target for their man cannons. Volley after volley of virile man cum coated my body. The room filled with the unmistakable ammonia smell of real mens cum. Each and every one of the men had jerked off on me. Then I heard Sgt. Woods voice. "Stand up FAG". I crawled to my feet, not wanting to anger him. My legs were weak, but I did my best to stand up. The crowd of Special Ops Soldiers parted as Sgt. Woods made his way to me. He held in his hand a clear 64oz used growler beer bottle. Filling about a third of the bottle was a slimy ivory colored liquid. Still naked, Sgt. Woods lowered the bottle to his now limp cock. He placed his cock head at the bottles opening, sighed, and started to piss in the bottle. When the bottle was half full of ivory slime and fresh hot piss, Sgt. Woods stopped his piss flow. He held his ham hock hand over the bottles opening and shook the bottles contents till it mixed into one strange brown substance. Looking at me, Sgt. Woods said."Fag. My men have be restricted to this base for weeks. Their horny as hell. Jerking off or using random FAGs has been the only release they have had. But I like my men to do things as a unit. I like them training as a unit , fighting as a unit and breeding one FAG, as a unit. That's now you FAG. Your my units cum dump and pleasure animal. Therefore I ordered each of my men to jerk off one large load of cum into this bottle. What I hold in my hands is the combined cum loads of all 50 rough and tough Soldiers from this unit, blended with the piss of their leader." Handing me the bottle, the Sgt. Said. "Chug this down Bitch. All 50 of my men will be breeding your insides at the same time. You will be forever marked as ours." I took hold of the bottle, containing the essence of 50 of the most masculine men alive. All eyes were staring at me as I lifted the bottle to my lips and slowly began drinking to swill. The crowd started chanting "Chug, Chug, Chug". Sgt. Woods leaned my way and lifted the bottle higher, forcing the liquid to flow faster into my mouth and throat. Again the chant "Chug, Chug,Chug". I gulped down the liquid as quickly as I could. The taste was horrible with a strange stale bitterness to it. I stopped swallowing, only to see Sgt. Woods give me an evil glance. I resumed swallowing, in total fear of what would happen to me if I didn't chug down the entire contents of the bottle. As the nasty liquid poured down my throat. I imagined 50 men jerking off stiff hard cocks. Their cum flowing from their balls, through their cock shafts and shooting out into the bottle. That same cum , each mans baby makers, now pouring down my throat, mixing with my body's fluids, becoming part of me. I was being symbolically fucked and breed by each of the fifty men. When the last drop of cum/piss gurgled down my throat, the crowd gave a load cheer. The Sgt. Took the bottle from me and said "Your not deserving of that REAL man cum FAG". He then punched hard once again in my gut, and kneed my exposed ball. I collapsed onto the floor. Again a cheer arouse from the crowd. Hands grabbed my arms and legs and carried me into the barracks latrine. My body was dropped, hard into the piss troff. "Your sleeping here tonight FAG. My men have a hard day tomorrow. So they will use you to piss on , then hit the rack. Oh, and by the way. A mans cum is organic, which means when it's left out for a long period of time it goes bad, just like milk. All that aged cum is going to have you puking up your guts in about a half hour. Have a good night sleeping in piss and cum puke bitch". With that, soldier after soldier took a shit in a stall or pissed on me as I lay in the piss drenched troff. I lay there in a smelly pool of piss, thinking. Thinking how I had been brutally fucked, jerked off on and made to swallow the cum of 50 men. Thinking of what my life had become. Suddenly my stomach started to churn. Sure enough the Sgt. was correct, I was throwing up the contents of my stomach. There I lay, all night, in piss and cum puke, till I fell asleep.

Early in the morning, about 5am I was awoken by two slaves who were hosing off me and the troff. I'm sure they weren't ordered to do that for my sake. If anything, they were cleaning the troff to make it ready for the soldiers morning piss. Still half asleep, I was lifted out of the troff and made to stand and wait till a soldier arrived and hooked a dog leash to my cock ring. The soldier led me out of the barracks. My naked body took a little time to adjust to the still dark and cold morning air. At this time of the morning, we were the only two on the sidewalk. It's strange, but the darkness and lack of others reassured me. It was good to not be on public display, even though I had no idea where I was going. As we passed by the base bank, I looked up at the FAG Hooks on the wall. It made me feel like an animal again. Just the realization that I was not wanted inside that building, plus being hitched up outside like a horse or other animal, made me feel sad. We proceeded walking till once again I was at the base kennels. We entered the kennels building. But rather than heading to were I had been caged with the dogs, we made a left down another corridor. A sign on the wall indicated we were heading to the Veterinarian. Once inside the Vets office, I saw three chairs, each with a small peg, shaped like a two inch tall thin penis, in the seats middle. The three chairs were separated by a large partition, so the occupants could not see each other or talk. After those three chairs, there were a series of large dog cages, three of which contained dogs. I was directed to sit on one of the pegged chairs. The peg itself slid right up my pussy. Being a small thin peg, I barley noticed it. Yet it did its purpose, and made me feel small and inhuman. Next the soldier undid by leash. He then reached under the chair for a chain and pulled it upward and hooked it to my cock ring. I was now pegged and chained to the chair. Without saying a word, the soldier just left me there and exited. I sat there a good 45 minutes as dogs were brought in or removed. Finally a lab coated Vet walked up to me. He patted me on the head like someone would pat a dog. He then reached into his pocket and took out a dog biscuit shaped like a small bone. "Open up and chew on this using your side teeth, since you have no front teeth. It's a FAG biscuit. It's designed to clean your teeth and get rid of that terrible cum smell." I didn't know if he was lying and just giving me a regular dog biscuit. But I was in no position to complain. " Your chewing on the last old design FAG biscuit. The new ones are shaped like a mans penis. That makes more sense to me. It's truer to the kind of bone you are used to". The Vet said chuckling. He unhooked the seat chain from my cock ring and ordered me to follow him into the examination room. Once inside he ordered me to "Hop Up", onto the cold steel exam table. On it I could see remnants of dog hair and saliva. I did as ordered. To which he said "Good Boy". "Today we're going to give you another modification. We're going to implant on your arm a CALL DIAL. Of course you won't be medicated, so there will be some pain. But by now your probably used to that". Even though he was talking to me, it was as if he really wasn't talking TO me, more like talking past me. You understand what I mean by that. It's how grown ups talk to small babies, yet their fully aware that the babies don't understand them. Or how someone with goldfish, talk to their goldfish, but never expect a response. " Your in one of the newer barracks. By each soldiers bed and in the latrine there are buttons the soldiers can use to summon you. This CALL DIAL is about the size of a nickel and will be implanted were a watch would normally go on a humans wrist. Once implanted, it becomes part of your body and is even water proof. Anytime a soldier wishes to use you, he just touches the appropriate button. Your CALL DIAL will light up in the following manor. If the soldier needs you to service him in bed. A rectangle will appear on your dial with a number inside of it corresponding to the soldiers bunk number. If the number lights up blue, the soldier wants a blowjob. If the number lights up red, the soldier wants to fuck you. If the number lights up yellow, the soldier wants you to drink his piss. If the number lights up white, the soldier will explain his need when you arrive. Now, if a toilet symbol lights up, you will go to that toilet stall with the corresponding number. If the number is green, the soldier wants you to wash his shitty ass clean. If the number is brown, the soldier wants you to lick his shitty ass clean. If the number is blue, the soldier wants a blowjob as he is taking a shit. If it's yellow he wants to have you swallow his piss rather than pissing into the toilet. If your dial lights up with a with a shower symbol up top, then a soldier needs you in the shower room. Below the shower symbol will be a corresponding number. If the number is blue, the soldier wants a blowjob as he showers. If the number is red, then he and perhaps his buddies want to fuck you in the shower room. If the number is yellow, the soldier needs to piss while taking a shower. If the number is green, the soldier wants you to wash him. If it's white, the soldier will explain his need. If a troff symbol lights up or a sink symbol lights up, you will be directed what to do when you arrive. Many soldiers enjoy having their ass rimmed while they shave or piss. If however a big black X lights up on your CALL DIAL, your immediately expected to go into the X room, across from Sgt. Woods room. You enter and get on your knees and await further orders from the rooms occupant or occupants. Plus a word of warning. You only have a few seconds to respond before the CALL DIAL sends a signal to your collar to shock you for being slow in responding ." As he explained the CALL DIAL to me, he used a surgical knife to make a half inch slit on the top of my wrist area. He then carefully slid in a small wafer thin plastic disk, about the size of a nickel. I bit down hard on the remains of my FAG bone biscuit in an effort to not yell in pain. I did however whimper a little, like a dog. Once it was fully inserted, the Vet added a few stitches. He then brought over a control box. He hit a few buttons, and sure enough symbols and colored numbers could be seen glowing through my wrist skin. It was like having a digital watch implanted under my skin. Only this watch was designed to humiliate me and make me more inhuman.

"A soldier will soon take you to orientation." Said the Vet. "Go over there and wait." But he didn't point at a chair. Instead the Vet pointed at a large, and dirty dog cage in the corner. It was obvious a dog had recently used the cage and pissed in it. I looked back at the Vet to verify that he indeed wanted me in the dirty cage. With a loud whack, the Vet slapped me across my face. "You had better learn to respond quicker Bitch". Then he slapped me again, and pointed at the cage. I went over to the cage and crawled in. I looked at the Vet and instantly knew I was to close the cage. As soon as the cage door closed it locked itself. The smell inside the cage was awful. I moved the best I could to be in an area that was the least dirty. I then just settled in and quietly watched the Vet work on a few dogs. He was so gentle and kind to the dogs. He would talk quietly to sooth them. He would often pet them, even once cuddle a dog and kiss it on top of its head. That same man who slit open my wrist with nothing to kill the pain. That same man who slapped me across my face and had me crawl into a dirty used dog cage, was as kind as could be to animals. What does that make me.

The door opened and in walked a soldier carrying a chain dog leash. Without saying a word, the Vet just pointed at me. The soldier opened my cage door. He then fastened the leash to my cock ring. I so prayed to myself that he would attach the leash to my collar. Being led around by my cock was so humiliating that I actually felt pangs of pain in my stomach from the embarrassment of it. He yanked hard on the chain to get me out of the cage quicker. The pain in my foreskin , as it stretched forward , caused me to lose my balance and I fell into a small puddle of dog piss. Eventually I was out of the cage and following the soldier down the hallway. "You fucking FAGs all smell like shit. Assholes like you are just to fucking stupid to know how to keep yourselves clean. You all deserve a bullet in the head rather than this pampered life." I looked up the soldier and noticed he was the guy from in front of the bank. I wondered how many others also thought my painfully humiliating life was to good for me. How many others out their would be happy to just have me executed. What if the government listened to these people? Would they execute me also? I could remember Sgt. Woods telling me that he decides if I live or day. That must be true. Plus I don't think anyone would care if I did die. How did this all happen to me. Why did this happen to me. I must make it through. I must be strong and survive. I must be as obedient and pleasurable to the soldiers as possible. I must submit. I will submit. I belong to them. I must have been daydreaming, thinking about my new life. Because all of a sudden we were at a door with a sign on it reading "GFAG Orientation Room". I guess I hadn't moved fast enough for the soldier, since he moved behind me and gave me a swift hard kick in the ass. The toe of his boot hit the inside of my pussy. It hurt, but it also started my itch. Those cruel modifications did exactly what they were meant to do. Give pleasure to men and torture to me.

The soldier and I entered the GFAG Orientation Room. It was a small room, similar to those used for training at the Training and Modification Center. In it there were a few cabinets that contained FAG restraint items such as leashes, straps and collars. In the center of the room was a wooden chair with a dildo attached to the center of the seat. However this dildo was made of metal, unlike the wooden ones I had seen at the Vets. In front of the chair was a TV screen. In the far corner were two chairs and a desk with an Army technician seated at it. On the desk was a computer keyboard. I was dragged to the chair. The soldier took pleasure in pushing me forcefully onto the chair. The metal dildo found its mark and was shoved right up my ass as my naked cheeks settled on the wooden seat. The pain of the dildo going up my ass caused my eyes to roll backwards and a pained moan to escape my mouth. The soldier frowned and smacked me across the face. "You fucking pathetic animals are disgusting. I saw your face and heard you moan in pleasure as that dildo went up your ass. You bitches would ride the Washington Monument, if you could get your pussies up to its point." I was about to say, it hurt. But I stopped myself just in time. I must work harder on controlling my urge to speak. Pleasure animals like I, never speak to humans unless ordered to. The solder strapped me into the chair so tightly I was afraid blood circulation had been cut off to my arms and legs. But the look of pleasure on his face told me he had done it on purpose. He grasped my left nipple between his fingers and squeezed it as he twisted it. I struggled in pain, my eyes closed and my head moved to the side. However, because of the bindings, I couldn't move any other part of my body. "Good, your secure" he said as he placed headphones over my ears, then sat in a chair by the technician.

The TV screen came to life with images of the American flag and quick snapshots of smiling people and soldiers saluting as the American National Anthem played through the headphones. A deep voiced announcer then spoke. " These are proud Americans, Good Americans. But you FAG are a piece of shit. You give shit a bad name." Next on the TV , there stood a naked FAG getting whipped. Oh God, it was me. It was the video of me getting whipped in the court room. " FAGs like you are a curse to our great country. Many believe it would be better to just execute you. However, the ever kind American government has granted you a few extra years of life as a Pleasure Animal in one of the four stages of GFAG. You can even be purchased after serving as a Prison Relief Animal. But at a cost of over a million dollars, that has only happened once. A wealth family purchased the used up remnants of what had been their son. Always keep in mind that you literally LIVE to serve. In this short orientation session I will go over Base rules, requirements and punishments. Watch and listen as though your life depends on it, because it does. First of all give up any false hope of escape." Suddenly the dildo up my ass began shocking me. Light shocks that were slowly growing in intensity. " There is no escape. While on base grounds your perfectly safe. If however you pass beyond base grounds without permission, your FAG collar will explode, killing you instantly." As the announcer said this a video of a poor FAG dying in just that manor was shown on the TV. Still the dildo continued to shock my ass. "Here is a video of what was left of a run away FAG that was caught by an angry mob in New York City. The poor idiot tried to escape during transport. There is no escape." The images were horrible and bloody. "Yet your existence can be a rewarding one. By doing your very best to bring pleasure to men as they use you sexually, or aggressively." As the announcer said this, the dildo stopped shock me. It stated vibrating and pleasurable sensations started to grow deep within my hole. Now the TV showed images from my video of me sucking cock and getting fucked. My face was not shown, but I knew it was me. I could see large pulsing cocks fucking in and out if my pussy as men's hands grasped and rubbed my body. I saw long stiff cocks enter and exit my mouth as men's fingers caressed my bald head. Then, just as the cocks in my mouth and pussy erupted with thick gooey white cum loads, the dildo went into high gear. The pleasure from the dildo had me squirming in the chair. On the TV , cock after cock exploded. Then men were punching and slapping me. Yet the dildo sent ever increasing waves of pleasure through my body. "You see FAG. Even though your a piece of shit. You do have a purpose." The dildo then turned off. Again I was totally frustrated. The TV images were of soldiers walking about the Base sidewalks in their uniforms. As they would pass a naked FAG, some would snap their fingers. Instantly the FAG would drop to Its knees. Undo the soldiers zipper. Fish out the soldiers limp cock, tilt Its head back and fully open Its mouth. The soldier , holding his own cock would start pissing into the FAGs open mouth. The FAG willingly gulping down the soldiers liquid gift. When done swallowing the solders piss. The FAG wiped its mouth with a hand and bent down to kiss the soldiers boots, as the soldier put away his cock. " FAG whenever a soldier snaps his fingers at you. You must immediately assume the urinal position and offer the soldier a relieving experience. After being used by any human you are expected to show gratitude and respect by kissing his boots or feet. In your barracks there are two boxes. One with your ID number listed on it. The other box contains bullets. If you in any way displease , do not satisfy or lack enthusiasm in servicing a soldier, he will take one of those bullets and place it in your box. At the end of each week, the bullets in your corrections box will have earned you a punishment. All punishments are determined by your barracks officer. The location and severity of the punishment will vary. The punishment can be as minor as having your ball hit with a paddle. Or the punishment can be a bull whipping or cat and nine tails whipping at the base FAG Punishment Stand on the parade grounds." As this information was stated, the dildo again started it's torturous shocking of my ass. The TV showed horrible footage of FAGs being publicly whipped. Sweat ran from their bodies as they convulsed in pain. Crowds of soldiers could be seen behind them laughing and cheering. "The soldier carrying out the punishment also varies. At times it's by request, at other times it's the lucky winner of a lottery, the winner of a military training exercise, or a soldier celebrating a birthday, the birth of a first son or other special happy occasion. It will give you pleasure knowing that your punishment has made that day extra special for the soldier administering the punishment." The TV then showed a young Dad with a bull whip in his hand , handing out cigars to his friends with the phrase "It's a Boy" printed on them. Again the dildo shot waves of pleasure up my hole. The announcer then went on to say. "Receiving physical abuse is one of your primary functions. As a soldier relieves his frustration on you, he becomes a better fighting machine. The dildo continued its pleasurable sensations as the TV showed images of FAGs being brutally beaten. "Take pleasure in your pain. It makes for a better human soldier. It's the least, shit like you can do for your country!" The dildo again had me close to climax. So close that as I watched FAGs being brutally assaulted, I got a hard on and my No Grow kicked in. That terrible dividing line within me between pleasure and pain. I so badly wanted to climax, yet I knew that would never happen. Never again in my life would I shot a load of cum. After all, I'm no longer a human. " At times you will be loaned out to military contractors or civilians during base events such as the 4th of July Air Show. You are to always show Army guests the same respect and pleasure you show soldiers". The TV now showed FAGs being fucked by fat overweight older men. The FAGs in the videos were all smiling and humping back on the small cocks of the overweight civilians. After the men shot their loads, the FAGs kissed their feet and smiled. The announcers tone of voice changed dramatically. It became very ominous and stern. The dildo then gave me the most excruciating shocks so far. " If you in any way, refuse, resist or fight back. No matter who the human is, be he military or civilian . You will be given a much graver punishment that can include, but not limited to the following,,,Destruction of your remaining ball. Removal of your penis. Amputation of a body part. Vocal cords removed. Hearing removed. Blindness. And last but not least, execution. All of these will be broadcast public events." The TV then showed unspeakable footage of such events. As I watched- the pain from the dildo became more than I could handle and I passed out.