GFAG A story by: Tom Tooluse
Chapter 9: Be All the FAG You can Be
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. A special Thank You to the many people who wrote me encouraging me to continue the story.
It has been two years since The Coming In Party, but I remember that night very clearly, especially it's ending. I spent that entire night in pain as Sgt. Woods beer bottle was left wedged up my ass. In the very early morning hours, two slaves came with a stretcher and carried me to the Vets office. Once we arrived at the Vets , the slaves just deposited me on the floor and left. I was number 4 in line to be examined by the Vet, after three dogs. When it was finally my turn I was lifted onto a metal table and the Vet used an instrument that looked like salad tongs to yank the bottle from my hole. The Vet spent about another two hours repairing my pussy and hole. Afterward he said I was lucky to be alive. Had I not received enhancements and modifications at the training center, the trauma caused by the bottle entering my ass, would have killed me. I then spent about three days, lying in a cage in the Vets recovery room, as my bottom healed. During those three days I had a lot of time to reflect on my situation. It was very clear to me that Sgt. Woods would kill me if I gave him any excuse. Therefore I vowed to never give him or any other soldier an excuse. I was going to follow that old Army slogan , " To Be All You Can Be", or in this case " To Be All The FAG I Could Be". No matter what was demanded of me, I would do it to the very best of my ability, with pleasure and gratitude always portrayed. I knew far to well that my life depended on it.
At the end of the three day recovery period, the Vet just said, " Walk back to your barracks." I looked up at him in shock, not knowing what to do. Was I to wait for a transport soldier, or did he mean for me to walk back on my own? "How fucking stupid are you FAG ? Get your fucking pussy out of here and get back to making your worthless body useful to humans." This would be my first time alone in public since I had become a FAG. I was actually petrified to walk out the Vets door and into the outside world. What if I did something wrong. What if I forgot to follow a rule. I remembered walking towards my barracks, always mindful to stay out of the way of humans, and to never look at or talk to another FAG. A group of three soldiers, snapped their fingers as I was about to pass them. I instantly got on my knees and assumed the Urinal position. All three of the men pissed into my mouth, but continued talking as though I were not even there. To them I was just another urinal, like one you would find in any restroom. As protocol dictated, I kissed their boots as they zipped up , and I then went along my way.
As I reached the doorway to my barracks, I was afraid to walk in. Was I allowed to? Was I to knock first ? Do I wait to be escorted in ? I didn't want to be punished for doing the wrong thing. But finally I just decided to walk in. Remembering my first visit to the barracks, I immediately got on my knees and kissed the barracks floor. Then I got up and walked to the center of the room. I was totally lost as where to go or what to do. Sgt. Woods came out of his room. He walked up to me and punched me in the gut. " I see you lived. No help from me in that department. You really are one fucking piece of shit you lazy FAG,. You waisted three good days laying around that Vets office. You had better make up for that down time by pleasing my men." Sgt. Woods then led me back to the latrine area. On the floor between the toilets and the urinal trough was a dirty piss stained towel and a dog bowl. "This is where you sleep , eat, and wait to be called. You see that toilet bowl shit head" and he pointed to the toilet closest to me. "That toilet will always be left with un flushed piss in it for you to drink. Once in awhile the soldier assigned may forget to flush his shit, so just drink around it. We don't use any fancy Donation buckets here. You drink from the toilet like every other dog. Your going to like it here in the Latrine. The guys do their best to make it smell nice and welcoming for you". He then started to laugh, and walked back into his room.
For the next two years I was the best dame FAG I could be. No matter how mean, how cruel, how painful or how perverted the soldiers orders were, I fulfilled them all. It got to the point where I knew the 51 , ( including Sgt. Woods ) special ops soldiers better than their wives and girlfriends. I knew how they liked me to suck them off. I knew what positions and how they liked to fuck me. I knew which men would hurt me badly and which men just wanted relief. It got to the point where you could blindfold me while I was sucking a cock or getting fucked and I could tell you who the soldier using me was. I knew the scent of each mans feet and crotch. I could even tell them apart by their farts.
During a short deployment overseas, Sgt. Woods purchased a new sex toy from a foreign shop. The toy was called "Get The Point". It was a simple oval shaped piece of leather with pointy spikes covering one side of it. In the center was a hole about the size of a U.S. quarter. Sgt. Woods summoned me to his room. He place me on his bed, on my back with my legs tied upward. My pussy and ass were now fully exposed and accessible to him. He then lightly played with my man made pussy until the inserted fibers started that uncontrollable itch. I moaned as the itch grew in strength. But he would not stop. He manipulated his fingers even harder and faster. Back and forth, back and forth he would rub his fingers. The entrance to my hole was now burning to be scratched. To be scratched by his massive cock. But he just stared into my eyes, and kept playing with my pussy until he saw my eyes roll backwards with need. My pussy lips and sphincter started to spasm and I bounced and thrust harder on the bed, in an effort to scratch that insatiable itch. As he watched my gyrations on the bed, Sgt. Woods stroked his cock till it was at its fullest erection. He then inserted his cock into the hole, in the center of the "Get The Point" toy, pushing the toy flush with his body. His cock was now hard as steel, and throbbing as blood coursed through it. Surrounding his cock was the toy, covered with sharp pointy studs. Knowing I was in a pussy itch frenzy, Sgt. Woods just teased me by only shoving the head of his cock into my hole. He lightly thrust the head in and out, adding to the ever growing itch I felt. My body bounced more and I bucked even harder on the bed. My pussy begging to be scratched by the huge masculine cock now only barely inside me. Slowly, just enough to tease and torture me, Sgt. Woods pumped in and out of my pussy. Adding just a little more cock with each thrust. My mind went crazy with need. I shoved back onto his cock as hard as I could, to try my best to relieve my itch. I was now fucking myself on his cock. With each thrust I was rewarded with sharp pointy studs jabbing into my sensitive pussy lips. My mind was now numb. I was split between an uncontrollable itch and the sharp pain of pointy studs. Not knowing what to do, I bounced , thrust and bucked over and over again onto Sgt. Woods hard cock. The pain and itch I felt blended together. The hard cock inside me rubbed against my friction sensor and my enlarged prostrate. My ass muscles and sphincter pulsed and contracted on their own. My cock began to grow with the heightened sexual input until the No Grow added its pain to the mix. I was now riding Sgt. Woods cock like a bucking Bronco that was out of control. Sgt. Woods was getting the fuck of his life and enjoying every minute of it. For me it was both heaven and hell. I would fuck hard onto his cock to scratch the itch, only to be rewarded with searing pain as the sharp pointy studs dug into my pussy lips. Back and forth I bucked. Pain forward, relief backwards. Pain forward, relief backwards. But I couldn't stop myself. The modifications had taken control of me. I could see in Sgt. Woods eyes he was about to dump his load inside me. He lifted his hand and started slapping my face hard as I bucked and bounced on his cock and the "Get The Point". He was at the point of no return, and so was I. Hot cum shot from Sgt. Woods cock as he gave me one last thrust and one last hard slap across my face. I to was on the very verge of shooting my load. My eyes went wide open as my mouth groaned in a mix of horrible pain and joy. But just as I was about to shot my load, the Flip Valve took over and immediately ended my orgasm. Just one more second is all I would have needed, and I too would have felt the joy of orgasm. But I was again denied that joy. Instead my body shook and vibrated all over from the sudden frustration and denial . As always the pleasure was all his and the frustration and pain was all mine. My added last minute vibrations milked the last few drops of cum from Sgt. Woods now spent cock. He yanked his cock from my hole, warning me to not get any of his cum onto his bed covers as his cum leaked from my ass. I was untied and sent to my towel on the latrine floor, to once again ponder my lowly existence.
Tex, was a soldier from Texas ( where else ), who used me often. He enjoyed hooking a chain leash to each of my ear rings. While fucking my ass , he would hoot and holler , smack my ass and yank on the chains like they were a horses reins and I was his horse. He loved to yell out " Ride it FAG, make this cowboy happy". I always did as ordered. Yet I found it funny that he acted like a cowboy since he had lived in a major Texas city , not a ranch, his entire life.
Stan from Iowa, was an average sized soldier with dirty blond hair. I enjoyed being used by him because I could pretend he cared about me. Even though I knew better. He enjoyed using me late at night. He would have me sleep with him in his cot and would fuck my pussy nice and slow as he fingered and squeezed my nipples. I would moan in pleasure and he would talk to me like I was his wife, even calling me by her name. His sex was gentle and slow. I would tell myself that this soldier cared. But in honest, I knew he was just pretending I was his wife. When he would shoot his load up my ass , he would lightly bite on my ear . Once in awhile he would even fall asleep with his cock still up my ass. But the minute he would stir and waken , he would just double up his knees and forcefully kick me off his cot and onto the hard barracks floor. He seemed like such a good husband and nice guy. Yet I found out he held the greatest number of kills during combat, and that he especially enjoyed using torture on prisoners.
Jason from New Jersey was a fast talking arrogant soldier. The know it all type. He stood about 6'1", with black hair and well developed arm muscles. He enjoyed shoving his cock deep into me while force fucking my throat. At times he would shove his fingers up my pussy while I sucked on him, almost to the point of fisting me. "You love my cock you worthless piece of shit, don't you. Your one fucking lucky FAG to be choking on this Italian Sausage, you mother fucking shit. There are women all over New Jersey that are creaming right now thinking about the last time I fucked them." was what I heard from him over and over again. One night his hand was to rough on my pussy and the Vet had to do some repairs on it.
Robert from Mississippi scared me as much as Sgt. Woods. He was a tall guy , with dark hair and a constant frown on his face. More than any of the others, he enjoyed using me in the X room. Once in the room he would use the various dildos and whips on me. He enjoyed hurting me more than all the other men, including Sgt. Woods. Sometimes while fucking me, he would hold his large hand over my nose and mouth, making it impossible for me to breath. He would punch fuck my ass hard, getting closer and closer to orgasm. As my air supply dwindled away I would involuntarily kick and thrash around. Robert would then smile. It's the only times I ever saw him smile. I would be close to blacking out from lack of air, when I would feel Roberts cum shooting up inside me. He would then collapse on top of me and remove his hand. I would gasp for air as his sweaty body just lay on top of me, crushing me into the bed.
Many of the soldiers enjoyed having me wash them in the shower in the morning. Three or four of them would have me drink their piss as they showered. As I would swallow their piss, and shower water fell on my head, I'd think back to my youth and how I enjoyed pissing in the swimming pool. The guys always took pleasure in having me wash their ass hole, and the spaces between the toes on their feet. One of my other important morning jobs was to clean the men after they took a shit in the toilet. The soldier would summon me by my wrist implant. Even though the toilets had toilet paper, a lot of the guys enjoyed having me use the brush and a wet towel on their shit covered asses. I would enter the stall, and look at their turds floating in the toilet along with their piss. If the guy nodded, I was to flush the toilet , but only with permission . The soldier would then bend over. I would use a wet , very soft bristle brush to rub up and down their shit covered ass crack. Then I'd take a wet rag and throughly was out their crack and even into their hole. That left the soldier truly clean. When you think about it, toilet paper only smears and scrapes away the shit- it never actually gets a guys ass clean. When I washed a soldiers ass, it was truly clean. Sometimes the guy would make me rim their ass and hole when I was done , just to make sure I did a good job. After all, if I missed any shit during the cleaning, it would end up in my mouth. That's a real incentive to do a good job on the soldiers ass.
This may sound strange, but the sex , the violence and the morning cleanings,, really didn't bother me all that much. After awhile I started taking pride in being able to give a soldier a larger orgasm, being heard yelling more during a beating or licking an ass that I had just washed clean. What bothered me the most over these past two years was the complete lack of kindness and friendship. No one, not one single person ever spoke to me or held a conversation with me. I was never permitted to talk, unless ordered to give simple one word responses. It got to the point where I thought I might forget how to talk. Surrounded by thousands of men, I was all alone. To all the humans I was a worthless thing to be used and discarded. Many nights, I would lay on my piss soiled towel in the latrine, looking at the puddles of piss on the floor that had not quite made it from the soldiers penis and into the trough. I could smell the un flushed shit and the acrid odor of my piss toilet. I could here the footsteps of a soldier or two and the loud snoring of tired men, and I would cry. I would cry knowing that no one cared if I lived or died. No one loved me or for that matter, even liked me. I was all alone. At the age of 20, I had no future. At the age of 20, I could not legally drink or gamble, yet as a convicted coward and sentenced FAG, I could be repeatedly fucked, suck cock, be beaten and tortured, and the U.S. government not only allowed it, they encouraged it. Knowing this, I would sob and tears would flow down my face. Then my wrist implant would go off. I would crawl to the soldiers bed, and suck him off, lick his feet or offer him my man pussy, all the while smiling. After being used I would once again thank the soldier for using me by kissing his feet.
As hard as the nights were, the holidays were even worse. During the Christmas season I would think about my family and pretend that soon I'd be going home on leave to visit them. But that was just a lie I told myself. I knew all to well that I would never go home. I had no home. I never would. Plus the family I once had, now hated me and disavowed me. On Christmas Day, most of the guys were off base with friends and family. So I was removed from the barracks and placed inside a large dog cage in the kennels. I was chained to the floor by my cock ring. A spreader bar was placed on my legs, and I was given several hard on pills so my No Grow would cause me pain. Three dogs were placed in the large cage with me. I spent all day and night- pushing them away from me, as they tried to lick my hole, or come close to me with their doggy hard ons. Fearing what the dogs might do to me I stayed up all night guarding myself. Merry Christmas to me.
The winter season had me curled up and shivering on the cold latrine floor. The soldiers all wore long thermal underwear, yet I was always kept naked. Even when I would be sent outside to run an errand, I was naked. But inside the barracks the soldiers would walk around in their long underwear. The ivory colored fabric of their thermals would stretch around their massive muscular bodies. Every curve and bulge made the men look like they were carved out of ivory colored marble. Usually while sucking them off or getting fucked by them, the men would just fish their hard cock out of the thermals fly. No need for their bodies to get cold while enjoying my mouth or ass. Plus their cock would soon be placed someplace warm. For me winter was just one more hardship to endure. Just one more thing beating me down.
At Easter, the camp had all us FAGs put on an Easter show. Hundreds of soldiers sat in the base auditorium as we put on a holiday show for them. The earlier FAGs, those that had received almost no modifications were made to dress up like Easter bunnies. They stayed mostly nude, but wore fake rabbit ears and had a fussy butt plug up their ass. They still had front teeth, unlike us newer FAGs, so they pretended to be chewing on fake cock shaped carrots. They had to hop around and amuse the soldiers seated in the auditorium. The heavily modified FAGs , those that looked like women, were made to put on a large strip tease and Can Can act. They ran around giggling like women, and rubbing themselves on the men. Many soldiers grabbed them and fucked them or got blow jobs as they finished their act. I could not help but to think what the people in their previous life would think if they could see these women/men now. Many of them HAD wives, girlfriends and children in their past life.
My barracks had a special act set up for me. In the week prior to the Easter show, the men held a contest to see which ten men on base had the largest, thickest cocks. For my Easter act, the 10 largest cock winners dressed up like Roman Soldiers. They then dressed me in rags and chains and dragged me onto the stage. I was to play the part of a war prisoner captured by masculine ancient Roman Soldiers and be made into a slave of Rome. On stage the 10 Roman soldiers ripped the rags off me, and threw them to the audience. Soldiers hooted and applauded. I was chained to a cross and a special Cat and Nine Tails whip was used on me. The whip was made from a newly designed rubber that would cause excruciating pain without tearing the skin. The 10 Roman soldiers made comments that I was the property of Caesar and the Roman people. That I was to pleasure all Romans till I died. I could not help but to think that ,that was exactly what my life had become. But I served Americans , not Romans. During the the whipping, the FAG Easter bunnies handed out Easter candy to the soldiers. Something for the soldiers to munch on as they watched me being whipped. One of the Easter bunnies then hoped on the stage and handed a raw egg to the soldier whipping me. He announced " In keeping with the Easter season, this raw egg will be shoved up the slaves ass. If the slave clenches his ass during the rest of his whipping, the egg will burst. We will all see the yellow goo run out of the slaves ass. As punishment for breaking the egg- the slave will receive double the number of strokes from the whip. If the slave does not clench his ass during the whipping, the egg will remain intact, and the whipping will end." The Roman Soldier then shoved the raw egg up my ass and continued lashing my back with the Cat and Nine Tails. I screamed out loud as the strokes became stronger and the pain increased. My body bucked and convulsed from the pain. I could not stop myself. During one of the most brutal lashes, my body tensed, my ass contracted, and the egg burst. Yellow goo squirted from my ass. The audience rose to its feet and started shouting " Double the strokes, double the strokes, double the strokes" I went limp. "As you wish my good country men" said the soldier whipping me. He then applied 20 more strokes to my back.
Eventually I was taken from the cross. I was as lifeless as a sack of potatoes . But that did not stop the show. I was dragged to a replica of a Roman Chariot and chained , bent over it. Each in turn, the horse cocked ten winners fucked me. Their muscles and sweaty skin were accented by the fake Roman soldier uniforms they wore. They had worked it out so that the guy with the largest cock on base, fucked me last. Since each of the guys was power fucking me deep , hard and fast, I was in horrible pain. To show off their macho side, each of the 10 tried to be more cruel than the last. Each man would thrust in , then pull all the way out to show the audience his massive cock. Then ram it back into me, full force, up to his pubes. Most of the ten took a long time before they ejaculated, stage fright I guess. However that only prolonged my agony. By the time number ten was fucking me, I was bucking, crying and moaning out loud. Soldier number ten had a cock like none I had ever seen. The would huge doesn't give it justice. His cock was well over a foot long, I doubt my hand could fully wrap around it. He teased me by just poking the head of his cock in and out of my hole. Fooling my ass into thinking that was the size cock it needed to adjust to. Then he suddenly grabbed my shoulders , pulled me towards him, and in one brutal thrust, rammed into my ass till he was balls deep inside me. My scream could be heard echoing throughout the auditorium. As he pumped in and out of my hole, he made guttural noises. These noises mixed the the slurping and sucking sounds coming from my ass as his cock became coated with his nine buddies cum. Tears were now streaming down my face and I made babbling noise that even I did not understand. When he reached orgasm, he screamed at the top of his lungs "Hail Caesar "and burst his load of searing hot man cum up my ass, and collapsed on me. The audience went nuts. I received a standing ovation, or should I say the ten soldiers received a standing ovation. Cum was running down my legs and I shivered in pain. The ten cocks I took that night were far beyond what any man could endure, yet I had to endure it. The audience loved the show. As a reward for putting on a great show Sgt. Woods said "FAG, your pussy knows no bounds. I'm giving you the honor of letting you leave the man cum ,from those ten real men, stay up inside your ass. Perhaps that real man spunk will somehow filter into your worthless body and make you less worthless ". He then grabbed one of the penis shaped carrots from a bunny, and plugged my ass with it. That was my Easter holiday.
The next two months were fairly routine. Me being used in the regular fashion. However before I knew it , The Forth of July was upon us. The base was decorated in patriotic bunting and was opened to the public. Military equipment was on display, and an air show was planned for that afternoon. Guests were even invited to stay for a night time fireworks extravaganza. It soon became clear what my role would be for The Forth of July. Off to one side of the base, near the food stands , was a sign that read "Traditional Military Latrines Male Adults Only". There stood 5 Pairs of blue Porta Potties. Between each pair of potties was a flat board about a foot and a half wide and two foot long. It looked like a bridge connecting the two Porta Potties. Myself and 4 other FAGs were led out to the Potties. I was told to enter the Pottie with the sign "Tails" above it. I entered and noticed a regular toilet. But then I was turned so I could see an opening and the board between the two Potties. I was directed to lay on the board, with my face sticking into the adjoining Pottie ( the one with a sign above it reading "Heads"). I did as instructed. My legs were spread and secured to the wall of the structure. By bent ass was now at cock height for any visitor to the "Tails" Pottie. A covering was placed on any openings, giving the occupant total privacy. My face was then secured and made immobile in the "Heads" Pottie, also at cock height. This gave the occupant the choice of using my mouth for a blowjob or a piss. Electrodes were connected to both of my sensitive nipples via clamps. By pressing large red buttons titled "FAG Motivators"in either Porta Pottie, the occupant could shock my nipples to motivate me to pleasure him more. Since few civilians ever got a chance to use a Government FAG, the special "Traditional Military Latrines" we're a huge hit with the civilian male visitors. My ass and mouth were in constant use all morning and afternoon. Long lines often formed outside of each Pottie.
Since the plight of FAGs was used to warn others to not desert, any opportunity to publicly humiliate us was always taken. When it was time for the fireworks, the five of us FAGs were removed from the Porta Potties. We were lined up with ten other FAGs near where the fireworks were shot off. We were told to face the fireworks, bend over and grab our toes. A Roman Candle firework was then inserted up each FAGs ass. An electronic fuse was then attached to each Roman Candle. We were warned if we moved in any way, the fireworks would probably kill us, plus the Roman candle in our ass may misfire and explode in our pussy. We dared not speak to each other, for fear of punishment. But we all knew we were each afraid. Suddenly, the fireworks in front of us went off and speakers played patriotic songs. Tiny sparks flew on our backs, causing momentary flickers of pain. We could hear the Oos and Aahs from the crowd of spectators, as sky rockets exploded in the air. Then the choreographed music burst into "Stars and Strips Forever". The Roman candles in ours asses started to hiss. Flood lights where turned on so the spectators could see all 15 of us bent over FAGs. Then WHAM, the Roman Candles started shooting fireworks high into the air. Each burst of the Roman Candle was like the thrust of a cock going into our ass. Flickers of hot firework debris burned our butts. But the crowd of spectators went wild cheering and clapping. They loved the sight of 15 naked FAGs being used as holders for fireworks. What could be more patriotic than FAGs being humiliated and shooting fire from their asses. The fireworks ended,the music died, and the crowds went home. Soldiers came over and yanked the remains of the candles from our asses and told us to each go back to our assigned locations. That night I sobbed and cried a little longer, till finally sleep overcame me.
Summer brought with it family and friends visiting the soldiers on base. I was passed on to visiting dads, brothers and football team mates as a kind of gift for their visit to the base. It took most of the visitors time before they used me to the hilt. However repeat visitors knew the drill and would jump right into me, so to speak. I was even bragged about by my barracks soldiers as being the best FAG on base. Hearing that would brighten my day, and make me try even harder to bring increased pleasure to those using me that day.
The U.S. Government had hit upon an ingenious idea with the GFAG program. The public humiliation and punishment of GFAGs did a fantastic job of keeping all the other citizens in line. No man in his right mind would try to desert , or even break a law, for the simple fear that he to could become a GFAG. By encouraging people to continue using and abusing FAGs, public displays were always present and obvious. Military statistics showed a huge, almost unprecedented drop in desertion and military crime. Officers reported their troops to be extremely compliant and obedient. Soldiers were volunteering for more risky missions and military training classes had wait lists. Sex related crimes had almost disappeared within the military. Deviant sex crimes were almost a thing of the past. Since soldiers could use a FAG any way he wished, nothing done to a FAG could ever be considered deviant. The darkest fantasy of any soldier , could now be used on a FAG, thus freeing the soldier from any lingering guilt or remorse. Why would any soldier run the risk of rape , or the use of a whore, when the government supplied a free , safe and enthusiastic outlet. Red light districts around bases closed up and were transformed into shopping and dining areas. The government even saw a large decrease in soldiers marrying while in service. It seemed that with sex drives fulfilled, soldiers spent less time looking for a mate and more time developing their fighting skills. Statistically , divorces within the military also seemed to be slowing down dramatically. I guess with alternate sexual outlets, soldiers complained less about the wife not putting out, thus making for a better marriage. Wives were happy in the knowledge that their military husbands found no need to cheat on them. Their husband could use a non human FAG to release his natural male sexual needs, leaving his loving emotional bond with his wife intact. Enlistments in the military were at an all time high. Questioners given to new recruits showed that about 90% of new recruits viewed the ability to use a GFAG as a primary reason for joining the military. Military psychologists published paper after paper showing the current mental state of soldiers to be at an all time high. With the ability to remove frustration and low self esteem by abusing a FAG, soldiers self worth and mental calm skyrocketed. There was absolutely no down side to the GFAG program. Maintenance costs were almost non existent. With simple training, modification, isolation and monitoring, a FAG could be expected to deliver several good and productive years before expiring. There was even talk of breeding the population if the natural supply chain ran thin.
Keeping us FAGs subservient and obedient was all that was needed. The government continually reinforced within us, that we were no longer human, and drilled into our brains that we deserved the life we had. Our sole purpose to exist was to please. The lack of kindness, friendship, family, or communication with others, cemented this belief in every GFAGs mind. For a GFAG to seek comfort from even the glance or smile of another GFAG, would mean 20 strokes from the whip. If a FAG dared to speak or walk near another FAG, the punishment was even more sever. The government would go to extreme measures of torture to ensure its GFAG population always did as ordered. That is why , when it was discovered on base, that two of the earlier version FAGs had become friends and were secretly meeting , talking and even plotting to escape, that the government decided to take firm, if not even barbaric action.