Date: Thu, 16 Jul 2015 00:07:56 -0400
From: "tooluse2@gmail.com" <tooluse2@gmail.com>
Subject: GFAG  Chapter 1: The Trial

  GFAG.
  A story by: Tom Tooluse

  Chapter 1: The Trial

This is a fictional story bearing gay authoritarian themes for the pleasure
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The year is 2078, The United States has been fighting a long and bloody War
in the Middle East for over 20 years now. Resources and manpower are at an
all time low and the government has taken drastic measures to keep our
economy and the military strong. The U.S. constitution has been suspended
and slavery has been re instituted. In order to keep troops in line, new
and sever laws and punishments have been enacted. One of the most severe
forms of military punishment was enacted years ago, when the enemy stopped
taking prisoners and started beheading all captured U.S. soldiers. The
government needed to take strong action to stop ever growing soldier
desertion rates. In order to stop the spread of military desertion the
U.S. Government had enacted the GFAG laws and punishments. The government
has always been fond of acronyms. G.I. For example stands for a
U.S. soldier or government issued items. Under the new law, GFAG stood for
, PROPERTY of "Government Facilities and Army Grounds", and is almost
always shortened to FAG. The term FAG is not to be confused with the old
derogatory term used in the past that referred to homosexuals. That
derogatory term has long since died away after the Supreme Court Ruling of
2015 on Gay Rights. In 2078 , under the GFAG laws, any soldier found guilty
of desertion and cowardice receives one of the cruelest forms of punishment
man has ever thought of. First off, the guilty soldier loses his right to
be considered human. His name and ID is stricken from all government and
private records. He is issued a control number and from that point on
becomes PROPERTY of the Government and no longer a human being. It is
actually against the law for him to wear clothes or to be treated by a
doctor.  From sentencing onwards all his medical needs will be handled by a
Veterinarian. He is then publicly and permanently marked. His ownership
papers and new ID are given to either the Army or Marines for their total
and uncontrolled usage. His usage by the military will fall into 4
stages. Stage One: Military Pleasure Animal.  Stage Two: Military Prison
Relief Animal. Stage Three: Animal Relief Equipment. Stage Four: Military
Parts Harvesting. I tell you all this so you will have a better
understanding of my situation as I lay here naked on an animal operating
table. I lay here staring up at the bright operating lights above me as
Veterinarian doctors swarm about me preparing to cut me open. I'm totally
paralyzed but alert from the medication I had been given. The government
calls this last stage " Final payment for those who have wronged their
nation and comrades ".

      I grew up in a small Texas town. My mother was a housewife and my dad
worked on a local ranch. My two younger brothers and I were average boys
growing up. Being the slightly older brother I usually forced my brothers
into playing war related video games with me rather than other types of
games. I just couldn't wait till I was old enough to join the military. On
my 18th birthday I enlisted in the Army. Ever since I could remember I had
wanted to be in the Army and serve my county. I'd watch daily news
broadcasts of the war and dreamed of being in uniform on the front lines-
fighting along side my buddies. I craved the privilege of being able to be
a soldier and wear the uniform , even more than I craved sex. I had no
problem getting into the Army. After all I was built- no I mean really
built for a guy my age. I played all the major sports at school and worked
out hard every evening in the gym. I was a great Ice Hockey player. The MVP
of my High School Baseball team. Last but not least, I was the captain of
our Football Team. If I must say so myself- I looked great!  A white- 6
foot muscular young Adonis. Just about all the really hot girls in High
School were after me. I'm not bragging- just being honest when I say I got
pussy at least three times a week. My chest had a well defined six pack,
rippling with muscle. If you were to throw a nickel at my chest it would
bounce of like cold water on a hot frying pan. My pecks were just
right. Solid and large, not man boob in size, just nice firm mounds that
were topped by very sensitive rounded protruding nips. My muscular abdomen
liked like it had been sculpted by a master artist. My face could win a
girls heart and entrance into her panties with just a smile, or wink. My
dirty blond hair was always kept just a little disheveled to give me that
bad boy look. My arms and legs were my best features. After years of
dedicated workouts and sports they had become so muscular that I had a hard
time finding pants and shirts to fit over the muscles. Even I was impressed
by their bulk.  At times I'd stand in front of a mirror to just watch
myself flex my arm muscles. My cock to me , was what I thought every guys
cock looked like. It hung about 4 inches when flaccid. With the shyest
looking cock head to fool the girls. However when hard my cock took on a
mean demanding look. It stuck out a good 10 inches and the head took on the
shape of a battering ram. I never compared my cock to any of the other guys
in the locker room- but I've been told by the girls I've fucked that a
thick 10" cock like mine is not a common thing. I especially liked the
bulging veins running along my cocks thick shaft ending at the dark purple
, almost mean looking mushroom head. Dame did the girls moan as I'd fuck
them, and dame did I ever enjoy it. Below my man meat was a nice low
hanging ball sack with two large egg shaped testicles. I loved the feel of
my super sensitive balls swinging in the air , and hitting the girls pussy
as I'd fuck her deep and fast. My pride and joys I'd call them. My man
jewels. The jewels that held my man seed that I could someday use to make
babies. To make future clones of me. For as well built as my body was- I
must admit I spent very little time developing my mind. I guess you could
say I wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. I ignored school work and had
no interest in government- laws or politics.

   The day for me to report to my Army Training base came only two weeks
after I graduated High School. Since the War was in a particularly bad
state- I was fast tracked. Rather than reporting to a regular military base
for basic training- I was sent to an Army Quick Base center. These were
something new the government was trying out. Usually young recruits in
great physical shape were sent there to speed up their training. The
government wanted these new soldiers to get into the war as soon as
possible. My Quick Base was a small fenced in place- and looked like an old
run down High School. It was located in the Midwest in a farming area of
the country. My induction took place without any hitches. But when they
handed me my boots- government issued white boxer underwear and ACUs ( Army
Combat Uniform ) I almost shot a load of cum in my pants.  I was that
excited. Honest to God.  I got a hard on as I picked up the pile of uniform
clothing and just stood still till my boner eventually went down on its
own. After a few lectures we were sent onward to finish induction, receive
our paper work and be assigned a bunk in the barracks.

   Quick Base was great. I made friends with all the other new recruits. I
excelled in my war training classes and weapons classes. The first 4 weeks
were everything I had ever wanted. However things changed when PT
started. The physical Training classes were run by an officer named
Sgt. Frank Biggs. Boy did his name ever fit him. The man was big- I mean
huge. The man had muscles on top of muscles. Sgt. Biggs stood at least 6'4"
, tight brown crew cut hair - tanned body and a look that would make your
blood go cold with just one glance. There was something evil about the
man. I could never put my finger on it, but there was something in his eyes
that told me to steer clear of him. Officer Biggs came from a southern
family that owned several large farms. Since the government needed a large
supply of food during the war, Biggs family was given first selection and
discounts on purchasing slaves. I heard stories from the other recruits
that as a young man Biggs got into trouble with the local slave authority
due to misuse and harsh treatment of the family's slaves. I heard told that
the rough treatment was sexual in nature and that the slaves were never the
same after Biggs was through with them. Some say that's why Biggs joined
the Army. It was his way of staying out of legal trouble.

    For some reason I got the feeling, right from the start, that Biggs
didn't like me. Or was it that he liked me to much. Anytime I was in his
class he would watch me real close. He would select me for any and all
demonstrations- especially those with physical contact. When dressing or
undressing for PT class I would notice Sgt. Biggs watching me from the
window that looked from his office into the locker room. One day during MMA
( Mixed Martial Arts ) class Biggs called on me to demonstrate a few
wrestling and martial arts moves. I had taken Martial Arts classes when in
HS so I felt confident as I approached him on the mat. He removed his shirt
and just left on his thin brown PT shorts. This evil hulk of a man was
facing me with just loose thin brown shorts on. I always thought I had a
great body, but Biggs was so muscular he looked as though he could snap my
body in half like a twig. Being a cocky young stud I removed my shirt and
kicked off my sneakers and socks to match his dress.  I couldn't help but
look at his chest. Dame was he built. I fixed my glare at his 6 pack, and
happened to look up in his face. I could have sworn he was smirking at
me. Yet it was something more, there was something evil in his eyes. No
sooner did the match start that Biggs took me down. He had me on my
stomach, flat on the mat, his body grinding into mine from on top. Was it
my imagination or had his cock started to harden as he pressed his huge
frame against mine. I thought for sure I could feel his hard cock pressing
against my ass crack as I squirmed to get away from his hold. Suddenly he
flipped me over. There I lay on my back, and once again he was fully on top
of me- pressing his crotch hard against mine, much harder than needed to
be. It was no longer my imagination- his cock ,was hard. Hard and
huge. Hell it had to be at least 12" and as fat around as a coke can. But
that couldn't be. No man could have a cock that large. He would grind his
crotch deep into mine. Sweat from his body dripped onto mine. He grabbed my
wrists and held my arms up high above my head- tightly, very tightly
squeezing. What was I to do. I was just a new soldier. I looked around at
the crowd of my piers who were yelling and shouting directions on how to
escape the hold. None of them could see Sgt. Biggs boner as it pressed on
my body. The cock was demanding as it would slip up and down against my
most vulnerable opening. I started to panic and looked up at Biggs. No
doubt about it this time- his face was smirking and that glint in his eye
was very mean and evil. He eyes stared into mine and seemed as though they
were say, " I OWN YOU".  I felt helpless. I could feel his long hard cock
pressing against my ass hole ,as though he were trying to fuck me through
the fabric of our PT shorts. With his arms holding up my arms I could smell
the strong rank smell coming from his arm pits. It was the smell of a
man. Not a perfumed deodorant smell- no- this was the smell of a bull of a
man. At one point he positioned his sweating chest so that drips of his
sweat fell into my open goaning mouth. There I lay. On my back. A monster
of a cock pressing into my barely covered ass, smelling another mans scent
and tasting his sweat as it dripping into my open mouth. Worst of all- we
were surrounded by 20 Army Soldiers, all yelling in that deep tone young
men have when allowed to let it out. I felt like a trapped animal. He just
continued grinding his hard cock against my hole-pressing and pressing and
smiling that evil grin at me. My mind snapped. I quickly closed my
mouth. Instinctively I twisted my arm and broke one hand free. I grabbed
his neck- placed my leg under his leg and with all my might, twisted my
body. In doing so, I flipping Sgt. Biggs over onto his back. I quickly
pressed his shoulders to the mat. The crowd yelled and cheered. I had just
pinned my PT instructed. If looks could kill- one glacé at Biggs
face told me I was a dead man. His cock had gone soft as he got up from his
prone position- but I think I saw a wet spot on the front of his brown PT
shorts. Again I looked at the crowd of other soldiers to see if they had
seen his hard cock and how he was trying to fuck me right in front of
them. But I got no sign of recognition from the crowd. All they saw was a
MMA demonstration. As we left class that day- I could feel Biggs eyes
following me out of the gym.

        The recruits slept in the barracks but the officers had private
rooms. Sgt.  Biggs room was right next to the open barracks bay where we
new recruits slept. My bunk was the closest to the wall that separated
Biggs room from the barracks bay.  Just at lights out as I lay in my bunk I
saw Biggs walk to the barracks bay opening , look my way, and head slowly
towards my bunk. But when Biggs was about 10 feet away from me, another
officer yelled out to him that he had a surprise for him and that he should
get his ass to his room on the double. I could faintly hear the sound of
chains- muffled talking- then what sounded like slaps and punches. For a
good hour I heard moans , grunts and cries ,punctuated by more slaps and
punches. In the morning I asked one of the other recruits if he had heard
the noises from Biggs room. He laughed real loud and said " I guess he got
himself a new GFAG ". Just as I was about to ask what a GFAG was- an
announcement came on the PA for us to all pack up and get ready for
immediate deployment. There was to be a new push at the front lines and we
were shipping out ASAP. Excitement took over and my mind shifted into good
soldier mode and I packed and got ready for my new life as an active duty
soldier!!

        We were no longer going to be recruits, we would finally be active
duty fighting soldiers. It was a two hour drive to the nearest Air Force
base . Once there we boarded a troop air transport. The 12 hour flight left
us all totally exhausted. Guys would just lean against one another and fall
asleep on your buddies shoulder. Dame I felt at home- guys being guys-
military brotherhood and bonding- I was so proud ! The transport landed in
some God forsaken Middle East country. We were met by our platoon leader
and assigned lodging in the barracks. But all we cared about was sleep. To
a man we were all fast asleep within minutes. Early the next morning the
shouting started and we jumped out of our bunks and sprang to attention. An
officer walked the line and picked out three of us , including me, to
immediately go with his soldiers on a morning recon mission. " No time for
shit and shower ladies- get dressed and outside on the double""he barked. I
never got dressed so fast in my life. I jumped into my uniform, gave myself
a wide grin- dame was I proud and happy , and I ran out to join the
others. We jumped into a truck and drove the three hours towards the front
lines. Along the way we would pass farm houses- a few bombed out buildings
and groups of local freedom fighters. We rounded a corner as we entered a
bombed out town, and suddenly all hell broke loose. Bullets were flying
towards us and bombs blowing up all around. We jumped out of the truck and
took cover. Each of us at point. Bullets zipped past me from all
directions. Shells exploded not far from me. My adrenalin coursed through
my body. The officer yelled for us to head towards a low cinder block
building to our far right. I ran towards it with all my might. Then boom- a
flash- a noise and all went black. I was out cold.

              I heard voices, men's voices, was I alive or was I dead? The
voices became sharper , and clearer. I could feel a hand shaking my
shoulder. " Get up Soldier" again the hand shook my shoulder. " Get the
fuck up Soldier". I opened my eyes and looked around. Standing around me
were four U.S. Solders, in full gear, with their weapons pointed at me. I
looked around me, I was in bed- --what the fuck--- how did I get into a
bed. I was in a bed in a bedroom in a farm house. How did I get there-
where was there? Suddenly the hand shaking my shoulder roughly grabbed me,
flipped me over and put a twist tie hand restraint on me- the kind we used
on prisoners of War. " You fucking deserter" barked the soldier. We have
been looking for you ever since we came across the dead bodies of your
comrades. We expected to find you dead or wounded- not sleeping in bed at a
farm house two miles away from the ambush site!" he then spit on me "
Fucking deserters " and the other soldiers dragged me to their
truck. Everything moved very fast after that. I was flown back home- taken
to a large Military base on the east coast. I was placed in a cell and
assigned a lawyer. I had no idea how I got to that farm house. My mind was
totally blank. My lawyer said my trial would be tomorrow and there would be
no need to go over the dreary possibilities .

                  The next morning I was brought into the courtroom- still
dressed in the uniform I wore the day of the battle. My uniform- my prized
uniform. I sat with my lawyer at a small table.  In front of us , at a tall
bench like desk sat a women judge. She was middle aged and kind looking. On
each side of her sat a high ranking Army Military Officer. My lawyer leaned
over and told me the two military officers and the civilian judge would
together decide my fate.

                   The four soldiers that had found me in the farm house
bed , testified. Next my lawyer spoke. He did his best to explain why the
battle must have blacked out my memory- but the whole trial seemed to last
only one hour. This can't be happening. I'm a good person- I'd never
desert- I'm innocent. The judge and the two military officers left the
courtroom, only to return 20 minutes later.

      As the judge sat down, a large MP guard came up to me and guided me
in front of the judges bench and left me there.  There I stood, all alone,
dressed in in my boots and prized ACUs before honorable Judge Margaret
Cambell. Judge Cambell changed her rather kind facial expression to a stern
expression as she glanced at the verdict listed on a paper in front of her.
"Mr John Barrington, it is the finding of this military court of the United
States of America- that you are GUILTY of desertion and cowardly acts. As
set forth by the laws of the United States, your punishment will be the
maximum allowed by law. You are now and forever will be , classified GFAG (
property of GOVERNMENT FACILITIES and ARMY GROUNDS ). Desertion in time of
war is the lowest a human can sink. Therefore the government of the United
States will no longer recognize you as a human. John Barrington no longer
exists. All records both public and private will be stricken of your name
and identity. Family members will be notified. From this point till your
death- you are the property of the U.S. Government and will be owned by the
U.S. Army. You will be identified as 13567. You are from this point onward
just an item. a thing to be used and abused by the Army in any manor they
wish. The Army has absolutly no restrictions on how they are to treat or
dispose of you. From this point forward humans are instructed to be as
humiliating, unthinking and cruel towards you as is humanly possible. May
the tortuous way you live out your remaining days be a lesson and example
to all military and civilian citizens that the U.S. Government considers
desertion the worst of all crimes. Your presence here is disgusting to me
and all humans. At this time you will be striped naked and publicly
whipped. You will then be placed on public display for a full day. You will
be Marked , Popped and Punched and then sent for modification and
training. You will spend your remaining years naked and serving the
government and its citizens in the four stages of GFAG. May God have mercy
on you - for no man ever will."

     Upon hearing my sentence I broke into uncontrolled crying. Five guards
came up to me and started removing my boots- socks - ACU top and brown
undershirt. I was being fully undressing in front of the packed
courtroom. Another guard had sissors and started cutting away my ACU
pants. Through my crying and sobbing, I said " Not my ACUs. Please don't
cut my pants". A large guard swiftly backhanded me across the face- sending
waves of pain through my cheeks. Again he backhanded me- even harder. "
Don't you fucking dare to speak to a human ever again you FAG.". By now my
pants had been cut away. I was left standing in just my military issue
white boxer underwear. It was at that point I was turned to face the crowd
of spectators in the courtroom. In the back left corner of the room I could
see video cameras. This was being broadcast on the military channel. In the
offices, barracks and homes, thousands were watching my shame. A guard
grabbed my boxers and yanked them down, tearing them from my body. My cock
and balls flopped out and instinctively I tried to cover myself. Again I
was backhanded across the face. "FAG , don't you dare try to cover what
belongs to the citizens of the U.S. ". I stood there naked before this
large hateful crowd.  The crowd bargain to cheer and yell. I could hear
people making fun of my fear shriveled cock and balls. "Look at that little
weenie." "The worlds never going to miss that cock." "My son has a bigger
pecker than IT does". I looked up at the crowd and for the first time
noticed friends that I had gone through military basic training with. One
of them spit in my direction, and the spit landed on my right shoulder. One
of the MPs told me to stand up nice and tall so the Army photographer could
get real good "Before Pictures" to go into my ownership file and also to be
posted on the Governments GFAG web site. I instinctively shook my head
no. The guard lifted his taser, turned a dial on it and zapped me on my
left arm. A shock went through my body sending pain from my head to toes "
That was the lowest setting animal- will you comply or do I turn up the
voltage?".i nodded I would comply and an Army photographer approached me
and started taking hundreds of pictures of my muscular naked young body. He
told me to lift both arms and make a muscle. He told me to spread my legs,
to hop on one leg- to touch my pecks. His camera continually snapping
pictures. Pictures of my full body- my abs- my chest- my ass hole- my balls
and my cock. The tears were now streaming down my face without control . I
was being told to make different poses- to bend over- to spread my legs- to
lift my balls- to spread my ass checks. All the time strangers and ex
friends in the courtroom giggled and laughed. Most had their phones out and
were also taking pictures or videos of my naked pose routine. I wanted to
run and hide but I dared not move. "Now wipe away those tears and smile for
the camera- lick your lips- open your mouth seductively " said the
photographer."I wanted to say no, but as my mouth opened , the guard lifted
his taser. Once again, I had no choice but to comply. Then I felt a sharp
pain, a needle was injected into my ass from behind. As I turned to look
behind me the guard spoke again "That shot will instantly give you the
largest- stiffest hard on your cock has ever had. But don't get used to it-
it goes soft in about five minutes" my eyes widened "enjoy the view for the
last time" he said. What did he mean by that? Oh no- oh no, in front of a
hundred or more spectators and thousands of TV watchers, my cock started to
stiffen on its own. I was so embarrassed. I was an animal on display, and
my own cock was mocking me. The guard was correct. My boner was
huge. Harder than I had ever seen it. My cock head turned a deep purple
color and I could feel pre cum starting to ooze from it. Again I could hear
the photographers camera taking picture after picture- pose after
pose. Please please make this all stop my mind kept repeating . Eventually
my public photo session was done. But to my horror A brace was wheeled over
and the guards fastened my wrists and ankles to each corner of the brace. I
was now manacled but still naked and exposed for the world to see! The
judge called for the Veterinarian. The rather young animal doctor
approached the brace and injected a needle between my shoulder blades, in
an area I could never reach. Pressing on the needles plunger, he injecting
an item into my body. He instructed the Judge that the tracking device was
now in place and operational. Next the vet reached down into a black
leather bag and pulled out a strange metal device. He placed a clear jell
onto the device and pressed it against my ass hole. I yelled in pain as the
device entered my ass hole. The guard came up to me and slapped me three
times, hard across the face as the courtroom crowd cheered. The guard
whispered into my ear " Shut the fuck up- or I'll think of something that
will make you shut up" The Vet proceeded to push the silver metal butt plug
lock up my ass. As the metal plug sank in, it made an audible sucking noise
which made the crowd giggle and laugh. Why was he doing this to me? Why did
all these people hate me so much? The Vet leaned down and started turning a
screw at the back base of the plug and I could feel it expanding in my
ass. Growing larger and larger it hurt like hell. I could feel metal spikes
expanding inside my ass. How would they ever get that thing out of
me. Please stop- I screamed to myself in my own mind. But I dared not cry
out or say a word. The Vet then placed a key into the back of the device
and turned the key. He approached the Judge, handed her the key and said
"The people's property has now been ceremonially locked , to demonstrate
ownership, as is custom your honor."  With tears streaming down my face
from shame, humiliation and pain- I could briefly see the courtroom crowd
recoil backwards as in shock. Then suddenly there was a swish and a snap
and pain shot through my body and my eyes saw a great flash of light. I was
being whipped. I couldn't breath. Again the whip came down and I knew I was
screaming at the top of my lungs- but I could not hear a sound. The pain
was so intense that it blocked out all my other senses. There was no sound-
no taste- no vision. There was only excruciating pain. The whipping
continued. "Stroke 5" the guard counted out loud. I cried, I
yelled. "Stroke 10" I begged and whimpered , drool fell from my mouth and
by nose ran. "Stroke 11, 12" I began to babble like a baby, making just
noises, "Stroke 15, ,20, , 25". Then I mercifully passed out.

     I slowly awoke with the sounds of clanging metal and intense heat. I
lay naked in a large Quad in the center of the Army base. I could feel
grass under me. My eyes had a hard time adjusting to the light. Had I been
dreaming ? Perhaps this was all a nightmare. Was I back home asleep in my
bed. Maybe I was in the barracks, in my cot, waking from a bad
dream. Suddenly my face and neck were hit with cold water. A hose was
showering my face and neck. The water was ice cold. Then a voice spoke
"looks like our little FAG is finally awake". I had not been dreaming.  I
had passed out from the whipping. My life was the nightmare. As the soldier
hosed me with cold water, he continued to speak. "Well there , you little
piece of shit. While you were passed out, my buddy and I gave you a little
present. A new piece of jewelry, just for you. Something for you to wear
forever" then he and his buddy started laughing. "We just welded a nice
thick iron collar around your neck. We could have used a thiner collar or
one made of a nice light metal- but we chose good old heavy iron. This way
, every day of your life ,that heavy thick collar will remind you that you
are the lowest of the low. You are below a beast of burden, you are even
below a slave." More laughing from the soldier and a crowd of onlookers
that had gathered . "That collar has some nifty things on and built into
it. It contains chaining rings, another tracking device- and its also a
high voltage remote shock collar. The collar has a few other surprises,
some that can even go Boom." Laughing at his own joke he and his buddy
walked away. Their job was done. They had welded shut an iron collar around
my neck and hosed away the heat of the welding spots. Five large MP guards
picked me up from the ground and dragged me towards two tall metal poles
sticking up from the ground. Once again I was spread eagle as the guards
chained my wrists and ankles to the metal poles. I was on full public
display. Totally naked , for people to look at and make fun of. My arms
were stretched outward and upward. My legs were pulled wide apart leaving
my fully exposed cock and balls jutting slightly forward from my pubic hair
for anyone to see or even grasp.  My ass still had the lock plug inserted
and in plain view for all to see. My shame and embarrassment was apparent
as my face blushed red and I twisted in a futile attempt to hide my private
parts. The twisting only made matters worse by making my cock flip from
side to side giving the crowd an added show. I'm guessing perhaps an hour
had passed since my whipping. It must be only about 6 pm. The judge said
I'd be on public display for a full day. Does this mean I'll hang here, in
the central parade ground of the base till 6pm tomorrow? I just want this
to all end. To go away. I want to go home.. All I ever wanted in life was
to be a good soldier. To be of service to my country. Then intense pain
shot through me. My back began to burn and I yelled out in agony. "You like
that boy"? , asked the one MP Guard? My friend and I have been instructed
to spead this salt and water paste all over the cuts and sores on your back
that were left by the whipping" I dared to speak "Please Stop- please stop
hurting me- please, please , I beg you, stop ,,why are you doing this to
me" but I was met by another hard slap across the face. " Boy your only
going to learn the hard way aren't you. GFAGs never speak unless told to do
so. You naked animals are always to remain silent".

         Video crews set up cameras off to the far side- then left. I
guessed they were planning on broadcasting events that would take place
later. Other guards brought out items and started placing them around
me. There were two large cartons with the words Souvenir Tweezers, and my
ID number 13567 printed on the box. The guard opened the cartons to expose
what had to be hundreds of tweezers with #13567 and GFAG printed on them. I
could only guess these were pre printed , just waiting for the next GFAG
event. Another guard held a large plastic pail , with the word Donation
across it. He fastened the bucket to the front of the right pole. He next
inserted a rubber hose , the thickness of a drinking straw, into the bottom
of the bucket, taped it up the pole - wrapped it around my arm- and fixed
it to my collar so the end of the hose was next to my mouth. Another guard
placed a sign with a stake on it , into the ground in front of me. Before
doing so he showed me the sign. It read. "GFAG # 13567 , Deserter , SHOW
HIM NO MERCY. All in his company died as he ran away and slept in bed. Feel
free to take pictures and enjoy abusing him. Men may make donations in the
bucket. All are welcome to use and keep the souvenir tweezers. Public
festivities start at daybreak tomorrow. All are required to watch the
Punching ceremony at 5:45pm." Why me, why me. Then I watched as all five
guards picked up a pair of tweezers. They each walked up to different parts
of my body. They used the tweezers to grab hold of an arm hair- a pubic
hair- ball sack hair- eyebrow hair and leg hair. At the count of three ,
they all pulled out their respective hairs. I screamed and they
laughed. Crowds began to form and soldiers took pictures as I hung there
nude. Men and women soldiers picked up tweezers and pulled out hair from
all parts of my body. The pain shot from all around my body.  as each
person selected a different area to yank out hair. Two of the guards were
posted next to me, so I dared not say a word to any of the humans. Oh God,
they have me calling them humans now. A nicely built young soldier about my
age walked up to me along with his uniformed father. Dame his father must
be proud of him. The boy took his fist and punched me in the stomach. Then
with his open hand he smacked my ball sack. I tried to double up in pain,
but my bindings kept me from moving. "Easy Son his father said- we don't
want to ruin tomorrow's fun" with that the boy looked me in the face and
spit at me. He then walked over to the Donation bucket. He undid his belt,
pulled down his pants zipper, unbuttoned the top button, fished his limp
cock out of his boxer briefs, aimed his cock at the bucket and began
pissing into the bucket. As he pissed in the bucket he looked at me and
said " Enjoy this, you piece of shit". He then ended his piss- zipped up-
took a selfie of his father and himself, with me in the background. Then
left. As others were yanking out hair from all over my body with the
supplied tweezers- the guard came over to me and said "" Incase they failed
to tell you. From now on, for the rest of your life, your only allowed to
drink piss. Sometimes the Vet or others will add things to the piss, but it
will always be another mans piss you will drink.  Only nice recycled yellow
water for You". I shook my head no- he laughed and pointed to the sun. "O
Yes you will FAG. You will drink it !  It's kind of funny how the SUN and
its heat, will make you drink that SONs piss as your first liquid as a
FAG. Plus that " hard on" needle they gave you in the courtroom is designed
to make you super thirsty, for this very reason." he couldn't stop laughing
at his own joke, as all around me people were pulling out my hairs, one at
a time.

     For hours I hung in the hot blistering sun as passing soldiers amused
themselves by plucking out the hair from my body using the souvenir
tweezers . It must have been in the 90s. The heat and pain were to much for
me. Strangely I had an uncontrollable need to drink liquid. The medication
must be kicking in. Sure enough, as the guard had said. I could take the
thirst no longer. I leaned my head toward the rubber tube and took a small
sip of the teen Sons piss. It was bitter and salty all at the same
time. But I needed liquid. How low I had already started to sink. I was
drinking piss.  More men came and made Donations into the bucket. My
eyebrows , ball sack and pubic bush were now gone. Plucked away by
soldiers.  Each strand of hair had been pulled out. I must have been
photographed hundreds of times. People called me names and spit on me and
hit me. I just hung there, and drank even more piss. Then another panic set
in. I had taken in so much piss, that now I had to piss. I looked over at
the one guard- who seemed to read my mind. " Your an animal, just piss". I
let loose with my piss , splattering on the grass in front of me. The
stream even reached the sign. Soldiers in the crowd took out there phones
and took videos of me pissing. Some even walked up close and zoomed in on
my flaring piss slit as the yellow liquid spraying out from it. My
humiliation was their enjoyment. The night wore on- the crowds left- the
air got cool. I shivered in the cool night air- my now plucked , hanging
aching body hung limp as I finally fell asleep.

           I woke to the sound of a drill and a searing pain in my nose. I
jolted open my eyes to see the bright morning light, a crowd of soldiers in
front of me- the video cameras going and both guards holding my head up and
firmly in place. A soldier was drilling through the septum in my nose. I
screamed in pain, the crowd cheered , hooted and yelled out " Good Morning"
" Ringing Time" "Look at the bull now". The soldier pulled the small drill
bit from my septum and inserted a steel ring into the newly formed hole. He
squeezed it shut with another tool and soldered it closed. " The heat from
this gun will warm that ring and cauterize your nose. At training they will
weld shut the rings" said the soldier. He then went on to my ears and put
steel rings in them also. The crowd chanted " animal- animal- deserter-
deserter ". What had my life become. They can't do this to me. This is not
fair. This is not legal. Yet the crowds cheered- took pictures and pulled
what few strands of hair were left on my now baby smooth body. Soldiers
slapped and punched me. Guys pulled on my nose and ear rings, causing even
more pain. Buddies took selfies standing in front of me. One soldier
pointed to my cock and jokingly said to his wife--" look honey , IT has a
pee pee. What a waste of skin ".  Female soldiers would go up to my cock
and hold it and pull on it and giggle. They were correct- I was no longer a
person. The full day of public display was doing just what it was meant to
do. It made me began to question my existence.  I was starting to realize
what I now was. At least I THOUGHT I understood.

                Around noon I was hosed down again. The salt on my back,
the spit and crud all over me was washed away with ice cold water. Two of
the guards wiped me down and dried me off , with what I thought was sand
paper, only to see they were using very corse rags. Then another solder
approached wearing a Haz Mat suite, carrying what looked like a paint
sprayer. All he said was " close your eyes and don't dare open them till I
tell you or you will go blind." He turned on the machine as the guards
darted out of the way. A foul smelling thick liquid shot from the machine
and coated every inch of my body. I do mean every inch. I hung there , my
mouth closed and eyes tightly shut , as the liquid dried. Ten minutes later
I was being hosed off again and told I could open my eyes. The guy in the
Haz Mat suit took off his head gear and said. " From now till the day you
die you will be hairless- not one single strand of hair will ever grow on
your body again. Only humans deserve hair.  Your now a nice smooth IT." and
he walked away.

      My life was going from bad to worse so fast it was hard for me to
comprehend it all. I was no longer considered a human, I had been publicly
whipped to the cheers of spectators. Salt was spread on my wounds and my
hair was plucked out, all for the pleasure of others. Now I'm nude and as
smooth as a baby. Plus I have animal rings hanging from my nose and
ears. When I'm thirsty I drink other men's piss. With this last thought I
began to chock up and had a hard time getting my breath.  I'm only 18. I'm
only 18. I I have no life. Nothing on planet Earth could be worse than
this- the judge was so correct. I then felt the MP Guard flick my nose
ring, and pulling it a little to watch the pain flash in my eyes " Is baby
animal feeling sad? " "Well to fucking bad" and with that he punched me
hard in my gut. I hung my head low and just took short breaths to try and
end the pain in my gut. As I lifted my head a little I noticed the video
cameras were being packed up and taken away. That had to be a good
sign. God knows I need a little good news. I can't take any more. I just
can't.

         The day dragged on as I hung naked, in the hot sun, in the center
of this busy Army base. I drank piss from the Donation bucket. Piss from
soldiers who had the life I always wanted.

The humiliating crowds seemed to thin out a bit and the video cameras were
gone. Those video cameras had recorded and broadcast every embarrassing and
painful moment of the day. How many thousands of military personnel and
their families had watched my downfall. My steady decline from an All
American Stud to a ringed Animal. At least I only had a few short hours
left to endure. The worst is over. I can do this. The worst is over I kept
saying to myself. I can do this.  From across the lawn I could see the
Bases Commanding officer walking my way. Perhaps he was coming to tell me
that this whole thing had been a mistake- a horrible mistake. Perhaps he
was coming over to apologize and tell the guards to unchain me from the
polls. I knew this couldn't be real. I just knew it.

                As the Commander approached the two guards stood at
attention and saluted. The Commander saluted back and told them to stand at
ease. The Commander then turned to me and spoke. " I have better things to
do today than wasting my time with a piece of shit like you. Twice today
the law requires I tell you about up coming events. Not because we give a
shit about clearing up things in your mind or answering your questions. I
don't give a fuck about you. The law has me do this because the knowledge
of what is about to happen to you will cause you more apprehension and
discomfort - precisely what we want. " My eyes fixed on him- what does he
mean? What events? What else could they do to me. Nothing could be worse-
nothing. Again the Commander spoke "You still think your a human, you still
think your a man. After everything that has happened to you today, I'm sure
your still telling yourself that your a man, not an Animal. Your still
telling yourself this is all a mistake. That soon you will get your life
and name back. Well animal, that's not going to happen. The government
knows very well what's going on in your brain. Plus there is the issue of
revenge- revenge in the name of all the dead comrades that you deserted. So
the government has a new twist on an old military punishment. In times past
when one recruit made it hard for all the others- they would have a night
time Blanket Party. A group of soldiers would put hard bars of sold soap in
their tube socks. At night they would creep towards the sleeping soldier
that had made life tough for them. A few of the guys would hold the trouble
makers blanket tightly pressed against him and the bed so he could not
move. The others would swing their soap bar laden socks , slamming them
into his body- over and over again. As he would try to scream in pain other
solders covered his mouth making that impossible. The sold bars of soap
hitting his body hurt more than punches. The soldier would twist in pain
but not be able to get away from the blows.Then after they had inflicted
enough pain- the group would go back to bed. The beaten trouble maker would
lay there moaning and sobbing all night." my mind began to race a mile a
minute. Was I to face more pain. How would this make me feel like I was no
longer a man? How would this make me hate myself and give up hope? But
again the commander spoke "However today we are going to do something far
worse to you.  Today we are going to prove to you that you are no longer a
man" my blood ran cold. I became pale and just stared into his face. " In a
little while you are to be Popped " With that he walked away. As he
approached the Bases Administration building I saw him pass the Vet who had
worked on me in the courtroom. The two stopped and chatted for a minute and
both started laughing. The Commander then entered his building and the Vet
walked towards me. The Vet did not speak to me, he didn't even look at
me. He just walked around to my back- knelt down . Opened up something,
took out a key, grabbed the base of the metal plug that was still in my
ass- put in the key and unlocked the plug. He then turned the screw on the
base of the plug. I could feel the the plug getting smaller and
smaller. The Vet then just roughly yanked the plug out of my ass, and it
made a very loud pop. The two guards and the Vet all broke into laughter at
the same time. "Animal sure can carry a tune" said the Vet, and they all
laughed again. " To bad the video cameras didn't record that" said a
guard. "They will be recording better than that in a little while. The plug
did a good job, animal here won't bleed" replied the Vet, then he just
walked away.

      What did he mean " I won't bleed "?  I began to shake. My whole body
shook in fear. The Commanding Officer was correct. The knowledge that
something bad was about to happen made things even worse. I looked up to
the sky and was about to say , God,, but a loud chirp came from the Walkie
Talkies that the two guards had attached to their belts. "Bring 13567 to
the Popping Room- their ready for him" boomed a voice from the Walkie
Talkies. Oh no- oh no- oh no, I kept repeating. The guards undid my piss
straw. Next they unfastened my ankles, then my wrists. I almost fell to the
ground, but a guard on each side grabbed me under my arms and marched me
towards the large gym building. We entered a side entrance and went through
the Men's locker room area. Inside the locker room you could smell the
strong smell of Men. That mixture of sweat- testosterone- feet and
arrogance. "Breath deep animal- that's the smell of your Masters" said the
guard. In piles on the floor I could see used towels and forgotten articles
of clothing. Ahead of us was a steel door with a sign on it that read
Wrestling Room. Upon entering the room I saw 3 video cameras and their
crews. In each corner of the room was a large MP Guard. To the left were
the two officers that , along with the Judge, had found me guilty. The one
officer held a small remote control. In the center of the room was a low
padded small table. The Officer without the remote spoke first. "FAG 13567-
there are only two times during today's events when you may speak freely-
during Popping and during Punching" "Yell- beg- speak all you want- the
audience will enjoy it" with that he pointed to the cameras. "The
government wanted to find candidates that would have the proper amount of
rage and revenge to Pop you.  I think we did a great job finding them" with
that the four soldiers who had found me in bed at the farm house
entered. The four looked at me with such hate in their eyes , that I wanted
to turn and run. Seeing the look on my face - the guards holding me
tightened their grip on me. "13567 yesterday you were a GI , today you are
a FAG. As such you are not a Man, and never will be. We will now prove to
you , you are no longer a man. However , you do have a value in living- or
I should say purpose. As do all items owned by the government. Your value
and purpose will be to serve real men. Your only purpose for living will be
to serve and please real men- in the way real men need service and
pleasure". With that said , all four of the Soldiers began to remove their
boots- and unbutton their tops. Two of the soldiers obscenely rubbed their
crotch areas.  My eyes widened and both fear and resistance shot through me
, I looked at the officer and said "No- I Won't, I'm Not, I can't, I won't,
I'm not like that- please don't make me, please " Then the camera men
zoomed in on me. The Officer with the remote turned to the other officer
and said " This should be fun- he's good- I bet the government makes a lot
of money off the sale of this video. Lots of guys out there will buy
this. Plus the audience on The Military Pay to View Channel is spending a
lot right now". Oh God- their selling this- I have to run- I can't do this-
I won't do this- I'm a man- I'm not an Animal. I was about to turn and run
for the door when the officer with the remote lifted it- said my ID number-
I looked at him and he pressed a button on the remote. "OH GOD " I yelled
at the top of my lungs as pain shot through my body. The collar around my
next sent wave after wave of pain through my body. I sank to my knees and
pissed myself. Again the camera zoomed in on my contorted face and my penis
pissing all over the floor. The pain stopped- I took a breath and the
Officer pressed the button again and I started flopping around on the floor
like a fish out of water. The officer said " that's setting 3" - there are
many many stronger settings- one that will even kill you- I hope my finger
doesn't slip onto that one" everyone in the room, except the four soldiers
, laughed at that comment. The officer spoke again " always remember FAG
13567, you are and will always be a Government FAG for real solders." He
pointed towards a space to the left. " Go over there and kneel, and open
that pretty little mouth" he lifted the remote. I looked at it . I then did
as instructed!