Date: Fri, 25 Sep 2015 05:12:03 -0400
From: "tooluse2@gmail.com" <tooluse2@gmail.com>
Subject: GFAG , Chapter 11 : The Ultimate Humiliation

GFAG
A story by Tom Tooluse

Chapter 11 : The Ultimate Humiliation

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        Weeks went by and my brother Tom did not use me. However I was very
surprised at how quickly the other new recruits in my barracks did become
accustomed to using a GFAG. From the very first night on, my wrist call
sensor would light up often, summoning me to soldier after soldier. During
the first week most of the soldiers just used me for blowjobs, however as
each man became more accustomed to the openness of military sex, more and
more soldiers would fuck me at night and during their free time. I guess
there is something to be said for youth, since even though these new
recruits were not the buffed muscle hunks of my previous Special Ops
Soldiers, they more than made up for it with super stiff longer lasting
hard ons. Some nights I would be fucked so hard and deep by great numbers
of rock hard young cocks, that walking in the morning was very
difficult. Plus these younger soldiers were much more vocal. They always
seemed to be calling me humiliating names , grunting, groaning and even
yelling while fucking me, especially during their climax. I guess they were
showing off for their buddies.
         I was very very careful to stay away from Tom. First of all the
punishment for a FAG to speak to a human or try to be friendly with a human
was very sever. Plus I truly didn't know if Tom would turn me in for
speaking, so I felt it was best not to. Secondly, I was not sure if the
Sgt. knew Tom was my brother, so I felt it best to stay away from him and
not get him into any trouble by associating with me. But whenever I was
being used by another soldier who was close to Tom, I would try my very
best to listen to his conversations with the other recruits. He would often
talk about home, Mom and Dad and our younger brother Dan. He would smile
and joke about all the funny things Mom did by accident, and how Dad always
tried to be the tough guy, but inside he was always there for his
family. He would complain about Danny getting in his way, but it was
obvious that the complaining was just a front and that in reality he loved
his younger brother. But not once did he ever mention me. It was as though
I never existed. Some nights as I lay on my towel in the latrine, I'd think
back to my early years growing up and all the fun our family had. But then
I'd get very sad, knowing those days were long gone and enjoyment would
never again be part of my life. I would start to sob, but luckily a soldier
would summon me to drink his piss , suck his cock or to plow my pussy. At
least being used took my mind off the old days.
        Orders came down that the recruits in my barracks would be
stationed here for a longer time and would be trained as Special Operations
Soldier, just like the previous group from the barracks. I was glad when I
heard the news, since it gave me more time to be near Tom. I was starting
to think Tom didn't recognize me of the way he would ignore me. Once in a
blue moon he would piss in my mouth when the piss troff was full or have me
suck him off if the other guys pushed him into it. But there was no emotion
involved, I was just a urinal or cum rag for him to use. Until one night
about 3 months into his training, I was summoned at 2 am to report to the X
room. Immediately I responded. Upon entering the room I was shocked to see
my brother standing there in his lose white boxers and tight fitting tank
top tee. "Close the door and get on your fucking knees and show respect
FAG." Tom ordered. I immediately closed the door, crawled to Tom and began
kissing his feet. " Now use your toothless mouth to remove my boxers". I
gripped my brothers boxers with my lips. A burst of his manly smell hit my
nose as I pulled on them. I breathed in deeply. This was my bother I was
about to service. In an odd way I felt proud and humiliated all at the same
time. Finally I had his boxers all the way down. I dared to look up at him
from my kneeling position. He had his arms raised as he was yanking off his
undershirt. I couldn't help but to notice how muscular and developed he had
become. Training had really been kind to him. He was almost as muscular and
defined as I had been when I entered the Army. Again I felt proud. This
hunk of a man standing in front of me. This real man. This human. This
soldier and fighting machine, was my brother. Tom turned and bent
over. "Now clean my ass with your tongue FAG , and do a good job or I beat
you senseless." I used my hands to spread his ass cheeks. I could feel the
heat radiating from his hole, and the smell of his crusty crack made my
eyes water. Being a good FAG, I dove in deep and used my extended tongue to
both clean and stimulate his ass hole. Tom moaned and wiggled with delight
as my tongue licked a darted in and out of his hole. He must have had me
working on his ass hole for a good 20 minutes before he stood up and turned
to face me again.
         His cock was rock hard, and when he turned he almost hit my face
with it. His balls seemed full and tight. "Look up at me he barked." As I
looked up at him , I received a hard forceful slap across my face. A slap
that sent me falling on my side. "Get Up".  Again there was another hard
slap. Then a third and a forth. My eyes began to tear up from the pain. But
as a FAG I knew it was my duty to be abused by a human, by a real
man. "Open that FAG hole mouth". Tom then grabbed my head- aimed his cock
towards my open moth and shoved it full back down my throat. He held my
head plastered against his pubic hair. My throats friction sensor kicked in
and my throat muscles convulsed around my brothers cock, which was buried
to the hilt. He moaned with delight. I on the other hand ran out of breath
and began to gurgle and squirm. But Tom held me firmly pressed against his
body. I tried my best to breath threw my nose, but Tom pulled me tighter
and made even that impossible. My breath was gone. The room began to spin
and I felt faint. My own brother was going to chock me to death with his
hard cock. Suddenly everything went black and I was out cold.
         I don't know how long I was out cold, but I awoke when I felt
water hitting my face. I shook my head and looked up to see Tom standing
over me. It was not water splashing my face, it's was Toms piss. Not a lot
of piss- just enough to revive me. " Get up on that cot- on your back, legs
raised." I did as my brother ordered. My pussy was now at cock height for
him. He slowly walked towards the cot. The blood pulsing in his cock made
it bounce as he walked. "Look in into my Eyes". He said. I did , and again
another face slap, then another. Then he buried his cock deep up my ass in
one thrust. Our eyes locked together, I could see hate in his. I'm sure he
saw shame and sadness in mine. Then the pain of his thrusting cock
registered in my mind and by eyes uncontrollably rolled back in my head. He
fucked me fast and hard, like a pile driver. Each thrust carried with it
renewed anger and vengeance. Then he pulled out. My pussy gaped open and
closed, shocked that it had lost its invading cock. "On your side Fag." I
moved to lay fully on the bed , on my side, as Tom climbed into bed next to
me. The warmth of his flesh next to me felt good. My brothers hulk of a
body was full against my backside. His cock once again entered my pussy and
he continued his violent fucking. He groaned as he fucked me. Almost as
though he were summoning just that little bit more energy to make the
thrust into my hole more forceful. His panting and breathing became louder
and I knew he was close to his climax. Just before he came he whispered
into my ear. "Do you know why I slap you hard across your face each time I
use you John ? It's because I want you to feel the same pain of shame and
embarrassment I feel every time I see you or think about you John. " my
brother had called me John. He did know me. He did know I was his
brother. But what he said was like a knife to my heart. My brother hated
me. I was pain- shame and embarrassment to him. Then he yelled, shoved his
cock in that last centimeter, and shot his hot load of cum, a brothers cum,
deep into my ass. "Stay like that- don't move." He said. He just lay there
. His body still next to mine. His cock , now deflating, but still inside
my ass. "Grip my cock as tightly as you can with that pussy FAG, and don't
loosen up !" I did as ordered. Then I felt it. A slow warm stream began to
fill my hole. Then the warmth and the stream intensified. Oh No. My brother
was pissing up my ass. He must have seen the video of my Popping
Ceremony. Who else in my family had seen it ? His piss was now mixing with
his cum, deep inside my hole. The stream of piss slowed, then stopped. "
Keep that ass tight FAG." He whispered and pulled his cock out of my
hole. I just lay there on the cot , my stomach extended and full of my own
brothers cum and piss. With one forceful kick Tom sent me tumbling onto the
floor. " That's your place FAG, on the floor like other dogs." He got out
of the cot, headed to a table, grabbed a glass pitcher and brought it
over. "Release that load into this pitcher , then drink it all down, you
piece of Shit. " I did as ordered. I drank ever drop of the piss and cum
cocktail my brother had made for me in my ass. When I was done drinking,
Tom just spit on me and left the X room , and headed back to his barracks
cot and his buddies. I sat there on the floor of the room, tears now
running down my face as the last drops of Toms piss leaked from my ass.
              From that point onwards Tom used me on a regular basis. But
he never again used me alone in private. He always fucked me , had me clean
his hole, drink his piss or suck him off in public. When doing so, it was
always rough, humiliating and verbal. It was obvious he was making a
statement that he was the dominate human top and I was the worthless FAG
bottom, only there for his immediate relief and pleasure. My brother Tom,
never again called me by my old name John. From that point onwards I was
always called, FAG, bitch, cunt, worthless shit or animal. And ever time,
without fail, he would slap me as hard as he could across my face, and
often spit on me as I obediently looked up at him.
         Months went by and rumor had it that The Bases Commanding Officer
was so upset by the two GFAGs that had plotted an escape that he was
working with the government to come up with a very special surprise for the
GFAGs that would in his words " Put the animals in their place and prove to
them how worthless they truly were." The Commander felt GFAGs had to get
this false notion out of their minds that there was still a normal life
waiting for them in the civilian world. FAGs had to get ride of this false
hope that they could go back to a life that used to be. This new event was
going to be something big and very humiliating for all the GFAGs on
base. Sgt. Woods and my brother were even on the committee working on the
details for the Commander. As these past few months slipped by, Tom had
become an exemplary soldier. So much so that he and Sgt. Woods were more
like buddies than officer and recruit. My brother had won just about ever
ribbon possible for a new recruit. He excelled at athletics and hand to
hand combat. He was top notch in his war classes. Plus he had won many
marksmanship awards. In fact, Tom had become the second in leadership in
our barracks, right after Sgt. Woods. All the other recruits looked up to
him and seemed to be friends with him. He was a natural born leader. As I
listened in on his conversations with the other soldiers, I found out that
Mom and Dad had purchased a new home with a large backyard swimming
pool. Tom was seriously dating a young women from back home and that my
youngest brother Dan had already put in his application for the Army. But
as always, there was never a mention of me. I simply did not exist.
      GFAGs in stage one were periodically sent back to Training and
Modification for repairs and updates. I spent my 21st birthday there. The
day was spent with me strapped to a cold metal animal operating table. By
legs were held wide apart and secured in stirrups. No anesthetic was given
as the veterinarians worked on my body. My ass hole was injected with a new
medication that shrunk its diameter making it a tighter pussy for the
soldiers to fuck- thus increasing their pleasure, and my pain. Plus the new
medication also strengthened the inside walls of my ass making it more
durable and less prone to tears during fucking. Additional fibers were
added to my man made vagina and many new fibers were inserted into the
first inch or so of my asshole. Those fibers gave me an itch that drove me
continually crazy. So much so that I craved having a hard stiff cock up my
ass as often as possible to scratch the itch. My pussy lips convulsed and
winked from the itch, almost as though it were begging the soldiers to fuck
it. Updated friction sensors were inserted that increased the convulsions
in my pussy and throat when a soldier fucked my butt or throat. That would
increase the soldiers pleasure to mind blowing levels. To my horror a new
Stop Valve was inserted. The new valve would bring me even closer to
climax. It allowed me to bounce around in the throws of impending sexual
release, to squeeze my ass tighter and suck in deeper in desperate
preparation for my bodies cum release, which would be brutally stopped and
denied just a fraction of a second before I could cum. My bodies denied
climax and heightened frustration would give the soldier that little added
bit of joy. A new solution was painfully injected into my only remaining
ball. The solution obscenely almost double the size and sensitivity of my
ball. It's new size gave any torturous soldier something hefty to grab on
to and squeeze. My chest nipples were surgically lengthened with the nipple
ends extended even more. Many soldiers enjoy sucking and biting on
them. This added length would give the soldier more nipple to use. Seasoned
FAGs like me were not given recuperation time at the center. At the end of
the modifications I was simple put in a cage and trucked back to the base
to once again be used that evening. Happy Birthday to me !
        As barracks leader, Tom took it upon himself to develop and nurture
camaraderie and moral. More often than not this included some sort of
painful or humiliating experience for me. After long field exercise Tom
would organize a Train of soldier to gang bang me in the center of the
barracks as onlookers cheered on soldiers that made me writhe in pain or
contort in sexual frustration. During one of these sessions Tom had the two
guys with the largest cocks go last. When it was their turn he had the
first guy lay sideways across a cot, his feet still on the floor. I was
directed to sit on his cock then lay backwards on his chest. When the guys
cock was fully inserted and I was laying across his chest, Tom directed the
other soldier to shove his cock into my pussy along side his buddies. My
hole was stretched to its limit, causing me to groan loudly in pain. This
turned on both soldiers. The soldier standing started pumping into my hole
with force as the soldier beneath me thrust upwards with his hips. The
double fucking sent my friction sensor into high gear and my ass convulsed
and messaged both cocks as they fucked me. The crowd of onlooking soldiers
loved the show and cheered on their buddies with shouts of "destroy the
FAG" and "tear up that pussy". Tom received many pats on the back and hand
shakes for such a good idea. Both soldiers shot their load inside my hole
at about the same time. Of course my climax got real close. I shuddered in
preparation, which milked the last few spurts from both soldiers. Then my
stop valve kicked in , and again I was denied a climax, but the pain and
humiliation stayed. As both soldiers pulled their cocks from my ass a loud
pop was heard and the barracks cheered again. I looked up at my brother who
was looking back at me. He had a smirk on his face and anger in his eyes.
         When bored the soldiers would often play rubber band or spit ball
with me. Spit Ball was a game where I'd lay on the floor, mouth wide open
and three or four soldiers would stand behind a line. The guys would take
turns spitting at me to see who could spit into my open mouth. By the end
of the game my face would be covered with spit and my mouth full of it. The
winner would have the honor of kicking me in my ball, while I held my spit
full mouth wide open showing its accumulated contents. If I swallowed , or
spit out the contents as the winner kicked my ball, I'd be punished
further. If I managed to not swallow or spit the contents out , then I'd be
permitted to swallow, kiss the winners feet and go back to my towel in the
latrine.
        Rubber Band was a take on beer pong. The solders would line up cups
full of beer on a table while I was ordered to stand tall , by a wall , and
spread my legs wide. My newly enlarged ball hung low and unprotected
between my legs. Each soldier would grab a handful of rubber bands from a
giant size box of them that Tom had purchased. The soldiers would then
break up into teams. In turn each soldier would stretch back the rubber
band , aim it at my unprotected ball and shot it. If he hit my ball, I
would yelp in pain and the guys on the other team had to take a drink of
beer. This torment for me , and fun for them lasted till one team lost by
drinking all the beer from the pre filled cups.
         But by all accounts, the game invented by my brother that became
everyone's favorite was a contest called FAG Races. I think the soldiers
liked it best because it contained rivalry between barracks plus
gambling. It was usually played on a weekend night when base passes were
not handed out. A paper would be posted in our barracks and a rival
barracks. It usually just read " A Night at the Races" a time and
location. It would list my FAG I'd number and another FAGs I'd number.
Under my ID the names of ten soldiers from my barracks would be
listed. Under the I'd number of the other FAG, was listed the names of ten
soldiers from that barracks. At the set time , guys from both barracks
would gather in one barracks. Bets would be placed on individuals and
barracks teams. The ten soldiers from my barracks would line up in a row on
one side, and the ten soldiers from the other barracks would line up
opposite and facing them, with about 6 feet between the two opposing
teams. It almost looked like a dodge ball game line up. But it was far from
that. All 20 lined up soldiers would then strip down. I was placed on my
knees in front of the first naked soldier from my barracks team. The
opposing FAG would be on his knees in front of the first naked soldier from
his team. A soldier with a stop watch stood behind each of us FAGs. Bets
would be placed as guys would yell out amounts of money- guys names, teams
or times. The crowd would eventually quiet down, a soldier held up a
starter gun and would fire it.  The soldier in front of each FAG grabbed
his FAGs head and shoved his hard cock deep down the FAGs throat. The job
of each FAG was to go down the line of his solders , sucking off each
soldier, doing his very best to make the man cum quickly. I would use every
trick and technique I could think of to give the cock in my mouth the best
pleasure possible to make the soldier cum quickly. The soldier getting
sucked off would usually grab the FAGs head tightly and roughly face fuck
the FAG as deep, hard and fast as possible so he could shoot his load fast,
knowing the stop watch was timing him. When each soldier was about to cum,
he had to slap the side of the FAGs head hard, so the FAG could pull off
his cock and open his mouth wide to receive the soldiers cum as it flew
from the soldiers cock into the FAGs open mouth. Only when the soldier with
the stop watch saw the cum flying would he stop the timer and yell out that
soldiers time, to the cheers or groans of the betting soldiers. The FAG
would then shift down the line to his next soldier and repeat the
process. Excitement would build as money was won or lost with each soldiers
cum load. By the 6th soldier the FAGs jaw and throat would start to hurt
and he would slow down his sucking. Just like at horse races, the soldier
being sucked would whip his horse ( in this case - pound his FAGs head ) to
spur him on to suck faster and deeper. The tension would build as the FAG
grew near the end of his teams lineup- the finish line. By the time the
last soldier was getting his blowjob, he would be frantically pounding and
yelling at his FAG to suck harder and deeper. He would squeeze the FAGs
head and slam it hard against his pubes to increase the throat friction on
his cock. He would pile drive his cock in and out of the FAGs mouth and
throat with lightning speed. By now both FAGs were limp rag dolls in the
hands of their face fuckers. Eventually there would be a hard slap across
the face. One of the FAGs would pull off the cock in his mouth, open wide,
and receive the winning load of cum. At which point he would collapse on
the floor, totally spent and exhausted. Half the crowd would cheer that
their team had won, and the other half would swear and complain. The losing
teams FAG would receive a beating the next day at the bases FAG Punishment
stand in the center commons. The punishment was usually delivered by the
soldier who had lost the most money. As a consolation prize , the winning
FAG was given to the losing team to be used by all that very night. Even
though the winning FAG was spent and exhausted, he was never shown mercy by
the losers. It seemed each guy that had lost money was going to make the
winning FAG pay for his loses through hard sex and abuse all night long.
         Winter was upon us and the soldiers took a perverted delight
sending me outside on errands in the cold. Since no FAG was permitted
cloths, I found myself in a constant state of shivering. I came to the
point where I would secretly wish to be summoned to a bed at night to get
fucked, so I could enjoy the soldiers body heat and warm cock up my
hole. In the mornings I looked forward to being used in the showers , since
the warm water hitting my back as I drank a soldiers piss or sucked on his
cock, was the only warm water I was ever permitted. FAGs were required to
clean up in cold water only, in order to save the government the expense of
heating water and wasting energy on us. As a FAG I'd learned to appreciate
and be thankful for the small things in life. Sick as it sounds , I even
began to look forward to cleaning a soldiers ass after he took a dump in
the toilet. Most of the men would have me rim them after I'd wash out their
shit hole. The hot air escaping their gaping anus , as I'd rim them, felt
so good, so warm on my face.
            The talk about The Commanders secret upcoming Ultimate FAG
Humiliation continued. Tom and Sgt. Woods often met with the team working
on it. I would often see Tom and Sgt. Woods talking to other soldiers about
it and laughing. However I was never permitted to get close enough to them
to hear what they had to say about it. I'm sure they knew I listen in on
their conversations and by talking out of my hearing range, they knew they
were increasing my dread , and they enjoyed that.
             Soon Christmas decorations started popping up around
base. Soldiers talked about gifts they were buying their girlfriends and
wives. I overheard Tom talking to the other guys that he was buying his
girl a ring and was going to propose to her right before the holidays. He
said he was bursting with joy and couldn't wait to tell his brother about
it. My eyes opened wide and my ears perked up. But then Tom continued by
explaining how happy his brother Dan would be for him when he told him. How
excited Dan would get when he would be asked to be Best Man at the
wedding. By the time of the wedding in a few months, Dan would be in the
Army also and both Tom and Dan could wear their dress uniforms during the
wedding ceremony. Tom said it would be so great having the family all
together for such a happy occasion. As Tom put it, "One Big Happy Family
Celebrating." I turned away to go lay down on my towel in the latrine, but
was stopped by two soldiers who wanted to use me right then. As I lay
across the one soldiers cot, his cock up my ass, with the other soldier
face fucking me, they commented to each other on how good a fucking they
were giving me since I was crying. But they had no idea why I was really
crying.
            Christmas that year was going to fall on a Wednesday, which
meant very few soldiers would receive passes to get off base and go
home. If a soldier had a family at home, all was done to give him a break-
but for the vast majority of soldiers their holiday would be spent on
base. I guess the Bases Commanding Officer had known about Christmas
falling mid week, for awhile , since soon signs started showing up on base
announcing "The First Annual Christmas Festival.". I guess The Commander
figured the Festival would take the soldiers minds off of not being home
for the holidays. Like with past Easter celebrations , the FAGs on base
were expected to put on a show. Sgt. Woods told the soldiers in my barracks
how I had stolen the show that one Easter with the Roman Gladiator fuck
show. So he and the soldiers came up with a new Christmas Show routine for
me. This time I was going to be playing the role of a Pirates Prisoner,
given to his horny sailors as a Christmas present to be fucked without
mercy. There would be a base wide contest again, but this time it would be
for 10 base soldiers with the most unusual cocks. Each winning soldier
would get to fuck me on stage and in return would receive a one week pass
to go home after the holidays to visit their family. Because of the pass,
the contest was very very popular.
            I would have thought that the soldiers would have complained
more about not being able to get off base during the holidays, however most
seemed very excited about the three day First Annual Christmas
Festival. They had us FAGs working real hard building sets for the stage
and booths for games and contests. Rooms were cleaned out and even new
animals were being shipped to the compound. The first day of the festival
was going to be Christmas Eve. That was going to be the night that all the
FAGs would perform. Dog cages were brought into all areas were FAGs were
housed and we spend the day prior to the Christmas Eve show locked up in
our dog cages while the base buzzed with holiday excitement. Most of us
were fed extra hard on pills to make us extra horny and frustrated.
            The day of the big show and the First Annual Christmas Festival
had finally arrived. All FAGs were let out of their cages, cleaned up and
moved as a group to the area behind the stage. The FAGs that were heavily
modified and looked like women had tiny bells clipped to their nipples ,
dark red lipstick painted their lips and body glitter sprinkled all around
their pussy area. They carried and sucked on candy canes shaped like a
penis. They were told they were going out into the crowd first ,to warm up
the audience. Their job was to suck off as many soldiers as possible. Any
one of them who did not pleasure at least 15 men would be punished
severely. Next the FAGs who pleased the women soldiers had Santa hats put
on them and mistletoe was hung from their permanently hard cocks. They were
assigned stations to stand at to act as urinals for the audience. All male
public urinals had been closed down for the night. The lightly modified
FAGs who were now the most hated by The Base Commander had to wear Elf hats
a red reindeer nose and a ball gag. Their hands were handcuffed behind
their backs. They were told they were going to be chained to service tables
placed in the audience to be fucked by as many soldiers as possible. What
we FAGs didn't know was that the soldiers had been told that if they used
us that night in front of the crowd , they would be given a one day pass
for the weekend. Needless to be say- the soldiers couldn't wait to use us.
               The night was underway. Standing backstage with the other
FAGs selected to be part of the show, I could here laughter and noises from
the audience as the groups of FAGs sent out did as ordered. The show was
started and one by one FAG acts were sent out on stage. The audience
cheered and clapped, but each FAG act returned from stage as white as
ghosts, many with tear filled eyes. Since no talking between FAGs was ever
allowed, especially since the attempted escape, all we could do was look at
each other with dread and apprehension. The FAGs dressed like toy soldiers
were next on stage. They wiggled their butts and cocks and did high kicks
for the amusement of the audience. They received loud applause, but they
too returned with tear filled eyes and faces that looked like they had seen
a ghost.
             It was now my turn. On stage the fake Pirate captain sat
around a wooden ships table with his ten sailors. He yelled for them to
bring in the gift for his men. I was dragged onto stage- naked as the day I
were born. Chains were on my legs and wrists for effect.  I faced the
Pirate captain , my ass and yellow cowards stripe facing the audience. A
loud roar of laughter was heard when I was brought out. The fake Captain
used his arm to clear off the table throwing cups and dishes onto the
floor. The Captain spoke " My good men. Each of you has a special talent
between your legs. My gift to you is this cherry prisoner. Enjoy him." With
that each sailor dropped his pants. Each cock I saw was more distorted than
the next. One sailor had a cock that looked like it belonged on a pig,
since it twisted around like a cork screw. Others were super long and thin
as pencils. One of the cocks had a 90 degree angle to it. Others were as
thick as cans of soda. Another seemed to have been grown backwards, with
the head super fat and the base narrow and thin. But the worst was a
monster of a cock. It was at least a foot long. And thick as a can of shave
cream, but it had two obscene sharp bends to it. That cock, I knew would do
damage to my ass. The stage spot lights were on full blast so the audience
could see the 10 winning cocks in their full glory. Although I could not
see the audience because of the extra spot lights, I could hear their gasps
and awes as they too viewed the 10 cocks. I could also here giggles,
murmuring and the sounds of sex as the earlier FAGs that had been sent into
the audience were being used. Some drinking piss, others sucking cock, and
still others getting fucked. After all , those soldiers wanted their free
base pass.
               I was chained to the table. My head turned and fastened so
that I had to look out towards the audience. Cock after distorted cock
fucked my man made pussy. I squirmed, and moaned as the fibers in my pussy
lips made me desire cocks to scratch the itch. I yelled as twisty cocks
stretched my hole. I groaned as pencil cocks hit my prostrate. I was
putting on quite a show, the audience was loving it. But now I was down to
that last monster cock. My body convulsing in sexual frustration aided by
the extra hard on pills and newly added pussy and hole fibers. The itch was
beyond my control. My pussy lips were flapping back and forth, begging this
monster cock to enter me. The sailor lined up his thick cock head with my
pussy hole and he roughly shoved deep. The bends in his cock and its
thickness made my eyes roll back and mouth drop open. The stage lights were
dimmed with just one light focused on his cock entering my hole. That's
when I saw the surprise. That's when I say The Commanders Secret. His
Ultimate Humiliation for all us FAGs. That's when my face also went white ,
as though I had seen a ghost. Like the other FAGs , my eyes also teared
up. Because sitting in the center of the audience, right in the third row,
eyes focused on every action , was my Brother Tom, his wife to be, my
youngest Brother Dan and my very own Father and Mother. This truly was The
Ultimate Humiliation. The Commander had invited my entire family to view my
shame.
         As I looked about the room, seated by each FAG , was his family
members. An ex wife, a new husband, an older son or daughter, a Mom or a
Dad. Each family member intently watching their related shamed FAG drinking
piss, sucking cock or getting fucked. But worst of all , they all seemed to
be enjoying the show. Giggling and pointing and mocking the poor FAG. With
a sudden stab of pain, the monster cock in my ass was deep inside my pussy,
fucking my hole. My mind reeled as I tried to stop the sexual desires and
responses caused by my implants and modifications. But I was lost in
lust. The monster cock kept fucking, I kept moaning , bucking and thrusting
back in response. I was close to climax and bouncing and convulsing out of
control. Then with a loud yell- and one final thrust, the monster cock was
buried deep and the mans seed was planted in my ass. My stop valve turned
on. The climax was stopped for me. I just lay there and looked at my family
in total and ultimate humiliation. One by one, each member of my family
stood and applauded the soldier, who by now had pulled out and was taking a
bow. But what hurt most, was when my Mom turned to my Dad, stood up, gave
my Dad a big kiss , mouthed the words "That was Great" to him , then
started clapping hard and fast , like the rest of the audience. My shame
was now complete. The Commanding Officer truly did know how to Ultimately
Humiliate us FAGs. He had invited our families to not only see what we had
become, but also to witness us being used. To the shock and sadness of each
GFAG, the families were enjoying our humiliation. To our ex wives, sons,
brothers, fathers and even mothers, we were no longer their loved relative,
we were simply FAG Animals.