Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2015 22:10:13 -0400
From: "tooluse2@gmail.com" <tooluse2@gmail.com>
Subject: GFAG  Chapter 13B : The Story Continues. In The End , It All Cums Out !

GFAG
A story by Tom Tooluse

Chapter 13B : The Story Continues. In The End , It All Cums Out !

     Thank you all for your continued interest in my story. I was thrilled
to receive so many votes and notes asking me to continue the story, and FAG
13567's humiliation. I hope to publish a few more chapters of the story for
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            From the First Annual Christmas Festival onward, the FAGs on
base were definitely more docile and obedient. All hope had been removed
from them. The Festival was such a big success, that it was copied on
U.S. Bases all around the country. The U.S. Government was even considering
making a form of the Festival a standard part of GFAG training. The GFAG
program was such a huge hit, that at Military Recruitment Centers all
around the country, small rooms were set aside called "service centers",
where GFAGs were fastened to service benches to give prospective new
recruits a taste of the Army,s "good life". I don't see how the government
managed to supply the bases and recruitment centers with so many
FAGs. Statistics said cowardly acts were at a sharp decline. Rumor had it
that well built attractive young soldiers with the right attributes were
sometimes falsely accused of desertion, given a kangaroo trial, and falsely
sentenced to life as a GFAG. However it's hard to believe that The
U.S. Government could ever be that cruel.
             Tom used me a lot more after The Christmas Festival. He seemed
to know that all the hope of a regular life had left my body. I had
resolved myself to that fact that I was a FAG and would always be a
FAG. Since a FAGs best chance of surviving longer was to please humans, I
dedicated myself to being the best FAG any human could use. I made mental
notes of what Tom enjoyed and always saw to it that he received the
best. When he fucked me I would tighten my hole. Tom loved a pussy that
squeezed his cock as he fucked it. He also enjoyed it when I wiggled a bit,
I think it increased the pussy friction on his cock. Tom still slapped me
across the face each and every time, however I learned that if I showed the
pain of the slap, he enjoyed it more.
          As the months passed, I found out that Tom had gotten married and
that he and his wife were expecting a baby boy. Tom was riding on a
fatherhood hi. But for some reason rather than being nicer to me, he became
more cruel. He enjoyed working out by using my gut as a punching bag. Being
an athlete, the way I used to be, Tom joined the bases Baseball team. One
day after a game he brought the entire team back to the barracks. Tom had
me lay across his bunk as all his team mates gathered around. To my horror
Tom took a baseball bat out of his gym bag and pressed the handle end
against my ass hole. The other players just mumbled and kept saying "no
way." Tom pressed harder and my ass gave way and the bat started sliding up
my hole. The further in the bat went, the thicker it became. Soon I was
moaning loudly in pain. By now the other players had their mouths open in
shock, but they never told Tom to stop or take the bat out. To them I was
just a GFAG , something to be used , humiliated and harmed if they
desired. About a fourth of the bat was up my ass and I thought for sure Tom
would tear up my insides and kill me. But he slowly started pulling it out
and pushing it back in. The friction sensor had no idea it was being rubbed
by a wooden bat and not a hard cock, so it triggered my ass
contractions. My own ass was trying to fuck a wooden baseball bat. Seeing
this, Tom told the guys I was the horniest fucking FAG he had ever seen.  A
few of the players were now rubbing their crotches, having been turned on
by the sight. Tom told them to pull down their baseball pants and cup
supporters and let me suck them off. A line of about 6 guys was made on the
side of the bed where my head hung off. One by one each of the baseball
players had me suck them off as Tom fucked my ass with the bat. When the
group seemed to be tired of the show, Tom said " Pay Up." and each of the
guys handed him $10. I had become a wager for Tom , a way to make money!
         Sgt. Woods and Tom soon started double fucking me a lot. My
brother always stayed on the bottom and Sgt. Woods always standing up and
fucked me. Often they would chit chat while fucking me. It was almost like
I wasn't even there. While listening to their conversations, I found out
Sgt. Woods had become a good friend of the family, often visiting my Mom
and Dads place and Toms place out of state.. My brother had even asked him
to be the babies Godfather. They used to joke that civilians would pay good
money to use an obedient FAG like me. They would discuss how they could put
ads on the Internet and have these men sneak on base to use and abuse me in
the X room. They joked about the thousands of dollars they would make off
my body , and what a great little nest egg that would be for when they left
the military. I would lay there, pretending I heard nothing, and pray they
were only joking.
         By now , at the age of 22, my body was loosing the tight muscular
build it once had. Being a FAG meant I was a thing to be used, then shoved
on the side, out of sight, till needed again. I was never sent to the gym
to keep my body fit or fed any type of healthy food. Or any type of food
for that matter. Day after day it was just FAG CHOW and my Latrine
towel. That all changed one day while Sgt. Woods was walking me around base
with a leash attached to my cock ring. Sgt. Woods enjoyed making me his
little pet dog while in public. He had me on all fours by a tree , with my
leg raised and me pissing on the tree dog style. Out of no where came his
buddy that he had talked to on the sidewalk the very first day I had
arrived at the base. It turns out Sgt. Woods is one of the Weight Lifting
Coaches and the guy he was talking to was one of The Army's football
players. A lot of the players worked out with Sgt. Woods to muscle up, so
they were buddies. " So Woods, when are you going to let us players use
your FAG ?" It was as though a light bulb had turned on inside Sgt. Woods
head. He looked down at me, then up again at his buddy. " Your absolutely
correct. What this FAG needs is some good exercise and athletes injecting
Jock cum up its ass and down its throat . I think I'll start sending it to
the gym next week. "
       Monday rolled around and I took care of my morning duties as
always. I scrubbed soldiers in the shower. I wiped and clean their asses in
the stalls. I rimmed a couple guys and sucked off a few others. I received
my morning piss and a few fucks. But after all the guys had left to report
to their posts, Sgt. Woods came strolling into the latrine. "Scrub up
FAG. We're heading out. " I quickly washed myself with cold water and lye
soap. Sgt. Woods came back into the Latrine and hooked my cock ring up to a
dog leash and outside we went. I followed behind like the good little FAG I
had become. After about 10 minutes of walking , we approached the bases
Gym. On the far right side of the gym was a small secondary entrance
door. Sgt. Woods opened the door and led us inside. Like every gym I have
ever been in, the hallway was made of painted cinder blocks with bright
fluorescent lights above. As we walked down the hallway, the noise made by
Sgt. Woods boots echoed through the hall. We entered a room titled weight
room. It was a rather large room. Lined on two sides of the room were wall
to wall mirrors. The room itself had a warm musky feel to it. Scattered all
around the room were weights , barbells and weight lifting benches. But off
on one corner, where the walls containing the mirrors met, was a FAG
service bench. I stopped for a moment and looked at the bench. As I did so,
Sgt. Woods happened to turn around and see me looking at it. "Yes FAG, that
will be home for quite a few afternoons while your regular barracks
soldiers are on duty." I expected the Sgt. To tie me to the bench, but he
just kept walking and pulling me after him. We walked through the latrine
area of the Gym, and as we passed a few toilets I heard Sgt. Woods
muttering to himself. " Fucking slobs can't even flush for themselves. FAG
go over there and flush those toilets. Those fucking floating turds stink
up the place. I walked as far forward as I could with the leash attached
and flushed about three toilets , as Sgt. Woods followed behind. As we
approached the fourth toilet, the Sgt. Looked into the bowl and didn't see
any turds, however he did see the bowl was filled with piss. "Drink up FAG,
your going to need it." I lowered my body and placed my head into the
toilet bowel and lapped up the cool piss mixed with toilet bowl
water. After four years of being a FAG, cold piss had become a welcome
refreshment to me. I can't even remember what soda and coffee tastes like
any longer. "Enough FAG." And the Sgt. Yanked on my leash and we moved
on. As we entered the men's locker room, that unmistakable smell of men's
sweat hit my senses. Even if you were blindfolded, the second you were
taken into a men's locker room, you would knew where you were. The smell
made me light headed. It was a mix of foot, groin, crotch, pit and chest
sweat, mixed with that musky odor between a mans legs. Seeing a large pile
of dirty sweaty used PT shorts, discarded tee shirts , three jockstraps and
two wet towels on the floor, Sgt. Woods told me to lay down on them and
enjoy the aroma of human men, while he got changed into his PT gear. I did
as ordered and the strong smell of men who had played a game or worked out
hard, filled my nose. In just a few minutes The Sgt. was done, and dressed
in brown PT shorts and a tight brown undershirt with the word Army printed
across it. I was then marched into the exercise room. Like the wight room,
two of the walls were cover with mirrors. All around the room were rows and
rows of exercise equipment. I was led up to one of the tread mills. I was
directed to get on the tread mill, while the end of my leash was fastened
to the front of the tread mill. Sgt Woods just flicked a side switch and
the tread mill slowly began to move. " FAG , your job is to just keep
running on the tread mill. He adjusted the mill to a fast speed and I began
running in place." Sgt. Woods then gave a word of Warning "If you try to
slow down or stop running, the tread mill will yank hard on your leash ,
and the ringed end of your cock skin will be ripped off. Enjoy your run FAG
! " Sgt. Woods then left. He must have been gone a full two hours. I soon
became exhausted and tried slowing down a little, but the tread mill pulled
hard on my leash and the pain in my cock spurred me to speed up and
continue running. A few soldiers came into the exercise room and used the
machines. Many of them reached around and played with my pussy, tits and
hole as I continue my run. " See You later. I'll pound that sweet
pussy. FAG the football team is sure looking forward to that pussy. " Where
phrases shouted to me as I ran on the tread mill. One really large and
built football player named Frank, told me that Sgt. Woods had promised me
to the team and any other soldiers exercising , during my afternoon "off"
hours. True to his word, Sgt. Woods unhooked me from the tread mill after
the two hour run. He gave me no time to relax or cool down. It's a good
thing I had that cold piss drink before my workout. Sgt. Woods just
fastened me to the Service Bench in the Weight Room. Soldier after sweaty
soldier used my pussy and mouth for their relief during and after their
exercise routine. Many seemed to be on Sgt.Woods Weight Lifting team or on
the Army Football team.
          Day after day for many months Sgt. Woods brought me to the Gym
after my morning barracks duties. He would force me to work out as well as
have me service the bases Jocks. I guess the Jocks had more to prove to
their buddies, since they were always rough with me and most enjoyed power
fucking me hard and deep. One football player "Frank", enjoyed unfastening
me from my service bench. He was a massive guy, who had muscles in areas I
didn't even know were possible . He got off on lifting me up and using my
body as a barbell. To him I was nothing, and he easily lifted me. When
horny, he would use me as his barbell, then order me to spread my
legs. While lifting me, he would aim his cock at my hole, and fuck me each
time he lowered my body. It was a strange weight lifting session, but he
really enjoyed it. He called it Power Lifting a FAG. One of the other
football players found out how nasty smelling and tasting piss tainted with
asparagus tasted. He made a point of eating it for lunch before his
workouts, and always used my mouth to dump his acrid awful piss into.
         In a strange way, I should thank Sgt. Woods. Since he forced me to
workout every day , my muscles, definition, and tone came back. Soon I
looked as buff as I had been when I was 18. I'm sure that definition helped
keep me a desired FAG to be used by the soldiers, thus extending my life
span. But don't get me wrong. Sgt. Woods and my brother were in no way nice
to me. As a matter of fact, during Baseball season, Sgt. Woods would let
Tom bring me to his baseball games. I was kept in the dugout and used as
the "relief mascot" for the team. Most of the time I was used as a piss
urinal during innings, however guys did face fuck me or fuck my pussy if
they felt stressed during the game. Since I was the unofficial mascot, I
had my bald head rubbed for good luck and my gut punched when games were
lost.
          One real hot August day, Tom brought me to one of the biggest
Baseball games his team was going to play. It was his team vs a rival
Marines team. Of course I wasn't Toms guest, I was his FAG. I had long ago
given up on Tom ever treating me like his brother. To Tom , I was an
embarrassment, a cocksucker, a pussy bottom or a worthless thing. He took
pleasure in reminding me that he had power over me, and used it to degrade
me whenever possible. No sooner had the game begun, that he order me to sit
at the very end of the dugout bench. Seated there I was in plain sight of
all the spectators. Within minutes I heard people laughing at me and
pointing fingers. Younger guys started throwing candy at me and taking cell
phone pictures of me. I felt so ashamed of how I looked and what I had
become. After years of being used as a FAG you would think I had become
immuned to public ridicule , but I hadn't. By the end of the first inning,
guys in the stands started calling me names and taunting me. Tom was
enjoying my humiliation as much as he was enjoying the game. Soon enough he
walked over to me- I looked up at him. "I hope your enjoying the game FAG
boy, it should be a great game. As a matter of fact last time I was home I
ran into several of the guys from the old neighborhood . After a few beers
I found out that these guys liked baseball also, so I sent them a few free
tickets to this game. Why look, there they are now, seated right behind
you, only two rows up" I turned around and suddenly my jaw dropped open to
reveal my toothless mouth. I could not believe what I saw. Tom had invited
almost all the guys from my old baseball team. Guys I had been friends with
while growing up, guys who had once looked up to me as team captain. How
could Tom do that to me, how could he be so cruel? Then he spoke. "You know
FAG 13567, it's been a very hot day today and I think I drank to much
water. I'd better piss some of that water out before I'm up to bat. On your
knees and open up." I looked into my brothers eyes and without saying a
word, pleaded with him to please not do this to me in front of my old
friends. But he just snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground. I did
as ordered, got on my knees, opened my mouth and closed my eyes. " Your
getting a public whipping for this disrespect FAG, now open those eyes. As
my eyes opened, I saw Toms cock was out and his hot stream was headed for
my open mouth. As a trained FAG, I gulped and swallowed every last
drop. Behind me I could hear my old friends and teammates laughing as they
took videos of me on my knees, naked, tattooed, ringed, collared, hairless,
and obediently swallowing my brothers piss. Then, as always, I bent down
and kissed his baseball cleats as a sign of respect. That brought a howl of
laughter from my teammates. Tom simply zipped up , slapped me and walked
away. But on his way to his seat on the bench, he sent over two of his
buddies to use me as a urinal.
              By this time most of the families had moved away from the
area near me, and their seats were filled in by my old teammates and other
young studs.  Some of them were civilian visitors and some of them were
soldiers. As the fifth inning was drawing to a close, Toms team was loosing
and he was getting angry. By this point in a losing game, the players
usually started roughing me up a little. A few of them poked me in the side
or hit me on the head as they returned from bat. Next up was Tom. Three
times he swung and three times he missed the ball. "Your Out" I heard the
umpire yell and Tom threw his bat on the ground and came stomping into the
dugout. But before heading to his seat, he looked at me and then at my old
teammates. Tom walked up to the fence separating the spectators from the
players and whispered something to one of my past best friends, a guy named
Bill. Bill slid a small miniature souvenir baseball bat that he had
purchased at the base PX to Tom. With an evil glair in his eye, Tom walked
up to me. " It's your fucking fault were losing FAG. Your sending out bad
vibes. Now start working up some good vibes. Lay on your back, lift and
spread those legs and shove this tiny bat in and out of your pussy till I
hear good vibes coming from that cocksucking mouth of yours." I took the
bat from my brothers hand and laid backwards onto the bench. I then placed
the tiny bat against my pussy hole, and inserted it. I could hear the gasps
coming from my old friends. I wanted to die on the spot. But I had no
choice, I was a FAG, I had to obey. In and out the tiny bat went. In and
out I fucked my own ass as past teammates and good friends watched me fuck
myself. As my teammates videoed me fucking myself. I glanced down at my
chest, and saw the tattoo Tom had given. Worthless it said, and worthless I
had become. Soon enough my friction sensor kicked in, as did the tiny
fibers of my pussy and hole. Soon the players and spectators could hear my
moans of pleasure above the yelling of the crowd , the slam of a bat as it
hit a ball and the hoots and hollers of the players as they celebrated a
hit or two. Tom came over and rubbed my bald head. "Good FAG. You just keep
fucking that hole and sending out those good vibes." As he said that I
glanced up to look at my old friends, only to see them laughing and
videoing me. Bill stood up and started thrusting his hips like he was
fucking me. I looked away in shame.
              By the end of the 7th inning, Toms team was winning. One of
the players, a large black guy named Hank, had hit a home run. As he
entered the dugout, he walked over to me, yanked the tiny bat from my
pussy. Undid his baseball pants and supporter, and rammed his hard cock up
into my pussy. " That's good boy, feels real good. You and your pussy are
our good luck charm . FAG boy. You make sure you squeeze my thick black bat
nice and tight FAG." Then he grabbed both of my nipples with his fingers
and pinched them and twisted them real hard. After just a few more pumps in
and out, he dumped his load inside me, pulled out and headed back to his
seat. I lifted my head , and saw three of my old friends video taping me as
I lay there with Hanks cum oozing out of my hole. I'm sure they were going
to share and watch those videos on the way back home. A home I knew, that I
could never return to.
            The game ended with Toms team winning. Tom walked over to the
fence and whispered something to my old buddies. Five of them took out
twenty dollar bills and handed them to Tom. No sooner did we enter the gym
locker room, than Tom ushered me into an equipment closet. Along the way he
had me grab a large pile of smelly used towels from a towel hamper by the
showers. I was told to lay on top of the towels with my legs held up. Tom
then left the supply closet , only to return with my five old buddies. As
the first guy was undoing his pants, Tom whispered in my ear- " You make
these guys happy and be very vocal about it or I'm tripling your public
whipping FAG". As each past teammate took his turn fucking my pussy, I
moaned, groaned, bucked and squirmed as a good FAG was expected to. When my
modifications kicked in, I could see each guys eyes roll back in
ecstasy. Each guy blew a huge load up my ass, then simply got dressed. But
before leaving, each one took out his cell phone and snapped pictures of me
as I lay on the floor on top of the smelly used towels, cum oozing out of
my just fucked hole. As he took his pictures of me Bill said " Best fucking
$20 I ever spent. I got to fuck Mr. Team Captain, then take pictures of the
pathetic FAG as my cum dripped out of his pussy hole. I guess your not such
a hot shot now, are you ? By the way, where's my souvenir mini baseball
bat.?" I reached over and handed it to Bill. He knelt onto the
floor. Pushed the bat up my ass with his right hand as his left hand held
his cell phone, which was video recording the whole scene. "Do you enjoy
this bat fucking your hole FAG boy?" I knew the answer I was required to
give. "Sir, yes Sir". Slowly Bill fucked my hole. In and out went the
bat. My pussy and hole fibers had me itching and squirming. "You like that
, don't you bitch? What a sick perverted mother fucker you have become!"
The bat was rubbing hard against my friction sensor causing my hole to
contract and expand in an effort to fuck back against the bat. "Dame your a
horny bitch". The cum from all five of my past teammates acted like a lube,
allowing the bat to slide in and out of my hole with ease. Then Bill pushed
the bat deep enough to hit my prostrate a few times. My cock started to
expand, till the No Grow painfully stopped it. But by that point I was lost
in sexual heat. I moaned and bounced around in an effort to fuck that bat
the best I could. I prayed I'd be able to cum this time. I knew it probably
wouldn't happen, but maybe, just maybe it would. Bill held his cell phone
firm. He made sure he got a good video of my face flush with excitement as
my climax neared. My eyes were rolled back, and my toothless mouth was wide
open and panting . My body jerked and twisted. My pec nipples were hard and
firm. My pussy put on its own show as it gripped and convulsed around the
small toy wooden bat. But just as I was sure the cum would finally shoot
from my pennies, the Flip Valve cut off my climax, and only heavy breathing
and frustration was left for Bill to record. " What's the matter? Poor
little animal can't cum.? What a shame ! " Bill pulled the bat from my ass
and pushed it into my mouth. " Clean this off FAG shit! It's all covered
with cum and pussy juice." I did as ordered and sucked off the bat,
cleaning the cum off of it. The cum of guys that had once been
friends. Guys that had eaten at my house . Guys that I had thought were
friends. Guys that I thought might still care about me. " I can't wait to
post this video and the other pictures of you online. Dame , the rest of
the guys back home will never believe what their seeing. " With that said,
Bill pulled the bat from my mouth and put away his cell phone. Just before
leaving he tossed the bat at me and said. "You keep this toy FAG, you seem
to really enjoy it !" And he left. However Tom returned when all five were
finished. He too fucked me, but with an added ferocity. He shot his load,
yanked his cock out. Smacked me across my face. He then stood up, held his
penis, and let out another warm stream of brotherly piss over my body. He
coated my eyes, bald head, chest and crotch with his piss. As the piss
drained from my body, it was soaked up by the towels beneath me. Tom just
left, and later on another player walked me back to the barracks.
          Eventually Baseball season ended and football season began. Many
of the football players had seen me being used at the baseball games, so
they asked Sgt.Woods if the football team could use me during games. At
first Sgt. Woods said no, but the players bribed him with free game
tickets. Eventually Sgt.Woods gave in and let the football team use me when
playing home or local games. The way the football team used me was even
more humiliating than the baseball team. It was a custom for each football
team to run into the stadium before each game. The band would play and an
announcement was made that the U.S Army Football team was now going to
charge onto the field. The players ran onto the field as the spectators
stood and cheered. However, the team would put a dog leash on my cock ring
and make me run onto the field with them, often painfully pulling on my
leash and stretching out my cock. The crowd of thousands of spectators
would roar with laughter. Often the football player leading me in by my
cock, would force me to trip or stumble causing me further embarrassment
and pain.
         During half time I would be brutally fucked by some of the players
to release their stress. Frank would often " Power lift" and fuck
me. Others would order me to lick their feet clean of game sweat, and to
give them foot massages. When finished with their fucks, blowjobs or
massages , I'd be placed off to the side and a funnel would be inserted in
my mouth. The funnel would allow two players to piss in my mouth at the
same time.  This would speed things up , since half time was so short. But
the volume of piss going down my throat would choke and gag me. Then back
onto the field the team would go. At the end of each game, there would be a
relentless line of players to suck of or fuck. Worst of all was when they
would use me a the team bus during the ride back to base. These players
were large and heavy. They seemed to enjoy laying full weight on top of me
while fucking my hole. But as the bus bounced over bumps, their weight
would crush me and breathing would be difficult. I was so happy when
Football season was finally over. However many of the players made a point
of still using me in the gym during off season.
         Sgt. Woods and Tom, carried out their secret and illegal plan of
renting me out to gay civilians. They placed ads on gay web sites and
offered "No Holds barred use of me for prices much lower than listed by
male prostitutes. Sgt. Woods used his rank to sneak the guys onto base, and
let them use me in the barracks X room. Most of these men were cruel and
enjoyed causing me pain more than having sex. As a GFAG, I could not
complain. I knew Sgt. Woods and Tom had all the power, so I just did as
ordered. However I heard Tom and Sgt. Woods talking, and knew that they had
to be Very Very careful in pimping me out since they were avoiding
taxes. There was a new government in Washington, and their focus was very
different from past governments. For many many years the two major
political parties had infuriated voters. Their tactics of no compromise,
periodically shutting down government and their constant bickering , had
allowed a new third party to grow and become more powerful. This new party
was called the Renaissance Party. It's platform was based on compromise,
bringing in money and legal modification. The new party felt that rather
than spending large sums of money on welfare that all government welfare
recipients would have a cut off date. They would be required to have work
training while receiving benefits, then at a set date- benefits were cut
off and they had to work and pay taxes. The new party also felt that there
was nothing really wrong with the government, so they believed it should
never be forced to have a political "Government Shut Down" as Congress had
done countless times in the past. It saw no need to cut taxes for the rich
or for businesses. Instead the party said it would cut government spending
by strictly enforcing current laws. It made all government agencies
required to catch all tax cheats, and cut back on spending. The first thing
the new party did when it came into power was to get rid of prostitution
laws and drug laws. Prostitution and drugs were now legal and permits and
high taxes had to be paid for the service. Millions of tax dollars were now
collected from prostitutes and drug dealers.The party released countless
drug and prostitute criminals from jail and prison. Hundreds of millions of
dollars were saved in jail costs. Knowing they were breaking the law by
letting civilians pay to use me, and not paying taxes on this money- Tom
and Sgt. Woods were careful in selling me. They knew this new government
would come down hard on them for tax evasion. However their fears did not
stop them. For over a year I'd been sold so many times, that I think my
pussy alone was going to put Toms son, my nephew, through college.