Date: Wed, 28 Oct 2015 17:40:54 -0400
From: "tooluse2@gmail.com" <tooluse2@gmail.com>
Subject: GFAG  Chapter 14 : Seaman's Semen

GFAG
A Story by Tom Tooluse

Chapter 14 : Seaman's Semen

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        I had become a docile good little FAG. I kept all the soldiers in
my barracks totally relieved both morning and night. Now with a solid
muscular body again, thanks to Sgt. Woods forcing me to work out, I seemed
to be in even greater demand. Some of the soldiers that hadn't used me
often, had now become regulars. They were always the more timid guys, yet
with my body bulked up, even they had become more aggressive. Some of them
had even become more abusive. I guess they felt I was harder to break , now
that my body was so muscular. It seemed as soon as I finished pleasing one
soldier at night, and had gotten kicked out of his bunk. That another
soldier near by would yell " Get your fucking pussy over here on the
double, Fag.". Then that soldier would fuck me or have me blow him. Then
another would yell " Bitch, get over here now." and I would move to yet
another bunk. Most nights would be like that till all the soldiers that
needed relief had received it and fallen asleep. It was at that point in
the evening that Sgt. Woods would take me to the X room and get me set for
his paying civilian clients. Sometimes I would just be told to stay
kneeling on the floor and wait for the men. At other times Sgt. Woods would
chain me to the cot in the room, or lay out sex toys or punishment
instruments for the clients to use on me. I had become so accepting of my
lot in life, that I no longer gave it a second thought. I was just an
animal for the pleasure and enjoyment of humans. I was used so often,
between my barracks soldiers, Sgt. Woods clients and the bases Gym jocks,
that I had to be sent to "Training and Modification" twice in that year and
a half. The Vets there had to fix small tears in my pussy and hole. Plus
they needed to inject , up my pussy, the medication needed to tighten and
strengthen my hole. After doing so I was able to continue giving the
greatest pleasure to all the men who used me.

        Even though I had become the perfect barracks FAG, willingly
accepting all the sex, humiliation , and pain, there was one thing I could
not become used to. That was the loneliness. At nights I would curl up into
a ball on my latrine floor towel, and shake all over. Why would no one
speak to me ? I mean really speak to me. I willing did everything they all
asked of me. But not one soldier, not one client, not one jock, not even
Tom, ever took one minute out of their day to speak to me or give me a
modicum of kindness. With no friends and no family, I felt like I was all
alone in the world. To be honest, I truly was.

       Eventually I used routine to cover up the loneliness I felt. I would
clear my mind of sad thoughts, and concentrate on how tightly to suck on a
jocks hard cock. Or how to squeeze and tighten my ass as a soldier fucked
me. I even developed a pride in not letting one drop of piss hit the floor
when being used as a urinal. My talents, daily routine and familiar
surroundings had become my only comfort. But the Army soon took even that
away from me. One day at 4AM , Tom and Sgt. Woods lost their FAG to pimp
out. The jocks at the gym would need to find a new GFAG to use, and my
barracks full of soldiers no longer had a pussy to use ! At 4 am one
morning, two MPs entered the latrine. They attached leashes to both sides
of my neck collar and marched me naked and shivering across base to the
kennels. I knew better than to ask what was happening. After all I had no
say in it. I was always simply to do as ordered. This was all done so
quickly, I seriously doubt Sgt. Woods knew anything about it.

         Once we arrived at the kennels, one of the soldiers there put a
gag in my mouth. He made sure to fasten it tightly around my head, so I
could not make a sound. Next he had me bend over. I thought for sure he was
going to shove a plug up my ass, but instead he shoved his cock up my hole
in one quick shove. My grunt was muffled by the ball gag. He stated fucking
me hard and deep. As his thick military cock fucked my hole, he reached
around and grabbed both of my nipples with his fingers. His cock was now
fucking me so hard and fast, I almost lost my balance and fell
over. Suddenly he squeezed both nipple real hard. My groan of pain was
obscured by the ball gag, but the expression on my face was one of sharp
intense pain.  But he did not stop. His cock shoved in further, now banging
against my prostrate as his fingers squeezed and twisted my nipples. I shut
my eyes tight, in an effort to forget about the pain now radiating from my
hole and nipples. With greater speed and ferocity he fucked my ass. As with
all men, he cared nothing for how I felt. I was his to use and abuse , his
pleasure was all he cared about ! He leaned his head downward and bit hard
on my earlobe. Again my cries of pain were muffled by the gag. His cock
started to fuck my hole with lightning speed. In and out he thrust his
cock. Pulling it all the way out, then ramming it back, full force ,deep
into my hole. My own desire to cum was beyond words. His body began to
shake. His finger nails were now digging into my sensitive nipples. His
teeth were biting deep into my ear lobes. Then I felt the first searing
shot of cum as it burst free from his cock and shot out into my tight warm
hole. Then another spurt, a third, fourth then fifth. His breathing was
deep and intense. He was breeding me like I was a bitch, his bitch ! I
squeezed my ass checks together as hard as possible to increase his
climax. He lay on top of me for a good five minutes, until ever last drop
of his cum had been deposited up my ass. He then yanked out his cock and
quickly shoved in a studded metal plug. " Nice goodbye fuck , Bitch." He
said ." I'm going to cork that load up your ass FAG. Something to remember
me by. " He then led me to an upright steel cage. Once I was inside the
cage he attached my collar to the cage with chains. Then he put a spreader
bar on my legs, and fastened my ankles to the cage with additional
chains. He then handcuffed my wrists behind my back. He placed a Donation
bucket into the cage and ran a tube from the bucket up to my ball gag. "I
hear you were a popular FAG ! I guess a lot of the guys will miss your
pussy. Oh well, orders are orders. We're shipping your ass out of here in a
few more hours." My eyes widened- shipping me out- - Where? Why?  But like
an animal sent to the slaughter house, I was chained and gaged. I had no
say in the matter.  I was property of the government, to do with as they
wished !!

       I started to dose as the hours passed. But I was startled awake by
the noise of a machine and the movement of my cage. A fork lift was lifting
my cage up and moving it forward. Slowly the cage and fork lift moved
forward. I stood there chained in place. I was a helpless slab of beef
being moved. The forklift moved slowly forwards toward the loading bay. I
could see the back of a transport truck and the first few rays of morning
light. My cage was lowered onto a transport truck and anchored into
position. The forklift backed away and out of site. No one came to speak to
me or explain what was happening. With a rumble the trucks engine started
up and with a jolt we moved forward . The truck was driving through the
roads of the base- heading towards the exit. I don't know why, but I felt
sad. I was leaving my base, my men, my brother. Heading where , I didn't
know. Heading towards what fate, I didn't know. As we approached the
checkpoint and the bases fence, I suddenly stiffened up. I hoped they had
turned off my collar explosive. If they had forgotten, I was seconds away
from having my head blown off. Panic overtook me. My body stiffened. The
truck stopped inches from the fence perimeter. The driver handed the guard
papers. I heard the guard say " Just a minute" as he walked back into the
guard house. Minutes later he walked back out to the driver and said " The
FAG is cleared to go ! Take it easy". Once again the truck started moving
and we passed out of the base. My eyes staring at what had been my
home. The place where my family deserted me and my brother sold me. The
place where I was beaten and fucked without mercy. Yet I was very sad and
confused as the base disappeared from sight. It had been the only home I
had known for years. I was afraid of what the future held for me !

       It was a long two day drive ahead of us. Like previous transport
drivers, these two also took every opportunity to embarrass me. They would
drive through colleges so all the young guys could yell out insults and
throw items at me. The college girls would point to the sad piece of flesh
hanging between my legs , giggle and point. It once had been my cherished
cock and balls, now it was a limp shriveled piece of skin capped with a
thick steel ring that made me look like an animal, a bull in its cage. The
drivers took delight in going real slow next to pedestrians on the
sidewalk, giving them a good ,close up look , at their caged animal. The
thing riding in a cage in the back of the truck. The thing that was
hairless and collared. The thing that was chained and toothless. The thing
that had a yellow stripe running from its forehead , down its back ,
stopping at an arrow that pointed to its ass, next to the words Enter
Here. The thing that had a government property brand and an ID tattoo. The
animal that had FAG written across its forehead, Worthless, Fatherless and
Motherless tattooed on its chest. The shame of what I had become and what I
now was , came flooding back to me as civilian after civilian took out
their cell phone and snapped pictures and videos of me. The humiliation of
insults yelled my way, and the occasional guy who would get close to the
truck and spit on me.

       Unlike past transport drivers, these two had fewer morals. They took
delight in spending the two nights on the road, sleeping at packed truck
stops. While there they pimped me out to the horny truck drivers. The first
night I serviced 4, very fat , old and overweight drivers. They stunk from
sweat and their bodies crushed me as they lay on top of me and fucked my
pussy. The second night, the transport drivers chained me to a bed in their
room and had any guy that wanted to use me pay only $10. I guess there had
to be about 10 guys who paid up. I was so tightly bound, that I never saw
the guys, I could only feel their cocks as they used my pussy, one after
the other. The drivers videoed the scene and said they were going to sell
it to a gay web site that specialized in rough gang bang porn.

         In the evening of the third day, the truck approached a naval base
somewhere on the east coast. It was already dark out and the base was very
dimly lighted. The truck pulled up to the guard house and the drivers
handed the MA Guards ( Master at Arms ) my paper work. The sailors looked
confused, and went inside the guard house to make a few phone calls. Since
the GFAG program was only in place for the Army and Marines, I guess it
made sense that the guards would be confused about allowing a caged animal
like me onto the naval base. After a few minutes the guards came out of the
booth and walked to the back of the truck. They each had a flashlight,
which they pointed my way. "Holy fucking shit ! Look at this thing they
have caged back here. I've heard of GFAGs , but never really seen one."
Said the one guard to the other. The drives got out of the truck and came
to the back to meet with the guards. "Is this really one of those GFAGs I
have heard about ?" Asked the guard of the driver. "It sure is. These
worthless piece of shit animals are like cum rags to Army and Marine
men. You can fuck them all night long. Or you can grab their ears and face
fuck them till they lose oxygen and pass out. Hell you can even use them as
punching bags. As far as the government is concerned, their just breathing
pieces of meat. When used up, their disposed off. Kind of like what you men
do with old battleships. You strip off the valuable parts, then dispose of
it." The two guards just shook their heads in disbelief. Then the drivers
asked the guards if they wanted to use me. I could see that both sailors
thought it over for a minute. But then they both passed. After all they
were still on duty. The drivers got back into the truck and drove me to a
large deserted looking warehouse near the dock. Using their cell phones
they called a number and shortly there after, two MA's came from the
warehouse doorway.  The four men jumped up onto the trucks flatbed and
unlocked my cage. The driver then handed one MA the remote control for my
shock collar. If the animal gives you any trouble, feel free to use
this. Just be careful that you don't push the kill button, or you will have
tons of paperwork to fill out. Trust me, I killed one by accident once. It
ruined my entire weekend. I had to stay late at the office filling out shit
loads of forms. I was unchained, the donation bucket straw was removed, and
the spreader bar undone. I stood there waiting for orders. "Instead of
giving me an order, the driver turned to the guard with the remote
control. Go ahead, give it a try. Shock the bitch !" The MA looked at his
buddy , then the remote. He pressed the button and a horrible shock coursed
through my body. He had hit the medium shock button, not one of the lower
settings. I doubled over and fell to the floor, flopping around like a fish
out of water. All four men started laughing and patting each other on the
back. In a minute or two one of the drivers kicked me hard in my side
"Enough laying around FAG, get your ass up and jump off this truck and onto
the pavement." I did as ordered , and jumped off the truck. Manacles were
then placed on my wrists and the spreader bar was again attached to my
legs. "Here is its paperwork , and the keys to the locks and plug. The
animal is all yours now men." They shook hands and the drivers got into the
truck and drove away. The two navy MA's just looked at me for a minute,
almost as if they had no idea what to do next. Then one of them hit me hard
on the back of my head and told me to follow him. With one guard in front
of me, and the other behind me, I shuffled, the best I could, into the
warehouse.

          The inside of the warehouse was stacked high with crates and
boxes. As we walked the footsteps of the guards echoed loudly. My bare foot
stepped on a bolt on the ground and I felt a stab of pain . But I didn't
dare slow down. About halfway through the warehouse , up ahead, I noticed
about thirty chairs lined up in front of a raised platform with a ramp off
to its side. It looked like some kind of stage. I slowed down a bit to take
it all in.  But there was another hard smack on the back of my head as the
guard told me to stop wasting time and keep moving. We walked past the ramp
and into a hallway and another room. Then I saw them. Ten animal
cages. Nine of them already had GFAGs inside them. Like me, they were all
gagged, plugged, manacled and wore a spreader bar. On the ceiling above the
cages were cameras to watch the FAGs. I was led to the last unoccupied
cage. Not one of the FAGs looked up at me, in fear of punishment. I was
placed in the cage. It was locked. The guards walked away, and suddenly all
the lights went it. It became pitch black in the warehouse, except for a
tiny red glowing dot , where the ceiling cameras were mounted. Not a FAG
spoke. But I could hear rustling of chains, as one by one we each laid
down, the best we could, to sleep for the night.

       In the morning we were all awoken by jets of cold water hitting our
bodies. Instinctively we curled up in a ball to protect ourselves from the
blasts of stinging ice cold water pelting our naked bodies. But one of the
sailors with a hose told us to stand up and spread our legs and arms so we
could be cleaned up. All 10 of us obediently took the position we were
ordered to stand in. A sailor then came to each of us and had us bend over
and place our ass against the bars of the cage, as he unlocked our plugs
and pulled them out. Then the hose was shoved up our holes in order to
clean them out as well. Next our gags were removed, but the manacles and
spreader bar stayed in place. When finished, the sailors simply left as we
stood there, in our cages allowing the water on our bodies to naturally
dry. I saw the other FAGs bend down to lap at their FAG CHOW. It was only
then, that I saw the metal dog bowl in the corner of the cage, with my FAG
CHOW allocation in it. The sailor that had pulled out my ass plug, must
have left it there. Like the others, I got on my hands and knees and used
my tongue , like a dog, to lap up my food.

        Just as I finished lapping up my FAG CHOW, in walked a Naval
Officer and two guards along with vicious looking leashed pit
bulls. Instantly the dogs began growling, barking and heading towards our
cages. The guards yanked back on their leashes, just in time to stop one
dog from nipping at the caged FAG inside. "Listen up FAGs", yelled the
officer. "The U.S. Navy is thinking of implementing the GFAG program. There
are thousands of stressed out and sexually deprived sailors that could
benefit from the program. You ten animals have been leased by the Army to
the Navy on a three month FAG trial program. You are expected to
demonstrate superior service at all times . Failure to do so will result in
the harshest punishment and modification possible at the end of the trial
period. Since 25 ship Captains have shown interest in the program and
trials, and there are only 10 of you, you will be auctioned off now. Each
Captain will bid on you using a portion of his supply allocation fund. That
means to use your fucking holes, the ship may have to do without a flavor
of ice cream or a case or two of tomatoes. So you had better be worth it
FAGs. You have all heard of ancient or modern slave auctions, so I expect
you to conduct yourself in the same manor. You are never to look a human in
the face. You are to display yourself in a subservient yet appealing
manor. As parts of your body are discussed, your are to exhibit and
demonstrate their merits. Failure to comply quickly enough or without
enthusiasm will result in shocks to your neck collars. You will be let out
of your cages, still in manacles and spreader bar, and line up there." he
pointed to the wall by the door leading to the stage and the chairs in the
warehouse. "If you fail to comply in the least little way, you will pray
you had never been born! Once on stage, your restraints will be removed so
you can "show" yourself better. Now move your pussies."

           We were all let out of our cages and lined up. One by one were
were called onto stage. As I waited my turn, one of the pit bulls came over
to me. He sniffed around my crotch and ass. Then I felt it's cold wet nose
exploring my hole. The guard did not pull the dog back, and I froze in
fear. ". I hear you FAGs are dog friendly." Said the guard. "Perhaps you
and Blackie here, can get to know each other a little better after the
auction." He then winked and me and started laughing as he pulled the dog
and continued up the line. Just then I was pushed forward, next in line to
be called onto the auction block. I stood there wondering what new hell my
life would become. For some odd reason I thought of Tom. How surprised he
must have been that morning just a few days ago. Waking up , getting out of
his bunk and scratching his ass and balls through his loose fitting
boxers. Strolling nice and slowly into the latrine to take a dump and have
his FAG brother clean his ass. Only to find out I wasn't there. The look on
his face must have been priceless.

         " Next we have GFAG 13567. " I heard the auctioneer say. Another
shove on my back, and I shuffled into the warehouse. Even though it was
morning, the lack of Windows made the room as dark as night. Spotlights
showered the raised auction block with light, but left the seated Captains
hidden in the darkness. With manacles and a spreader bar on, it was
difficult for me to make my way up the ramp and onto the block. My
struggles highlighted my subservient sub human animal condition. To all
watching, I was a thing, an animal to be sold and used. I starred at the
ground, not daring to look up ,as another guard removed my spreader bar and
manacles.

"Gentlemen, GFAG 13567 is a low maintenance, high usage FAG." Started the
auctioneer. " This animal is only 23 years old. It's last officer ordered
it to work out daily. In addition to its regular soldiers, it also serviced
the bases athletes. This means that it has ingested large volumes of
athletes cum and their DNA, which certainly can't be a bad thing." He said
as he pinched the muscles on my arms. Instinctively I knew to raise my arms
and flex my muscles to exhibit them for the crowd. "Just look at those
muscles. This body can take quite a pounding. " he said as he shoved two
fingers up my pussy. The crowd roared with laughter. I shut my eyes due to
the sudden pain in my hole, but just as quickly open them out of fear. " As
with all FAGs , no pity is to be shown this animal. This particular FAG
deserves even less , since it had deserted its entire squad during a battle
in which they all died." With my arms still raised showing off my muscles,
the auctioneer made a fist and punched me hard in the gut. I doubled over
in pain and the Captains all applauded. "FAG 13567,s modifications are
minor and mainly designed for the pleasure of the men it would be
servicing. Therefore it's upkeep is minimal. Let's explore this body a
little closer gentlemen. It's legs and feet have not been damaged." I took
that as my cue to lift each leg and foot and show it to the audience. "It's
hair has been permanently removed. Not one strand of hair will ever grow on
this animal ever again." I tilted down my head to show it was completely
bald. " Let's now explore its tattoos on one arm we see the Army brand, on
the other arm we have its ID tattoo. On the forehead is tattooed the word
FAG to display at a glance what it is. It's own previous family members
have tattooed the words, Worthless, Fatherless and Motherless on its
chest. It's good to know there are no misplaced attachments for it in the
outside world. Running from its forehead , across its bald head and down
its back is a tattooed yellow strip broadcasting to the world that it is a
coward and deserter of the worst kind." As he said this I slowly turned
around. Shame came over me and I turned red in the face. "It's previous
brother tattooed this arrow and the words Enter Here. Convenient in case
someone doesn't know how to use this FAG." Again the men all roared with
laughter. " Each ear has been ringed" the auctioneer grabbed my one ring
and pulled it to turn me around to face the audience again. " As is its
nose and penis." I reached up and pulled on my nose ring and lifted my
penis ring. "It's collar is a heavy weight class one, including explosive
charge, with additional tethering rings . Its's tits and nipples have been
enlarged and made extra sensitive ."

He pinched and twisted my left nipple, causing me to groan in pain and
slightly double over. The extended nipples give the sailors who enjoy
chewing, something to bite their teeth into ." Again more laughter. " One
of my favorite modification areas of this FAG is its mouth and throat."
Hearing this I opened my mouth wide. " All of its front teeth and most of
the remaining have been removed, to guarantee there are no scrapes while it
is sucking on a mans cock. The gum area has been reinforced to add form to
the front of the face and added suction to the mouth. It's throat has been
modified and a friction sensor installed to initiate throat convulsions. I
assure you gentlemen, it would be near impossible to receive a better
blowjob from any other source." I closed my mouth and stared downward at my
toes. "Now for the highlight of this animal. " The auctioneer pushed me
downward. I was a little confused at first, but then I realized he was
going to talk about my hole and pussy. So I laid on the stage, lifted both
legs and bent them forward and spread my legs wide open, revealing my
pussy. " What you see here gentlemen , is the finest man crafted pussy
available. The lips undulate like the real thing. Plus tiny micro fibers
have been inserted in the pussy and anal walls to add an itch, a drive, to
the FAG during its service." Hearing that I started to touch and play with
my pussy, causing me to loudly moan in pleasure. " As you can see and hear
gentlemen, a truly rewarding experiences for any hard pulsating cock. But
the modifications do not end there. This FAG has had its hole tightened,
and a friction sensor installed , creating rythmatic convulsions sure to
milk the last drop of cum from any exploding cock. Plus it's prostrate has
been made extra sensitive to induce bodily contortions , to further
pleasure the man fucking this FAG. But fear not. Due to the implanted No
Grow and Flip Valve, this FAG will never again , in its entire life , have
a hard on or shoot a load of cum. It can only dispense pleasure and feel
frustration." A shudder came over my body as I heard those words.
"Gentlemen, write down your bids." A guard came for me, and led me back to
my cage. As we walked back the guard jokingly said " FAG, Soon your going
to be eating a hell of a lot of seafood. I sure hope you like Seaman's
semen. "