Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2016 18:51:32 -0400
From: "tooluse2@gmail.com" <tooluse2@gmail.com>
Subject: GFAG  : Chapter 17: Cream Filled Donut

GFAG

A story by Tom Tooluse

Chapter 17: Cream Filled Donut


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         By the last few weeks of the mission, every member of the
submarines crew saw me as a thing. To the burly, needy sex starved sailors
I was just a thing to use to satisfy their sexual needs. Officer Barrington
would constantly think up new humiliations and punishments for me. For a
solid week he had me handcuffed and chained to some pipes in the engine
room so he could keep track of how often I was used. He posted a letter in
the hallway that said each sailor observed fucking me HARD and DEEP during
that week would be given a poker chip that could be traded in for an extra
two hours shore leave at the end of the mission. Men soon figured out that
if they fucked me only two times each day for the week- they would earn a
full day shore leave to add to what they would normally be entitled
to. Hell if you could get it up more than that , you had the chance of
earning two days extra shore leave. Men would line up 15 deep just waiting
their turn to use my chained bound body and accessible pussy hole. Posted
above my head was a sign that read- YOU ONLY GET A CHIP IF YOU FUCK THE FAG
DEEP AND ROUGH. Officer Barrington , held to that, turning away a few guys
who had a softer hard on or denying a chip to those who pumped my hole slow
and easy. His psychology worked perfectly. As the others in line saw a guy
denied a chip, they went out of their way to prove their maleness by being
brutal as they entered my pussy, and pounded me till my body audible
slapped against the engine room pipes I was handcuffed to.
          Another time Officer Barrington had me put on a show for the guys
in the break room. He found a bucket of golf balls somewhere on the
ship. As about 25 sailors sat around the day room shooting the breeze he
led me in by a leash attached to my cock ring. He then told the men he
wanted "his FAG" to show them my new trick. He dumped the golf balls on the
floor, and placed the silver bucket he had carried them in, right in front
of the largest group of guys. Sailors that I know from experience, who have
brutality large cocks and enjoy fucking me roughly. Barrington then undid
my leash, and barked " Show the men your new trick FAG.". Using only your
pussy, squat on each golf ball, flex that pussy of yours and suck it up
into your hole, then waddle over to the bucket and deposit the golf ball
into the bucket. The sailors started laughing- hooting and and making
comments about how flexible my pussy was, and embarrassing a piece of shit
I was. I did as ordered and sucked each golf ball into my hole and walked
it over to the bucket where I would deposit it. As I carried one ball that
had given me a challenge sucking up, a rather tall sailor with long legs,
purposely tripped me, causing the golf ball to pop out of my hole, and roll
under a table. That really started the guys laughing harder and hooting
more. Some were even rolling on the floor laughing hard as I crawled under
the table and sucked up the golf ball again. After the last ball had been
deposited into the bucket. Frank Stills, one of the nastiest and cruelest
of the group pulled me towards himself, and in front of everyone, shoved
three fingers into my hole and started finger fucking me. My implants
kicked in and soon I was groaning and moaning like a bitch in heat. My
pussy lips flexing and begged for a cock. "Later Bitch" Stills said , and
he roughly pulled his fingers from my ass. He shoved them in my mouth to
clean as the other guys watched. Barrington attached the leash to my cock
ring and led me back to my fuck room, to service guys who had been waiting
for my return.
          The only thing that kept me from going crazy was the now frequent
visits by Greg. "My Greg " I had begun thinking of him as. When Greg was in
my room, life was wonderful. I had someone to talk to and someone who was
kind and gentle to me. But in the back of my mind, I was always on
guard. After all Greg was a human. He could say and do anything he wanted,
with, or to ,me.  I, on the other hand was a GFAG, something below
animals. We were not equals and I should never forget that. I had to always
be on guard, since punishment for exceeding my bounds could be harsh and
painful. Yet I still liked seeing Greg. NO, I loved seeing Greg. I loved
him. But with each visit , there was also sadness, since soon the mission
would end, and I would never see Greg again. I had to just resolve myself
to enjoy the little time we had together.
       One day as Greg was in my room, visiting with me, he took out a
package of Oreo cookies and sat back on my bunk and slowly ate them as he
talked about his life growing up in the south and life on the large farm
where his Dad worked and his family lived. But as he talked , I couldn't
take my eyes off the Oreos he kept eating. I had not had real food, human
food for many years now. I lived on piss and GFAG Chow. But I remembered
the taste of Oreos, from when I had been a human. My mind said look away,
but my eyes kept staring at each cookie he picked up and slowly ate. At
times he would twist open the cookie and lick off the cream from the
center. It was like slow torture to me, almost worse than the pain of the
cane whippings Barrington would give me for , in his words "Not trying hard
enough to please or satisfy"a few of the sailors during that weeks fuck
sessions. I so wanted to taste, even to just lick one of those cookies. To
taste that sweet creamy middle. "You want a cookie" Greg suddenly said,
breaking me from my trance. My mind yelled yes- yes- yes please. But I
heard myself say, "NO. I am not permitted human food." "I would do anything
to be able to eat one Greg, but if Barrington ever found out I would be
whipped to within an inch of my life."  Greg assured me Barrington would
never find out, but I knew he would, I knew I had to keep my guard up and
say no. With sad eyes, and a look at the floor, I said " "Thank you Greg,
but no. Perhaps some day I will be able to taste a cookie again." As I
looked up at Greg, he seemed lost in thought as he licked the cream from
the center of one of the Oreo cookies.
       Two days after that meeting with Greg , I saw him once again. But
this time it was during busy hours on the submarine. A time when there were
sailors actively moving about the ship. Greg walked into my room carrying a
metal dog leash. "Do you trust me ?" he said. I nodded yes. "Did you mean
what you said the other day about doing anything to taste an Oreo cookie
again?" My eyes lit up and I shook my head and said "Yes". "Good" he said
as he attached the leash to my cock ring and simple said, "follow my lead
". Pulling on the leash, Greg led me out into the hallway, and like a naked
dog, walked me through the ship and into the subs Mess Hall. Most of the
guys had become so used to ignoring me, after all I was just a thing, that
they never even looked up as we entered. Greg seated himself at a table and
loudly told me to "Crawl under the table FAG dog and make sure your give me
pleasure as I eat". I did as Greg ordered and crawled under the Mess Hall
table, as other sailors sat about eating. A few of the sailors chuckled,
and one guy barked like a dog. Another guy reached under the table and
patted me on the head and said "Good FAG puppy". I just sat, like a dog ,
under the table, waiting as Greg went in line for his food and returned
with his food tray. But before sitting down, Greg unzipped the fly of his
pants and fished his cock out and into plain view. "Now start sucking
puppy, I want a little enjoyment as I eat". The guy next to Greg patted him
on the back and said " Great idea buddy" I wish I had thought of that. Soon
I head Greg moving silverware about , and I leaned forward and started
sucking his cock. It was soon hard as a rook and throbbing from the blowjob
I was giving him. Just when I thought he was about to shoot his load, Greg
pulled his cock from my mouth and yelled for me to get my worthless FAG ass
out from under the table. I scrambled as quickly as I could. Once out from
under the table, I instinctively got on my knees and starred at Gregg's red
throbbing cock. To my surprise Greg stood up, grabbed two Oreo cookies,
twisted them apart and held the two creamy sided cookies in his hand and
lowered them to his cock. With his other hand, Greg jerked his cock till
spurt after spurt of thick white cum shot from his cock head and landed on
top of the creamy centers of the two cookies he held. He groaned loudly and
the guys near him watched the show. "Now eat FAG!! I order you to eat my
idea of what the creamy center of an Oreo should look like. Eat this
fucking Fagoreo ." A bunch of the guys started clapping and a few started
chanting "eat-eat-eat" . Just then I saw Barrington standing in the far
corner of the room. I looked up at him obviously not knowing what to
do. The crowd still chanted "eat-eat-eat". My eyes locked with
Barringtons. I could see an evil smile spread across his face as he loudly
said " "Eat what the human has giving you , you worthless FAG piece of
shit." I reached for one cookie at a time, my hand shaking. I lifted the
Oreo, cream side up, and now covered in massive thick white globs of
Gregg's cum , and placed it into my mouth. My eyes rolled backwards in
delight as I tasted the bitterness of Gregg's cum, the sweetness of the
cream center and the rich chocolate cookie. The crowd mistook my expression
as one of disgust and humiliation and they cheered. I reached for the
second cookie , and again my taste buds exploded with joy, yet I made a
point of putting a look of shame on my face. Barrington walked over to
Greg, patted him on the back , and said " Great idea, I wish I had thought
of it myself." and walked away. Greg placed the leash back on my cock ring
and led me back to my room, where there was already a line of soldier
waiting to fuck and use me. I just looked into Gregg's eyes and did my best
to say thank you to him, with just a look. Greg patted me on the head,
undid the leash, and said "Maybe if your a good FAG doggy, you will get
more treats" , and walked away as I opened the cabin door and let in the
first sailor in line.
      All I could think about for the next few days was those two cookies
and how much I missed food, real food, human food. Then on the third day
Barrington came to my room. At first I thought he wanted to fuck me or have
me suck him off. He just sat on my cot as I kneeled in front of him. But he
never said a word, nor did he undo his pants. So I followed protocol and
kneeled in the subservient offering mode and waited. Finally Barrington
said to me , " How many strikes of the cane do you think it would take to
kill you, or at the very least, have you pass out in pain?  Enough pain for
you to twist and turn, screaming , begging for me to stop, before your mind
clouds over and you loose consciousness? Answer me FAG, I'm asking you a
question?" I looked up at this human who I had hurt, this human who hated
me, this human that controlled me, this human that could legally kill me,
and finally said. " I don't know Sir." He laughed. "Perhaps 20 strokes- no
50 strokes- maybe more. Maybe less. We may soon find out ." "Follow me FAG,
we're going to play a little game." My blood ran cold and I started to
shiver in fear, but like a good little FAG, I followed my master out of my
room and down to the Mess Hall. No leash, I had to just follow and walk
behind him naked, taking each step in fear, as though it may be my last.
           When we entered the Mess Hall- I noticed almost all the ships
crew were there. Barrington walked me to the center of the room and had me
stand naked on top of one of the dining room tables. Then he
spoke. "Gentleman, we're going to play a little game today with our very
own FAG. I'm sure he will enjoy it. I got the idea a few days ago when I
saw Greg here, feeding our little doggy fag some cum Oreos." I glanced at
Greg , who looked shocked and totally confused by what was going
on. Barrington continued " Gentlemen, our little FAG has been fucked by
every member of the crew. It has been made to drink our piss, suck our
cocks and swallow our cum. It has been directed to get to know each of our
likes and dislikes in order to best please each and every one of us. There
are 150 nice hard stiff cum filled cocks on this submarine. It was the duty
of this worthless beast- this thing lower than any animal or insect, to
learn everything sexual about each and every one of us, so it could serve
us better. We will now test this FAG to see how well it has done its job."
Barrington then walked over to a small box, opened it and took out a
donut. He then walked back to the center of the room and stood near
me. "Gentleman, I have here a nice ,freshly made, delicious ,cream filled
donut. But it's not filled with ordinary cream. No way. This is a REAL
CREAM donut. It's filled with a mans cream. I have had one sailor from the
crew, shot his cum load , over and over again, into this donut, till its
center is filled , and I do mean filled, with his nice thick warm man
cream. I don't think any of us will ever think of a cream filled donut the
same way, ever again !" The guys all laughed. " Now for our fun! Our very
own little FAG will have the honor of eating this donut in front of us. It
is required to eat it all. Then, it's job is to guess, which crew members
cum, was the cream filling !!" The guys all started clapping and turning to
each other, asking if the cum filling was from the buddy next to
them. "Gentleman, don't waste your time asking each other who the donor is,
he has been sworn to secrecy. Now for the added fun. Our little FAG here
will have to call out the name of the sailor whose cum filling he just
ate. For each wrong name, he will receive one stroke of the cane across his
back or ass. With 150 of us on board, this can be very exciting for us""
more laughing " but very painful for it. Hell if it makes to many wrong
guesses, we could end up whipping it senseless or even killing it
today!"The group started to laugh and clap. Barrington handed me the
donut. "Enjoy". Was all he said. My hands shook and I looked around the
room. Looking back at me were evil smirking faces. Eyes intent upon
watching me eat another mans multiple cum loads. Eyes waiting to see my
expression as the cum burst forth into my my mouth and then coated my
throat. Eyes waiting to see how I would react when I called out a name,
only to find out it is wrong and I would receive a painful blow of the cane
because of my wrong guess.
           I took a bite of the donut. It was heaven. Oh my God, it tasted
so good. I took another bite and this time a warm liquid shot into my
mouth. It tasted slightly bitter and slightly salty. That was cum. That was
a sailors cum. It tasted- it tasted- I looked at my toes, it tasted ,
good. I had come to the point in my life , that another mans cum was
actually enjoyable to me. Something I enjoyed eating. I took another
bite. More cum, more donut. My mind raced a mile a minute. The donuts- it
was so good tasting- the cum was so satisfying, but the taste of the cum, I
had to block all other thoughts and concentrate on the taste. I had to stop
enjoying the human food and the human cum and try to identify the taste of
this cum .  I had to think hard, who's cum was I eating. I tried to slow
down eating the donut, to postpone the inevitable. But Barrington reached
up and grabbed my ball and squeezed it. "No slowing down FAG. Eat up and
start guessing." I did as ordered and ate the last of the donut. I was in
heaven and I was in hell. To eat human food, a donut at that. What
heaven. But to guess and guess wrong. To receive the pain of the cane, what
hell.
          No sooner had I finished the donut that two sailors jumped up
onto the table next to me and handcuffed my arms , spread eagle, above my
head , to ceiling pipes. Barrington had picked this spot for me to stand
at, on purpose.  Next , my legs were spread apart and each ankle was cuffed
to a table latch. There I stood, spread eagle, on top of a table, naked for
all to see. Barrington jumped up onto the table and was handed a cane. He
rubbed this thin flexible wooden torture instrument across my back, sending
shivers through my body. It's amazing how such a small simple thing can
cause such pain.
        "Now take a guess FAG. just say the sailors last name." I was in
such fear. But I knew I had to say a name. I looked at the crowd , pleading
with my eyes for help, but there was none. Then I caught sight of Greg,
leaving the room. I looked straight forward and said, Franklin. "Wrong
". whoosh, then pain. The crowd gasped . "Next" Barrington yelled, and I
said Its the Captain. "Wrong", then another whoosh , then pain. My body
bucked and I twisted. Smith. "Wrong" , whoosh and more pain. About 10 men
now left the room, but the vast majority stayed and watched. The men
watched the way people slow down and look at a car accident on a
roadway. The proverbial train wreck that you can't take your eyes away from
watching. I looked down at some of the guys closest to me and noticed a few
had hard ons tenting the front of their pants. I had become their sexual
entertainment. Barrington sure did know his crew.
        " Guess again FAG" yelled Barrington. Jones I muttered, "Wrong"
then more searing pain. Tears ran down my face and my back burned in
pain. But I noticed Barrington would strike me in a different places each
time. I guess he didn't want to tear my flesh and start me bleeding. After
25 blows with the cane, I became a wild man. No a wild FAG. Snot ran from
my nose, tears streamed down from my eyes. I was begging and pleading with
my master to stop whipping me. I twisted and pulled on the cuffs. I bucked
and thrust forward with each blow. I was starting to loose my mind. What if
I could not think of more names. What if I repeated names. Oh God please
don't let that happen. On the 30th blow my eyes saw flashes of light. My
mind was starting to turn off. "Make your next guess FAG" said
Barrington. In an almost whisper I said Sills. "Correct." said
Barrington. "You finally got it right you stupid FAG. I hope this teaches
you that you need to do a better job learning the taste of each mans
cum. If we're so kind as to feed you our cum, the least you could do is to
remember what it taste like." Guys clapped and turned to one another saying
that was fun. Slowly the men started leaving the room. As my cuffs were
being removed, Barrington said aloud that if anyone wanted to use a freshly
whipped FAG, to stay behind , that I'd be here for their enjoyment and
use. In shock I looked down at a group of about 10 guys, some of them the
nastiest on the ship. They stood in front of my table sporting obvious hard
ons. Oh God, not this, I can't take being fucked or forced to suck
cock. Not now, not with my burning bruised body. But I was helped off the
table and led to a very small low table when I was told bend over and
spread my legs. My pussy was exposed to all , and my head hung over the
table at just the right height. Barrington got a towel, wiped the tears and
snot from my face. He then turned to the guys. "See , it's all ready to go-
clean face, and no blood on the back. Enjoy , men." These guys normally had
zero concern for my feeling or pain level. I dreaded what was to come. A
line formed in front of my face and cocks were taken out, ready to be
sucked. Another line formed behind me, and I could hear the unmistakable
sound of zippers being pulled down. All of these hard ons , were the result
of the guys watching my whipping. Then the first guy sank his cock deep and
fast into my hole. My eyes went wide and my mouth opened ready to scream in
pain as his cock and body pressed against by whipped and battered
body. However before any sound could escape my mouth, a hard cock was
shoved into it. The guy grabbed my ears and started to violently face fuck
me. I thought I would die from the pain my body felt. But I guess what
saved me was my FAG training. I just concentrated on pleasing these men. I
used my mouth and ass, to squeeze and work the cum from each of the
men. When finished, I was led back to my room and left alone to sleep for
hours. A sleep I desperately needed.
        From that point till the end of the mission, sailors would often
bring me into the mess to use and humiliate me. Guys would get a slice of
bread and wipe their ass with it and tell me to eat it. Others would put a
tiny amount of coffee into a paper cup and then pee into the cup and jerk
off into the cup. They would then tell me to drink it. After all, it's the
way FAGs like it , bitter with cream ! It's amazing how creative men can
become in using piss and cum to add to foods in order to make fun of
someone. But in all honesty- I loved it. I loved every single minute of
it. After all, for years now I have been drinking pee, eating cum and FAG
Chow as my daily diet. Now I got to sample small amounts of human food
again. I was in GFAG heaven ! My thanks go out to Greg. Greg , my Greg. Oh
how I wish life had been different and we had found each other before I was
made a GFAG. But I guess it was not meant to be. Gregg kept promising me
that someday we would be together, that he would see to it. But I knew
better. I knew I was a FAG and would die a FAG. A life I also knew would
not last that much longer. After all I was getting older and when I was no
longer desirable, or to stretched out, I would be moved to the next level,
and we all know what that means.
        Then one day it just happened. The submarine stopped moving. For
hours I could here lots of noise in the hallway. The mission was over. I
would be removed from the submarine and given back to the Army. On the plus
side, Barrington would be out of my life again. But on the sad side, I
would lose Greg forever. As I pondered this last thought the hatch to my
room opened and two guards entered. A locking butt plug was roughly shoved
up my hole and locked in place. I was handcuffed behind my back and my feet
were loosely chained. A ball gag was placed in my mouth and fastened around
my head. "I guess you were one very good little FAG, because you and your
buddy FAGs have sold the Navy on joining the FAG program." Said the one
guard. "Actually , all the military branches are on board now, even a few
other countries have shown interest. To make sure there are enough FAGs to
go around almost all the military jails and prisons are being closed and
the inmates inside are being given new trials. The scum of the lot , and
that's almost all of them, are being turned into GFAGs just like you. Dame
I can't wait to power fuck some FAG pussy myself. They say this Navy base
is getting a GFAG next month. Dame I'm going to have that mother fuckers
hole bleeding in no time. Wait till it feels my 11" thick cock up its
hole. Sweet !" Then the two guards walked me off the sub, and into a
waiting FAG transport truck at the pier. Papers were signed and I was
handed back over to the Army. As the truck drove away I looked as best I
could to see if I could get one last glimpse of Greg, but no such luck.