Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2015 10:14:15 -0400
From: "tooluse2@gmail.com" <tooluse2@gmail.com>
Subject: GFAG  Chapter 3: The Punching Ceremony

GFAG
A story by Tom Tooluse

Chapter 3: The Punching Ceremony

This is a sexually explicit erotic gay story only to be read by mature
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From the looks of things the video of my Popping Ceremony was going to be a
big seller. Soldiers kept coming up to the sign and writing down the needed
information to order it. There had been a steady increase in the size of
the crowd since I was dragged back outside. There must be close to 400
soldiers standing around the grounds. It seems most of them had watched the
Pay to See video feed of my Popping Ceremony. Soldiers keep asking me how I
like Piss and Shit cocktails. My Donation bucket was near full. I must
admit I have had to take a few sips from it, the heat has been so
blistering and I'm not wearing any clothes. Many soldiers ask me to smile
so they can take pictures of my broken teeth. A lot of the soldiers have
walked behind me to take pictures of my bruised ass which is still leaking
cum and piss. Just when I thought things couldn't get worse- the government
throws in the Popping Ceremony. That single event has proven to me I'm no
longer a man. I was brought up believing men fuck , they don't get
fucked. I have become something new, but I'm not sure what it is. I just
wish today were over with. My body and mind can't take much more. Thank
goodness there are only about 4 hours left to go. The crowd keeps growing
and I'm afraid that can't be good for me. Off to my side I can see them
setting up the video cameras again, plus large video monitors have been set
up. Far off by the Administration building I can see the Vet walking this
way, carrying a large black bag. Perhaps he's coming to check out the
damage done to me during the Popping Ceremony. That must be it. It's
nothing for me to worry about. The MPs have moved a small table towards me
, which is only about crotch high. Another MP is unrolling an electrical
extension cord- the thick heavy duty type. I'm guessing the Vet needs
someplace to place his equipment , and something to plug them into. As the
crowd sees the Vet approach , they move closer to me.

     Once again the Vet ignored me. He walked over to the table and started
placing items from his bag onto it. I don't recognize any of the items. One
looks like a child's flute. On one end its concave with a protruding rim
running around it and an X shaped inprint..There is a small hollow tunnel
running the entire length ending at the X cutout. Another item looks like a
thin long rod ending in a T shaped handle, Then he lifts out something , it
could be a soldering gun with an electrical cord attached to it.  The last
item he takes from the bag is a small box- the kind a ring would come
in. He lifts his bag and walks behind me. I hear him fumbling in the
bag. Then a bottle cap opening- a squishy sound. Then - oh no, not again. I
can fell him shoving that metal anal plug lock up my ass again. It hurts
going in even more this time, since my ass aches from having been roughly
fucked. The crowd starts laughing and mocking me as they watch my painful
facial expressions. Pop and the plug is inside me. This time the Vet
quickly twisted the end screw on the plug expanding the plug inside my
ass. He locks it with the key and comes around to my front.

        He finally looks up at me. "Do you know what neutering is"?. He
asks me. Upon hearing that my head popped up and my eyes stare into
his. Panic spread across my face. I clenched my fists and tried to back
away my crotch. Not knowing if I was allowed to speak, I remained quiet.
He patted me on my head like a puppy dog and giggled "I see you know what
it is. Don't worry, I'm not going to neuter you." He went on
explaining. "In order to keep an animal from reproducing , we cut away the
animals-reproductive organs" " Now you must keep in mind- your not a human-
your not a slave - your actually something below an animal. So society
doesn't want you to reproduce either". My mind started spinning. I was
hearing words like animal- cut- reproduce- society. My God this can't be
happening. Won't someone save me? The Vet proceeded. "neutering is so
permanent , so extreme I never enjoy doing it to animals. I feel so sorry
for them. You on the other hand, I don't think I'd feel bad about
neutering. However In your case the U.S. Government has come up with a few
procedures that basically have the same end result, but can be reversed ,
not that it ever is. Who knows , someday they may want to breed things like
you. You know their breeding slaves now. " " Plus these new procedures will
drive you sexually crazy and cause you ever increasing pain and discomfort
- which is what we truly wish to achieve. Remember your a living example to
all soldiers that they better not desert- or their fate will be the same as
yours". "Now for the procedure" He fiddled with a few things on the
table. He placed a small metal, X shaped item ,that he had taken from the
jewel box and fit it on the end of the flute. He sprayed something onto the
flute. Next he turned back towards me, grabbed my cock- shoved the end of
the flute into my cock shaft pushing my cock head almost into my body. Then
he pulled my bunched up cock skin far forward up the flute. The Vet slid
the silver rod into the far end of the flute canal till it connected with
the metal X object at the other end, and turned it. Four needles popped out
from inside my cock shaft.  I screeched in pain. I could see metal needles
being pushed from inside my cock shaft, outward, piercing my shaft
skin. Ignoring my pain , the Vet then grabbed the item that looked like a
soldering iron- crimped and melted the four needles sticking out of my cock
shaft. " All done" You have now been fitted with a "No Grow" "The - No
Grow- is the newest anti reproductive implant for GFAGs. It is so simple
yet so effective. It's just a small metal device in the shape of a large X
that partially covers your piss slit and cock head. It's now permanently
inserted and secured in your penis shaft.  The metal implant is made up of
millions of microscopic sharp barbs. The barbs are then coated in a
material that will not join with or slice through skin. The beauty of this
little baby is that every time you get a hard on you will feel excruciating
pain. As your cock fills with blood and expands- the head of your cock will
try to expand forward. However your cock will be blocked by the "No
Grow". Your cock will continue expanding pressing harder and harder against
the "No Grow". That's when those millions of microscopic small barbs will
pinch , stab and dig into your cock head and piss slit. It will feel like a
sharp knife is slicing your cock head into quarters. Yet the coating on the
barbs actually stops it from doing that. So there is no way your cock head
can grow around it, or be cut by it. But the joy is, it will feel like it's
being cut and sliced.  Best of all, It's there for life. Plus as an added
humorous benefit. Wiith all that excess gathered foreskin flopping around
up front- others can pull on the foreskin causing you more pain. When you
piss, it will be downright comical. You will piss like a fountain in all
different directions, wetting yourself every time. Here now, swallow this"
- and the Vet shoved a pill in my mouth. I obeyed and swallowed." I just
gave you a time release cock expanding pill. It will take a few minutes to
kick in. But when it does- the crowd will have a good show"" your cock is
going to start getting hard on its own- pressing against that new " No
Grow" causing you real agony" then all by itself, your cock will go soft
and limp. Then in ten minutes or so- hard again and more pain- then soft -
then hard and so on. Best of all you will have no way to control your own
hard on. Enjoy it animal" and he left. But before he walked away he said to
the MPs " Make sure the Markers rub down the areas with alcohol- we don't
want infection"

           How can humans be so cruel. Just a few days ago I was one of
them. Now they don't even consider me a human. I've been humiliated beyond
anyone's limits. I've been used by men and forced to drink piss. Now, I've
been denied reproduction and sex itself has become a form of torture. I
have nothing left, nothing at all. As I hung there I looked into the
crowd. To them it was like they were at a concert. They talked and laughed
with their buddies. Every now and then a guy would go inside the barracks
or Administration building and bring out a few beers for himself and his
buddies. As the crowd got drunker they would taunt me more often for their
own enjoyment and as something to do while they waited for the next
humiliating act. Oh shit- oh shit- I almost said the words out loud, but
caught myself in time. My cock was growing hard. A young blond women
soldier in the front row noticed it and yelled ""He's growing-- look". The
cameras zoomed in - the crowd got quiet, and sure enough my cock grew
hard. The shaft filled with blood and forced my cock head forward inside my
new extended foreskin. All of a sudden my sensitive cock head was stopped
by the "NO GROW" implant. But my cock was determined to expand. It grew
more bloated and tried to force its way forward. But the NO GROW dug into
the skin of my cock head as it blocked its growth. I screamed loudly in
pain. It felt as if a sharp knife was slicing through my piss slit and
dicing my cock head. I yelled at the top of my lungs and danced and pulled
at my bindings , trying to free myself and end the pain. A loud roar came
from the crowd as they cheered and hooted. Again a stabbing pain- then
another. I tried to will my cock to go soft- but it wouldn't. " Look at him
dance" a middle aged officer yelled out. " anyone want to take him to the
next Officers Club Dance". Again more laughing and clapping. Just as
suddenly as it grew- my cock began to shrink, and the pain ended. I took
long deep breaths and I could feel the sweat dripping from my face onto my
chest. " Dame , it's over" a young private yelled. " Yes- but Old Faithful,
will shoot up again soon enough "a soldier in the far left said , and they
all laughed again. This on again off again pain went on for about 30
minutes. From the far right two new soldiers approached me. They had on
rubber gloves and bags containing equipment. The MP on my right yelled over
to his buddy on my left " The Markers " are here. With that the MP reminded
them about the alcohol. They nodded and took out vials of dye, and electric
tools - and a strange stick with a cord on the end and a round buckle sized
metal emblem on its front. It's from emblem was kind of like the Army
emblem. They plugged the stick instrument into an outlet and set it on the
side. They inserted a few dye vials into their tools and opened bottles of
rubbing alcohol. Just then the pill kicked in again and I screamed and
started thrashing around. " I got punched hard in the gut by one of the
Markers , and he said " If you move around- even a tiny tiny bit while I'm
working- I'll stick this in your eye and blind you - and I'm not kidding--
got it !!" I nodded yes, and from his tone and the look on his face, I knew
he wasn't kidding. The Markers rubbed alcohol on my entire back, forehead
and two arms. By the time they were done rubbing alcohol on me my cock had
gone soft again. Thank goodness.

      The crowd was now quiet and all eyes were on the Markers and me. On
my right side the one Marker plugged in his tool and turned it on. I gave
it a closer look- it was a tattoo gun. He pressed it against the top of my
right arm and started tattooing away. " I'm tattooing your ID number 13567
and a bar code on you. This will make it easier for your masters to inspect
, assign and process you animal." The tattoo was painful, but nothing
compared to what I had been through today, so it was easy to not move. My
ID and Barcode was almost complete when the other Marker picked up the
plugged in stick like instrument. I couldn't make it out. Then he turned
the emblem side towards me. Oh Shit No !! It was glowing- the metal emblem
was glowing red hot. It was a branding iron. They were going to brand me
like I was cattle. They are truly treating me like an animal. To them I
have a hide to mark and brand.  The emblem I saw at the front end of the
branding stick WAS that of the Army. It had words around it saying Army
Property GFAG. I yelled out "No- No- not that- I'm not" and then the guard
took out his electric taser and touched it to my left nipple, I convulsed
and then went limp. " What did I tell you Animal- No talking-ever". There I
hung- cattle to be branded. The Marker lifted the electric branding stick
and firmly pressed it on the upper part of my left arm. I could hear my own
flesh sizzling like bacon and smell the burning flesh. The Marker pushed on
the stick harder and more firmly against by arm. After a bit of time , that
to me felt like forever, he pulled it away. It was like being in a car
accident. Time stood still for me. My mind darted from thought to
thought. I think I was yelling and screaming at the top of my lungs, but I
couldn't hear anything. In front of me I could see the mouths and lips of
the crowd moving- but I couldn't hear their shouts . But then reality came
crashing back as a hose was turned on and I was drenched in ice cold
water. My hearing came back as did the pain in my arm. Once again the crowd
cheered. they started chanting "animal, animal, animal" A reporter came up
to the two Markers- the video cameras were turned towards them and the
reporter started asking them questions about their job. Did they enjoy it ,
why so, how many FAGs had they marked and branded, how did they get started
in the field and so on. For at least a few minutes I could just hang there
and not be the center of attention. It was good to be left alone. To not be
hurt or humiliated. To be allowed time to hurt inside about all that has
happened to me. "Well- we have to get back to work " I heard the one Marker
say to the reporter. The crowed started clapping as the Markers returned to
me. Once again alcohol was rubbed on my forehead, head, neck and back. A
public address mic was handed to one of the Markers. As he spoke he looked
at the crowd and every now and then glanced my way. "This piece of shit
hanging behind me has committed an unforgivable crime. Mere ID tattooing
and Property branding is not enough. Its worthlessness - its status and its
shame should be on display at all times. It's shame should be displayed for
everyone to see, forever. So the government has directed us to tattoo , in
large bold black letters "FAG" across Its entire forehead" the crowd went
wild with clapping and hooting. He continued speaking " In the old American
West, if a Cavalry Soldier was a coward- he would be marched out of the
fort, but first a yellow stripe would be painted on his back. The
international sign of cowardice. Today we will carry on that Nobel
tradition. As I tattoo FAG across its forehead , my buddy here will tattoo
a nice bright yellow one inch stripe from the deserters ass crack, up along
his cowardly backbone, up his neck over his brainless uncaring naked head,
ending at Its forehead." Hearing what they were about to do to me. How I
would be marked forever. Marked in a way that could never be hidden or
removed , I burst into tears. I started to audible sob. Saying to myself,
Why me. Why me. I just want to go home. I just want my family. Almost as
planned, the pill kicked in again and my cock started to grow- pain racked
my body, I shook all over. I was sobbing and shaking. The Marker, who was
about to start tattooing FAG on my forehead noticed what was happening. He
looked in my eyes, put a smile on his face, lifted the tattoo gun , and
brought it dangerously close to my eye. "Make me happy- move some more
bitch". I froze - I stopped squirming and just rode out the pain. Finally
the pill allowed my cock to go limp, and the only pain I could feel was
that of a tattoo gun on my back and on my forehead. Pain now, always seemed
to be there. My life had now been turned into degrees of pain. I was now a
yellow stripped- tattooed- branded- piss drinking ass fucked - naked -
hairless freak. Someday, I could only hope , someday, this would all end
and I could go back to being John, not 13567.

       I don't know when he arrived, but standing next to me was The Base
Commander once again. He was making small talk with the MPs as the Markers
were finishing up their work. Looking my way he said. "Well your day is
almost complete. I bet you think that's a good thing!" On the large open
grounds in front of me I could see long lines of marching soldiers coming
out of every barracks and every building on base. The crowd immediately in
front of me broke up and each soldier joined with the line of marching
soldiers to which he belonged. Each group of marching soldiers made precise
military rows facing in my direction.There must have been two thousand
soldiers , all in rows - all at attention - all looking at me. My God ,
whatever this next punishment was- it was required viewing for the entire
base. I glanced down at the MPs watch and noticed it was about 5:45
pm. This must be the Punching Ceremony the Judge spoke of. A cold sweat
came over me. My body started to shake again. Thank goodness the Markers
were done with their tattoos and were being congratulated by the Commander
for such good work. This shaking I could not control. I'm sure the Marker
would have blinded me for moving had he still been working. My mouth was
dry, but I dared not take a sip from my Donation bucket. At last The
Commander came forward and took the microphone . At once two thousand sets
of heals came together and two thousand hands went up to salute. The
Commander returned the salute and said at ease. You could hear the the
soldiers shift position. The Commander began to speak " Article 18968 of
The Military Code requires all personnel on base to witness the Punching
Ceremony. It also requires me to speak with the coward for one last
time. It is your duty as soldiers to view his shame and remember the same
fate awaits any one of you if you dare desert. The code requires me to ,
not explain the punishment for " animals" clarification, but to , describe
, the punishment to increase the animals fear and dread." With that said he
looked back at me. " I have no idea of what crazy thoughts run threw a
cowards mind. Is it fear of the pain of a bullet or a bomb. Or is it a self
centered desire to please only his needs. Whatever the thoughts were, this
thing behind me was not man enough to control his thoughts and fears. Which
is why it is no longer a human. Before being sent away for modification and
training- the Army has granted us the privilege of being able to enforce
and view this time honored Punching Ceremony. There is a pain that makes
every single man on the planet recoil in fear. A pain we men dread worse
than a bullet or bomb. Any one of us can sit through a movie loaded with
gun fire, bombs and killing, yet there is one sight that will make each of
us grab ourselfs in self defense and audibly groan out loud just witnessing
the act. That action- that pain- is when a man is kicked or punched hard in
his TESTICLES." As The Commander said those words I could hear a very very
faint moan from the ranks." Therefore it is only appropriate and fitting
that the government inflict upon this animal, as punishment , the ultimate
pain."" They can't do this. Their going to punch my BALLS as thousands
watch. "But we are not going to just punch this things TESTICLES.  That
would not be justice nor revenge enough for its actions" Oh no- please not
more , I begged silently. " This thing still feels there is hope. This
thing behind me, is still holding onto the false believe that this was
somehow a mistake and that it will all be turned around and its life will
go back to the way it was. This thing still believes in its heart and mind
that it has rights. It feels that we the authorities can only go so far in
punishing it and then we must stop. But this animal is wrong. There is no
limit to what we can and will do to it. The government has thus come up
with the Punching Ceremony. This is a way to once and for always impart
upon the animal that it is a thing and has no rights. There is no limit to
what we can and will do to it. That there is no hope- no end - EVER- to its
life as a FAG. The animal lives now only to serve. Forever. Its true, the
Punching Ceremony will inflict the ultimate pain and humiliation upon the
animal. But it will also, once and for always , sear in animals brain that
we the government can take everything away from it, including if we wish
its most prized possession " once again The Commander looked back at me and
smiled. "the Army always asks for volunteers to actually carry out The
Punching.  For this Punching Ceremony an exceptional and distinguish
officer has volunteered and been accepted. Please give a hearty round of
applause for Sgt. Frank Biggs." With that the ranks all began clapping and
my heart sank. They were correct- all hope is now gone. Sgt. Frank Biggs
walked from the sides and stood next to the Commanding Officer and they
shook hands. The Commander then instructed "Sgt Biggs, why don't you go
over and say hello to the animal" " while Sgt Biggs says hello. Let me tell
you that Sgt. Biggs was the animals PT Instructor during Basic Training. In
his reports to command, Sgt Biggs said there was something wrong about that
animal behind us and that the Army should watch him closely. We should have
taken the Sgts. Wise advice." Sgt Biggs approached me. He once again had
that evil grin on his face. " My my- look at the big muscled hot shot stud
now. Chained to poles and about to be my play toy. I always knew I'd have
the last laugh !" Biggs then grabbed my right tit and and squeezed it and
twisted it as hard as he could, making sure his finger nail dug in deep. I
twisted my head in pain and looked out at the massive gathering. Biggs then
moved the small crotch high table in front of me. The Commander spoke
again. " To my right and holding the actual Puncher is The Veterinarian ,
Doctor Nutarian. Veterinarian Nutarian will be assisting us today." I
leaned my head as far to the side as I could, trying to get a good look at
the machine the Vet was holding. The machine they had called The Puncher.
The machine was painted all black . It was made of some kind of heavy steel
or iron. The machine was about two foot tall. It had a kind of heavy duty
hydraulic or spring mechanism along the sides attached to two massive one
inch thick steel grated plates. The plates sat on top of one another like
piled weights in a gym.

         The Commanding Officer saw me looking at The Puncher. " See
anything you like, Animal ? Soon enough you and The Puncher will get real
close to one another" With that the troops started to laugh. " Gentlemen,
please take your positions. Sgt Biggs was handed The Puncher and he placed
it on the table in front of me. He lifted one of the thick heavy plates. I
noticed that the bottom plate was not only grated, but it also had a slight
indentation and small grove to the side. At the top of the machine was a
red button that I hadn't see before. The Vet went over to the medical bag
he had on the ground and reached in for something. He lifted the small item
from the bag and careful put it in his pocket. By now my heart was
pounding. My shaking was out of control. I could not imagine how the pain
of getting hit in the balls would feel. I could not imagine how that
machine was involved in hitting me in my balls. I looked around, like an
animal, looking for a place to run- but I was chained and could not
move. Video cameras had moved in. The video monitors showed my image for
all to see, even those towards the very back.The cameras were now focused
on my face, focused on my my shaking body and focused on my balls.

           Everything became very quiet. The Commander spoke. "GFAG 13567,
you have been found guilty of cowardice and desertion. As final punishment
before being transferred to a Modification and Training Center, we will now
execute the Punching Ceremony as dictated by the court and the laws of the
United States and its Army. When directed, The Veterinarian will make a
slice in your scrotum with his scalpel. Keep in mind NO pain killer of any
kind will be given to you. The Vet will then feel inside your scrotum for
your right testicle . Upon finding it he will pull it out of your scrotum
sack stretching it as far forward as your ball cord will allow.. Sgt. Biggs
will then take the testicle from him and place it in the center of the
bottom plate of The Puncher. Sgt Biggs will then place your naked
vulnerable testicle cord into the plates groove. At the appropriate time,
Sgt. Biggs will press the red button at the top of The Puncher . At that
point the top plate will shoot downward

At 450 psig. Which is the same force used by an aircraft carrier catapult
to launch an aircraft. The two one inch steel plates will slam together,
with your testicle trapped between them. Your right testicle will be
pulverized . Your precious right testicle will be no more. I can not even
imagine such pain!!  I must warn those of you in the front row that you may
wish to move back since there will be spray emitted as the testicle is
flattened and bursts open. Plus often the FAG vomits uncontrollably and has
been known to lose body control. " with that said I lost all control of my
bladder and started urinating. " There she blows" someone yelled out. Piss
shot from my now deformed cock shaft with its very long foreskin. The piss
splattered in all directions like a fountain out of control. Most of it
hitting me and the ground- but a few spurts did hit Biggs and the
Vet. Without hesitation Sgt. Biggs walked to me and punched me three times
in the face- cracking another tooth. I was beyond crying, beyond fear. I
was totally numb. It was as though I were someone else looking down from
above at my body below. I was totally limp and lifeless as I hung there.

          The Vet walked towards me. He took out the item he had hidden in
his pocket earlier, a scalpel. He lifted the knife and aimed the point
towards my ball sack. In almost a whimper I looked into his eyes and said
"Please Don't". He jabbed the pointy end of the scalpel into my flesh and
slit open a section of my ball sack. A few drops of blood formed along the
slit. It became difficult for me to breath. I sucked in air hard and
fast. "Please No" I whimpered again. This time I could here my own voice
echo from the large monitors that were set up for the crowd to view. I felt
pressure in my scrotum as the Vets fingers fished around inside my
scrotum. My mind would not accept this was happening. Then I saw the Vet
pull out an oval shaped grayish white mass. It was my ball. Attached to it
was a white vein like cord that ran back into my sack. That's my ball I
thought to myself- he's holding my testicle in his hand. He has actually
reached into my body and pulled out my testicle. My testicle was handed to
Sgt. Biggs , who deliberately squeezed the ball and its cord as he placed
it on the bottom plate of The Punching machine. I truly had no hope left in
life. They had total power and control over me. They could do anything-
anything they wished. I was property. I was just a thing that they now
owned and used. My insides turned and I felt nauseous. A drum role could be
heard from the band positioned in the back of the ranks. I watched as Sgt
Biggs made sure my ball was properly centered on the bottom plate of the
Punching Machine. He inserted my ball cord into the plates groove. Looking
up at me. Gave my ball one last hard squeeze between his large manly
fingers. Then he smiled that evil grin and said "Say goodbye to it FAG" and
he laughed. Then in unison the crowd began to count backward. 10, 9, 8. The
drum role continued. The Commander turned to me and said " At any time- any
time, we can destroy your left testicle or even cut off your penis. Our
power over you is supreme and total. We control even life and death
itself." The drums got louder as did the crowds countdown , 6, 5, 4. My
head lifted to look up at Sgt. Biggs. His eyes showed hatred and revenge. I
then looked down at his finger above the red button. In my brain everything
shifted into slow motion. three, two , One. The crowd of solders all yelled
"PUNCH IT !!!" , Sgt. Biggs finger pressed down on the button, and , and,
and my body convulsed . I did all that the Commanding Officer had warned
the crowd I might do. Then thankfully, I blacked out.