Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2015 10:16:11 -0400
From: "tooluse2@gmail.com" <tooluse2@gmail.com>
Subject: GFAG  Chapter 4: Training and Modification

GFAG
A Story by Tom Tooluse
Chapter 4: Training and Modification

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I was groggy and still half asleep. But I kept hearing a snapping
sound. The sound got louder and louder and I struggled to open my
eyes. Before me was a hand- a hand that was continually snapping its
fingers. "Wake up 13567- wake up" a voice kept saying. I opened my eyes and
I was seated. No. I was fastened to a chair in a brightly light room. The
room had off white painted cinder block walls, like those in the basement
of hospitals. "Wake up- wake up" insisted the voice. "13567 , look over
here". It was then that I noticed I was surrounded by three guards in black
and a guy in a white lab coat. The man in the lab coat continued talking. "
You had better get used to answering quickly to a variety of names or your
going to be a very sorry FAG. Humans will call you many different names;
GFAG, FAG, Animal, It, cocksucker, pussy, twat, bitch, lips, gums, single
dingle, and I'm sure the list will be longer" he said single dingle. Oh
God, this was not a nightmare. At that point I glanced down at my now half
empty , aching, ball sack. The sack was black and blue and looked like it
had been used as a punching bag. It hurt so bad I thought I could even see
it throbbing from the pain. At seeing me look at my ball sack, the man
spoke again. " Hell- that was a great Punching Ceremony. One of the best I
have ever seen. Boy did that muscular body of yours go ballistic when the
plates from The Puncher came crashing down. I never saw a body contort in
so many different ways. You don't know it , but your kind of famous. The
orders for the video of your Popping Ceremony have gone through the
roof. Your every action during that ceremony was video taped and ordered by
millions. Hell , more men will soon be jerking off to your tortures than
any GFAG ever. Your making the government so much money, that their
releasing a deluxe video set that will include your courtroom scenes, the
Before and Afterward photo stills, base Commons action and the Punching
Ceremony. They expect to make tons of money off you!"  OH NO, I was going
to become visual jerk off material for millions of horny men to watch and
jerk off to. How could all this have happened so quickly.

      I looked around the room. " No , your not on base any longer. You
have been blacked out for about a day now. The Vet back at base , fixed
what was left of your ball cord after the ball itself was crushed. He also
stitched together your ball sack, so you wouldn't bleed to death. You were
then thrown into an animal cage and trucked here. Your in a Modification
and Training Center, about 4 hours from the base. It's here were we will
prepare you for your future". I looked up at the man. My eyes got wide , I
opened my mouth to speak, but then closed it again. . "Good !  You
remembered your never permitted to speak , unless directly told to do so by
a human. After scanning your arm bar code and reading your file, I see you
went through a Quick Start Basic Training Camp. Because of that, chances
are there were no GFAGs assigned to the enlisted men at your camp. At this
time most FAGs are only assigned to large regular Training Camps. That
means you have no idea what a FAG is and what your life will be." I shook
my head no, and he laughed, as did the guards. "Well you have some shocking
news coming your way!"

        He continued " In the old days, scientist thought sex drained a
mans energy and made him a poor athlete and soldier. Army officers would do
everything they could to stop their men from having sex. However today we
know a lot more about men and how their body operates. Modern scientists
have proven , without a shadow of doubt, that sex helps a soldier fight
better. They actually found out that the more sex a man has the fiercer a
warrior he becomes. Study after study proved it would be in the best
interest of the Army to encourage their soldiers to have sex often. Studies
also showed that worries and fears led to anxiety in men which decreased
their fighting ability. Yet when the soldier was able to take out his
frustrations on something else- it boosted their ego and fighting
ability. The government tried many programs to institute their findings. At
first, the government hired female prostitutes for the troops. However the
women could not handle the work load and many of them ended up in hospitals
with damaged pussies. Plus they didn't take well to the encouraged
aggressive actions of the soldiers. Next the government brought in female
slaves. However again, the work load was to much for them and they became
damaged, sometimes permanently. Plus most slaves being uneducated, also
ended up pregnant. The hospital down time and constant abortions , forced
the government to drop that program. Then by luck, something happened that
made all the scientific findings possible to institute.

      "On a front line fighting base, in some out of the way country , a
soldier kept steeling from all his buddies. Finally the men got sick of
it. Since they were far from civilization the men dealt out their own
revenge. For a month they used the thief as their sex slave. He didn't die,
he didn't get pregnant and his ass hole didn't get destroyed. That was the
beginning of the GFAG program. From that point onward the government knew
exactly what it needed to allow its soldiers to become better fighters. It
needed a thing, an animal. An animal with no rights and no say. An animal
that could be used and abused over and over again. " Then he looked down at
me. "13567 you are the Physical , Emotional and Sexual Pleasure Animal. You
will be used and abused by any and all Military Personnel.  Military men
have the unlimited power to do anything they want to you. More than that,
they will be continually encouraged to use and abuse you, to make them
better fighting machines. The more they belittle you and call you names and
humiliate you, the stronger their ego becomes. The more they slap- kick or
punch you, the more anxiety they lose. Best of all , the more often they
face fuck you, have you suck their cocks, and swallow their cum and piss
the better they fight. The more they fuck you and ravage you, the fiercer
they become. Your abuse will make real men , human men, better fighting
machines. Never expect sympathy or mercy. Soldiers will be trained to be
merciless and cruel to you. It will make them feel great , plus teach them
a daily lesson about the consequences of desertion. Enlisted men have the
right to do anything to you except disfigure you. However officers have
that right, and they often use it. For the rest of you life you are to be
humiliated, tortured and used as a sex object for hundreds , maybe
thousands of men. Until of course , you are no longer pleasing or
functional.  At which time you will be disposed of , after the Army
collects any salvageable parts from you." He looked down at me and gently
took his hand and stroked it along my face, pecs and chest.  "You have a
real nice body , which will be pleasing to the troops. Men enjoy certain
parts of a women's anatomy , but all in all they enjoy the bulk and
durability of a muscular body. Your lucky your so well developed and
muscular, we have decided we will allow you to keep your current look. We
may even enhance it. Most GFAGs usually end up radically modified, and end
up looking like prom queens." My mind was frozen. I could not believe what
I was hearing. My life was to be a living Hell. I would be a punching bag
and a cum dump for the rest of my life. I was numb. I could never. How
could I . Is it even possible. Perhaps the man was lying to me. Or perhaps
it was a cruel joke.

        I was strapped into the chair I was seated in. Restraints went
around my feet, legs, arms, wrists , waist and chest. I could move my head
a little, but that was about it. As always, I was totally naked. The guy
with the lab coat walked away from me, and went to the far side of the
room. He returned with a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a hand held vice grip
type of tool, a steel ring a needle and a shiny silver thick nail. Without
even saying a word. He grabbed the end of my cock foreskin. Pulled it
roughly forward. About an inch from its end he applied alcohol, took the
nail and jabbed it straight through the skin of my cock. I tried to thrash
around, but could not move. As I opened my mouth to scream, a guard shoved
in a ball gage and fastened it around my head. Muffled noise from me is all
that could now be heard. The man inserted the steel ring through the hole
in the flesh of my foreskin. The vice grip type tool was placed over
it. There was intense heat. The ring closed , and was fastened shut. The
ring was now a part of my body as was the earring rings and nose ring. "
Well that looks good" commented the man. "Your never going to use your cock
ever again. But the cock ring does give us a great place to hook up a
chain. Plus the soldiers enjoy hooking up your leash to your cock ring when
they take you out for walks, as they would a pet dog". Below a slave, below
a dog, that's how low I am. "We have a lot of modifications that still need
to be made on you. Their rather intense, so we're going to sedate you for
about two or three weeks. We're not doing this to save you the pain. It's
just that most of the procedures are better done when there is no possible
chance of you moving about during the operations and recovery periods. The
three guards you see here are the lucky winners of this months Poker
tournament. They get the enjoyment of taking turns punching you in the
mouth till most of your front teeth are knocked out. It gives them boxing
practice and saves the Vet a little time when extracting your front teeth
." The guards undid by ball gag. Attached the chairs head restraint to my
head, fastening it tight. I could no longer move my head even an inch. The
first guard moved in front of me. He undid his shirt to reveal large
muscular arms. A smile came over his face as he approached me. But just
then a needle was injected into my arm. I felt the first painful punch,
then drifted off into unconsciousness.

               Someone was shaking my shoulder and yelling "wake up FAG,
wake up !". It took time, but eventually I opened my eyes and looked about
the room. It was a medical room,

filled with all types of instruments and cabinets holding medical supplies
and medicines.  Above me was a large focused light. Beneath me was a cold
metal table, the kind you would find in an animal hospital operating
room. Again a hand was shaking my shoulder " Get the fuck up, 13567. You
have already wasted two weeks of service lying around here waiting to
heal. Get up so you can become a useful animal". My eyes looked to my right
and focused in on a Veterinarian, in a white lab coat. "Well well animal- I
see the drugs have finally worn off and your with us once again. I'm always
amazed you FAGs don't die during all those modification
operations. Goodness knows we waste very few drugs to fight infection on
things like you. Plus this isn't always the most sterile place. Hell I
operated on a dog , on the very table your lying on , just yesterday." I
glanced down at my body which had cloth bandages wrapped around my crotch,
my chest, my throat and my jaw. There was a mild aching pain in those areas
, but nothing severe. I tried to move but noticed I was strapped to the
table. "Everything should be close to healed by now. Today is the big
unveiling day. I'm going to cut off your bandages and show the world a new
government service animal. As I undo each area I will explain to you what
modifications were done to you and how they will enhance the pleasure of
the service men who will be using you." That was to be my new life. The
life of a service animal. An animal totally owned and controlled by the
Army. To be used and abused by hundreds and hundreds of cruel horny
soldiers.

            The Vet moved towards my face with a pair of scissors and
slowly stated cutting away the bandages from my jaw. "Let's go from top
down. I'll start by removing the facial bandages, and tell you about
changes that have been made to that area. Do you remember being punched in
the mouth over and over again before the drugs took affect and you became
unconscious ?" I nodded the best I could. " Good the Vet said. We did want
you to experience at least a little of the pain before we got down to
business. The winning guards really did enjoy themselves. Officer Paul
managed to punch out three front teeth all on his own. That was very
impressive. However he is our boxing instructor so it's to be expected." As
he was saying that I tried to use my tongue to feel inside my mouth for my
teeth. However my tongue felt strange. " Well , the six center top teeth
and the six center lower teeth have all been permanently removed from your
mouth. Some were punched out and others just yanked out. That will give you
a nice large center opening in your mouth to better suck off soldiers. Now
there will be no chance of teeth accidentally getting in the way and
scratching or biting a hard cock as it enjoys your tight warm mouth. With
nothing in the way, just imagine how nice and tight you can make the vacuum
of your mouth as you suck off a horny guy. Plus you won't be needing those
teeth any longer. From now on you will be feed "FAG CHOW". Its like a real
real cheap version of "Slave Chow". It contains all the animal byproducts
that we wouldn't even put in a slaves food. You know, animal beaks ,
intestines, anal openings, veins, etc. It's then mashed up into a kind of
paste, along with items such as testosterone, vitamins and other nutrients
your body will need to stay healthy, horny and in your case, muscular. It
tastes rather bitter , but don't worry about that. I'm sure the soldiers
will be adding a few items of their own to your food every now and
then. Something to ,, how should I put it,, spice it up." with that said, I
could here laughing behind me. I guess there must be guards or others back
there. "Plus the CHOW is almost 100% absorbed by your body. That will make
it virtually unnecessary for you to ever shit. Your pussy pipes will always
be nice and clean for the men to fuck. Where your teeth used to be, the
gums and skin have been reinforced to keep your face from puckering in like
some toothless old guy. Then the top portion of the gum line has been
injected with a substance that makes the gums all puffy and soft. Just
imagine had good that will feel to a nice hard cock rubbing against those
pouty gums as it face fucks you. Next we slit the back left , right , and
underside of your tongue. We then readjusted your tongues shape and
length. Your tongue is now almost an inch longer and it comes to a
point. That could never have been done if you had front teeth. You would
always be biting your tongue. But since no front teeth- it's easy. Imagine
how great that new tongue will feel to a new recruit getting his first ass
rimming. Your nice long pointy wet tongue sticking way up inside the
recruits tight warm smelly ass hole. Dame will that recruit be moaning in
pleasure!" I'm a toothless ass licker. "On some FAGs, especially the ones
we make super feminine,we take out their vocal cords so they can never
speak again." Otherwise their masculine voice would ruin the feminine
effect." My eyes shot up in fear to look into his eyes. "But your a lucky
animal. We want to keep that macho look and sound you have. We think it
will make it more fun for the soldiers as they use you. Your vocal cords
were left intact. Your "FAG Food" will have steroids mixed in to help keep
those muscles you have. But we did remove your tonsils and used Botox to
kill the nerves at the entrance to your throat. That means you have no gag
reflex. Any cock- no matter how thick or how long can now fuck all the way
back into your throat. Nothing to stop it as it invades your throat. Plus
that throat holds a nice surprise thanks to modern medicine. A Friction
Sensor has been embedded in your throat. As a hard cock that's about to cum
starts fucking your throat faster and faster, the sensor will detect the
increased friction, sending small electrical shocks to your throat
muscles. That will cause your throat muscles to convulse , giving fantastic
rippling sensations to the invading cock." He had just finished cutting off
the last of the facial bandages and was admiring his work. " That mouth and
throat will now give unbelievable joy to a lot of cocks".

        " The Vet at your Punching Ceremony. I think his name is
Dr. Nutarian. Made a note in your file how sensitive your nipples seemed
when Sgt. Biggs twisted and pinched them." As he was saying this, the Vet
was cutting away the bandages from my chest."We all thought it would be
great fun to dramatically increase their sensitivity. This way when
soldiers pinch, squeeze or twist your nipples, it should make your life a
little more unbearable. So we have used drugs to hyper sensitize them for
you. I light touch will have your moaning like a girl. But a hard twist or
pinch will have you biting your lip. Oh please excuse me. You don't have
any teeth to bite your lip with any longer." Again there was loud laughing
from behind me. "To round things out, we have enlarged and extended your
nips. They almost look like stiff pointy girly nipples now. That will make
them even more enticing for soldiers to play with. Your rock hard abs and
six pack is a great feature. That's why we left you the way you are and
didn't dramatically feminize you. We wanted to enhance that chest not
destroy it. So we increased the size of your pecks. We have made them
larger- kind of like the pecks you see on an overly built muscular body
builder. Your pecks are now nice and tight and firm but right on the line
in size between manly chest pecks and a women's tits. All topped of by nice
large hard pointy nipples. That should give the guys something to grab onto
and enjoy!"

         " Last, but not least- lets undo the bandages from your crotch."
Scissors started cutting into the bandages , and layer after layer was
removed. " If I do say so myself. Our team has out done itself on your
crotch modifications. A mans prostate is his G Spot. It can give him
uncontrolled sexual pleasure. But alas your not a man , your an animal. So
for you we have made some unique alterations and modifications. First we
have doubled the size of your prostrate. Making it almost Impossible not to
be battered by a fucking cock. We then injected that same hyper sensitive
drug we used on your nipples on your now overly large prostrate. Just
touching your prostrate will make you go sexually crazy. Imagine the
feeling as a hard cock is hammering it. Every time a soldier is fucking
your ass- he will hit your now larger prostate. The longer he fucks you-
the more out of control will be your sex urges and pleasure. Soon you will
be bouncing around and moaning like a bitch in heat, totally unable to
control yourself. You may think that's a good thing. But for you it's
not. You see my team also inserted a "Flip Valve" in your prostate. That's
a tiny little mechanism that will let your pleasures grow, but just one
second before your ready to shoot your cum load. Wham. The Flip Valve will
flick on and instantly Stop your orgasim. You will never cum again. Imagine
the frustration ! You mad with sexual sensations. You totally out of
control on a sex high. The cum about to burst loose. So close , so close ,
right on the edge. Then zero- nothing- the cum is flicked off one second
before ejaculation. Your body shaking out of control from the lack of
release. To make matters worse for you. As the soldiers cock is slamming
into your enlarged prostate driving you sexually out of control. It's also
forcing your cock to grow. As your cock grows, so does the intense pain
from the No Grow insert. Talk about pain , pleasure and frustration all at
the same time- WOW". But we didn't stop there. We used a special medication
that actually shrunk the diameter of your ass canal. Your ass will now be
as tight as a glove around a cock that's fucking it. Of course it will hurt
you a lot more. It's more fun that way for the soldier fucking you! That
Flip Valve that we inserted also has a friction sensor on it, like the one
in your throat. Once again. The faster a soldier fucks you , the greater
the friction. Soon the sensor will send out tiny electrical shocks to your
ass and sphincter muscles. They will ripple, tighten and loosen all on
their own. Your sphincters uncontrolled spasms will feel like a pussy
milking his cock. The convulsions in your ass canal , squeezing and
messaging the cock, will give mind blowing pleasure to the soldier fucking
you. We have even increased the sensitivity in your last remaining
testicle. If the guy fucking you squeezes the ball, your bodies pain will
make you squirm more, adding even greater joy for the soldier.

        The Bandages were all almost off. " Now for the prize. The grand
finale. Our expert team of plastic surgeons, using the latest in grafting
and molding techniques has reshaped your ass hole itself. It no longer
looks like a simple ass hole.  It now looks exactly like a women's
pussy. You no longer have something that looks like an ass hole between
your ass cheeks. You now have a full fledged,rather large, puffy lipped,
multi fold Pussy between your legs. The guys fucking you will go wild. To
them, they will be fucking a real live pussy. It will look like a pussy-
feel like a pussy and be nice and tight and juicy like a pussy. As an added
touch. We have inserted thousands of microscopic glass fiber particles
beneath your skin, outside and inside your new clit. If anything just
touches your pussy it will cause these particles to start itching you. You
will go crazy to scratch that itch. Like a mosquito bite. The more you
scratch it- the more it will itch. It will be the same with these
particles. A finger or cock brushing against your pussy will cause it to
itch. A cock fucking you will be like scratching. That will cause greater
itching- and so on. You will be begging to be fucked harder- faster-
deeper, more, wanting more. That will then trigger your prostrate- which
will trigger your No Grow. All in all it will be like heaven to the guy
fucking you. It will be like madness and Hell to you." Tears were now
streaming down my face. I had been turned into a living walking Pussy for
men to use and abuse, forever.

         The Vet undid the straps that were binding me to the table. " Time
to stand up and pose for the photographer, my little Pussy. Time for those
"After Pictures" so they too can be posted along with your courtroom
"Before Pictures" on the the governments web site, and on the deluxe
version of your Popping Ceremony video." As I got off the table and
stood. With the help of the Vet. I could see that there actually were two
guards and a photographer in the room with us. Again, hundreds of
humiliating poses. Many pictures were taken of my body, my new pussy, and
my pecks. As before, I fully complied and did as told. I was becoming a non
thinking robot. Always doing as ordered. "Pussy, it just dawned on me that
you haven't had a chance to see yourself in a mirror since before your
court hearing. I'm sure your interested in seeing the new you. Come along."
The Vet grabbed my nose ring and led me out of the room and down a short
hallway and into another room. Following behind us were the two
guards. This new room must have been the Vets office. It contained
bookshelves, a desk, two sitting chairs and a couch. On the far wall was a
large full length mirror. The Vet pulled me over to the mirror and had me
stand in front of it. "So what do you think FAG. It's the new, and
improved, YOU !" In the mirror I could see my reflection. It was partly me
and partly something else. I still had a muscular buff body. Muscles
bulging in my legs and arms. A stature that could make make girls drip
juices and a six pack most guys would kill for. But then there was more. A
huge large black tattoo spelling out FAG across my forehead. I had a thick
metal collar with rings around my neck. I was as smooth as a baby's butt. I
didn't have one single strand of hair anywhere on my body. On my bald head
I could see the start of that bright yellow one inch strip that continued
down my neck and back, screaming to the world that I was a coward. My pecks
looked obscene. Two tight large mounds of flesh, jutting forward with thick
pointy nipples centered on each. My pecks just inviting someone, everyone,
to grab them, squeeze them and pinch them. I tried to hide my shock by
smiling a little. But to my horror I saw my now toothless mouth. My smile
just revealed a large open warm cave for a cock to enter. The two steel
rings in my ears and the ring in my nose made me look like a prize bull, on
show at the State Fair. My cock, my beautiful cock and balls were now
something twisted and distorted. My ball sack was half its bulk, with only
one lonely ball hanging inside. My cock looked nothing like its former
self. My once proud cock head was no longer there. It was now pushed deep
inside its shaft and blocked by a No Grow. Hanging where my cock used to be
was a long shriveled up piece of flesh about 5 inches long , all foreskin
with a sturdy thick metal ring closing its opening and heavily weighing it
down. I spread my legs apart, and there it was. My new pussy. A large
fleshy pink pussy. Fold after wet fold of pussy, where my ass once had
been. Even the slightest movement made my pussy move and flex as though it
were winking at me and inviting entrance. I started to heave
uncontrollably. I couldn't catch my breath. My knees became weak. My body
shook and began to spasm. This time it wasn't just tears. This time I
started crying full force, like a baby. I had truly become an animal. A sex
servant for real men. A thing to be used and abused by soldiers forever. I
had become a freak of nature. The Vet patted me on my back and said "Your
reaction is priceless, we did a great job on you, you fucking FAG coward."
He then turned to the guards. " Take this piece of shit out of here and put
IT into its cage in the dog kennel "

      The two guards each took out a metal leash and attached them to the
two rings on each side of my collar. They pulled me forward and out of the
room and back into the hallway. Along the way we passed others who would
often point at me and laugh. One young guard actually walked in front of
me, causing my guards to stop. The young guard stated churning his mouth
and face. Then with full force he coughed up a large hawker of spit and
nose snot. He shot it right onto my face. The guard to my left said "John,
that was a good one. Nice and large. I'll see you in the break room buddy,
after we get this animal caged". We continued down the hallway until we
reached a door marked "Kennel". Upon entering the room the strong smell of
animal shit and piss hit my nose. I could see dog cages scattered across
the floor, some with sedated dogs in them. I was led to a long low cage
made out of metal bars. The guards unhooked their leashes and told me to
get on my knees and crawl into the cage. I did as ordered. Once inside I
heard a slam as the cage door was shut and locked. " Your Donation bucket
straw is on your right and your Fag Chow is in the dog bowl below your
Donation straw. If you have to piss, just let it go. A slave will hose down
the place. Good night puppy" said the guard. Then he turned off the lights
and he and his buddy left the room. I layed there in my cage for hours till
I finally fell asleep.

         Each morning I wake to the sound of dogs barking and the sting of
icy cold water hosing down my cage. At 5 in the morning two slaves enter
the kennel to wash away the the shit and piss deposited in the cages. I
tried my best the first day to hold back my shit and piss. I didn't want to
be like an animal. I didn't want to make my cage my toilet. However I had
no choice. Soon I was l like the other dogs in their cages, relieving
myself when nature demanded. The Fag Chow smelled bad and tasted worse. For
two full days I just avoided eating it. But hunger soon took over. By the
end of my first week of training I was lapping up my Fag Chow as quickly as
the bowl was placed in my cage. Under threat of punishment I was told I was
never to eat my Chow using my hands. Like other animals I had to lap up my
food with my tongue. This would be how I would eat for the rest of my
life. Lapping up gray paste like animal byproducts and drinking men's
piss. The Vet was correct about the Fag Chow. I soon noticed that I rarely
if ever needed to shit. On those rare occasions when I did, only a very
tiny round shit pellet would fall out. Somehow that disgusting food kept me
full all day long and seemed to fully nourish my body. I slept in the cold
metal cage. The bars from the cage pressing into my body as I twisted to
find the least painful position to sleep in. Every morning a guard would
piss in my Donation bucket and place my Fag Chow bowl in my cage. The guard
would continually call me names and insult me. He would then visit the dogs
in their cages. Patting each dog and lovingly stroking the animal and
softly reassuring it that everything was ok. For me, there was never a kind
word or a gentle touch.

         My modifications finished, I would endure weeks of training. The
guards, technicians and Vets never explained why or even what they were
doing to me. Most of the time, my training consisted of brainwashing and
role education. They did however tell me I was very very lucky that the
authorities wanted my pussy and mouth untouched. They wanted that pleasure
saved for my first batch of soldiers. Since my video was selling so
well. The government was thinking of making another video. This new video
would be called "Welcome to the Barracks ". The trauma of my breaking in by
the soldiers should make great video, and huge sales. Since I was left
lightly modified, my abused muscular body would add a nice twist to the
video. I was told that most GFAGs are routinely modified to become
extremely feminine in appearance. Their sole purpose was to be pleasure
animals for horny soldiers. Early on in their training the new GFAGs are
broken in and heavily trained how to please real men. All GFAGs have their
ass plugged with a metal anal plug lock during transport. Their " breaking
in" starts immediately upon arrival, and is called an Uncorking Party. The
guards especially enjoy these parties and look forward to new
arrivals. Rumor has it , during the "uncorking", the louder the pop sound
made as the guard yanks out the anal plug, the more fun the FAG will be to
fuck. From what I can tell, guards are hand picked for their job. Each
guard must be well built. He should be well versed in boxing and martial
arts. His character should be dominate and sadistic in nature. But his most
important requirement is a huge thick cock. A cock that becomes hard as
steel and just as demanding. That's to be expected since the guards are the
primary method used to teach a FAG how to take cock.

           During my third week at training and modification, I learned of
a newly convicted GFAG. This soldier was stationed on a base in New York
State. A white guy, age 28. At 168 lbs and only 5'8" he would easily blend
into any crowd. By listening in on the guards conversations , I found out
his crime. It seems he is married with two small children. During routine
base training he found out his two year old son had become gravely
ill. Three formal requests for emergency leave to see his son , we're all
turned down. This poor family man, simply did what any Dad would do, he
left to see his son. Of course he didn't have permission. That AWOL trip
was viewed as desertion.  MPs were waiting for him near his home. He was
arrested before his family ever saw him. His trial , like mine, was swift
and final. He to was found guilty and sentenced to life as a GFAG. He was
to be sent here. Modified into a feminine looking pleasure animal, and
never again to see his family. The message was loud and clear. Follow all
orders and never, ever , desert !

          The day the new GFAG arrived, I was at my morning reorientation
training. I was seated in training room number 3. The room consisted of a
simple twin bed. Actually the bed was nothing more than a mattress set on a
raised bed frame with chain loops on the corners. However the mattress
itself had a U shaped cut out where the bound occupants head would hang off
the edge as another individual stood in front of him. Along the rooms walls
were cabinets that contained various training tools. Most of the tools
scared me to no end. The cabinets looked as though they contained every sex
toy and punishment device known to man. On a far shelf was a collection of
the largest , thickest, and meanest looking dildos I had ever seen. Off in
the far right corner was the metal training chair I was secured to. The
chair itself could be maneuvered into any position. It also could deliver
pain or pleasure electrical signals to my body. The seat area of the chair
contained a docking area onto which dildos and other devices could be
attached. The chair could be rotated to face a bank of computer screens
attached to the wall. Headphones would be placed over my ears. I would
listen to endless hours of lectures explaining my worthlessness. The
recordings would emphasize my only value was in giving pleasure to real
men. The computer screens would demonstrate sexual techniques I should use
in pleasing a man and his cock. Instructional videos on how to squeeze my
pussy and fuck back against a pumping cock. While other videos demonstrated
the best way to give a real man a pleasurable blowjob as well as proper
display positions. My singular pleasure in life would be in the knowledge
that a real man had enjoyed himself in using and abusing my body.

        However before the headphones could be placed on my head, and the
chair rotated to face the computer screens, the new GFAG was led into the
room. He looked similar to me. No body hair, humiliating tattoos, a single
testicle and a metal anal lock plug up the ass. He looked terrified as the
guards dragged him towards the bed. He begged for them to show him mercy,
and was rewarded by two swift punches to his gut. The guards threw him,
face down , onto the bed and chained him spread eagle to the beds four
corners. His head hung over the mattresses front cut out area , where his
ear rings were loosely chained. The new FAG tried his best to squirm and
test the strength of his restraints. But soon he gave up when he realized
he was tightly secured and powerless. One of the guards picked up his
walkie talkie and announced there was an "uncorking party" taking place in
training room 3, and open to all available guards. With that the guard that
had punched the new FAG in the gut, began to undress. Like all of the
guards, this guy was massive. He stood about 6'3" and weighed about 185
lbs. it was obvious he took care of his body and worked out often. First he
undid the laces of his black heavy military boots and kicked them off.
Next he pulled off his black uniformed shirt which had Guard lettered
across the back and a gold shield emblazoned on the right upper arm. His
tight fitting wife beater undershirt showed the ripples of his six pack and
his obscenely protruding pecs and nipples. He lifted his arms to yank off
the undershirt, exposing his bicep muscles and furry wet arm pits. An evil
smile shot across his face as he undid his wide black leather belt, and
roughly pulled it from his pants loops. Folding it in half, he quickly
lifted the belt high and swung it hard across the FAGs ass. A scream of
pain came from the FAGs mouth. " Scream some more, I enjoy hearing it"
hissed the guard. Then came three more ass whacks. The guard looked at the
three other guards and started laughing. "Let's see how much fun this bitch
will be. Hand me the key." One of the other guards handed him a key, as
they both exchanged winks. The key was inserted into the anal lock
plug. The back screw was turned , fully contracting the spiked interior
arms of the plug. But that evil smile returned to his face and he turned
the screw a quarter turn back, purposefully extending the interior arms a
little. Grabbing the plug, he yanked it out with all his might. I could see
the FAGs ass and body lift from the bed, his head raise up, mouth open. A
loud POP could be heard, then the blood curdling scream from the FAG as his
body sank back onto the mattress. "Hell YES. We're going to have a great
time with this one." The guard threw the metal ass plug onto the
floor. Undid his black work pants and stepped out of them. Standing in just
black socks and white boxer briefs, he looked like a Roman God. As he
pulled of his boxers I could see a light sheen of sweat on his round thick
butt cheeks. Even I had to gasp as his hard 11" cock came into view. It was
to large, to thick, to veined to ever fit into an ass. He would destroy the
FAG. As the guard mounted the bed, the other three guards, stripped off
their uniforms and surrounded the sacrificial animal. The guard positioned
himself on the bed, placed his deep red colored cock head at the FAGs ass
opening. He looked up at his three buddies. Then shoved forward with all
his might. Spearing his cock , balls deep , up the FAGs soon to be pussy. I
thought no scream could be worse than when the anal plug was yanked out ,
but I was wrong. The FAG yelled and wiggled on the bed. But to no avail. He
was their meat, to use and abuse. The Guard pulled his cock all the way
out, then rammed it back in. Over and over he did this untill with one last
deep plunge he blew his hot , Real Man , cum inside the now whimpering
FAG. As though what he had just done was the most common thing on
Earth. The Guard just yanked out his cock. Got off the bed. Walked to the
cut out head of the mattress , lifted the FAGs head, shoved his cock into
the mouth and shouted "CLEAN IT." I watched in horror, knowing that I was
looking at my future. But somehow I couldn't stop myself from staring as
the next guard mounted the bed. Aimed his cock at the gaping pleasure
hole. Then thrust in and pumped away. By the time all four Guards had
finished fucking the now totally defeated FAG, new guards had entered the
room. One of the new Guards was a Sergeant and obviously in charge. As he
entered the room he stopped and surveyed the situation. The original four
guards were now almost fully dressed. He walked to each and patted them on
their back, congratulating them on a job well done. In his hand he held a
small tool that looked similar to pliers or scissors. He glanced up and
looked at me, smiled , and walked towards the now ass juice and cum covered
FAGs face. The guards that had entered with the Sergeant started to
undress. "Looking forward to some fun gentlemen?" Asked the Sergeant. "Yes
Sir, absolutely Sir" was the response. "Well , this will only take a few
moments. Then you men can start enjoying yourselves." The Sergeant lifted
the head of the now totally defeated GFAG and said. "The authorities have
ruled that you are to receive total modification. You have had a taste of
your future. Enjoy it. You are a worthless animal that we allow to exist
only for our pleasure. You will never again see your wife and children. You
are no longer a man, a husband or a father. You are, and forever will be,
just a thing. As a thing you no longer need a cock or a testicle. In my
hand I have a Band Castrator. I will squeeze its handle stretching this
very tight rubber castration band at its end. I will then insert your ball
sack into the bands opening, and allow the band to snap closed. Your ball
sack will be trapped by the band, cutting off all blood flow to your
remaining testicle , thus killing it. Eventually the entire ball sack and
it's dead contents will just fall off on their own. However, most likely
the Vets will remove your dead testicle and ball sack at the same time they
remove your penis during modification. With no penis or balls, you will
simply be two tight warm holes for soldiers to use. So as you lay here
getting fucked by my guards, your testicle will slowly be dying beneath
you. You will feel the pain as your ball slowly but surely dies. Any
thoughts of ever being a man again dying with your last ball.  When the
last guard has finished receiving pleasure from you, you will be drugged
and your full modification will commence. So enjoy each fuck. Knowing the
more guards that fuck you, the longer you have your cock, but also the
longer you have to feel the death of your ball." The FAGs face shook with
fear and I could see his body trembling. The Sergeant then let his face
drop. He walked behind the prone FAG. Squeezing the Band Castrator, grabbed
the FAGs scrotum and placed it into the Castrator. The GFAG tried his
hardest to struggle, but it was all in vain. The tool snapped shut. The FAG
howled as the band snapped tightly shut. The Sergeant gave a hard smack to
the banded ball, then left the room. Each guard then took his turn
violently fucking the now banded pleasure animal as it lay there feeling
it's last testicle die, and contemplating the impending loss of its
penis. I was soon removed from the room. However I heard the poor new FAG
was used by the guards for another 7 hours before he was finally drugged
and taken to the modification operating room.

           As is usual, I was woken up early by the barking dogs who shared
the kennel with me. The slaves had just finished hosing out the other cages
and were now turning the cold water on me. The powerful spray, which both
cleaned my body and my cage, took some getting used to. The first week I
hid in the corner of the cage as the water blasted against me. But after
weeks of training I learned how to spread my legs so the water could rinse
out my pussy. I also learned that meeting the forceful water head on
actually hurt less than when I cowered in the corner. I took a few sips
from my donation bucket. It's amazing how quickly I have become accustomed
to drinking piss. The FAG CHOW is a different story. It keeps me full and
nourished for the entire day. However as I lap up the CHOW I can't stop
thinking about all those ground up animal byproducts, and what they had
been, and now their only a form of paste. I have not seen the new FAG since
his arrival. Yet I have had repeated nightmares thinking about how cruelly
he was fucked. I know soon that will be me, and I'm petrified.

        After about an hour two guards entered the kennel and ordered me to
crawl out of my cage. They had me stand up and used some kind of hand held
bar code scanner on my ID tattoo. "Well FAG, it looks like your big day is
finally here. This afternoon their going to truck you to your new
base. From what we know it's going to be an 18 hour drive over two
days. Sounds exciting doesn't it !! You get a chance to show off your
modifications and tattoos to all those people on the roads and rest areas
during your journey." The fear and apprehension in my eyes was very
apparent to the guards. Knowing how afraid I was of my new deployment and
the journey there , only added to their enjoyment at taunting me. " The
good news is , it's a nice bright ,super hot and sunny day outside, with
just a small chance of thunder storms. The bad news is your naked!  Both
guards laughed at that." But the best news of all is that the government
has definitely decided to make a second video of you. From what I here,
it's going to be great. Most new FAGs are stationed in a barracks with new
recruits. The new recruits tend to be shy and go easy on the new FAG. Yes
they use IT. But being new to having a FAG to use, they tend to hold back
on the aggressiveness and pain. So the government has assigned you to a
barracks of about 50 seasoned Special Ops Soldiers. These mother fuckers
are built and mean as hell. Most of them have no families and have been
confined to base for months during their intensive updated training. Hell
their so horny they would fuck their own grandmothers if they could. They
will really enjoy YOU! I know a couple of these guys, and when I say their
aggressive and dominate I'm being modest. I once saw one of these guys fuck
a FAG so hard IT passed out and then had to be sent to the Vet for
repairs. I can't wait to order a copy of that video for myself. It should
be fantastic" I was then ordered to crawl back into my cage. After the
guards had left and I was alone, I balled myself up in the corner of my
cage and just shook all over.

      At about 1 pm the same two guards re- entered the kennel. "Hey Single
Dingle- it's time to go". I didn't move. I couldn't move. I was so
afraid. I had watched hundreds of videos during training . They all showed
the FAG being mercilessly fucked by aggressive soldiers. The FAGs face was
usually contorted in a painful pose. That was now going to be me. "Let's go
FAG, there are 50 soldiers that need that tight pussy of yours and that
nice warm cock cave you call a mouth." I crawled backward out of my
cage. Chain leashes were attached to my neck collar. I was paraded through
the training and modification center. People called me names and a few spit
on me and one guy kicked me in the ass. Eventually we reached the loading
dock. Strewn around were crates and boxes. Off to one side were two dogs in
a cage. Then there was me. I was just another piece of cargo to be
transported. I was not a human, I was cargo. A brown opened back, flatbed
Army truck pulled up. On its side was written Army FAG Transport. On the
back flatbed was something that made my legs go weak. I was about to
collapse on the spot, when the guards suddenly yanked on my leashes and
guided me toward the truck. To my horror , bolted to the trucks bed was a
large animal cage made of steel bars. It stood about 7' tall and 4'wide. On
its inside were hooks and chains as well as a metal Donation bucket. Oh
God. I was going to be chained upright and in full view of everyone. I
would be on display , in public for two full days and a night. Everyone on
the road and at the rest stops would watch me drinking piss and see my
naked body. They would see my exaggerated pecs and nips. My tattoos and
collar would scream what I was. People would see my now deformed penis and
single ball. But worst of all , my pussy would be on display, twitching and
winking at thousands of humans. Two new guards stepped out of the
truck. Dame they looked mean. The new guard , with a twisted boxers nose
came right up to my face. "Hello Bitch. My buddy and I will be hauling your
pussy to your new base. Incase you have any ideas of escape, let me fill
you in on a secret." He held up one of those dreaded remote controls. "You
see this covered red button on the remote Bitch ?" I nodded yes. "If you
try to make a run for it. I have been authorized to push this button. Take
a close look at what is written under the button." I looked closer at the
button and could clearly see the word Explosive, written below it. "Yes
FAG. That button says Explosive. Inside that pretty little neck collar of
yours, is a high powered explosive. I press that button, and let's just say
it's bye bye FAG Animal". My eyes got huge and I just stared at the
guard. This man could kill me with just the press of a button. "Well let's
get this show on the road. FAG Bitch over understands me. Don't you Bitch?
We're not going to have ANY trouble, are we ?" I just shook my head no. The
guards buddy handed him a portable bar code reader. He scanned it over my
ID tattoo and pressed some buttons." Well FAG , your Ours now !". He shook
hands with the training guards. They handed him an anal lock plug and key,
then walked away. "Bend over and show me your pussy." I did as
ordered. With no lube or caution, he just shoved it up my pussy. I let out
a loud moan. "Dame. That's right. They haven't broken you in yet. That's
still virgin pussy, isn't it." I knew better than to answer. He twisted the
plugs knob, and used the key to lock it in place. "Well soon enough , you
will be able to drive a bus through it !". They both laughed as they moved
a step stool towards the back of the truck. I noticed there wasn't even a
truck lift gate. Nothing would obstruct motorists views of me. They
motioned for me to go up the step stool and get into the cage as they
opened its door. Once inside they chained each arm to a top corner of the
cage. Next they chained my now fully spread legs to the lower corners of
the cage. I was going to be transported standing upright and facing the
rear of the truck and all the traffic behind it. The guard had me open my
mouth. He popped in 3 pills. Then a ball gag with a small hole in its
center was fastened over my mouth. Next the straw running up from the
Donation bucket was inserted into the ball gags hole. "When thirsty just
suck on the ball gag, FAG". Next both guards undid their pants and started
pissing into the Donation bucket. They must not have pissed in awhile.
Their stream was forceful and echoed loudly in the metal bucket. As they
pissed I could smell a strong acrid odor. "We have two treats for you
Bitch.  First, we both ate lots and lots of asparagus today. Dame, your
Donation bucket piss is going to be horribly bitter tasting and it will
smell, especially in this heat. I'm glad I'm not riding back here.  Second.
I just gave you 3 extra strength time release Hard On pills. Your going to
put on a nice dance routine for all the motorists behind us. The cock pain
dance ! Those pills will last for hours and hours. Enjoy yourself Bitch,
it's going to be a long two days." Then they closed and locked the cage.
With their animal all locked up and on display they jumped off the truck
bed, entered the cab and started the truck. As we drove away, I got my
first outside look at the Training and Modification Center. It was a secret
underground section of Mercy Army Hospital.  Ironic I thought. Soldiers
taken care of and cured upstairs. The FAGs trained, modified, tortured and
humiliated downstairs.