Date: Sun, 26 Jul 2015 00:01:29 -0400
From: "tooluse2@gmail.com" <tooluse2@gmail.com>
Subject: GFAG  Chapter 5: The Drive

GFAG
A story by: Tom Tooluse

Chapter 5: The Drive

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     The steel animal cage I was chained inside of was securely bolted to
the trucks flat bed. It didn't even rattle as we moved along the road or
occasionally hit a pot hole. I on the other hand, even though tightly
chained spread eagle , bounced around the cage like a rag doll. Every turn
caused my body to sway. Every bump or pot hole severely jared and jolted
me. All of the swaying and jolting caused my ass, or should I say my pussy,
to flex, twist and rub against the metal lock plug inserted in it. That
movement must have been enough to stimulate the millions of tiny micro
fibers that had been embedded in my new pussy lips and cunt. An itch
started to grow down there. It got stronger and stronger with each jerk and
bounce of the truck. Soon I was squirming in my chains, and squeezing my
sphincter tightly in an effort to scratch the itch. The more I squeezed and
moved, the more intense became the itch. As the Vet had described. It was
like scratching a mosquito bite. The more you scratched the worse the
itch. Soon I realized I was squirming and moaning like a bitch in heat. My
ass desperately needed something in it rubbing back and forth to stop the
torturous itch. I was bouncing up and down, and flexing my sphincter as
fast and hard as possible. Audible moaning through the ball gag. Without my
even noticing it, the truck had stopped in traffic while a road crew did
some quick repairs to pot holes ahead of us. To my misfortune the truck had
stopped next to a park where ten young men had been playing basketball in
the days heat. There shirts were off and sweat poured from their chests and
made their six packs and pecs glow in the sunshine. One of the guys heard
my moans and stopped the game. All ten of the guys rushed to the courts
fence nearest the road and my truck to watch my erotic movements. "Hey Fag,
looks like you need my fucking hard cock up your pussy." Yelled out one of
the guys. He then grabbed the front of his loose fitting grey basketball
shorts and showed me the outline of his large package. The basketball balls
shorts did little to hide anything. I could clearly see the outline of his
large cock and balls. The others joined in yelling insults at me. "Fucking
piece of shit that you are, I wouldn't even fuck you unless I had two
rubbers on. I wouldn't want that cowered yellow pussy touching my cock."
"Hell maybe we should ask the drivers if we can drag the bitch onto the
court and test fuck IT for them. We can show those soldiers how city men
fuck." My body was turning red with shame, yet I continued to twist and
moan in an effort to stop the inch in my ass. "Hell look at that bitch
animal. She wants us. She's still moaning. Soon I bet we will see pussy
juice oozing out down there". They all laughed hysterically at that
joke. By now they were all blowing kisses at me and grabbing their
crotches. I looked around and noticed people in cars, standing on sidewalks
and elsewhere were all watching this show. Most were pointing at me and
laughing. Worst of all, I couldn't control myself. The modifications were
in control, I was truly an animal. I was unable and unwilling to stop. I
just had to take care of the itch in my ass. The truck jerked forward and
we were driving away. The guys were still yelling at me, but I could no
longer make out what they were saying. We were slowly moving along city and
suburban roads heading towards the interstate. The sun was very intense and
my body began to sweat. Every now and then I would bite down on the ball
gag and suck in some piss in a effort to quench my thirst. The guards were
correct. The piss tasted bitter from the asparagus they had eaten. I looked
about the truck the best I could. It was impossible for me to see what was
behind me. In front of me on the far left was a thin, tall metal box with
wooden sticks inside. On my right was a lower rectangular box. Scattered
about the truck bed were a few short metal poles that items could be
attached to. But that was about it. Just a few minor items and this large
imposing cage with me chained inside. My body, my modifications, my brand
and my tattoos in plain view.
            For everyone else it was just a normal day. I looked around and
saw people on their way to work. Others out shopping. People jogging or
walking with friends and family. That was my old life. That's how life used
to be for me. I once had friends. I had a family. Suddenly I realized I had
not spoken to my family since before the trial. Panic struck me. What had
the government told my family about me. Did they see the trial? Oh God ,
did they see the video. Did they still love me or did they now despise me
and reject me. My mind envisioned my Dad and Mom watching the video of me
drinking a piss and cum cocktail. Seeing me suck other men's
cocks. Watching my ass getting repeatedly fucked. Then me thanking the
soldiers for fucking me. Tears ran down my cheeks. My brothers would hate
me. They would all hate me. I now knew that I no longer even had a
family. I was all alone in this world. Just an animal to be used and
abused.
             The truck was stopped at a traffic light. On my far side a man
was watering his lawn. He lifted the hose and adjusted the spray of water
until it was one strong forceful spray. He then pointed the hose at me. At
first I was grateful. I thought he was being kind, and trying to cool down
my sweaty body. But then he aimed the hose at my ball sack. He was not
being kind. He was enjoying himself by playing a game of "Hit the Fags
Testicle" with water. He would take aim, squeeze the trigger on the hose ,
and try to hit my swinging single ball. Every time he made contact, I would
yelp in pain as the stinging force of water battered my extra sensitive
last testicle. He would then release the trigger on the hose, the water
would stop, and I would relax. Only to have him aim again and hit my ball
once more. I would jump and twist to protect myself, but I was chained in
place with little leeway. As the truck started up again. The movement
started my ball sack to swing back and forth. That now gave the man a
moving target to aim at. He was clearly enjoying himself, yet I was in
pain. I felt like one of those carnival clowns where people shot water in
the clowns mouth to blow up a ballon till it popped. But it was not my
mouth he aimed for. He was aiming at my last ball. I was a freak and a
carnival game. Finally the truck was out of range for him. I was safe. At
least for the moment.
            The truck made a sharp right turn and I fell to one side. As we
climbed up an incline the truck sped up. We were entering the
interstate. The drive took on an entirely new feeling. The new speed of the
truck caused my body to vibrate. The air rushed past me faster and with
greater force. But more frightening was the traffic. Cars and trucks would
wiz past us with greater speed. At times it appeared a car would be
traveling so fast towards us that it would ram into the back of the truck
where I was on display. But at the last moment it would change lanes and go
around us. Worst of all were the 18 wheel trailer trucks. The noise they
would make as they sped past was deafening. At times the trucks were so
forceful that their air wake would push me and our smaller truck to one
side. Every now and then a trucker would lean out his cab window while
passing us. He would shout some obscenity at me and give me the finger. But
more frightening would be when truckers would pull along side, then blow
their truck horns real loud. I would jump in my skin, only to see a trucker
laughing and making sexual gestures. I had become a toy for motorists and
truckers to play with to end the monotony of driving. Cars would pull along
side and people would throw things at me. Young guys would roll down their
cars back windows and shoot rubber bands at me. One van had a contest to
see who could quickly draw the best stick figure drawing of me. When done
they all held up their drawings for me to see. There I was , just a stick
figure drawing on paper. Me in a cage. Me with my cock ringed and a single
ball hanging down. Me with a stick figure cock up my butt. Me drinking from
a piss bucket. They then all gave me the finger and drove past.
        We must have been driving for about 5 hours. My body was covered
with sweat and road grime. My legs ached from standing that long. But worst
of all was the hard on pills. Without warning the pills would kick in. My
cock would try its hardest to grow and expand. The pill made me so horny
that I would try fucking the air in front of me. Blood would enter my shaft
and force my now bloated cock head forward. Then it would happen. My cock
head would meet the No Grow and try to force itself past. The pain was
excruciating. It felt like knives slicing and dicing my cock head. I'd
twist and scream but all anyone could hear was the muffled sounds through
the ball gag. I'd squirm and twist trying to end the pain. Truckers would
honk and young guys would slap hands and pat each other on their backs as
they rolled in laughter in their cars and vans. Just as the latest bout of
pain ended, we pulled off the highway and into a rest area. The guard
drivers made a point of backing the truck into a parking space directly in
front of the rest area restaurant exit doors. The guards went in to eat as
I stood on display for all. French fries became the new weapon of torment
as motorist after motorist threw them at me as they exited the
restaurant. Even older women would swear at me and throw something my
way. Not one single person felt sorry for me or showed me even the smallest
bit of kindness. Eventually the guards came out. They were both carrying
ice cream cones. In an effort to torture me a little bit more, they sat at
the end of the trucks flat bed and licked their tasty cold ice cream as I
watched and baked in the sun. "How's your piss FAG? Bet it taste real good
and refreshing in this heat". Said the one guard as he licked his ice cream
cone. "That piss must be fucking fantastic after brewing in the heat for 5
hours"" Then they both laughed. Two soldiers that had been eating in the
restaurant came out and walked towards us. The four guys shook hands. The
comradery was apparent . American soldiers shooting the breeze
together. The two soldiers asked the guards about me. They explained how I
was a new FAG being transported to my first barracks assignment. They also
mentioned that they would be meeting two buddies up the road at The Highway
Patrol Barracks. It seems their buddies were also FAG transporters. They
were moving an older FAG from his current base to a military prison. This
older FAG had been used up and was being moved to phase 2 of his FAG
life. The FAG was going to become a Military Prison Relief Animal. Once
there he would become the sex reward for well behaved prisoners. If a
prisoner earned a given amount of good behavior points, the FAG would be
placed in his cell for the entire night. There would be no monitoring or
supervision. The prisoner could do ANYTHING he wanted with or to the FAG
all night long. It's frightening to imagine what maniac sex starved rapist
and murders would do to a sex relief animal."Let's hope that older FAG
pleases those prisoners. If the prisoners lose interest in the animal or
severely damage it, life will quickly be drawing to an end for it." The
soldiers looked quizzically at the guard. "Well, once a FAG becomes
worthless to men, he moves to stage 3 and stage 4. That's Animal Relief
Equipment and Military Parts Harvesting. We all know what that's about."
The four guys shook hands and said goodbye. Both of my guards just dropped
their unfinished ice cream on the truck bed , right in front of my
cage. They wanted me to watch it melt as I roasted in the sun. The truck
engine started up and we were on our way again.
           After about an hour of driving down the freeway, we turned off
the road and into The Police Highway Patrol Barracks . It was a single
story building about the size of two normal homes. The buildings were used
by the Highway Police as offices and a place to sleep and eat between
shifts. On all three sides of the building were parked cars. On one side
seemed to be the officers private cars. On the other two sides were parked
various maintenance trucks and rows upon rows of police cars. From my cage
I could see uniformed police officers walking about the grounds. Some were
just standing and talking, while others were getting into patrol cars to
start their shift on the highway. The officers all wore dark blue uniforms,
with a gold stripe running down their pants legs. To accent their uniforms
they wore police hats with the state shield in the front. Those officers
going onto duty also wore black chest straps and wide black belts that held
their nightsticks, tasers and other equipment. The uniform reminded me of
Nazi SS officers. But most menacing of all was the black holster at their
side that contained their gun. As our truck turned into a parking space I
could see the other FAG transport truck directly in front of me. If I
looked straight ahead I could see the older FAG. He was white and looked to
be about 30 years old. I was kind of surprised. The guards kept calling him
an older FAG, but he was only about 30. Does that mean that FAGs have a
shorter life span than humans. That thought made me nervous and I began to
shake. I don't know if it was the sight of the other FAG or the power and
authority of the barracks, but suddenly I was full of dread. Even though
the older FAG was just 30, there did seem to be something about him that
made him look wiser or more experienced. That natural fire, or spark living
things have, didn't seem to be in him any longer. He kept his head lowered
at all times. His modifications seemed very minor. He did have bold tattoos
listing his status and ID codes, but he didn't have my yellow cowards
stripe. His body was covered in scars. I noticed his right tit nipple was
missing. It looked as though it had been mangled leaving just a scar
behind. His left tit on the other hand was very large. The nipple end of it
had been stretched outward a good inch and plumped up. His cock seemed to
be permanently hard, but it was all contorted. I had never seem a cock that
distorted before. It looked as though it had been broken, reset, then put
through a meat grinder, then put back together again. It had scars and
marks all over it, plus a wicked curve to it. You know the curve. It's like
when a boxers nose is broken then poorly reset. The animals cage door was
open and he didn't have on any ball gag or anal plug. He was also
unchained, but he still just stood there as though he were chained. Below
him on the side of the truck I could hear his two guards talking to two
highway police officers. "OK, for the $200 he spends the weekend here in
the barracks and your picking him up on Monday. Now if something bad should
happen and we need to dispose of the remains do we call you or
collections?" Said the one police officer to the guard. "This animal can
take a lot. He has been used at the front lines now for about two years. He
can take it. But if need be, just call collections. The Army likes things
done by the book" Said the guard as they shook hands. "OK. We will send out
a few buddies to bring him inside in just a minute, but first we want a
small taste of the merchandise before we go on patrol." With that, both
cops jumped onto the truck. The one officer took out his night stick and
went behind the FAG and the other started playing with the FAGs one last
good nipple. The cops winked at each other as a kind of signal. The officer
behind the FAG placed his night stick at the FAGs ass hole, and in one
quick thrust shoved it up the FAGs ass. At the same time, the other officer
bit down hard on the plump extended remaining nipple. For the first time, I
saw the older FAGs face as he lifted his head and opened his mouth to
scream. Yet no sound came out. Oh my God. They had removed the animals
vocal cords. The older FAG could not talk or scream, IT could not make any
sound. It had to just stand there and endure the pain in silence. By now my
guards were off to the side talking to the other guards. I just stared
straight ahead in shock as the two Highway Patrol Officers abused the older
Fag. The one with the night stick saw me and yelled. "What are you looking
at FAG" ? He poked his buddy who then turned and looked at me. They
whispered something to each other and jumped off the truck and walked over
to the four guards. After a minute of talking, the two cops came towards me
and jumped up onto my truck. " Did you enjoy watching us play with that
Bitch over there? Did you feel left out ?" Fear and panic shown in my
eyes. I didn't know what to do, so I did nothing. "Well if you want to play
with us, you need to pass a test. However, It's a life and death test."
While saying this the cop took out his gun, moved it between the cages bars
and pointed it at my forehead. "My buddy here is going to administer the
test now. If you make one sound. Just one little sound. I'm going to blow
your fucking worthless brains out. Got it !!"  The other cop pulled out his
nightstick. Holding it he moved it through the cages bars and between my
two spread chained legs. "You ready FAG ?" My eyes got large and tears
started to form in their corners. My heart started beating real fast. I
looked towards my guards for help, but they were to busy talking. I looked
at the cop with the gun. Then I looked at the other cop. "Go" Yelled the
one cop as the other lifted his night stick full force and rammed it hard
into my ultra sensitive ball. I tried my best. My very honest best, to not
make a sound. But I could t stop myself. It wasn't loud, but there was an
obvious muffled yell emanating from my ball gag.  "You lose said the
cop. Say bye bye to this world you FAG piece of shit." My eyes were focused
on his trigger finger. I shook in fear as I watched his finger. He pulled
his finger back real slow. My heart was pounding so hard it shook the rest
of my body. I gulped air through my nose in deep breaths. Then I heard the
click of the hammer and I started to piss myself. Both cops started to
laugh as they quickly jumped back not to get pissed on. "I just fucking
love messing with new FAGs." said the one cop. "I kind of like it when they
yell" said the other. " That was so hot when the animal pissed
itself. Remember the last one who shit itself when you pulled the trigger?
That empty gun gag , gets them every time !" They both walked over to my
Donation bucket , undid their pants , and started peeing in my
bucket. "Your guards said you would need a piss refill, so we thought we
would help you out before we go on patrol. We sure hope we see you on the
highway". With that said, they finished pissing, zipped up their pants,
jumped off the truck and headed for their patrol car. My heart would not
stop pounding and my shaking was out of control. I had been so afraid. I
looked at the older FAG across from me. He was now looking my way. Without
saying a word. It was as though he was saying to me with his eyes "I know,
I understand."
        I saw the old FAG being removed from his cage by two other Patrol
Officers. I guess they were taking him into the cops sleeping area to be
used and abused for the next few days. What the guards and police officers
said about the " Army Collections" department has me shit scared. It seems
a FAGs life IS truly meaningless. They even have a garbage collection
department to just pick up and remove our carcass. Why is this happening to
me. How could this be happening. The four guards were saying goodbye to
each other. The old FAGs guards handed my two guards a bag containing a few
things. They shook hands, then each went their own way. My two guards
jumped into the truck, started up the engine and drove back onto the
highway. On the floor of the trucks flatbed was my piss that had sprayed
all over when I thought I would be shot. It mingled with the remains of the
melted ice cream cones and French fries that had been thrown at me. We
drove about another 4 hours. By now it was dark out. That made the sounds
of the speeding traffic and blaring horns even more frightful. One truck
driver purposely approached with his lights off. I never saw his truck
coming. Then suddenly he put on his high beams and blew his truck
horn. Holy shit I thought I would have a heart attack. As he drove by he
yelled out "Die FAG boy". And blew his horn again. I began to worry what
was worse, being with the military, or handed over to the public. It is
amazing how well those hard on pills worked. They were truly an amazing
form of torture. When I would kid myself into thinking everything was OK,
bam the pills would kick in and I would do my Painful Penis Dance. A dance
I had no control over. I would have to just bear the pain till the pill
wore off and my cock went soft again.  I no longer had a concept of
time. I'm guessing it was late when we pulled off and parked at a truck
stop. The two guards went into the office area and got themselves a room to
sleep in for the night. I was of course left hanging. All I could do was
drink the cruel Cops piss and watch as truckers walked by and gave me the
finger or insulted me. After a bit a group of about 6 truckers had gathered
in front of me. They were grabbing their crotches and making rude sexual
comments. Asking me if I wanted to be their bitch for the night. Promising
me they could ride my pussy better than any other man on the planet. When
my two guards did finally come out the truckers walked over to them as a
group. I could here the truckers trying to negotiate buying me for the
night. They wanted to have a trucker gang bang and use me till morning. My
mind had images of trucker cock fucking me hard and deep. One cock being
pulled out only to have another ram in deep to take its place. I envisioned
my man cave of a mouth being used over and over again. I knew the transport
guards were willing to sell FAGs to the public. I saw the old FAG being
sold to the Highway Patrol. My guess is that it's quite normal. I was very
relieved when I heard the guards said they couldn't. They explained that
the government was planning on making another video of me. The guards
explained that the government wanted my pussy and mouth as close to Virgin
as possible to make my shock and pain during the barracks video more
authentic and arousing. However they did explain to the truckers that they
could still have some fun at my expense.
          The guard walked the group of truckers over to the tall metal box
with wood sticks inside it. He flicked a switch on the side of the box and
it made a hissing noise and a dollar bill acceptor lit up on the front of
the box. The guard explained " Insert $5 into this bill acceptor and lift
out one of these sticks." The guard demonstrated. "You will notice the
stick has a long wire attaching it to this generator box. Plus the stick
has a metal tip. For $5 you get 15 minutes to stand next to the FAG and
poke or touch him anyplace on his body. The minute that metal tip touches
an area the FAG animal will get a shock. It's not enough to kill IT or burn
the flesh. But it's enough to have IT howling and jumping around like the
caged animal it is. The best is when you touch the stick to ITs penis or
over sensitive nipples , ball or pussy. That really sends them into
orbit. Best of all the animal still has ITs ball gag still in, so IT won't
wake up other sleeping truckers. "We're heading off to bed now guys" said
the guard. " But we will leave the Stun Sticks turned on all night. Enjoy
your selfs guys". With that, the guards left me to the crowd of sadistic
truckers. As I looked up, I could see more trucks entering the Truck
Stop. One after another they kept coming. I was left here all alone. I was
to be the paid toy for the night. A line soon formed, and I spent the night
in continual agony. Truckers dropped $5 dollar bills like water to watch me
dance in pain. One guy even inserted the Stun Stick into my ear. That had
my brain and head shaking back and forth. The torment never ended till
morning and the truckers had to head out on the road again. If I got 30
minutes sleep- that was a lot. My guards on the other hand walked back to
the truck nice and rested holding a cup of coffee in their hands. They
flicked off the Stun Stick machine and jumped up onto the truck. They got
something out of the bag that yesterday's guards had handed them. One guard
fastened what looked like a large funnel with a hose ,facing forward, to
one of the trucks poles. The other guard undid the back screw from the anal
lock plug and inserted into the plug the hose from the funnel. "This should
be fun for you FAG. We're guessing you didn't get much sleep last night."
The guard said as he undid my ball gag and inserted another three hard on
pills into my mouth. He then refastened the ball gag. "But I bet you had a
shockingly good time anyway" they both laughed. "We have just attached
something called an ASS RAM JET to your anal plug. The faster we drive, the
more air the funnel collects and shoots into your ass. It will feel like
your getting fucked and blown up like a ballon at the same time. I've been
told it's very uncomfortable. That plus the 3 extra strength hard on pills
I just gave you should make it impossible for you to fall asleep. Hell ,
you won't know if you should fuck the air, dance from the pain or try to
snooze, all at the same time. Enjoy Bitch". The guards jumped down from the
truck and headed onto the highway.  They were correct about the Ass Ram
Jet. It made me feel like a Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade Ballon being
blown up. But it also forced air so quickly past my prostrate that I got
horny and turned on. That in turn triggered my other modifications. I was
soon dancing around like a puppet in sexual heat and pain. When the hard on
pills would trigger and the No Grow hit, I thought my mind would explode
from all the sensations. Why was everyone being so cruel to me. I'm just
18. I want to go home. Please let me go home. I just want to be normal
again. I just want this to all end. But instead I just got more torment
from passing cars and trucks. After 4 hours of driving we stopped at a rest
area where my mouth gage was taken off. I was unchained and given a bowl of
FAG Chow. Which I quickly lapped down. My arms and legs were in such pain
from being chained that I was almost glad I was only allowed to lap up my
chow. I doubt I could have lifted my arms to use a spoon to eat with, like
in the old days.  When my FAG CHOW was all gone I was re chained upright in
the cage again and my gag was reinserted. My guards became hungry and
headed into the rest area restaurant. But again I was left on
display. Minutes seemed like hours as I just baked in the sun. To my
misfortune a bus load of AAA Minor League Baseball Players pulled up and
parked next to my truck. The side of the truck read The Devil Stallions.
Twenty four dirty uniformed players and their coaches piled out of the
bus. All it took was for the first guy to notice me and then all hell broke
loose. They called me every dirty name under the sun. One guy said his
brother had died in the war and scum like me should not be allowed to
live. A few of the guys picked up small stones from the parking lot and
started throwing them at me. Being baseball players their aim was good and
their speed fast. Each stone hurt like hell. But all I could do was squirm
in my chains and moan into my gag. Then one of the guys started pressing
down on the truck bed. Before I knew it all 24 of the players had
surrounded the truck and we're rocking it back and forth. I bounced in my
cage. My arms and legs felt like they would be torn off as my body was
thrust from side to side with great force. "Die FAG Die" became the
chant. "Shit like you don't deserve to live. Let's flip this truck over and
teach that FAG a lesson !". I thought for sure the mob of hunky muscular
baseball players was going to kill me. The truck rocked violently back and
forth. Any minute it might be possible for these young well developed
Stallions to flip the truck. Just then one of the coaches yelled out. "Cut
the shit men. Our fucking club can't afford to pay the government for that
truck. You damage the truck, you pay for it. Either stop it now or the
money comes from your pay checks." With not a single care for me, the mob
did stop. But only because truck damage would cost the players money. The
team filed away towards the restaurant, but not before each player spit on
me. My life could end at any moment. I could be used as a fuck animal at
any moment. I could be a urinal or punching bag at any moment. That was my
new life. That's how low I truly was. As I looked about the lot, life just
went on for all the humans around me. To them it was a nice sunny day. For
me , it was another day in living hell, and that's exactly what the
government wanted it to be. Who in his right mind would ever desert the
Army after seeing what my life was like. About 35 minutes later the entire
Baseball team returned. As expected they walked past me and made sure I
felt like shit. Again stones were thrown and insults given. But I didn't
expect what came next. With all the players finally on the bus I dared to
look up into the buses window. I could see all the busses windows were open
and the players were taking off their uniform pants. Belts were undone and
white pin stripe baseball pants were unzipped and pulled down. I could see
dirt streaked white compression shorts with the obscene bulge of the
players rank smelling cup supporter underneath. Some of the guys didn't
wear the compression shorts, just a cup and its supporter. As they would
twist and turn I could see their firm hard athletic asses outlined by their
jock straps. The players compression shorts and cup supporters were all
down now. Their manly cocks hung out low, proud and visible to the world.
These guys didn't give a shit who say their jock cocks. They were on a
mission, and the mission was my humiliation. At the 6 windows closest to me
, six naked angry baseball jocks lined up. They each grabbed their cocks
and aimed them at me. One by one they started pissing. being the athletes
they were, aim was very important to them. They made sure their piss
covered my bald head and hairless chest. Others aimed at my face, crotch
and penis. A few aimed at my Donation bucket. I could feel the heat of the
baseball players piss as it hit my body. Being young and virile their piss
streams were strong and lasted a long time. But as the first down of 6
players stopped pissing, another 6 took their place. Then a mother 6. Then
finally the last 6. All 24 young arrogant hot shot baseball jocks had made
sure they pissed on the worthless coward FAG parked next to their bus. I
was covered from head to toe in piss. Pools of piss had formed on the truck
bed and the bottom of my cage. It smelled like I was standing in a
urinal. I could hear the coach barking orders as the bus started up. "Now
fucking get dressed you ass holes. There are respectable people at this
rest stop. Many of them are our fans. Your fun is done, now get dressed and
in your seats". The bus pulled out, but not before I heard more shouts of
"Die FAG. It smells like piss out there. Those worthless FAG stink to holy
hell. Boy if I get my hands on you , your a dead man." Then the bus was out
of sight. The guards finally returned and we were on our way. They never
said a word about the piss covered truck bed or the horrible smell coming
from me and the pools of piss on the truck floor. We drove for hours and
hours as I breathed in the rancid smell of old piss. To both my horror and
delight, It started to rain and thunder. But the guards just kept
driving. The rain pelted my body like thousands of needles as we just kept
driving. At least the piss was washed away. Somehow , despite the rain,
thunder and occasional No Grow Pain Dance, I did manage to fall asleep. I
guess my body needed sleep more than anything else. I must have slept for
hours. When I woke it was dark out. We were on a deserted dark local
road. All I could see were trees lit by the moons light. This must mean
we're close to our final destination. To the beginning of a new hell for
me. Eventually we slowed down at a military checkpoint. We were at the
base.  Oh God , we had arrived. We were at my new base. The base at which I
would be severely used and abused by overly horny, cruel , Seasoned Special
Ops Soldiers. Plus I would be video taped as it happened. My life would
never be the same again.