Date: Thu, 30 Jul 2015 13:22:16 -0400
From: "tooluse2@gmail.com" <tooluse2@gmail.com>
Subject: GFAG  Chapter 6: Welcome to the Barracks

GFAG
A story by: Tom Tooluse

Chapter 6: Welcome to the Barracks

This is a sexually explicit erotic gay story only to be read by mature
legal adults over the age of 18. If this type of material offends you or is
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         We stopped at the base checkpoint. Two soldiers dressed in ACUs
came out of the small booth they had been in. One soldier went up to the
driver to check his paperwork. Another soldier had a German Shepard dog on
a leash, and was walking him around the truck. The dog sniffed by the truck
tires, then looked under the tuck. As the dog reached the back of the truck
it saw me and started barking. Both the soldier and dog jumped up onto the
flat bed of the truck. "Hey guys. You need to unlock the FAGs cage so the
dog can check IT out" yelled the soldier to the guards. Since the driver
was busy showing the paper work, the guard in the passenger seat came up
onto the back of the truck and unlocked my cage. The dog started barking
and growling as he lunged for me and was yanked back by the soldier. "Easy
Brutus. Easy boy. Go check the animal out." The dog entered my cage and
started sniffing and walking around my chained legs. At one point the dogs
nose was right up against my cock and ball sack. I pulled back in fear, and
the dog started growling. "I wouldn't move a muscle if I were you
FAG. Brutus here is rather temperamental. If he gets angry he's going to
just bite that pathetic cock and ball right off you and eat it as a snack."
I froze every muscle in my body and didn't dare move as the dog continued
his inspection of me. I could hear the metal dog leash slide over my metal
chains as the dog circled to my back. Then I felt a large wet cold nose at
my butt crack and pussy. Suddenly the dog jumped up and put its paws on my
back. "Down Brutus" yelled the soldier. "Just check him out. He's not your
hole. Your hole is waiting for you in the kennel compound." With that, the
dog got on all four legs and exited the cage. The cage was locked and the
guard, soldier and dog all jumped off the truck. The driver was given
directions on how to get to receiving . Just then I looked into the booth
again and noticed a soldier holding a camera. My nightmare had
begun. Already they were recording my new video.
            Our truck drove onto the base. The roads were worn due to
continual usage by large military vehicles. Because of the rough roads I
was bouncing around in the cage a lot. My already sore wrists were now
getting even more bruised. But soon we reached receiving. It was a series
of cargo bays. Our truck simply backed up to one of the bay's. A soldier
open a large brown gate. Inside the loading dock I could see crates piled
high. I was being unloaded like all the other common military items. I was
no better than crates of socks, blankets or toilet paper. Next to the
soldier stood an officer hold a chain dog leash. My drivers got out of the
truck and approached the officer. They all saluted and shook hands and
checked over some paper work. Then my guards came over to me and unlocked
my cage and undid my chains and gag. The officer hooked the dog leash onto
my nose ring, and never even bothered to look at me. I was no more
important to him than a dirty used condom found on the ground of a parking
lot. Walking back into the loading dock the officer yanked on the leash and
I moved forward. The force and pace which he was pulling me caused my head
to lean forward and my sore legs to almost stumble. Once I was inside the
loading bay, the large gate was closed. I don't know why, but I suddenly
became petrified. I felt trapped. I looked about the warehouse and next to
one of the taller piles of crates was the soldier with the camera. All of a
sudden the officer hit me hard against the back of my head. "You fucking
jump when a human speaks to you, you dumb fucking piece of maggot shit. Do
I make myself clear". He must have given me an order that I missed while I
was looking around the warehouse. I nodded yes. "Now hold that fucking FAG
ID tattoo still while I scan it". He moved a bar code scanner over my ID
tattoo. He then punched some buttons and handed the scanner to one of the
drives. "It belongs to you now". Said the guard. " Here is the FAGs
remote. He really likes that red "explosive " button. It makes the animal
one obedient Bitch" The office took the remote and asked. "Did the Yellow
Stripe give you any trouble?" "Fuck No. That fucking single dingle knew IT
would have Its head blown off if IT pissed me off. The bitch was a good
little FAG. Again I was hit hard on the back of my head. "Bend over and
spread that FAG pussy." Came the order from the driver. I did as directed
and could feel him reinserting the anal lock plug screw and turning it. The
plug shrunk inside me. "This is one tight Bitch. Almost totally Virgin. The
guys will really enjoy breaking it in. Listen to this." The driver grabbed
hold of the anal plug. The camera man was now behind us. With one swift
movement the driver yanked the plug out. A real loud pop echoed in the
warehouse, and I let out a large groan of pain. " Dame that's tight pussy
said the officer. Well you guys take it easy. Feel free to use the on duty
FAG at the Base Housing. Have a good night." The officer yanked hard on my
leash and pulled me quickly forward as he walked through the warehouse and
towards a building titled Kennel/Compound. My nose hurt as he pulled on it,
and several times I almost feel over. Not caring about me, the officer just
continued walking fast and pulling me along.
       As we entered the Kennels about 15 dogs started barking and and
moving in their cages. But what caught my attention were two dog cages
about 50 feet apart from one another. Inside each cage was an older
GFAG. Both white. Both about 35. But what instantly caught my attention
were the scars and claw marks on their naked bodies. On their backs were
deep long scrape and claw marks, some having already turned into
scars. Unlike the dogs, both GFAGs held their heads down and both wore ball
gags. I assume the gags were to stop them from talking to each other when
alone. Tattooed in large black letters ,on the side of the one FAG was the
name "Good Bitch" and on the other "Bitch Hole". We reached an empty dog
cage and the officer stopped , opened the cage and unhooked my
leash. "Inside Bitch". I got on my knees and turned to crawl into the cage
and was swiftly kicked real hard in my ass. "Didn't they teach you any
fucking manors in that Training and Modification Center? On this base you
kiss an officers dirty boots or smelly bare feet when he is done with
you. Scum like you must always show respect to humans." I kissed the tops
of each of his dirty Army boots, then looked up at him. "Craw into your
cage dog. The Sergeant Major in charge of barracks F will pick you up
tomorrow morning. He fucking can't wait to meet you. One of the guys that
died in the ambush you ran away from , was a good friend of his. He is
looking forward to giving you some personal training." Laughing he locked
my cage , headed to the door, turned off the lights and left. Oh No. I was
already on the shit list of the man who had life and death control of me. I
curled up into a ball in the corner of my cage, and just shook till I
eventually fell asleep.
         Like at the Training Center, I was woken early by the loud barking
of dogs and the noise of slaves hosing out cages. With the morning light I
got a good look around the kennels. There must have been about 15 dogs,
mostly German Shepard. The Army used them as guard dogs and bomb sniffing
dogs. Beyond the cages, there were dog runs which led to a large lift gate
that was now open. Above the gate was the title, "Compound." I could see
that the Compound was a large outdoors fenced in area that the dogs could
run around in. The fence had a paved sidewalk on the opposite side, where
soldiers could look at and perhaps even feed the dogs by passing some food
through the fence. But what I didn't understand were the two low wooden
benches in the center of the compound. I tilted my head , in my cage, the
best I could to get a better view of the benches. By now both older FAGs
were being chained and strapped, belly down, legs spread far apart, onto
these benches. I was trying to figure out why, when I heard the door to the
kennels swing open. In stepped My Sergeant Major, with a camera man next to
him. My heart instantly sank and I wanted to throw up from fear. He walked
over to my cage and waited for me to turn in my cage and face the cage door
and look up at him. Looking down at me he gurgled up a huge hocker and spit
it right onto my face. It ran into my eyes , down along my nose and into
the corners of my mouth. He unlocked the cage, opened the door and stood
there blocking my exit. I knew what to do. I bent my head down and kissed
the tops of both his boots. "I'm Sgt. Woods". The hulk of a man said. "I'm
your God. I say if you live or die". With that he lifted one boot and hit
me hard in the face with it. "Out" he yelled. I crawled out and waited for
the next order. "Stand". I did as ordered. Sgt. Woods took a metal chain
dog leash from his pocket and hooked it onto my cock ring. He then just
turned around and started walking. But not before he yanked real hard on
the leash. The skin of my cock shaft was roughly pulled forward. The ring
pulled on the hole through my shaft and pain flashed through my penis. But
I quickly followed behind, like an obedient dog.
        We left the kennel and entered the bright light of morning. Once I
was outside I could see hundreds of solders in uniform. They were all going
about their business as I was paraded past them. I was now deep red in
color. The shame of being paraded around by my cock was unbelievable
embarrassing. We would stroll between groups of walking soldiers and the
Sgt. would purposely yank on my leash, making me groan out loud. A few guys
snapped their fingers at me. But I didn't understand why. The Sgt. Told
them I was new and not yet aware of Base rules and polices. At one point ,
as we passed a barracks with a lot of soldiers hanging out in front the
Sgt. paused . The Sgt. then walked me over to a tree. He ordered me to get
on all fours and lift my right leg and piss on the tree like the animal I
was. Having been caged and frightened all night I did have to go pee. But
with all those soldiers watching and hooting at me, it was hard at
first. Eventually the piss did flow out. Me on all fours , with my back leg
lifted like a dog and piss flowing from my hanging cock and ball, I was the
perfect picture of an animal taking a piss. But because of my ring and the
attached leash, the piss squirted all over me, the ground and the
tree. Seeing that , the soldiers broke into laughter. "You had better house
train your new dog Sarge." Yelled out one of the guys. "Don't you worry. We
have some Real Good training planned for this bitch". The Sarge answered
back. He yanked hard on my leash, causing me to fall onto my side rolling
onto the piss covered grass. Again the soldiers roared in laughter. I just
turned a darker shade of red because of the humiliation.
         The Sgt. Started walking again, while pulling on my leash. I did
not have time to stand up quickly enough , so the skin of my cock shaft was
pulled to its limits. I scrambled to my feet the best I could and was soon
trailing behind the big man. He had a rugged masculine frame. His shoulders
, back and muscular arms stretching the fabric of his uniform as though
they had been poured into it. His hands and arms could knock me out cold as
quickly as they could snap my neck. I looked ahead of me at his tight ACU
covered ass cheeks. They were round and firm. On his pants butt I could
faintly see a thin sweat streak tracing his ass crack, knowing some day my
tongue would be between those cheeks lapping up that sweat. I would soon be
licking out my Sgt. Woods, My Gods, hole. I knew all to well that I was now
his pleasure animal. My very life depended on his pleasure. Jogging towards
us. Dressed in just brown PT shorts, and running shoes was another
soldier. As he approached us he stopped to talk to my tormentor, my
God. "Hey Woods. Is that the new FAG you were talking about? Looks like
It's going to be fun to use. Hope you don't break this one like the last
one." Sgt. Woods slapped him on his bare sweaty back and chuckled. "It's
not my fault they sent me a weak skinny pussy coward last time. The bitch
couldn't keep my log happy so someone had to teach It a lesson." The sweaty
jogger walked over to me. He reached out and squeezed my right nipple
between his fingers. My face started to contort in pain. So he squeezed
even harder, obviously enjoying my torment. Sgt. Woods just looked on,
pleased at what he saw. It was the look a guy gets when a buddy checks out
his new sports car. "Are you benching the animal in the gym, so the rest of
us can use It ?" Asked the jogger as his hand released my nipple and traced
its way down my chest only to roughly grab my cock and ball. As he looked
down he spotted my pussy. "Holy fuck they did a good job on this
bitch. Nice combination." He released my basket to tickle my pussy with his
fingers. Of course that caused the fiber implants to start my pussy itch. I
could not control myself , and I let out a pleasure moan. "Fuck this is
fun. Woods , you have to let the rest of us hammer this FAG. The bitch begs
for it". Woods chuckled again and said. "Yea, they made some great
modifications on this GFAG. My guys are going to really enjoy wearing it
out. I'll seriously think about gym benching the animal." They shook hands
and each continued on their way. As we approached the base bank Sgt. Woods
took my collar remote control from his pocket and handed it to the camera
man. Fear crossed my face, causing Sgt. Woods to laugh again. "Bitch your
so fucking stupid it's hilarious. We don't need the remote to kill you
here. On base we just use the remote to amuse ourself shocking you. Cunt,
get used to it. There is no place to run or hide. Your a FAG for
life. Which in most cases isn't to long. Your on a military base,
surrounded by a fence. Take one unauthorized step beyond that fence and
your explosive collar is automatically triggered.  No remote even
needed. Besides that. If the collar didn't kill you the common ever day
American citizen would. They hate your fucking guts. You have no place to
run or hide. I'm sure you enjoyed how citizens treated you on the ride
here." He explained the remote to the camera man and told him to enjoy
himself while he ran into the bank to take care of some business. I thought
I was going to just be left standing there. But foolish me, there was no
humiliation in that. Sgt. Woods once again yanked on my leash and brought
me right up to the banks brick wall. Once there I saw a series of
hooks. Above the hooks read a sign. GFAGs Not Permitted in Bank, Hitch All
GFAGs Here. Sgt. Woods pull up hard on my leash. In order to not have him
rip off my cock, I had to go on my tip toes. At that point My New God
hooked my leash on the wall hook. There I hung by my cock leash, my
foreskin stretched to the extreme, on my tip toes. It hurt, I was
uncomfortable. I was hanging naked in public, starring at a wall. I was so
humiliated. I could not stop myself. I stared to tear up, when suddenly
there was a shock from my collar. My body jerking caused me to pull harder
on my leashed cock, increasing my pain. It was apparent the camera man was
enjoying himself as he shocked me three more times in a row. By the time
Sgt. Woods exited the bank, a small group had stopped to watch my
performance. I could hear one of the soldiers in the group say to his
buddy. " I still think they should just execute cowards. Why allow them to
enjoy servicing humans. One bullet to the head is all they deserve." His
buddy responded "Yea, but you have to admit it's great punching and fucking
the bitches." By that point the camera man had handed back the remote and
Sgt. Woods had unhooked my leash from the wall. Red with shame I was
paraded past the crowd that had gathered as we continued on the path to my
future home, my barracks of Hell.
      As the camera man and Sgt. Woods walked ahead of me talking together,
I took the time to look around the base, as they pulled my leash. It was a
very very large base. We must have passed 4 barracks and at least 5
administration buildings so far. Being naked and barefooted I often would
step on a stone and grimace in pain. As we passed between two large
buildings I noticed another GFAG in an ally. He was on his knees with two
soldiers in front of him. We were moving to quickly, so I could not make
out what they were doing. At one point I glanced up at a sign that read
GFAG Punishment Area with an arrow pointing to a raised platform in the
middle of the base commons. I froze for a second as I looked at it. My stop
made the leash go taught and Sgt. Woods looked back at me. He saw the
platform and said. "Keep moving FAG. You will visit that area soon enough."
He then pulled me forward.
     There in front of us stood Barracks F. I started to shiver as soon as
I saw it. It was a low , but long building, with two steps leading up into
it. Outside by the door were three more FAG Hooks like at the bank. The
Sgt. Led me up the steps and into my new home. The camera man had run ahead
of us to video my entrance. "Welcome to the Barracks" said Sgt. Woods, as I
entered. Since that was going to be the name of the new video, I'm guessing
what he said was pre planned. But next he slapped me unexpectedly hard
across the face. Then a second time and a third. "Get the fuck on your
knees FAG and show proper respect to the barracks , kiss the floor, you
stupid ass bitch". My face stinging in pain, I did as ordered. "Now crawl
like the dog you are bitch and look around at your new home. The home that
contains American Soldiers, real men, with real needs." As I crawled down
the length of the barracks, I passed a row of 25 beds on each side. Each
area had one locker and one bed covered in a brown blanket. That would be
50 Special Ops Soldiers and the Officers using me on a daily basis. My God
I'm going to die here. Leaving the barracks bay, we passed a room on the
left with Sgt. Woods name on its door. Directly across was another room
with an X on the door. Woods looked down at me and said "Your going to
enjoy that room !" He then yanked my chain and led me into the bathroom
area. On one side was one long trough urinal with a hose coming out the
drain. Next to it was an area with a peg in the ground in the shape of a
penis and straps on the wall and floor. I gave a long look at the peg as
the camera man zoomed in on my face. Woods getting a little impatient
pulled me towards the toilet stalls. Ten in a row with a partition between
each but with no doors. Across from the stalls was a row of ten sinks and a
large mirror covering the wall behind the sinks. The last area of the room
had a large opening that led to an open communal shower room. There were
about 15 shower heads sticking out from the walls and a few drains in the
floor. "Well bitch, this is home. Twenty Five of the guys are out at field
training for few days. The other twenty five will be back from their hike
in an hour or so. They can't wait to meet you bitch. Most haven't had sex
in almost two months. Dame, your going to be real popular!" Sgt. Woods then
had me crawl into his room. The room had one bed, made up just like those
in the barracks. But he had two lockers and a desk. On the far wall was a
FAG hook. Once again he attached my leash to the FAG Hook, my foreskin
stretched and me on my tip toes. He then left the room , turned off the
light and closed the door. Alone I stared to cry. I'm just 18.