Date: Mon, 24 Aug 2015 04:03:08 -0400
From: "tooluse2@gmail.com" <tooluse2@gmail.com>
Subject: GFAG  Chapter 9: Be All the FAG You can Be

GFAG
A story by: Tom Tooluse

Chapter 9: Be All the FAG You can Be

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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      It has been two years since The Coming In Party, but I remember that
night very clearly, especially it's ending. I spent that entire night in
pain as Sgt. Woods beer bottle was left wedged up my ass. In the very early
morning hours, two slaves came with a stretcher and carried me to the Vets
office. Once we arrived at the Vets , the slaves just deposited me on the
floor and left. I was number 4 in line to be examined by the Vet, after
three dogs. When it was finally my turn I was lifted onto a metal table and
the Vet used an instrument that looked like salad tongs to yank the bottle
from my hole. The Vet spent about another two hours repairing my pussy and
hole. Afterward he said I was lucky to be alive. Had I not received
enhancements and modifications at the training center, the trauma caused by
the bottle entering my ass, would have killed me. I then spent about three
days, lying in a cage in the Vets recovery room, as my bottom
healed. During those three days I had a lot of time to reflect on my
situation. It was very clear to me that Sgt. Woods would kill me if I gave
him any excuse. Therefore I vowed to never give him or any other soldier an
excuse. I was going to follow that old Army slogan , " To Be All You Can
Be", or in this case " To Be All The FAG I Could Be". No matter what was
demanded of me, I would do it to the very best of my ability, with pleasure
and gratitude always portrayed. I knew far to well that my life depended on
it.
      At the end of the three day recovery period, the Vet just said, "
Walk back to your barracks." I looked up at him in shock, not knowing what
to do. Was I to wait for a transport soldier, or did he mean for me to walk
back on my own? "How fucking stupid are you FAG ? Get your fucking pussy
out of here and get back to making your worthless body useful to humans."
This would be my first time alone in public since I had become a FAG. I was
actually petrified to walk out the Vets door and into the outside
world. What if I did something wrong. What if I forgot to follow a rule.  I
remembered walking towards my barracks, always mindful to stay out of the
way of humans, and to never look at or talk to another FAG. A group of
three soldiers, snapped their fingers as I was about to pass them. I
instantly got on my knees and assumed the Urinal position. All three of the
men pissed into my mouth, but continued talking as though I were not even
there. To them I was just another urinal, like one you would find in any
restroom.  As protocol dictated, I kissed their boots as they zipped up ,
and I then went along my way.
        As I reached the doorway to my barracks, I was afraid to walk
in. Was I allowed to? Was I to knock first ? Do I wait to be escorted in ?
I didn't want to be punished for doing the wrong thing. But finally I just
decided to walk in. Remembering my first visit to the barracks, I
immediately got on my knees and kissed the barracks floor. Then I got up
and walked to the center of the room. I was totally lost as where to go or
what to do. Sgt. Woods came out of his room. He walked up to me and punched
me in the gut. " I see you lived. No help from me in that department. You
really are one fucking piece of shit you lazy FAG,. You waisted three good
days laying around that Vets office. You had better make up for that down
time by pleasing my men." Sgt. Woods then led me back to the latrine
area. On the floor between the toilets and the urinal trough was a dirty
piss stained towel and a dog bowl. "This is where you sleep , eat, and wait
to be called. You see that toilet bowl shit head" and he pointed to the
toilet closest to me. "That toilet will always be left with un flushed piss
in it for you to drink. Once in awhile the soldier assigned may forget to
flush his shit, so just drink around it. We don't use any fancy Donation
buckets here. You drink from the toilet like every other dog. Your going to
like it here in the Latrine. The guys do their best to make it smell nice
and welcoming for you". He then started to laugh, and walked back into his
room.
        For the next two years I was the best dame FAG I could be. No
matter how mean, how cruel, how painful or how perverted the soldiers
orders were, I fulfilled them all. It got to the point where I knew the 51
, ( including Sgt. Woods ) special ops soldiers better than their wives and
girlfriends. I knew how they liked me to suck them off. I knew what
positions and how they liked to fuck me. I knew which men would hurt me
badly and which men just wanted relief.  It got to the point where you
could blindfold me while I was sucking a cock or getting fucked and I could
tell you who the soldier using me was. I knew the scent of each mans feet
and crotch. I could even tell them apart by their farts.
        During a short deployment overseas, Sgt. Woods purchased a new sex
toy from a foreign shop. The toy was called "Get The Point". It was a
simple oval shaped piece of leather with pointy spikes covering one side of
it. In the center was a hole about the size of a U.S. quarter. Sgt. Woods
summoned me to his room. He place me on his bed, on my back with my legs
tied upward. My pussy and ass were now fully exposed and accessible to
him. He then lightly played with my man made pussy until the inserted
fibers started that uncontrollable itch. I moaned as the itch grew in
strength. But he would not stop. He manipulated his fingers even harder and
faster. Back and forth, back and forth he would rub his fingers. The
entrance to my hole was now burning to be scratched. To be scratched by his
massive cock. But he just stared into my eyes, and kept playing with my
pussy until he saw my eyes roll backwards with need. My pussy lips and
sphincter started to spasm and I bounced and thrust harder on the bed, in
an effort to scratch that insatiable itch. As he watched my gyrations on
the bed, Sgt. Woods stroked his cock till it was at its fullest
erection. He then inserted his cock into the hole, in the center of the
"Get The Point" toy, pushing the toy flush with his body. His cock was now
hard as steel, and throbbing as blood coursed through it. Surrounding his
cock was the toy, covered with sharp pointy studs. Knowing I was in a pussy
itch frenzy, Sgt. Woods just teased me by only shoving the head of his cock
into my hole. He lightly thrust the head in and out, adding to the ever
growing itch I felt. My body bounced more and I bucked even harder on the
bed. My pussy begging to be scratched by the huge masculine cock now only
barely inside me. Slowly, just enough to tease and torture me, Sgt. Woods
pumped in and out of my pussy. Adding just a little more cock with each
thrust. My mind went crazy with need. I shoved back onto his cock as hard
as I could, to try my best to relieve my itch. I was now fucking myself on
his cock. With each thrust I was rewarded with sharp pointy studs jabbing
into my sensitive pussy lips. My mind was now numb. I was split between an
uncontrollable itch and the sharp pain of pointy studs. Not knowing what to
do, I bounced , thrust and bucked over and over again onto Sgt. Woods hard
cock. The pain and itch I felt blended together. The hard cock inside me
rubbed against my friction sensor and my enlarged prostrate. My ass muscles
and sphincter pulsed and contracted on their own. My cock began to grow
with the heightened sexual input until the No Grow added its pain to the
mix. I was now riding Sgt. Woods cock like a bucking Bronco that was out of
control. Sgt. Woods was getting the fuck of his life and enjoying every
minute of it. For me it was both heaven and hell. I would fuck hard onto
his cock to scratch the itch, only to be rewarded with searing pain as the
sharp pointy studs dug into my pussy lips. Back and forth I bucked. Pain
forward, relief backwards. Pain forward, relief backwards. But I couldn't
stop myself. The modifications had taken control of me. I could see in
Sgt. Woods eyes he was about to dump his load inside me. He lifted his hand
and started slapping my face hard as I bucked and bounced on his cock and
the "Get The Point". He was at the point of no return, and so was I.  Hot
cum shot from Sgt. Woods cock as he gave me one last thrust and one last
hard slap across my face. I to was on the very verge of shooting my
load. My eyes went wide open as my mouth groaned in a mix of horrible pain
and joy. But just as I was about to shot my load, the Flip Valve took over
and immediately ended my orgasm.  Just one more second is all I would have
needed, and I too would have felt the joy of orgasm. But I was again denied
that joy. Instead my body shook and vibrated all over from the sudden
frustration and denial . As always the pleasure was all his and the
frustration and pain was all mine. My added last minute vibrations milked
the last few drops of cum from Sgt. Woods now spent cock. He yanked his
cock from my hole, warning me to not get any of his cum onto his bed covers
as his cum leaked from my ass. I was untied and sent to my towel on the
latrine floor, to once again ponder my lowly existence.
       Tex, was a soldier from Texas ( where else ), who used me often. He
enjoyed hooking a chain leash to each of my ear rings. While fucking my ass
, he would hoot and holler , smack my ass and yank on the chains like they
were a horses reins and I was his horse. He loved to yell out " Ride it
FAG, make this cowboy happy". I always did as ordered. Yet I found it funny
that he acted like a cowboy since he had lived in a major Texas city , not
a ranch, his entire life.
       Stan from Iowa, was an average sized soldier with dirty blond
hair. I enjoyed being used by him because I could pretend he cared about
me. Even though I knew better. He enjoyed using me late at night. He would
have me sleep with him in his cot and would fuck my pussy nice and slow as
he fingered and squeezed my nipples. I would moan in pleasure and he would
talk to me like I was his wife, even calling me by her name. His sex was
gentle and slow. I would tell myself that this soldier cared. But in
honest, I knew he was just pretending I was his wife. When he would shoot
his load up my ass , he would lightly bite on my ear . Once in awhile he
would even fall asleep with his cock still up my ass. But the minute he
would stir and waken , he would just double up his knees and forcefully
kick me off his cot and onto the hard barracks floor. He seemed like such a
good husband and nice guy. Yet I found out he held the greatest number of
kills during combat, and that he especially enjoyed using torture on
prisoners.
      Jason from New Jersey was a fast talking arrogant soldier. The know
it all type. He stood about 6'1", with black hair and well developed arm
muscles. He enjoyed shoving his cock deep into me while force fucking my
throat. At times he would shove his fingers up my pussy while I sucked on
him, almost to the point of fisting me. "You love my cock you worthless
piece of shit, don't you. Your one fucking lucky FAG to be choking on this
Italian Sausage, you mother fucking shit. There are women all over New
Jersey that are creaming right now thinking about the last time I fucked
them." was what I heard from him over and over again. One night his hand
was to rough on my pussy and the Vet had to do some repairs on it.
        Robert from Mississippi scared me as much as Sgt. Woods. He was a
tall guy , with dark hair and a constant frown on his face. More than any
of the others, he enjoyed using me in the X room. Once in the room he would
use the various dildos and whips on me. He enjoyed hurting me more than all
the other men, including Sgt. Woods. Sometimes while fucking me, he would
hold his large hand over my nose and mouth, making it impossible for me to
breath. He would punch fuck my ass hard, getting closer and closer to
orgasm. As my air supply dwindled away I would involuntarily kick and
thrash around. Robert would then smile. It's the only times I ever saw him
smile. I would be close to blacking out from lack of air, when I would feel
Roberts cum shooting up inside me. He would then collapse on top of me and
remove his hand. I would gasp for air as his sweaty body just lay on top of
me, crushing me into the bed.
        Many of the soldiers enjoyed having me wash them in the shower in
the morning. Three or four of them would have me drink their piss as they
showered. As I would swallow their piss, and shower water fell on my head,
I'd think back to my youth and how I enjoyed pissing in the swimming
pool. The guys always took pleasure in having me wash their ass hole, and
the spaces between the toes on their feet. One of my other important
morning jobs was to clean the men after they took a shit in the toilet. The
soldier would summon me by my wrist implant. Even though the toilets had
toilet paper, a lot of the guys enjoyed having me use the brush and a wet
towel on their shit covered asses. I would enter the stall, and look at
their turds floating in the toilet along with their piss. If the guy
nodded, I was to flush the toilet , but only with permission . The soldier
would then bend over. I would use a wet , very soft bristle brush to rub up
and down their shit covered ass crack. Then I'd take a wet rag and
throughly was out their crack and even into their hole. That left the
soldier truly clean. When you think about it, toilet paper only smears and
scrapes away the shit- it never actually gets a guys ass clean. When I
washed a soldiers ass, it was truly clean. Sometimes the guy would make me
rim their ass and hole when I was done , just to make sure I did a good
job. After all, if I missed any shit during the cleaning, it would end up
in my mouth. That's a real incentive to do a good job on the soldiers ass.
        This may sound strange, but the sex , the violence and the morning
cleanings,, really didn't bother me all that much. After awhile I started
taking pride in being able to give a soldier a larger orgasm, being heard
yelling more during a beating or licking an ass that I had just washed
clean. What bothered me the most over these past two years was the complete
lack of kindness and friendship. No one, not one single person ever spoke
to me or held a conversation with me. I was never permitted to talk, unless
ordered to give simple one word responses. It got to the point where I
thought I might forget how to talk. Surrounded by thousands of men, I was
all alone. To all the humans I was a worthless thing to be used and
discarded. Many nights, I would lay on my piss soiled towel in the latrine,
looking at the puddles of piss on the floor that had not quite made it from
the soldiers penis and into the trough. I could smell the un flushed shit
and the acrid odor of my piss toilet. I could here the footsteps of a
soldier or two and the loud snoring of tired men, and I would cry. I would
cry knowing that no one cared if I lived or died. No one loved me or for
that matter, even liked me. I was all alone. At the age of 20, I had no
future. At the age of 20, I could not legally drink or gamble, yet as a
convicted coward and sentenced FAG, I could be repeatedly fucked, suck
cock, be beaten and tortured, and the U.S. government not only allowed it,
they encouraged it. Knowing this, I would sob and tears would flow down my
face. Then my wrist implant would go off. I would crawl to the soldiers
bed, and suck him off, lick his feet or offer him my man pussy, all the
while smiling. After being used I would once again thank the soldier for
using me by kissing his feet.
           As hard as the nights were, the holidays were even worse. During
the Christmas season I would think about my family and pretend that soon
I'd be going home on leave to visit them. But that was just a lie I told
myself. I knew all to well that I would never go home. I had no home. I
never would. Plus the family I once had, now hated me and disavowed me. On
Christmas Day, most of the guys were off base with friends and family. So I
was removed from the barracks and placed inside a large dog cage in the
kennels. I was chained to the floor by my cock ring. A spreader bar was
placed on my legs, and I was given several hard on pills so my No Grow
would cause me pain. Three dogs were placed in the large cage with me. I
spent all day and night- pushing them away from me, as they tried to lick
my hole, or come close to me with their doggy hard ons. Fearing what the
dogs might do to me I stayed up all night guarding myself. Merry Christmas
to me.
           The winter season had me curled up and shivering on the cold
latrine floor. The soldiers all wore long thermal underwear, yet I was
always kept naked. Even when I would be sent outside to run an errand, I
was naked. But inside the barracks the soldiers would walk around in their
long underwear. The ivory colored fabric of their thermals would stretch
around their massive muscular bodies. Every curve and bulge made the men
look like they were carved out of ivory colored marble. Usually while
sucking them off or getting fucked by them, the men would just fish their
hard cock out of the thermals fly. No need for their bodies to get cold
while enjoying my mouth or ass. Plus their cock would soon be placed
someplace warm. For me winter was just one more hardship to endure. Just
one more thing beating me down.
            At Easter, the camp had all us FAGs put on an Easter
show. Hundreds of soldiers sat in the base auditorium as we put on a
holiday show for them. The earlier FAGs, those that had received almost no
modifications were made to dress up like Easter bunnies. They stayed mostly
nude, but wore fake rabbit ears and had a fussy butt plug up their
ass. They still had front teeth, unlike us newer FAGs, so they pretended to
be chewing on fake cock shaped carrots. They had to hop around and amuse
the soldiers seated in the auditorium. The heavily modified FAGs , those
that looked like women, were made to put on a large strip tease and Can Can
act. They ran around giggling like women, and rubbing themselves on the
men. Many soldiers grabbed them and fucked them or got blow jobs as they
finished their act. I could not help but to think what the people in their
previous life would think if they could see these women/men now. Many of
them HAD wives, girlfriends and children in their past life.
         My barracks had a special act set up for me. In the week prior to
the Easter show, the men held a contest to see which ten men on base had
the largest, thickest cocks. For my Easter act, the 10 largest cock winners
dressed up like Roman Soldiers. They then dressed me in rags and chains and
dragged me onto the stage. I was to play the part of a war prisoner
captured by masculine ancient Roman Soldiers and be made into a slave of
Rome. On stage the 10 Roman soldiers ripped the rags off me, and threw them
to the audience. Soldiers hooted and applauded. I was chained to a cross
and a special Cat and Nine Tails whip was used on me. The whip was made
from a newly designed rubber that would cause excruciating pain without
tearing the skin. The 10 Roman soldiers made comments that I was the
property of Caesar and the Roman people. That I was to pleasure all Romans
till I died. I could not help but to think that ,that was exactly what my
life had become. But I served Americans , not Romans. During the the
whipping, the FAG Easter bunnies handed out Easter candy to the
soldiers. Something for the soldiers to munch on as they watched me being
whipped. One of the Easter bunnies then hoped on the stage and handed a raw
egg to the soldier whipping me. He announced " In keeping with the Easter
season, this raw egg will be shoved up the slaves ass. If the slave
clenches his ass during the rest of his whipping, the egg will burst. We
will all see the yellow goo run out of the slaves ass. As punishment for
breaking the egg- the slave will receive double the number of strokes from
the whip. If the slave does not clench his ass during the whipping, the egg
will remain intact, and the whipping will end." The Roman Soldier then
shoved the raw egg up my ass and continued lashing my back with the Cat and
Nine Tails. I screamed out loud as the strokes became stronger and the pain
increased. My body bucked and convulsed from the pain. I could not stop
myself. During one of the most brutal lashes, my body tensed, my ass
contracted, and the egg burst. Yellow goo squirted from my ass. The
audience rose to its feet and started shouting " Double the strokes, double
the strokes, double the strokes" I went limp. "As you wish my good country
men" said the soldier whipping me. He then applied 20 more strokes to my
back.
           Eventually I was taken from the cross. I was as lifeless as a
sack of potatoes . But that did not stop the show. I was dragged to a
replica of a Roman Chariot and chained , bent over it. Each in turn, the
horse cocked ten winners fucked me. Their muscles and sweaty skin were
accented by the fake Roman soldier uniforms they wore. They had worked it
out so that the guy with the largest cock on base, fucked me last. Since
each of the guys was power fucking me deep , hard and fast, I was in
horrible pain. To show off their macho side, each of the 10 tried to be
more cruel than the last. Each man would thrust in , then pull all the way
out to show the audience his massive cock. Then ram it back into me, full
force, up to his pubes. Most of the ten took a long time before they
ejaculated, stage fright I guess. However that only prolonged my agony. By
the time number ten was fucking me, I was bucking, crying and moaning out
loud. Soldier number ten had a cock like none I had ever seen. The would
huge doesn't give it justice. His cock was well over a foot long, I doubt
my hand could fully wrap around it. He teased me by just poking the head of
his cock in and out of my hole. Fooling my ass into thinking that was the
size cock it needed to adjust to. Then he suddenly grabbed my shoulders ,
pulled me towards him, and in one brutal thrust, rammed into my ass till he
was balls deep inside me. My scream could be heard echoing throughout the
auditorium. As he pumped in and out of my hole, he made guttural
noises. These noises mixed the the slurping and sucking sounds coming from
my ass as his cock became coated with his nine buddies cum. Tears were now
streaming down my face and I made babbling noise that even I did not
understand.  When he reached orgasm, he screamed at the top of his lungs
"Hail Caesar "and burst his load of searing hot man cum up my ass, and
collapsed on me. The audience went nuts. I received a standing ovation, or
should I say the ten soldiers received a standing ovation. Cum was running
down my legs and I shivered in pain. The ten cocks I took that night were
far beyond what any man could endure, yet I had to endure it. The audience
loved the show. As a reward for putting on a great show Sgt. Woods said
"FAG, your pussy knows no bounds. I'm giving you the honor of letting you
leave the man cum ,from those ten real men, stay up inside your
ass. Perhaps that real man spunk will somehow filter into your worthless
body and make you less worthless ". He then grabbed one of the penis shaped
carrots from a bunny, and plugged my ass with it.  That was my Easter
holiday.
                  The next two months were fairly routine. Me being used in
the regular fashion. However before I knew it , The Forth of July was upon
us. The base was decorated in patriotic bunting and was opened to the
public. Military equipment was on display, and an air show was planned for
that afternoon. Guests were even invited to stay for a night time fireworks
extravaganza. It soon became clear what my role would be for The Forth of
July. Off to one side of the base, near the food stands , was a sign that
read "Traditional Military Latrines Male Adults Only". There stood 5 Pairs
of blue Porta Potties. Between each pair of potties was a flat board about
a foot and a half wide and two foot long. It looked like a bridge
connecting the two Porta Potties. Myself and 4 other FAGs were led out to
the Potties. I was told to enter the Pottie with the sign "Tails" above
it. I entered and noticed a regular toilet. But then I was turned so I
could see an opening and the board between the two Potties. I was directed
to lay on the board, with my face sticking into the adjoining Pottie ( the
one with a sign above it reading "Heads"). I did as instructed. My legs
were spread and secured to the wall of the structure. By bent ass was now
at cock height for any visitor to the "Tails" Pottie. A covering was placed
on any openings, giving the occupant total privacy. My face was then
secured and made immobile in the "Heads" Pottie, also at cock height. This
gave the occupant the choice of using my mouth for a blowjob or a
piss. Electrodes were connected to both of my sensitive nipples via
clamps. By pressing large red buttons titled "FAG Motivators"in either
Porta Pottie, the occupant could shock my nipples to motivate me to
pleasure him more. Since few civilians ever got a chance to use a
Government FAG, the special "Traditional Military Latrines" we're a huge
hit with the civilian male visitors. My ass and mouth were in constant use
all morning and afternoon. Long lines often formed outside of each Pottie.
           Since the plight of FAGs was used to warn others to not desert,
any opportunity to publicly humiliate us was always taken. When it was time
for the fireworks, the five of us FAGs were removed from the Porta
Potties. We were lined up with ten other FAGs near where the fireworks were
shot off. We were told to face the fireworks, bend over and grab our
toes. A Roman Candle firework was then inserted up each FAGs ass. An
electronic fuse was then attached to each Roman Candle. We were warned if
we moved in any way, the fireworks would probably kill us, plus the Roman
candle in our ass may misfire and explode in our pussy. We dared not speak
to each other, for fear of punishment. But we all knew we were each
afraid. Suddenly, the fireworks in front of us went off and speakers played
patriotic songs. Tiny sparks flew on our backs, causing momentary flickers
of pain. We could hear the Oos and Aahs from the crowd of spectators, as
sky rockets exploded in the air. Then the choreographed music burst into
"Stars and Strips Forever". The Roman candles in ours asses started to
hiss. Flood lights where turned on so the spectators could see all 15 of us
bent over FAGs. Then WHAM, the Roman Candles started shooting fireworks
high into the air. Each burst of the Roman Candle was like the thrust of a
cock going into our ass. Flickers of hot firework debris burned our
butts. But the crowd of spectators went wild cheering and clapping. They
loved the sight of 15 naked FAGs being used as holders for fireworks. What
could be more patriotic than FAGs being humiliated and shooting fire from
their asses. The fireworks ended,the music died, and the crowds went
home. Soldiers came over and yanked the remains of the candles from our
asses and told us to each go back to our assigned locations. That night I
sobbed and cried a little longer, till finally sleep overcame me.
             Summer brought with it family and friends visiting the
soldiers on base. I was passed on to visiting dads, brothers and football
team mates as a kind of gift for their visit to the base. It took most of
the visitors time before they used me to the hilt. However repeat visitors
knew the drill and would jump right into me, so to speak. I was even
bragged about by my barracks soldiers as being the best FAG on
base. Hearing that would brighten my day, and make me try even harder to
bring increased pleasure to those using me that day.
         The U.S. Government had hit upon an ingenious idea with the GFAG
program. The public humiliation and punishment of GFAGs did a fantastic job
of keeping all the other citizens in line. No man in his right mind would
try to desert , or even break a law, for the simple fear that he to could
become a GFAG. By encouraging people to continue using and abusing FAGs,
public displays were always present and obvious. Military statistics showed
a huge, almost unprecedented drop in desertion and military crime.
Officers reported their troops to be extremely compliant and obedient.
Soldiers were volunteering for more risky missions and military training
classes had wait lists. Sex related crimes had almost disappeared within
the military. Deviant sex crimes were almost a thing of the past. Since
soldiers could use a FAG any way he wished, nothing done to a FAG could
ever be considered deviant. The darkest fantasy of any soldier , could now
be used on a FAG, thus freeing the soldier from any lingering guilt or
remorse. Why would any soldier run the risk of rape , or the use of a
whore, when the government supplied a free , safe and enthusiastic outlet.
Red light districts around bases closed up and were transformed into
shopping and dining areas. The government even saw a large decrease in
soldiers marrying while in service. It seemed that with sex drives
fulfilled, soldiers spent less time looking for a mate and more time
developing their fighting skills. Statistically , divorces within the
military also seemed to be slowing down dramatically. I guess with
alternate sexual outlets, soldiers complained less about the wife not
putting out, thus making for a better marriage. Wives were happy in the
knowledge that their military husbands found no need to cheat on
them. Their husband could use a non human FAG to release his natural male
sexual needs, leaving his loving emotional bond with his wife intact.
Enlistments in the military were at an all time high. Questioners given to
new recruits showed that about 90% of new recruits viewed the ability to
use a GFAG as a primary reason for joining the military. Military
psychologists published paper after paper showing the current mental state
of soldiers to be at an all time high. With the ability to remove
frustration and low self esteem by abusing a FAG, soldiers self worth and
mental calm skyrocketed. There was absolutely no down side to the GFAG
program. Maintenance costs were almost non existent. With simple training,
modification, isolation and monitoring, a FAG could be expected to deliver
several good and productive years before expiring. There was even talk of
breeding the population if the natural supply chain ran thin.
     Keeping us FAGs subservient and obedient was all that was needed. The
government continually reinforced within us, that we were no longer human,
and drilled into our brains that we deserved the life we had. Our sole
purpose to exist was to please. The lack of kindness, friendship, family,
or communication with others, cemented this belief in every GFAGs mind. For
a GFAG to seek comfort from even the glance or smile of another GFAG, would
mean 20 strokes from the whip. If a FAG dared to speak or walk near another
FAG, the punishment was even more sever. The government would go to extreme
measures of torture to ensure its GFAG population always did as
ordered. That is why , when it was discovered on base, that two of the
earlier version FAGs had become friends and were secretly meeting , talking
and even plotting to escape, that the government decided to take firm, if
not even barbaric action.