Date: Wed, 28 Oct 2015 17:40:54 -0400 From: "tooluse2@gmail.com" Subject: GFAG Chapter 14 : Seaman's Semen GFAG A Story by Tom Tooluse Chapter 14 : Seaman's Semen 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 not legal in your area, then do not read this story. Please forward all comments to tooluse2@gmail.com. As always, please make a generous donation to Nifty. --------------------------------------------------------- I had become a docile good little FAG. I kept all the soldiers in my barracks totally relieved both morning and night. Now with a solid muscular body again, thanks to Sgt. Woods forcing me to work out, I seemed to be in even greater demand. Some of the soldiers that hadn't used me often, had now become regulars. They were always the more timid guys, yet with my body bulked up, even they had become more aggressive. Some of them had even become more abusive. I guess they felt I was harder to break , now that my body was so muscular. It seemed as soon as I finished pleasing one soldier at night, and had gotten kicked out of his bunk. That another soldier near by would yell " Get your fucking pussy over here on the double, Fag.". Then that soldier would fuck me or have me blow him. Then another would yell " Bitch, get over here now." and I would move to yet another bunk. Most nights would be like that till all the soldiers that needed relief had received it and fallen asleep. It was at that point in the evening that Sgt. Woods would take me to the X room and get me set for his paying civilian clients. Sometimes I would just be told to stay kneeling on the floor and wait for the men. At other times Sgt. Woods would chain me to the cot in the room, or lay out sex toys or punishment instruments for the clients to use on me. I had become so accepting of my lot in life, that I no longer gave it a second thought. I was just an animal for the pleasure and enjoyment of humans. I was used so often, between my barracks soldiers, Sgt. Woods clients and the bases Gym jocks, that I had to be sent to "Training and Modification" twice in that year and a half. The Vets there had to fix small tears in my pussy and hole. Plus they needed to inject , up my pussy, the medication needed to tighten and strengthen my hole. After doing so I was able to continue giving the greatest pleasure to all the men who used me. Even though I had become the perfect barracks FAG, willingly accepting all the sex, humiliation , and pain, there was one thing I could not become used to. That was the loneliness. At nights I would curl up into a ball on my latrine floor towel, and shake all over. Why would no one speak to me ? I mean really speak to me. I willing did everything they all asked of me. But not one soldier, not one client, not one jock, not even Tom, ever took one minute out of their day to speak to me or give me a modicum of kindness. With no friends and no family, I felt like I was all alone in the world. To be honest, I truly was. Eventually I used routine to cover up the loneliness I felt. I would clear my mind of sad thoughts, and concentrate on how tightly to suck on a jocks hard cock. Or how to squeeze and tighten my ass as a soldier fucked me. I even developed a pride in not letting one drop of piss hit the floor when being used as a urinal. My talents, daily routine and familiar surroundings had become my only comfort. But the Army soon took even that away from me. One day at 4AM , Tom and Sgt. Woods lost their FAG to pimp out. The jocks at the gym would need to find a new GFAG to use, and my barracks full of soldiers no longer had a pussy to use ! At 4 am one morning, two MPs entered the latrine. They attached leashes to both sides of my neck collar and marched me naked and shivering across base to the kennels. I knew better than to ask what was happening. After all I had no say in it. I was always simply to do as ordered. This was all done so quickly, I seriously doubt Sgt. Woods knew anything about it. Once we arrived at the kennels, one of the soldiers there put a gag in my mouth. He made sure to fasten it tightly around my head, so I could not make a sound. Next he had me bend over. I thought for sure he was going to shove a plug up my ass, but instead he shoved his cock up my hole in one quick shove. My grunt was muffled by the ball gag. He stated fucking me hard and deep. As his thick military cock fucked my hole, he reached around and grabbed both of my nipples with his fingers. His cock was now fucking me so hard and fast, I almost lost my balance and fell over. Suddenly he squeezed both nipple real hard. My groan of pain was obscured by the ball gag, but the expression on my face was one of sharp intense pain. But he did not stop. His cock shoved in further, now banging against my prostrate as his fingers squeezed and twisted my nipples. I shut my eyes tight, in an effort to forget about the pain now radiating from my hole and nipples. With greater speed and ferocity he fucked my ass. As with all men, he cared nothing for how I felt. I was his to use and abuse , his pleasure was all he cared about ! He leaned his head downward and bit hard on my earlobe. Again my cries of pain were muffled by the gag. His cock started to fuck my hole with lightning speed. In and out he thrust his cock. Pulling it all the way out, then ramming it back, full force ,deep into my hole. My own desire to cum was beyond words. His body began to shake. His finger nails were now digging into my sensitive nipples. His teeth were biting deep into my ear lobes. Then I felt the first searing shot of cum as it burst free from his cock and shot out into my tight warm hole. Then another spurt, a third, fourth then fifth. His breathing was deep and intense. He was breeding me like I was a bitch, his bitch ! I squeezed my ass checks together as hard as possible to increase his climax. He lay on top of me for a good five minutes, until ever last drop of his cum had been deposited up my ass. He then yanked out his cock and quickly shoved in a studded metal plug. " Nice goodbye fuck , Bitch." He said ." I'm going to cork that load up your ass FAG. Something to remember me by. " He then led me to an upright steel cage. Once I was inside the cage he attached my collar to the cage with chains. Then he put a spreader bar on my legs, and fastened my ankles to the cage with additional chains. He then handcuffed my wrists behind my back. He placed a Donation bucket into the cage and ran a tube from the bucket up to my ball gag. "I hear you were a popular FAG ! I guess a lot of the guys will miss your pussy. Oh well, orders are orders. We're shipping your ass out of here in a few more hours." My eyes widened- shipping me out- - Where? Why? But like an animal sent to the slaughter house, I was chained and gaged. I had no say in the matter. I was property of the government, to do with as they wished !! I started to dose as the hours passed. But I was startled awake by the noise of a machine and the movement of my cage. A fork lift was lifting my cage up and moving it forward. Slowly the cage and fork lift moved forward. I stood there chained in place. I was a helpless slab of beef being moved. The forklift moved slowly forwards toward the loading bay. I could see the back of a transport truck and the first few rays of morning light. My cage was lowered onto a transport truck and anchored into position. The forklift backed away and out of site. No one came to speak to me or explain what was happening. With a rumble the trucks engine started up and with a jolt we moved forward . The truck was driving through the roads of the base- heading towards the exit. I don't know why, but I felt sad. I was leaving my base, my men, my brother. Heading where , I didn't know. Heading towards what fate, I didn't know. As we approached the checkpoint and the bases fence, I suddenly stiffened up. I hoped they had turned off my collar explosive. If they had forgotten, I was seconds away from having my head blown off. Panic overtook me. My body stiffened. The truck stopped inches from the fence perimeter. The driver handed the guard papers. I heard the guard say " Just a minute" as he walked back into the guard house. Minutes later he walked back out to the driver and said " The FAG is cleared to go ! Take it easy". Once again the truck started moving and we passed out of the base. My eyes staring at what had been my home. The place where my family deserted me and my brother sold me. The place where I was beaten and fucked without mercy. Yet I was very sad and confused as the base disappeared from sight. It had been the only home I had known for years. I was afraid of what the future held for me ! It was a long two day drive ahead of us. Like previous transport drivers, these two also took every opportunity to embarrass me. They would drive through colleges so all the young guys could yell out insults and throw items at me. The college girls would point to the sad piece of flesh hanging between my legs , giggle and point. It once had been my cherished cock and balls, now it was a limp shriveled piece of skin capped with a thick steel ring that made me look like an animal, a bull in its cage. The drivers took delight in going real slow next to pedestrians on the sidewalk, giving them a good ,close up look , at their caged animal. The thing riding in a cage in the back of the truck. The thing that was hairless and collared. The thing that was chained and toothless. The thing that had a yellow stripe running from its forehead , down its back , stopping at an arrow that pointed to its ass, next to the words Enter Here. The thing that had a government property brand and an ID tattoo. The animal that had FAG written across its forehead, Worthless, Fatherless and Motherless tattooed on its chest. The shame of what I had become and what I now was , came flooding back to me as civilian after civilian took out their cell phone and snapped pictures and videos of me. The humiliation of insults yelled my way, and the occasional guy who would get close to the truck and spit on me. Unlike past transport drivers, these two had fewer morals. They took delight in spending the two nights on the road, sleeping at packed truck stops. While there they pimped me out to the horny truck drivers. The first night I serviced 4, very fat , old and overweight drivers. They stunk from sweat and their bodies crushed me as they lay on top of me and fucked my pussy. The second night, the transport drivers chained me to a bed in their room and had any guy that wanted to use me pay only $10. I guess there had to be about 10 guys who paid up. I was so tightly bound, that I never saw the guys, I could only feel their cocks as they used my pussy, one after the other. The drivers videoed the scene and said they were going to sell it to a gay web site that specialized in rough gang bang porn. In the evening of the third day, the truck approached a naval base somewhere on the east coast. It was already dark out and the base was very dimly lighted. The truck pulled up to the guard house and the drivers handed the MA Guards ( Master at Arms ) my paper work. The sailors looked confused, and went inside the guard house to make a few phone calls. Since the GFAG program was only in place for the Army and Marines, I guess it made sense that the guards would be confused about allowing a caged animal like me onto the naval base. After a few minutes the guards came out of the booth and walked to the back of the truck. They each had a flashlight, which they pointed my way. "Holy fucking shit ! Look at this thing they have caged back here. I've heard of GFAGs , but never really seen one." Said the one guard to the other. The drives got out of the truck and came to the back to meet with the guards. "Is this really one of those GFAGs I have heard about ?" Asked the guard of the driver. "It sure is. These worthless piece of shit animals are like cum rags to Army and Marine men. You can fuck them all night long. Or you can grab their ears and face fuck them till they lose oxygen and pass out. Hell you can even use them as punching bags. As far as the government is concerned, their just breathing pieces of meat. When used up, their disposed off. Kind of like what you men do with old battleships. You strip off the valuable parts, then dispose of it." The two guards just shook their heads in disbelief. Then the drivers asked the guards if they wanted to use me. I could see that both sailors thought it over for a minute. But then they both passed. After all they were still on duty. The drivers got back into the truck and drove me to a large deserted looking warehouse near the dock. Using their cell phones they called a number and shortly there after, two MA's came from the warehouse doorway. The four men jumped up onto the trucks flatbed and unlocked my cage. The driver then handed one MA the remote control for my shock collar. If the animal gives you any trouble, feel free to use this. Just be careful that you don't push the kill button, or you will have tons of paperwork to fill out. Trust me, I killed one by accident once. It ruined my entire weekend. I had to stay late at the office filling out shit loads of forms. I was unchained, the donation bucket straw was removed, and the spreader bar undone. I stood there waiting for orders. "Instead of giving me an order, the driver turned to the guard with the remote control. Go ahead, give it a try. Shock the bitch !" The MA looked at his buddy , then the remote. He pressed the button and a horrible shock coursed through my body. He had hit the medium shock button, not one of the lower settings. I doubled over and fell to the floor, flopping around like a fish out of water. All four men started laughing and patting each other on the back. In a minute or two one of the drivers kicked me hard in my side "Enough laying around FAG, get your ass up and jump off this truck and onto the pavement." I did as ordered , and jumped off the truck. Manacles were then placed on my wrists and the spreader bar was again attached to my legs. "Here is its paperwork , and the keys to the locks and plug. The animal is all yours now men." They shook hands and the drivers got into the truck and drove away. The two navy MA's just looked at me for a minute, almost as if they had no idea what to do next. Then one of them hit me hard on the back of my head and told me to follow him. With one guard in front of me, and the other behind me, I shuffled, the best I could, into the warehouse. The inside of the warehouse was stacked high with crates and boxes. As we walked the footsteps of the guards echoed loudly. My bare foot stepped on a bolt on the ground and I felt a stab of pain . But I didn't dare slow down. About halfway through the warehouse , up ahead, I noticed about thirty chairs lined up in front of a raised platform with a ramp off to its side. It looked like some kind of stage. I slowed down a bit to take it all in. But there was another hard smack on the back of my head as the guard told me to stop wasting time and keep moving. We walked past the ramp and into a hallway and another room. Then I saw them. Ten animal cages. Nine of them already had GFAGs inside them. Like me, they were all gagged, plugged, manacled and wore a spreader bar. On the ceiling above the cages were cameras to watch the FAGs. I was led to the last unoccupied cage. Not one of the FAGs looked up at me, in fear of punishment. I was placed in the cage. It was locked. The guards walked away, and suddenly all the lights went it. It became pitch black in the warehouse, except for a tiny red glowing dot , where the ceiling cameras were mounted. Not a FAG spoke. But I could hear rustling of chains, as one by one we each laid down, the best we could, to sleep for the night. In the morning we were all awoken by jets of cold water hitting our bodies. Instinctively we curled up in a ball to protect ourselves from the blasts of stinging ice cold water pelting our naked bodies. But one of the sailors with a hose told us to stand up and spread our legs and arms so we could be cleaned up. All 10 of us obediently took the position we were ordered to stand in. A sailor then came to each of us and had us bend over and place our ass against the bars of the cage, as he unlocked our plugs and pulled them out. Then the hose was shoved up our holes in order to clean them out as well. Next our gags were removed, but the manacles and spreader bar stayed in place. When finished, the sailors simply left as we stood there, in our cages allowing the water on our bodies to naturally dry. I saw the other FAGs bend down to lap at their FAG CHOW. It was only then, that I saw the metal dog bowl in the corner of the cage, with my FAG CHOW allocation in it. The sailor that had pulled out my ass plug, must have left it there. Like the others, I got on my hands and knees and used my tongue , like a dog, to lap up my food. Just as I finished lapping up my FAG CHOW, in walked a Naval Officer and two guards along with vicious looking leashed pit bulls. Instantly the dogs began growling, barking and heading towards our cages. The guards yanked back on their leashes, just in time to stop one dog from nipping at the caged FAG inside. "Listen up FAGs", yelled the officer. "The U.S. Navy is thinking of implementing the GFAG program. There are thousands of stressed out and sexually deprived sailors that could benefit from the program. You ten animals have been leased by the Army to the Navy on a three month FAG trial program. You are expected to demonstrate superior service at all times . Failure to do so will result in the harshest punishment and modification possible at the end of the trial period. Since 25 ship Captains have shown interest in the program and trials, and there are only 10 of you, you will be auctioned off now. Each Captain will bid on you using a portion of his supply allocation fund. That means to use your fucking holes, the ship may have to do without a flavor of ice cream or a case or two of tomatoes. So you had better be worth it FAGs. You have all heard of ancient or modern slave auctions, so I expect you to conduct yourself in the same manor. You are never to look a human in the face. You are to display yourself in a subservient yet appealing manor. As parts of your body are discussed, your are to exhibit and demonstrate their merits. Failure to comply quickly enough or without enthusiasm will result in shocks to your neck collars. You will be let out of your cages, still in manacles and spreader bar, and line up there." he pointed to the wall by the door leading to the stage and the chairs in the warehouse. "If you fail to comply in the least little way, you will pray you had never been born! Once on stage, your restraints will be removed so you can "show" yourself better. Now move your pussies." We were all let out of our cages and lined up. One by one were were called onto stage. As I waited my turn, one of the pit bulls came over to me. He sniffed around my crotch and ass. Then I felt it's cold wet nose exploring my hole. The guard did not pull the dog back, and I froze in fear. ". I hear you FAGs are dog friendly." Said the guard. "Perhaps you and Blackie here, can get to know each other a little better after the auction." He then winked and me and started laughing as he pulled the dog and continued up the line. Just then I was pushed forward, next in line to be called onto the auction block. I stood there wondering what new hell my life would become. For some odd reason I thought of Tom. How surprised he must have been that morning just a few days ago. Waking up , getting out of his bunk and scratching his ass and balls through his loose fitting boxers. Strolling nice and slowly into the latrine to take a dump and have his FAG brother clean his ass. Only to find out I wasn't there. The look on his face must have been priceless. " Next we have GFAG 13567. " I heard the auctioneer say. Another shove on my back, and I shuffled into the warehouse. Even though it was morning, the lack of Windows made the room as dark as night. Spotlights showered the raised auction block with light, but left the seated Captains hidden in the darkness. With manacles and a spreader bar on, it was difficult for me to make my way up the ramp and onto the block. My struggles highlighted my subservient sub human animal condition. To all watching, I was a thing, an animal to be sold and used. I starred at the ground, not daring to look up ,as another guard removed my spreader bar and manacles. "Gentlemen, GFAG 13567 is a low maintenance, high usage FAG." Started the auctioneer. " This animal is only 23 years old. It's last officer ordered it to work out daily. In addition to its regular soldiers, it also serviced the bases athletes. This means that it has ingested large volumes of athletes cum and their DNA, which certainly can't be a bad thing." He said as he pinched the muscles on my arms. Instinctively I knew to raise my arms and flex my muscles to exhibit them for the crowd. "Just look at those muscles. This body can take quite a pounding. " he said as he shoved two fingers up my pussy. The crowd roared with laughter. I shut my eyes due to the sudden pain in my hole, but just as quickly open them out of fear. " As with all FAGs , no pity is to be shown this animal. This particular FAG deserves even less , since it had deserted its entire squad during a battle in which they all died." With my arms still raised showing off my muscles, the auctioneer made a fist and punched me hard in the gut. I doubled over in pain and the Captains all applauded. "FAG 13567,s modifications are minor and mainly designed for the pleasure of the men it would be servicing. Therefore it's upkeep is minimal. Let's explore this body a little closer gentlemen. It's legs and feet have not been damaged." I took that as my cue to lift each leg and foot and show it to the audience. "It's hair has been permanently removed. Not one strand of hair will ever grow on this animal ever again." I tilted down my head to show it was completely bald. " Let's now explore its tattoos on one arm we see the Army brand, on the other arm we have its ID tattoo. On the forehead is tattooed the word FAG to display at a glance what it is. It's own previous family members have tattooed the words, Worthless, Fatherless and Motherless on its chest. It's good to know there are no misplaced attachments for it in the outside world. Running from its forehead , across its bald head and down its back is a tattooed yellow strip broadcasting to the world that it is a coward and deserter of the worst kind." As he said this I slowly turned around. Shame came over me and I turned red in the face. "It's previous brother tattooed this arrow and the words Enter Here. Convenient in case someone doesn't know how to use this FAG." Again the men all roared with laughter. " Each ear has been ringed" the auctioneer grabbed my one ring and pulled it to turn me around to face the audience again. " As is its nose and penis." I reached up and pulled on my nose ring and lifted my penis ring. "It's collar is a heavy weight class one, including explosive charge, with additional tethering rings . Its's tits and nipples have been enlarged and made extra sensitive ." He pinched and twisted my left nipple, causing me to groan in pain and slightly double over. The extended nipples give the sailors who enjoy chewing, something to bite their teeth into ." Again more laughter. " One of my favorite modification areas of this FAG is its mouth and throat." Hearing this I opened my mouth wide. " All of its front teeth and most of the remaining have been removed, to guarantee there are no scrapes while it is sucking on a mans cock. The gum area has been reinforced to add form to the front of the face and added suction to the mouth. It's throat has been modified and a friction sensor installed to initiate throat convulsions. I assure you gentlemen, it would be near impossible to receive a better blowjob from any other source." I closed my mouth and stared downward at my toes. "Now for the highlight of this animal. " The auctioneer pushed me downward. I was a little confused at first, but then I realized he was going to talk about my hole and pussy. So I laid on the stage, lifted both legs and bent them forward and spread my legs wide open, revealing my pussy. " What you see here gentlemen , is the finest man crafted pussy available. The lips undulate like the real thing. Plus tiny micro fibers have been inserted in the pussy and anal walls to add an itch, a drive, to the FAG during its service." Hearing that I started to touch and play with my pussy, causing me to loudly moan in pleasure. " As you can see and hear gentlemen, a truly rewarding experiences for any hard pulsating cock. But the modifications do not end there. This FAG has had its hole tightened, and a friction sensor installed , creating rythmatic convulsions sure to milk the last drop of cum from any exploding cock. Plus it's prostrate has been made extra sensitive to induce bodily contortions , to further pleasure the man fucking this FAG. But fear not. Due to the implanted No Grow and Flip Valve, this FAG will never again , in its entire life , have a hard on or shoot a load of cum. It can only dispense pleasure and feel frustration." A shudder came over my body as I heard those words. "Gentlemen, write down your bids." A guard came for me, and led me back to my cage. As we walked back the guard jokingly said " FAG, Soon your going to be eating a hell of a lot of seafood. I sure hope you like Seaman's semen. "