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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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