GFAG A story by: Tom Tooluse
Chapter 6: Welcome to the Barracks
This is a sexually explicit erotic gay story only to be read by mature legal adults over the age of 18. If this type of material offends you or is 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.
We stopped at the base checkpoint. Two soldiers dressed in ACUs came out of the small booth they had been in. One soldier went up to the driver to check his paperwork. Another soldier had a German Shepard dog on a leash, and was walking him around the truck. The dog sniffed by the truck tires, then looked under the tuck. As the dog reached the back of the truck it saw me and started barking. Both the soldier and dog jumped up onto the flat bed of the truck. "Hey guys. You need to unlock the FAGs cage so the dog can check IT out" yelled the soldier to the guards. Since the driver was busy showing the paper work, the guard in the passenger seat came up onto the back of the truck and unlocked my cage. The dog started barking and growling as he lunged for me and was yanked back by the soldier. "Easy Brutus. Easy boy. Go check the animal out." The dog entered my cage and started sniffing and walking around my chained legs. At one point the dogs nose was right up against my cock and ball sack. I pulled back in fear, and the dog started growling. "I wouldn't move a muscle if I were you FAG. Brutus here is rather temperamental. If he gets angry he's going to just bite that pathetic cock and ball right off you and eat it as a snack." I froze every muscle in my body and didn't dare move as the dog continued his inspection of me. I could hear the metal dog leash slide over my metal chains as the dog circled to my back. Then I felt a large wet cold nose at my butt crack and pussy. Suddenly the dog jumped up and put its paws on my back. "Down Brutus" yelled the soldier. "Just check him out. He's not your hole. Your hole is waiting for you in the kennel compound." With that, the dog got on all four legs and exited the cage. The cage was locked and the guard, soldier and dog all jumped off the truck. The driver was given directions on how to get to receiving . Just then I looked into the booth again and noticed a soldier holding a camera. My nightmare had begun. Already they were recording my new video.
Our truck drove onto the base. The roads were worn due to continual usage by large military vehicles. Because of the rough roads I was bouncing around in the cage a lot. My already sore wrists were now getting even more bruised. But soon we reached receiving. It was a series of cargo bays. Our truck simply backed up to one of the bay's. A soldier open a large brown gate. Inside the loading dock I could see crates piled high. I was being unloaded like all the other common military items. I was no better than crates of socks, blankets or toilet paper. Next to the soldier stood an officer hold a chain dog leash. My drivers got out of the truck and approached the officer. They all saluted and shook hands and checked over some paper work. Then my guards came over to me and unlocked my cage and undid my chains and gag. The officer hooked the dog leash onto my nose ring, and never even bothered to look at me. I was no more important to him than a dirty used condom found on the ground of a parking lot. Walking back into the loading dock the officer yanked on the leash and I moved forward. The force and pace which he was pulling me caused my head to lean forward and my sore legs to almost stumble. Once I was inside the loading bay, the large gate was closed. I don't know why, but I suddenly became petrified. I felt trapped. I looked about the warehouse and next to one of the taller piles of crates was the soldier with the camera. All of a sudden the officer hit me hard against the back of my head. "You fucking jump when a human speaks to you, you dumb fucking piece of maggot shit. Do I make myself clear". He must have given me an order that I missed while I was looking around the warehouse. I nodded yes. "Now hold that fucking FAG ID tattoo still while I scan it". He moved a bar code scanner over my ID tattoo. He then punched some buttons and handed the scanner to one of the drives. "It belongs to you now". Said the guard. " Here is the FAGs remote. He really likes that red "explosive " button. It makes the animal one obedient Bitch" The office took the remote and asked. "Did the Yellow Stripe give you any trouble?" "Fuck No. That fucking single dingle knew IT would have Its head blown off if IT pissed me off. The bitch was a good little FAG. Again I was hit hard on the back of my head. "Bend over and spread that FAG pussy." Came the order from the driver. I did as directed and could feel him reinserting the anal lock plug screw and turning it. The plug shrunk inside me. "This is one tight Bitch. Almost totally Virgin. The guys will really enjoy breaking it in. Listen to this." The driver grabbed hold of the anal plug. The camera man was now behind us. With one swift movement the driver yanked the plug out. A real loud pop echoed in the warehouse, and I let out a large groan of pain. " Dame that's tight pussy said the officer. Well you guys take it easy. Feel free to use the on duty FAG at the Base Housing. Have a good night." The officer yanked hard on my leash and pulled me quickly forward as he walked through the warehouse and towards a building titled Kennel/Compound. My nose hurt as he pulled on it, and several times I almost feel over. Not caring about me, the officer just continued walking fast and pulling me along.
As we entered the Kennels about 15 dogs started barking and and moving in their cages. But what caught my attention were two dog cages about 50 feet apart from one another. Inside each cage was an older GFAG. Both white. Both about 35. But what instantly caught my attention were the scars and claw marks on their naked bodies. On their backs were deep long scrape and claw marks, some having already turned into scars. Unlike the dogs, both GFAGs held their heads down and both wore ball gags. I assume the gags were to stop them from talking to each other when alone. Tattooed in large black letters ,on the side of the one FAG was the name "Good Bitch" and on the other "Bitch Hole". We reached an empty dog cage and the officer stopped , opened the cage and unhooked my leash. "Inside Bitch". I got on my knees and turned to crawl into the cage and was swiftly kicked real hard in my ass. "Didn't they teach you any fucking manors in that Training and Modification Center? On this base you kiss an officers dirty boots or smelly bare feet when he is done with you. Scum like you must always show respect to humans." I kissed the tops of each of his dirty Army boots, then looked up at him. "Craw into your cage dog. The Sergeant Major in charge of barracks F will pick you up tomorrow morning. He fucking can't wait to meet you. One of the guys that died in the ambush you ran away from , was a good friend of his. He is looking forward to giving you some personal training." Laughing he locked my cage , headed to the door, turned off the lights and left. Oh No. I was already on the shit list of the man who had life and death control of me. I curled up into a ball in the corner of my cage, and just shook till I eventually fell asleep.
Like at the Training Center, I was woken early by the loud barking of dogs and the noise of slaves hosing out cages. With the morning light I got a good look around the kennels. There must have been about 15 dogs, mostly German Shepard. The Army used them as guard dogs and bomb sniffing dogs. Beyond the cages, there were dog runs which led to a large lift gate that was now open. Above the gate was the title, "Compound." I could see that the Compound was a large outdoors fenced in area that the dogs could run around in. The fence had a paved sidewalk on the opposite side, where soldiers could look at and perhaps even feed the dogs by passing some food through the fence. But what I didn't understand were the two low wooden benches in the center of the compound. I tilted my head , in my cage, the best I could to get a better view of the benches. By now both older FAGs were being chained and strapped, belly down, legs spread far apart, onto these benches. I was trying to figure out why, when I heard the door to the kennels swing open. In stepped My Sergeant Major, with a camera man next to him. My heart instantly sank and I wanted to throw up from fear. He walked over to my cage and waited for me to turn in my cage and face the cage door and look up at him. Looking down at me he gurgled up a huge hocker and spit it right onto my face. It ran into my eyes , down along my nose and into the corners of my mouth. He unlocked the cage, opened the door and stood there blocking my exit. I knew what to do. I bent my head down and kissed the tops of both his boots. "I'm Sgt. Woods". The hulk of a man said. "I'm your God. I say if you live or die". With that he lifted one boot and hit me hard in the face with it. "Out" he yelled. I crawled out and waited for the next order. "Stand". I did as ordered. Sgt. Woods took a metal chain dog leash from his pocket and hooked it onto my cock ring. He then just turned around and started walking. But not before he yanked real hard on the leash. The skin of my cock shaft was roughly pulled forward. The ring pulled on the hole through my shaft and pain flashed through my penis. But I quickly followed behind, like an obedient dog.
We left the kennel and entered the bright light of morning. Once I was outside I could see hundreds of solders in uniform. They were all going about their business as I was paraded past them. I was now deep red in color. The shame of being paraded around by my cock was unbelievable embarrassing. We would stroll between groups of walking soldiers and the Sgt. would purposely yank on my leash, making me groan out loud. A few guys snapped their fingers at me. But I didn't understand why. The Sgt. Told them I was new and not yet aware of Base rules and polices. At one point , as we passed a barracks with a lot of soldiers hanging out in front the Sgt. paused . The Sgt. then walked me over to a tree. He ordered me to get on all fours and lift my right leg and piss on the tree like the animal I was. Having been caged and frightened all night I did have to go pee. But with all those soldiers watching and hooting at me, it was hard at first. Eventually the piss did flow out. Me on all fours , with my back leg lifted like a dog and piss flowing from my hanging cock and ball, I was the perfect picture of an animal taking a piss. But because of my ring and the attached leash, the piss squirted all over me, the ground and the tree. Seeing that , the soldiers broke into laughter. "You had better house train your new dog Sarge." Yelled out one of the guys. "Don't you worry. We have some Real Good training planned for this bitch". The Sarge answered back. He yanked hard on my leash, causing me to fall onto my side rolling onto the piss covered grass. Again the soldiers roared in laughter. I just turned a darker shade of red because of the humiliation.
The Sgt. Started walking again, while pulling on my leash. I did not have time to stand up quickly enough , so the skin of my cock shaft was pulled to its limits. I scrambled to my feet the best I could and was soon trailing behind the big man. He had a rugged masculine frame. His shoulders , back and muscular arms stretching the fabric of his uniform as though they had been poured into it. His hands and arms could knock me out cold as quickly as they could snap my neck. I looked ahead of me at his tight ACU covered ass cheeks. They were round and firm. On his pants butt I could faintly see a thin sweat streak tracing his ass crack, knowing some day my tongue would be between those cheeks lapping up that sweat. I would soon be licking out my Sgt. Woods, My Gods, hole. I knew all to well that I was now his pleasure animal. My very life depended on his pleasure. Jogging towards us. Dressed in just brown PT shorts, and running shoes was another soldier. As he approached us he stopped to talk to my tormentor, my God. "Hey Woods. Is that the new FAG you were talking about? Looks like It's going to be fun to use. Hope you don't break this one like the last one." Sgt. Woods slapped him on his bare sweaty back and chuckled. "It's not my fault they sent me a weak skinny pussy coward last time. The bitch couldn't keep my log happy so someone had to teach It a lesson." The sweaty jogger walked over to me. He reached out and squeezed my right nipple between his fingers. My face started to contort in pain. So he squeezed even harder, obviously enjoying my torment. Sgt. Woods just looked on, pleased at what he saw. It was the look a guy gets when a buddy checks out his new sports car. "Are you benching the animal in the gym, so the rest of us can use It ?" Asked the jogger as his hand released my nipple and traced its way down my chest only to roughly grab my cock and ball. As he looked down he spotted my pussy. "Holy fuck they did a good job on this bitch. Nice combination." He released my basket to tickle my pussy with his fingers. Of course that caused the fiber implants to start my pussy itch. I could not control myself , and I let out a pleasure moan. "Fuck this is fun. Woods , you have to let the rest of us hammer this FAG. The bitch begs for it". Woods chuckled again and said. "Yea, they made some great modifications on this GFAG. My guys are going to really enjoy wearing it out. I'll seriously think about gym benching the animal." They shook hands and each continued on their way. As we approached the base bank Sgt. Woods took my collar remote control from his pocket and handed it to the camera man. Fear crossed my face, causing Sgt. Woods to laugh again. "Bitch your so fucking stupid it's hilarious. We don't need the remote to kill you here. On base we just use the remote to amuse ourself shocking you. Cunt, get used to it. There is no place to run or hide. Your a FAG for life. Which in most cases isn't to long. Your on a military base, surrounded by a fence. Take one unauthorized step beyond that fence and your explosive collar is automatically triggered. No remote even needed. Besides that. If the collar didn't kill you the common ever day American citizen would. They hate your fucking guts. You have no place to run or hide. I'm sure you enjoyed how citizens treated you on the ride here." He explained the remote to the camera man and told him to enjoy himself while he ran into the bank to take care of some business. I thought I was going to just be left standing there. But foolish me, there was no humiliation in that. Sgt. Woods once again yanked on my leash and brought me right up to the banks brick wall. Once there I saw a series of hooks. Above the hooks read a sign. GFAGs Not Permitted in Bank, Hitch All GFAGs Here. Sgt. Woods pull up hard on my leash. In order to not have him rip off my cock, I had to go on my tip toes. At that point My New God hooked my leash on the wall hook. There I hung by my cock leash, my foreskin stretched to the extreme, on my tip toes. It hurt, I was uncomfortable. I was hanging naked in public, starring at a wall. I was so humiliated. I could not stop myself. I stared to tear up, when suddenly there was a shock from my collar. My body jerking caused me to pull harder on my leashed cock, increasing my pain. It was apparent the camera man was enjoying himself as he shocked me three more times in a row. By the time Sgt. Woods exited the bank, a small group had stopped to watch my performance. I could hear one of the soldiers in the group say to his buddy. " I still think they should just execute cowards. Why allow them to enjoy servicing humans. One bullet to the head is all they deserve." His buddy responded "Yea, but you have to admit it's great punching and fucking the bitches." By that point the camera man had handed back the remote and Sgt. Woods had unhooked my leash from the wall. Red with shame I was paraded past the crowd that had gathered as we continued on the path to my future home, my barracks of Hell.
As the camera man and Sgt. Woods walked ahead of me talking together, I took the time to look around the base, as they pulled my leash. It was a very very large base. We must have passed 4 barracks and at least 5 administration buildings so far. Being naked and barefooted I often would step on a stone and grimace in pain. As we passed between two large buildings I noticed another GFAG in an ally. He was on his knees with two soldiers in front of him. We were moving to quickly, so I could not make out what they were doing. At one point I glanced up at a sign that read GFAG Punishment Area with an arrow pointing to a raised platform in the middle of the base commons. I froze for a second as I looked at it. My stop made the leash go taught and Sgt. Woods looked back at me. He saw the platform and said. "Keep moving FAG. You will visit that area soon enough." He then pulled me forward.
There in front of us stood Barracks F. I started to shiver as soon as I saw it. It was a low , but long building, with two steps leading up into it. Outside by the door were three more FAG Hooks like at the bank. The Sgt. Led me up the steps and into my new home. The camera man had run ahead of us to video my entrance. "Welcome to the Barracks" said Sgt. Woods, as I entered. Since that was going to be the name of the new video, I'm guessing what he said was pre planned. But next he slapped me unexpectedly hard across the face. Then a second time and a third. "Get the fuck on your knees FAG and show proper respect to the barracks , kiss the floor, you stupid ass bitch". My face stinging in pain, I did as ordered. "Now crawl like the dog you are bitch and look around at your new home. The home that contains American Soldiers, real men, with real needs." As I crawled down the length of the barracks, I passed a row of 25 beds on each side. Each area had one locker and one bed covered in a brown blanket. That would be 50 Special Ops Soldiers and the Officers using me on a daily basis. My God I'm going to die here. Leaving the barracks bay, we passed a room on the left with Sgt. Woods name on its door. Directly across was another room with an X on the door. Woods looked down at me and said "Your going to enjoy that room !" He then yanked my chain and led me into the bathroom area. On one side was one long trough urinal with a hose coming out the drain. Next to it was an area with a peg in the ground in the shape of a penis and straps on the wall and floor. I gave a long look at the peg as the camera man zoomed in on my face. Woods getting a little impatient pulled me towards the toilet stalls. Ten in a row with a partition between each but with no doors. Across from the stalls was a row of ten sinks and a large mirror covering the wall behind the sinks. The last area of the room had a large opening that led to an open communal shower room. There were about 15 shower heads sticking out from the walls and a few drains in the floor. "Well bitch, this is home. Twenty Five of the guys are out at field training for few days. The other twenty five will be back from their hike in an hour or so. They can't wait to meet you bitch. Most haven't had sex in almost two months. Dame, your going to be real popular!" Sgt. Woods then had me crawl into his room. The room had one bed, made up just like those in the barracks. But he had two lockers and a desk. On the far wall was a FAG hook. Once again he attached my leash to the FAG Hook, my foreskin stretched and me on my tip toes. He then left the room , turned off the light and closed the door. Alone I stared to cry. I'm just 18.