Men of Thunder

"What do we have here? What are you doing here, son? Spying?"

Daniel rattled the handcuffs imprisoning his wrists, and said, "Red brought me here. I haven't been anywhere he didn't take me. Ask him."

"I'm afraid that's not possible." For the longest moment as Brother Joseph's rifle remained trained on him, Daniel thought the man was going to shoot him. But he gave Daniel—who was naked—a long, hard look, and then his facial features relaxed. Almost immediately he was transformed into a smiling, fatherly figure.

Turning to one of the men, he said, "Find the key for those cuffs, put some clothes on . . . what's your name . . .?"

"John," Daniel answered. "I was just hitching a ride and Red picked me up and brought me here."

"Find some trousers for John here, and bring him to the cabin." Turning back to Daniel, he said, "You're gonna have to be blindfolded. Don't want you seein' anything."

The dark-haired hunk, who Brother Joseph addressed as Brother Sam, went scrounging around for trousers to put on Daniel. All the time he was sifting through piles of clothes, though, he was giving the naked Daniel close looks. It may have been so he could determine the size of trousers needed, but Daniel got the impression that it was with more interest in Daniel than that. Brother Sam was someone Daniel thought it wouldn't be hard to develop an interest in too. He went hard before Brother Sam produced trousers, and Daniel saw a slit-eyed smile on the guy's face as he held out the pants. He let the back of his hand brush Daniel's hard cock in the process, and Daniel shuddered—a movement that couldn't have been missed by the dark hunk.

Once the trousers were on, Brother Sam helped Daniel stand up from the bed, his hand palming one of Daniel's pecs and brushing Daniel's erect nipple as he pulled away. Looking down, Daniel could clearly see that Brother Sam was hard too. The signals were going both ways.

For the first time since Red had left the tent, Daniel's heart didn't feel like it was at the back of his throat, thumping hard. If they were going to blindfold him, it must mean they weren't going to kill him right off. They didn't want him to see the operation. Blindfolding was good for him. He had no interest in seeing any part of this operation.

The blindfold was pulled off Daniel when they guided him up the steps to the porch of the cabin and maneuvered him through the door. The cabin was a lot less primitive than the tents had been. It had been a real house at one point and had both a kitchen and a bathroom, Daniel could see as he was led in to bedroom and pushed down in a seated position on the side of a double bed. Someone was keeping the place clean.

While the scrawny redneck Brother Joseph had called Ed stood guard over him from the doorway to the corridor outside the bedroom, the other guy, the hunk, Brother Sam, said he was going to look for a chain. He came back with a long, thin chain with a lock on it. Being gentle and giving Daniel a hint of a sympathetic smile, Brother Sam freed one of Daniel's wrists from the handcuffs, but then he looped the chain in the free handcuff and secured it with the lock. The other end of the chain was secured to a heavy-duty hook on the wall of the bedroom next to the door frame.

"There, that's how Brother Joseph said to do it," Brother Sam said, in a voice in which Daniel could discern some regret. "You won't be going nowhere out of the cabin now, but this will let you move from the bed to the can."

"Whatayou think Brother J will do with—" the one named Ed started to ask, but he was quickly cut off by Brother Sam, who was looking nervously around.

"What do you think he's going to do? You know Brother Joseph. It's what we all do up here. It isn't any business of you and me what he does with this one, though." Ed was already at the door of the cabin, and Brother Sam turned and whispered, "I know what I'd like to do with you."

Daniel blushed and lowered his gaze to the floor, as Brother Sam, after running a hand over Daniel's erect nipples again, turned and left the cabin.

And then they were gone. And it wasn't long before Daniel learned what Brother Joseph would do with him.

Brother Joseph entered the room wearing a long, white robe. He was barefoot, and the robe had a plunging neckline that revealed a muscular, but well-matted chest.

"I can only imagine what unmentionable things that man must have done to you," he murmured in a deep, sympathetic voice, as he sat on the side of the bed.

"I agreed to it for the ride," Daniel said. "Although he only brought me here and kept me a prisoner. I've seen nothing, I promise. He kept me bound to the bed."

"And he took advantage of you?"

"Repeatedly, but I wasn't new to it. I didn't see anything beyond his tent, though." Daniel tried to look both innocent and desirable at the same time. He had little doubt that this man held his life in his hands—and no doubt either what the man was interested in doing to him. That he probably was conflicted in which way to go with Daniel.

"No doubt, but it does raise a problem. We can't have anyone who isn't in the Men of Thunder up here. And we can't just let loose anyone who has been here and knows we are up here. So, it's a question of what to do with you." He was sitting close beside Daniel and had the palm of a hand pressed between Daniel's shoulder blades.

"I'll do whatever you want," Daniel said, trying to give the man a smile. "I heard some of what you were telling your men. It's interesting. I want to hear more. I also would do anything for you that you wanted. Anything . . . like Red . . ."

There wasn't another response Daniel could think of that would keep him alive, at least for now.

"Do you think you could . . .?"

Brother Joseph let that thought drift. Daniel sank to his knees to the floor of the cabin; turned to facing the other man, who spread his thighs and bunched the robe up to his waist, revealing a thick, engorged cock.

Bidding for life, Daniel took the cock in his mouth and gave Brother Joseph the most satisfying blow job he could manage. After the militia chieftain groaned and released on Daniel's cheek, he pulled the younger man up onto the bed, on his belly. He nudged Daniel up on his knees, with this chest and cheek still flat on the bed, his arms outstretched, and he moved between pulling Daniel's cock through his thighs and sucking him and giving slobbering attention to Daniel's asshole. The man was an expert, and in the short time it took Brother Joseph to recharge, Daniel was moaning and begging for the fuck.

He was well dilated when Brother Joseph covered him and started to slide into him, but the man was thick enough that it took some time and was a belaboring chore. Daniel didn't care. He had known he had to accept the cock and give the militia chief a good ride. But by the time Brother Joseph was saddled and began to pump him, Daniel lost all thought of anything but focusing moaning attention to the cock expertly working his channel.

Before he finished Daniel, Brother Joseph turned him on his side and, without losing purchase of the cock, pumped him slow and deep in a side split, holding Daniel's leg up to maximize the depth of the cock. Daniel turned his face to the older man and they kissed deeply as they were brought to a mutual explosion.

It became obvious that this was Brother Joseph's bed and that they were going to spend this—and subsequent—nights here until the decision was made on what to do with Daniel. At this point Daniel didn't care that he'd only moved from Red's camp cot to Brother Joseph's double bed. Brother Joseph was the most gentle and proficient top he'd ever experienced.

* * * *

"This here is Brother Dan."

Daniel snapped his head up and turned his face to the door of the bedroom. For a split second, he thought that Brother Joseph was referring to him. He'd given the name "John," so how, he wondered, could the militia chief know his real name was Daniel? But then he saw that Brother Joseph was referring to a guy who was at least forty, had a bit of a paunch, and was ugly as sin. Regardless of the paunch, he had the pecs and guns of a bodybuilder.

He also was grinning and leering at Daniel.

"Brother Dan has done me a service, and he needs to be rewarded," Brother Joseph continued. "I want you to do whatever he tells you to do. I'll be back in a hour or so."

What Brother Dan wanted Daniel to do—after Daniel had sucked the man's cock to as engorged as this underachiever in the sex department was going to get—was to just lie there with his buttocks on the side edge of the bed, with his legs raised, spread and held by the older man, while Brother Dan huffed and puffed and fucked him missionary style.

Every few days after that, Brother Joseph brought other soldiers of the Men of Thunder into the cabin for Daniel to service. Daniel learned a couple of things from this. Brother Joseph, although he shared the bed, with sex privileges, with Daniel more nights than he didn't, didn't seem to mind other men fucking Daniel, and male-male sex must be some sort of glue and reward system that held this group of men together and solidified Brother Joseph's authority. This confirmed the impression that Daniel was getting from the first day he'd been in the camp. These men were bent in more ways than only politics.

* * * *

"I wish I could believe that those were your real views about the evils of the government and the need to smite the bastards."

"I thought that before I was brought up here," Daniel answered Brother Joseph as they were cooling down from sex on the militia chief's bed, "but I've been listening to your talks to the other men. It's all becoming even more clear to me now."

"Clearer?"

"Yes, I want to join up. I want to be part of the Men of Thunder. You have convinced me."

They kissed, Brother Joseph jubilant at the conversion. "Joining is a process. Can't let you have a rifle yet—and before you get one, there's quite a bit of training."

"I'm ready for that."

"Then I guess it's best that we get this chain off and we find something for you to do in the compound. Maybe the kitchen for starters."

"Whatever you want," Daniel said. It didn't take much to tell Brother Joseph he could have whatever he wanted. He'd taken whatever he wanted from Daniel for the past two weeks, including using him to maintain the loyalty of his men. And what he'd given, in turn, was indoctrination. Daniel didn't know anymore how much of what Brother Joseph had been giving he could resist and how much he was beginning to believe. One thing he did know was that Brother Joseph gave him his dick and Daniel was fully convinced by that.

Brother Joseph gave Daniel greater freedom of the compound, but Daniel was to return to his bed every night—unless Brother Joseph had other plans for the night, which was sometimes to be the case now. During the two weeks, Brother Joseph hadn't come back to the cabin every night—and on a few nights he'd let another man sleep in his bed and use Daniel. One of the hallmarks of what made a soldier of the Men of Thunder, Daniel had learned, was a preference for men, and part of the charisma Brother Joseph used to keep men in thrall to him was to plow the bottoms among them—at least the ones who appealed to Brother Joseph—and to provide bottoms for the rest.

Once assigned to the kitchen, Daniel volunteered to be the runner—to be the one who went to the various sheds and refrigerator rooms to gather supplies for the kitchen. He took on this job so that he could get a lay of the camp and perhaps find a way of escaping the compound.

He didn't find a vulnerability in the camp's defenses. Someone needed to help him over that hurdle. That someone was the young, handsome, well-built, randy man by the name of Brother Sam, who had chained Daniel in the cabin's bedroom and had shown interest in him.

As Daniel moved around the camp he couldn't help but notice that Brother Sam was often nearby, watching him and smiling—smiling that special "interested" smile. Not that he was the only one to do so. It seemed there were more tops—and bold ones—in the camp than there were bottoms. And there was plenty of sex going on, out in the open. This was the primary glue that held the Men of Thunder together. To Daniel's eye, most of the men were here for the sex and were just humoring Brother Joseph's megalomania.

Brother Sam was awfully good looking to Daniel, and increasingly the quiet, dark-headed man was showing his interest in Daniel. Daniel thought it was inevitable that Sam would ask him to go off in the brush with him at some point, and he wasn't surprised when it happened. It scared him, though, but not because he was afraid Brother Joseph would find out. Daniel had already been given to three men by Brother Joseph whose loyalty the militia chief wanted to pin down, and when Daniel asked him if it bothered him that Daniel would be fucked by other men in the camp, Joseph had just answered, "Not as long as condoms are used. Free love between men is one of the tenets of the Men of Thunder movement."

What scared Daniel was what Brother Sam said to him when he finally sidled up to Daniel when the young man was bringing a sack of flour back to the kitchen from one of the storage sheds. Daniel was walking along when Sam came in step with him.

"I've had my eye on you," Brother Sam said.

"I noticed."

"Red brought you into the camp without permission."

"Yes, but I'm with Brother Joseph now. And I haven't seen Red around. Is he—?"

"You don't want to know what happened to Red. And it would be best if you didn't ask. He committed an unpardonable sin in bringing an outsider into the camp."

Daniel had known in the back of his mind what had happened to Red, but it made him shudder to have it confirmed. Brother Sam was still speaking, though.

"I know you're with Brother Joseph now. But you don't really want to be with him, do you?"

"He's fine. He's good to me."

"He's old. You'd rather have a younger man fucking you. You'd rather have me working your ass."

Daniel didn't answer, which was answer enough for Sam.

"And you don't want to be here, do you? Here in this camp, with the Men of Thunder? You didn't volunteer to come here and be part of this. I think you're putting on an act to try to find a way to escape. I've seen you scoping out the edges of the camp. I think you're looking for a way out."

A chill went up Daniel's spine. Had he been that obvious? He thought he was acting out being won over well enough to survive. Why was this man saying this? If he said this to Brother Joseph, Daniel would be dead meat. Did Brother Sam think he had to blackmail Daniel into having sex with him?

"No, that's not true," he said. "But if that even gets hinted around, I'll be in trouble. Why are you saying this? Do you want to lay me? That would be fine with me if it's OK with Brother Joseph. You don't have to go making up—"

"Of course I want to fuck you," Brother Sam said. "Do I really have to get Brother J's OK or have to use blackmail for you to go into the bushes with me? I think you're hot for me."

"Sshhh. I'll go. Just stop talking about me wanting to escape." Daniel turned and started walking into a corner of the camp where there was dense foliage and where he'd seen other couples go.

Sam fucked him up against a low-branched pine tree, with Daniel's legs spread and hanging over low-hanging branches, and Brother Sam crouched between his thighs, their lips locked and their moans in harmony, and Sam slamming hard and deep up inside Daniel.

"I've wanted to do that since I first saw you in camp," Sam said when they had both fired off and were cooling down—and while they both held in place, both enjoying the sensation of Sam going flaccid inside Daniel's channel.

"And I've wanted you to do that since Brother Joseph said I could go with other men here. But you've scared me. If you say anything—"

"You still think we're here, like this, because I'm blackmailing you? The way I fucked you doesn't tell you there's something else to it?"

Daniel didn't answer. It was exactly what he thought, but they'd been so good with each other in the fuck that he didn't want to say that's why he went with Sam.

"I won't give you up. But I need to know if you want out of here. Be honest with me. And I'm here with you because I wanted to fuck you, and for no other reason. But be honest with me. I don't believe any of this stuff Brother Joseph is pushing, do you? You're looking for a way to escape."

"OK, yes. But I don't know if the effort is worth it. I don't have anything to escape to. I'm just not going to take up a rifle and shot people for this cause."

"The sex was incredible for me. For you too, I hope."

"You don't even have to ask about that." And, indeed, he didn't. Daniel had never been fucked this good or been as attracted to another man as he was to Sam.

"If I were to escape too, would coming with me be enough incentive for you to take the risk?"

"Yes. Of course."

"Well, we'll go tonight then."

"I don't understand. How can we? . . . how can you just give this up?"

"I'm not one of them. I'm FBI. The camp is being raided early tomorrow morning. I want to get out before that happens and I want to get you out of here too if you're not part of this. I know that Brother Joseph is going to Brother Tom's tent tonight, so you'll be alone in the cabin. Do you want to come with me or don't you?"

"You know I do," as Daniel felt Sam's cock stiffening inside him again, ready for round two.