Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

Red held Daniel in his tent for five days before Daniel's presence was discovered. He was handcuffed for most of the time and gagged when Red wasn't there. Red was too menacing for Daniel to try to rouse attention, and, in truth, Daniel soon was more afraid of what was going on outside the tent in the encampment than inside.

Four times a day it appeared that those in the camp—all men that Daniel ever saw by peeking through a slit in the canvas beside the camp bed—were called together in assembly, where a man with a commanding voice that changed at will from smooth to harsh harangued them with a bullhorn. It didn't take Daniel long to figure out that this was some sort of antigovernment militia movement. The key word of the man's harangues—the man evidently being named Brother Joseph, as that was how he was answered in a chorus of Amens—was "smite." Quoting the Bible, Brother Joseph spoke of we "will smite the inhabitants of this city, both man and beast" and of the Lord declaring "I will smite them with the pestilence and disinherit them, and I will make of you a nation greater and mightier than they."

Brother Joseph left no doubt that the city and people to be smitten were Washington, D.C. and all forms of authority in the nation and that the nation these fanatics on the mountaintop were to form was their own, forced by arms and domestic terrorism.

It was also a little weird that all of the men Daniel could see through the slit in the canvas were chummy with each other—lots of close contact and arms around each other.

The man with the bullhorn didn't sound crazy—he sounded convincing and smooth as silk, but the words he was using, the concepts he was pushing, and the demands he was making on what this band of men was going to do certainly sounded crazy to Daniel. The man also left little doubt that this group of men were organized for action and had a name. Brother Joseph kept referring to them as the Men of Thunder, who would correct by force of arms and acts of violence the wrongs of the government that was sucking at the teat of the people and disregarding the Constitution left and right.

Still, when Daniel was up in the mountains, he was where Steve couldn't get at him. And, though he was being held prisoner, Red wasn't fucking him more than once a day, albeit roughly, and he was making sure that Daniel was fed and hydrated and that he was able to relieve himself—not in any civilized manner, but certainly not with less privilege than Red himself had, or anyone else in camp. The beatings had stopped when Daniel went completely docile for whatever Red demanded.

In fact, Daniel was finding the sex a little exciting. He was just beginning to look forward to Red returning to the tent after dark with the look of lust in his eyes. The first couple of times Red had punched Daniel into submission before uncuffing him from the headboard, pushing him on his back on the side of the bed, Daniel's head hanging over the opposite side, before using two handcuffs to bind Daniel's wrists to the bed frame on the side of the bed and then raising and spreading Daniel's legs for the deep thrust of Red's cock while he manipulated Daniel's cock like a gearshift. After Daniel had come before Red did, he'd move around to the other side of the bed, slide his cock into Daniel's mouth, and finish by creaming the younger man's face.

After those first few times, though, Red became less hurried and presented his cock for Daniel to suck before climbing up on the bed, covering Daniel's back, and fucking him doggy style.

Daniel made all of the sounds of satisfaction and praise for Red's equipment and prowess that would flatter and please the man.

On the fifth night, while Daniel was on all fours on the bed and Red was crouched over him, mining his channel deep, the door flap of the tent fluttered and one of the other men entered, did a double take, and then, after muttering, "Who the hell is that? He's not from the camp," the man hurriedly turned and left the tent, raising the alarm. Red pulled out of Daniel, quickly zipped his fatigued pants up, picked up his rifle, and slipped out of the tent.

Amidst the yelling going on outside the tent, Daniel heard muffled gunfire. There was quite a bit of gunfire going on up here in the area of the camp, but it had always been during the day, not at night. Some sort of silencers were used on the guns to mute the noise, though. What Daniel heard was more of a pop, pop, pop sound. Then silence. Then the tent flap was pushed aside and three men entered and gawked at Daniel. All of them had rifles at the ready. All of the rifles immediately were turned on Daniel.

It didn't take much imagination for Daniel to figure out that the man standing in the middle was Brother Joseph. He was older than Red and anyone else Daniel had spied as they entered the compound. His body was in just as good a shape, however. The other two men obviously were giving him deference. One of the other men was a scrawny backwoods kind of guy, There were so many of them that Daniel saw wandering around the compound when he and Red arrived at the camp. The other guy was a young, dark hunk, though. The obvious leader was well over six feet; bald, but with a salt-and-pepper beard and bushy eyebrows; solidly built, and with piercing blue eyes.

"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.