Chapter 3 – Chapter 3

"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.

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"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.