Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2011 17:16:15 -0700
From: Brian Suddards <suddar40@telus.net>
Subject: God is not so Great 3

This story deals with sex between males. It is also fiction. If under the
laws of your State or Province you are under the age of Consent you should
leave this site now.

Part Three.

After a late breakfast of fruit and coffee, Paul asked if I had any paper
and pen. I rummaged in my pack and came up with both. He then spent
sometime inside our cave. When he came he sat down beside us all.

"This is what I figure we should do."

Paul had sketched our cave. On one wall he had a ten foot tunnel going
straight in. Then a right angle jog to the right. That went for about 10
feet and then jogged Right again. That tunnel went for five feet, then
there was a ten by ten room. He had arrows pointing off three walls.

"That's a shit load of digging." I said.

"Yeah, but it will be real easy as long as we don't hit any cracked rock."

"If you say so. So you just a laborer at that mine?"

"Well I was actually learning between schooling. I was hoping to be a
mining engineer." Paul said.

"Okay, I'll leave you and When in charge. We'll all help but it's you whose
the boss of digging."

"The only problem I don't know what to do about is where we put the rock we
dig out."

"I do." I laughed. "Come along guys I'll show you all."

"Okay guys, a quick lesson. Stay close to the cliff face and you can not be
seen from below. In fact, it looks like the trees go right to the top of
the cliff."

I led them all along the cliff face to where I figured we could hide the
loose rock. There was gully about 20 ft deep cut into the side of the
cliff. It looked like a natural runoff place, but the stream had
disappeared a long time ago.

"What do you think Paul?"

"Perfect, we could dig out half the hillside and no one would ever fill
that."

After we got back we divided up the work. Paul and When would be working on
our home. Brian and Jacob would be the house cleaners and cooks. Kelly and
Simon would be lookouts and gather fire wood as well as help with rock
moving. Bernie and I would work on getting water hooked up and later
power. They all agreed. I said only six of us would go back to work on the
farms. Paul and When could work at our cave alone during the week. That was
cool with all. We would pool part of our earnings to buy food from Big Joe.

I then sat down to figure out what kind of traps I could set for the
Proctors. Simple pit traps, with thorns from the knife cactus would work
good. I wasn't sure if I could rig any spring gates. If I could they would
be a real terror weapon against the Proctors. The pits with the thick
thorns we could dip in shit to make them worse. Once I had some plastic, I
could make claymores.

We sat and talked the rest of the day. We neither heard or saw any
Proctors. The birds were out so I knew the park was empty of people. The
wildlife tended to shut up when ever the Proctors were around.

After another good dinner everyone retired early. Tomorrow we would head
down to see Big Joe. Bernie, I let try and fuck me. Problem was every time
he got close to putting it in he got soft. He was almost in tears before I
called a halt.

"Hey love its okay. Maybe your only a bottom."

"What's that mean JW?"

"Well I think your mind only wants a cock inside you, not putting your cock
into someone. I like it both ways, but everyone is different love."

"Well I sure get hard every time I think of you inside me."

"Look Bernie you can be anyone you want. I won't be mad if you can't screw
me."

"Well I sure know I like you to fuck me. So I guess maybe I am a bottom."

"Okay love."

"Will you fuck me now?"

"Can you wait until the weekend? We have to get up early."

"As long as I can suck you off during the week."

"Okay we can do each other during the week and save the rest for when we
don't need to work."

"Cool." He said and then dived down on my cock.

We did get a good night sleep and after a quick breakfast the six of us
headed for Big Joe's Farm. He met us in the same cellar and introduced two
other Farmers that would put the other four to work. He us told they would
always pick them up and bring them back. Bernie and I would work on packing
apples for shipment today.

Big Joe showed us both how it was done. It was pretty much all
automated. Only the sorting was done by hand. Joe showed me how to operate
the scoop conveyor and then got Bernie up on top to help him sort. It was
pretty easy work. WE stopped for lunch and again when the other four came
back.

"Not bad guys 600 cases today. We do the same tomorrow and I can get a
truck in to haul them out."

"How many cases are in here?" Bernie asked.

"Oh about 30,000." Big Joe laughed.

"That will take forever." Bernie said.

"Maybe 6 weeks. We should pack about 5,000 cases a week."

"But we only got 600 today. Five days is only 3,000 cases.

"But we only worked about 6 hours to. Tomorrow we go for ten. About a
hundred cases an hour."

"Okay." Bernie smiled.

Just before we left to head home, Jim showed up a case of forcite. It was
stronger than I wanted at 60%, but would still work. He also had blasting
caps, both electric and fuse type. I carefully put them in Bernie's pack. I
told him to walk at the back of our single file. The four guys all had
their packs stuffed with stuff the other farmers had given them.

"JW, I start holiday on Friday. I'll be back in couple of weeks, hopefully
with your plastic, but I'm not sure yet." Jim said.

I thanked everyone and we headed home, with me carrying the explosives.

When got home I dug a pit and put the explosives in it. I dug another small
one and put the caps in. Inside the cave Paul and When had really been
working. A line of holes led up the wall.

After dinner he showed me what he was doing. Looked okay to me, but I
wasn't a rock miner. I told the guys I wanted to build a couple of pit
traps after it got a little dark. They all said they would help. Which was
good, cause then they could build them themselves.

I took all six down to show them what to do. I picked a spot on one of the
trails where it narrowed to just a single width. Dead center I had two of
them dig a 2 foot by 2 foot hole about 18 inches deep. The guys had looked
at me kind of weird when I brought along a set of bolt cutters. When I took
them into the bush and showed them the knife cactus, they understood.

The knife cactus is not usually found in the area. It is normally found
high up in dry arid areas. I figured several years ago it had been washed
down here in a flash flood. Now it was spread all along the river. It
wasn't exactly knives that the thorns looked like, but they were very long
and flat bladed spines. The edges and tip very damned sharp, I learned the
hard way. Problem with was you couldn't grab them except at their base,
hence the bolt cutters.

I showed one of the guys how to cut them off and then pick them up by their
base. I told them I needed about 24 for each pit. They went to work, not
with out the occasional yelp as they cut themselves. I left them to it
while I scouted another spot to dig.

After showing them how to rig the pits with the cactus, I showed them how
to hide the pits. In about 2 hours work we had four pits spread along four
different paths. I did find some saplings I thought I might rig as spring
traps, but left it for another night. We all tired headed up to sleep.

The rest of the week we continued the same routine. We did not see or hear
any proctors.

On Friday, we saw that the only pit we could see from our lookout had been
sprung. After dark we went down to look. WE found a large dark spot on the
ground close by so I figured someone got cut up.

"Do we cover this one again?" Brian asked.

"No we leave it as is. What we do now is dig a couple to either side. They
know about this one and will go around it."

"And step in the new one." Kelly finished for me.

I whispered to Bernie. "Yuck!" was all he said and took off.

Both pits were ready when Bernie came back with can held as far away from
him as he could. I heard some weird comments as I dipped each spine in the
can of shit before placing them in the pit. This time I angled
several. After concealing the two new pits we headed back up to our home.

Paul had finished a ring of holes around the entrance he was cutting
into. He had also drilled four holes in the center. We sat and discussed
the loading of the holes. We figured we could only blast at night and would
be using half sticks of the forcite. WE would load the holes Saturday late
and blast Saturday night. No Proctors in the park. Saturday we spent
cleaning everything out of the cave and building another shelter
above. Bernie and I finished everything for our running water including
taping the main water line.

The blast Saturday night I know was heard all over River City. It echoed up
and down the river. Maybe it woke up the Bishop or caused him to blow early
in his Proctor asshole bottom boy. Hope it scared the Proctors away from
the park.

Sunday morning we were able to look at what our first blast had done. About
three feet of rock had been spread out over the floor of the cave. Paul
said it was perfect. Not only was a three foot tunnel dug, but the rock
behind the blast had been pulverized. By the time we got it all cleaned
out, there was almost a five foot tunnel. He figured about six weeks we
would be working on our inside room. Well he was the mining
engineer. Everyone was happy to have cold showers Sunday night.

When we arrived at the farm, Big Joe had all the crews from the other two
farms in the cellar. He explained that we were going to clear one cellar at
a time due to the shortage of manpower. With the eleven of us he figured we
could load three trailer and two bulk carriers a day. The bulk carriers
were from Spring Fresh Juices. WE were very tired after that first
day. Everyone had left and Joe and my boys were sitting resting after a 10
hour day of sorting and loading apples. Joe came in with two one gallon
jugs of home made cider. It tasted damned good. First alcohol I had, had in
a long time.

Big Joe finally brought up the blast. He said that it had been heard all
over town, but no one knew where it came from. The Bishop was some pissed
no one could tell him anything. I told him we could only do about one a
week. He figured by the time the second came most will have forgotten the
first. Might just scare the God right out of the Bishop.

The rest of the week was the same. I could not believe we cleared that
whole cellar in five days. Next week we would head for one of the other
farms to repeat the whole thing. Paul was ready for our second blast by
Friday. We went down Friday to check our traps. I was surprised none had
been sprung. Time for a spring trap.

Saturday the park was dead quiet. That meant someone was in the park, but
we didn't see anyone until almost sundown. We watched a group of Proctors
approach our first trap. They stopped and then turned back, almost as if
they had seen a warning sign. That got me thinking.

I was still thinking as I acted as lookout as the guys cleared the rubble
from the second blast. Later after cleaning up, I asked the guys if they
had ever seen one of those Uncle Sam wanted posters. I explained what it
said. A couple said they had.

"Suppose you put a scull on the front instead of Uncle Sam and just
Proctors in capital letter across the top, with I want you along the
bottom. We could post them up all over the park and maybe get some put up
in town."

"They might think it is only one guy JW." Bernie said.

"So much the better." I said. "Might make them more bold."

After work on Monday, I talked to Joe about my poster idea. He said he
would think about it and let me know what he could come up with.

After a good meal I took the guys down into the park. I was looking for the
ideal place to build a spring trap. What I wanted was a narrow path, but
close to the bridge the Proctors usually entered the park from. We found it
actually in sight of the end of the bridge.

I sent two guys to cut down and bring the thick saplings I had found
earlier. I put two guys to work sharpening 10 inch pieces of one inch
wood. The four of us left built the frame we attach to the sapling. As we
waited for the my two with the sapling we dug two pits on either side of
the path. When the guys got back I showed them how to put the whole thing
together. The tricky part was arming the thing. It took all six to actually
pull the sapling back slowly, so it did not break. Where I had built these
before the wood was a lot damper and would bend easy without breaking. It
took almost an hour to actually arm it. I had wanted to test it, but it was
now quite late so just armed it. The guys were in awe that the very thin
rope and string I used to set it would actually hold back that
sapling. Making sure all the brush looked undisturbed we snuck back to our
home.

Although tired we did make it Joes place on time. After another day of
sorting, Joe showed me a sketch of the poster. The Governor had his own
version of Uncle Sam's poster. It had an angel on it instead of Uncle
Sam. The sketch had replaced the Angel with a skull and a boney finger
pointing. Across the top it said Proctors, in black letters.  Across the
bottom instead of the Governor's message saying he needs you, it said I Am
Going To Get You.

"That's perfect Joe. Can you get it printed?"

"Yeah and get them up all over town. We are going to pull down the
Governor's poster and put these up instead. It should drive the Bishop
insane. I'll bring some for you to post in the park."

Paul and When were already done with the next leg of the tunnel. This one
was only four feet wide. The also told us the Proctors had sprung the two
pits off the track by the first. Both guys had to be carried away. That
meant the Proctors would avoid that path. To bad I didn't have any
claymores. Those would really shake them up.

Bernie and I sat talking. I sure loved the weather here. Warm nights and
not too hot during the day. Just sitting by ourselves, Paul and When came
up and sat down.  "JW, you said we could talk to you if we needed
something?"

"Sure guys, what's on your mind?"

"Well we've tried everything but anal. We both want to try it, but I know I
am way bigger than When and I don't want to hurt him."

"Well guys. I suggest you start with your fingers. Work your way up to
it. Start with one and work your way up to three. When your comfortable
having three fingers inside, then try your dicks. It is probably still
going to hurt the first few times, but once you get used to it, it can be
real nice."

"Do you use some kind of lube?"

"Well I have a little bit of KY left. I'll give it to you. Or if you have
tried rimming, spit works too."

"Rimming, you mean licking the butt?"

"Yeah, it sure turns Bernie on." I laughed.

"Okay, we haven't done that, but I guess we could try it."

"Shower first guys." I chuckled.

"Thanks JW." Both boys headed into the gloom.

"Talking about that made me horny." Bernie said.

"Your horny all the time baby."

"I know you said only on weekends, but I really want you. Please fuck me
JW."

"Okay love. Just this once." I knew that was a lie. He'd talk me into it
again, I was sure.

Almost instantly he was naked and on his back.

"You want it out here in the open?"

"Yes and could you pull out before you cumm, I want to suck you off too."

"I'll try buddy, but I'm not going to guarantee that."

I'm sure everyone in our camp knew what was happening. His moans of
pleasure were very vocal. I did manage to just pull out in time. He jumped
onto my cock and sucked me off.  "That was weird tasting JW."

"Well love, there was probably your shit on my cock too."

"Okay. It wasn't bad tasting, just weird. I'd do it again if you want."

"We'll see. Now lets get to bed. We have another long day tomorrow."

Well I was wrong again. The next day was very short. Only Big Joe was
waiting when we arrived. He set a big thermos of coffee down.

"No work today guys. All hell is breaking loose in town. Four Proctors were
injured and one killed yesterday in the Valley. A young kid in town was
beaten and killed by the Proctors when they caught him putting up some of
your posters. The Bishop has arrested a lot of people, trying to fine out
who is responsible for the posters. Rumor has it he has asked for some
specialized Proctors from the Capital. I think your traps are working JW."

"Specialized, what kind of specialized?"

"Anti-insurgency types."

"Well if they are from the National Guard, I'm not too worried, but there
are a lot of Special Forces, Marine and Seals on the street in
California. If he's hired some of them I might be in trouble."

"All I can do is let you know JW."

"I know Big Joe. You have really been a help."

"Now, Jim called. He's going to back tonight and has some goodies for
you. He wants you to bring your whole crew tomorrow morning. Don't come to
the cellar. I will meet you the same place I did the first day. The Stuff
will be in the trees next to where my truck is parked. The Bishop also
added a new rule. Proctors will be in every cop car from now on. So he
might not see you for a while."

"Okay, I'll be here." We left after that.

With no work at Joes, we decided we needed to make sure nothing could be
seen of our home. We carefully covered all the paths up to our hidden
nest. Bernie and I were sitting watching the main intersection. We spotted
a very young looking Proctor. He wasn't acting like a regular
proctor. First off he was alone and he was always looking more behind him
than ahead.

"Maybe we should grab him." Bernie said.

"And then what?"  "Well we might get some information out of him before
we." He stopped short of saying kill him.

"Your right love. You stay here."

I went and grabbed some rope and something to use as a gag. I slipped down
to the path he was on. I wanted to make sure he wasn't a trap set by the
proctors. After working my way a head of him I waited for him to pass
me. As he passed, I stepped out behind him, wrapped one arm around his neck
and the other hand over his mouth and dragged him into the trees.

Deep in the bush I forced him onto his stomach on the ground.

"One word boy and I gut you like a pig."

He just laid on the ground shaking. I tied his hands behind his back and
then gagged him. I then rolled him over. His eyes told me he was
terrified. I rifled through his pockets. A couple of chocolate bars, some
keys and a wallet, No weapons. I looked in his wallet. A very young faced
photo. Jesus Christ the kid was only sixteen. What the fuck was he doing in
the Proctors. He got even more scared when I pulled his runners off and
then his pants. I watched in amusement as he pissed his shorts. After he
wet himself I pulled him up and pushed him ahead of me through the bush. We
came to one of the paths that lead to our camp. As soon as Bernie saw him
his eyes got real big.

"You know him Bernie?"

"Yeah, we used to go to school together before they booted me out cause I
was a fag."

"Well that told me how old Bernie was.

All the guys gathered around talking about what they would like to do to
him, starting with raping his virgin ass. Other ideas included cutting his
nuts off and feeding them to him and hanging him on a rope upside down and
using him for a punching and kicking bag. The poor kid was shaking so bad
he pissed himself again and I figured if he could have would have shit too.

"NO JW! You can't hurt him. He was a friend of mine." Bernie pleaded.

I knew I couldn't kill a sixteen year old kid either. What the fuck was I
going to do with him. I sure as hell could not let him go.

"Cool it guys. No one is going to hurt this kid. He's only sixteen for
Christ's sake."

That quieted everyone.

"So what are we going to do with JW? We can't let him go, he's seen our
camp." Kelly asked.

"Well first we are going to find out what the fuck he's doing in a proctor
uniform."

I told Kelly and his boyfriend to keep a look out. I took the kid over to
the cliff face and sat him down. I pulled out my big hunting knife.

"I'm going to take your gag off. If you scream, I'll have no choice but
kill you."

I removed his gag and all he did was cry silently.

Bernie brought over a canteen and poured some water into his mouth.

"What are you doing in that uniform Scott?" Bernie asked.

"There, there making all us wear them."

"Who is all?" I asked.

"The Governor brought in a new law. All sixteen year olds and up have to
join the Proctors. The Bishop is making all the boys, even girls join."

Shit, so much for planting claymores. They were very indiscriminate who
they killed when they went off. That thought was even more out of it when
he continued.

"I heard some of the older Proctors saying it was great, now we can send
the young one first so they get killed and we don't. That's why I ran
away."

"Why did you run to the valley? If it was anyone but me that caught you,
you might already be strung up with your balls in your mouth. Deviants
really hate Proctors."

"Well I knew Bernie came down here. I wanted to find him."

"Well you found him."

He looked at Bernie the same way I did. Now what does that mean?

"Are you Gay Scott?" I asked.

"I don't know. I kind of like Bernie. He does strange things to me when I
get close to him."

Bernie laughed and sat down right next to him. He then reached over and
grabbed Scott's cock.

"Yup, he's getting hard." Bernie giggled.

Even I could see that. The problem was the kid was a knockout. Long blonde
hair, very nice set of very kissable lips. From the dick hardening between
his legs I'd say he might be bigger than Bernie. Bernie more or less
confirmed it.

"Gee Scott, you got to have at least 7 inches."

Scott had closed his eyes and his mouth hung slack. Tiny little gasps
escaped past his lips.

"Bernie, you better let go or you might get him to blow. We don't need that
right now."

"Sorry Love."

When Bernie called me love, Scott's eyes snapped open. He looked at my
face, then my crotch and then Bernie.

"I'm sorry Bernie, I just thought if I could find you maybe we could run
off together."

Then the flood gates opened and Scott really started to cry. Bernie was
pretty quick to grab a hold of him and hold him. Bernie looked right at
me. I knew what he wanted right off, the problem was I was not sure I could
handle two sixteen year olds, when I had trouble keeping up with Bernie.

"Okay love, for now he can stay, but we are going to have to talk about
this. Not only that, but the other guys have to agree too."

The grin on Bernie's face told me I made the right decision. Now all I had
to do was convince the rest.

After sundown, I called all the guys together.

"Most of you know I was in the Marines. I was also a Navy SEAL. I've seen a
lot of shit all over the world. I've seen kids not much older and some
younger than Bernie or Scott get killed, just for being in the wrong place
at the wrong time. I vowed I would never willingly kill a kid ever, even if
he was shooting at me. Lucky for me, I never had to test my vow. Weather
you agree or not, I will not be a party to killing Scott. Nor will I allow
any of you to hurt him. You all agreed when I took on this shit, that I was
in charge. Now you will just have to accept what I say. He's the same as
Bernie, touch him and you will be dead before you can even shout."

"Does that mean you are going to have two guys in your bed now?" Paul
smiled.

"Well, I figure Bernie is going to have Scott in his bed and considering I
sleep in Bernie's bed, I guess I'm going to have two now."  "JW, we have no
problem with that. Hell we would never have survived down there in the
Valley alone. We all know that. You accepted us at face value, that's what
we will do with Scott. JW, we are with you and will continue to accept
anything you say. I talked to other guys and we will even sleep with you if
you want. We want you to be our boss or anything else you want us to be."
Kelly said.

"Thanks guys, but no need to worry about sleeping with you. I have trouble
keeping up with Bernie. Now with Scott, they will both turn me grey."

Everyone chuckled at that.

"Guys we have another problem now too. I'm sure Jim got me some plastic
explosive. We all have to go in tomorrow and pick up what he
brought. Considering he wants the whole crew, there's got to be a shit load
of stuff he brought. The other problem I now have is that Scott said the
Proctors are going to use the young guys as cannon fodder, send them in
first to soak up what we throw at them. I can't and won't set up claymores
to take out kids."

"SHIT!" Paul said.

"Look guys. Sleep on it. After we pick up the stuff tomorrow, maybe I can
figure out how to hit the fuckers without killing kids."

Scott did share our bed, but nothing really happened. Bernie, unusual for
him was a perfect young gentleman. In the morning after breakfast of fruit
and coffee, we headed for Big Joes farm. Scott had to come along.

When I saw all the boxes and cases, I was totally astounded. There were
three cases of Canadian Wafer Plastic explosives. The wafers were 4X4 inch
squares an inch thick. One big wooden case, a crate of fuses, and two big
boxes. I started the guys back with the loot. I told them nobody touched
anything until I got there.

After they started back I went to talk to Big Joe. I told him about Scott,
but he already knew the kid had taken off, all I did was tell him where he
had gone. The Proctors knew he had run off too and a new rule was put into
force. Anyone attempting to run would be shot. Fuck this was getting out of
hand, when you shot kids because they didn't like killing people. The
Governor was creating his own banana republic. I told Big Joe I would
accept any other youngsters I caught.

He told me they would try and smuggle them out. We parted still friends.

When I got back to my camp, or shod I say our camp the boys were waiting
expectantly. The boxes were all piled in one spot. I had the guys bury both
the plastic explosives and the fuses. Then I looked at what else I got from
Jim.

The long wooden crate I didn't need to even open. It was written on the
side what was inside.

M14/Mark 7 Sniper (cw) 40 power night/day scope.

Now I had a very good sniper rifle and inside another box was two cases of
match quality ammo. Who the fuck did Jim know. The rifle was Marine Corp
issue. Actually so was the ammo.

The answer was in the last box I opened,

An envelope was inside along with a very large number and variety of timers
and remote detonators.

The Letter started with:

Semper Fi asshole.

"Once a Marine, always a Marine. Jim told me about you. JW, you were one of
the best. They say blood is thicker than water and they also say Marines
are all family. Your still part of the Family JW. I hope this stuff will
help you kill a few of the those fucking Army of the Lord assholes. Sorry
to say that's all we can send you. We are shutting down Twenty Nine
Palms. We have been ordered to move everyone into Parris Island. We are
going to destroy everything here, leave nothing for that paper hanger in
Sacramento. Good Luck Gunny.

Semper Fi.

Gunnery Sgt Major John Smith.

Christ, I hadn't seen Gunny Smith since basic. I guess we really are all
family. I didn't know I was crying until Bernie asked if I was okay.

I pulled him into my arms.

"Yeah baby, more than okay. An old friend just reminded me of something I
did a long time ago.

"What was that?"

"I swore an oath to defend the Constitution against all enemies foreign or
domestic. I'm going to do just that love."

I looked at my new army, yeah right. Well blue jeans and t-shirts were not
going to do the trick. I needed camo uniforms. The National Guard had
Armories in almost every city of any size. Problem was I didn't know where
the one for River City was.  "Scott, do you know where the National Guard
Armory is?"

"Yes Sir, but it is Proctor headquarters."

"Do you know if the supply room is inside the Armory or outside?"

"I don't know Sir. We got our uniforms inside. We had to strip in front of
everyone to put them on."

"Have you seen what's outside in the vehicle compound?"

"Sure, lots of trucks and Humvees."

"You see any other buildings?"

"Sure, there's two. Ones a maintenance building but I don't know what the
other is for."

I pulled out a map of River City.

"Show me where it is."

TBC