Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2011 20:55:23 -0700
From: Brian Suddards <suddar40@telus.net>
Subject: God is not so Great 4

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 Four.

We were very lucky the National Guard Armory was not in the downtown. It
was on the western outskirts of River City. Still, it was almost 6 miles
away and some of that would be damn close to an industrial area. I figured
I would scout the location and then later bring the guys. I told my guys
what I was going to do. I also unpacked the day/night scope. I could use it
to look over the compound from a distance.

I told them all to stay close to the camp. I would be back in less than 6
hours.

Soon after dark I took off. The good part of this was the Proctors did not
enter the valley after dark. That might change if they brought in an
ex-Special forces type to lead them, but for now I was safe. The other good
thing was I would not have to cross the river. It would have been about 2
miles shorter if I could travel as the crow does, but no chance was I going
to go into town at night. That would be inviting arrest real quick. The
industrial area was all back from the valley so it proved to be no problem
either.

I was working on the idea that the place would be lit up like a Christmas
tree. I almost missed it. When I got up to the chain link fence, I saw that
there was not a single light burning in the compound. These guys were
really stupid. I used the night scope and could not spot a single guard or
even guard dog. What were these assholes thinking. Looking at the compound
the only building lit up had to the Armory. Every window had lights on. At
the far end away from me I spotted what I figured was the motor pool. A
couple Humvees with their hoods up were parked close to one of the big
doors. So the building at this end might be the supply depot. I worked my
way along the fence behind the building. The tall grass on the other side
of the fence told me no came behind the building. I cut a single line up
the fence with my bolt cutters.

Once inside I checked the whole building. The real undoing of my plan would
happen if the place was alarmed. On one end was a roll up cargo door. The
other end had a single door, but looked like it might be an emergency
exit. There were no door knob or handle on the outside. There were also two
windows. Both had steel shutters. I carefully slipped around the front of
the building. Fuck, if it was alarmed the alarm wasn't on. Two of the four
windows in front were open a few inches. On a whim I checked the front
door. When the handle turned I stopped. Suppose there was some guard on the
inside. If so, he was probably sleeping, there were no lights on. I very
carefully turned the door handle and pushed, it opened without a
sound. Well oiled hinges. I slipped inside and quickly closed the door. I
waited until my eyes adjusted to the dark inside. It appeared I was in some
kind of office. A desk and several chairs, file cabinets and a small
safe. Directly in front of me was another door. I walked to it and turned
the handle. It opened too and the first thing I heard was very heavy
snoring. Definitely a guard, but dead to the world. Walking very quietly I
found him sprawled on a bunk, an empty booze bottle of some kind on the
floor by his cot. Out cold drunk, perfect.

I could have slit his throat and he would not have even known he was dead,
but I also did not want to raise an alarm for later. Next time I came if he
was here, he would with the devil very quick. Using my pen light I checked
the supply room. It was very well stocked with everything to outfit a
fairly large unit. Uniforms, boots, belts, helmets, webbing, and bingo, a
weapons lockup. I walked over to the cage. Plain chain link fencing
enclosed the 10 x 20 room. From what I could see, it would only take a
minute to cut the lock off and I would have access to their whole
armory. Next time. I went back and found my sizes in everything. I quickly
changed, stuffing my jeans and shirt and in my back pack. I stuffed a dozen
camo t-shirts in as well. They would help the boys look less visible when I
came back to equip them. I then slipped back out the way I had come
in. Getting back to camp was even easier.

I scared the living daylights out of the guys when I walked into the camp
virtually unseen. That was going to have to change. We would need to put up
some kind of warning system. After they calmed down, I explained what I had
found and what we would do the next night. I also figured I would take a
long a few surprises for the Proctors. I gave them the camo t-shirts. They
loved them.

All the guys went to bed, now that they knew I was safe and back. Bernie,
Scott and I just sat beside our shelter. Bernie had his arm around me.

"JW, if I tell you something, promise you won't be mad."

"You and Scott were playing around with each other." I said.

"How did you know?"

"Bernie, you are a very good looking guy. So is Scott and he already said
he gets weird feeling when ever he is close to you. I can put 2 and 2
together. How was he?"

"Oh he's not bad, but he wanted me to fuck him to. I told him I was only a
bottom guy, so he asked me to ask you if you would do it to him."

I looked at Scott. He had the same wanting in his eyes as Bernie had before
I finally fucked his very nice bottom.

"Is that what you really want Scott?"

"I guess so. Bernie seemed to really love it when I was doing him. He told
me how great it felt and I want to know too. He told the first few times is
pretty painful, but once I get used to it, it's real nice."

"Well come over here closer." Scott moved up beside me.

I put one arm around Bernie and the other around Scott. They both just
melted into my side. Damn, now I had two boys that felt the same as I. I
had problems enough keeping up with Bernie, now I would have to keep up
with Scott too.

"Okay guys, long day tomorrow. Lets go to bed. Scott you are going to have
to wait a few days. All hell will brake loose after tomorrow."

"Can I do what Bernie told me he did?"

"Sure Scott."

"Will you promise me you will take my cherry?"

"Yes Scott. I promise to take your cherry." I chuckled.

Well sleep didn't come quick. I sucked both boys off and then both went
down on my cock. Scott was the one that actually sucked me off, but I
noticed he shared my load with Bernie. After that, they cuddled up on both
sides of me. I kissed both boys on the head and went to sleep.

It was pretty much the reverse in the morning. I woke up with Bernie on my
cock and two cocks on each side of my head. I sucked Scott off and then
Bernie. Bernie took my morning load and shared with Scott.

There were a lot smiles in camp the next day. I figured virtually everyone
knew what was going on between me and the two boys. All were happy about
it. I spent the day showing all my crew how to make claymores and shaped
charges. I explained about shaped charges and why. I didn't have ball
bearings to use with the claymores, but figured I could get nails from Big
Joe. They might be better. Ball bearings would kill, but the nails would
just cause a shit load of wounds. I was still weary of setting claymores
until I figured out how to separate the kids from older proctors. Killing
kids was not my thing ever.

Very soon after dark, I took my crew back to the Armory. They had on their
camo t-shirts and I had them smudge their faces with dirt to hid some of
their features. We all carried empty back packs, except I took along a few
charges and remote detonators from the supply the Gunny had sent me.

Getting back to the armory compound was easy. I left the boys at the hole
in the fence while I checked out the building again. I said I would come
and get them when the coast was clear.

It was exactly as it had been the night before, right down to the drunk
sleeping on the cot. I walked up to him and pulled my hunting knife. I
clamped my hand over his mouth and drew the knife across his throat. His
eyes snapped open and he struggled for about 5 seconds before the light
faded from his terrified eyes. Blood soaked the cot on both side of him. I
then went and opened the big roll up door. Went out and signaled the guys
to come in. I put one boy on guard at the window, telling him if anyone
came out of the Armory to call me.

After instructing everyone what to do to outfit themselves, I headed over
to the weapons lockup. It took only a moment to cut the padlock off and I
was inside. Another cut with the bolt cutters and I had access to the M-16
rifles. I pulled one out. Cool bolts in place, all it needed was loaded
magazine and it was ready to rock and roll. It took a while but I finally
found several cases of preloaded magazines. I then went and checked on the
boys. All looked like real soldiers now. We left the helmets and only took
soft caps. I sent on boy to relieve the look out and took the rest to
weapons bay. I gave them each a rifle and showed them how to fill their
ammo pouches. I also gave them each grenades. I dumped a shit load more in
my back pack along with all the mags we could carry. When everyone was
loaded up I had them go back out side the fence and wait. I told them I
would be about half an hour. If I wasn't back in an hour they were to head
for our camp.

I headed into the compound with six remote charges. I had left one in the
weapons room on top of a grenade box. I set my first charge on the last
truck, closest to the supply room. I was hoping I could find a fuel
truck. Most National Guard units had them. I was half way when I heard a
scream. I moved out so I could see the Armory building. A big Proctor was
dragging a semi nude boy across the compound. I knew what he was up to,
question was do I try to save the kid or not. Shit, I already knew the
answer to that question. I slipped up to where I saw the Proctor drag the
kid between some trucks. He was just about to enter him when I grabbed his
mouth, pulled him back and cut his throat. Lucky the kid had his eyes
closed. I dropped the dead guard and dropped beside the kid. I put my hand
over his mouth.

"Not a sound boy." I lifted him up and carried him quickly to my crew.

"Keep him quite, I'll be right back." I retraced my steps, dragged the dead
proctor to the back of a truck. Planted a charge and moved up to the last
truck. Bingo again my luck was holding. A fuel truck. I cracked the drain,
gasoline spewed out onto the ground. Not waiting I slapped another charge
on the truck. If the kid had not come into the picture I would have spread
the last three charges around, but instead just headed out.

One of my boys had given the kid his jeans and a t-shirt.

We headed back into the valley. I sent the guys on ahead. After about ten
minutes I detonated the charges. The compound was dark to begin with but
after four distinct crump's, it was lit up now. The supply center went up
like a roman candle. Lighting everything up for miles I was sure. Secondary
explosions followed, but I wasn't waiting around. I caught up to the boys;
they had stopped when the explosions happened. I hurried them on.

Three hours later we staggered into our camp. The young kid I had rescued
could only gawk at our camp. One of my guys had tied his hands and put a
gag on him. Brian was sitting beside the new kid. I sat down in front of
him.

"If you promise not to scream, I'll take the gag off." He nodded his head.

"Thank you for stopping that proctor from fucking me."

"I take it you not gay?"

"I don't know anymore Sir. He wasn't the first, but from the way he talked
he probably would have been my last."

"What do you mean?"

"About being fucked? All the young guys and girls get from most of the
Proctors. That's all they been doing to us since the Bishop ordered us to
become proctors."

"Why did you think it was going to be your last?"

He said we were going to lead a scouting mission into valley tomorrow. We
have all heard that the young guys would lead so we died first in any traps
you set for them."

So it was true. They really were going to make the young kids nothing but
fodder. They were going to in for a big surprise if they tried that shit.

"What's your name son and how old are you?"

"Gerald Sir, I'm seventeen."

"You can call me JW and that's Brian beside you."

"What's going to happen to me now JW?"

"Well that's partly up to you. We are definitely not going to send you
back. Especially since I blew up there compound tonight. I doubt they will
be making any forays into the valley tomorrow either. You need to
understand one thing. We are all gay here."

"Well I kind of figured you were all gay. I guess I'll do what ever you
guys want me to do. You saved my life I guess so if you guys want to use me
it's okay."

"Gerald, we didn't rescue you to have you as the proctors did. No one is
going to use you unless you want it. I think probably we will turn you over
to friend that can get you away from River City."

"What if I didn't want to leave? What if I wanted to stay with you guys?"

"You might be dead quicker staying with us Gerald."

"I don't think so. I have heard of you. My Dad said you were the best thing
that happened in River City since beer was invented."

"Who is your Dad?"

"He manages Cameron Steel."

"Your Gerald Cameron, your Dad's Steven?"

"Yes Sir."

I had done a lot of work for Steven Cameron. I practically rebuilt his
whole house. He was an owner/manager from the old school. He believed if
you put in a good days work you should receive a good days pay. All his
employees loved the man. I had a lot of respect for him. Now I had his
son. I wasn't all that sure you could change a straight kid in a queer,
just by forcing him to suck and fucking his ass, but Gerald appeared to be
just that. Well I was not about to reinforce his knew outlook.

"Paul, come over here please."

"Gerald, this Paul. I'm going to leave you with him. Paul I want you to
watch Gerald. Be gentle with him, he's had a bitch of a time with the
Proctors, if you know what I mean."

"They were using him like Scott."

"Yes."

"Okay JW, I'll make sure he is okay."

"Okay guys get some sleep. I'll keep watch tonight."

After the long nights work, they had no complaints about sacking out. I sat
down and loaded a mag into the M 16 I had. I saw all the guys weapons just
laying around. Well that would change tomorrow.

I was so up from the night, I'm sure I could not have slept if I had
tried. Very nice night, stars were out and the glow on the western horizon
told me the fire was still burning in the compound. I wondered what the
Bishops reaction would be to this nights work.

I heard someone coming long before he even spoke. My rifle was on full
auto, when Big Joe walked out of the dark.

"Jesus Joe, you need to be real careful. If it had been one of the kids on
guard you might already be dead."

"Sorry JW, but I had to let you know. The Proctors are coming into the
valley tomorrow in force."

"Even after I blew up their compound."

"You did that? Their claiming one their men accidently started a fire. Jim
called me and told me about it. Everything is almost totally gone except
the main building. Fire department will be there all day he figures."

So the Proctors were going to lie about it. Cool.

"I have Steven Cameron's son."

"Where did you get him from?"

"The compound." I explained what had happened.

"Your not?"

"No Big Joe, he'll be fine. I figured you might be able to get him out,
although at the moment I'm not sure he wants out. You could also inform
Steve he's okay."

"Okay, I can do that. Steve's in on our conspiracy."

"While I got you here, I need a couple of kegs of nails. I prefer roofing
nails. Short and sharp."

"Why nails?"

"Well I am pretty sure you can't lay your hands on 32 caliber ball
bearings. I need the nails for the claymores."

"Okay right, two kegs of roofing nails. Anything else."

I pulled a wad of dollars out of my pocket.

"Food Joe. Got ten boys now to feed."

"Keep the cash JW. We will make sure your well supplied. If you make it
past tomorrow, the supplies will be in the same place tomorrow night."

"We'll make it. Trust me Joe. The Proctors are going need more than just a
smart Special Forces type after I finish with them. Gerald told me how they
are treating all the young men and women. They will pay dearly for that."

Joe left and I roused my team. They were not particularly happy I got them
up.

I showed them all how to load a mag and how to use the safety.

"Don't shoot us when we come back. I'm taking Steve and Bernie with me."

I pulled out the sniper rifle. Pocketed two magazines and grabbed about
five pounds of plastic and a remote detonator.

"Steve, you mentioned a catwalk under the bridge. I want you to show me."

"Yes Sir."

It only took us about thirty minutes to reach the bridge and another ten to
get on the catwalk. I was impressed. The Bridge was a double span, with a
single pylon in the middle. Damned expensive for just a foot bridge. In the
center we were almost 100 feet above the river. The center pylon had a
concrete base with two thin looking steel beams holding up the center of
the bridge. Take out either and the bridge would split in the middle and
fall into the river a hundred feet below.

I gave Bernie the rifle and climbed out onto the beam connecting one of the
beams. After placing all five pounds of plastic at a junction, set the
detonator in place and climbed back.

"Lets go guys. Going to be light soon."

I knew where I was headed. I had used this particular lookout before. Then
I didn't have a sniper rifle. Once we were in position, I showed Bernie how
to use the spotting scope. Then we just relaxed. I had a bitch of a time
staying awake. It was okay, both boys were too scared to sleep.

I must have dozed off, I came awake when /Bernie nudged me.

"Something is happening JW."

I blinked few times and looked through the sniper scope, A couple of young
guys were just visible on the end of the bridge. I set the rifle down and
moved back.

"Pop one of those coffee packs Steve,"

"There's more JW." Bernie said.

"Tell me when you see one of the older ones."

"What's going on JW?" Steve asked as he handed me the coffee.

"What's happening Bernie?"

"There just standing there."

Okay, come down here, I'll explain what I am doing."

"Now, you saw me plant those explosives. If the proctors are doing what you
and Gerald said, they will force all the young men off the bridge into the
park. Once I see no more kids coming off the bridge, I'll start
shooting. That will force the proctors back onto the bridge. Then I'll blow
the bridge. With lots of luck there will nothing but the young guys on this
side. Then we round them all up and take them back with us. Simple eh?"

"Your going to just kill all those proctors?"

"Yeah. You got a problem with that?"

He shook his head no, with a smile.

It didn't go exactly as I hoped. Three groups of boys started to work their
way along three different pathways. An older Proctor with a rifle
controlled each group. As I watched the bridge I saw a guy screaming
commands. I zeroed in on his head.

"Bernie you are going to have call my shots. I haven't zeroed the rifle."

"Okay JW."

"You see that guy that's waving his arms and shouting?"

"Got him JW, range says 320 yards."

I dialed in 300 yards.

"Okay, I'm going for a head shot."

Both boys jumped when the rifle went off. I didn't need Bernie to see where
the round went. It hit him just under the chin and almost tore his head
off. Bernie turned away and threw up.

I didn't even wait, I zeroed on one of the guys pushing the kids
ahead. Bang! He was down. The other two were both running for the
bridge. One went down with a bullet between his shoulder blades, the other
another head shot from behind. All the kids had dropped to the ground. I
fired two more rounds at guys I could see on the bridge. Then I hit the
detonator. The crump of the explosive going off was real muted. Then in
slow motion the bridge collapsed in the middle. Both ends dropped into the
river.

"WOW!" Steve said.

"Okay! Lets go. Round up all the kids. Come on lets move."

Twenty six teenage boys were laying on the ground. They got even more
scared as Bernie and Steve rounded them up into a group.

I checked the Three Proctors I had shot. Mostly for identification or other
items. I grabbed all three rifles they carried and then helped Bernie and
Steve.

"Listen up boys. Cooperate and everything is going to be fine." Most were
now crying, figuring we were going to hurt them worse than the proctors.

We moved them out of site of the wrecked bridge. There were just too many
to take back to my camp. The only other place was big Joes.

"Bernie, start moving to Big Joes."

Getting the boys to Big Joes was a bitch, but getting them into big cellar
was easy. Weather Big Joe had a sixth sense or something he showed up
almost as soon as we were inside.

"You really know how to stir up a hornets nest JW."

"Well I told you those pricks were going to pay. Maybe now they will stop
using kids for shields."

"You mean what's left of them. Jim called, almost 200 proctors were on that
bridge when it went down. EMS and Fire Rescue are there now, but he figures
most will be dead before they can even get to them."

"Well you guys wanted action. You got it now. Too bad there weren't more of
them."

"You can be sure of one thing. The Governor is going to have no choice
now. He is going to be sending troops."

"More National Guard pussies. He puts them in Proctor uniforms and their
dead men walking."

"Jesus JW. You can't take on an Army yourself. You said so. I think you
should pack up and we'll move you to Oregon."

"I'm not finished here yet Big Joe."  Joes phone rang and he stepped away
from me. He was on the phone for a while. I saw Bernie and Steve talking to
the young teens. Most had stopped crying and were waiting now, for what? I
thought.

Joe came back over to me.

"Okay we got a van coming for the kids. We will get them all out today. I
think you should get those other guys out too. There going to be coming at
you from all sides now. No use getting any of them killed in your private
war."

Joe sounded really pissed.

"Don't give me any of that sanctimonious bullshit now Joe. You wanted to
happen exactly what happened. You can't make an omelet without breaking
eggs. You can't fight a war without anybody getting hurt. What the fuck did
you think I was going to do, slap them on the wrist for raping teen boys
and girls. That cocksucker in Sacramento has given the Proctors a license
to abuse teenagers. He's going to pay for that in blood of his fucking Army
of the Lord. But first I'm going to take out that Bishop asshole and anyone
else near him. I'll ask my guys if they want out, but don't expect too many
of them to go. This is their home too."

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry JW. I guess it really is a civil war."

Very soon after that, a big tractor trailer rig pulled in and back into the
cellar. Eight pallets of apples were unloaded. In the front part of the
trailer it had been rebuilt into a comfortable room, with bunk beds, chairs
couches, even a TV and radio. It took sometime to convince all the boys
that it was best for them to leave. They were told their parents would be
informed. After all the boys and a supervisor were on board the pallets
were reloaded. It looked like a full load of apples, when they were
done. The doors were closed and a seal put on the door. Big Joe had a bill
of lading for the truck. The apples were going to Portland Oregon. Almost a
thousand miles to the north. The truck pulled out.

"Damn Joe, that's some kind of rig. Where will the boys be going?"

"We have a refugee camp set up inside Oregon. Most will be there."

"You know some of those kids don't have fathers anymore. Some of their
fathers were in the Proctors. They were probably killed on that bridge."

"I'm sorry to hear that, but I can't change it. They made their own choices
Joe."

I called Bernie and Steve over.

"Look guys things are going to get real hot around here shortly. I think
you both should leave. Joe can get you both out along with any of the
others that want to go."  "Are you staying JW?" Bernie asked.

"Yeah, I got to finish what I started. Don't worry I'll be okay. I was
trained for this type of war. I just don't want either of you to get hurt."

"If your staying, were staying too." Steve said.

I looked at Joe. He just shook his head in resignation.

"Okay guys we need to get back to camp."

Two hours later I asked the rest if they wanted out. All decided that if I
stayed they would too.

"Okay, first thing. We are going to move out of this part of the
valley. The Proctors know we are here and are going to coming from all
directions next time. But we will leave them some presents." Joe had sent
along a fifty pound keg of nails.

I figured we had at least three or four days before they got their shit
together to attack in force. Maybe longer. Depended on how long it took the
Governor to get troops here.

I started them on making claymores. While they worked I modified their
rifles so that they could not fire on full auto. Three round burst only. We
didn't have a shit load of ammo to waste. I took them out in pairs and
showed them how to aim and fire. We didn't fire any rounds, but all grasped
on pretty quick. They were only going to be supporting me. I was going to
be doing the most with the sniper rifle from long range. After firing ten
rounds this morning I knew the rifle was pretty well zeroed. That Gunny had
probably zeroed it before he packed it.

Then I sat down with a map of the River Valley. Where to go now?  I called
Bernie and Steve over and asked them if they knew of any caves or other
places on the other side of the river where we could hole up. Steve said
their were several, but the best one was almost directly down stream from
the wrecked foot bridge. I thought about that. I just wondered how many
others knew about those caves. Steve figured probably only kids. The adults
never liked to go along the bank close to downtown. They all preferred the
park on this side. Okay we would move to the cave on the other side.

We made sure we packed everything that first day. I set up a claymore on
the two likely approaches to our camp. Everyone slept with their rifle and
packs close by. Depending on how much time we had I would start to rig our
camp and set up claymores on the paths over the next few days.

Everyone dead tired hit the sack almost at sundown.


TBC