By Fyrbyrd
Note: You will recognise some of the story as being from Mr Natural, which did give birth to this, and took off outside the fantasy realm I had created. So please I hope this will not bother anyone.
Acknowledgments: I decided to write it for Patt, because I disappointed her with the fantasy story.
Warning: The big warning here is that it is NOT finished, okay. There's a lot to go before I get it to where I want it to go.
Jimbabes, yes this part is essentially a Blair story, but you know I wouldn't leave him there forever! Jim will be along later and only makes small appearances here. So please Don't panic, this is Not finsihed
I COULD USE A MAN LIKE YOU
By Fyrbyrd
Blair had tried to tell them that he wasn't a cop, but still they dragged him into the helicopter and took off. Kincaid either didn't believe him or didn' care. He was being taken to Camp Liberty and there seemed no way to escape.
He was supposed to be starting as Jim's ridealong. To study his holy grail in the shape of a police detective. A very handsome police detective at that. But now he was in the hands of an insane terrorist, who one minute was prepared to kill him, the next minute he was making sure he was coming with him. He only hoped said detective would be able to find him and rescue him.
*
The Huey headed out into the countryside, somewhere deep in the forests was Camp Liberty. The cops had never learned exactly where it was, and now Blair was going there. If Jim didn't come looking for him, he was sure he would not be leaving the place alive.
Kincaid was sitting beside him, staring at him with the cold predatory eyes, he never said a word. He didn't really need a hostage now, they had successfully escaped, but still Kincaid wanted him for something...
The chopper finally came into land inside a fenced off compound. It had taken a few hours to get there and Blair was cold. His adrenalin rush had long since passed, and though he was scared shitless, he knew there really was nothing he could do about it.
Kincaid leapt out of the chopper only to learn that his men had been captured at the station. Alton and Morrison may have been freed but now many others had been captured. He took Alton aside as he and Morrison led Blair from the chopper.
"Take him to my quarters, he is a hostage and he is not leaving my sight. Anybody, and I mean anybody that touches him will answer to me."
"Yes sir," answered Alton as he rejoined Morrison. They led Blair away while Kincaid met with his men to figure out what to do.
*
Kincaid's quarters were spartan, but there was a double bed in the room, a wardrobe and dresser, desk and chair and an old style woodheater. Only writing material was on the table, no computer. Kincaid obviously left that to other people. The heater was going, and Blair was very glad of that, he was cold, and where ever he was, was cold too.
He sat down on the bed as close to the heater as he could get. His hands were still tied in front of him and he wondered how long they would remain that way and what possible plans Kincaid could have for him now.
Kincaid entered a few minutes later. He shut and locked the door behind him. "Get up," he said approaching Blair with a knife.
Blair froze his eyes only on the knife approaching him.
"I said get up," snapped Kincaid as he reached for Blair arms and pulled him to his feet, then cut the ties that bound his arms. "Now strip, and I mean everything. Keeping you naked will keep you in one place. It's too damn cold to be running around this place without clothes. So strip, now."
Blair was rubbing his wrists when Kincaid started to talk. He at first could not believe what he had heard, but could see that it was in deed a good way to keep him from trying to escape. Very slowly he began to do as he was ordered, after all the man was carrying a knife.
Kincaid had gone to the wardrobe and taken off his coat placing it on a hanger. He then locked the closet and turned to check on his prisoner. "Come on now, Mr Natural. I would have thought a guy like you wouldn't mind getting naked."
Blair just stared at the man, "I am not a cop."
"So you've said. What else would you be to be with Ellison, unless of course, you're his piece of ass?"
Blair stopped undressing.
"You think that makes a difference to me? I learned a long time ago that women are not to be trusted. There are no women at Camp Liberty, never has been, never will be. So I guess your sorry ass is worth a bit to me."
Blair gulped when he realised what Kincaid was implying.
"I told you I could use a man like you. And I sure intend on using you, so get those clothes off, you ain't going to be needin' them ever again. And I can assure you, the cops ain't ever going to find us here."
Blair froze. Kincaid wanted to fuck him! And he was pretty sure that if he didn't cooperate, he would be made to.
"Come on, boy. Quit stalling, or we'll go out to the compound and the rest of the militia can watch what I do with you."
Blair could see that the man meant it. He was down to his jeans which he quickly disposed of along with his boots and socks. That left him in t-shirt and boxers.
"All of it," ordered Kincaid.
Blair pulled the t-shirt over his head and dropped it. He saw Kincaid eyes take in his naked chest with the nipple ring in. Hestitantly he slipped his finger into the the waistband of his boxers, and very slowly, pulled the plaid cloth down. Kincaid's eyes watched hungrily like a wolf waiting for a feast. They slipped to the floor and he stepped out of them.
"Mmm, hmm. Mr Natural, I really like what I see," said Kincaid as he began to strip himself, starting with his jeans after kicking iff his boots. Only his boxers went down with the long pants, revealing his straining erection. "Get over to the bed, don't want you catching cold. I'll soon have you all warmed up."
Shivering, Blair did as he was told, he knew from experience that Garrett Kincaid did what he wanted, whatever the consequences.
The bed kinked and the man slid in and much to Blair's surprise was soon all over him with mouth and hands. First there was a tongue down his throat, it pulled back out and attacked his neck then his nipples. He just lay there with his eyes glazed. Hands were fondling his cock and balls and the nipple that was not under teeth.
"Oh God," moaned Blair at the onslaught.
"Thank you," came the reply and Blair wasn't sure whether it was from what he was feeling or if Kincaid thought he was talking about him?
The hand moved from his cock and balls and moved towards his anus, circling, teasing.
He raised his hips and legs allowing further access, the lips never left his nipples, moving from one to the other. The teasing hand fumbled away seeking something, finidng it, fumbled some more before returning, slick and demanding entrance of at least one finger.
The finger soon got in and Blair was moaning some more.
`No, no, I'm not supposed to like this,' he thought as his legs moved to give the man better access.
Kincaid moved slowly between his legs as his finger was joined by another and they moved around inside Blair. And he wanted more.
"Oh, Oh, yeah," he moaned, `No, no this can't be happening.'
The invading fingers became a trio and they were moving in and out of him and his hips were following the movement, wanting more, needing more.
The fingers left him and he cried out with their loss. Only moments later he felt the blunt end of Kincaid's cock push at his entrance. He raised up, legs on his chest, and helped to pull it in, and then the man was moving in, out, in out.
`Oh god this is good,' thought Blair, then another part of his mind answered, `No it's not good, can't be good.'
`Oh god this is great,' he moaned as Kincaid hit his prostate for the first time, `No, not great can't be great.'
"Oh man, do me do me good," he cried out aloud encouraging the man. `No don't touch me,' came a fainter cry in his mind.
"Fuck me, fuck me!"
`No, no, no, no.'
"Yes, yes, yes."
Kincaid was pounding faster. `YES YES YES!' Blair was squeezing the man in rhythm with his thrusts, "Oh god goooood."
And with a cry, he came.
Kincaid continued to pound into him, obviously driven by the young man's enjoyment of him. But it was not long before he too came deep inside his prisoner. He rested a moment before pulling out and collapsing onto thebed.
Blair lowered his legs and felt a trickle of cum leak from his hole. It was the first time he'd been taken bareback, and he had a feeling it was not going to be the last. He pulled the blankets up over himself and Kincaid as the other dozed off in post orgasmic haze.
But Blair lay there on his back wondering how the hell he had just enjoyed having sex with a terrorist, who had shot up a police station killing a lot of people, and led a militia who were equally prepared to kill anyone opposed to them. Like he was.
How could he be so turned on by this cruel son of a bitch? Especially seeing as all his latest fantasies were centered around one gorgeous piece of manflesh named Jim Ellison.
God, he hoped Jim was looking for him. And even more, hoped he would not try to use his senses to do it.
*
Blair awoke to find his body covered by an arm and a leg as he lay on his side. And right against the crack of his backside, was something hard. Because he moved, it awoke his human blanket as well.
"Mmmm Mr Natural, I was right about you. You are a natural. So responsive, I like that. People must respond to me here," said Kincaid rubbing a hand up and down Blair's arm. "A perfect little fuck buddy you are for me. I told you I could use a man like you and God help me, use you I will."
He pushed Blair onto his stomach and started fingering Blair's anus and pushing his legs further apart at the same time. Then he wasted no time in entering him and pumping furiously as his lust demanded. Blair could only grab at the streets and hold on. Used indeed.
Kincaid came and withdrew taking only a few minutes to recover, got out of the bed and dressed quickly.
"I'll have breakfast sent to you," he said as he hurried from the room.
Blair had not moved. While he had enjoyed his first coupling with the man, the second had been too rushed and definitely one sided. There had been very little pleasure on his part. In fact he hadn't even cum. And he felt sore, Kincaid had only used spit to ease his passage.
Blair pulled the blankets back over himself. Was this the way life was going to be from now on? Fuck buddy to a terrorist? Confined to his bed with no clothes?
"Oh God, Jim, please come find me," he prayed and curled into himself.
*
Blair soon learned it was even worse than he thought. If he needed to relieve himself, he had to leave Kincaid's room and cross into a hall. Then the door always locked, he had to ask permission from the guards outside the door and then have them walk him tp the toilet in his naked state, no robes allowed or available. And the guards were not always the same men.
Then at the toilet he was not allowed to close the stall door, just in case he found something he could use to escape. No amount of talking could get them to do otherwise. It was just another thing he had to endure. And it was humiliating.
*
"Damnit," shouted Jim as he watched the helicopter disappear from the roof of Cascade P.D.
"There wasn't much you could do, Jim. Even if you'd grabbed hold of the skid, you couldn't have held on for too long, and you know it," said Simon coming up beside him.
"I'd have thought of something," relpied Jim, "And they took Sandburg. What will happen when he finds out he's not a cop or that he doesn't need a hostage?"
"We'll find him, Jim," answered Simon.
"How? No one has been able to locate Kincaid's camp. Anyone that even got close was killed long before they could reveal it. The kid's dead meat. I should never have let him talk me into it."
"He's your cousin, isn't he?"
"Well, ah, no Simon, he isn't. I only met him a few days ago. He said he could help me with my... problem and he sort of has, but now I've lost him."
Simon was looking at him with a confused look on his face.
Jim rubbed a hand over his hair, "It doesn't matter, what really matters is that Kincaid has Sandburg and the kid's life may be at stake if we don't find them."
"Okay Jim, but how are you going to do it?" questioned Simon.
"Right now, I Don't know, but I'll figure something out."
They moved inside as Carolyn came to check on them.
*
The door opened as Blair sat on the bed pondering his future.
Kincaid entered and he didn't look happy, They got the whole squad this time and they're all up on murder and conspiracy charges, for killing a few enemy soldiers!" Even as he spoke Kincaid was stripping off his clothes.
Blair had unconsciously gotten to his feet and moved away as Kincaid came closer.
Then man sat on the bed to take off his boots, socks and rose to remove his pants. "What the hell are you doing?" he said to Blair seeing him sliding away from the bed.
Blair's mouth was opening and closing but nothing was coming out.
"In the bed, I told you what I want from you. Your ass belongs to me, otherwise you are not worth keeping. So get in this bed or I'll take you out and shoot you now."
Blair could see the man meant it, and when he turned he could see the erection bobbing between the man's legs. He couldn't move.
"I said get your sorry ass into my bed now and you will live to see another day," continued Kincaid with his hands on his hips.
Blair moved to the bed, there was no where else to go.
"Hands and knees," ordered Kincaid.
Blair obeyed as the terrorist climbed onto the bed beside him, reaching under the pillow for the lube he had used the night before.
He made quick work of preparing Blair, pushing his fingers inside the trembling body, before moving behind to enter him.
Blair's arms collapsed at the elbows as he pushed back on the cock impaling him. Once again he found he could not stop himself from enjoying the sensation of the man fucking him. How the hell could he react like this? Wanting more, encouraging him to fuck harder, squeezing down on him.
Kincaid's hand slid from his hip to his own cock, fisting it in rhythm with his thrusts.
"Oh yeah," cried Kincaid, "Good little bitch."
Blair moaned when Kincaid hit his prostate ove and over, wanting to cry out his pleasure, but holding it in.
Then Kincaid groaned as he came, the bed shifting with his hard thrusts.
Blar could not help the cry that came from him as he came on Kincaid's hand.
Kincaid collapsed against his back, but did not immediatley withdraw. He was panting from the exersions, as was Blair. Only when his cock softened and slipped from Blair did he move, falling onto his back beside Blair. He clumsily slapped Blair's still upturned backside. "You are one good fuck, you know that, Mr Natural?"
Blair slid down onto his stomach.
"I knew it the first time I saw you. Knew it would be a big shame to have to execute such a nice ass like yours." He slapped Blair's ass again, "Real glad I took you with us, real glad."
Kincaid drifted off to sleep as Blair curled under the blankets.
Again his mind kept screaming at him, accssingly. `Why are you enjoying this? Whay aren't you fighting him off? He's fucking you, and you like it. And you want more!' But then Blair remembered Kincaid's eyes. When the man had had enough of him he was pretty sure that he would kill him. No worse than swatting a fly. And he, Blair, did not want to die. Yes, he'd stay in this man's bed, until he got a chance to get away clean.
*
The next morning Blair discovered that Kincaid had a chamber pot under the bed, when Kincaid used it. The man stood beside the bed naked, holding his cock while peeing into the pot, his eyes staring at Blair with pure lust.
"Get up," he said as he shook the last droplets off himself.
Momentarily Blair did not want to move, but it could go either of two ways. Kincaid would make him or Kincaid would kill him.
He slowly got out of bed as Kincaid pushed the pot back under the bed. He grabbed hold of Blair's arm and pulled him over to the desk, Kicking the chair out of the way, he pushed Blair backwards onto the desk, until Blair was laying on it.
Somehow the man had grabbed the lube from the bed and was rubbing it over his cock. As he continued to arrange Blair to his liking. Parting his legs and raising them over his shoulders as he lined his erection up to Blair's anus. Like the previous morning apart from the lube, he did not prepare Blair, just pushed his way in.
Blair tried to relax as much as he could as the thick cock barged inside him. He grabbed the sides of the desk as Kincaid began to pound into him, hands on his hips to hold him in place. Blair moaned continuously until he felt himself about to come. Kincaid came with him and just stood there looking down at him.
"You like cock, don't you boy. Huh, don't you?"
Blair couldn't answer, didn't want to answer.
"Yeah, you do. Regular pansy boy. You'd give it to anyone. You a cocksucker too, huh? Well you'd better be, or you're gonna haveta learn real quick how to do it," Kincaid pulled out of him and moved back to the bed, pulling on his clothes. "I'll be sending for you later, better be ready, boy."
Blair slid off the desk and moved for the chamber pot, emptying his bladder into it.
*
After breakfast had been brought into him, he had lain on the bed trying not to think about what Kincaid had planned for him. It scared him into searching his memories of the act the terrorist had talked about.
He had not done it before, but he had watched it done. He walked in on a college roommate once with his girlfriend. He had actually stood there too dumbfounded to stop watching. And it seemed interesting to watch anyway. The way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Licking the head of his cock, before engulfing him up and down until he came, dripping from her mouth. Then he's been shouted at and ran.
In his own sexual experiences, he would have liked to have been sucked himself, but only hands had ever handled his cock before, male and female. No male partners had ever forced him to suck them, though a few had wanted it. And he'd only wanted to try one for himself lately.
So if Kincaid wanted him to do it, could he? And what would happen if he refused?
The door opened, "Come on you, the boss wants you."
Blair looked fearfully at the man, not because he was particularly scared of him, no, he was scared of being forced to walk naked to where ever Kincaid was.
He got off the bed and wanted desperately to grab a blanket to hide within.
"Move it, boss wants you now!" ordered the guard.
Outside there were two others, armed. Blair moved towards them. They stood beside and behind him, leading him from the building, into freezing cold weather before entering another building beside the first. Blair was aware of eyes watching him, but kept his own down as he concentrated on his feet and how long he'd be in the cold. He hated the cold.
Finally he was led to a room where his guards knocked.
"Enter," he heard Kincaid relpy before they opened the door and pushed him in alone.
The first thing Blair noticed was the heat. It was nice and warm. The second thing was Kincaid leaning against a mantle with his arms crossed.
"What do you think?" he said.
The third thing Blair noticed was the other occupant.
"Man, and you fuck this?" the tall blonde man said.
"Mmmm, he's a natural. That's what I call him." "If I ever called a guy beautiful, this would be it. Damn it, Kincaid, how do you get all the luck?"
Kincaid shrugged.
"Can I fuck him?"
"Only his mouth, his ass belongs to me now and I'm not in the mood to share... yet."
The other man was overweight, had a definite verandah above his toystore. He eagerly reached down and opened his fly, letting his overstuffed jeans fall to his knees like an uninflated balloon with his large boxers, and just as eagerly fisted his cock to full erection in a matter of moments.
Blair looked at Kincaid, he did not want to do this.
Kincaid moved over to him, grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him over to the man. Forcing Blair onto his knees in front of the man, "Do it bitch. Pleasure him, or I'll beat the shit out of you."
Blair stayed on his knees, he wanted to fight Kincaid's fierce hold, but he knew he'd be beaten or worse and still there was nowhere to go. No hlep for him.
He leaned forward and let the cock into his mouth. Kincaid eased the pressure, but he didn't immediately let go, He seemed to enjoy watching what was happening, encouraging his friend to fuck Blair's mouth. Blair gagged, but Kincaid held him there until the other man came and shot down his throat.
Only then did Kincaid release him. Blair fell on his side gasping air, spitting out what he could of the semen in his mouth.
"He'll improve with practice," said Kincaid as his friend pulled up his pants. "I think it was his first try at that."
"I reckon a virgin mouth ain't nearly as good as a virgin ass."
"No, you're right there. Want a drink. You can watch me fuck him if you want."
"Sure, I'd enjoy that."
Kincaid dragged Blair up from the floor and pushed him over a sofa, he held Blair bent over the back of the sofa , pushed a tude of lube into his ass. Squeezed, then coated himself before plunging in.
Blair groaned with the force as Kincaid's hand locked around the back of his neck holding him in place as he thrust in and out of him. Blair's arms pushed into the seat of the sofa, barely holding him up as he tried to protect his stomach from the hard top of the sofa. His legs were splayed and planted awkwardly. This time he was not enjoying the sex, and hot just because of the audience. Kincaid was pushing it, taking him unprepared in an awkward position, hard and
unrelenting.
In the background the other man was sloshing down a can of beer, and groaning to himself, obviously enjoying the show.
Finally Kincaid came and withdrew quickly, not caring that Blair slid to the floor and curled on his side. He merely zipped himself up again grabbed another of the beer cans and slurped it down.
"Damn I like that ass," he said, before taking a few more gulps.
"I'll do another bomb for free if you let me take him," said the other.
"Much as I'd like that, he's mine and I'm not sharing today."
No more was said on the subject, but Blair heard them talking from his position on the floor, they didn't seem to care that he would hear it all. And that frightened him. Particularly as it was all about bombs. The other man was a bomb maker and he was sealing a contract to make five bombs for the Sunrise Patriots. Big building destroying type bombs
"I heard the cops tried to grill your men over the whereabouts of this place."
Blair listened as the stranger brought the subject up.
"They can try, Ellison just wants his little playmate back. He's mine now, so Ellison had better forget about that. He won't get anything anyway, he's too scared of getting kicked off the force if he goes over their precious lines. It must grate on him that he can't force it out of them. Don't worry he won't find us that way and my little bitch ain't ever leaving this camp alive again."
"I still would have loved to fuck him, but I see you is set on that, so I'll leave it. I'd best be going, don't want to get snowed in, it's coming down harder already."
"My men will see you to the gate. I'll see you in two weeks with those bombs?"
"Assuredly."
"Good."
The door opened and closed and Blair still lay where he was.
He heard Kincaid move to a seat and as he sat heard the man pull down his fly. From the light sounds he could figure that Kincaid was fisting his cock.
"Get over here, Mr Natural, I've got something for you."
Knowing he'd only he hurt if he didn't crawled over to the seat beside the fireplace that Kincaid had sunk into. The man's cock was fully upright and leaking.
"Suck it, and make it good, you need the practice."
He crawled between Kincaid's legs, the warmth from the fire felt good against his skin, closing his eyes he remembered what the girl did and copied her actions. And soon had Kincaid's hand rubbing through his hair as he moaned at Blair gentle actions. He even thrust gently upward to get more of himself inside the young man's incredible mouth, then he came with a strangled sigh.
He petted the head under his hands as his cock slipped from his mouth, "Mmmm, more practice will be needed, I think I'll have to bring you in here to keep my cock warm all day too. Rest. Bitch, there on the mat, you're gonna need it."
Blair lay down on the mat miserable. He felt like a sex slave, hell he was a sex slave! Was there no way out of this.
Part 2
Jim ran his hands hard through his hair in frustration. He hated all this waiting. Hated that he had been forced to wait. The Feds had got in on the action, because a; Kincaid was a terrorist, b; Blair had been kidnapped. And they did not want Jim or Simon involved.
Jim had only known the kid for a very short time, but he had been convinced the young man could help him. Of course, the fact that he was cute too added to his liking. He knew he could use that very active mouth for something else entirely.
But Kincaid had taken him and Joel had mentioned that Kincaid had very quickly changed from executioner, to glad he had a hostage. Darryl would have been a far more valuable hostage, whether Kincaid believed Blair was a cop or not.
Jim had wanted in on the questioning of Kincaid's captured men, but the Feds had taken that opportunity away. But still they had gotten no where in their interrogations. The men would not give away the location of Camp Liberty. And there had been no way to track the escaping helicopter when it flew below the radar.
While the Feds did keep them up to date in the case, nothing was really happening. And when the one month mark came with no breakthrough, Jim had had it. Blair was his responsibility. He had brought him to the station and he was the reason Kincaid had taken the young man.
He took a different approach to the Feds. Instead of concentrating on the captured men, Jim went to the prison where the two prisoners had been released from. What he learned from them gave him reason to want to get on with finding Blair. Because he learned that Kincaid and his people despised homosexuality, they thought nothing of having sex with men. Their reasoning being, how could they be gay when they had sex for sex and not for love. There were no women allowed in
Kincaid's militia, they belonged in the kitchen as far as he was concerned. Of course that didn't include Camp Liberty's kitchens. Kincaid was a psycho and he had Blair and Jim was soon beginning to believe that Kincaid took Blair, not as a hostage, but as something else.
Hence his frustration. He needed to get out there to start searching for Camp Liberty. He needed to get away without anyone getting suspicions of his actions particularly the Feds and Simon.
Then fate dealt him the hand he wanted in the form of a bomb. Kincaid's Sunrise Patriots bombed the building the Feds were using as the headquarters in Cascade. It not being a true Federal buidling meant it did not have high security, but to Kincaid it was a military target. Lots of people had been killed because he had given no warnings, for it was war. The only warning he gave after it was, that he had more bombs that he would set off if his people were no released. The Feds refused. Another bomb went off at a major hotel killing many civilians and a visiting senator, their main target.
Again the Feds refused. A third bomb took out a major power station killing only two, but leaving the city without power. With emergancy services pushed to the limit, the Feds were forced to turn their prisoners over to the sate who began processing them for release.
The prisoners were given a bus which they oversaw a complete scan for tracking devices, before boarding it and leaving. Jim got the quietest car he could find and hire it to follow the bus using his senses, both sight and sound to guide him, he kept behind them until he noticed a few cars also checking out the bus. He didn't know if they were Feds or Kincaid's men but they had forced him to stop. From then on he had to use maps as he had lost the bus. Now he had only his senses to help him find it.
He could search during the day and he was well outside Cascade by then, but he chose instead to do it at night. No one knew what he was doing and with the chaos in Cascade, no one had yet checked on him. He had the feeling however, that the Feds would be furious at his disapperance once it was known, and he didn't give a stuff about it. He was out to find Blair first, the terrorists getting caught could come second.
Finiding a hotel, Jim slept during the day. He had hired the car with cash and a fake ID and another fake ID to get the hotel room. And despite what he was doing, he slept because he would need it for what he had to do and because he needed it. Using his senses and trying not to zone out had exhausted him.
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The only really good thing was, that the rain had held off and there had been no fresh snow. The only problem Jim had was with the wind, but it's good side was that it carried sound. That was the only way he kept going for the next night. He eliminated two paths and followed a third tracing the bus's tire tracks to a gas station. He didn't need to go in himself, he just followed the road stopping for fas himself at the next station, which was quite some distance away.
From there he realised he would soon come to a fork in the road. One going on into Canada, which was very unlikely due to the fact that it was also too visible and the other was heading into the mountains, 4 x 4 country.
It was near dawn. Jim followed the major road past the fork until he hit a major town. There he left the car and hired a 4 x 4 and doubled back to the fork. Not twenty miles from the fork he found more roads going off in different directions, but as they were not fully surfaced roads, the bus tracks remained visible to him and his heightened vision, even with the snow just beginning to fall. Five miles later he found the bus abandoned. He didn't approach it and drove off away from the direction his senses had told him to follow. Another sense told him that he couldn't follow, not yet. So he backed off and headed to a town to rest and figure out just how to get closer to Camp Liberty.
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In all the time Blair had been missing, Jim had not been shaving or cutting his hair. He went back to one of the major towns he had passed and went to a hairdressers. No one would have looked at him and recognized Jim Ellison, because when he left he had spiked blonde hair and a blonde beard to match. And he had enough supplies to last him for awhile as a blonde. He then headed straight back to the small town he had found, acting like a man who didn't want to be seen and to be left alone. If course that made the residents curious and if they reported new arrivals to the town to the camp, then he might not be as suspicious to them.
So after the initial curiosity did die down and he was left alone, he sued the nights to get out and find the camp. And as he suspected, it did not take him long. He found the huge perimeter fence only a few miles away. It was also patrolled by dogs.
Jim made a point of letting the dogs scent him, he as too fat from them to make them bark at an intruder, but he was letting them get used to his scent. This took time, but it would be the only way to get in without arounsing suspicion.
Full snow had set in at this time and apart from two days of intense activity he learned later was an exercise against the Feds finding the camp, all was quiet.
Jim also learned that the location of the camp was registered as a religious retreat, thankful that he had thought to bring Blair's laptop with him, and all checks there in the past by the authorities had been passed. They had seen a religious retreat, not a terrorist camp. Jim knew the Feds would believe him if he let them know, but he was not about to do that until he had Blair out of there.
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With the dogs used to him, Jim got through the fence. When they sniffed his scent they dismissed it as familiar and let it go. Now all he had to do was find out where Blair was being kept. He had matched his gear to that of the militia, just in case he was seen, so he could blend in. The snow helped get him in and amongst the barracks. He found a barracks and proceeded to foul up the chimney from the heating unit, then he waited for things to happen.
He didn't have that long to wait. People came pouring out of the barracks, one of there number went for help, came back with another who inspected the damaged unit. He put it down to the weather and that he could not fix it then, they'd all have to be moved to another barracks. And once all the arrangements were made, Jim joined the men being moved without being noticed. He remained unnoticed as the men were shifted into another barracks where there were more men. Knowing that the new barracks might think he was one of the new people and the others might be fooled into thinking he was from the old one.
No one seemed to notice him and that was fine with him as he did what the others did when they did it, he learned a bit more about the place. Apparently he had picked on the new recruits barracks in any case and that helped him slip in so easily.
The next day one of Kincaid's officers came to the barracks. Each man stood beside their bunks and soon their names were being taken. When they got to him, Jim wasn't sure if they knew who they had or not, but decided to go with the flow anyway.
"Name."
"Jameson, Ellis."
"Qualifications?"
"Marksman."
The man taking notes moved on down the line without giving Jim a second look. When he was finished he moved to the center and addressed them all.
"You will be assigned new barracks in accordance with your qualifications this afternoon, be ready to move then."
They all relaxed after the man left, talking amongst themselves or resting. Jim was very glad there were no other marksmen there. He'd be away from them all and hopefully forgotten by them too.
True to his word the man returned and began escorting them away. Jim was in the first batch and soon found himself in the marksmen barracks. He did not recognise any of the men there and was glad that none gave him a second glance.
The snow was falling heavier so most of the training was conducted in barracks, and that consisted mainly of keeping fit. The "range" was underground and that was where Jim and his group went to at least once a day. And when he could Jim hyped up his hearing a few notches
to search for Blair, but couldn't pick his voice up anywhere. Still he did get a bit of gossip that way and one piece of gossip mentioned Kincaid's naked boyslave. You could cathc a glimpse of him between Kincaid's quarters and his main offices.
Part of his training was learning the layout of the camp, so Jim knew where the two places were, getting there however, was the problem. Even slipping out at night wasn't easy. The heavy snow was keeping everyone in, if he tried to sneak out it would be noticed. Once again he was forced to wait, only this time he was a lot closer to his objective.
Then as he lay awake at night Jim's mind shifted, instead of concentrating on Blair, perhaps he could concentrate on Kincaid instead. He knew the man's voice.
So once more he tried his senses, sending out his hearing to find Kincaid. In the snow it could be so quiet and Jim did not have much to do in finding Kincaid.
"Very well, I'm heading to my quarters. As usual I do not want to be disturbed by any petty concerns, take it to someone else. I have better things to do," Kincaid was saying.
"Yes sir," came the answer.
Jim followed the sound of Kincaid going back to his quarters. Sensing that everyone in his barracks was asleep, he decided to take the chance and got up. Grabbing snow clothes, he hurried out as quickly as he could.
It did not take him long to reach the Admin quarters where he knew Kincaid lived. He had two main buildings, one of which was classified off limits. Jim zeroed in on that one and upped his hearing just a little. He found Kincaid.
"I hope you've learned your lesson boy. Wandering off like you did was stupid. A stolen snow poncho would not have kept you alive. And you know it's safer here with me."
There was a moan.
"Yes, much safer with me."
Jim heard some sliding around as on a bed, then a groan and soon there was a gentle slap, slap, slap of flesh against flesh.
Jim took the risk of moving to the small window with light coming out of it, the dull light of firelight, but it would not bother his eyes. Through the gap in the curtain, he saw Kincaid, completely naked on his bed on his knees. There was a pair of feet over his shoulders and Jim could see the rhythmic bunch and release of his buttocks. He was having sex and by the tenor of the groans. With a man.
With Blair.
Jim was mesmerised by the sight, which was giving him a very odd sensation. Only this sensation was not making him zone, in fact it was a reaction of his body, not his senses. He was getting hard.
Shit.
At first he wanted to pull away, how could that bastard turn him on! Or was it the fact that he was fucking Blair.
Kincaid was moving faster; his groans mixed with his bed partner's. They were both enjoying the activity. Then Kincaid cried out with his climax and finally relaxed as he pulled out and collapsed onto the bed. His partner didn't move from lying on his back, merely straightened his legs. And revealed himself to Jim, who felt his own cock twitch. God, he looked so good all naked and sated.
Suddenly Jim sensed someone approaching and leapt from the window and flattened out in the snow. One man on patrol, but the chuff, chuff, chuff of his snowshoes passed on by.
Jim hurried back to his quarter's unseen and did not disturb his fellow bunkmates. But as he lay back down on his own narrow bed, he could not stop the images from repeating themselves, nor the return of his hard on which begged for attention. Jim had heard his bunkmates jerk away, some of them nightly, but he was not about to join in. In his state he'd probably call out and the name he'd call out would more than likely get him killed. He was still a cop in enemy territory.
Which forcefully reminded him of why he was here. How to get Sandburg out of this? He was in Kincaid's bed. Kept naked at all times, though he had wandered off at least once. Why? How could he escape this place on his own under the circumstances. It would be impossible.
Impossible.
The word roiled in Jim's brain. How the hell was he going to get both of them out of this? Jim fell asleep pondering the impossible and went on to dream of the scene he had witnessed. Only he as in Kincaid's place.
END PART 2