THE GREAT STORM NEARS

At The Fortress of Thunder, Matthew roared as Luke shot semen canon balls up both nostrils of his trunk, almost simultaneously, and he shot semen all around the room, occasionally hitting Luke's face, but of course when it missed Luke's face, it all dissolved before staining the walls. "THe time draws near, Luke" said Matt, and Luke nodded. "Indeed it does, Matt. Let The Thunder Roll as the next fight begins." Both roared as they continued to shoot semen at, into and around each other, and The Thunder Clap that started in their room but emanated from there to the outside walls and then exploded from THe Fortress Of Thunder was louder than any other that there had yet been. * * * The mood was tense that year at The Texas Republican State Convention. "Do not push this item forward," pleaded dozens of gay members and their supporters. "We can not help being who and what God made us to be. Besides, you know the rumors. . ." "Rumors, nothing more," said Patricia Daniels. "And HOW DARE you suggest that God would make something as corrupt and vile as you. Now, if you are finished with your whining, I will call the roll on this matter, and we shall see." "The Trenton county delegation votes aye," their representative said. "THe Travis county delegation votes nay. . ." And so it went, as predicted. The delegations from districts which typically trended blue went nay, and the delegations from districts which trended red, which was the majority, went aye. "The motion is adopted," proclaimed Daniels. "The Official Texas Republican Party Platform endorses the use of Corrective, Conversion Therapy, including, but not limited to, shock therapy, food and even water deprivation, and even torture, to convert or, to use a better and more accurate term, correct queers and fags, crookeds in short, into straights, which is, by the way, what God created and intended everyone to be. Your choices must be corrected, or punished. Those that refuse to change will be shot." Even some that had voted for the measure gasped in surprise at this, but the majority did not. "Now, with other business. . ." "Wait just a minute here," said someone from the group of gays. "Even if you're going to refuse to see reason about the just being gay matter, murder is murder, PERIOD." "Maybe so," shouted Ferdinand Philipie. "But you are the ones who are devoted to murdering your own souls, not to mention the innocence of young, impressionable teenagers, particularly teenage boys. . ." That was more than one of these could take. "I'm a teenage boy, you stupid, backwards. . ." he struggled for words to express his impression, then gave up and went on. "No one influenced me into being gay, I just happen to be turned on by other teenage boys and not by teenage girls. No one influenced my penis into having erections with other boys and not with girls, it just does. . ." "Enough," said Patricia Daniels, turning off all microphones but her own. "The motion has been adopted. Accept it and be quiet, or leave." They all sat down, for while this action had turned their blood into fire, they did not want to miss any other horrible thing that was about to happen. "The next item on the agenda is to allow convicted felons, including those convicted of very violent crime, even murder, if they are legitimately released from prison, to carry firearms. Accompanying this, if anyone shoots a fag with such weapons, even fatally, there shall be no punishment at all, not even an arrest." She cast a warning glance at those who started to stand and open their mouths at this, and they sat back down and closed their mouths. "Any discussion, other than from tHe Peanut Gallery, I mean." She waited a few minutes, then went on. "Hearing none, I now call the roll. . ." Predictably, this motion carried along the same lines as the other. "The motion is adopt.. ." Just then, her mic went dead, and all the lights in the hall went out. Then came a clap of Thunder and a voice rode in on the Thunder. "You were warned." Then, Thunder erupted all around the hall, accompanied by "Boys" riding in on bolts of lightning. "I think we can just start with the show, right off the bat, don't you, Thomas?" said one of The Thunder Boys to his partner. "I think so, Philip," Thomas nodded. "They have already had fair warning, including this morning." Then he shouted. "OK, Boys, Storm Protocol Two, Right now." Before anyone there could do anything further than lay their hand on their holster,all of the Boys raised their hands and brought them down with a great thrust, and claps of Thunder hit every section of the hall, and after each clap of Thunder, the people in that section gasped as their firearms dissolved before their eyes. Nor was it limited to firearms. All weapons, even the pebble someone had picked up intending to throw at Thomas and Philip, did the same. "Any further. . . discussion?" said a different Thunder Boy. He looked around, his slightly wider than his face nostrils inhaling sharply, as if to sniff out any further trouble. "Hearing none, both of these motions are abolished, and I would strongly recommend against taking either of them up again. Any gay couples here who want to get on the right side of history and join our fight, we'll be outside for a few minutes. Otherwise, we'll see some of you in August, although I would suggest you not pursue these items there either, and encourage others to follow suit. Next stop, The Republican National Convention." They started to summon the THe Thunder, when one of the convention attenders called out, "You're not going to kill any of us?" "No," said Thomas. "You are more useful to our causes as witnesses to what just happened, and dead people do not make very good witnesses. But remember what happened here today. At the National Convention, if you are still endorsing these policies, we might not be in such a forgiving mood." Then, they all brought their hands down, there were claps of Thunder everywhere, and they were gone. A few moments later, so were the majority of the gay people who had been in the gallery. ** * * At The Fortress of Thunder, Matt and Luke roared as canon balls of semen erupted from both of their penises in all directions, including up Matt's trunk and Luke's enormous snout, but all over the rest of each other and everywhere else in the room as well. From the other room, they heard their younger friends, who had not been able to be cured of their wounds at the Fortress before succumbing to them and so now shared this place and this job with them, occupied in a similar manner. "I'm sorry they couldn't be saved," said Matt. "But two THUNDER GENERATORS does make those who are still alive even stronger." Luke nodded, but his only verbal communication, besides his continued roaring, was a single word. "SOON!" * * * WARRIORS OF THE STORM, THE CATACLYSM AT CONSERVATIVE CENTRAL, is not far off.

THE SHCOK-ING TRUTH

The screams from the darkened house could be heard for miles. They had started out sounding human, but now they were not even almost human, they were like the cries of a wild animal caught in a hunter's snare. * * * "Not an entirely inaccurate comparison," thought Joseph as he crouched, buck naked and chained by both hands and both feet to the floor, staring at Abraham. He knew he would pay for it, but gazing at his lover's perfect nose, eyes, cheeks, mouth and beard, he could not stop the erection from starting to form. Sure enough, five hundred volts of electricity shot into his penis and from there through his body. "That's what you get, Dog," cried Noah Hamalton. "Stop these evil urges, and this will end. Another. . ." Joseph saw the agony in Abraham's eyes, but since they had started the torture by shocking his tongue after they caught him sucking Joseph's penis when they came to 'arrest' them, he was not able to speak at the moment, and would very likely never speak again 'Especially if they kill us,' Joseph thought darkly. This did seem a very real possibility to him at this point. "No looking away, dogs," shouted Noah. "You will keep staring at each other, night and day, and keep getting shocked each time you start to get an erection, until you stop getting erections from each other's faces." Both young men gave a howl like a wounded wolf, and received a shock for this too. "Just kill us already," Abraham begged, and Joseph found that he could no longer disagree. But Noah merely laughed, a mean, cruel, hateful and mirthless laugh. "No, no, no. You can not be killed until you have been purified, and that can only happen when you renounce your evil choice." "It is NOT a choice, you, stupid, ignorant man," I say, drawing another shock, but determined to say what I have to say anyway, this time. "If it was a choice, do you think either of us would CHOOSE this? Why can't you people just live and let live. I thought that is what Conservatism was all about, each person deciding what was right for them. So, how come with sexual orientation it is different?" I can see in his eyes that the shock he wants to give me now, I would not survive, but he is trying to decide if that serves his larger purpose. * * * Suddenly, the sky goes pitch black. Moments later, Thunder erupts near us and out of the lightning bolts that follow step seven pairs of really gorgeous guys, although obviously nothing on Abraham. One raises his hand at Noah and Thunder flies from it followed by a scream from Noah and a shock of electricity from his hand flies back at him, causing him to cry out, die and then explode. One of The Thunder Boys turns towards me. "I take it you know who se are?" he says, smiling so that his nostrils, already the width of his face, slightly exceed it, sending my hormones into all kinds of flips and other athletic events. I nod. "The Thunder Boys," I say at once. He nods. "Correct. My name is Daniel. Dan, to most people. My partner is Joel. We will take you to The Fortress of Thunder to be cured of all of this nonsense. And then. . ." "Can we join your ranks?" Abraham beats me to the impulsive question before I do. Dan turns to his printer. "I don't now Nehemiah. Do you think their noses are big enough?" I am shocked, since Abraham's nostrils are the width of his face and mine slightly exceed the width of my face. "We have both got. . ." I start, then I see that Dan is laughing. "I was only joking. You obviously both far exceed the eighty percent minimum, and your obviously a committed gay couple. How old are you both?" "Both twenty-five, as of four and five days ago." "Then yes," says Dan. "You both made the minimum age cut by a few days. Once you're healed, Matthew and Luke, we'll explain when we're in a more secure location, will send you to where we are. But now, get ready." Abraham and I grab each other as the Thunderbolt from Dan's left hand flies towards us. It engulfs us, and instantly I feel power flowing through me. Then they all make Thunder Bolts and suddenly I feel my body projecting forward until I start to see the walls of a tower materializing on each side and watch and listen. Suddenly, we fall face first on to a hard stone floor by my face, but instantly feel it and everything else start to heal. There is a loud scream of pleasure from somewhere else "Matthew and Luke" says Dan, and then he and the other Thunder Boys ride away on bolts of Thunder, while Abraham and I start to explore this fortress, particularly interested in finding Matthew and Luke and the other dead ones Dan told us about and seeing about all of that." "I've been waiting a long time to be in a safe place and from now on," Abraham says as we explore the fortress and choose our one safe place. I nod as we come to our bed chamber, strip, get in bed and then prepare to finish what we stated a week ago. LEARN MORE ABOIUT THE OTHER THUNDER BOYS IN -WARRIORS OF THE STORM, THE CATACLYSM AT CONSERVATIVE CENTRAL-, COMING SOON.

ADAM AND STEVE

I had waited a long time for this day. Steve and I had been together for ten years, but Gay Marriage had only become legal in Texas a few months earlier. Two minutes after the court ruling had come down, Steve had been on one knee before me. "Adam, will you marry me?" "Do you even need to ask?" I had replied, and then neither of us could stop laughing for an hour. His nose gets even bigger when he laughs, which turns me on even more than usual, and he has said that he feels the same about me and mine. The three intervening months of planning are a complete whirl in my mind as I stand at the back of the Sanctuary, with him at the front, preparing to walk down the isle. The decision as to whom would do which was made easy by the fact that my mother and father said that they would walk me down the isle while Steve's parents had said that they would have nothing to do with any of this, and I will not here repeat the language they used, so obviously they were not going to be a part of our lives "Until and unless they grow up," as my mom had put it. I could hear the protesters outside the church even as I stood, weak-kneed with joy but also a bit of dread mixed in, knowing that this will have a cost, my mom holding my left arm and my dad my right. I hear the music start to what we're calling "Here Comes The Groom." "It's time, Adam," my mom whispers. My dad and I nod and we start down the isle. My eyes are trained on Steve and his on me as our faces draw steadily nearer to each other until we all stand before the minister, Pastor Andrew. "Dearly Beloved," he begins. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of. . ." "You are gathered here together today to die!" screams a loud voice. Looking to the back of the church, I see a group of men in black clothes and black masks, carrying assault rifles trained on the five of us up front, but more of them on Steve and I than on Pastor Andrew or my parents. "Sir," says Pastor Andrew. "This is a church and a celebration of love and life. There is no place for hate or instruments of death. Please leave, NOW!" The tone of his "NOW" leaves no doubt that there will not be a please if he has to ask a second time. The gun people merely laugh and cock their triggers. But then. . . Suddenly, all the lights go out and the windows go dark. "What the hell," I hear the same voice say. "It's God's punishment coming down on this abomination," another shouts. "But why on us too, we're not. . ." He is cut off by a clap of Thunder so loud I hear it shatter several of the stained glass windows. "This is a judgement from above," says a voice like Thunder. "But not one rewarding your hate. One punishing it. This wedding will proceed and be completed. The only question is who will be alive for the 'I dos" and who will not." Suddenly, I hear a volley of gun fire, but all of the bullets sound like thy stop in mid air and I do not hear a single scream. Then, lightning flashes all around the room and in each bolt I perceive a pair of young men, each with even bigger noses than Steve and I, all standing between the gun men and the rest of us, and all of the bullets dissolve before they come close to their bodies. "Are you finished?" says the voice that we heard before but now see the face that goes with it and ejaculate right in my undershorts. His nostrils are a little wider than his whole face, which is not small, and all have a glow to them that makes it hard to look at directly. "Because," he continues, "as I said, this wedding is GOING to be completed, the only question is, will you all be alive to see it? And I warn you, The Patience of The Thunder Boys IS getting thin." We all gasp. Of course, I've heard the rumors, who hasn't? but rumors and reality are two very different things. Most of the gunmen give a dejected sigh, drop their weapons and either leave or sit down, although the leader pulls out another pistol and points it. "Really?" says the Thunder Boys' leader, sounding bored. All of the remaining gun men follow their leader, and the lead Thunder Boy turns to his partner. "Do you want to do the honors, Micah, or should I?" "I'll do them, Zacharia," he replies. Then Micah raises his left hand and brings it down in a single, swift, simple motion. Instantly, a powerful thunder storm erupts just around the remaining gun men, and they scream as they are incinerated by the lightning, and then it ends, with not even smoldering ash remaining. "Now," says Zacharia. "We came here to see a wedding, so let's get on with it. When it's done, if you like, Adam and Steve, we'll make you two Thunder Boys." I see in Steve's eyes that he is just as anxious for this as I, so after the vows and rings have been exchanged, we stand holding each other , and Zacharia and Micah shoot us with a combined Thunder Bolt that engulfs us both. When it clears, while neither of us look any different, I can feel it inside and can see in Steve's eyes that he can as well. "Now for the reception," says my dad. All of The Thunder Boys and every other guest nod. "Once the celebrating is concluded," says a different Thunder Boy, whose name I have not caught but whose nostrils are just shy of the size of Zachariah's, stopping at the outer edges of his face. "Next stop, The Republican National Convention." All of THe Thunder Boys, including Steve and I, the newest Thunder Boys, nod, Gitters rising up strongly in me at the prospect of traveling the way they travel. * * * At The Fortress of Thunder, Matthew roared as Luke shot buckets of semen up both nostrils of his trunk and he began doing the same up Luke's snout. "We're close," said Matthew, and Luke nodded. "Soon" he said. "With a wedding completed and other recent events, it is very soon." Then they went on with their love making and spoke no more for some time. LOOK FOR 'WARRIORS OF THE STORM, THE CATACLYSM AT CONSERVATIVE CENTRAL' COMING SOON TO A THUNDER BOYS BLOG NEAR YOU.