Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2012 07:00:04 -0800 (PST) From: Macout Mann Subject: ON MY HONOR 9 `This story is about sexual activity between boy scouts and a scoutmaster. It is total fiction. There is no Poconola, MS. Any resemblance between persons or events depicted and actual persons or events is purely coincidental. If you are offended by depictions of explicit homosexual activity, or if you are underage, please do not read further. Otherwise, the author invites you to enjoy the story and to respond with comments or criticisms. The author would especially appreciate responses from readers who have been involved in scouting. All email will be answered. Please address macoutmann@yahoo.com. Also, please remember that nifty.org needs your support to keep this service available to all. Please donate what you can. "ON MY HONOR..." by Macout Mann Chapter 9 Gathering Evidence Lincoln bought a couple of rolls of high speed film. Ben alerted him to the time of the next meeting of the group. He dressed in a black t shirt and black jeans, parked a couple of hundred feet down the road from the shack, and snuck up to the window, where he could get a good view of the action. He was horrified. He was straight after all. He had thought he'd become more "liberal," after hearing his son, Noah's tales. Even more so after hearing Ben's reports. But here he was, watching the scout oath being recited by naked boys clutching each others' dicks. He could barely hear what was going on inside, but he could certainly see. After downing beers they all paired off, Ben with Masters. Ben went down on his knees, first sucking the older man and then presenting his ass to be penetrated. Masters licked the youngster's anus then filled it with spit before he stuffed his oversized dick all the way up. Lincoln noted the look of total satisfaction on Masters' face as he rammed Ben and at the same time played with the boy's hard dick. The others were similarly engaged. Lincoln soon had all the pictures he needed, but he was transfixed. He stared as the pairings changed. He took still more pictures. It was happening just as Ben had reported. Sex and alcohol and now more sex. Lincoln knew that the meeting would soon be over, but he stayed long enough to see Masters lean over to receive Manly's dick up his ass, while he sucked on Eric and underneath Ben sucked on Masters, while Sammy stuffed his dick in Eric's bung. Jake looked on. Lincoln took one last photograph and then hurried back to his car. The developed pictures were not studio quality, but they showed all that they needed to. What was going on was apparent, and who was participating could easily be determined. Lincoln made an appointment with the Chief of Police, Parker Braswell. "Chief," he began, "you know that I was overwhelmed by the jury's verdict in the Masters case. My son—well our whole family—has been derided all over town. So I decided to do some investigating on my own." He passed a large manila envelope to the policeman. "These pictures demonstrate that my son was telling the truth." Chief Braswell was dumbfounded. "I...I can't believe this. How did you come by these?" "I took them through a window of Duane Masters' new meeting place. "As you may know, Masters was relieved of his duties as scoutmaster after the trial, but he has managed to continue with his illicit activities, largely with the same group of scouts as before. "Manly Simms, whom you recognize in the pictures, is now—I believe—an assistant scoutmaster. Anyway he is in a position to be a liaison between the troop and Masters. He's also in a position to solicit new members for the group, inform them of meeting schedules, that sort of thing. Masters purchased a shack on the edge of town for meetings. "I gained the confidence of one of the boys. He told me where the shack was and when a meeting was going to be." "This means that Manly Simms and that other boy perjured themselves at the trial," the stunned Chief of Police said. "Yes, the other boy is Jake Reynolds. He's also in the pictures." "Well, I need to take these to the district attorney. He'll know how to proceed." "I think I have a better idea, Chief Braswell," Lincoln spoke authoritatively. "Pictures are one thing. Catching Masters in the act is quite another. I can find out when the next meeting will take place. I'll take you there, so you can see for yourself what's going on and make an arrest on the spot." "You can do that?" "Yes, and it will be a whole lot cleaner way to handle it. After what that bastard did to my boy, I want him caught red handed." "We'd have to take the boys into custody too," the chief mused. "Yes, but I would hope that the D.A. wouldn't want to prosecute any of them but maybe Manly. He's a ringleader. I don't know about the perjury charges, of course." "Find out about the meeting," Chief Braswell directed. "I'll be in touch." Lincoln did show Ben the pictures. "I'm thinking about how to use them," he lied. He didn't want Ben to know that they were all going to be arrested. He might panic and spill the beans. Lincoln was confident that Ben would be held blameless. And he was equally sure that Ben would regret losing his playtime. A few days later Ben told Lincoln that the next meeting would be Wednesday night. A day after that Chief Braswell called Lincoln to say that he had discussed the operation with the district attorney and that the chief was ready to move. The chief had not shared Lincoln's information with anyone else in the department. In a small town like Pocanola word might easily get out and they'd be left with only the pictures as evidence. Only Lincoln, the chief, and the district attorney were aware of the operation. Lincoln hadn't even shared anything with his wife or Noah. On the night of the meeting the chief did advise his people that he was looking into something and might need backup, so they needed to be alert. He and Lincoln parked his police car a little closer than Lincoln had parked his by driving the last hundred yards without lights. They approached quietly. The chief had also brought a listening device, so he could hear as well as see what was going on. When they arrived at the window the scout oath was being recited. "I fucking can't believe it!" Braswell whispered. The chief watched as Masters passed out beer to each of the boys and listened as he said, "Guys, last time was the first time I ever got fucked and sucked at the same time I was giving head to another scout. Tonight, we'll do it again and let Jake be one of the players. Ben will be the watcher." "I want to be the one getting and giving it," Jake volunteered. As they swigged their brews, they drew lots for the first of the evening's activities. Masters drew Jake. That pleased Masters, because he liked the youngest ones best. When Masters first tasted the farm boy, Chief Braswell had seen enough. He stepped away from the window and called for backup. Not ten minutes later he heard three squad cars rolling into the driveway with their headlights off. He marched onto the rickety porch of the shack and banged on the door. "Police, open up!" he shouted. Lincoln, still at the window, saw frantic scurrying, all for naught. The chief burst through the flimsy door and ordered them all to get their hands up. Lincoln took a final snapshot of the chief confronting five boys and one well-known citizen all naked, as the other officers also entered the scene. First the naked were clothed and then led out to the patrol cars. Masters was driven in a car by himself. Ben was put into the chief's car along with Lincoln. Two boys were locked into each of the remaining cars. As they were driving to headquarters, Ben didn't hesitate to dump on Lincoln. "You motherfucker!" he yelled, "I thought you were my friend, but you get me pinched with all the others!" "Calm down, Ben," Lincoln responded. "It's going to be all right. You're going to be booked, but the chief will release you on your own recognizance. That is, I'll be responsible for seeing that you appear when you're supposed to. And I'll take you home. "If you'd like, I'll talk to your mother. She should be very proud of you for helping us catch a serious predator. And we expect that charges against all you boys will be dismissed, except maybe for Manly and Jake." "Why Jake?" Ben asked. "He lied on the witness stand in the other trial," the chief interjected. "Oh." Masters used his one telephone call to reach Rush Hammond, his lawyer. He also tried to "reason" with the Chief Braswell. "I don't know what you're so upset about, Parker. We weren't doing anybody any harm. Just having a little fun." "What you call `a little fun' is a goddamned felony, Duane. You're not getting away with it this time." The chief met with Hammond as soon as the attorney arrived at the station. "I'm sorry counselor, but this time we've got your client dead to rights. He's going to be charged with statutory rape and maybe some other stuff, and there's no way he can get out of it." "That bad, eh?" Hammond said. "I wanted to let you know," the chief replied. "No telling what he's going to say, but our evidence is iron clad. He's been sodomizing a whole bunch of young boys. And he's going to spend the night in jail, and I'll tell you right now that Bill Arnold will ask that he be denied bond." While the other four boys were put in separate cells, Ben was booked first and turned over to Lincoln, just as he had been promised. On the drive to Ben's home Lincoln further explained the situation. "Your name's probably going to be in the paper, and you may be called on to testify, if the bastard doesn't have the good sense to plead guilty. You once told me your mother knew you were gay, but didn't know you were hustling. I don't want to interfere with any of that. But I can tell your mom that you agreed to work with the police to catch Masters, and that we're all proud of you for doing that. That ought to keep her from asking too many questions. If you don't have to testify—and I don't thing you will—you won't even have to admit having sex with Masters or the boys in the group." "You'd do that for me?" "Hell, Ben, right now I'd do about anything for you...except suck your dick." They arrived at the Atkins house. It wasn't in much better shape than the sharecropper's shack they'd been at earlier. Lincoln introduced himself and explained to Mrs. Atkins that her son had been a real hero, and that he hadn't shared with her what he'd been doing, because everything had to be undercover. Mrs. Atkins was suitably impressed but did ask how Ben was chosen to infiltrate the group. "Just by chance," Lincoln said. "I happened to be coming back from Gulfport one night just as Ben was leaving his job at the video game store. I offered him a ride. We got to talking and one thing led to another. He was the right age and he agreed to help." "Strange how things happen," Mrs. Atkins observed. Copyright 2012 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved.