Date: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 11:11:50 -0700 From: bjjl Subject: The Marty Boys The Marty Boys The Haunted Lodge Jim and John Marty lived in the town of Gayport, population 22,000. Jim and John are brothers, Jim is 17, John is 16. They pride themselves in being amateur detectives. They have read every book on Sherlock Holmes that was ever published. Benton Marty is their father, who owns and runs the local newspaper, Gayport Times. Jim and John are always up on the local news and gossip. Benton is close friends with Chief Adam Brinkman, of the local police department. Chief Brinkman received a letter from Walter Mortan, stating he would be out-of-town for at least a month on personal family business. He didn't want the police would wonder why his Book store was closed for such a long time. It was signed: Walter Mortan. The chief happened to mention it to Benton over lunch. "I didn't know Walter had any family. I though after his wife died it was only him." Benton took a swig of coffee. "I think he said one time about having a sister somewhere in the Midwest. Not sure where." "Oh, maybe she passed away." "Strange though, he didn't come by in person to say he was leaving." The chief finished his donut. "I thought that a bit odd too. But, Walter was a bit of a strange guy." Benton picked up the checks. "I gotta go back to work. This one is on me, Adam." The chief smiled. "Ok, I owe you now." Jim and John were upstairs in their bedroom. Jim was still reading his book on Japanese rope bondage. John also had a book on bondage he was reading. "This book on Shibari is really neat! There are all sorts of way to tie someone up quick and tight." John smiled at his brother. "You think you could tie me up where I couldn't get loose?" Jim tossed his book on the dresser. "No problem brother of mine. The only time you can get loose is when I untie you." This was a game they frequently played. They had been doing it since they were young boys. They first got interested when they joined the boy scouts, the first place they learned to use rope and tie knots. Jim quickly had John's arms bound behind his back. The ropes running under his arms, across his chest and back over his shoulders. Jim shoved him onto his bed. "Damn! You look pretty sexy there little brother. All tied up nice and tight." "Don't you dare tickle me, Jim! I mean it. I'll kick you in the balls if you do!" Jim took another length of rope and tied John's ankles together. "Now what you gonna do? Huh? Huh? Now what Johnny." Jim began tickling John's feet, then his stomach and ribs. In between laughing, John got in a few words. "DAMN you Jim! JIM........Stop it! I mean IT!" Jim slapped him on the ass. "You're not gonna piss your pants, are you?" John quickly replied. "Fuck you, Jim!" "OH, fuck you, you say?" Jim grabbed John's pants, quickly yanking them down around his ankles along with his shorts. He rolled John over and got between his legs. "You ready for the log? Here it comes." Chief Brinkman walked downstairs to the cells with his deputy Jack Fuller. "Well, well. I see you brought Billy Hawkins in again. What for this time?" Deputy Fuller replied. "Speeding, just like always." Chief Brinkman walked over to the cell. "Billy, Billy. You ready to make you bail?" "Yes, sir." "Good. Back away from the door. Get down on your knees." Chief Brinkman walked up to Billy. "You give my cock a good cleaning inside and out. You hear me, Billy?" "Yes, sir." "When you get through with me, Deputy Fuller has a deposit for you too." "Yes, sir." "Get your tongue all away round that cock! Don't piss me off, Billy!" "No, sir. I won't." Chief Brinkman zipped his pants up and walked out of the cell. He patted Fuller on the back. "He's all yours." John and Jim made their way down to the newspaper to see their father. "Hi, dad. Anything new in the news?" He laughed at them. "Not really. Just another quiet day.......although there was one thing." Jim's ears perked up. "What's that?" "Mr. Mortan. He sent a note to Chief Brinkman saying he was going to be gone for about a month on family business." "What's so strange about that?" Benton poured himself a cup of coffee. "Walter was always a friendly sort. If he was going somewhere why didn't he just come by in person. Sending a note is strange." Jim and John looked at each other for a moment. John spoke up. "We'll go by his book store and make sure he locked everything. Maybe see if anything seems odd." "You boys do that. Let me know........OH! Remember, you have a camp out with the boy scouts tomorrow." Jim waved his hand in the air. "Yeah, we know. See you at home tonight." Jim and John peered through the window into the book store. "Nothing looks out-of-order to me. Let's check the back." John stopped by the back door. "Look at these big dual wheel tire tracks. Mr. Mortan doesn't have a truck. He owns a small Toyota." Jim and John hopped on their dirt bikes and went to the local dirt track. That evening at dinner their father spoke up. "You boys see anything strange at Walter's book store?" "No, except for some tire tracks by the back door. They were from a dually. Heavy, left a good imprint." Benton smiled at the boys. "Maybe he had a book delivery. They parked there to unload." Jim took his dirty dinner plate to the sink. "Yeah, that's probably it. Anyway, we gotta get up early in the morning for the scout camp out." "When will you two be back?" "Tomorrow night. It's only for one night." "Ok, see you in the morning if I'm up." The buss pulled out with Jim, John and their long time friend Bret Horton. Bret was the same age as Jim, 17. They all went to high school together. Bret was a bit on the chubby side, not very good at sports and the like. The only reason he was in the boy scouts is because Jim ordered him to join. The three of them would be camping up at Austin Lake, about a fifteen mile drive from the town. The three boy shared the same tent, it was actually big enough for four. Jim's father had bought it for him on his 17th birthday. Some of the scouts went boating in canoes, others went swimming. Jim, John and Bret went fishing. The three of them hiked around the North side of the lake to a favorite fishing spot. Jim looked around to see if anyone else was nearby. "Ok, it's time for one of to do the deed." Jim broke of several small twigs and placed them in his covered hand. "The one who picks the smallest stick." John and Bret drew sticks and the compared, Bret lost he had the smallest. "Damn! I seem to always get the short one." Jim and John laughed. "Maybe because you got the smallest dick!" Bret stripped his clothes off except for his sneakers. Jim unfastened his shorts, rubbing his dick. "Lick it up and down for a while. Get it nice and hard before you suck it." John watched with anticipation, because he would be next. Bret licked Jim's dick all the way to his balls, licking them too. Jim used the toe of his boot to tap Bret's dick. "Good job. Keep it up. Suck the head. I'm almost ready." A few seconds later and Jim ejaculated in Bret's mouth. Bret turned to John who already had his stiff cock in hand. "Yeah! That feels so good, Bret. I think you are the best at this, ever!" A few minuted later and John dumped his load into Bret's mouth. "Ok, stand up. Put your hands behind your back and spread your legs." Bret's seventeen year old cock was throbbing hard by this time. John grabbed it in his fist and looked at his watch. "Ok, you got one minute on the clock. If you don't masturbate it one minute, you'll have to walk back to camp naked!" John released the hard cock, Bret quickly took hold of it. "Ok, on your mark. Get set.........GO!" Bret was pulling his dick up and down at a feverish pace. The last think he wanted to do was walk into camp naked around the other guys. "You got fifteen seconds left!" Bret picked up the pace, yanking faster and faster. "You got fifteen seconds left!" Jim slapped Bret across the ass several times. "I'll spank your ass until you cum!" Suddenly, Bret's body twitched and his head went back. His seed spit out from his dick to his delight because he had made it within the time. "Great job, Bret! You had only four seconds left on the clock." That evening the boys sat around the camp fire telling jokes and stories. One of the boys was talking about the old Weaver Lodge. "The place is haunted. Was ever since old man Weaver was murdered in there." Jim spoke up. "Just because someone died in there doesn't mean it's haunted." "This one is because they never found the killer. Old man Weaver's ghost is still looking." "That's stupid! Why would he be looking when he knows who killed him?" "He's waiting for him to come back for the gold that is buried there." "Yeah, right! What an idiot. I'm going to bed." Jim, John and Bret retired to their tent. "Ok, Bret. Get your clothes off and get in here between us." Completely naked, Bret slid in between Jim and John. "Put your hands in front of you." Jim cuffed them together with his police cuffs. "That's how you have to sleep tonight. Hands cuffed. Roll over on your belly." Jim slid his under the covers and across Bret's naked ass. His hand slid down the crack of Bret's ass until it stopped at his tight sphincter. "Are you ready for some breeding tonight?" Bret nodded his head. "Yeah. Finger fuck me first. That feels so good." Taking turns, Jim and John were happy to oblige. Jim rolled on top of Bret first, slid his hard dick into him and began slowly pumping in and out. "You got such a soft ass, Bret. I could fuck it all night." John spoke up. "No you can't. It's my turn after you cum." The boys returned home the following afternoon. Jim and John stopped by their father's newspaper on the way home. "You boys have a good time?" Jim and John smiled. "We sure did! A great time." "I'll be home late tonight. I have to do some work on the press machine after I shut down." Benton handed the boys a twenty dollar bill. "Here. You boy go get pizza or something for dinner." "Thanks, dad." The boys hurried home because they wanted to ride their dirt bikes. "I know what lets do." "What?" "Lets take a ride up the old Weaver Lodge." Jim raised his eyebrows at his brother. "You want to see the ghost of old man Weaver?" "No.....I just we could poke around a bit. We haven't been there in ages." "I know! You want to find the gold?" John kick started his bike and revved up the engine. "You coming or not?" "Ok, let's go." The boys didn't take the road to the lodge, instead they rode through the woods and came in behind the lodge. The turned the bikes off and left them behind some big trees. "Looks like most the place is still boarded up." "Yeah. Let's go in through the cellar door." Jim and John quietly crept upstairs and into the main room where the huge rock fireplace stood. Jim noticed the double doors to the master bedroom were locked with a padlock. Jim whispered to John. "That was old man Weaver's bedroom. The last time we were here it was wide open. Now there is a padlock on the handles." "Yeah, you're right." Suddenly they heard a truck coming up the road. They quickly hid in the stair way with the door slightly open. The front door opened and in walked Ryon Roncad and his cousin Scott Roncad. Ryon was the high school bully. He was a husky kid, six foot tall and he did not like the Marty boys. The feeling was mutual because Jim and John hated him too. His cousin, Scott was a bully also but always took his Que from Ryon, never acted on his own. Jim was wondering what they were doing out here. Ryon, followed by Scott, went straight for the master bedroom doors and unlocked the padlock. Jim and John could hear them talking. They moved to just outside the bedroom doors to hear better. They could hear Ryon's heavy voice. "There's our little bitch! Get up! Crawl your ass outta that cage." Jim peeked around the door for a better look. There was a steel animal cage in the center of the floor with a naked man inside. Scott and Ryon placed their big Coleman lanterns on the floor. "Com'on, bitch! Get out here." Jim watched the naked man crawl out of the cage. His hands and feet were shackled. He couldn't make out who he was because he had a blindfold on and a gag in his mouth. Ryon took off his belt and whipped him across the bare ass a half dozen times. "Ready for your supper, bitch?" Scott put something into a large dog dish and placed it on the floor in front of the man. Ryon took the gag out of his mouth. "Eat it! When you get through with that. Scott has desert for you." Scott rubbed his crotch. "Yeah. Some nice white pudding." The both of them laughed. Ryon smacked him across the ass again. "Hurry up, bitch!" Scott had dropped his pants and was rubbing his hard cock. "Com'on, bitch. Suck my cock!" Both Jim and John had a perfect view of what was taking place. Scott held the man's head and was forcing it back and forth on his dick. "Yeah, that's it. Work your tongue all over it! Yeah! Again!" Ryon smacked the man across the ass with his belt several more times. "OHHHhhhhhh, yeah! I'm getting my nut!......YEAH! Swallow it, bitch!" Ryon tossed Scott the gag. "Here, put the gag back in his mouth." They yanked the man to his feet, shoving him toward the foot of the wooden bed frame. They tied his wrists to each post and also his ankles to the posts. Jim could see the man's ball dangling between his legs. Ryon hauled off and smacked his ass six more times with the belt. "It's time to give you a good hard fucking, uncle Walter!" Ryon dropped his pants and quickly shoved his stiff cock into the man's ass. Jim and John could hear him yelp with pain. Ryon's hips were slapping against the man's cheeks. "AHHhhhhh, you ass feels so good and tight. Yes.....Yes. You are about to be filled with alpha male sperm!" Ryon and Scott untied the man, Ryon grabbed him the hair and pulled him over to a desk. "SIT!" He placed a paper in front of him. "Now, write to your sister and tell her to mail the cashiers check to this box number." Jim and John watched the man scribble something on the paper. Ryon picked it and put it in his pocket. Scott began to chuckle. Ryon turned. "What's so funny?" "Look how big his cock is. It's dripping." "Yeah, whatever. Put him back in the cage. He can play with himself all he likes." Jim and John quietly back away from the door and hid behind the cellar door until Ryon and Scott locked the bedroom door and left. "Did you hear what I heard? Ryon called him uncle Walter?" "Yeah, I heard that too." "Then that guy is Walter Mortan. He's not missing....he's been kidnapped!" "By Ryon Roncad no less." Jim and John went back outside to make sure Ryon and Scott were gone. John shouted to Jim. "Hey! Come look at this. Dual truck tire tracks. Just like the ones at the book store." "You're right. They do look exactly the same." "That part fits, but why kidnap Mr. Mortan?" Jim shook his head. "More important, how the hell is Mr. Mortan Ryon's uncle?" "Are we gonna report it to the police?" "Not yet. We need to piece this thing together first." "What about Mr. Mortan? Are we gonna leave him there?" Jim smiled at John. "He's fine with Ryon and Scott taking care of him." The boys got on their dirt bikes and rode into town. "Dad said he was going to be working late. Let's stop by the paper and see if we can find anything on Walter Mortan and his late wife Cindy." When the boys got the newspaper office it was closed. "Dad must have gone home. We'll have to go to work with him in the morning." The boys rode off for home. Their father was not home when they got there. Jim picked up the phone and ordered a large pizza. Just as they began making a big bowl of popcorn, their father walked in. "Where have you been? We stopped by the paper but it was all locked up." "Chief Adam stopped by and asked if I would have a look at his computer over at the station. It was too late to go back to the paper, so I came home." "Do you think you have the wedding announcement of Walter Mortan and his wife Cindy?" Benton shook his head. "No. I wouldn't have that. Walter was already married when he came to Gayport. Why do you ask?" "Nothing particular. Just wondering about his family." Benton looked out the window. "I'm sure everything is fine and I think the pizza you ordered is here." The next day the boys took off on their dirt bikes. They wound up at the old Weaver lodge. They spotted Ryon's pick up out front. They quietly entered through the cellar again. This time it was not so dark and they could see everything from the cellar stairway. Ryon and Scott had Walter in the main room by the stone fireplace. They had some sort of weight on a rope tied to his testicles. Jim could see his arms were tied behind his back and clothespins were clamped to his nipples. Ryon was making him walk back and forth across the floor with the weight attached to his balls. Ryon walked behind him, spanking his ass with the leather belt. Ryon looked over to Scott. "Untie the weight." Ryon placed a round board in the floor with a nine or ten inch dildo clamped to it. Ryon smacked Walter across the chest with the belt. "Kneel!" Walter quickly knelt in front of the stone fireplace. Ryon slapped him across the face. "You know what to do! DO IT!" Walter squatted down with his ass directly over the dildo. Ryon slapped his face again. "SIT! All the way down, bitch!" Walter slowly slid his ass down on the dildo until it was all in. Scott laughed out loud. "Now, bounce on it, bitch!" Walter began sliding up and down on the dildo. The room was filled with sucking sounds as the dildo went in and out of his sphincter. Jim and John were both getting quite aroused by the whole thing. Scott pointed to Walter. "Look how riding that dildo makes his cock nice and hard." Ryon walked up to Walter and slapped him across the face. "What do you say, bitch?" "My I please suck your cock?" Scott laughed. "I like how fast he learns." Without warning, Scott reached down and smacked Walter square in the nut sac. Walter yelped, quickly bent over and banging his head on the floor. The dildo quickly slipped out of his ass, making a big sound. Scott and Ryon laughed at Walter bent over on the floor. Ryon smacked his ass with the belt. "Get back on your knees, bitch! It's not that bad. You pussy!" Ryon pointed to the bedroom. "Crawl your ass back in the cage!" They blindfolded Walter, gagged him and placed his hands and legs back in shackles before they left. John peeked out the window. "They're driving away. Looks like everything is clear." Jim tapped John on the shoulder. "Did you notice they didn't lock the bedroom door." Jim reached down to adjust his erection in his pants. John did the same. "My cock is dripping wet." "So is mine." "I thought I was going to shoot my load without even touching myself." "Did you hear that dildo sucking in and out of his ass?" "Yeah. Made me instantly hard." The boys slipped quietly into the bedroom where Walter was. He was kneeling in the cage. The boys were not quiet enough, Walter quickly got on his hands and knees when he heard Jim and John enter the room. He was making muffled sounds through his gag. "What are we gonna do?" "I say we have a little fun. He's blindfolded and can't see us. We got two full cocks that need draining." Jim walked up to the cage and removed the gag. He stuck his hard cock through the wire in front of Mr. Mortan. "Suck!" Walter quickly opened his mouth and gobbled up Jim's hard dick. He went to work on Jim as if he were a sucking machine. Jim closed his eyes, put his head back and waited for his orgasm. John didn't waste any time getting his hard cock into Walter's mouth. He was so hot, it didn't even take a minute for him to cum. John looked down at Mr. Mortan and saw the sperm erupting from his cock. He just ejaculated while sucking John's cock. "Wow. He shot his load without even touching his dick!" "Who are you? You're not Ryon or Scott. Please.....help me!" Jim pulled the blindfold off Walter's eyes. "Its Jim and John Marty." "Benton Marty's boys? How did you find me?" "It's a long story. Before we get you outta here we need some questions answered." "Yes.....yes. Anything." "How are you related to Ryon Roncad?" "I married his mothers sister, Cindy. We were married in Harrington, where we attended university. When here sister was diagnosed with cancer, Cindy decided she wanted to return to Gayport. To be close to her." Jim smiled. "So you are Rayon's uncle" "Yes, but I never liked that kid. He was always a mean bully. I could tell from the first time I ever met him." Jim and John chuckled to one another. "You got that part right. We have to go to school with him." "Please.....get me outta here." "Not so fast. Why would Ryon kidnap you? And I don't think it to make you his sex slave. I think it was something more." "Yes. My sister, Ellen sold her farm in the Midwest. 280 acres in all. 2.4 Million dollars. She always said if she sold the family farm I would get half. Somehow Ryon or his mother found out about it." Jim looked over at John. "That's the reason for the letter you signed." "Yes. They want the money. I don't know what they will do with me after they get it. You've got to help me. Please." Suddenly the door swung open and Ryon stood in the doorway with a pistol in his hand. "Well, well. If it ain't those meddling Marty boys." Scott stepped into the room with a pistol in his hand. "Hi, boys. Fancy meeting you here." Ryon handed Scott some rope. "Tie these to ass wipes up! Tie their arms and hands behind their backs. Scott quickly bound Jim with the rope, and then John. Ryon pointed the gun at them. "Get on your knees!" Ryon turned to Scott. "Go get some duct tape for their mouths. That should hold you two pricks for now." Ryon unlocked the cage. "Get your ass out here!" Walter crawled out of the cage. Scott pulled his arms behind his back and tied the with some rope. "Get on your knees! Spread your legs open. All the way!" Ryon unbuckled his belt and slid it from his pants. "I wanna know what you told these two fuck ups!" "Please, Ryon......I didn't say......." Ryon brought his boot up between Walter's legs, hitting him directly in the nut sac. "AAAHHHhhhhhhhhhh!" Walter was bent over with his head on the floor. Ryon turned to Scott. "Get him up!" "Spread you leg's, bitch! Now, you gonna tell me? I'm gonna give your cock and balls a whipping with this belt!" "NO! Please, Ryon......Please. I'll tell you." Ryon pulled Walter's head back and slapped him hard across the face. "Tell me, bitch!" "I.....I told them about you mother and my wife. That.....that they were sisters. I told them about my sister and selling the farm.......and the money from the sale of the farm." Ryon shook his head. "You are a real pussy wimp, ain't ya?" He slapped Walter across the face again. "Pussy wimp with a big mouth!" Scott interrupted. "What about them? They know everything now." Ryon kicked Walter in the ass. "Get back in the cage!" Ryon locked the cage and turned to Jim and John. "I think we're gonna take a little trip out in the woods." Scott grabbed a two pieces of rope and tied one piece around Jim's neck and the other around John's neck. The boys were led into the woods. After a few minutes, Ryon stopped. "There's a couple of limbs over on that tree. Tie'em up!" Ryon had that evil smile on his face a he walked up to Jim. "I always wanted to fuck that righteous ass of yours. I see you walking around in gym like a little whore!" Ryon quickly removed Jim's pants and underwear, he was naked from the waist down. "Nice big cock! But not as big and nice as mine." Ryon rammed his fingers up Jim's ass. "Nice tight hole for my hard cock." Meanwhile, Scott had stripped John of his cloths and was rubbing his stiff cock up and down the crack of John's ass. "Feel that? Big hard dick all ready for your punk ass!" Jim and John were helpless to do anything as they hung naked from the tree limbs. Ryon and Scott fucked them hard. Scott even sucked John off after he finished fucking him. Ryon did not do that to Jim. Instead he removed his belt and gave Jim an ass whipping. There were a few good smacks across the cock and balls for good measure. "Com'on Scott! Let's get going." "What about these two?" "Leave'em! By the time they get loose we'll be gone with the money." Jim waited until they were out of sight before he spoke. "How good are you at untying ropes with your toes?" "I don't know. I haven't done it for a long time." "Scott stripped your pants, shoes and socks all off." Jim shifted himself around so he could look at his brother. "Ryon just pulled my pants down. He didn't take them off. Or my shoes. So, it's all going to be up to you, brother!" John used his training in gymnastics to hurl his legs up onto the tree limb. He took the tension off the rope around his wrists. With his right foot, he managed to loosen the ropes. He grabbed hold of the limb so he wouldn't fall. Jim gave him a big smile. "Excellent, brother of mine! Now, untie me." The two boys went back to the old lodge, but Walter, Ryon and Scott were gone. "I wonder where they took Mr. Mortan?" "We need to get to a phone and Call Walter's sister." "Where are we gonna get her phone number?" Chief Brinkman walked into the jail and found his deputy, Jack Fuller, in the cell with Bill Hawkins. Billy was stark naked, on his knees cuffed to the cell bars. Deputy Fuller was stepping on Billy's cock with his boot. "You can do better, Billy! Com'on. I won't take my boot off you cock until you suck me off!" Chief Brinkman stood in the hallway watching. "OH! Hi Chief! I had to bring Billy in again." "Yeah, I can see that. When you get through, I'm gonna breed the boy! You tie him down to the cot." "Yes, sir. Will do." Deputy Fuller removed his boot from Billy's hard dick. He gave Billy's balls a nudge with the toe of his boot. "You better hurry, Billy. You know what happens if you disappoint the Chief." The boys got on their dirt bikes and raced into town. Jim picked up a large rock. "You gonna smash the window?" "Yeah. The only way since we don't have a key. Stand back!" Jim hurled the rock at the side window, shattering the pane. He reached in and unlatched the window. "I think Mr. Mortan's office is next to the store room." They opened the door and turned on the light. On the floor was a metal cage and in side was the naked Mr. Mortan. He was still shackled, gagged and blindfolded. Jim quickly reached through the wire and pulled the gag and blindfold off. "Is that you? Jim and John?" "Yes, Mr. Mortan. We need to call your sister before she sends the money. We need to stop that cashiers check from reaching Ryan!" "That won't won't work. Boys. She sent it yesterday." Jim shook his head. "Shit! I guess that means you loose, Mr. Mortan." Walter smiled. "Just between me and you two boys. I kind of enjoyed my adventure. It was humiliating being stripped and held in a cage. At first, being forced to do all those sexual things. It was humiliating and degrading, but it did arouse something in me. If you say anything, I'll deny it." Jim smiled back at him. "I noticed you were pretty damn good when you were sucking my cock back there at the lodge." John jumped in. "Yeah! You did a fine job on mine too!" Jim turned to John. "Let's go to the police station and tell Chief Brinkman about everything we found." The boys told Chief Brinkman about Ryon and Scott and their plan to steal the money from Mr. Mortan. Walter came to the station and confirmed what the Marty boys had said. "So they kept you in the old Weaver Lodge for all that time?" Walter nodded. "They came twice a day to bring me food and water." Walter and the boys had conveniently left out the fact that Mr. Mortan was kept naked in a cage. Also, that Ryon and Scott had sexually assaulted him twice a day when they came to feed him. Then there was that little oral sex thing with the Marty boys, which they also left out. Chief Brinkman and Deputy Fuller picked up Ryon and Scott when they opened their mail box the next day. There was an envelope from Walter's sister, but there was no check. She knew her brother would never ask for the money to be mailed to him. He had told her several months ago that he would pick it up in person because he wanted to see the old farm one more time. During his captivity, Mr. Mortan had become rather fond of being kept naked in a cage. He was also fond of being used for disgusting sexual acts. Mr. Mortan struck up a deal with the Marty boys to meet him in the old Weaver lodge every Friday. Needless to say, a good time was had by all......end.