Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2013 21:54:05 -0800 (PST) From: Macout Mann Subject: ON MY HONOR 13 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. This is the last chapter of the story, and author especially invites you to respond to his note at the end. 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 13 Fates When court reconvened, District Attorney Arnold began his opening statement. He stressed that the elements of the offense of statutory rape were simple. A person at least thirty-six months older than a minor under seventeen must be shown to have engaged in sexual activity with such a minor. The sexual activity is described as penetration of any orifice of the younger person by the sexual organ of the older person. That the penetration might have been consensual was not at issue. That was all there was to it. Arnold concluded by saying, "The state will show irrefutable proof that the defendant, Manly Simms, did in fact rape three young boy scouts, who were members of a troop of which he was an assistant scoutmaster. "The state calls Parker Braswell." The Chief of Police was sworn and under questioning established that he had been contacted by Richard Lincoln, who alerted him to possible felonious activity involving boy scouts, the accused, and another adult male. He detailed the steps he had taken to verify Mr. Lincoln's assertions and described their visit to the sharecropper shack on April 15 and the apprehension of the participants in the activities they had observed. The chief also testified that his department had obtained a certified copy of Manly Simms' birth certificate, showing that he was eighteen years of age. It was admitted as Prosecution Exhibit A. On cross examination, Perryman asked, "And Chief Braswell, what of the juveniles that were involved. Have they been charged with anything?" "They were all booked for indecent conduct, and the disposition of their cases is pending," the Chief responded. "No further questions," Perryman said. Arnold next called Dick Lincoln. He and Arnold had agreed that he should be as vague as possible about his involvement in the case. So Arnold's questions were very carefully worded. Lincoln was able to testify simply that because he believed his son was telling the truth about an earlier complaint, he was interested in getting the facts about a scoutmaster's activities with certain scouts. That he had enlisted the aid of a new recruit, had discovered where the group in question was meeting, and had photographed the activities that were going on there. That he had made the photographs available to the Chief of Police, who had then gone with him to confirm that minor scouts were being used for sex. Arnold produced the photographs, had them marked for identification, and handed them to Lincoln. "Are these the photographs that you took?" he asked. "They are. The first set are the pictures I made on April 2 and first showed to Chief Braswell. The second set I shot the night of the arrests." "I ask that these be admitted as Prosecution Exhibits B and C," the District Attorney said. "So ordered," the judge responded. "Your witness," Arnold said to the defense table. Bellingrath chose to respond. "So, Mr. Lincoln, are we to understand that your vendetta was not aimed at our client, but at a more senior adult?" "I wouldn't say `vendetta,'" Lincoln answered. "I was only seeking the truth. And yes, I was not targeting your client." "You testified that you enlisted the aid of a scout to help you in `seeking the truth.' Was not he one of the so-called `victims' that our client is accused of violating?" "Yes, the young man is Ben Atkins." "And how did you meet this young man, Mr. Lincoln?" "Objection," Arnold interjected. "Immaterial." "I will permit the question," Judge Stearn said. "I was returning home from Gulfport. I saw a youngster that I thought lived here in Poconola and asked him if I was right. He said he did, and I offered him a ride. On the way he said he had heard of my son's situation. We talked about it. He agreed to help me in my search for the truth." "And just what was he doing in Gulfport?" "Objection." "Sustained." "All right, then. Mr. Lincoln, is it not true that you have been paying Benjamin Atkins to have sex with other members of this group?" "Not so, Mr. Bellingrath. I have paid Ben for the information that he supplied, and I have given him money for the time he has spent helping me. I have never suggested that he have sex with anyone!" Bellingrath knew his cause was futile, but he felt his best hope was to plant doubts in the minds of the jury about the integrity of the prosecution witnesses. The pictures that the jury would see did show Ben having sex. Lincoln, however, proved to be unflappable, so he was finally dismissed. "The state calls Jacob Reynolds." Jake could not have looked more boyish or more sexy. The top three buttons on his chambray shirt were loosened and his stacked jeans were especially tight. He was sworn and Arnold began his questioning. "How old are you, Jake?" "Thirteen." "And Jake, were you a member of a special group of boy scouts that met periodically in a house on Livingston Road?" "Yes, sir." "Was the defendant, Manly Simms, also a member of the group?" "Yes, sir" "Did you attend meetings of the group on April second and April fifteenth?" "Yes, sir. I went whenever I could." There was tittering in the courtroom followed by Judge Stearns gaveling the court to order. "I show you the pictures marked Prosecution Exhibit B, taken on April second. Can you identify yourself in any of these pictures?" "Yes sir...Here I am in number 1, and 3, and 4." "And is the defendant in the pictures?" "He sure is." The questions were repeated with respect to Prosecution Exhibit C, eliciting similar answers. "And did you and the defendant on either occasion engage in sexual intercourse." "Yes, sir. We sucked and we fucked." Once again the judge had to restore order. "You mean that the defendant's penis penetrated both your mouth and your anus? "Sure did." The defense did not choose to cross examine. After Judge Stearns asked how much more time the prosecution would need to put on its case, he decided to recess the trial until the next morning at nine o'clock. He gave the jury the usual admonitions about discussing the case and allowed them to go home. "Goddammit, you didn't even ask him any questions at all!" Manly and his lawyers were still at the courthouse. "Look, sonny, it wouldn't have done any good. That's what we've been trying to tell you," Bellingrath answered. "I tried to establish that Lincoln had paid that Reynolds boy to have sex with you guys. But you saw that I got cut off at the pass. Anything I'd have asked the Reynolds kid would have been objected to and sustained. The judge just isn't going to let any extraneous material into the record, and frankly, he shouldn't. "Actually the DA already has established a prima fascia case. He doesn't even have to put anything else on. But tomorrow morning, the DA will call Brent and Atkins. And on the stand they're going to testify just like Reynolds did. And your little goose is goanna be cooked. The only chance you've got is to change your plea." Masters, who did plead to the lesser offence, was still awaiting sentencing. The district attorney was arguing for the maximum. Rush Hammond had filed briefs urging leniency. The judge was still considering the matter, and Masters was still in jail. Chester Maynard had always been bad news. The only reason he was still a guard at the jail was that one of the County Supervisors was a cousin. Tonight he had sneaked a pint of cheap whiskey in and by midnight was pretty drunk. He decided he needed to fuck something, and Masters was to be his victim. He staggered to Masters' cell, locked himself in, and shook Masters awake. "Wake up, motherfucker," he stammered, "time for you to get a dick up your ass. This one." Masters awoke to find Maynard's monster pole in his face. "First," Maynard continued, "suck on it, like you did all those sweet little boys." Masters hadn't had sex for months, and he was tired of jacking off. He was also close to twice Maynard's weight. He swung his legs over the side of the bunk and fondled Maynard's tool. "Yea...ah," Maynard slurred. Masters loosened Maynard's belt and undid his uniform pants and his boxers. "You don' have ta do that," the drunk declared, as his stuff fell around his ankles. Masters also exposed himself, as he said, "Nah, but you really want to enjoy it, don't you?" Then with effort, he took his guard's dick in one gulp, and as he began to suck, he matched the motion of his mouth and tongue with his index finger in the other man's asshole. "Don't mess with my shitter," Maynard at first stammered. Then he started to chant, "Yea...ah." Quickly Masters came off Maynard's dick. Unsteady as he already was, Masters needed only to give the slightest shove to make the drunk collapse over the side of the bunk. In one quick move Masters was over the prone body of his tormentor and rammed his now hard dick all the way up Maynard's anus. "Now, shit-for-brains," Masters crowed, "who's fucking who?" Masters had his way without mercy, pounding with fast strokes until he had released his pent up man juice into the hapless guard. He rolled Maynard off the bunk and left him crumpled on the concrete floor. He slid under the covers and in no time was once again asleep. When Maynard didn't make his one o'clock rounds, the guard on the front desk set about to see what was wrong. When he found Maynard in a drunken stupor lying in Masters' cell with his britches almost off, it was apparent what had happened. He still woke Masters for an explanation, and then decided the less said about the incident the better. He got Masters to help him drag Maynard to his post at the end of the empty cell block, then he returned the prisoner to his cell. "Some fucking inmate said Maynard had been doing shit with that Simms kid," the guard told Masters. "I guess the motherfucker was telling the truth." On the way to the courthouse the next morning Manly was still steamed. "The son-of-a-bitch wouldn't ask Jake the first question," he complained to his father. "Jake would've taken up for me. "Well, when I take the stand I'll tell the jury a thing or two." "Oh?" Roger Simms replied. "Has Mr. Bellingrath gone over your testimony with you?" "No. Why?" "The reason he hasn't discussed your testimony with you is that he's not going to let you take the stand." "What d'ya mean? I can testify if I want to!" "Son, you're in deep enough as it is. You can't tell the jury what you want to tell them without admitting that you did what you're accused of. That would put a noose around your neck for sure. Why don't you just give up and follow our advice? Court was late convening. Manly had still another conference with both his attorneys. They in turn conferred with the district attorney. Bellingrath wanted Arnold to accept the change of plea and agree to recommend a sentence of two years. Arnold said after all the trouble Manly had put the state to he couldn't see recommending less than twenty. Manly might be paroled after serving ten. Bellingrath and Perryman finally got Arnold to agree to ten. Perryman would file a brief trying to justify two. The three lawyers then met with Judge Stearn in chambers. When the court was called to order, Perryman rose to address the court. "Your honor, if it please the court, the defendant would like to change his plea. He is willing to plead guilty to the crime of child exploitation and place himself at the mercy of the court." Arnold also rose. "The state is agreeable to this change of plea, your honor." "The defendant will approach the bench," the judge ordered. Manly and the three counsel all stood before the judge. He quizzed Manly to insure that he understood the import of his plea, and then banged his gavel. "The court finds the defendant, Manly Noble Simms, guilty of the crime of Child Exploitation. The defendant will remain free under bond of twenty-five thousand dollars until sentencing. The court thanks the jurors for their service and releases them from further duties. "Court is adjourned." ______________________________________________________________________________ One month after the conclusion of Manly's trial, Masters was sentenced to the maximum of forty years, to include time served, and was delivered to the state penitentiary at Parchman. Scarcely a month later, Judge Stearn sentenced Manly to five years. The Winnona Council had stripped him of his Eagle honors immediately after his conviction. The day before Manly was to be taken to prison he went to the Reynolds Farm for a last romp with Jake and his brothers. They met on the creek bank. Along with Jake and Sandy, Bert, the middle brother, was there. Sandy said they needed to show Manly what the next five years would be like. "I'll be out in three at most," a confident Manly announced. "Then we'll show you what the next three will be like," Sandy laughed. "Me first, then Bert, then Jake. We'll take you in order of dick size." "I'll suck while Sandy's fucking you," Jake giggled. Manly Simms was paroled after three years in prison. He was lucky to be taken over by a lifer, who used him almost daily, but who let him be used by others only sparingly, and who would give him an occasional blow job, when he had been a "good boy." Upon his release, he returned to Poconola to clerk in his father's store. The townspeople said he had a lot to live down. At twenty-six, he is on track to take over The Fair Store. He lives alone but never has visitors to his apartment. He does spend a lot of time in New Orleans. Masters is still serving time. He has become what convicts call a "fish." That is, he can be had by anyone at any time. After all, rapists are the lowest of the low in the prison hierarchy, and queer child rapists are even lower. Sammy Brent at twenty-two has an Associates Degree in Drafting Design Technology and works for an architectural firm in Jackson. He is bisexual. Has a steady girlfriend, but still isn't convinced that girls can give satisfactory blow jobs. Gets with buddies, especially Michael, when he visits his folks in Poconola. He still doesn't get along with his dad. Michael Reynaud is happily married. He runs a fledgling construction company in Poconola, doing mostly home repair jobs. He considers himself "almost straight" but employs a lot of hot-looking workers. Eric Ziegler followed in his father's footsteps. He has learned to fly one-seaters and crop dusts. At twenty-two he's still sexually confused. Noah Lincoln is graduating from the University Of Mississippi at Oxford this year. He is headed to Medical School next. Turned out he was straight after all. He did return to scouting and became an eagle. The Atkins family received additional help from Dick Lincoln. Ben's mother recovered from her illness and was able to return to work. She remarried when Ben was seventeen. Ben and her new husband got along really well, but when he graduated from Poconola High, Ben wanted to be on his own. He returned to Nashville, his birthplace, and is currently employed by an Interior Designer there, with whom he also lives. Jake Atkins' two brothers, like their father, married young, and treat their brotherly escapades as a part of growing up. Not that they don't occasionally get together. Jake, on the other hand, is totally gay. At twenty-one he still lives at home, works on the farm, and his mother just can't understand why he doesn't date. He meets Manly in the storage room of The Fair Store after hours sometimes. THE END Copyright 2012 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved. 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