Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2013 21:54:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
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.

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			     "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.



			       AUTHOR'S NOTE



Thanks for reading On My Honor...

Since you have stuck with me throughout the story, please let me know if
the end of the tale reflects anything that may have really happened in your
scouting experience, or if your experiences did not result in prosecution.

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and Manly.  Were they justified, or do you feel that "boys will be boys" so
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