The Pledge – Logan Cross, Ryan St Michael
Scout Logan was a good boy. He was always very careful about his appearance, listened carefully to the Scoutmasters, behaved impeccably and worked incredibly hard. Since he joined the scouts, his goal was to become an elite scout. And when he was finally called to swear an oath of allegiance to this illustrious group, his heart nearly burst with pride.
He didn’t know Scoutmaster St. Michael, who, he was told, would be overseeing the auspicious and apparently very private ceremony. St. Michael was new to the troop and Logan didn’t even know what he looked like. When the boy knocked on the office door, his heart began to pound with nerves.
The Scoutmaster seemed a little distant, but he was quite friendly. He was in his mid-40s, handsome and tanned with dirty blond hair. Because of his name, Logan half expected him to be French, but he spoke with a southern accent, which the boy quite liked. Logan took a deep breath. His nerves were replaced by a feeling of arousal. His childhood ambition was about to be realized…
St. Michael opened a blue velvet box and took out a pin that he stuck rather clumsily into the collar of the boy’s uniform shirt. The Scoutmaster then took a second pin, which he attached to the other necklace, and then another, which he attached to the boy’s breast pocket. Logan suddenly realized the significance of the moment. It almost felt like a baptism in adulthood. He felt ten feet tall.
St. Michael got incredibly close to Logan to put the badges on him. The moment felt very intimate. St. Michael caught Logan’s attention and blushed visibly.
The Scoutmaster then took a step back to admire his handiwork before trying to smooth out a crease in the boy’s shirt, his hand slowly moving up and down on Logan’s chest in a gesture that could have been interpreted as a sexual overture. Logan wasn’t sure what to think, but he liked the feel of the Scoutmaster’s hands pressing against his body.
St. Michael sat in a chair and told the boy to come and stand between his spread legs. Logan was confused and a little embarrassed by the request, but did as he was told, not quite knowing where to look or what to do when the scoutmaster glared at him wildly and began awkwardly touching him in more and more places. intimate.
Logan relaxed. He felt his hands reaching for the Scoutmaster’s chest and absently caressing his erect nipples through his shirt. A look of seriousness crossed St. Michael. He was clearly overcome with excitement, but at the same time struggling with guilt…
