Sunshine Days - Chapter 30
Pastor Durham stroked himself as he went down on Eddie, sucking his cock and listening to their heated moans and deep breaths. He was so caught up in their own noise that he didn't notice the soft, sharp, whining noise coming from the doorway. Or that the door had opened up a little wider and a couple of boys were crouching in the darkness. If he had heard the noise, he would have realized that it was the sound of a Polaroid camera charging up its flash.
"What was that?" Eddie said, interrupting the fox's blowjob.
Durham pulled up from Eddie lap and asked. "What was wha-?"
He was cut off as someone shined a flashlight into the room, followed by an even brighter flash of light.
CLICK! Wssssh...
Durham froze completely, his muzzle an inch away from the bear's hard erection. He felt his whole world washing cold and grey for a terrifying moment, knowing he'd finally been caught.
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Vince quickly grabbed the photo and started shaking it firmly, waiting for the flash to reload on the camera. Jamie held the flashlight, pointing it at the naked bear and fox. But he was looking at Vince, looking at him with panicky, impatient eyes. Vince mouthed the words. 'I'm trying!' as the camera took forever to finish reloading.
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When Durham finally came to his senses, he got up quickly and looked for his pants. He turned and held his paw over his eyes, trying to see who it was who the intruders where through the glare of the flashlight. He could hear them moving around but not talking.
"Who's there?" He called out, realizing that was a mistake very quickly. If one of the other Leader's woke up and found him and Eddie in their compromising situation...Well, quite frankly it seemed like he was already in a bit of trouble with whoever these thugs were. He had a vague idea of who it might be though.
Another bright flash illuminated the room as the camera went off again.
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As Durham struggled to get into his pants, Jaime pulled the door shut and began to hammer in the door wedges with his fists. They made a hasty retreat back outside where a wide-eyed Jonathan and an eager David were waiting for them.
Without wasting a single moment, Vince thrust Jonathan and David each a Polaroid photo and uttered one word: "Run."
And just like that, they split and ran separate ways. Jamie and Vince ran back to their cabin while David and Jonathan raced all the way back across camp to theirs.
Jonathan's heart was going at a hundred beats a minute. He could feel it pounding in his head halfway across the camp and he could also feel his asthma starting to tighten its painful grip around his lungs.
David skidded around the corner of the Main Lodge, tugging Jonathan by the arm as they slipped into the shadow of the building. Their cabin was just ahead of them, all they needed to do was run across the Commons to get to it. Casting a cautious glance over his shoulder at the Leader's Cabin and seeing that none of the lights were on and no one had yet emerged from the building, David held on to Jonathan's paw with a tight grip as they nearly sprinted across the Commons, dodging benches and tetherball poles until they'd reached the side of their cabin and hid in the darkness.
Jonathan was wheezing quite badly by then, his whole body aching on top of his burning, strangled lungs. He pulled out his inhaler and took a couple hits of it while David peeked around the corner to see if anything was happening at the Leader's Cabin.
No lights, no noise.
They waited just a little longer, keeping an eye on the cabin while Jonathan calmed himself down and got his breathing back to normal. David took Jonathan by the paw again, helping him to his feet and giving his forehead a kiss before quickly escorting him back into the safety of their cabin.
Inside, David peered out the window to see if anyone had come out of the cabin yet or if any lights were on. Oddly enough, it still looked completely placid and undisturbed.
They crept back towards their bunks and began to get undressed and ready for bed. Before Jonathan crawled up into his bed, they sat on David's and held the photos under a flashlight. They both had to stifle their giggles at what they saw.
In one photo, Durham was on his knees, his open muzzle just inches away from Eddie's cock. Both men's expressions where comical; looking shocked and surprised at the intrusion on their privacy. The second picture was just as amusing with Eddie looking stunned off into the distance while a beet-faced Pastor was desperately trying to get back into his clothes.
They each took a photo and hid them inside their pillowcases. They shared one final kiss before retiring for the evening. Jonathan fell asleep almost instantly.
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Neither Durham nor Eddie went looking for the ones who took the pictures of them that night. Durham had managed to get dressed in the dark and had struggled to open the door. Eddie paced back and forth with his palms pressed to the sides of his head.
"My wife's going to murder me..." Eddie moaned.
"Shut up, would you?" Durham snapped at him. He studied the door. There was no way he'd be able to get it open without waking someone up. He'd have to take an alternate and unconventional method to get out of his office that night.
After some struggling on Durham's part, they managed to climb out of the window behind the building and head back around to the front. They mutually agreed not to make a huge deal of it that night and that they'd deal with whatever happened in the morning. They retired to bed as well, keeping quiet.
Unlike Jonathan, Durham did not sleep very well that night.
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The next day, Vince sat on the edge of his bunk looking a lot less energetic than he had the night before. There was a look of grim concentration on his face, his eyes far away but his brain sharp with focus. The adrenaline from the night before was just about gone, with just enough left to get him through that day's task. He was nervous instead of excited.
In his paws he held a manila folder. Even though he felt nervous he handled the folder with delicate care. He held it carefully, making sure not to crease, bend, or drop any of the contents from it. He also made sure that it never left his sight for even a minute.
David and Jonathan sat across from him, both looking quite worried as well. He gave Jonathan a reassuring smile and said, "Don't worry, little cuz. Everything's going to be fine."
As if on command, Leader Lars appeared in the doorway of the cabin and said, "Vince?"
Vince turned his head, looking over his shoulder.
"Pastor Durham would like to speak to you in his office."
Vince flashed his cousin and friend a grin before getting up and heading for the door. He didn't need to be escorted but Lars followed behind him regardless, making sure he didn't detour on the way to the office. He walked upright, keeping his shoulders back and his head up, striding with confidence.
When they made it to Durham's office, Vince opened the door while Lars dismissed himself to go back to whatever it was he was doing before.
The tired and harried fox looked up as Vince came in, tightening his lips.
"Have a seat."
"I'd rather stand, if you don't mind," Vince said, feeling like he was in a movie. He kept his tall stance, even putting on a lightly cocky smile. His paws trembled lightly as they held the manila folder.
Durham regarded him coldly before adding, "Do you know why I called you here, Mr. Mitchell?"
Keeping his cool, Vince responded, "I know why I'm here. But do you know why I'm here?"
"Don't play games with me," Durham responded, sitting forward and glaring at the teen, "I know it was you who broke in last night and took those pictures."
Vince grinned wide enough to show the points of his fangs. "Yes sir."
Their eyes met one another's, locked in a tense staring contest. Vince knew Durham was looking for any sign of weakness. He kept a cool, smug grin on his face and tried hard not to show how scared and energized he felt on the inside. The end of his tail wanted to twitch but he did the very best he could not to let it. Meanwhile Durham looked haggard but not yet defeated. There was a fiery anger blazing in his eyes, seething and furious but controlled as well.
Durham leaned forward, going first, "Are you planning to try and blackmail me, Mr. Mitchell?"
Vince blinked in spite of himself but he kept his head up and his spry grin. "That's..." He gulped a little. "That's an awful strong word, Mr. Durham. I like to think of this as more of a compromise."
Durham raised an eyebrow.
Vince stepped forward and presented the folder to him. The elder fox regarded him with a dubious look, cautiously taking the folder from him. Vince continued to watch him, eager to see the look on the pastor's face when he saw what was inside.
Durham opened the folder. Sitting atop the small stack of papers was, of course, a Polaroid taken from the night before. On it was a naked Durham and a partially naked Eddie in his shoes and socks. Eddie looked paralyzed in place, leaning against the desk with his eyes wide with shock. Durham was frozen in mid scramble, frantically trying to get up from off the floor. The timing of the photograph was perfect despite the conditions. He could even see a string of precum and saliva still hanging from the vulpine's lip.
Vince saw the fox's face harden in helpless anger and agitation.
"There were two flashes..." Durham said.
"I've got the other photo. It's in a safe place." He felt powerful as he said that. He had control over Durham and they both knew it. He wondered what Durham was thinking in those moments, wishing he could relish those thoughts.
Durham set the picture aside and turned his attention towards the other documents in the folder. Vince saw his brow furrow in concentration, his eyes scanning over the first page before widening and his mouth dropping open. It was almost identical to the same expression he had in the picture.
He flipped through several pages, his paws starting to tremble. There were receipts and bank statements belonging to Durham, or rather Durham's alias 'Max Cameron', detailing evidence that he'd been embezzling money out of the church's discretionary fund account. The receipts were for everything from new clothes and expensive watches to lavish hotel rooms and male prostitutes. There were even black and white photographs that were taken by private investigators of Durham being escorted into hotels by handsome males who were clearly there to do more than help carry his luggage to his room.
He could see Durham shaking with barely concealed rage. "Who...Who gave you these?" He asked, bewildered.
"Does it matter who gave them to me?" Vince asked, sounding mockingly pleasant. "I think what matters is that I'm not the only one who knows about your little transgressions. And unless you want these going out with the next church newsletter or going to every news station in the area, we're going to come up with a compromise together."
"You're....you're blackmailing me!" Durham said, sounding outraged.
Vince's smile stayed the same. "Really? Are you going to pretend that you didn't have Avery beat up my little cousin and threaten him with photos, just so you can shut down the Shindig?" He chuckled. "You know what they say, Mr. Durham...an eye for an eye."
The fox was breathing through his nose like a bull, his eyes unfocused and angry. Vince saw him gripping the Polaroid in a shaking paw.
"You can tear them up if it'll help you feel better. But believe me when I say that these..." He said, leaning forward and tapping the documents, "Aren't the original copies." He knew he should have stopped there, realizing that he was basically just teasing the man now.
Durham looked him in the eye, glaring. "What is it you want?"
Vince smirked and swayed his tail. "Like I said before, I want to make a compromise. You do something for us and we'll in turn do something for you."
Durham narrowed his eyes.
"Neither of us wants to get in trouble, do we? I don't want to get in trouble...I don't want my friends or little cousin getting in trouble either. And I bet you certainly don't want to see this picture all over the front page of the Redding Journal." He said, meeting the fox's intense gaze with restrained glee. "That's why I propose that we meet halfway. We won't tell anyone about your embezzlement and gay affairs and you won't tell any of our parents about our involvement with the Shindig. And in exchange for letting us have one last Shindig..."
Durham cut him off, "Now hold o-"
"Let me finish." Vince snapped, showing anger of his own for the first time. He was getting worked up as well. "I was saying, in exchange for letting us have one last Shindig, we will no longer hold any more parties or meetups here, anymore. This will be the LAST Shindig. Understood?"
Durham continued to glower at him, not saying anything.
Feeling a little more heated, Vince leaned down and glared right back, "I think it's a fairly considerate deal, Mr. Durham. Considering that you had one of Avery's thugs nearly break my little cousin's muzzle."
"Do I really have a choice?" Durham asked coldly.
Vince shook his head. "If you stop this Shindig from happening, or if you call our parents and get us all in trouble, this...ALL of this...will come crashing back down on your fucking head. So no. You really don't have a choice."
Vince stood back up, trying to calm himself back down. He knew he was starting to get ahead of himself. He clearly had the upper hand in the deal but he was allowing his anger over the injustice that happened to Jonathan to take over.
"Let us have this for one last time. Nobody loses and everyone goes home, okay?"
Durham was quiet for a moment, looking up at Vince with a heavy, stoic expression. Tired and defeated, he responded. "I see no other option other than the terms I've been given. That's it...you win. Evil will prevail here in this camp."
Vince didn't smile. He didn't feel any celebratory joy in his chest or revel in the pleasure of bending Durham over a barrel. In that moment, he felt unclean.
Vince turned to leave when Durham spoke up. His voice was lower and wavering as he asked, "Vince...who gave you these? Who has it out for me that they'd use a child to do their dirty work?"
Vince turned back to face Durham. He ignored the blatant hypocrisy and said. "Someone who's been watching you for a long time. Someone in the church who isn't happy about how you're spending their money. I suggest you start making good with some of the people you work with, Mr. Durham. You should probably also watch what you do. You're not as secretive as you think you are."
And with that, Vince left Durham's office and closed the door behind him.