The rest area on the Idaho freeway was packed with buses. It was 1981, and scouts from all over the west were on their way to summer camp. This was the last bathroom break before the 2 hour trek into the mountains, so hundreds of boys, bladders full of soda were taking the opportunity to make room for more.

13 year old Luke Jones was the first of his troop to make it to the restroom. He had to go bad and had barely waited for the door of his bus to open to race ahead of everyone else. After taking a nice long piss, he paused at the mirror to look at himself and adjust his uniform. Secretly ashamed that he had to accept it second hand from his scoutmaster, he did his best to make sure he looked as sharp as possible in it. After all, he was a newly appointed patrol leader! The scouts had just come out with a new uniform this year, but only a few of the guys from his troop had it yet. So at least for now he didn't stand out, eh thought as he pulled his medium green knee socks up and adjusted his the green garter tabs that held them up. Then making sure his red beret was squarely adjusted over his mop of red hair, he headed out the exit door to walk around a bit before getting back on the bus.

As he walked by a tree, he saw a scout master from another troop along with an older looking scout fiddling with some camping gear in large enclosed trailer with a big scout emblem on it, behind a black van with big orange stripes on it. He noticed that the older boy, who looked about 15 or 16 was an explorer scout, judging from the dark green uniform shirt and red garter tabs holding up his socks. Luke had never seen their patches before, but he knew there were troops from all over going to this camp. They appeared to be struggling with something in the back of the trailer.

The adult leader, dressed in the scoutmaster uniform similar to that of the boy, but with long pants, saw Luke and asked waved him over, "Hey scout, could you lend us a hand real quick?"

"Sure no, problem sir," Luke replied, always respectful of authority.

"If you could just get up into the front of the trailer, the rope has come loose and neither of us I can fit up there," the scoutmaster chuckled.

Luke said, "No problem sir", Luke hopped up into the trailer, and the scoutmaster, making sure no one had paid attention to them nodded to the explorer scout and , hopped in right behind Luke. The older scout kept a look out, while his father, the scoutmaster followed the unsuspecting boy scout into the depth of the trailer. Luke was peering into the darkness of the cramped trailer when a foul tasting rag when over his mouth and he felt a sharp pain on his bare thigh. He struggled for a minute, then everything went black.

10 minutes later, just as the scoutmaster and his son, the explorer scout, were closing up the rear door of the trailer and getting ready to leave, the explorer scout nodded at his father as he saw another group of scouts, or rather a group of three older scouts making fun of a younger. The biggest boy yanked the younger scouts shorts down to his ankles then pulled the small scout's cap over his face, and then they ran away laughing, leaving the small boy alone and humiliated on that side of the rest room.

It was a split second decision. The scoutmaster already had what he and his son had come for, but this could be two for the price of one. He nodded to the explorer motioning with his head at the van.

The explorer Scout was named Bryan and he had just turned 16 years of age. He was tan, with jet black hair, had green eyes, and stood a tall for his age 5 foot 8. He weighed in at 145 lbs, and was developing nicely for a boy his age, the tight scout uniform shorts he wore showing off his bubble but very nicely. Bryan nodded understanding and headed over to the young blond scout, desperately pulling up his shorts.

"Hey scout, let me help you, I will talk to your scoutmaster about those older boys."

Newly 12 year old Gage Powers was trying unsuccessfully to hold back his tears. He wished he was anywhere else but here. He hated the scouts, and was only there because his mother insisted on him being a member. It was a square to fill on her idea of the perfect young gentleman to become an eagle scout. The fact that he was small for his age, delicate looking and bookish, did nothing to dissuade his mother. They were an old powerful family in their town, and since his dad died when he was only 2, he was the main object of his mothers attention.

He was in between 6th and 7th grade that summer, and already nervous enough about starting junior high that coming fall when his mother dragged him to the store in town and outfitted him in a completely brand new scout uniform from head to toe, and announced he was joining the troop. So over his protests, he showed up earlier that month in his brand new uniform, looking like the tenderfoot he was to the otherwise tight knit group of scouts. The other boys took an immediately dislike to the wealthy newcomer, but under the orders of the scoutmaster, had done their best to get the new kid ready for the upcoming 2 week summer camp.

He had tried to put up with the shenanigans on the bus trip to the state park, being picked on and made fun of for his brand new uniform and expensive gear that none of the other boys had, but by the time they got to the rest area, he was wining to the scoutmaster for the other boys to "quit it!" which of course caused the older boys a rebuke. They had just taken their revenge on the four and a half foot tall, 75 lb blond scout, outside the restroom, when the nicer acting older boy offered to help the boy get squared away in his dad's van.

Gage wasn't really thinking when he walked toward the van and didn't even have time to react when he was pushed from behind into the van as the older boy hopped in and closed the door behind him. The explorer scout held Gage down and jammed his hand over his mouth. The young scout struggled, but he was no match for the older bigger boy. Tears were streaming when he saw the large scoutmaster place his hand around his throat and pressed a rag to his nose with the other. The explorer scout removed his hand allowing the rag to smother the struggling waif completely. That's the last thing Gage remembered before passing out.

The van with the trailer was pulling back onto the interstate just as two separate groups of scouts started looking for the boys missing from their troops at the rest area. By the time the police were called, the van had already exited the freeway and was heading north on a rural road. The only evidence of the two missing scouts, was the brand new, still flat, uniform baseball hat with the initials G.A. neatly printed on the inside, that had been found laying in the gutter of the parking lot.

When the scoutmaster was sure they were well away from any prying eyes, he pulled the van over and told his son to get in the back with him. He quickly took some rope and tied the blond boys hands and feet together pulling the limp limbs together into a hog tie. Opening his bag, he pulled out a syringe and a bottle containing a strong sedative.

While Bryan rubbed a cotton ball soaked in alcohol over Gage's exposed smooth upper thigh, the Scoutmaster drew the proper amount of sedative to keep the smallish teen out for at least 12 hours, he put the needle against the area his son has just cleaned, just below the hem of Gage's uniform shorts and plunged it in. His ran his hand up and down the smooth pale skin of the unconscious youth and his cock was immediately straining for relief, but he had a lot to do quickly. He caught his son Bryan stroking his own cock through his tight olive drab shorts while watching his dad work.

"Not now boy, I warned you about fucking around. Do I need to get the cock cage?"

Bryan quickly let go of his dick. "No sir, sorry sir, but shit! Two beautiful boys for our new troop!"

"It was an opportunity we couldn't pass up, I admit, but watch your mouth boy, just because we have two tenderfoots to train instead of the one we planned on, doesn't mean you are immune from punishment, and don't forget it. Now get out of that uniform, get dressed and take the stripes off the van."

"Yes sir, sorry sir," the excited teen replied as he started stripping off the scout uniform, exchanging it for a very worn pair of denim cutoff shorts, white tube socks with blue stripes at the top and an old Star Wars T shirt. Soon he looked like any other 16 year old boy of that era, including his long jet black hair that hung in his eyes.

Taking a look around to make sure no other cars were around, the Scoutmaster went to the trailer and opened the back door, then returned and grabbed the unconscious blond boy and easily carried him into the trailer, depositing him down next to the slightly larger still very cute red headed boy. He and his son had only planned on one boy, but the little blond was so cute, and the opportunity was there, so now they had two. All the more fun! He quickly got another dose of the sedative ready, a little larger for the older red headed boy, and plunged it into Luke's freckled thigh, before hogtying him as well. He arranged both boys on their sides facing each other, before covering each boy's head with a burlap sack. He then arranged all his camping gear over the two, so that they were covered, but not smothered by it.

Only after all that did he remove the fake beard and mustache, along with the wig he wore to disguise himself from any possible witnesses. He took off the scoutmaster shirt as well and placed it along with Bryan's uniform with the boys. Next he helped Bryan remove all the scouting emblems from the trailer, and the large stick on stripes from his van. The last chore was removing the stolen license plates from his vehicles and to replace them with his own Canadian plates. Four hours, and 250 miles later in Montana, he tossed all the evidence in several different gas station trash cans, topped of the van and started the last leg of their journey north back to his remote ranch in the Canadian Rockies.

It was two am. as the van approached the remote boarder crossing. The Scoutmaster pulled into a secluded spot so they could take a piss and check on their cargo. He and his son pulled the sacks off of their heads and saw that both boys were still out cold and breathing normally. He was glad both boys has just pissed when they grabbed them, so for now at least they hadn't wet themselves. Looking at them with his flashlight, his cock swelled again in his jeans.

"Okay boy, we have some time to kill." To relieve the tension, the Scoutmaster allowed himself to unzip his fly, freeing his 7 inch fatty. The six foot 200 pound ex Special Forces officer quickly stroked it to its full size. He looked at his son, who was licking his lips staring at the two unconscious boys, "Go ahead Scout, take yours out." He said huskily. "As a matter of fact, get out of the shorts and shirt, pronto!"

"Yes Sir!" Bryan answered enthusiastically as he unbuttoned the fly of his small tight shorts, then peeled them along with the tiny bikini briefs that his dad always made him wear down around his feet, stepping out of them then adding his shirt to the pile. he now stood in front of his father wearing just his tube socks and sneakers (Converse canvas high tops), his uncut six inch cock proudly sticking straight out from under his jet black bush, which was trimmed to an exact one inch square, according to his fathers exacting specifications for his appearance.

Staring down at the two bound boys in their uniforms, the Scoutmaster thought of all the fun he and his boy would have with these two and the money he could make selling the pictures to his European contacts. Ever sine he was a scout himself, he had been attracted to boys in uniforms, especially uniforms with proper short pants and knee socks. He was so proud when Bryan put on his first cub scout uniform, and he volunteered immediately to help with the pack and all those wonderful boys!

"On your knees and get to work Scout, we don't have all night!" he ordered his son.

"Yes Scoutmaster! " answered the nearly naked boy as he knelt between his fathers spread legs. Keeping his hands behind his back as we was trained, he took his father, the Scoutmaster's, cock into his mouth and started sucking on it.

John Hart grabbed his son's head and pulled it onto his cock as he thought of his days in scouts and then as a young scout leader…If only that bitch's kid could have played along and kept his mouth shut. He ruined everything! To avoid a scandal, he agreed to quit and pull Bryan out of scouts. Before anyone could talk further, he packed up his family and moved them out of the country to his Canadian grandfathers ranch in rural British Columbia. His young wife couldn't' take the remoteness and killed herself soon after. That left John alone to raise Bryan in the rugged Canadian wilderness. It suited him fine, and that's when he created his own scout troop with just him and his son. He trained the boy well, as was evidence by the excellent blow job he was receiving, but he was getting older. While he would love his son to the day he died, but he knew that eventually he would not be attracted to sexually. Also, he needed Bryan to develop some leadership skills before he shipped him off the Army when he would be of age. They needed a new younger scout to train.

This time there would be on one to tell…He had a free hand to train the scouts the way he wanted…He looked into the trailer at the blond and the redhead, tied tightly in bondage in their uniforms… He pulled his sons head by his hair strangling the boy on his cock until it erupted in a powerful orgasm. Bryan had to grab his dad's legs and fight for air as he almost drowned on the load of cum being shot down his throat. Realizing this, John let go of his son's head, allowing the youngster to swallow almost all of his load, with one long string of cum spilling out and down on his boy's tanned naked chest. He wiped his oozing cock all over his sons face, before stuffing his cock back in his jeans. He saw that his sons cock head was fully exposed and dripping pre cum.

"On your back, legs in the air like a bitch, with two fingers in your ass. You have to last 60 seconds, or I get the belt," The scoutmaster ordered.

"Yes sir!," Bryan answered, terrified and excited at the same time. He wanted to get off badly, but was doubtful he could last that long. Still, he followed his orders immediately, ignoring the discomfort of laying down naked on his back on the ground. He raised his legs as high as he could, exposing his scout pussy, as his father liked to call it, to the man who had controlled his entire life. The white of his tube socks shown brightly in the moonlight, contrasting with his well tanned upper thighs and pale butt, where he placed his fingers, lubed only by his own mouth, looking for the nod from his dad.

The scoutmaster looked at his watch, and said, "Begin."

Bryan closed his eyes and eased first one, then the second of his fingers into his ass. He was well practiced at this, and could take much bigger things, as his dad's cock certainly was, but being out in the open like this was unique. He started fucking himself with his fingers, trying not to think of everything that he would get to do with the new boys. How would they behave? Would they like him eventually? Would he actually get to fuck one of them ? He wanted to humiliate them, like the scouts had humiliated his dad. It was their fault that his mom committed suicide after all…He wondered if the little one had pubes yet, and what the red head's bush would look like, especially after he got at it with a razor! Without even touching his cock, it erupted a huge load of 16 year old boy spunk all over his chest and face, even getting some in his hair. His legs dropped to the damp ground while his orgasm subsided, his cock still spasming once or twice more before finally complete draining his boy balls.

The Scoutmaster looked at his watch…55 seconds, not too bad. "Pretty good boy, but you didn't' make it. Punishment when we get home, for now, clean yourself off with those sacks, then put them back over their heads.

Weak kneed, Bryan got up and, used the bags to clean off his dick, chest face and hair before placing them back over Luke and Gage's heads, and arranging the gear back over them. The Scoutmaster looked at his watch; it was time to cross. He closed the trailer and they got back van, pulled back onto the rural highway and drove to the border.

Since his dad was a Canadian and his mom American, he had dual citizenship and although he himself was raised in the states, he had spent many summers in his youth with his grandfather on the remote ranch that he now owned. He took Bryan fishing down in the states every couple of months, visiting a friend of his that had mutual interests in Montana, so the boarder guards on both sides were used to him cross all the time, so when he pulled up to the Canadian border guard, they barely gave his van or trailer a second glance as they waved him and his son in. They'd asked how they were biting and made some more small talk before routinely looking at his drivers license and waiving him through. They hadn't even heard yet of the growing search for two missing boy scouts down in Idaho.

Once clear of the border crossing, both father and son breathed a sigh of relief and settled in for the three hour remaining drive into the Canadian Rockies. At the ranch, the Scoutmaster and his Explorer scout had spent the last year renovating and customizing John's grandfather's old underground bomb shelter into a very customized and special scout training hut. Two boys, unconscious in the back of the trailer, were about to start a new life of perverted sexual scout slavery, that neither cold have remotely imagined when they donned their uniforms that morning.