Scout65

The Scoutmaster

Chapter 1

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, he 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 scoutmaster 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.

Ten 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 [1.73 m]. He weighed in at 145 lbs [66 kg], 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 mother's 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 two 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 [1.37 m] tall, 75 lb [34 kg] 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 boy's 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 [400 km] 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 a.m. 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 [18 cm] fatty. The six foot [1.80 m] 200 pound [90 kg] 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 [15 cm] cock proudly sticking straight out from under his jet black bush, which was trimmed to an exact one inch [2½ cm] 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 3; 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 grandfather's 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 3; He had a free hand to train the scouts the way he wanted 3; He looked into the trailer at the blond and the redhead, tied tightly in bondage in their uniforms 3; 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 3; 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 3; 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 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 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 Bryn 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 in 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.

Chapter 2

He pulled the van up to their barn, then carefully backed the trailer back up to the entrance. Once they got out, he had Bryan open the door leading down to the 'scout hut', which was in a stall in the barn. John was thankful that his grandpa had a bit of cold war hysteria when he built the place years ago, and basically had the a room basically the whole area of the barn built underneath the structure, with full plumbing and power, both on the grid and it's own generator. He quickly unloaded all the old camping gear from the trailer, revealing the two hooded scouts, who were both still soundly out. He had Bryan bring over a military stretcher he had picked up at surplus years ago, and cut the hog tie rope on Gage, but the small boy's legs and wrists remained tied while they strapped him to the litter and carried him down stairs into his new home.

They quickly dumped him on the lone bed they had set up in the cell that they had constructed, and headed back upstairs. "We will have to add another cot in the cell and add some more chains," John told Bryan. "For now they can share the bed."

They quickly cut Luke's hogtie and carried him down the stairs as well. Instead of dumping him in the cell however, they laid him out flat the large flat wooden table in the center of the room. John cut all the ropes off of Luke and he had Bryan pulled his arms up over his head, so that he was laying on his back stretched out. He removed the sack covering his head.

"Get the clipboard boy," John ordered his son, and got a cloth tape measure from one of the many cupboards full of all kinds of different items. He quickly started taking measurements of limp boy and reading them off to his son. "Height, 61 inches [1.55 m], waist, 24 and half inches [62 cm], inseam" he couldn't resist of feel of the boy's cock through his shorts as he ran the tape down the inside of Luke's thigh down to his well worn sneaker. John noticed the kid had on those new fangled nylon sneakers that all the kids were wearing now. Size 8 he noticed. Not for long for this one, he thought. They will both have proper uniform shoes soon. "Inseam is 28 inches [71 cm], shorts will be 9 inches [23 cm] to start with." He then measured his arm length, head circumference, neck and chest size.

He needed these measurements for the custom clothing that he and Bryan would create for his new scouts. Some he could buy or mail order, but some things he would just have to do himself. He had learned to sew in the Army as a parachute rigger, and after his wife died, he made sure that Bryan started to learn as soon as he was old enough to operate a sewing machine.

John went into the cell and easily lifted the smaller boy up and over his shoulder, then carrying him and placing him down next to Luke on the table. He cut the ropes binding Gage and stretched him out next to Luke, tossing the sack that had covered his head aside. The contrast was large. The older boy had the old style uniform, and while it was neat and clean, he cold tell it was well worn. The smaller kid, looked like an ad from the boy scout catalog. He had the khaki shirt, and the shorter shorts with cargo pockets, as well as the new style uniform socks with the bright red band on the top, compared to the collarless short sleeve shirt and all green socks held up by the more traditional garters that the red head was wearing. Blondie was wearing brand new hiking shoes. He also noticed that the only badges on his shirt were his troop and patrol markings, no rank or anything else. He was brand new, as compared to the other boy's patrol leader markings and other insignia marking various accomplishments.

He took Gage's measurements, calling them out as before to Bryan, who wrote them down on the clipboard. 54 inches [1.37 m] tall with a 23 and half inch [59.5 cm] waist with a 26 inch [66 cm] inseam for pants, 7 inches [18 cm] for shorts. He had size 6 feet. After he was satisfied with the preliminary measurements, he stared at the two boys while he contemplated the next move. His original plan being for only one boy, having two now changed things.

"Get me a catheter out of the cabinet Bryan and a bedside urinal, their bladders are probably very full." He told his son while he started digging through the boy's pockets, retrieving a wallet from each.

"Just one Sir?"

"Yes, I want the little one here," pointing to Gage, "to have an accident. We are going to have some fun."

Smiling, Gage nodded and went to retrieve the one time use catheter and bag from the well stocked medicine cabinet, while John went through the contents of each boy's wallet. So the redhead's name was Luke Jones. he discovered from his junior high school student ID card and public library card. 13 years and 3 months old, would have started 8th grade this year. Oh well, he will learn more from me than any school he thought.

Next was little blondie's wallet, which like everything else he wore looked brand new, as well as quite expensive. It surprising had a crisp 20 dollar bill in it, (which was a large amount of money for a boy in 1981) and a small card with his typed name and address in it. Gage Powers the III, according to his school ID. Just 12 this past month and graduated sixth grade. Well little Gage, thought John, it looks as if have been fed with a silver spoon; not anymore, he thought.

Just then Bryan returned with the catheter and a box of hospital gloves. "The redhead is named Luke, and the little one is Gage. It looks as if Gage is a bit spoiled judging by his clothes, and this," holding up the boy's wrist, that had a very expensive digital watch, then letting it fall, "while Luke here is wearing a second hand uniform apparently. Undo Luke's belt and get his cock out, were going to drain him. His hands shaking with excitement, Bryan undid the brass belt buckle of Luke's belt and unclasped the shorts. His own cock was growing in his tight cut offs as he gazed upon the red head's white briefs. He reached inside and pulled out the kids soft circumcised penis pulling the waistband of his briefs down under the boy's balls revealing a 3 inch [7½ cm] soft dick under a small but full patch of red pubic hair. He even had a few freckles on his dick, Bryan noticed. He licked his lips, wondering if a boy cock tasted different than his dad's or the other men he had sucked off in his life.

John noticed his boy staring at Luke's revealed private area and cuffed him on the ear. "Not now Scout! Focus! Now put some gloves on and get the catheter ready. You are going to do him while he is still out. We don't have much time.

Brought back to the present by his Dad's painful reminder, he pulled a pair of gloves on as did his father. He had been made to do this to himself for over a year now, but it was different doing it on another boy. Just holding Luke's cock in his gloved hand was almost more than his own cock could bare, but knowing he would be severely punished if he screwed this up, he carefully followed the correct procedure, taking the lubed tip of the catheter and slowly inserting it into the boy's urethra. Luke didn't budge, still totally out as the catheter slowly entered his bladder. Bryan smiled when he saw the flow of urine start to flow, and quickly set it up to drain into the plastic urinal.

"Good job scout, keep it in until the flow stops," John said, proud that his son got it right on the first try. After draining almost 200ml of urine into the bottle, Luke's bladder was apparently empty, and Bryan, looking at his dad for approval, slowly removed the catheter. That was the first time that Luke moaned and started to move.

"Quick son, get the wheelchair over here. They will both be waking up soon." John said, while he lifted Gage back up over his shoulder and returned the boy to the bed in the cell, placing him on his back. The bed was an old military cot, with a sturdy metal frame and a thin mattress on top of a wire spring frame. In the process of building the scout hut, John had taught his son to weld, and one of the projects was welding irons to each end of the bed. He stretched the small boy out on the cot in an "X" restraining his wrists and ankles with leather cuffs that were attached via heavy chain at each corner. He wasn't planning on such a short boy, so Gage was stretched pretty tightly on his back. John next took off the boy's bright blue neckerchief, tied a knot in the middle placing the knot in the boy's mouth, careful to keep his tongue underneath it, and tight it tightly around his head, gagging the boy. He placed a pillow under his head, so that when he woke, Gage could see his feet, and left him their to return to the table where Bryan was waiting with an old hospital wheelchair that they had modified with leather restraints.

With his son's help, John got Luke, who was now starting to moan, into a seated position in the wheelchair, placing his feet on the footrests (which they had welded permanently in place at a wide angle, so that whoever was in the chair would be sitting with their legs spread wide), before doing the same to his arms and wrists on the chairs armrests. He had Bryan practice his knot tying skills by further restraining the youngster with several wraps of rope under his arms and around his chest to the back of the chair, so slouching would be impossible. Luke was starting to come to, his head now moving about and moaning. John quickly took the yellow neckerchief from around Luke's neck, knotted it and gagged him just as he had to Gage. He then wheeled the boy into the cell and locked the wheels of the chair, leaving him facing the back of the cell and directly in front of the floor length mirror that was located there. He took the boy's red beret and made sure to place it perfectly on his shaggy red hair, and then turned on a baby monitor that he had mounted high on the wall of the cell, next to the closed circuit TV camera that was also there. He checked each boy's restraints one last time and exited the small cell.

John closed the cell door then, ensuring it was locked, then turning to Bryan. "Come on boy, we need some rest before the next phase, and I want to get you ready for our first meeting after they wake up."

"Yes sir," Bryan replied, following his dad up the stairs. Both father and son were sporting painful erections at the anticipation of what was to come. The scoutmaster turned off all the lights in the room, save one dim bulb that illuminated the cell, the climbed out into the barn, slamming the hatch to the room shut and locking it.

Through the fog in his brain, Luke thought he heard a door slam. What was going on? He was going to camp today 3; My head hurts, my mouth tastes awful. What's in my mouth, why can't I close it? His eyes snapped open, and Luke woke up looking at himself tied to the wheelchair, still in his full uniform with his neckerchief gagging him. He saw in the mirror that he was in some kind of jail cell and wondered what the heck was going on. He screamed into his gag and struggled against his bonds trying to break free. This went on for several minutes until he gave up, exhausted, and finding that he was secured extremely tightly to the chair. He was trying his best not to cry and to figure out what had happened and where he was. It was coming back to him, had had to pee badly and ran ahead of everyone else, then went to help out that scoutmaster and the other boy scout. That's all he could remember. Something happened in that trailer. He was so caught up in his own plight that it took several minutes for him to realize that he wasn't alone in this cell. He saw for the first time, another boy scout, not from his troop tied down to a bed on his left. That kid was starting to moan softly and move around.

Gage felt something weird in his mouth. He tried to close it but couldn't and when he tried to feel what was in it, he woke up fully realizing he couldn't move his arms or legs. He found himself looking out of some kind of jail, and his ankles were chained to the bed. At first he thought it was another trick by the older bullies in his troop, but then quickly realize there is no way they could do something like this to him. He struggled and yelled into his gag and just like Luke, found out quickly that that was useless. He was starting to panic, and tears welled in his eyes when he looked to his right and gasped into his gag. There was another scout, in an old uniform with troop markings he didn't recognize, tied to a wheelchair facing the back wall. He locked eyes with the other boy, who was bigger and older looking that him, and tried to yell though the gag, but quickly realized the other boy was gagged as well, so communicating was impossible for the moment. What the hell was going on? When my mom finds out about this, people will pay, was the first thought through his head. The second thought was that he had to pee really really bad.

He placed his head back on the pillow and tried to think. He was crying when that explorer scout said he would help him. He then remembered that the boy held him down in the van when that awful smelling stuff made him black out. He had been kidnapped! But why? His mother's money? That must be it, he thought. God I have to pee!

Luke watched the younger scout, god he had no badges at all on his uniform, a total tenderfoot, he thought, struggle briefly before starting to cry and lay back. He tried once more to talk, but found that the gag made it totally useless, plus his neck was hurting trying to look over toward him all the time. He glanced back at himself in the mirror, but that frightened him as well. Whoever did this to them was dangerous he thought, and he couldn't figure out why he had been kidnapped. He was also slightly embarrassed that even in his situation, he had a sort of tingly feeling that he used to get when he was slightly younger playing 'tie up' games in cub scouts and such. He looked back over when he heard the younger kid start to cry in earnest. He then saw why.

Gage had held out as long as he could. He tried relaxing and thinking about anything else he could, but finally his bladder betrayed his will, and the piss started flowing. He laid on his back and started crying at frustration and humiliation as felt first his underpants, then his shorts, then the rough woolen blanket he was laying on start to soak up with warm liquid draining out of his penis (he actually thought in terms like that, his mother always insisting on not using slang of any kind). He wanted to go home. He wanted his mother.

Luke momentarily forgot about his own problems when he saw the wet spot start then grow on the poor kids uniform. At the same time he was glad he didn't have to pee and wondered how long they had been out, and where they were. He was scared but also getting mad. How could they do this to them? Who are they? He started screaming into the gag until he heard a tinny voice come out of a speaker high on the wall.

"Scouts, stop trying to talk. Failure to do as your told will result in quick and severe punishment. You have been warned." The speaker went dead. The voice terrified Gage, and Luke looked up and saw the small radio looking thing right next to the camera that had a small red light. He then realized that they were being watched and listened too. He wanted to scream at the camera, but the voice sounded ominous, and he realized he could do nothing. The warming about punishment also scared him, so for the time being he relaxed. Boy was he thirsty!

In the den of the main house, John smiled at his son as they watched the reaction of Luke on the small black and white TV that was hooked up to the camera in the cell. "That should keep them thinking for a while. Now you get out in the kitchen and get my barber kit, you are going to loose that punk hairstyle."

"Yes sir," Bryan said dejectedly. He had finally been allowed to grow his hair like all the other kids in town, but only for this operation. John had wanted to make sure that in case of any witnesses, they would blend in as well as possible. Otherwise, he believed boys should look like boys did when he was a boy, fashion trends be dammed. No son of his would look like a dammed girl!

When he got to the kitchen, he smiled as he saw that Bryan was waiting for him, sitting on his chair next to the table where the clippers and scissors were neatly laid out. He was sitting completely naked except for his socks under a barber cape, that John secured around his neck before picking up the scissors. (he wasn't allowed barefoot in the house as it was unsanitary).

"Since you have done a good job, I'm going to let you keep it longer than before son, no flat top or butch this time."

"Thanks dad. I mean sir," Bryan responded, still not happy he was losing his hard grown long hair.

"Dad is fine up here Bryan, but remember, in front of the new scouts, it's Sir or Scoutmaster, got it?" He pushed the boy head down and lifted the hair on the back of his head, switched the clippers on and placed them against the back of his sons bared neck.

"Yes Dad, I'll remember," Bryan whispered, wincing at the familiar feel of his fathers clippers running up his neck. He loved his Dad with his whole heart, but wished he would understand that he didn't want to perennially look like a fifth grader from 1966.

The Scoutmaster cut his son's hair with quick efficiency that came with years of practice. In a matter of minutes, gone was the modern hairstyle, replaced with a tapered cut with a severe part along the right side of Bryan's head, and large 'white walls' above the teen's ears. His skin was noticeably whiter where it had been covered by hair the last few months.

When John removed the cape from his son, he saw that the boy was sporting a large erection. "Excited Bryan?" He asked. "I want you to get some rest before we begin, and I don't want you ruining that pent up energy."

"I want you to take a bath, make sure you shave your legs too. Then when you get out, bring me your belt before you take a nap."

"Dad, no, please!" Bryan whined. "I won't touch it I promise!" He knew exactly which belt his father was talking about. "I shouldn't have to be the 3;"

He never got to finish his sentence, as before he new it, he was bent over the kitchen table with his father's large hand pressing down on the small of his back. Bryan felt his socked feet being kicked apart and his father's other massive hand crashing into his naked buttocks.

Bryan knew better than to cry out. He bit his lip hard while his father laid 10 very hard swats to his naked behind. It hurt like hell, but he tried like hell not to show it. He wanted his father to be proud of him, even when he was being punished. After the final swat, he fought with everything he had not to rub his sore ass, but instead, turned to his father came to a parade rest position (legs apart, with hands clasped behind him at the small of his back), his cock now half as hard as it had been, but still sticking out from him and said with military precision, "I apologize for my outburst sir. Thank you for correcting me! I will do as ordered."

"See to it boy, I want those legs smooth as glass when you bring your belt to me. I'm going to go turn out the lights in the hut so our new scouts get some rest while we do."

With that, Bryan came to attention before walking out of the room as he had been trained many years before, and headed to his bathroom, dreading shaving his legs. He had just started to grow some nice fuzz that matched his jet black hair he was thinking. Oh well, he knew he had to follow the rules, especially since he wanted to have fun with the new boys in the hut! His cock was hard again as he filled his tub with water.

At the same time, John was in the barn opening a small electrical box in the stall that contained the entrance to the hut. He threw the breaker to the lights in the cell, plunging the entire room below into complete blackness.

Down below in the hut, the sudden darkness caused both boys to involuntarily jump against their bonds. The only light in the entire room that Luke could see was the small red light on the video camera on the wall. Gage could not even see that from where he was positioned and he became more afraid than he already was. He tried not to start crying again but couldn't help it. He laid there helplessly as the tears fell down his face, adding to the wetness he already felt in his soiled uniform. Luke tried shouting through the gag for the smaller boy to stop crying but it was no use. He was just as scared, and now that the small blond couldn't see him, his head sagged and he started crying as well. How could anyone find them down in this room, he wondered in despair. He and Gage lost track of how long they sat and laid there in utter darkness, fear and hopelessness setting in.

Scoutmaster Hart smiled slowly as he watched the two boys slowly stop crying and go to sleep on his black and white monitor. He had the entire hut illuminated by infra red light so that even in darkness, he could monitor his new scouts. He had got this system from a security company in the States using a false company name to purchase the gear and have it delivered to a PO Box that he maintained in Montana. So it would be hard to trace to him.

Soon, Bryan entered the kitchen, wearing nothing but a fresh pair of white tube socks. His erection had subsided a bit, but the boy was still terribly excited about what was about to happen down in the hut. He approached his father and handed him his special belt. It was a black leather chastity belt with a hard leather pouch that confined his sons genitals and prevented erection. It resembled a jockstrap kind of, except that the waistband had a buckle at the back that fastened with a small padlock that only John had the key for. It conveniently left his sons boy pussy, as he called it, readily accessible. John took the offered belt and placed it on the table. He had to take care of that erection first, which he did by taking a bowl of ice water he had prepared, knowing his son, and sticking the bowl up against the boy's balls, submerging them in the icy water.

Bryan's eyes grew wide and he let out a small yelp, but otherwise maintained control as his dick rapidly deflated and his balls retreated into his shaved smooth sack. John smiled as he held the bowl there for a while, feeling his son's shaved smooth legs to make sure he did a good job.

"Nice job boy. Depending on how you do training the scouts, I may let you grow your hair out ahead of your 18th."

"Thank you sir," Bryan croaked, his balls now painfully cold.

Satisfied the erection had subsided, John put the bowl down and picked up the chastity belt. He expertly fit the steel reinforced cup around his son's dick and balls, and brought the straps together behind Bryan's back and tightened them until he saw his boy visibly wince. He locked the small lock with a key he kept at all times.

"That should keep you out of trouble son. Now go get some sleep. I will wake you in exactly three hours, and then it's show time."

"Yes sir, thank you sir." Bryan replied, feeling his hard leather pouch all the way to his room. His cock was jammed against it's prison dying for release, but he knew it was useless. He got into bed, thinking he would never get to sleep, but as the whole operation had gone past 24 hours, he was quickly out, dreaming of having two young scouts groveling at his boots 3;

Chapter 3

"Rise and shine boy, it's time. Get your uniform on and meet me in the barn."

"Yes sir!" Although still tired, the thought of the coming fun immediately energized Bryan and he quickly got out of bed and went to his closet where his brand new pressed uniform hung. It started with a black jockstrap that he had painstakingly embroidered in gold thread with he and his dad's special "scout" emblem which resembled a thunderbird symbol. This was followed by skin tight black shorts, that were tailored to fit the boy exactly. They were very short with the hem only one inch [2&frac;12 cm] below the bottom of his crotch. He next put on his dark green long sleeved collard shirt, which bore patches of the thunderbird emblem, as well as his rank of senior patrol leader. On the sleeve were the red and white numbers 666, representing their troop number. He tucked the shirt into his shorts and fastened the khaki cloth belt with his highly polished military style belt buckle, then donned his black kerchief, fastening with his clasp that had a skull on the front of it. He then sat on his bed and pulled his long green socks on, fastening his garter straps and arranging the black garter tabs so they were exactly at his sides and making sure they were both folded over identically and were perfectly aligned so they stopped just under his kneecaps. He threaded his chrome whistle to his shirt pocket, and attached his hut key ring to his belt. Next he laced up his highly polished jungle combat boots, black leather with green nylon on the sides, and stood to look in the mirror. He combed his freshly cut hair with military precision, and placed his black beret squarely on his head, making sure the thunderbird emblem was facing the correct way. He put on a pair of white cotton gloves and a set of mirrored sunglasses finished his ritual off, and he headed to the barn, the steel taps nailed to his boot's custom soles, making a loud click click click was he walked down the hardwood hallway to the front door.

John Hart was waiting for his son at the entrance to the hut. He was also in uniform, with a shirt identical to his sons but with long black pants tucked into the same style jungle boots. He was also wearing a beret and sunglasses, but had black leather gloves instead of the white cotton ones his son was wearing. He smiled when he saw his son approaching. He looked drop dead sexy in that uniform, he thought, and hopefully would lend authority to what they were about to do.

"You look great Bryan, here, I have a little gift for you, " John said to his son as he handed him a custom made swagger stick. It was made of out of a dark rattan cane with a silver handle that had their thunderbird emblem at the top and a silver tip at the end "I got these made by a friend of mine in England. It is a symbol of your authority and also good for quick on the spot correction. Be careful though, you could really hurt someone if you use it too enthusiastically, if I see you abusing it, I will take it away, understood?"

He handed it over to Bryan who took it gently in his gloved hands. The boy's cock gave throb as he first felt the sturdiness of it, then fondled the thunderbird at the top of it. "Thanks Dad, this is great!"

"I'm glad you like it, now let's go introduce ourselves, shall we?" Hart turned to the electrical panel and turned all the lights in the hut on to their full brightness and threw open the hatch. "After you Patrol Leader Hart!"

"Yes sir, Scoutmaster!" Bryan answered, tucking his new swagger stick under his arm and heading down the stairs, his father close behind him.

Both boys had been zoning in and out between sleep and conscious with fear, wondering what whoever had taken them had planned. The three hours they had been down there in the dark seemed like forever, when both were jolted fully awake by blinding light and the noise of the unseen door being opened.

Then they heard slow deliberate footsteps coming down the stairs, the metal taps echoing loudly throughout the "scout hut" with a loud click, click, click.

Luke was trying to look behind him but was having a hard time bound as he was, and with his eyes trying to adjust. Gage saw them first, and tried to talk to them through his gag, without much luck. What he saw frightened him. It was the scout and the man from the van, he remembered, or thought they were, they looked different somehow, but it had to be them. He kept moaning and trying to talk as Bryan took the key ring from his belt and started unlocking the cell door, while the elder Hart stood back with his arms folded, his expression hidden behind the sunglasses.

Bryan ignored Gage, who was by this time screaming through his gag at him, and unlocked the wheels on the wheelchair Luke was tied to and spun him around to face him. Luke was afraid as well, but didn't try to talk, knowing it would be useless anyway. He was also amazed at the uniform the older kid had on. The shorts were so short though! He couldn't figure out what it was about him, or the man behind him, who he assumed was the scoutmaster from the rest area, even though he looked quite different, it had to be him, but he was getting a funny feeling in his groin, even as scared as he was.

Bryan placed his boot right in Luke's crotch as he removed his beret, rolled it and placed it under the epaulet of his shirt. He redheaded boy swallowed, intimidated by the eyeless face starting down at him, and nervous at how close the spit shined boot was to his crotch. He prayed his hardening cock wasn't noticeable. The patrol leader took his new swagger stick and ran it up the side of Luke's face, causing him to tremble and give an involuntary whimper. The stick continued up the side of his face until Bryan got the tip under Luke's beret and flicked it off his head, so that it landed on the floor. revealing a messy red mop of hair, that fell down in Luke's eyes.

"No cover inside scout. You should know that as a patrol leader." Bryan mockingly said to Luke, even though obviously he had no control of anything at the moment. "I think you need to be demoted." With that, Bryan took out a small seem splitter from his shirt pocket and proceeded to remove the patrol leader patch from his left sleeve, causing the boy to tear up. He tried the best he could not to cry, but it had taken him hours to sew that badge on by hand himself. His mom couldn't be bothered by that "waste of time" that the scouts were to her, leaving Luke pretty much on his own, so he sewed all his patches on his donated uniform himself. As he each hand sewn stitch being sliced through, more tears welled up, and by the time Bryan threw his patrol leader patch down on the floor. Luke was sobbing.

John spoke up, "Patrol leader, with crying like that, I think he needs to be demoted completely."

"I agree Scoutmaster, " Bryan said, then showing no emotion started removing every patch on Luke's uniform shirt. "Stop sniveling red. From today on you are a tenderfoot in this troop," He continued until Luke's shirt had all the patches removed. Luke's chin was on his chest and he continued to sob, but silently. Bryan used his swagger stick to lift the gagged boy's face to meet his gaze. "You will get appropriate insignia for this troop when the Scoutmaster determines you are worthy. Training starts this instant. You will do what we say without question or be punished. Dou you understand me red? Shake your head if you do."

Afraid to do anything else, Luke nodded in the affirmative. Again Bryan put his boot between Luke's legs and leaned in close to his face. "That's good Red, that's real good. I think you will even have some fun here," Bryan whispered to him.

Fun? Luke thought, what the hell was he talking about fun? Luke could swear this kid had a hard on. It was pretty hard to hide in those insanely tight shorts. He caught himself wondering how big Bryan's dick was and immediately looked away, afraid of getting caught. Too late.

"There will be plenty of time for that later Red," Bryan said smirking. He spun away and walked over to Gage, who had been silently watching the proceedings. "Then we have little crybaby blondie here." Bryan leaned over the shaking 12 year old and sniffed. "Holy shit Scoutmaster. I do believe this little sissy has wet himself. No wonder the real scouts pulled his uniform shorts down. He doesn't deserve to wear them if he's going to soil himself!" Bryan yelled.

John joined his son in the now crowded cell and stared down at Gage, who was now crying and moaning into his gag again. "A brand new uniform too, and he has no respect for it obviously. Get him in the bird cage Patrol Leader."

"Yes sir!" Bryan answered and started unlocking Gage's small wrists from the cuffs holding his arms over his head. The boy rubbed his wrists furiously while the older boy unlocked his similarly tiny ankles from their restraints. Before Gage could even move his legs though, Bryan quickly pulled a set of leg irons (that he had made himself while learning metal work) from under the cot and clamped them onto the kid's ankles. They were actually made for a bigger boy in mind, but with his hiking shoes on and laced up, they would not slip completely off. They were connected by a heavy metal chain 14 inches [35 cm] in length, so that the wearer could not walk at a normal gate, even a four and a half foot [1.37 m] boy.

"On your feet sissy." Bryan pulled the light boy off the cot and to his feet. Gage wanted to run, but after so many hours of immobility, his limbs felt like rubber and he almost fell right back down if it wasn't for the older boy holding him up by his shirt collar, not to mention the heavy irons locked around his ankles.

"March Pissy Sissy," Bryan ordered and roughly manhandled Gage out of the cell.

The small boy screeched into his gag as he was frog marched over to the bird cage. The bird cage was another metal work project that John had used to teach his son welding. It was basically just like what is sounded, a circular, boy-sized bird cage made of re-bar about two feet [60 cm] in circumference and six feet [1.80 m] high. It's vertical bars were spaced about 6 inches [15 cm] apart so even the skinniest of boy scout couldn't escape once locked inside, and the horizontal bars were spaced a foot [30 cm] apart. For the floor it had a "perch" of one piece of re bar welded in place and the top made of more pieces of re bar. From the top and bottom of the cage were a set of iron manacles, boy sized, welded in place to short pieces of heavy chain. The whole affair was suspended from a beam by chain so it hung off the floor by about two feet [60 cm].

When Gage saw where he was being led he tried to fight back, but he was no match for the much larger teenager. Bray placed his hands under Gage's armpits and lifted the struggling lightweight into the cage, balancing the boy on the perch while he placed one of his wrists inside one of the heavy iron manacles. Taking a special key from his uniform belt, Bryan adjusted the iron around Gage's wrist ensuring it was a snug fit. He did the same with his remaining wrist leaving Gage now balanced on the perch with his arms restrained above him.

To test his restraining job, Bryan smile cruelly at the boy and using his cane, shoved Gage's manacled feet off the perch, causing him to drop several inches and causing all his weight to be born by his wrists. He howled in pain as he swung and tried to regain his footing. Every time he came close, Bryan would swat at Gage's bare thighs with his crop, causing him to lose balance. This went on for a couple of minutes until Bryan was satisfied that the boy could not wiggle free of his manacles, and he let him regain his footing. He sung the door of the cage shut and secured it with a large pad lock.

"Look at your self sissy." Bryan him, pointing to a mirror on the wall in front of the cage. "I bet your mommy would be furious if she knew her little precious baby wet himself and ruined that fancy uniform" Gage was horrified to see himself in the mirror with the huge dark wet spot dominating the front of his green shorts. He had a hard time associated the chained and gagged boy staring back at him from a cage to himself. His uniform was disheveled, and one of his socks had fallen down his scrawny leg. Along with the tears running down his face he could feel the dampness in his underwear.

"Good job Patrol Leader, that should hold the cry baby for now." John said approvingly to his son. "Now lets see if Red over here is more of a boy. Bring him over here and get my barbering kit."

"Yes sir," Bryan replied. He walked back to the cell, and wheeled Luke over to his father, arranging the chair so that his back was to bird cage. Luke could see himself and Gage chained up behind him in the mirror on the wall. He felt bad for the smaller boy, but at the same time, deep inside him he was feeling something else at the sight of his stretched up in heavy chains inside a cage. His own bondage was also puzzlingly slightly thrilling to him. As terrified as he was, to his shame, he could feel his cock getting stiff inside his own shorts.

His attention was diverted from the mirror by Bryan returning with a small wheeled cart he placed next to the chair. The man who called himself the Scoutmaster picked up a strait razor from the cart and grabbed a large razor strop that was hanging from the side and started sharpening the razor, right in front of Luke's face. He swallowed hard. Meanwhile Bryan plugged in the heavy metal electric clippers.

"Which guard should I put on sir?" the patrol leader asked.

John ran his fingers through Luke's shaggy red hair, ignoring the flinch it caused. "What do you think boy? He looks like a damn girl with all this hair. Butch him, hi n tight, or flat top?"

Remembering all the humiliating haircuts his dad had given him over the years, Bryan smiled evilly and ran his own hands through Luke's hair and tugging it, bringing a tear to young boy's eye. "Definitely a flat top sir, with a nice landing strip in the middle. He should have to groom himself every day for inspection, and I like the idea of him having to wax his hair every morning."

John nodded his approval. "Good choice Patrol Leader. Prep him. We might as well get him ready for the total groom. I'm going to set up the camera for before and after pictures."

Smiling, Bryan snapped his heals together and answered "Sir!" As his father went over to set up the camera gear in the "studio" area of their dungeon, Bryan knelt down in front of the chair and undid the restraints holding Luke's legs to the chair. Not able to resist the 16 year old ran his hands up the inside of Luke's legs, starting at his shoes, going up his knee socks and then his smooth thighs, until his hands came together at his crotch. Bryan grinned when he felt the beginnings of a boner in the boy's shorts but didn't let his hands linger. Luke was turning bright red as he knew his shameful secret had just been discovered, and did his best to look away and try to ignore the weird feelings of being touched that way by another boy.

While Bryan noticed the embarrassed scout's state of arousal and his futile efforts to try to not show it, he remained business like as he undid the wrist restraints and other ropes holding restraining the skinny red head to the chair. When Bryan finished he stood up and grabbed Luke's chin, making him look up into his eyes.

"Stay perfectly still boy, if you try anything, it will go very badly for you." Bryan warned Luke as he removed the final restraint holding him to the wheelchair. "Scout, I am going to remove your gag. You will not speak unless spoken too. You will only answer direct questions with yes or no sir, yes or no Patrol Leader, or yes or no Scoutmaster. Anything else will lead to punishment. Maybe immediate quick punishment, or later and long and drawn out punishment, but either will be painful I guarantee it. If you understand me, shake your head boy."

Eager to have the soaking wet rag out of his mouth, he enthusiastically nodded yes, reminding himself not to say anything, not that he wasn't already too scared to. He mainly was doing his best not to burst into tears.

"Good boy, we may make a scout out of you yet!" Bryan said, looking to his father, who had since returned from the corner to observe how his son handled the new boy. The man nodded to his son, who untied the knot on the neckerchief holding it in place in Luke's mouth. He removed it slowly from the boy's mouth, then used it to wipe up the drool that had been spilling down his chin and then retied it sopping wet thing around his neck. Bryan backed up giving Luke some room. Luke coughed a bit and moved his mouth trying to get some feeling back but made super sure he didn't make a sound!

John spoke next. "Ok boy, stand up slowly, and then I want you to carefully unbutton your shirt, take it off and fold it neatly on the chair behind you. Do you understand?"

When Luke tried to answer it came out first as a dry croak, but found his voice and answered quietly, "Yes sir," careful to say nothing else.

Bryan scoffed at his quiet response. He took his crop and whacked Luke's bare thigh just under the hem of his shorts. "Answer like you have a pair boy! I want to hear Yes Scoutmaster!" He struck the other thigh for emphasis.

"Yes Scoutmaster!" Luke answered with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. He quickly stood, ignoring the small head rush he got from standing up too fast. That crop hurt! He quickly started unbuttoning his uniform shirt and then started to unfasten the kerchief, which quickly brought another painful swat from the patrol leader's crop.

Whack! "I don't recall the scoutmaster saying anything about your kerchief scout!" Bryan shouted at the quivering boy. "Did you?"

"N, no sir, sorry Patrol Leader" Luke answered, trying not to cry.

"Your sorry all right scout!" John joined in. Get that fucking shirt off and folded."

"Yes sir Scoutmaster!" Luke answered, he got shirt unbuttoned and pulled it out of his shorts, folding it as best he could and turning around to place it on the chair. He tried to avoid glancing at the still gagged and spread eagled kid in the cage behind him, but it was impossible, he briefly exchanged a terrified glance with Gage balancing on his perch before turning around again, now in just his white undershirt.

"All right Scout, now your shorts. Unbuckle them and take them off over your shoes and socks. Fold them and put them with your shirt. You have 10 seconds," John ordered careful to hide the emotion in his voice. He could see Luke starting to get more nervous at the thought of revealing himself in his underwear in front of him and his son. Of course John thought, the poor kid didn't know he had already had a sneak peak. It was much more useful though to make the boy do it himself.

When Luke hesitated after unbuckling his belt, Bryan started toward him with his crop raised. That is all it took for Luke to quickly pull his shorts down. He almost fell over trying to pull his shorts over his tennis shoes, but regained his balance and quickly folded them and put them on top of his folded shirt on the chair. He slowly turned back around, acutely aware that his cock was now filling up his white briefs with a very noticeable bulge. Instinctively he put his hands in front of his crotch when he turned around but Bryan would have none of it.

"Hands at your side scout. You always return to the position of attention. I know you know that as a scout. Lets see it!"

Feeling the burn of his blushing cheeks, Luke obeyed placing his hands at his sides, his feet together and facing the Scoutmaster and Patrol Leader. To his further horror, he could feel a damp stain forming in his tented underwear.

Bryan had a full blown hard on himself in his tight uniform shorts. The gangly boy before him, red hair freckles and now leaking boy dick, was an very sexy sight to behold, standing in just his underwear with the bright kerchief around his neck. It took all his will power not to stroke his own cock while his father gave the next order.

"I think you know what's next Luke, "John said, using the boy's name for the first time. "Take off your undershirt. Leave the kerchief on. Add the shirt to the pile and come back to attention. I know this is hard for you son, but you have no choice. Do it now."

The tone in the Scoutmaster's voice left no doubt to Luke that he did in fact have no choice. He had to stretch the neck hole out to get the shirt off over his neckerchief, but soon was standing at attention, now just wearing his briefs, socks and shoes, plus the neckerchief. He felt totally humiliated and scared, knowing that the two in front of him were focused completely on himself. When he looked away he saw himself in the mirror and was even more self conscious.

"Nice body on you Luke, I knew it when I saw you the first time. Get over against that backdrop son. We need some before and after pictures for your photo album." John instructed.

Unable to resist touching that wonderful freckled skin in front of him, Bryan grabbed Luke's arm, and placed his other hand on his underwear covered butt and led him over to the area against the wall where his Dad had set up his camera gear. There was a plain white backdrop against the wall and Bryan arranged the boy so he was facing the large format film camera set on a tripod. John was switching on the bright studio lights and checking a light meter. Once he was satisfied, he adjusted the camera so he would get full profile shots of the frightened youth.

"You're at attention boy. Stare right above the camera."

"Y, y, yes sir," Luke croaked and brought his heels together and fought his instinct to grab at his throbbing boy dick, curling his hands into fists at his side. Try as he might he couldn't keep his bare knees from starting to knock together.

John was checking his shot through the viewfinder, then spoke to Bryan. "Patrol Leader, help this scout with his uniform. His socks are down and his garters are out of order, and get that mop out of his eyes."

"Yes Scoutmaster" his son answered and knelt down to pull up Luke's olive drab knee socks so they were tight and ended exactly under his knobby knees. The patrol leader took the opportunity to run his hands again up Luke's smooth hairless thighs. Luke let out a yelp when the older boy reached inside his underwear to arrange his dick so it was straight up in his pants. It was a good thing he stopped when he did because Luke felt like he would cum if the older boy kept touching him. He started breathing rapidly and for the hundredth time since this all began had to swallow back tears. His knees started knocking again as Bryan arranged his neckerchief and smoothed his unruly red hair out of his eyes.

"Try to stand still boy. This won't hurt, " joked John as he started taking photos.

Aware of the wet spot forming in his briefs, Luke tried to think of anything that would make his cock deflate. He couldn't understand why he had a boner when he was so scared. When he looked over at the blonde kid in the cage, it didn't get any better. He couldn't see himself, but could imagine how he looked, standing there nearly naked. Now along with his dick, he could feel his small pink nipples turning hard.

John got the shots he wanted. "Ok boy, now it's show time. I want you to take your underpants off, turn them inside out and hand them to your Patrol Leader for inspection."

Luke knew it would come to this, but mentally he still wasn't ready. "Please sir. I, I can't. Don't make me. "

John was expecting resistance. Actually he wanted the boy to not be a total pushover. "Scout, you have just disobeyed a direct order and will be punished. I suggest you obey me now, or I am going to get angry. You will either take your underwear off on your own, or the Patrol Leader will do it for you and it won't be pleasant. He will enjoy it, I will probably enjoy watching, but I doubt you will like it at all. You have 5 seconds to make up your mind."

"Please sir." Luke was losing his voice.

"Two!" John figured one had already gone by.

Luke's lip started quivering and Bryan cracked his knuckles.

"Three!"

Tears started flowing down Luke's bright pink cheeks. He had lost. Crying freely now he hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband of his cheap department store briefs and slowly lowered them, fighting with his now half hard dick, which slapped his flat stomach as it freed itself while the boy bent to step out of his underwear. He didn't turn them inside out as he was instructed, but Bryan would remind him of that only when it was punishment time.

When Bryan took the underwear Luke covered his shame with his hands, but John would have none of that. "You are at the position of attention Scout! You're not hiding anything no one else in this room has 3;well except maybe for the sissy in the bird cage, we will see what he has soon enough." John said with scorn.

Back in the cage, to his own private horror, Gage felt a stream of fresh urine filling his shorts and running down his legs. He kept quiet, glad that the attention for now was not on him. His arms were hurting though and he was having a hard time standing. He looked down in dismay at the small puddle forming on the floor under him. He was also ashamed to admit that he found looking at the red headed boy's dick was fascinating.

"Report Patrol Leader," John demanded of his son, who was carefully inspecting the inside of Luke's underpants.

"Disgusting sir," Bryan replied. "Skid marks, piss stains, and pre cum. This tenderfoot has a hygiene problem." He threw the briefs to the ground.

"We will remedy that Patrol Leader. These pictures will be part of the documentation of Luke here from a tenderfoot mama's boy to a real boy scout, worthy of our troop." He bent down and took a few pictures of the boy, now nude but for his socks, shoes and kerchief. His cock was partly deflated, but still sticking out nicely from his small red pubic bush. The look of the crying boy's face would be perfect for the people he had in mind to show the photos too. Once he had what he needed, he stood up and flicked off the lights.

"Ok, Luke, back to the chair. Time to get rid of that girly mop and make a real boy out of you."

Grateful to just be out from in front of the lens, he almost ran back to the chair. Bryan, who had picked up Luke's discarded uniform was about to put it on the barber cart when he saw the puddle under the bird cage.

"Scoutmaster you are not going to believe this. Little boy Gage here has pissed himself again. How on earth did he ever get to be a scout?!"

"Damn boy. What is your fucking problem, we haven't even begun with you yet! Patrol leader we don't have time to deal with the sissy right now, he will clean up his mess later." He turned to Luke. "Sit down boy. Do we need to tie you down or will you keep still and do as your told?"

"I will do as you say sir. Please don't tie me up again."

Good answer boy, but I will tie you up anytime I damn well please understand?" "Yes sir, I understand sir."

Bryan grabbed the barber cape from the cart, removed the neckerchief and fastened the cape tightly around Luke's neck, who was grateful for the cover it offered him. He felt weird sitting naked on the leather seat of the wheel chair. It wasn't long though when heard the snap and hum of the heavy steel electric clippers come to life. He felt the scoutmaster push his head down and felt the blade at the base of his neck.

John wasted no time, being an expert at cutting boy's hair, he made quick work of the first pass of the clippers, smiling as he watched the look of horror on Luke's face as his long red locks fell in large clumps down the cape in front of him. Luke didn't think he had any tears left, but as any boy of the 80's would have been, he was horrified of having a short haircut! His friends would crucify him at school! Of course, he didn't want to think if he would even see his friends again.

It took about another twenty minutes for John to finish his masterpiece. The result was a perfect flat top haircut, that he held in place with a generous portion of crew wax that he was working into the boy's hair. "Almost done son," John announced. "Patrol Leader, put on the shaving cream. He needs some nice white walls to finish up the top."

Bryan squirted some menthol shaving cream onto his hand and applied it over Luke's newly showing ears (they stuck out slightly, which his hairstyle had previously hidden) and around the nape of his neck. John handed his son the strait razor.

"Would you like to do the honors Bryan?"

"Gladly sir! How high should I go?"

"As high as you think. He is your tenderfoot to train after all."

"Yes sir," Bryan answered enthusiastically and pushed the trembling boy's head to the side. "Don't move scout. I have practiced shaving on a balloon, but they don't wiggle."

Luke had his eyes shut. He didn't want to watch but he could feel the blade scraping the already short stubble off the side of his scalp as Bryan moved the razor around his head. His last hair cut the barber used scissors only and no clippers. Now he could feel the cool air of the hut on his newly shorn scalp and it made him shiver. He gripped the armrests tightly to keep himself still. Soon he felt his head being toweled off and breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the barber cape being undone around his neck.

"Stand up Scout!" Bryan ordered, "Hands at your sides."

His cock had calmed slightly during the haircut, so he was grateful but he was not prepared for the naked boy staring back at him in the mirror! He was bald to the skin for a good inch above his ears, and what was left of his bright red hair was standing strait up, shorn perfectly flat. A large "landing strip" was visible in the middle of his scalp where his hair was also almost completely gone to maintain the perfect flatness. As he stood staring in disbelief, Bryan moved the chair out of the way and John picked the clippers back up.

"Almost finished Scout," the scoutmaster announced, "Hands behind your head and interlock your fingers."

After Luke obeyed the command, John walked up to him with the clippers and started feeling first his armpits, then kneeling down and running his large hands up and down his naked legs. As much as Luke wished otherwise, his dick started to inflate again. "Nothing much there so far, good," the Scoutmaster said, "feet apart boy, look straight ahead at yourself in the mirror. That's what a real scout hair cut is."

"Yes sir," Luke whispered, obviously not convinced of that fact. He sucked his breath in quickly though when he felt the mans hands grasp his dick and balls in one hand and heard the clippers hum to life.

"Oh god no! Please, not that sir!" Luke almost shouted as he felt the unguarded blade press against his pubic area.

"Shut up Scout!" Bryan shouted at him.

"Relax boy and don't move", John admonished him. "I'm just giving you a trim, but any more outburst and I will make you smooth as a baby's ass down here, understand?"

"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir."

"I know you are sorry, but not as much as your going to be if you keep it up Scout." He started cutting away at the already modest bush of red pubes. "No need for the razor down here Patrol Leader. Not enough to bother." John kept his voice steady and full of authority, but it was all he could do to keep his hand shaking from excitement. The beautiful example of prime boy meat in his hands was a site to behold, especially now that he trimmed away most of the hair around it, leaving a small perfect vertical rectangle of red bush. He used scissors to trim the length of the remaining pubes down to a uniform quarter of an inch [5 mm], just enough for the wonderful red color to be noticed against his pale white freckled skin. By the time he was done, Luke's dick was completely hard at 4 inches [10 cm] and sticking up at about a 45 degree angle with a small stream of pre-cum dangling from his dark pink mushroom. It was all John could do not to wrap his lips around it. He knew Bryan would be needing some relief soon too, but not just yet.

Luke didn't know what to feel. He was frightened, angry, humiliated, powerless, but most of all, as his cock showed everyone in the room, incredibly erotic. Looking at himself in the mirror he was ashamed that in some corner of his brain, he liked what he saw. It went back to when he was little playing cowboys and Indians or cops and robbers, why he always seemed to gravitate toward being on the losing side.

"You can put your hands down boy, but keep them away from your dick. Get back over in front of the camera. Time for your after photos. Patrol Leader, get him his new kerchief, the right color tabs and cover."

While Bryan went to gather the new uniform items for Luke, the Scoutmaster arranged Luke as before and set up his camera gear. He took a few shots, having Luke turn to each side for nice profile shots (especially with his dick sticking out from his body) and to his extreme humiliation, had him turn away from the camera, bend over and spread his ass cheeks. "We have to show off that beautiful virgin tenderfoot pussy Luke." Johns cock was leaking into his own uniform pants at the sight of those gangly smooth skinny legs, outlined by his contrasting knee socks and succulent dimpled ass cheeks starting back at him. He didn't know how long he could put off deflowering him, but he wanted to delay that moment for as long as possible. He had the boy stand up before he came on the spot.

Luke was relieved when that was over and he was turned around again for Bryan to "dress him" as the older teen fastened a brand new black kerchief around his neck. He also knelt down and one at a time, changed out his green garter tabs, which had shown that he had patrol leader rank, for new bright yellow tabs, the color of no rank for his new "troop". Bryan used this opportunity to run his gloved finger over Luke's glistening cock head and wipe up the cock snot that was leaking out of his slit, causing Luke to go visibly weak in the knees. Bryan stood up and right in front of younger boy's face, tasted the pre cum on his finger.

"You don't taste too bad Scout. Have you ever tasted your own cum boy? Don't even try to say you don't jack off?" He gathered more pre cum, teasing the boy's quivering cock head in the process, and brought it to Luke's lips. Horrified, Luke tried to turn away. He had of course, wondered what his cum tasted like but was always to chicken to actually taste it.

"Eyes front, and open your mouth boy. You are going to taste a lot of cum here, so you might as well get used to it." Bryan pressed his gloved finger onto Luke's quivering lips. Their eyes met, and Luke slowly opened his mouth accepting the finger, afraid of what he would taste. Surprisingly he didn't really taste anything at first, and then just a slightly salty after taste as his Patrol Leader withdrew his finger. "You will learn to taste a lot more that soon Scout, so get used to the idea." Bryan placed a brand new black beret just like his, but without any insignia on it. As he adjusted the beret, he was taunting the boy, "You will learn to crave cum Scout. My cum, the Scoutmaster's cum, even the little sissy over there's cum if he can even make any." He stood back and started rubbing his cock through his tight shorts. "You will live to serve this boy," he said smirking, then stood out of the way of the astonished boy, so his father could finish the new "after" photos.

John was proud of the taunting his son was dishing out, the poor kid was horny and humiliated and scared all at once. This made for very alluring poses to capture.

"Last one so we can get started on the little one" John said nodding toward the bird cage. "Scout I want your best scout salute for the camera." Luke flushed. He placed his fingers together, and saluted, wondering what he looked like in just his shoes, socks, neckerchief and hat, saluting the camera, well aware that his cock was throbbing. As he thought about while the fancy camera clicked away, a familiar feeling came over him. Knowing what was about to happen, he tried with all his might to stop it, but it was no use. Without even touching his cock, the horrified boy felt his smallish balls tighten up in his hairless sack and empty themselves into his cock. Saluting the camera, his body started to wrack in orgasm as his four incher [10 cm] started erupting with such force that his cum flew three feet [90 cm] in front of him in a huge arc, splashing all over the floor in front of the camera. He couldn't help giving an embarrassingly high pitched squeal as he shuddered in humiliated pleasure.

John, waited until the boy was done, even managing to capture his eruption on camera, before letting into him. "What the fuck Scout? I didn't give you permission to cum. Don't you have any self control. What kind of fucking boy whore are you?"

Both Bryan and John were now on either side of him.

Bryan took it from there. "I can see we have our work cut out for us Scoutmaster. This pussy can't even control his dick when he is saluting in his new uniform. I'm glad I didn't give him his new underwear!"

"I'm sorry sirs, it just happened. I don't know 3;" Luke was starting to cry again.

"Shut up and get those hands behind your head boy, feet apart, Now!" John screamed at him. "Patrol Leader, strip to your class C uniform."

Finally! Thought Bryan. He quickly started unbuttoning his shorts and his shirt. In the meantime John went over to were Luke's underwear was laying and grabbed them off the floor. Ensuring they were still inside out, he walked back to Luke, pinched the boy's nose so he had to open his mouth and shoved them in as far as he could. Luke gagged and tried to spit them out, but he was no math for the huge ex soldier who held the rank undies in place.

"Breath through your nose boy. They aren't going anywhere."

Luke fought for control, and managed to control his reflex. The underwear tasted awful, and his mind probably made it seem even worse as he thought of the skid marks and piss stains that he knew were there. As soon as he could breath through his nose, he felt himself being pulled down by his neckerchief to his knees, and dragged toward the puddle of cum he had just made. His knees burned as they rubbed on the bare concrete floor, and he was glad the Scoutmaster stopped dragging him.

Only for a moment though as the man pushed him onto all fours. It go eerily silent for a moment until Luke heard the ominous click, click, click of Bryan's boots on the floor. He was starting down at the cum, and didn't dare look up, but soon enough, the shiny boot toe of his patrol leader came into his limited view. He glanced up and almost swallowed even more of the vile underwear gag.

Towering above the cowering prone boy, Bryan had doffed his shirt and shorts, and was now in his "Class C" uniform that consisted of his boots, socks, jockstrap and gloves. He was smiling down at Luke, slapping his palm with his cane. It was Luke's first look at Bryan's body and he found himself feeling very inadequate in comparison. Where he was all limbs and bones, Bryan had a very toned body and obviously was no stranger to fitness. What caught his eye most though, was the very full black jockstrap just inches above his face. He had never seen a jockstrap before and was fascinated at the way it perfectly accented Bryan large boyhood. The Patrol Leader's dick looked twice as big as his! Obviously it wasn't but Luke was always afraid to be caught staring at other boy's dicks as school so he wasn't very experienced at judging size.

Bryan felt his own cock drooling as feelings of power oozed through him as he started down at the boy on all fours with his dirty underwear hanging out of this mouth.

"Patrol Leader, see that he cleans up his mess!"

"Yes sir," Bryan replied, He looked down evilly at Luke, and then pushed his face onto the first puddle of cum. "Wipe it up boy, and be quick!"

Luke tried moving his head side to side halfheartedly when all of a sudden his ass felt like it was on fire!

THWACK!

Bryan had just used his cane for its intended purpose. he swatted Luke's pale freckles butt with his cane for emphasis. "Clean it like you mean it you little faggot! Get your fucking face down there and get the cum off the floor!"

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Luke attacked the puddles now as fast and as hard as he could, with three fresh welts forming across his ass. A single tear was falling down his cheek when Bryan was finally satisfied with the job and pulled him up by his kerchief. Luke was totally humiliated as he started up at Gage staring back at him with wide eyes as his now cum soaked briefs hung from his mouth. At least I didn't wet myself, he thought.

Just at that moment though, Bryan seemed to remember that episode as well. "While your at it, crawl over there and clean up your little sissy friends mess!"

Luke groaned and looked pleadingly at Bryan, but the older boy raised his cane, and Luke crawled as fast as he could over the puddle of piss under the bird cage. He hesitated as eh got close to the puddle, smelling the younger boy's pungent urine on the floor, but eth clicking of Bryan's boots approaching spurred him on and he closed his eyes and did his best. The cotton briefs quickly soaked up a large amount of the awful stuff and Luke almost barfed but managed to maintain, afraid he would choke to death if he did.

"What do you think Scoutmaster?" Bryan asked. He hoped his dad would be satisfied as he needed relief and now!

"Not bad for the first time. He had better learn fast though. Speaking of learning, time for the first lesson. Scout, stand up, come to attention!"

Too afraid to do anything but obey, Luke stood, hands at his sides, keeping his piss and cum soaked underwear in his mouth. To make matters worse, he was now starting to drool as well. Bryan was smiling lustfully at him stroking his 6 inch [15 cm] boner through his jock pouch. To his dismay, Luke's own dick, which had been completely shriveled while he went about his vile task, started responding at the site of what he was afraid to admit to himself, the very attractive older boy.

"Scout, when I say get dressed, I want you to get those briefs out of your mouth and put them on, making sure they are right side out. I want no hesitation. Do you understand me boy?"

Eyes wide, Luke shook his head yes to the Scoutmaster.

"I can't fucking hear you Scout!"

This brought another stroke from Bryan's cane.

Thwack! "MMPGH!" Luke screamed into his briefs.

"Answer the Scoutmaster! He asked you a fucking question!"

"Ymph Smfr" the jumbled response came.

THWACK "LOUDER!"

Luke screamed an answer as loud as he could into his gag.

"Get dressed!" John thundered.

Without pausing to think, Luke pulled the cum and piss soaked briefs from his mouth, turned them right side out and pulled them on. His face scrunched up as he felt the warm dampness envelop his pubic area. He didn't have time to dwell though, as he felt his hands being pulled behind his back and expertly roped and tied by the Scoutmaster. He felt coil after coil of rope being wrapped around each wrist and then jerked together tightly by an impossible to undo(by him) knot.

"See why knot tying is important Patrol Leader?" John laughed as he tested his tying job by tugging Luke to his knees from behind. "Let's see what you can teach him about using his mouth!" He walked over to the bird cage shook it hard, "Pay attention Sissy, because anything Luke here learns, you have to as well."

As terrified as he was, Gage couldn't keep his eyes off the unfolding drama. He was just praying they would get tired first or he would just wake up on the bus from this horrible nightmare.

Bryan dropped his cane on the cart and walked slowly toward the kneeling scout. Luke was pretty sure what was coming, but prayed he was mistaken. When Bryan grabbed his kerchief and pulled his face into his jock pouch, he knew he wasn't. Bryan grabbed the beret he was still wearing and tossed it off to rub his hands all over Luke's freshly buzzed head.

"Nice 3;" he muttered. He started rubbing Luke's face all over his crotch until the younger boy's drool along with his own leaking cock had thoroughly soaked the embroidered black pouch. Bryan looked down at Luke, who had his eyes shut tightly but was breathing heavily and had another erection showing through his dirty underwear. He grabbed the scouts neckerchief and pulled back with one hand and with the other, pulled his cock free of the jockstrap, dropping it and kicking it off to the side.

"Open you eyes Scout, and meet your new best friend!" Bryan's voice was full of lust.

Luke opened his eyes reluctantly and was face to face with the biggest penis he had ever seen in his young life, not to mention the first time he had ever seen a foreskin. He was scared and fascinated at the same time, and was licking his lower lip without even releasing it.

Bryan held Luke in place by the neckerchief and started slapping the boy's face with his six inches [15 cm], leaving streaks of pre cum on his cheeks. He used his free hand to pull back his foreskin revealing the dark purple head underneath, "You may not have known until now Luke, but you were born for this. Born to suck cock, and most of all suck the cocks of your betters. Your life was shit until today boy, and you know it. Now open up that pretty faggot mouth of yours , and get your first taste what you know you want, know you need!"

Without being pulled, Luke closed his eyes, opened his mouth ever so slightly and started leaning slowly toward the angry looking penis at his lips 3;

Chapter 4

He felt the drop of pre-cum first on his tongue. It was salty and slippery, and he reflexively opened his mouth wider as more and more of Bryan's teen cock pass through his quivering lips.

"Watch your teeth faggot. If you bite me or I even think I feel your teeth I will pull them out!" Bryan of course didn't really mean that, but it had the effect that Luke was extra careful to not scrape the cock invading his mouth with his teeth.

Luke knew this was wrong. He had another boy's penis in his mouth! Was he a fag? All the talk in the troop and in school made him extra careful about how he looked at other boys and how he acted around them, but now, here, he had a drooling cock in his mouth. He tried to reason with himself that he was being forced, and he couldn't help it, but his own penis was getting hard in his dirty shorts at this very moment! While he was trying to sort all this out in his head, his mouth was working on his Patrol Leader's six inch [15 cm] dick that was now sliding halfway in and out of his mouth.

His knees hurt and it he felt like he would fall any moment with his hands tied behind him, but Bryan had a solid grip on his neckerchief with one hand while his other steadied his cock as he fed it to Luke, slowly inserting it a bit further with every stroke.

Bryan was getting about half of his cock into Luke's mouth at every stroke now, and the young scout seemed to be adapting, using his tongue to help lube the fleshy invader along with the prodigious amount of pre-cum that was oozing from the older boy's dick. He wanted to get the kid to be able to take it all before he blasted his fuck sauce into the boy's stomach, but his balls were churning with more intensity every stroke. The feeling of power he felt at that moment over the younger boy was most amazing high he had ever felt!

He looked down and saw Luke's eyes staring up back at him with a look of total submission, struggling to take more of his cock as he slowly inserted more and more. When Luke started drooling uncontrollably as he fought to take it, Bryan could hold it no longer. He stopped with his cock about three quarters of the way into Luke's mouth and held the boy's head in place with the neckerchief.

"Take it kid! Taste my sauce!" He screamed as his cock exploded in Luke's mouth.

Luke, having never sucked a dick in his young life was not ready for the sheer volume of sperm that fired out of Bryan's cock, and couldn't take it. As soon as the warm white goo filled his mouth he started coughing and chocking. Bryan pulled his dick out after the first spasm and finished spurting his cock snot all over the struggling boy's hair and face. His orgasm lasted far longer than he was used to, and he had to let go of Luke so he didn't fall over. As soon as he released, Luke lost his balance, and not being able to put his arms out, fell sideways to the floor, still coughing up sperm.

As he slowly got his breath back, he became aware of a flash, and looked up to see John leaning over him taking a few Polaroid instant pictures of his cum covered head and face. Fresh tears of shame mixed with the warm sticky cum running down his cheeks. John waited a moment for the picture to materialize then showed it to the boy on the floor.

"That's a good look for you Luke, I must say, but to earn your merit badge for cock sucking you are going to have to learn to swallow the whole load." He put the picture in his shirt pocket and then grabbed Bryan's discard jock strap from the floor and wiped the snot, tears and cum from the boy's face. He decided that the cum could stay in his new haircut for the time being.

"Patrol Leader!" He shouted, returning his attention to his son, who was sheepishly standing to the side, well aware that he came far too quickly, and did not perform to his father's strict cock control standards.

"Sir" Bryan shouted, snapping to attention.

"I expected better control out of you, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I will overlook this transgression this time, but you better get a hold of yourself."

"No excuse sir," Bran replied, trying and almost succeeding to keep his voice steady. He noticed Luke watching the interaction, and was relived that the kid honestly didn't know what his dad was talking about, never having had to worry about withholding an orgasm when he had started experimenting with his small cock in the privacy of his dilapidated bedroom where he first jerked off only a year before.

Not willing to let his son get away completely without punishment, John handed the soiled black jockstrap to his son, "Get back into your uniform Patrol Leader, and observe how it is done!"

Doing his best not to grimace, Bryan immediately bent over and stepped into the soiled garment, pulling it up with no hesitation until he could feel the cooling goo that was the mixture of his own jizz with Luke's snot and drool. He eased the pouch into proper position, stuffing his still half hard cock into place and feeling the goo all over his smooth balls. He still smiled though, knowing that now the kid was really going to get a workout!

Tired of the boys having all the fun and now incredibly pent up, John looked at Bryan, "Get him back on his knees and hold him in place."

Just when Luke thought they were done with him, Bryan, now sporting another erection in his jock, came over and pulled him back to his already hurting knees and stood behind him, pressing his cock into the back of his head and holding him tightly by the shoulders. John gave an evil grin that made Luke curl his toes in his old sneakers. The man was now walking toward him while unzipping his tight uniform trousers. He tried to move back but Bryan held him firm, and soon he was staring at the crotch of the Scoutmaster. Without even unbuckling his belt, the man fished his cock out of his pants and started waving it in front of Luke's face. Not even yet fully hard it was over seven inches [18 cm] and thicker than Luke's wrist, if not his fist.

It was enormous, thought Luke, who had never seen a grown mans cock before and though he had no way of knowing, the one just inches from his face was quite a bit larger than average. There was no way he could even get his mouth around that thing he thought. It was circumcised and the helmet was giant, but Luke also noticed a large vein running down the side.

John saw him starting at it and smiled. "A dick this size needs lots of blood boy. And right now it needs a pretty mouth like yours." He slapped Luke across his face with the huge cock," You did Okay with the Patrol Leader, but your mouth needs to be able to accommodate a man's cock." SLAP. "I want you to lick the vein boy, but first, you need to ask permission to worship your Scoutmaster's cock." SLAP "Let's hear it tenderfoot." SLAP

Luke was fear stricken. The cock slaps actually had considerable force, along with the degradation he felt, and now he was supposed to ask to do something so wrong, so disgusting?

"Patrol Leader, I think he just doesn't' know how to properly ask. Please demonstrate the proper technique in our troop how to ask a senior member for permission, "He dragged his cock slowly around Luke's lips.

"The scout should say, "Sir, this tenderfoot scout requests permission to worship the Scoutmaster's cock, sir."

"Thank you for demonstrating patrol leader. Now let's hear you say it scout. I want you to ask me in the correct fashion." SLAP Luke was wincing with every cock slap.

He opened his mouth to speak, but just couldn't bring himself to do it. He was terrified of the huge dick slapping against his cheeks, as well as the man it belonged to. Sensing his hesitation, Bryan reached around the boy he was holding and grasped each of Luke's medium sized pink nipples between his forefingers and thumbs and gave each a viscous twist.

"AAgghh! Stop Please, OWWWWW!" Luke was screaming.

"Ask for permission the correct way boy!" Bryan hisses and twister harder.

Luke was twisting trying to break free but couldn't. "OWWWW, Th, this tenderfoot scout asks permission to w,w, worship the Scoutmaster's cock sir, OWWW Stop PLEASE!"

Bryan smiled at his dad and let go of the boy's sensitive nubs and grabbed his shoulders again.

"Much better. Permission granted scout. I want you to start by licking that vein you are so fascinated with, just run your tongue along it starting by my balls." John lifted his cock straight up with his gloved hand and used his other to pull Luke's head right into the furry base of his cock and balls. "Take a whiff boy, get used to that smell. It's the smell of my authority over you and your sissy friend in the cage. That's man scent boy. Breath it!" He held Luke's face in his groin for a few seconds before releasing pressure. "Now lick my dick boy!"

Luke had no choice but to obey, tentatively sticking his tongue out while the leather glove of his Scoutmaster ran his head up and down the giant penis.

John grabbed the boy's head and jerked him back so he was staring up at him. "When I say lick boy, I mean lick. I want to see your whole fucking tongue slobbering on my meat, and if I don't I see your whole fucking tongue right fucking now, I will remind you how big your tongue is with a clamp, and I don't' think you want that!" he slapped Luke's face with his now fully erect 8 inch [20 cm] monster before letting go of his head. "Lick it slut like you mean it!"

This time Luke stuck his tongue out as far as he could and really started licking up and down the enormous shaft, so that it was soon coated with a nice sheen of his spit. John was getting more turned on, and his own needs were becoming more urgent.

"That's it boy, good, good, now kiss the tip and open your mouth," he grasped his cock with his gloved hand and held it in front of Luke's mouth.

Luke, feeling strange and almost in a trance, did as he was told, giving the now slimy purple helmet a modest peck before opening his mouth as large as he could, almost as if he was at the dentist, and looked up at the commanding figure standing over him holding the large weapon at his mouth.

"Good boy, now watch those teeth!" John started to slowly feed his dick into the quivering mouth, all the while keeping his eyes locked on the scared boy's own eyes until he shut them as he tried in vain to wrap his lips around the huge dick. It wasn't a fair contest. John's cock was simply too big to fit all the way in Luke's small mouth, but he was sure the boy would take as much as he could.

Luke was trying to back away from the invader, but Bryan held him firm and he soon felt the back of his head pressing into the older boy's own hard on, and was caught between two cocks. The Scoutmaster's dick was forcing it's way in centimeter my centimeter, and his jaw soon felt like it would break, as he tried to keep his lips over his teeth. He tried to use his tongue on the bottom of the dick invader, hoping that would stop the progress, but to no avail 3;Soon he couldn't breath and was starting to suffocate.

John looked down to see his cock was only a couple of inches in the boy's mouth, but the boy was turning bright red as he fought for breath.

"Breath through your nose cunt!" He hissed and shoved the cock in more!

Luke tried and got a little air, but couldn't get enough as the man started short fucking his mouth with the giant dick. He tried to gasp for air for the millisecond it was out of his mouth, but still couldn't get enough. He was starting to make gurgling noises and about to pass out when John decided it was enough for the first time, and more importantly, time for him to get off!

Knowing the boy couldn't take a mouthful of cum in his condition, he pulled his cock out and looked at Bryan, "Get him on his feet, NOW!"

Luke offered no resistance, as he was just tying to get a lungful of air as he was again hoisted to his feet by the older boy. He felt himself being pulled forward by his underwear by the Scoutmaster, who pulled the waistband of his boy briefs open and shoved his giant cockhead inside his pants until it was rubbing against his own boy dick.

John shoved his own son back and with one arm, lifted Luke off his feet until their faces were even with each other. He then used his other hand to force the boy's lips against his own. The scoutmaster shoved his tongue into the boy's mouth. As it was the last thing Luke expected, he was caught by total surprise and offered no resistance as the man started face fucking him with his tongue, while simultaneously he felt the man's cockhead explode in his underwear, quickly flooding his already soiled briefs with a large fresh load of man seed. John held the lip lock for what seemed like a full minute, waiting until his balls were fully drained into the suspended boy's underwear, before putting Luke back down, and pulling his cock free.

Luke fell to the floor when he was released, and just lay there for a moment while John smiled at the boy, using his gloved hand to wipe what was left of his seed off of his cock. "On your knees boy, Bryan, help him up." John ordered.

Luke winced as he was pulled back onto his now bloody knees, having been scraped on the concrete floor. His mind was racing. What had just happened! It was vile and gross! He had kissed a man!!! Yet, the kiss didn't seem as bad as he thought it would be, and his cum filled undies made him feel 3;he didn't know how. He didn't have time to think of anything else as the next thing he knew, a cum covered leather glove was in his face.

"Clean it off boy. Taste your scoutmaster!" With no hesitation, Luke started slurping the offered glove, surprised that he didn't hesitate and the taste did not make him gag. John fed the boy one finger at a time of his glove, making sure the tenderfoot got every drop of his cum off of it before he was satisfied.

Once he was, John replaced his softening, yet still large member back in his pants pausing for a moment to enjoy the feeling before looking over at Gage in the bird cage. "OK sissy scout, your turn!" He turned to Bryan, Get the leg irons on this one then untie his hands, he is going to help us get the sissy ready for his photo shoot."

If gage had any piss left in his bladder, he would have drained it right then and there. He had just witnessed the most terrifying thing he had ever seen! His mother kept a tight reign on him, and while he was very book smart, he was also very naïve about the ways of the world, and had no working knowledge of sex except what went around the playground at his private school, and even there, he didn't have many friends so he only had a vague idea of what sex was about and especially no idea about what boys might do with each other.

He started struggling uselessly against his bonds when Bryan walked toward the cage, but when the older boy opened the door to the cage Gage pulled himself up with all his might and tried to kick out with his manacled feet. Unfortunately for the small boy, he was helplessly uncoordinated, and the only result of his mighty effort was that he kicked the inside of his cage and couldn't regain his footing, dropping all of his weight again on his wrists, causing him to cry in frustration into his gag. When Bryan started laughing at him it only made it worse. Wait until his mother got a hold of these guys, he thought!

Bryan let the boy hang while he retrieved his keys and unshackled him. Gage didn't have the strengths to pull himself back on the perch while the Patrol Leader took the manacles off of him and walked over, attaching them to Luke's ankles. The iron cuffs fit snugly on even Luke's bony ankles and satisfied of their fit, Bryan started undoing the knots that bound his wrists. The feeling of the heavy irons made Luke feel funny and to his chagrin, his cock started expanding in the warm puddle of goo in his underwear. Bryan quickly finished and tossed the rope over by the bird cage.

"All right tenderfoot, " John announced. "Pull your socks up, straighten out your neckerchief than shuffle over there and take those piss fill shorts off of the sissy, fold them and put them on the floor. Leave his underwear on for now. No matter what task either I or your Patrol Leader give you, you must remember to always wear your uniform with pride, no matter what it is. Failure will result in either on the spot correction or demerits. Demerits will be tallied for more complex punishments."

Some uniform, Luke thought as he bent over to pull his socks to his knees, wincing a bit at the site of a trail of blood down one of them. Both were very skinned. He stood and straightened his neckerchief as best he could and started walking over toward the cage. He found it awkward to walk with the heavy irons, but was glad at least his hands were free. Still, the bondage gave him a tingly feeling down there and he hated to admit that a small part of him was looking forward to his task.

He stopped at the open door of the cage and looked into the terrified eyes of the blonde kid hanging by his wrists flopping around. His shirt had come un-tucked and he was also drooling around his neckerchief gag and dripping onto his brand new khaki shirt. Fucking rich kid, he thought. Even the kids wit the new uniform in his troop, get them one item at a time, they didn't just show up looking like they stepped out of the boy scout manual! I deserve that more than him! At least I wouldn't have pissed my pants! His eyes hardened at the wide eyed kid.

"Get on with it boy!" THWACK! Bryan had picked up his cane again and struck Luke right behind his knees. "His mommy isn't here to help him undress, so you are going to do it for him."

Luke cried out in pain, and quickly started undoing the belt clasp. Gage started to whimper and shake. Luke's own hands were shaking as he undid the belt, and then unbuttoned the fly of the small green shorts. He wrinkled his face at the strong smell of boy piss as he pulled the zipper down revealing wet white cotton briefs, although they were pretty much see through at this point. He had to tug a bit to get the tight shorts off of Gage's hips, but once free they fell easily to his feet, where Luke pulled them over the boy's shoes. His cock was throbbing in his own wet briefs as he folded the uniform shorts. He couldn't help but stare at the outline of Gage's dick and balls showing through his briefs. He also noticed that they were an expensive brand name, versus his own generic, just like the kids expensive shoes.

John noticed as well. "Well lookie there," he said walking up to Gage. "Looks like his mommy buys him designer panties to go with his fancy pants uniform. I wonder how she would feel about her baby boy pissing all over his fancy expensive clothes, " he grabbed the boy's wrists and unfastened the manacles holding him there. Gage would have crumpled to the ground, but John easily held the boy up by his wrists and pulled him down from the cage, landing him unsteadily on his feet in front of Luke. "Just stand still scout, and let your senior tenderfoot undress you." He looked at Luke, "Now take his shirt and undershirt off, then take his gag out and arrange his neckerchief and socks properly. Can you do that without fucking up Scout?"

Luke's dick throbbed again and he hoped he wasn't blushing (he was), "Yes sir Scoutmaster."

"Good, then get to it." John ordered. "I want to see what's hiding under there."

Tears were running down Gage's face and he was moaning softly as he allowed the older boy to unbutton then pull of his uniform shirt, revealing a red scout T shirt underneath that Gage's mother had them specially made for his troop. He obediently raised his arms when Luke whispered for him to do so, so he could pull the T shirt over his head, revealing his pale skinny torso with tiny pink nipples. He was totally smooth, and both boys got a chill down there spine when Luke grazed his hands along Gage's chest as he removed the shirt, folding it and adding to the rest. Luke pulled the neckerchief out of the boy's mouth and wiped his face off before doing his best to arrange it the proper way around his now bare neck. When he bent down to pull up the boy's socks, he tried his best not to look at the cotton covered cock what was now just inches from his face. It was wrong! His own cock was straining against this waistband as he pulled the boy's socks even and made sure the cuffs were folded over evenly, showing only red at the top. Unlike his older uniform, these had elastic in the top of them and didn't require garters.

He stood up and stepped back, and all three of them now gazed at Gage, standing alone, shivering in just neckerchief, white, piss soaked CK briefs, shoes and socks. Gage tried to cover his small genitals with his hands, but Bryan quickly corrected him with a swat to the side of his bare thigh.

THWACK! "Haven't you learned anything today sissy? Stand at attention!" THWACK

Gage yelped and put his hands to his side, and now matter how he tried, he couldn't stop crying.

"Ok Red," John said addressing Luke, "You deserve a rest while we deal with the cry baby here," he walked over to Luke and spun him around so his back was to the cage. "Step back in boy, get on the perch like a good little birdy," John ordered.

It was awkward for Luke because of the leg irons and John had to grab him and lift him in until he cold get his footing. John had Bryan come help him and soon they had Luke's wrists tightly shackled. Next they also removed his leg irons and restrained his ankles using the cage's shackles, adjusting the chains so that the boy was tightly spread eagled while balanced on the perch. "You look nice and comfy boy," John said smiling. "Now do I need to gag you or can you be quiet like a good scout?"

He was uncomfortable enough as it was that Luke quickly answered, "No sir Scoutmaster, I will be quiet."

"Looks like he's having a good time anyway Scoutmaster, " Bryan said, running the tip of his cane along the outline of Luke's hard on through his underpants. "You'd better not cum again without permission boy. Don't give me an excuse to use this cane for what its true purpose is 3;whacking naughty scout ass! Bryan pressed the tip against his cock harder.

Blushing again, humiliated that his cock was showing how he felt, Luke swallowed trying to will it down and whispered, "I won't Patrol Leader sir."

"See to it," Bryan said slamming the door of the cage shut and turning to Gage. "Now cry baby sissy, let's get a better look at you. Get over in front of the camera NOW!"

Gage sniffled and slowly walked over to the photo area where Luke had posed (and squirted all over the floor), where Bryan position him in front of the camera. His nose was running and long blond hair was all messed up and his tightly whites were soaked. Perfect for before pictures, thought John, who started snapping away, putting Gage through several different poses in what was left of his "uniform".

"Ok, now lets get to the real show. " John said from behind the camera. "It's your turn Gage. Take off your underpants, turn them inside out and hand them to your Patrol Leader for inspection."

Gage started trembling and shaking his head no. "Please sir, just let me go. My mother will pay you whatever you want. You have him," he pointed to Luke. "Can't you just keep him and let me go?" he pleaded.

"Shut up you sniveling little sissy. What kind of troop loyalty is that. You would sacrifice a fellow scout? Disgusting." John stormed over to the cowering boy and grabbed the back of his waistband, lifting him off his feet, resulting in a painful "wedgie" for Gage. Gage screeched as the underwear dug into his small cocklet and ass crack as he was held aloft by only his briefs. John looked at Bryan. "Patrol Leader, fetch me a stool."

"Sir," Bryan responded, quickly finding and retrieving a small three legged stool and placing it down next to his father. John violently tugged on Gage's briefs lifting him higher and higher until they finally gave with a loud ripping sound. He then tugged the tattered briefs down and off the boy, handing them to his son, then sat down on the stool and pulled the crying boy over his lap.

"I'm guessing you don't have a father at home to do this, so it is probably long over due you insufferable little shit." He started bare handing spanking the boy.

SLAP SLAP SLAP 3;"I never want to hear that kind of shit from you again, do you understand me?" He didn't give time for Gage to answer. SLAP SLAP SLAP. "you will obey every order fucking given you without question!" SLAP SLAP SLAP 3;Gage was howling and crying now.

He had never ever been spanked before, and not getting his way from anyone other than his mother was completely foreign to him. His budding adolescent brain couldn't comprehend what was happening. He just knew he wanted the painful assault on his butt to stop! "Please!" he screamed. "I will do what you say, Please stop!" He screamed in between wailing in pain and humiliation.

The Scoutmaster would have none of it however. He wanted to make sure he got the message across and didn't stop until he counted fifty smacks to the now cherry red little cheeks stretched across his lap. He had Bryan hold the boy's wrists out of the way, so all he could do was kick in frustration until the spanking finally stopped. John roughly pulled the boy to his feet and looked him right in his eyes, which were still gushing tears.

"Now get over there, and stand with your hands behind your head and your feet apart. If you try and touch your ass, its another fifty! Do you understand me Scout, and you'd better think and answer the right way!"

Trying to stop crying and stop thinking about the fire he felt at his rear, he softly answered, "Y, y, yes sir, s, sc, Scoutmaster," and keenly aware of his nakedness, he walked over to the photo backdrop and displayed his small hairless dick and balls to the camera.

"Straighten up your fucking socks you slob and tie your!" Shouted Bryan at the boy. All the kicking and struggling had ruined Luke's work to straighten the boy out.

Gage immediately did as he was told, tying his shoe and pulling up his socks before returning to the display position. Bryan was walking around the boy making him nervous, studying the tattered briefs as well.

"Look at this sir," he said to his dad. "His mommy wrote his name on the waistband of his little undies. How cute!"

Gage's face was now burning with embarrassment as Bryan next shoved the brown streaked undies in his face. "Too bad your mommy can't wipe your ass too."

Gage wanted to tell them that they had just pulled them up a mile into his crack, but he wisely kept silent. Bryan threw the underwear down and stepped out of the way so his father could take several pictures of the boy, now posing just as Luke had in just his socks, shoes and neckerchief. His cock at the beginning was quite small, the uncut shriveled little member being barely an inch [2 cm] with his balls sucked up tightly in their small sack. However, the more Bryan handled him, moving him from pose to pose for the camera, he started feeling funny. He had noticed this before and didn't really understand why his penis would get hard. He had meant to read about it, but never had the opportunity away from his mom to get to the right books at the library. By the time they were done with the "before" pictures, he member was at full staff at just under 3 inches [7½ cm], with his cockhead barely sticking out of the rather long foreskin.

John came from behind the camera and grasped Gage's boyhood, startling him. "Well, there really isn't much to cut here is there Patrol Leader?" he said examining the hairless equipment. Gage had in fact just noticed before he got railroaded into the scouts that he had sprouted his first pubic hair. He had counted 7 or 8 tiny blonde hairs the night before as a matter of fact. "Hand me the scissors Bryan, no need to make a production out of this one, then go fill a bucket with water."

Bryan retrieved the barber scissors from the cart and handed them to his dad, before heading over to the sink to fill the bucket. John took them and kneeled down. "He has the makings of a few boy hairs, but he sure doesn't act like a boy, so we will just",snip,"take," snip, "care of that now," snip, snip, snip. As quick as that Gage's groin was denuded.

"As for his head, let's see. He has kind of girly hair, but since he acts so girly, I think we will leave it mostly as it is, but it does need a touch up," he was tugging at Gage's long thick hair. "First though, we need to wet it." Pulling Gage by the neckerchief, he led the boy over to a spot above a drain hole in the floor. For once he was holding back the tears, but he was horrified at the loss of his pubic hairs. He had been so happy when they first started coming in, and now they were completely gone! And why was his penis feeling way?

His penis quickly felt that way no more when on a signal from John, Bryan without warning, dumped the cold water from the bucket all over Gage's head, causing him to shriek at the top of his lungs.

"Shut up Scout, we need to get the piss cleaned up off you and tidy up your hair. Bryan, comb it out with a middle part and comb his bangs straight into his face. Let's see what we have to work with."

As Gage stood shivering, he barely was aware of the older boy combing out his now soaking wet hair until this bangs were combed over his eyes. When Bryan finally finished, John walked around trying to figure out what to do with the boy's hair. Normally he would have just taken the clippers to it and shaved it down, but since they had Luke nice and trimmed, he decided to keep the sissy boy's hair, well, sissy like. Gage's hair reached almost to his shoulders when combed out wet, so John left it and just started trimming up the boy's bangs in a straight line above his rather feminine arched eyebrows. He trimmed the edges of the rest of his long hair even, so the result was a rather school girl looking haircut on the boy, although it wouldn't look too out of place in the countries where most of his friends lived at that time.

John removed Gage's neckerchief and was about to have Bryan get him a new black one for their troop, but changed his mind. "This one hasn't earned the right to a new uniform yet Patrol Leader, don't you agree."

"Most definitely not sir." Bryan said. The Patrol Leader's cock was growing in his jock again at the sight of the shivering sissy in front of him.

"Most definitely not," John agreed. "Patrol Leader, get a training collar for Scout candidate Gage Powers here. God his name even sounds like a sniveling crybaby brat name," John scoffed. "That's OK though sissy. My Patrol Leader and I like a good challenge don't we boy?"

"Most definitely sir, " Bryan replied as he sorted through an assortment of leather gear in a cabinet. He had made plenty of hoods, collars, cuffs and harness over the last couple of years under his father's tutelage in leather craft. Some had been used on him by his father, but most went untouched, waiting for a day like this to be tested. He smiled when he found just what he was looking for. One of his early works, it was a nice 2 inch [5 cm] thick collar, black with no decoration and only one D-ring on the front, with a double hasp buckle that had a slot for a padlock if needed. He would need to punch two holes in it to make if fit the small neck it was now intended for, but that would only take a moment.

He walked over to Gage and had to lift his hair out of the way to get the collar around the boy's neck, measuring where the new holes would have to go. They didn't intend on such a waifish scout in their original plan. He could feel Gage tense under his touch as he adjusted the leather, and once again he felt the rush of power go straight to his cock in his jock, causing him to adjust himself, before heading to the workbench to quickly pound the new holes using an awl.

He walked back behind Gage, "Lift up that nice pretty hair so I can put this on you boy, or should I say sissy boy!" Bryan laughed.

Angry and humiliated, but also totally defeated and not wanting another spanking, the nearly nude boy lifted his wet freshly trimmed blonde locks up baring his neck to the older boy behind him. He swallowed hard when he felt the leather being snugged around his neck and started breathing rapidly as his Patrol Leader tightened it snuggly and fastened it in place, satisfied that the fit was nice and tight, but not too tight as to hamper the little kid's breathing. As Bryan finished fastening the buckle his father handed him a small padlock. Bryan snapped it in place with an audible "click" that started Gage shaking uncontrollably.

Back in the bird cage, Luke watched in fascination. The idea of putting a collar on a boy like he was a dog or something should be revolting him, but his cock said otherwise. If he could touch himself, he would! Not to mention that little fucker tried to sell him down the river alone! He wouldn't mind at all witnessing another spanking 3;. He stared on, bound tightly spread eagled and didn't even realize that he was thrusting his hips outward, fucking space of the cage. His cockhead was sticking out of the waistband of his filthy briefs and leaking copiously.

Meanwhile Bryan hooked a finger through the D-ring of Gage's collar and pulled the boy back in front of the camera. "Stand there and do as your told!"

With tears running down his face again, John started taking photos of the boy. His long blond hair was still wet, but now neatly combed. He had the boy hold his hair up for several shots, highlighting the black collar against the blonde hair at white skin. Unlike Luke, who spent a lot of time outdoors and was genetically unable to tan, Gage spent most of his time indoors, and his fair skin was a result of hours in his room or the school library. There was absolutely no definition of where Gage wore clothes or didn't. That would have to change, thought John.

Another item that needed changing before he was finished taking photos for this stage was the state his new scout's cock. It was trying to hide form the camera and John new his friends would want to see more. "OK Gage, now you need to show off that cute little dick of yours. I want you to get hard for me. Grab your dick and start stroking it."

If John had spoken Chinese to the boy, the order could not have been more foreign to him. The very idea of playing with anything so private and dirty was ludicrous to the boy. Lately his cock had been getting of its own accord whenever it wanted, and not having a man to talk to these things about, he remained woefully unaware of the onset of his puberty. He was about to get a crash course.

When John noticed the bewildered look on Gage's face he laughed and nodded to Bryan. "This sissy doesn't even know how to play with his cock! Patrol Leader, give the boy his first lesson. We don't have all fucking day!"

Bryan approached Gage from behind and wrapped his arms around shuddering Gage, whispering into his ear. "Easy there kid. This feels good, just relax. You and your pal over there are going to learn a lot in this troop." He grasped the boy's small package in one hand. "Close your eyes and relax." He started slowly rubbing the tiny penis between two fingers.

Gage sucked in his breath and bit his lower lip. No one had ever touched him there or like this! He was feeling weird. The boy had heard talk of "jerking off" but was too afraid to ask the other boys for fear of being made fun of yet again. He had heard of "cumming" before as well, but up until he witnessed the act earlier that day, he had no idea of the mechanics or meaning of it. Now his own cock was responding to the older boys touch in a way that he couldn't understand. He was horrified, knowing that this somehow was wrong 3; but the feeling!

Bryan smiled as he felt the boy's member swell between his fingers. In no time at all he had manipulated Gage to his full erect state, slightly under 3 inches [7½ cm] fully hard and skinned back. "Hold our your hand Gage," he whispered. When the boy timidly obeyed, the Patrol Leader gathered a mouthful of spit and deposited into the boy's open palm, causing the younger boy to wince but wisely not try to wipe his hand. "Good boy," Gage let go of the tiny cock. Now you take over, get it nice and wet and keep stroking it. Use your whole hand kid." Bryan stepped out of the way, allowing the camera to now focus on the boy in the collar and socks, stroking his boy meat.

John smiled, liking the shots he was not getting of the little sissy with a hard on. When he had the boy salute like he did Luke, the boy didn't cum, but his little dick was sticking almost straight up. The boy's feet were together and his knees were knocking. He was having the most intense feelings of his young life but didn't understand them. He now didn't want to let go of his dick, even when he was ordered to.

"We've created a monster," joked John to his son. "Get your hands behind your back boy. Stand at parade rest! You only get to play with that little clit when we say so!" He turned to Bryan, "get the rope and be creative. I want his hands immobilized. He is going to demonstrate with his mouth if he as learned anything today.

"Yes Scoutmaster!" Bryan quickly retrieved the rope that had previously bound Luke's hands and walked up to Gage, "turn around boy, let me show you what a real scout can do!" Without waiting for the small blonde to comply, Bryan spun him around so that he was facing the backdrop. He forced Gage to fold his arms behind his back, so that each of his hands was almost grabbing the opposite elbow. He started by tying each wrist to the opposite arm. He then created a single knot between his shoulder blades and looped the rope through the same hasp in the collar as the padlock, then brought the end back down tightening the whole affair, pulling Gage's neck back so that he couldn't bend his head forward and could only bend forward from his waist. Satisfied with his work, he spun the boy back around and noticed with a smirk that the little cock was still rock hard.

John noticed too and snapped a few more pictures before getting an idea. "Ok Let's see if you learned anything while you were watching sissy." The Scoutmaster went over to a cabinet and got a small steel snap ring before leading Gage by his collar back over to the birdcage. He pressed the boy's face right into the bars of the cage, so that he was eye level with Luke's bulging cum soaked briefs then ran the snap ring through the D ring on his collar and around one of the horizontal bars of the cage, effectively holding his head in place, allowing only a few inches of movement.

While Gage was terrified, he also couldn't help staring at the outline of Luke's dick, clearly visible through the wet underwear. The older boy's dick was so much bigger than his, and it had all that slimy stuff oozing out of it! He looked up to find the older boy's eyes burning into him with anything but friendliness. Why couldn't he ever make friends? His thoughts were interrupted.

"Like what you see sissy? I'm sure your dying to taste him, so go ahead!" John said. He had pulled Luke's scout belt out of his discarded uniform shorts and was looping it through the cage around Luke's bare back. He pulled the restrained spread eagled teenagers body forward, so that his crotch was pressed between the bars, almost perfectly even with Gage's face. He fasted the belt buckle, so that Luke was now restrained with his groin pressed forward.

Luke was looking now at the little kids pouting lips less than an inch [2 cm] from his cock. With his hands bound tightly behind him and his collar now fastened to the cage, he wasn't going anywhere, and his cock was drooling at the site. He knew it was totally wrong, and the kid was being forced, but he wanted him to share the same humiliation he had, and know that he was at the bottom of the pile here in this room. I'm a fucking patrol leader and this little shit shouldn't even be a boy scout, he thought. You're going to suck my cock you little shit!

As if John was reading his mind, he pushed Gage's face into the sticky cotton bulge. "Open your mouth faggot and eat his cock! I want to see your tongue! Lick it! If I don't see real effort I am going to whip your ass till it bleeds boy!" He smacked Gage's bare ass with a loud CRACK!

Gage yelped and banged his head against the bars of the cage and without thinking or further hesitation, he started licking Luke's expanding cock through the sticky underpants. Licking the fabric caused him to start salivating and soon he was drooling and adding to the mess in Luke's briefs, who for his part was softly moaning at the feeling. Just as when he came in front of the camera, the feeling of helplessness was doing something strange to him.

Satisfied with the slurping noises and the amount of effort the blonde was putting into his first effort at dick licking, John decided he was ready for the real thing. "Patrol Leader, help the tenderfoot take off his panties so the other faggot can get a real taste of cock. Don't let that precious seed go to waste though."

"Yes sir," replied Bryan, who's own cock was fully testing the confines of his jock, which remained all he was wearing at the time other than his socks boots and gloves. He retrieved a small knife from his uniform belt, and walked over to the boys. Gage stopped and started with horror at the sight of the knife, but John slapped the back of his head.

"I didn't fucking say to stop faggot! Keep eating cock! Get your mouth and that fucking cock and don't stop!" The boy went back to his task, not hating it as much as he thought. The taste in his mouth wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't that bad 3;For some reason he kept wanting to grab his own little cock, even though his arms were firmly tied behind him. The more he licked the more he wanted it. This was wrong he kept telling himself!

Bryan meanwhile reached through the bars and grabbed Luke's briefs from the side, scrunched them up and pulled them into his crack before taking the knife and cutting them free on one side, then ripping them the rest of the way off. Luke winced, but he wouldn't give the older kid the satisfaction of yelling out. He wanted to show that he was no sissy faggot ( the fact that he was trying to stuff his cock into Gage's face didn't count in his mind)! Free of it's cotton prison, Luke's slimy cock slapped against Gage's red cheek leaving a trail of spit and pre cum.

Bryan noticed and smiled to himself. Don't worry he thought, I will have you screaming and begging when the time comes 3;"Open your mouth scout!" He was looking at Luke. Luke knew what was coming, but again was trying to show some toughness to distance himself from the sissy slurping on his cock, met Bryan's eyes and opened his mouth.

Bryan held the gage and shoved the tattered briefs into Luke's mouth as hard and as far as he could, then pinched his nose closed. "Eat them Scout. I want to see you swallowing all the good stuff out of those!" He looked down at Gage, "What are you looking at? Get those pretty little lips around that cock and suck!"

Luke had no choice. The briefs in his mouth made him salivate and all the juices mixed together with no where to go but down his throat. Once Bryan saw him swallow, he smiled and let go of Luke's nose allowing him to breathe. The older boy and his father watched the amateur blow job continue for several minutes satisfied the little blonde was getting the hang of it, or at least doing ok on the boy sized cock he was slurping on, getting about half of it in his mouth at once.

"Keep your teeth off his dick boy. If I see any teeth marks it's a whipping!" John warned Gage. The kid was doing his best to just use his lips. With plenty of spit now on Luke's dick though, his little mouth was just sliding up and down the shaft, aided by Luke thrusting forward as much as he could in his chains.

"That's it sissy, slurp it good," Bryan was right next to him whispering in his ear. "You love this shit, your little sissy clit is hard as a rock!" He reached down and rubbed Gage's rock hard penis. "Good thing we found you so we could teach you what you were born for. To be a nice cute little girly sissy cock sucking faggot!"

The words burned in Gage's mind and tears again started flowing down his face, but, still he felt like he had never felt before. He was fascinated with the cock he was sucking, as well as the neatly trimmed small red bush that he was totally jealous of just above it. He wanted so much to have his own pubic hair and was feeling very inadequate when he saw how much bigger the other boy's dicks were. But the feeling of being jerked now was totally blowing his young mind. What was happening to him? All of a sudden he felt like he had to pee really really bad!!! He started whimpering and pulled his mouth off the dick.

"P, please sir, stop! I gotta go!"

Knowing exactly what was happening, Bryan stopped the jerking. "Get your lips back on that cock sissy! Just let it happen! No one told you to stop! Keep milking this tenderfoot!"

The scene unfolding in front of Luke was incredibly erotic to him, even if he didn't know the meaning of the word at his tender age. He just knew the little sissy being forced to suck him was turning him on and he felt his balls boiling again. His first blow job was nothing like he imagined it would be late at night in his room, but then again, he could never have imagined this in a million years! He started whimpering into the underwear stuffed into his mouth knowing there was nothing he could do to stop the inevitable. He tried warning Gage, but it just came out as mumbles.

Bryan had removed his cock from his Jock and was stroking it right next to Gage's face. "That's just a little starter dick, sissy. I bet you can't wait to get those pretty little faggot lips on this cock!" He slapped his cock against Gage's face.

Gage eyes grew large at the sight of Bryan's cock up close. He was totally overcome with the feeling he had just had and thought he was going to wet himself. His little cock started convulsing and he was in the throws of his first orgasm ever. He yelled out around Luke's cock just as the older boy started to pump a load of ginger cum into his tiny mouth. Gage's orgasm was dry, but the feeling was so overwhelming he didn't' eve realize his mouth was filling with boy cum until he tired to breath. He started coughing up jizz and tried to pull his head back, but the chain held him in place and Luke's cock, while out of his mouth was still firing hot dick snot all over his face.

"Fuckin A," Bryan whispered as he felt his own orgasm come and started adding his own fuck sauce all over Gage's face and Luke's dick. By the time he finished, Luke's dick was dripping with his own cum. Gage started crying, not knowing what had just happened to him. It felt intense, but he was worried never having had the experience and not being ready for it. He didn't get the chance to ask.

Bryan looked down at Gage, who had cum all over his face and Luke's still hard cock resting on his right cheek. Bryan grabbed his own cock and milked it dry over Gage's other cheek before putting it back in his Jock. "Get my cum off his cock sissy. I want that cock cleaned up now and stop sniveling like a girl, although I know that goes against your nature!" he added derisively as he grabbed the blonde's head and forced it back on Luke's cock. Not knowing what else to do, Gage started sucking up the slime obediently, doing his best not to vomit.

Meanwhile John had walked over to the cage and yanked the underwear out of Luke's mouth. "That is twice you have cum without permission boy. You will be punished for this! You need to learn control!"

Luke struggled in his bonds. "Sir, please, I couldn't help it. I've never had, I mean no one has ever 3;"

"Silence! I don't want to hear your excuses. Now you have added talking out of turn to your list of infractions." He pulled Gage's head back and saw that he had gotten most of the cum off the boy's cock. "I need some time to think about the appropriate punishment for both of you. This is not a good way to start out in your new troop! Patrol Leader!"

Bryan snapped to attention. "Sir!"

"Get these two some water, although they don't really deserve it, then join me upstairs. I'm hungry."

The Scoutmaster headed to the door as Bryan quickly got a canteen. He held it to each boy's mouth, both grateful for the chance to get rid of some of the taste of the sex they had just been force fed. They could have both easily drank more, but Bryan was careful not to over water them, and make sure they would be left wanting, but not in any physical danger of dehydrating. As he got to the door of the hutch, he turned off all lights except for one dimmed bulb just above and behind the bird cage.

"I'll leave this on and give you two faggots a chance to get to know one another. Don't try anything dumb! We'll be back in a few hours 3;maybe." He laughed and shut the door, leaving both boys naked but for their socks and shoes and bound in the almost total darkness. Both boys shuddered at the sound of the huge deadbolt being thrown, locking them in from outside. Under the dim spotlight in the otherwise darkened shelter, feeling totally alone and helpless, both boys, spent and frightened, started to cry.

Chapter 5

As John relaxed he thought about how to proceed. The introduction had gone well, better than he had hoped actually, and he was very proud of the way Bryan had taken charge of the two boys. Still he needed to remind Bryan who was ultimately in charge. He didn't want him to feel too big for his own tight britches, so to speak.

"Take my socks off boy, and get your mouth to work."

If Bryan felt any disappointment or resentment at being ordered to do such a supplicant task, he knew better than to show it. He realized that although the new 'scouts' in the hidden hutch were the new whipping boys, he was still his dad's 'boy' in more than just a biological sense. He peeled his father's green army socks off his sweaty feet and proceeded to give the large man's equally large feet a tongue bath. making sure he got them slobbery wet, the way his dad liked, and ensuring that he got his tongue in between the sweaty toes, while continuing to had massage the rest of his feet, with his hands.

John leaned back in his chair and took another swig of beer, smiling to himself that the plan had worked so well. In fact, it worked so well that he was horny already again, something that didn't happen as often these days as it used too when he was younger. Looking down at his son sucking on his toes caused his cock to stir to life, and he wasted no time. He put the beer on the table and used his other foot to shove Bryan back so he cold stand.

"Good job Patrol Leader, you got me good and horned up!" John peeled off his shirt, revealing his muscled torso to his son. "I think a nice pre dinner fuck is in order. Our new recruits won't be ready for that for a while, so you will have to do." John grabbed his son's kerchief and pulled him over, then pushed hid down so that he was prone over the sturdy kitchen table. He unzipped his pants and quickly tossed them aside, so he wan now standing fully nude and erect behind his son. He slapped Bryan's ass, still nicely outlined by the thin black straps of his jock. "Spread your fucking legs boy, and beg me for it! You got to cum twice down there, so now it's my turn!"

"Yes sir," Bryan said gripping the other side of the table and spreading his legs wide. By the tone of his father's voice and the huskiness, he knew he was in for a rough fucking and the best to do was do everything he was told, just as he had been trained since being a small boy. He tried his best to display his hole to his father, "Please fuck me sir. It would be an honor. Your plan worked perfectly!"

"Hmph, don't suck up pussy boy!" John said and slapped Bryan's ass again hard, causing the boy to let out a muffled grunt. "Who's in charge here boy?" he jammed his thumb into Bryan's ass and started working it around.

"Aghh, you are Siiir!," Bryan hissed. His father had used no spit or any other kind of lube.

"Don't ever forget that son!" He pulled his thumb out and leaned over Bryan's prone body, the Scoutmaster rubbing his large dripping cock between his son's stretched cheeks. He bent down to his ear and whispered into his ear, "EVER!" and shoved his thumb into Bray's mouth.

When the boy started sucking the thumb that had just been in his ass, he felt his dad maneuvering his large cockhead toward his entrance. The boy reached back and helped steer.

"That's it son, once a pussy boy, always a pussy boy. You can't wait to have your Daddy's cock in your pussy can you?", he slapped Bryans hand out of the way and pressed his cock into it's target. No matter how many times Bryan had taken the large cock, it was never an easy or pain free entrance, and especially now with no lube and his father pressing quickly and firmly, it took all of Bryan's will not to scream out in pain as he tried to accommodate the cock. John had both hands on his son's waist now, pulling himself into his son's velvety boy cunt.

"Ah, sir, Scoutmaster, Daddy, it hurts, please slow down sir," he whimpered, doing his best to try and take it but failing.

John pulled completely out, and struck his son's ass hard three times. "Shut the fuck up. You are a Patrol Leader, and you better be able to take what you give!" John leaned down and picked up one of his army socks and shoved in his son's mouth. "There, that should keep you from embarrassing yourself anymore!" He grabbed his gagged son by the waistband of his jockstrap and pulled him back and up. He reached around and grabbed his son's right nipple between his fingers and twisted hard, causing another screech into the sock gag. "Now are you going to take your fucking like the man I know you can be? Or maybe you want to join the two pussy boys down in their cell?"

Biting down hard on the sock, Bryan shook his head no, and tried to say "fuck me daddy" through the sweaty sock. Satisfied, John smiled and let go of the nipple and shoved his son back down, kicking his legs apart.

"Good answer boy! Good answer." He rammed his cock in as hard as he could and started fucking the boy with gusto.

In the basement, both boys had dozed off after they cried themselves out. Luke was the first to wake back up. He was hurting all over from being restrained in the cage in the spread eagled but what really caused him concern was the pain in his bladder. He looked down and gazed at Gage, who was still out of it, moving to and fro as much as his chained collar would allow. Luke tried to move his torso and aim his cock away from the blonde, but it was no use, his half hard dick was resting on Gage's cheek and no matter what he did, he could see he would shower the kid with his piss.

"Hey kid, Gage, wake up kid!" He wiggled his hips, slapping Gage on the cheek with his cock.

Gage slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the older red head. "I want to go home! When are they gonna let us go? My mom can pay any ransom, even for you." His tone of voice made it clear that he wasn't use to talking to other boys as equals. "She will make them pay for this, that's for sure."

Gage reminded Luke of some of the other rich kids he had known at school. Typical, he thought. Still, since he was the oldest though, he would have to try help both of them deal with their situation. He was the higher ranking scout after all. Still, it wouldn't be easy. "Shut up kid, they aint gonna let us go. In case you haven't figured it out, they don't want money. They want us for other stuff."

The concept of not wanting wealth was foreign to Gage. In his family, mainly his mother of course, money was everything, it brought status and power and made all the other kids respect and fear him (or so he thought). "Well what else could they want us for?"

"Geeze kid, sex stuff of course! Those blow jobs we just gave were just the beginning I'm sure!" Luke had of course heard all the crude sex talk on the playground at school, but he never really thought about boys doing to boys except in the abstract of "what are you a fag?" type of talk. Gage, who was much more sheltered was naïve enough not to even consider what other things could happen to them. "They age going to fuck us eventually I think." Luke whispered, as much as to himself as to Gage. The feeling in his bladder was getting more intense.

"What do you mean fuck us?" Panic was raising in Gage's voice. He had heard the term of course, but was ashamed to admit that he didn't really know the true meaning of it. He did not benefit from the same playground education as most boys his age.

"Luke kid, Gage right? I'm Luke. We have no hope of escaping for the time being if you haven't used your superior intelligence to figure out. The best to do for now is cooperate with what them and do as we are told. I don't think they want to kill us, but we don't want to give them an excuse. So please stop crying all the dang time and try to act like a scout. I know you're scared and so am I, but you will keep getting picked on if you keep acting like such a fucking baby!" He was trying to keep the anger out of his voice and not succeeding very well. "And now I'm sorry but I really have to pee and can't hold it any more." Luke was fidgeting in his bondage and curling his toes in his sneakers while he tried to get some control over Gage, but it had been too long. Soon his cock, only inches from Gage's face was hosing down the boy, resulting in a fresh bout of tears from the smaller boy.

At first Luke felt bad for him, but then he got angry at the little kid for not being able to control himself. He looked down at the piss shower he was giving the little brat and smiled inwardly at least, remembering past taunting of other kids who thought they were better than him! He hoped he got some in his mouth! Finally after a good twenty seconds or so, he squeezed the last drops out and shook a little. The piss had bounced off Gage and now both boys were soaked, although Luke from just the waist down.

Gage's long blond hair was soaked with piss and his eyes, even though he kept them closed tightly were stinging from the dark yellow stream that had hit his face. He was furious! How dare he? He wasn't thinking clearly so even though it was obvious Luke had no choice, he still blamed him and thought he did it on purpose. I will make all of them pay when this is over he fumed to himself.

Luke could see the rage in the boy's face, "Sorry kid, I couldn't hold it. I didn't do it on purpose!"

"Shut up! You did too! I want to go home!" Gage whined. "I don't want to do sex stuff! It's gross!"

Oh brother, Luke thought. If I had to get kidnapped, why with this little shit? At least his bladder felt better. He looked down at Gage. The sight of the little brat tied up and chained by his collar to his cock would provide excellent jerk off fantasies if I was in my room, he thought. Way better than the boy's underwear ads he secretly looked at in the Sears and Penny's catalogs. What the hell is wrong with me? God my arms hurt. He tried relieving the weight on his wrists, but then his feet and knees would hurt. He looked back down at Gage and his cock started to harden as he thought of impure things he knew he shouldn't, especially in his situation, but somehow he couldn't help it.

Back upstairs, John had his pants back on and was having another beer, watching as his son prepared their evening meal at the stove. He felt very satisfied.

Bryan was still wearing just his jock, shoes, socks and neckerchief, but had also donned an apron to prevent getting splattered with hot oil as he fried their steaks. Both the boy's nipples were slightly swollen and he had a small tissue in his nose to stop the bleeding from when his dad slammed his face into the table during the violent fucking he had just received. John was hungry too and didn't allow his son time to douche himself, so there were large streams of cum leaking out of his ass and down the backs of his legs and piddling at the top of his socks.

There would be time for that after dinner, thought John, and he admired the current view too much anyways. "Sorry about your nose boy, but damn you can still get your old man fired up and horny!"

Well used to rough sex by now from his father and his father's occasional house guests, it didn't bother Bryan too much, although he was smarting a bit. "That's OK dad. It helps me be a better son to you, and hopefully teach me the right way to fuck a boy when it's my turn!"

John smiled, "Well said son. Your time is coming soon, I promise. Now lets eat!"

He let his son serve him a dinner of steak and potatoes with some green beans, and they both ate while listening to the drama between the two boys in the hut via the microphones placed all over the room. He didn't currently have a camera in the bird cage area, so they couldn't see the boys, but it was kind of entertaining just to listen to the interaction between them. They were just finishing dinner when they heard Gage's screeching as he got his golden shower. When they heard Gage's disgust at 'sex stuff' both father and son got a good laugh.

"Well I hate to disappoint the little sissy, but he is going to learn a whole lot of sex stuff. He is just to pretty for his own good," he laughed as he stood up.

"Go ahead and use the gruel recipe we tested and make them up a batch. They are both going to be constipated because they are scared shitless so we will take care of that too." John went to a cupboard and pulled out a white unmarked bottle. "A medic friend made this up for me, it's very powerful laxative. One drop should do it for Red, but make sure you give the little one's bowl three drops, understand?" Bryan took the bottle and nodded, with an evil grin, relishing both the boy's upcoming discomfort and embarrassment, but especially poor Gage. "Good, I'm going to go down and get them started on cleaning up for the night. As soon as your done with the gruel, let it get cold while you clean yourself up. Bring their dinner down to the hut in your sleep clothes. I'm going to set you up in a cot outside their cell for the first couple of nights, just to make sure nothing goes wrong. Get to it!"

"Yes dad," Bryan replied and started on the batch of the watery tasteless goo that would be the scouts first meal in captivity.

Back in full uniform John stopped to fill a mop bucket rainwater from a barrel outside the barn before in the yard before heading back down into the scout hut. The sound of the bold being thrown alerted both boys out of their stupor and both feared the unknown of what would happen to them next. Luke was shaking and Gage started whimpering.

The scoutmaster approached both the boys and acted surprised when he saw them both soaked with piss and the large puddle underneath them. He sat the bucket down. "What the fuck? I can't leave you for an hour without you pissing yourself again sissy?"

Gage was about to profess his innocence when Luke spoke up. "It was me sir. I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold it and I couldn't miss him I mean 3;"

"Shut up. I don't care who did it. You two are going to clean this pig sty up. There's cum and piss all over the floor because you two can't control yourselves."

He united Gage's hands and wrists from behind his back, then unlocked his leash from the bird cage. Gage immediately started rubbing his wrists and wince form the pain of this still limbs bending back to their normal location. John quickly pulled him forward and down by the leash however, causing the boy to top his fall with his hands. "Stay on your hands and knees and don't move." Then John realized that he himself had to pee after drinking all the beer upstairs and smiled down at the prone blond and started undoing his fly. "Since you like piss so much sissy, I will show you how much a real man can pee out of man sized cock!"

Terrified, Gage looked up and saw the man fishing his large fleshy dick out of his uniform trousers. "Nooo please don't! I didn't mean too! It wasn't my fault! I won't pee myself anymore I promise!" He was on the verge of hysterics'. It was bad enough wetting himself, but the humiliation of being peed on by a man was overwhelming. For a boy used to getting his own way so much he couldn't comprehend the situation he was in.

Before Luke even understood himself what he was doing he shouted out in the loudest voice he could get without his voice breaking. "Scoutmaster sir. May I ask permission to speak sir?"

Still holding his cock, with his gloved hand, John looked over to Luke, surprised at the boy's military like bearing while he was stretched out, chained in a cage. "What is it Scout"

"Sir, it was my fault, I peed on us both and made this mess. If you are going to pee on a scout for punishment, it, it should be me sir. He's just a tenderfoot and doesn't know how to act yet." Luke couldn't believe he was volunteering to get pissed on! Part of him would like nothing better than to see the little brat get what's coming to him, but the other part of him felt like since he was actually at fault, he should own up to it. Scouting was one of the few things that Luke had to cling to in his young life and he took his personal honor seriously.

John was surprised and more than a little impressed by Luke's courage. With his cock still hanging out of his pants he walked over and locked eyes with the terrified bound redhead. "Well said scout. You might actually have the makings of a real leader someday. But you should also be aware that when I decide something, it's final. But just this once I am going to make an exception because you are new and you at least asked properly." He started unlocking Luke's wrist irons. "Be aware however, that you just added to your punishment for speaking out of turn. Every action has consequences boy. Understand me?" He held each ankle fast as he unlocked them as well to prevent both the boy from falling, or from his trying to kick him. When he was complete finished he helped the stiff youth out of the cage.

Even thought he was finally unchained, Luke still felt extremely vulnerable due to being nearly naked in the presence of this man who just oozed authority. Even though part of him was trying to tell him to make a run for it, he just couldn't make his limbs go along with any plan like that. The Scoutmaster's persona and the uniform held a power over the boy.

John grabbed Luke's neckerchief and led the boy over to where Gage was still on his hands and knees. Luke's cock was bobbing off his belly almost fully hard again. His cross wired hormones were in overdrive.

"Get over the sissy here Red, hand and knees and straddle him." John was lightly stroking his flaccid cock in anticipation, he had to make sure not to get so hard that he couldn't pee! Luke obeyed and kneeled down on top of the smaller boy, acutely aware of the feeling of his hard cock nestling into the incredibly soft pillow like flesh of Gage's ass cheeks as he straddled him, placing his chin on Gage's blond mop and looking up at the Scoutmaster, who was now standing legs spread aiming his cock down at them both.

"You know scouts, a bear marks his territory by pissing on it, so it's fitting I do the same. It's too bad your Patrol leader isn't here, and he could join me. Remind me about it so he can mark you as well. " John let loose with a short hard stream of urine that hit Luke right in the face. Luke jerked his head back in surprise, and the hot liquid stung his eyes and nose. He did his best not to let any into his mouth. John laughed at him, remember to be careful what you ask for around here boy! Open you eyes and look at me Scout!"

Lips quivering, Luke forced himself to meet the Scoutmaster's gaze. He tried to stare the man down but lost his nerve after only a few seconds. He could feel Gage quaking underneath him and pressing his body back and upward to the older boy for comfort. He pressed back into the smaller boy and did his best to prepare for what was coming. He didn't wait long. John started unloading a huge torrent of piss onto both boys and started to circle them, ensuring he didn't miss any spot.

Gage was moaning and doing his best not to cry again, and Luke's presence helped, even though he could feel the older boy's 'thing' grow stiff and rubbing in his butt crack. He could hear and man's boots clicking the concrete as he walked around them hosing them down with his cock.

"I hereby mark both of you little pussies as my property, " John was saying. He was now behind the boys and looking down at four legs and two butts, Luke's butt being slightly spread open as he was straddling the smaller blonde kid. This made a nice pink bulls eye for him to aim for. He smirked as he noticed Luke grinding into Gage as he 'marked' them. "Two tenderfoot scout pussy boys, just begging to be trained for service in our troop. You start out and the bottom of the shit pile boys," he made sure to soak both boy's socks and shoes as he continued around the other side. Realizing he was about done, he aimed at their heads, ensuring to soaked both of them well before shaking out the rest.

Luke had close his eyes again and wads holding his breath. Not so much because of the foul smell of the heavily pungent piss he was being soaked with, but because once again he was fighting for control of his desire. He knew this was so wrong, and yet the feeling he got when his exposed ass was shot with piss was causing him to grind harder and harder into the squirming moaning boy beneath him. When the piss hit his hair he had to breath and he lost all control, and to his utter shame started to orgasm just as John finished their piss shower.

Luke burring his face in the back of Gage's head and tried to stifle his cries of passion as he came for the third time that day. He was shocked by the power of the spasms he was having and soon Gage was shocked as he felt the warm goo shooting into his butt crack along with the piss. He could tell it wasn't pee though and as he tried to pinch his butt closed, collapsed under the weight of the bigger boy and they both ended up in a wet sticky pile on the floor.

"What the fuck! WHAT THE FUCK!? " John screamed as he yanked Luke up by his neckerchief, revealing his cum dripping cock along with the tell tale puddle on Gage's back and butt.

"Sir, I mean Scoutmaster, I didn't mean too sir. I was 3;"

"Do you get off on getting pissed on Scout, is that it?" John screamed at the boy, not giving his a chance to answer, "Or did you just want to try to fuck the little blond sissy here. You like long haired blonde boys is that it Scout?"

"Yes sir, I mean, no sir I mean 3;" Luke eyes filled with tears and he was staring to hyperventilate. He was totally humiliated, standing there with a hard dripping cock and covered in piss.

"Shut up Scout, I've heard enough of your stupid mouth for the day. Take your fucking shoes and socks off NOW!"

Flustered and not knowing what else to do, Luke obeyed instantly, leaning down and untying his soaking wet sneakers, and quickly peeling off his soggy socks. He looked to the Scoutmaster who held out a gloved hand to take the soaking wet socks from him.

"Put your shoes back on NOW!"

Trying his best not to all over he put the dirty sneakers back on, his feet feeling totally gross and squishy as he stood back up.

"Stop making that face or I will give you something to really feel sorry about. Now get down there and clean up your fucking mess!" To Luke's shame and horror he was pointing at Gage's still up turned, now cum filled ass crack. There was an especially large puddle right where his tiny crack met his spine. He quickly started looking around for a rag or waiting to see if he was to use one of his socks, but before he could ask, the Scoutmaster let out an exasperated sigh and again grabbed his kerchief and pulled the boy down by it until his face was right in Gage's ass.

"Use your fucking mouth you ignorant cunt!" John screamed, and smacking his ass hard in the process. "Jeesus, why did I get a fucking blonde sissy and an ignorant fucking redhead!" he grabbed Luke by the back of the head and started rubbing his face in the cum and piss. "Get that tongue to work faggot. if it was good enough for that pathetic little prick of yours it's good enough for your pussy mouth. I want to hear lapping sounds Scout. Eat your cum out of the sissy!" He used one of Luke's piss soaked socks as a whip and smoked Luke's pale freckled ass hard again for emphasis. He made Luke stop and show him a blob of his own cum on his tongue and made him swallow it. Luke did his best not to show his revulsion. Sensing some resistance still in the youth, John started using the sopping wet sock as a whip on Gage's tender ass.

With his cheeks as red as the rising welts on his butt, Luke started lapping up his cum from Gage's butt. He could also taste the pungent urine and several times gagged and almost threw up as John kept whipping his ass with the sock until finally when satisfied the boy had actually swallowed a good bit of his own jizz, yanked him back to his feet.

"I don't have to tell you I hope that you have just added to your punishment for cumming again." John scolded the quivering boy. Luke had a mixture of drool and cum dripping down his chin, and his softening cock still had a string of cum hanging off the tip.

"Sir, Scoutmaster, sir, please, I didn't 3;"

"Enough! Before you get in any more trouble than you already are, I am going to help you keep your stupid read headed freckle faced cum dump of a mouth quiet.." In front of Luke's face the Scoutmaster took one of his piss soaked socks and stretched it tightly. "Open you mouth Red, and don't make me ask twice!"

Knowing what was coming, but not knowing how to avoid it, Luke closed his eyes and opened his mouth. John took the piss soaked knee sock and tied a knot in the middle, placing the not in Luke's mouth and pulling very hard from behind before tying the gag in place. "There, that should keep you quiet." John admired his work, staring at Luke who was now standing in just his sneakers and neckerchief, with his garters still just under his knees, but no socks to hold up. He used the remaining sock to wipe up the drooling cum hanging off of Luke's shrinking cock, and held up dark green garment Luke's face. "Here, now take this and do the same to your little sissy friend you were so concerned about. I'm tired of hearing his blubbering. If it's not tight enough for me, I will take it out on both of you so don't fuck it up, and make sure that blob of your dick snot goes in the sissy's mouth!"

The Scoutmaster yanked Gage to his feet. The smaller boy had been doing his best to be quiet, grateful that the attention was not on him. He was mortified that his own little cock was hard as a rock, the result of Luke's warm tongue on his backside. He grimaced and clamped his mouth shut as Luke knotted the other sock and put the foul tasting garment to his small mouth. He turned his head aside, but Luke would have nothing of it. He was mad at the boy now. Mad that his smooth good looking body was turning him on. Mad for all the years he was made fun of for his freckles and red hair, when he had flawless skin and blonde hair. Mad for being made fun of behind his back for his second hand clothes, including by other scouts about his uniform, when this little brat was wearing a hundred dollars worth of new gear. Well now the brat would have to do what he was told! Luke grabbed a hold of Gage's chin and yanked open his mouth and stuff the knot in his mouth, making sure a big gob of his cum went to the back of his mouth. Gage fought and was gagging until Luke let him go to get his breathing under control through his nose. He then pulled as hard as he could to make the gag tighter than he needed to, and to his later shame was pleased when the smaller boy winced as he tied the gag in place.

"Both of you, come to attention and don't move!" John ordered as he went to retrieve the bucket he had just filled with rain water.

Both boys now stood gagged, one with a tiny hard on and looking at their feet as the Scoutmaster walked around them. They followed his progress by the click click click of his boots. He seemed to be walking away, but only for a moment as the sound got louder again as John walked up behind them.

"Scouts, you stink and this place is a pig sty!" Both boys screamed into their gags as the mop bucket of cold water was dumped over their naked bodies.

Both boys shrieked into their gag's and started dancing around as the shock of the cold water hit them. Not surprisingly both boys' cock's retreated as far as they could back inside their bodies as well.

"You are at attention!" John screamed.

Both boys stopped dancing but couldn't stop shivering as they tried their best to keep their arms still.

"Pathetic." The Scoutmaster went to his cabinet and retrieved a set of manacles. They were actually handcuffs with an extra long chain, but they would work perfectly as boy ankle cuffs. He tossed them on the floor between the two boys.

"Okay Scouts, time to earn your supper. Red, chain your ankles together."

John watched as the still shaking and now soaking wet boy bent down and did as he was told, first fasting the ratcheted cuff on his own bare right ankle, and over the smaller boy's left ankle around his sock.

"Very good, now you are going to take that bucket, go over to the sink and fill it with hot water, then add two capfuls of the disinfectant on the shelf under the sink. You will also find sponges under the sink. Both of you will then get on your hands and knees and proceed to scrub this floor from one end to the other. You have shown a complete disregard for cleanliness as scouts and should be ashamed for pissing and cumming all over the place. I'd better be able to eat off of it once you are done, and be aware that at any time you may be doing just that! Once you are done, you will be allowed a hot shower and your evening meal, but only if I am completely satisfied. Are there any questions?"

Both gagged boys looked at each other, each wondering how the heck they would ask even if they dared! Luke took the lead and shook his head no.

"Then what the fuck are you waiting for? MOVE!"

Their servitude had begun in earnest.

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