Boy Scouts

By Pueros & Erik

(Western Australia, summer 2001)

Quincy was an unusual entity for this remote township in Western Australia, which was actually closer to Djakarta in Indonesia, still over 1500 miles away, than Sydney. The boy was the only American youngster in town, his father having been posted here to run for a few years the local operations of a US-owned mining company. The 13 year-old was trying his best to settle in to his new life by trying to make friends at school and amongst his neighbours. However, the locals were wary of outsiders, particularly if they came from another country, and the young pretty blonde teen had struggled to make acquaintances with anyone. He therefore decided to join the local boy scouts, an organisation he had been in back home in California. His decision was made despite the fact that he abhorred wearing shorts, which were part of both the school and scout uniform here.

Quincy had enjoyed his time in the American scouts, especially as it had given him the opportunity to experiment his burgeoning sexuality with other similarly aged boys when camping. This had led to mutual masturbation and even fellatio and he made the mistake of thinking that such practices would also be common in this part of Australia.

Despite Quincy’s natural pleasantness and gregariousness, he still found group meetings rather lonely, as the local boys continued to spurn his attempts to establish friendships. However, the young American hoped that this situation would end soon during the planned weeklong camping expedition in the vast expanses of the Western Australian hinterland.

The group had set up camp in a remote location, by the sides of a river, unusually for the area, surrounded by some woodland. Quincy shared a four-person tent with another 13 year-old and two 14-year olds. They had already spent three days and nights here but still hardly any of the other scouts bothered with the young American, including the three alongside whom he slept. It was therefore on the fourth night, after they had all climbed into their sleeping bags, that the newcomer made his desperate move to break the ice.

“Anyone want me to wank or suck them,” the innocent Quincy, dressed just in underpants, naively asked the other three boys, attired in pyjamas, who were, as usual, inconsiderately whispering amongst themselves. There was an immediate stunned silence whilst the implications of what the young American had proposed sank into the consciousness of his shocked Australian companions, unaccustomed to such invitations or practices.

It was the elder of the two 14-year olds, actually almost 15, who eventually broke the quiet by enquiring rather snootily “Is it common for you Yanks to make such offers?” “It happens all the time in scout camp back home,” Quincy answered, still thinking that such activities must take place worldwide and not appreciating what a highly conservative, pompously sanctimonious and hypocritically puritanical place his new Western Australia home was.

The 14 year-old was now intrigued how far Quincy would be prepared to go to fulfil his suggestion and so asked “Do you do it naked?” Displays of nudity in front of others, apart from in school showers, were frowned upon by the shy young Australians and none of the trio expected the young American not to share similar inhibitions. However, they were confounded by the 13 year-old’s rapid reply of “Naturally, doesn’t everyone?”

Quincy did not receive an answer to his question. He instead received a request to “Show us!” and therefore started scrambling out of his sleeping bag to oblige, believing that at last he might be making some friends. Meanwhile, as the 13 years old was standing up, the three other boys looked at each other with broad smiles on their faces before winking. It had suddenly dawned that they could have some great fun in humiliating and shaming this particular pretty specimen of Americana.

After standing, Quincy unhestitatingly slipped his underpants off, revealing a very pleasant excited set of smooth genitalia, completely hairless and with the nicely rotund twin orbs of his ball sac dangling under an impressive cut erection. His companions were at first taken aback at the boy’s unabashed audacity before the oldest, his own uncut cock now growing whilst scrutinising the delicious nude, declared “O.K., Yank, you can suck me!” He then pulled open his sleeping bag and extracted his hardening penis from his pyjama fly, the furthest concession towards his own disrobing that he was prepared to consider.

Quincy, happy to be pleasing his new friends, knelt between the 14 year-old’s legs, still largely covered by the sleeping bag, and stated “I believe your name’s Mark. Well Mark, it’s normal to greet friends with a handshake but I’m happy to do this instead!” The young American’s head then went down towards the young Australian’s groin, to accompanying giggling from the other pair, who emerged from their own sleeping bags to gain a better perspective of the spectacle.

Mark’s cock had never been sucked before and was now gaining unprecedented pleasure from the act, so much so that he could not prevent himself from laying his hands on Quincy’s head. Meanwhile the other duo, their own hidden uncut penises now fully excited at the sight of the naked boy servicing their friend, could not resist rubbing their hands across the young American’s back and bottom as he performed. It was whilst the other 14 year-old ran his forefinger along the 13 year-old foreigner’s bumcrack that the idea for his own pleasure entered his mind, based on the definition for sodomy that he had read in a dictionary to satisfy his curiosity.

Quincy’s practised mouth did not take long to induce Mark’s climax and to several simultaneous outbursts of “Oh God!” several outbursts of seminal fluid spurted into the young American’s oral orifice, to be carefully devoured without spilling a drop. After eventually recovering from unprecedented bliss, the 14 year-old gave the 13 year-old a light time on the head as a thank you before the latter withdrew to look for other friends to please.

The other pair had already formulated their plan of action and asked Quincy whether he would oblige. Although the young American had not experienced sodomy, he was so eager to make friends that he accepted the invitation to be buggered by the other 14 year-old whilst he sucked the other 13 year-old. Meanwhile, Mark was thinking that they had a real whore in their midst, a perception clearly stimulated not by embryonic friendship but by growing disdainful disgust. Nevertheless, he enjoyed watching the slut performing fellatio with his bum high in the air so that it could be simultaneously penetrated.

Quincy temporarily had to stop sucking the other 13 year-old’s hard cock, allowed to emerge from its own pyjama fly, when a similarly displayed but larger unlubricated penis began to push hard against his virgin sphincter. The pain he was now enduring as his anal opening was attacked for the first time was almost unendurable, but he was determined not to show cowardice in front of his new friends or a disregard for giving the other 14 year-old the pleasure he had requested. The young American therefore reached behind him to try to assist the invader by prising his own bumcheeks apart. It was a manoeuvre that worked because his rectum was subsequently quickly and agonisingly filled, eliciting a yelp from the recipient that created much amusement for his companions.

Quincy later managed to resume his oral attentions on the impatient 13 year-old, as he became more accustomed to the now regular thrusting in and out of his anus. His discomfort was also curtailed by the fact that both the young Australians he was servicing climaxed quickly, their previously unparalleled sexual delight being unable to resist speedy orgasm. The young American again managed to consume all of the semen produced in his mouth but not his rectum, as afterwards some residual sperm was seen to be dribbling down his bumcrack.

Unfortunately for Quincy, the aftermath of his pleasurable services for the three young Australians was to be as unpleasant as it was unexpected. He was first humiliatingly put in his place when the oldest now advised “Well, Yank, you really are a right slut, not the type of person this boy scout group likes at all, including us three. Go and find somewhere else to sleep before we kick you out!” This was compounded when, after putting his underpants on and leaving the tent with his sleeping bag to sleep outside, his other gear was thrown out after him. It was therefore with sad tears in his blue eyes that the boy subsequently tried to rest under the full moon, a little pile of his possessions at his side. His lonely despair and degradation were also enhanced by the realisation that the dull pain he was enduring in his backside had been created in a doomed cause.

Quincy was allowed to store his gear back inside the tent throughout the next day but not because of any guilty compassion on the part of the young Australian trio. The latter simply did not want the scout leaders to know how they were treating the young American.

After breakfast, the morning was spent walking under the supervision of the scout masters but, after lunch, the afternoon was scheduled to be free for personal unsupervised relaxation and most boys planned to swim in the river on what was a very hot day. Quincy was no exception and he soon found himself enjoying the cool water whilst attired in speedos, displaying a nice bulge in the crotch. However, when he returned to dry himself with his towel, placed well away from the others in the cool hidden private shadows of a large tree, he found a similarly attired reception party waiting for him. It included the three boys whom he had entertained the previous night but was led by the 15 year-old son of a very stern Methodist preacher.

“Mark’s told us that you’re a wicked sinner,” the boy announced authoritatively, “a nasty unscrupulous homosexual harlot. Well, we don’t like that kind of evildoer amongst us unless you’re prepared to seek redemption!”

“I’m sorry if I caused offence but….” an appalled and worried Quincy began to reply. However, further comment was curbed by the preacher’s son, who asked “Do you repent? Are you prepared to seek the absolution that will end your wicked ways and bring you both God’s and our forgiveness?” The young American, desperate to gain acceptance and friends, answered “I’ll accept anything that makes everyone happy.” This statement caused the 15 year-old to turn to his companions and command “Strip the evildoer then and suspend him from a branch of the tree, with his legs splayed and tied to tent pegs on the ground. We shall then remove the cause of his depravity so that he gains lifetime salvation from sin!”

Quincy was so stunned on hearing this order that he had not even considered fleeing by the time his arms were grabbed by two older boys. His belated resistance was then terminated by a hard punch in the groin, the agonising effects of which caused him barely to notice his skimpy speedos being pulled down and off his body before his wrists were attached to two ropes suddenly looped over a sturdy tree branch. As the young American was then hauled into the air, he found that he could not shout for help or mercy as he had now been gagged with his own ripped swimming garment.

Quincy did not appreciate what the preacher’s son was proposing to extract for redemption but was sure that, whatever it happened to be, it was going to be unpleasant. The young American had recovered from the painful attack on his genitals sufficiently to struggle against the attempts to tie his now dangling legs wide apart to pegs driven into the ground beneath him. However, his efforts ultimately proved fruitless and he was quickly immovably and degradingly fixed in the required position. It was only now that he discovered the 15 year-old’s method of salvation from evil, as sharp wire was wrapped tightly around his 13 year-old ball sac, an embarrassing side effect of which was a hardening of his cock. It was clear from the sudden appearance of the ropes, pegs and wire that the scouts had followed their own motto to ‘Be prepared!’ for this event.

Quincy had read about castration during his regular inquisitive search for topics of a sexual nature in reference books and other publications, as well as on the internet. He therefore fully appreciated the implications for his boyhood if the wire now firmly encasing, and cutting off the blood supply from, his scrotum remained for very long. It was therefore not from the anguish of the rope and wire burning into his wrists, ankles and genitals, or his demeaning nude display, that tears formed again in the young American’s sensuous blue eyes but rather from horror at now observing the other boys returning to their swimming. They seemed to be very happy to let the crude elasticator perform its excruciating function whilst they had fun.

It was several hours later that the preacher’s son and his companions returned to check on the efficacy of their work. They found the tearful young American still conscious despite his awful torment but with his formerly pink low-hanging ball sac now black and shrivelled, a clear indication that the contents were dead. However, what most amazed them was the fact that the new eunuch’s cock was still rigid and vertical and that there was clear evidence that the penitent had poured cum over his belly and sexual organs.

“See, I told you,” the preacher’s mad son announced, “God is indeed merciful. He has permitted the sinner one last genital pleasure before denying them for ever.” He then began a debate as to whether eunuchs amongst their number should be awarded a special scout badge.

THE END

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BOY SCOUTS

by Pueros & Erik