Boy Scouts II - Quincy's Revenge

By Pueros & Erik

(Western Australia, summer 2001)

Probably the most amazing aspect of Quincy’s castration was the fact that the young American did not tell anyone the truth about how the terrible deed was perpetrated. The appalled scoutmasters, his horrified parents and the medical and legal authorities were only told by the new young eunuch that his emasculation had resulted from a terrible accident. No one really believed him but determined questioning of the other uninformative scouts, all of whom claimed no knowledge of the event, solicited no other clues as to what really happened and so the issue was temporarily shelved. There was no desire on anyone’s part to make the boy’s psychological scars any worse than they already were as a result of the shocking incident. However, what no one else appreciated was that these wounds of the mind had already induced a deep desire within the 13 year-old for appropriately terrible revenge.

Most of the boy scouts involved in Quincy’s castration were actually deeply aghast and ashamed at what they had contributed towards, not realising that their actions would really lead to the young American’s emasculation. All, apart from the mad but pretty 15 year-old preacher’s son, named Ezekiel, had believed that the foreign newcomer would suffer humiliation and pain but no more, even the bible-thumping bully’s 14 year-old main sycophant, the equally physically attractive Mark.

Having now appreciated the full horror of the injury inflicted on Quincy, all of the boys, except Ezekiel, were very unhappy at what had happened and were terrified of the potential consequences for themselves. They were therefore mightily relieved and appreciative when the victim did not disclose the truth behind his gelding. As a result, the young American acquired his first Australian friends, his hospital bedside frequently being invaded during visiting time by certain sorrowful but grateful fellow scouts. However, the 13 year-old appreciated who was noticeably absent amongst the visitors and quietly reaffirmed to exact vengeance.

Word of Quincy’s awful injury spread back to his U.S. home state of California. As a consequence, an independently wealthy adult friend called Chad Thornton flew to Western Australia as soon as he could to try to console the boy and his parents and see if he could be of any assistance. The handsome 30 year-old unmarried man was a major shareholder but played no executive role in his family’s lucrative pharmaceutical manufacturing business, preferring to spend much of his time assisting the scouting movement. He had been a senior scoutmaster of the American troupe in which the 13 year-old had been a member and the pair had become platonically close, although the former had secret aspirations that the relationship might sometime develop less innocently.

Chad’s arrival coincided with Quincy’s discharge from hospital, the boy’s physical, if not mental, distress having been alleviated. The young American’s genitals had been treated as best as possible in the circumstances, with his doctors extracting his dead testes before infection could intervene.

Quincy’s parents were glad to receive a kind compatriot as a guest, especially as Chad seemed better than them at facilitating their son’s recovery through convivial chat and eventually mild physical adventure, involving day trips.

The fullness of Quincy’s physical recovery was exemplified by the fact that he and Chad eventually went cycling in the arid sparse countryside surrounding the remote Western Australian township in which he now resided. It was during a picnic amongst some rare trees located next to an even rarer waterhole that, in response to some gentle probing, the 13 year-old finally broke down. Amongst tears and in return for an assurance about keeping the secret, he confessed to his adult companion how his boyhood had been destroyed and how he wanted to secure retribution.

Chad saw his long hoped-for opportunity and put an arm around the sobbing Quincy, surprising the 13 year-old by telling him that he understood both his desire and his right to obtain revenge and that he would be happy to help. The man then gently took the boy’s smooth chin in his other hand and moved the beautiful damp face so that he could look into the sensuous tearful blue eyes.

Quincy’s desperate need for true friendship, allied to his gratitude towards Chad for his concern, companionship and willingness to assist him in his intent, now encouraged him to take no avoiding action as the adult’s face slowly approached his own so that their lips met to begin a long lingering kiss. The boy was not naïve and had always correctly suspected that the man’s interest in him was not entirely platonic. In fact, the 13 year-old had often enjoyed noticing the frequent supposedly furtive but obviously lustful stares the 30 year-old gave to him both here and in the U.S.A..

Quincy recalled one particular occasion when, at scout camp in California, Chad had been supervising a swimming session in a river. The boy had worn very skimpy speedos and the man had barely been able to keep his eyes off the 13 year-old or disguise his passionate attraction.

Quincy had just then recently seen on television the film ‘Death In Venice’ and had been intrigued by the thought of being Tadzio, the centre of a man’s unrequited ardour. The visualisation in his mind had not only led to several pleasurable masturbatory sessions in the privacy of his bedroom but also to trying to re-enact the boy’s Venetian seaside poses for Gustave von Aschenbach on a Californian riverbank for Chad Thornton. The scoutmaster had not known at the time whether the 13 year-old’s actions were innocent or deliberate but appreciated the delectable sight regardless.

Chad’s hands now wandered all over Quincy’s sublime unresisting body before finally, without words, he reluctantly disentangled their lips in order to pull the boy’s t-shirt over his head before removing the 13 year-old’s footwear. Finally, shorts and briefs were pulled down and off and the longstanding object of the man’s distant passionate affection was naked in his arms at last. Kissing and manual exploration of the wondrous young form were then resumed.

Chad found that the sight and the act of fondling Quincy’s ball-less smooth genitalia were not unpleasant. He would have preferred a full young scrotum and hard cock but the lack of content in the sac and the missing stiffness of the penis were more than compensated by the beauty that lay elsewhere, not least in the shape of the nicely proportioned young flaccid member. For his part, the boy surprised himself by enjoying the attentions being paid to his body, which caused pleasant intense tingling sensations to reverberate through him.

Chad remained clothed but eventually unzipped his fly and, after resting Quincy’s back against a tree trunk and kneeling to place the boy’s lithe legs over his manly shoulders, he introduced his own desperately eager rigid cock to the 13 year-old’s pink sphincter. The scoutmaster then looked into the scout’s eyes, glazed through sexual reverie, and instantly knew that there would be no resistance. He therefore lubricated his penis with some spittle before gently pushing forward with gradually increasing pressure.

Quincy felt the damp cockhead press against his anal entrance and could not help but issue a low yelp as his weak defences were overcome and a large intruder began to invade his innards. Chad tried to be as considerate to the boy’s welfare as he could be in the circumstances, given that his was fulfilling a long desired fervent dream and that the 13 year-old’s rectum, previously explored only by a 14 year-old penis, was very tight. However, the tears that returned to his young paramour’s face as his own full and heavy adult scrotum hit lustrously sublime young bumcheeks could not deflect the man from making his dream come true.

Thankfully for Quincy, Chad’s careful consideration in gently building up the frequency and power of his subsequent penile thrusts into the boy’s insides enabled the induced pain eventually to subside to be replaced by pleasure as his young prostrate began to welcome the attention being afforded. The 13 year-old could not resist expelling little moans of delight as lovely sensations flowed through his body. He had deeply lamented and resented the loss of future sexual enjoyment with the loss of his testes but now suddenly appreciated that genitalia were not the only source of such happiness.

It was a realisation that made Quincy’s relationship with Chad become very intimate for a while, in respect of not only sharing sexual passions but also extracting justified vengeance.

(Western Australia, summer 2002)

After what had happened to their son, Quincy’s parents seriously considered returning to the U.S.A. but had been dissuaded from the notion by the boy himself. Their eventual willingness to remain in Western Australia was helped by their offspring’s apparent new contentment at life despite his genital disability, his local acclimatisation highlighted by developing an accent now more Australian than American, an attribute that Chad found added to his young paramour’s allure.

Quincy was now very popular at both school and in the scout group and had many friends. Chad Thornton had used his wealth to remain as well, occupying his time with acquiring a film and photography hobby and becoming a local scoutmaster. The boy’s parents did occasionally wonder whether there was more to the close friendship between their son and their fellow American, given that the pair were often together. However, they concluded that, if there was, it apparently brought their damaged offspring happiness and that it was therefore better not to disturb the relationship.

Ezekiel, now hated and marginalised by most of his contemporaries, had eventually attempted to re-establish himself and enforce his hegemony over Quincy’s spirit by trying to bully the young American after a scout meeting. However, not only did the young eunuch unexpectedly stand up bravely for himself but also several other scouts backed him up. As a result, the preacher’s son received a beating for his trouble and a dire warning about the consequences of attempting to repeat his intimidation.

Ezekiel and his only remaining friend therefore thereafter reluctantly left Quincy alone, with the anguish of the former at losing his bullying authority and his estrangement from the others made worse by the popularity of the latter. This was painfully exemplified when it was summer camp time again, and the scout group had returned to the location near which the young American still claimed he had suffered a terrible accident.

There was a great clamour amongst the now 14 year-old’s Quincy’s fellow scouts to share his tent and no demand at all to share that of the now 16 year-old Ezekiel and 15 year-old Mark. The latter’s unpopularity was to make it easier for the young American to implement his long-planned act of revenge, with the help of his adult lover.

The scoutmasters had organised an orienteering session, with the scouts, dressed in athletic gear, setting off at intervals in pairs. In a fiddled draw, Ezekiel and Mark were nominated to go off last and, unknown to them, they were following instructions that would guide them along a slightly different route to that taken by the others. This suggested that one of the hidden control points was in a cave within a lonely rocky outcrop. In fact, it was a setting that Quincy and Chad had selected months earlier, during a preliminary planning expedition, to exact vengeance.

Ezekiel and Mark walked slowly into the dark innards of the cave seeking the hidden control point. “Can you see it?” the former eventually asked after he had penetrated the black interior by about twenty yards but there was no answer.

“Mark,” Ezekiel then enquired whilst looking back towards the sunlit entrance, “are you there?” There was still no reply and so the now worried 16 year-old began to retrace his steps. However, he had not retreated very far when the powerful smell hit his nostrils. Unfortunately, for the preacher’s son, this forewarning came too late as the chloroformed cloth firmly engulfed his mouth and nose. The youth struggled against the four hands that now held him but any chance of success was swiftly lost with his consciousness and his insensible body was soon laid alongside that of his already comatose friend.

“Well, stage one of our scheme has gone according to plan,” announced a satisfied Chad as he switched on some battery-powered arc lamps to illuminate the scene, “so now for stage two!” “Are you sure that the drugs will work?” asked an apprehensive Quincy for the umpteenth time. “Don’t worry, I’m positive,” the patient adult American tried to reassure his younger compatriot, “for, as I’ve told you before, the efficacy of the extreme aphrodisiac has been well proven and the new behavioural compliance drug has been successfully tested on U.S. military volunteers. The armed forces and intelligence agencies have now submitted large orders from my family’s company which developed it.”

The bright lights now revealed the pair of unconscious handsome captives in all their glory. Ezekiel and Mark were lying on the cave floor, dressed in tight athletics vests with the scout group logo, short shorts and white sports socks and running shoes. “Hmmm,” declared Chad, as he kneeled beside the sleeping duo with a syringe in his hand, “they’re bodies are even nicer up close.” However, to assuage any feelings of hurt that Quincy might have felt at the comment, he added truthfully “But not as gorgeous as yours of course!”

Chad proceeded to inject Ezekiel in the arm first with the drug cocktail, comprising the aphrodisiac and the innovative and highly secret behaviour potion, before collecting another needle and doing the same to Mark. “Right,” he then suggested, “the chloroform should wear off soon and when they wake they should be under our total control.” Quincy was about to enquire whether the man was sure again but, realising that he was displaying nervous anxiety, thought better of it. Meanwhile, his adult companion went to check his video equipment once more to ensure that it was ready to record events for posterity.

Ezekiel and Mark regained consciousness about 5 minutes later but remained apparently still incoherently unappreciative of their surroundings in their positions on the floor of the cave until Chad instructed the former to stand up. Quincy smiled when he saw the 16 year-old meekly comply without argument or question.

“Hello, Ezekiel,” Chad greeted. “Hello, Mr. Thornton,” the youth answered in a distant, almost robotic, tone. “Do you know why Quincy and I have brought you here?” the man then asked. “No, Mr. Thornton,” the preacher’s son replied, seemingly oblivious to the incongruity of what he could now see in the cave, for it resembled a film set. Meanwhile, the now fully awake Mark just lay quiescently on the floor. It was obvious that the new drug was working.

“We’re here because we’re prepared to help you to save your own soul, Ezekiel,” Chad advised, “and that of your friend for you are both unrepentant sinners, full of evil potential. You know that don’t you and that you need assistance in this matter, or would you prefer that we should we go away?” The man then started the video camera, which was focused on the youth. Tears formed in the 16 year-old’s eyes and he put his hands together, as if in prayer, before begging “No, please don’t go away. Please save me from perdition!”

“O.K.,” said Chad, “but first I shall demonstrate to you your latent wickedness. Please strip naked!” Quincy’s smile broadened whilst Ezekiel obeyed without hesitation and Mark just watched the scene as if in a trance. The handsome brown haired and eyed youth soon stood nude in the cave, making no attempt to hide his flaccid genitalia, smooth apart from a crown of dark pubic hair.

“Turn side-on,” commanded Chad, “and bend over to grip your ankles.” Ezekiel again complied without delay or query. “I’m now going to show you something about yourself,” the scoutmaster announced, “before we make a joint decision as to what we can do about the problem.” The man then advanced to take up position behind the youth, whose buttocks he began to fondle gently.

Ezekiel could not help himself and he started moaning quietly as the manual ministrations started to provide him with much pleasure. This phenomenon intensified when Chad eventually, after several minutes, ran his forefinger carefully up and down the youth’s bumcrack before finally playing with the 16 year-old’s virgin sphincter. The cock of the preacher’s son was now rigid and dribbling precum.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” suggested Chad, as he gently fingered the anal aperture but there was no immediate reply and so he withdrew his hand from Ezekiel’s posterior. There was now an immediate reaction. “Please don’t stop,” the youth quietly pleaded, to which the man responded “Then answer my question. You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” There was a short pause before the tormented 16 year-old finally confessed “Yes!” However, for the scoutmaster, this was not enough and he instructed “Tell me precisely what you want me to do and when!”

Ezekiel without further vacillation declared “Please fuck me, Mr. Thornton. Please fuck me now!” “O.K.,” Chad advised as he unzipped his fly. Nevertheless, after he had done and the youth’s ravaged and hurting anus was now full of semen, as opposed to unlubricated cock, the quietly sobbing 16 year-old remained unsatisfied.

“Please fuck me again, Mr. Thornton,” Ezekiel begged. However, Chad declined, retorting “You’re just being selfish for what about your friend? Mightn’t he want some enjoyment too?” “I’m sorry,” the youth responded, “you’re right. Please forgive me!”

“I’m not ungenerous, Ezekiel,” Chad advised, “so, while I now fuck Mark, you can suck him and then fuck him yourself.” “Thank you, thank you,” the youth replied. Meanwhile, the video camera continued to record everything.

Afterwards, the naked Ezekiel and Mark were both in a bit of a state. The former had residual semen dripping out of his cock, anus and mouth whilst the latter lacked just the oral element. The pair was also suffering from post-coitus melancholy, a fact that would now assist stage three of the vengeful scheme devised by Chad and Quincy.

“What have I just demonstrated to you?” Chad enquired of the naked duo. As expected, there was no response and so the adult American answered for the youths. “You are sexually depraved and are looking ahead to a life of the wickedest sin and debauchery unless your souls are saved!”

It was Ezekiel who reacted first. “You’re right, Mr. Thornton, you’ve just verified that truth, but how can we achieve salvation?” “I’m afraid that you must suffer in the same way that Quincy did,” Chad replied, “you must expunge the cause of your evil from your bodies and prove yourselves true followers of righteousness!” The preacher’s son, with gleaming tears in his eyes, knelt on the floor and placed his hands together again as if in prayer.

“You are right again, Mr. Thornton,” Ezekiel announced “it is the only way to rescue us from hell and damnation. Will you help us please, Mr. Thornton?” However, Chad declined. “No, you must do it yourselves,” he advised, “although I’ve arranged for you the necessary facilities. There’s some wire on the floor for you to tie your balls as you did Quincy’s. There’s also some rope bolted to and suspended from the cave roof. If you put your hands through the loops at the end and pull tightly, the special knot will secure them immovably in place to allow the source of your depravity to die quietly without the temptation of rescue. It is your route to heaven!”

“Oh, thank you, thank you,” Ezekiel conveyed as he was joined on his knees by an equally drug befuddled grateful and compliant Mark. “Quincy and I will leave you to it then,” announced Chad, “after you’ve made some purgative confessions for absolution to the camera. However, we’ll be back in several hours to release you and take our equipment away.” As the two Americans later left the cave, they saw that Ezekiel was already helping Mark to achieve salvation by tying wire tightly around his friend’s scrotum.

“That’s some behavioural drug,” Quincy declared after he and Chad had left the confines of the cave. “Not bad is it,” the contented and proud man responded, “it’s supposed to make those who take it respond positively and enthusiastically to all suggestions. It seems it works very well!” The truthfulness of this statement was confirmed later when the two Americans returned to the cave to find two young Australians suspended by rope from the roof, their agonised ball sacs black.

An additional benefit of the drug was that it caused total memory loss during the time of its effectiveness and for a period before and after. It also left no residual traces within the body. The only later evidence of what had happened in the cave was an edited video received by a certain preacher, which revealed his son and his friend begging to be involved in all sorts of acts of homosexual licentiousness with an unidentifiable man. The film then showed them indulging in such wicked dissolute passions before repenting of their ways and confessing to many sins, including Quincy’s castration. The two youths were finally shown to have gelded themselves in remorse.

The video was also viewed by police and hospital staff. The result was the despatch of the two new young eunuchs to a secure male psychiatric facility, where unfortunately a pair of pretty youths was easy sexual prey for adult inmates.

The legal authorities conducted an investigation to try to discover who the man was who had obviously assisted Ezekiel and Mark in all sorts of ways in the cave but the detectives concerned were not very competent, being more used to investigating minor misdemeanours within the largely law-abiding community. Quincy was questioned because he possessed a motive for revenge but could not, of course, have been the adult. The various scoutmasters were also interrogated, especially Chad, who was known for his close association with his younger compatriot and his film and photography hobby.

Chad had also been with Quincy on the day. The boy had dropped out of the orienteering event, claiming a stomach upset, and instead was supposedly helping the older American to monitor furtively one of the control points. Other scoutmasters were also secretly spread around the course to check on progress and safety, a factor that had originally brought the disappearance of Ezekiel and Mark to everyone’s attention, causing a search eventually to be launched.

No evidence of the involvement of Chad or Quincy in the terrible events of the day could be found, even from DNA tests, as the latter had been ruined by the application of a strange previously unknown disruptive chemical to the semen contained in the young victims’ rectums. Others had discovered the two new distressed eunuchs suspended from the roof of an otherwise empty cave, devoid of clues as a result of a carefully planned and executed departure by people supposedly engaged elsewhere in the search. The various equipment removed was securely hidden for later collection.

Ezekiel and Mark were of no help to the investigation, as they could not recall anything after starting out on their orienteering run. The new young eunuchs could not remember how or why they had ended up in the cave, the orienteering instructions later found in their possession being the same as those for the other scouts. The latter had their suspicions but, realising that justice had been served, did not relate them to the police when questioned.

The authorities therefore then arrested Ezekiel’s Christian fundamentalist father on suspicion of abusing his son and his friend, thinking that his beliefs and possible disguised perversions might have led him to such acts. After all, his mad offspring had apparently acquired his lamentable attitudes and tastes from somewhere and had been acquiescent towards his fate, as an obedient child might be if it was encouraged by a parent. The theory was that the fact that the man had handed over a video of the happenings on the fateful day, purportedly popped into his letterbox by others, was an attempt to deceive and hide the true identity of the adult accomplice.

The preacher at first could provide no provable alibi for where he had been on the day, deepening suspicions until he finally confessed to visiting a brothel in Perth, the state capital. He was therefore absolved of any wrongdoing towards his son, apart from destroying his mental wellbeing over the years, but was nevertheless driven out of town by his parishioners for hypocrisy.

Meanwhile, the unusual case of the castration of Ezekiel and Mark was left on file, awaiting fresh evidence, which was never to come.

Quincy sometimes later wondered whether his desire for retribution had led him to an overly excessive form of revenge. However, after looking at his own empty scrotum, he invariably dismissed the notion.

THE END

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‘BOY SCOUTS II – QUINCY’S REVENGE’

by Pueros & Erik