As Oliver headed back to camp, his courage was bolstered by thoughts of the surprise and chagrin his brother and their friend Bunker would feel when he found all the arrows. They had vastly underestimated his cleverness and resourcefulness. It would serve them right! All he had to do was slip into the scoutmaster’s cabin and take the map. Arriving back at camp, Oliver quietly crept onto the porch and slipped through the door. This was it. No turning back now. The map was there, exactly where it was supposed to be. Oliver tucked the leather packet into his pocket and slipped back through the door, heading toward the woods. The nefarious scout thought that he had gotten away with his heist. Unfortunately for Scout Oliver, Scoutmaster Banner had left the campfire where the men were gathered, and he caught a glimpse of the junior scout making a beeline away from the cabin. He watched the boy disappear into the woods. With a sinking feeling of disappointment in his chest, he knew what must have happened. He went to the cabin, and as he suspected, the map was missing. He went back to the fire and told the other scoutmasters. Scoutmaster Snow was out in the woods, listening for any cries for help from the scouts heading cross-country through the underbrush. Scoutmasters Legrand and Scott were there at the fire. Scoutmaster Banner really hated telling Scoutmaster Scott what his youngest son had done. He knew how proud the man was, bringing his boy on his first campout. Facts were facts, though.The men discussed it. They didn’t need the map to know where the boy was headed. If they hurried, they could easily catch up with him. No, let him go. Let him traipse through the woods to the first arrow. They could take a shortcut and be waiting. The boy’s nervousness had quickly eased the further he got from camp.Stepping into the clearing, puffed up with the thrill of his conquest, Scout Oliver’s heart sank, his stomach turned over, a chill went through his body. Standing there, between him and the first arrow, were the three scoutmasters. Worse than the obvious disapproval on Scoutmasters Legrand’s and Banner’s faces was the disappointment in his father’s eyes.The boy was filled with regret. “Why had he done it?!” He should have known better. He was a good kid. Dishonesty and cheating were not in his nature. He was just so frustrated, though. His brother's and friend’s lack of respect for him stung. They made him feel like he was just a kid tagging along, only there because their dad told Lane to take care of him, like when they were kids. He was a scout, too, after all. A junior scout, but still a scout, and he wasn’t stupid.None of that mattered. Facing the three big men, he was speechless. He knew that there were no excuses for his behavior. Nothing would explain this away. He couldn’t rat out Moore and Zander, even though they had tricked him. He didn’t have to go into the woods with them. He didn’t have to use the information they gave him.It was true they had tied him to the tree without exactly asking his permission, but he didn’t really struggle that hard. He could have called for help. And he did get hard while the older boys used his ass. The truth is, since Bunker took his cherry that first night, every time he got fucked, it seemed to feel better and better, and he wanted more. Even if Moore and Zander hadn’t tricked him, the older boys were both cute, and fit, and he probably would have said "yes."No, this was his doing, and he had to face the consequences. But this was far out into unknown territory. He might well be thrown out of the troop forever. Permanently excluded from the fun his dad and brother had when they went away together. The trips that he had eagerly waited to get old enough to join. The silence from the men weighed him down like a lead blanket.Senior Scoutmaster Legrand broke the silence, his voice flat, revealing nothing, stating the obvious, “We know what you did.” Oliver stood there speechless, not knowing what to say. Just wanting to dig a hole and crawl in, but knowing that no hole would be deep enough to get out of this.The three men discussed what to do, with his father cutting off the conversation, saying that he would handle it. His voice filled with disappointment so deep that the boy felt each word echo in his chest. Then Senior Scoutmaster Legrand overruled Scoutmaster Scott, saying that he knew what must be done. Slipping his belt out of his pants loops, he told the boy to drop his own pants.Scout Oliver moved to obey, despite being shocked. He had not been spanked in years. Even then, his father had never used a belt. Still, he could take a whipping, even with a belt, as long as he could continue being a scout. Scoutmaster Legrand pulled the boy’s underwear down, too. The man started to administer Oliver’s punishment, giving him a few light swats, preparing for a serious whipping befitting his crime.Then the man noticed something. Rather than the tight pink knot that the boy’s hole should be, it was red and puffy, with a tell tale trail of cum dripping down his cleft. Oliver had been too busy to clean up after the Elite Scouts had fucked him and bred him with two large loads of teen cum. Scoutmaster Legrand's cock began to swell. This was an entirely new and unexpected development. He commented to the other men. Oliver blushed with embarrassment.Scoutmaster Scott was surprised. He had been waiting for the right time to take his younger son’s cherry. Apparently, he had waited too long. Scoutmaster Banner leaned over to see for himself and unconsciously grabbed his crotch as his cock went hard and his mouth watered. The boy's hole looked very lickable and even more fuckable.The agenda changed with no need for discussion. Scoutmaster Legrand tossed the belt aside, unzipping his pants to reveal his large cock stretching out his briefs. Oliver, holding his breath for the impending lashes, could not see what was happening. Then he felt his scoutmaster's finger stroke his sore hole. He was experienced enough to suspect what that meant.However, Scout Oliver was not prepared for the plum-sized cockhead that pressed against his cheeks. Surely, it couldn’t be that big… easily twice the size of any he had been fucked with before. Even Scoutmaster Snow, who he thought was huge, wasn’t that big. Then the man pushed firmly against the boy’s cum lubed hole, watching it slowly open. Oliver gasped and moaned as his hole stretched open further than he would have thought possible.Scoutmaster Legrand let out a soft groan as he felt his head breach the boy’s sphincter and slowly slip inside. The boy was warm and slick, well lubed by the two loads he had taken. As he enjoyed the sensation, the scoutmaster wondered whose cum he was fucking into and just how many times the boy had been fucked. Not many, he was pretty sure. Although, in fact, more than the man imagined. As soon as he felt Oliver’s hole relax around his girth, he began to fuck. Scoutmaster Scott found himself unexpectedly aroused watching his son being sodomized by his friend, and proud of his boy for how well he was taking the massive dick. Scoutmaster Banner looked on, almost panting for his own chance.Soon it was Scoutmaster Banner’s turn. The boy’s hole was everything he imagined, still snug even after taking Scoutmaster Legrand’s horse cock. That is the gift of youthful inexperience. He stopped himself before coming and offered the boy to his father. By this time, Scoutmaster Scott was eager to take his son. He fucked the boy hard and deep, even if he wasn’t first, he wanted to make his own first fuck memorable.With a deep groan, Scoutmaster Scott bred his son with the family DNA. Scoutmaster Banner jumped in, already on edge, watching the taboo scene of father and son. Soon, he was adding his cum to the boy’s flooded chute. Scoutmaster Legrand went last. Lifting the boy’s leg high to spread him open and stretching his hole to the max with his large dick, now engorged to its maximum size. The man fucked the boy deep, draining his own balls dry. Breathless and sore from taking on three very well-hung men, Oliver stumbled away to clean himself up, wondering what else he had to learn about fucking and whether his hole would be able to take it.