After being gang-banged by Scoutmasters Banner and Wolf with his horse cock and his own dad(!), Oliver stumbled through the woods with his sore gaping hole dripping cum down his legs and his mind tumbling with questions. He had been fucked by two older boys and three men all within the space of a few hours. He had ridden the emotional roller coaster of being lured into the woods, tied up and taken by the two horny scouts, offered the key to winning the Trials, albeit by cheating and working up the nerve to steal the map. Then, the seeming triumph of having succeeded, only to be followed by the devastating horror of having been caught out, dreading the thought of being banished from the troop and, just when he thought he might escape with a belting from Scoutmaster Wolf, being gang-banged by three very big, well-hung men. It was almost too much for the boy to process. He just wanted to wash off the sweat and cum and go to bed. Still, two questions echoed in his mind. The first was his father fucking him. It had become more than obvious after the past few days that the Elite Scout troop was a veritable 24 hour orgy with everybody doing everybody. Not only had his dad not objected to seeing him fucked before his own eyes, but he joined in. He didn’t even hesitate. He fucked his own son’s hole hard and deep and gave him his first load of cum, before letting the other two scoutmasters have their turn. Oliver wondered if that meant his dad fucked Zac, too. Was that part of the camaraderie that was so obvious between them when they went off to these campouts? Would his dad want to fuck him again, or was it just punishment, or peer pressure from the other scoutmasters egging him on? Even more disturbing and thrilling, at the same time, was the fact that he wanted it to happen again.Before this campout, Oliver hadn’t been inclined to look at men as sex objects, even though he had noticed a growing awareness that guys interested him more than girls. He had never given thought to whether other guys thought he was cute. Now he knew that he was certainly cute enough to be fuckable, at the very least. Also, now that he was used to it, he seemingly couldn’t get enough dick in his hole, although the three men’s fat cocks had pushed him to his limit.His dad, though! He certainly never thought about sex with his own father, but he couldn’t deny that had been the best part. His dad had actually held him while Scoutmaster Wolf fucked him. Kissed him even! But then it was his turn, and he was groaning, clearly enjoying himself, even telling Oliver that he was a good boy. That struck deeply on the heels of having been such a profound disappointment minutes before. When he came, it was suddenly the most important load Oliver had taken. His own dad breeding him just like he fucked Oliver into his mother. It was wild. Although in the moment there was little time to process it with two other men waiting their turn.Returning to camp, he went to the bathhouse to shower. His second question was still on his mind. What about his theft? He figured that one way or another he was still a scout. Surely, the scoutmasters would not have all fucked him and then tell him that he is out. Was being gang-banged real punishment, though? Especially for such a serious crime. The men clearly got sidetracked from their plan. Would Scoutmaster Wolf be back later with his belt? That would all just have to wait for the next day.The entire troop gathered around the fire. The scoutmasters wore Native American eagle feather headdresses and the senior Elite Scouts wore loincloths and carried torches, the fire of knowledge and the wisdom found through experience. The younger scouts were given electric lanterns to represent their search. Oliver was given a lantern. Nothing had been said about the day before. Maybe getting fucked really was all the punishment he would receive. Oliver was afraid to ask, not wanting to seem like he should be forgiven until it was time.Scoutmaster Wolf made a short speech about the trials, and then it was time to count the arrows. A knot formed in Oliver’s stomach. Was this it? When his turn came, would his cheating be called out in front of the whole troop? His turn came. Scoutmaster Wolf looked at him sternly. His voice flat, he simply stated the obvious: “And you have found nothing.”Oliver was too relieved to feel embarrassment or disappointment over his poor performance. The task that had seemed desperately important enough to cheat and steal for the day before was now something he just wanted to put behind him as soon as possible. However, Scoutmaster Legrand continued, “In nature, you wear what you find. You have found nothing. But a scout still finishes, so you will take the natural lap. Finishing on foot, wearing nothing but your boots. There is no shame in taking the natural lap. The only shame is in refusing it.”Once again, Oliver was overcome by relief. Any embarrassment he might have felt was far outweighed by apparently escaping something far worse. He stood and began removing his clothes. Suddenly his brother Zac stood up beside him and silently began to unbutton his shirt. Perhaps the older boy felt a twinge of guilt for having more or less abandoned his brother. Maybe it was just family solidarity. Despite his occasional irritation or exasperation, he loved his little brother and always tried to look out for him.Soon though, other scouts began to undress as well. Over the past few days Oliver had gone back and forth between thinking maybe the other boys didn’t want him there, or maybe he wasn’t good enough to be a scout, or maybe he had screwed up so bad that he wouldn’t be allowed to be a scout. He was overwhelmed by this display of loyalty. His chest tightened, even as his heart soared. He willed himself not to cry, thinking scouts don’t do that.Legrand handed him a lantern and told him to lead the way. The line of naked scouts and scoutmasters set off into the woods. Reaching the end of the trail, they found Scoutmasters Banner and Scott waiting with Elite Scout Serge in a clearing lit by torches, the ground covered in sleeping bags. Each scoutmaster pulled a scout into his arms, kissing him deeply, hands exploring fit young bodies. Oliver found himself chosen by Scoutmaster Snow, his favorite among all the men. Scoutmaster Snow’s hard fat cock bounced against the boy’s leg as they kissed, promising what was to come. Oliver’s own cock got hard, as well, and his hole twitched. This time he didn’t doubt he could take everything the sexy, well-hung stud could give him, and maybe beg for more.