Scout's Honour - Origin (Extended)

This is a commission piece for someone who requested an extra chapter in SH Origin. I do agree that this final piece answers some of the questions that were left unanswered, so for fans of the SH series, I hope you enjoy!

On a side note, writing this has sparked my old flame, and now I want to return to the series! Please let me know if it's something you'd be interested in. I know I revived SH - Christmas Trip but it didn't receive much engagement, so perhaps I'll begin a different one? Let me know, anyway. 

For new Patrons who are interested in reading this series (and maybe the first Scout's Honour) you can find the link to both completed stories here. Don't read this chapter if you don't want spoilers!

All characters are 18+

Their bare feet crunched under branches and leaves. The earth was still wet from the rain, but was beginning to become warm with the dawn of a new day. Both of the young men walking looked like they’d seen better days, and they had.

Rory yawned and stretched his body as he watched the man who had tormented them walk ahead, bare ass naked. He tried to work out how someone could be so very depraved as to spend most of his life torturing them, and now, after unleashing such violence on Teddy, appeared blissfully unfazed.

Bryan, too, was exhausted. He’d emptied himself more than once, yet the situation he was now finding himself in was beginning to arouse him again. He took a glance back at the Irishman whose eyes remained pinned on him, and smirked.

“What’s so funny?” Rory asked, cracking a branch from a tree as they walked deeper into the forest, and lashing it across Bryan’s plump ass.

“You” Bryan said, ignoring the thin red line that appeared in his flesh, “such a small guy, such a big mouth”.

“Such a big cock, too” Rory added, looking down at his meat as it flopped here and there, “anyway, it’s your mouth that I’m interested in”.

“You should have said something before” the muscular man continued, climbing over a fallen tree, showing his low hanging balls as he did, “I mean, before now”.

Rory swished the branch through the air as he followed. “At what point” he said, “between the insults and the threats or between you beating the shit out of Nathan, what would have been the best time to let you know that, Bryan?”

The man swung around and stopped dead. He looked directly into Rory’s eyes and sighed.

“I’m sorry” he said, and it almost convinced Rory. Almost.

“Keep walking, Hulk Hogan” he said, smacking Bryan’s thigh with the switch, “we have a lot to talk about”.

When the two young men finally reached a clearing, Bryan turned back to him and his eyes trailed Rory’s body.

“Like what you see?” He asked with a smug grin, but Bryan scoffed.

“I’ve seen bigger slugs” he said, and reached for it.

“Ah, ah” Rory smirked, “not until I tell you to”.

Bryan rolled his eyes and crossed his thick arms. “Fine”.

Bryan’s cock was certainly something to behold. Rory stared at it and felt his mouth water. He tapped the meat with the branch, moving it slightly, but causing the switch to bend instead.

“Get on your knees” he said, and Bryan raised a brow.

“You’re getting too big for your boots, Rory” he said, cracking his knuckles, but Rory grinned.

“And what are you gonna’ do about that now, big man?” He asked, and evidently, Bryan could think of no good answer.

He dropped down to one knee, and waited.

“Both knees” Rory said, stretching his hips so that his own cock hung inches from the man’s face, “like a good little boy”.

“Little?”

Rory whacked the branch against Bryan’s arm, but he didn’t even flinch. He pushed his second knee down, and Rory nodded.

“I like you like that” he said, eyeing the kneeling hunk, “much better than what you usually look like”.

“Do you want me to bite that little thing off?” Bryan asked, somewhat seriously.

“Little?” Rory smiled, turning the tables, and stepping closer to the young man. “Well how about you start sucking this little cock?”

Bryan seemed more than willing. He plucked Rory’s rod into his hand, dragged him closer with it, and sucked it into his mouth. Rory gasped and rolled his eyes as Bryan’s tongue slipped around the head.

“Fuck” he mumbled, impressed by the young man’s ability, “you must have had a lot of practice” he added, just to maintain his authority.

Bryan grunted and swallowed more of the cock between his lips. He felt it expand in his mouth, felt Rory’s balls begin to churn, and grabbed his ass with both hands.

“Jesus” Rory gasped, “someone’s hungry”.

Bryan was hungry. He gagged on it, impaling himself as he took every inch of the scout. He pried apart Rory’s ass, letting the warm breeze whip against the young man’s hole, and Rory shuddered and moaned.

“You know” he breathed, holding Bryan’s head as he fucked it, “there’s no reason to forget about all of this once we get home”.

Bryan gagged and nodded in response.

“In fact, I think you’d look real good in a scout’s uniform”.

At this, Bryan pulled his head off Rory’s wet cock and laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”

Rory shrugged, grabbed his prick by the base and rubbed a slathering of pre-cum across the ex-bully’s lips. “You’re right” he said, as Bryan licked the juices, “you’d look much better without it”.

Rory returned to face fucking the man, but the idea of having him around full time was an interesting one. He’d speak to the guys first, of course, perhaps they wouldn’t be as interested in having the man who terrorised them suddenly joining them, but it would be a sweet sort of revenge.

After ten minutes of choking Bryan with his cock, Rory noticed the young man’s hand slide up and down his own shaft between his legs. He was drooling pre-cum down his balls, and the sight was enough to push him over the edge.

“Time for breakfast” he gasped, and tensed up as he unleashed rope after rope of sperm into Bryan’s throat.

He swallowed it down eagerly, and as he did, cum gushed from his own cock and spurted onto Rory’s legs, dousing them in ribbons of the stuff.

“You can clean that up and all” the breathless teen said, as his cock softened in Bryan’s mouth. He watched as Bryan obeyed.

In the days following the defeat of Teddy, Radek and the others, the mood in the camp had changed considerably. Nathan and Ben had taken to expressing their evident love for each other by disappearing for hours at a time. This, in turn, gave Jesse the opportunity to return to his ex-best friend, who, for the most part, remained bound and exposed, slumped over a log and snarling like a captured beast.

“You act like this isn’t what you’ve always wanted” Jesse had told him, sliding his finger in and out of Radek’s hole, “like you haven’t wanted my dick for years”.

Radek couldn’t disagree, but he still growled every time Jesse slid his cock into him. Perhaps he would have preferred to look into his friend’s eyes when he finally got his cock, but Jesse, nor the others, were particularly interested in letting him roam around the camp.

Much to Radek’s surprise, but not exactly his disgust, the rest of the camp soon learned of his predicament, and took every opportunity they could, to pay the young man visits.

Even Chris, Peter and Shawn took turns using him. Each of them were permitted ten minutes a day with the guy, and they used their time wisely. By the final day, Radek had taken so much cock that he’d grown to develop an addiction for the stuff.

“You play nice from now on, got it?” Jesse told him, when he was finally unbound, and he nodded sheepishly as he limped back and faced the men who had fucked him repeatedly.

Most of them expected him to explode in a fit of rage, so Nathan had already gathered the photographs and sat there, waiting to use them. Instead, Radek ignored them and sat next to Jesse, occasionally eyeing the young man’s junk.

When the scouts finally returned to normality, their situations seemed anything but normal. Rory had appeared to grow an affinity toward Bryan, and rarely went five minutes without talking about him.

Nathan and Ben became inseparable, and although neither scout had publicly admitted that they had fallen deeply in love with one another, the signs were clear. They only walked side by side, their fingers brushing together with each stride. They spent more time together, in Nathan’s house, rather than Ben’s place, and the whispering giggles that they shared were becoming so frequent that they seemed to forever be laughing.

One of the biggest changes, however, had come from a man that wasn’t even present for the ordeal in the forest.

“I’m quite sure that anytime I tell you boys not to do something, I am truly wasting the breath in my body” Henry had told them on their first scout’s meeting after their return. “You all look like you’ve been to war”.

“You could say that” Rory grinned, and Henry chuckled to himself.

The scouts had been waiting for a serious scolding from the man. They had, quite literally, gone against everything he had said.

“I would like to amend my previous statement” Henry continued, smoking his pipe and offering biscuits like he so often did, “I’m afraid that, on very rare occasions, even I get things wrong”.

The scouts, chewing quietly, glanced at each other.

“I told you all that there are two types of people out there” he smiled, getting lost in a cloud of smoke, “those who want to understand you, but haven’t had the opportunity, and those who don’t want to understand you”.

The scouts remembered the speech.

“I would like to add one further element, and that is those who understand you, and still choose to hurt you. I fear that I have given you an unrealistic view of how the world truly works, and I’m sorry for that”.

“Don’t be sorry, Henry” Ben smiled, and the man took Ben’s hand in his. “We’ve all dealt with our fair share of assholes”.

“I don’t doubt it, Ben” Henry said sadly, rubbing the back of his hand, “I was very sorry to hear about your father”.

Ben gave a slight nod, and very briefly, his eyes flicked toward Nathan who suppressed a smile.

“I have to admit” Henry continued, “I was very surprised to hear about Theodore, he seemed like such a lovely boy”.

“He’s a worm” Rory growled, and the others nodded. “But last I heard, the bus driver who picked him up had a bit of an issue with his nudity, and the police were waiting for him on the other end”.

“Justice” Henry chuckled. “But one less scout, which is always a shame”.

“Actually, Henry” Rory continued, as the others watched him get to his feet and walk over to the door, “for some strange reason, our little trip has sparked some curiosity”.

Everyone turned as he opened the door and whistled. A moment later, voices began to sound.

“They don’t burn people at the stake!” Bryan snapped, pushing by Rory and walking in as Shawn shuffled behind him, looking sheepish.

“I see enough of the little shit at home!” Jesse’s voice now groaned, as he was pushed through the door by Radek.

“We tried to get Chris and Peter to come” Radek said, leaning on Jesse’s shoulder, “but they haven’t really been out themselves since… Well, since the trip”.

The scouts gawped at the four young men. Nathan glared as Jesse who looked rather uncomfortable as he stood there.

“What are you all doing here?” He barked, but Henry placed his hand on his shoulder and smiled.

“Don’t forget, Nathan” he said softly, “those who don’t understand you, but want to”.

As the new members took seats around the circle, Henry looked happier than ever. He watched them all for a moment until he sighed contently.

“I did fear” he said, handing over more biscuits to the newcomers, “that there would come a time when there would be so few of us that the doors would close forever”. The original scouts agreed, but didn’t say as much. “It does appear, however, that the trip has been quite successful, so I would like to propose something”.

The scouts, even the new ones, leaned forward eagerly.

“Every year” the man said, “the scouts will set off on a trip, just like the one you’ve just had”.

“Hopefully not just like that one” Rory grinned.

“And in an effort to ensure the continuation of the scouts, you will take with you, those whom you think may benefit from such a trip”.

They all shared curious glances.

“I’m not sure you know exactly what happened, Henry” Ben laughed, remembering the stark nudity, explosive orgies and copious amounts of homosexual sex that had occurred.

“Nor do I need to” the man smiled, “what happens on these trips, is entirely confined to the trees that surround you, and nothing else. A secret, as light or as dark as you want it to be, in an effort to make those who don’t understand, understand”.

“So what happened to your old man?” Rory asked, as the group of scouts, much larger now than it had been before, walked through the park without being jeered or teased.

Ben shrugged as his hand slipped into Nathan’s and he squeezed gently.

“I guess he had one too many drinks” he said, smiling, “lost his footing, hit his head, dead”.

“Dead” Nathan nodded, recalling the night fondly.

“Damn, sorry for your loss, dude” Radek said, clapping his strong hand against Ben’s back.

“Oh, don’t worry” Ben laughed, “I’m not”.