Scout's Honor
By Aldric
Copyright 2018 by Aldric [email protected],
all rights reserved
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story depicts minors in unusual conditions
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Obviously,
this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In
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world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable,
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legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction
and real
life. This story is fictional.
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Jake Finney was a little nervous. He’d been invited to
Chris Haley’s house. Chris was the Senior Patrol Leader for Troop 10. Jake had
been a scout for almost a year now and had only earned the first rank, that of
Tenderfoot. He was behind the other scouts in advancement, and he was worried
that was what the meeting was about.
He was even more nervous when he saw that Alex Porter
was there. Alex was the Patrol Leader for Wolf patrol, his patrol. Jake’s older
brother Jonah was the Assistant Patrol Leader, and Jake wondered why he wasn’t
here too. He took a seat at the kitchen table facing the other two boys.
“Jake, is Jonah planning on camping with us this
weekend?” Chris asked.
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t he be?”
“You remember the trouble he caused for you and Seth
at the fall campout, don’t you?” Alex asked.
Jake nodded, even though he had nearly forgotten it. Jonah
had beaten them at poker and they had to put their sleeping bags together and
sleep together naked. The rest of the troop found them together the next
morning and dragged them outside and dumped them out of the sleeping bag. It
was later determined that Jonah had marked cards and had cheated in order to
win, and it was he who told other boys that his brother and Seth were naked.
“Then you remember that his punishment was to do
chores for each patrol while naked,” Alex continued. “Only we didn’t determine
that until it was too late to do at that campout. Then on the next campout, he
complained it was too cold, and we agreed, as the temperature was just fifteen
degrees above freezing.”
Again, Jake nodded.
“And on the spring campout, he said he couldn’t
because he cut his thumb,” Chris said. “We think he did that on purpose, as the
cut was not very deep and yet he acted like he nearly cut it off. Then at the
last campout, he was sick. That is why we wanted to know if he was coming this
time.”
“I’m real sure he is,” Jake said. “His pack is already
packed and our mom signed both our permission slips and he turned them in. And
last time he really was sick, he didn’t even go to school that Friday.”
“That may be true, but your brother promised. He made
a pledge as a scout, and that means that he sincerely means to keep that
promise. A failure of a scout to keep his honor reflects on all scouts. He
failed to keep his honor when he cheated at cards just to humiliate you and
Seth Goodley.”
Jake still couldn’t figure out why he was here. They
could have just as easily asked him directly, or their mom.
“Has Jill been acting odd the last few days?” Alex
asked, catching Jake off guard. “Teasing Jonah or anything else like that?”
Jill was their younger sister. She had just turned
eleven a month ago. And then it hit him. On her eleventh birthday, she had used
the new scouting rules and became the sixth female member of Troop 10. And mom
had signed her permission slip for the camping trip too.
“Wait, does that mean that Jonah will have to serve
his punishment with a patrol of girls?” he asked, startled at the thought.
“Yes,” Chris said. “We polled all five patrol leaders,
including Emily Ford, and it was unanimous. All felt that Jonah had accepted
his punishment and promised to complete it in the spirt it was intended for, in
exchange for us not reporting it to the troop’s council and your parents and
Seth’s parents. He has had opportunities to complete it, and still hasn’t. The
fact that in that time Scouting BSA has authorized girls to join and troop 10
has welcomed six of them doesn’t change that.”
“But naked? He won’t do that. He doesn’t let anyone
see him naked, not even me.”
“But he did accept the punishment,” Chris said. “We
also discussed what to do if he does refuse.”
“And what did you decide?” Jake asked.
“Only the five patrol leaders and myself know the
answer to that, and we’re going to keep it that way,” Chris said. “We invited
you here because Emily was supposed to discuss this with all the members of her
patrol to make sure they didn’t have a problem with it, and we wanted to know if
your sister has been acting differently.”
“But what about Mr. Edwards and your dad?” Jake asked.
Mr. Edwards was the Scout Master for the troop and Chris’ dad was an Assistant
Scout Master. “They aren’t going to allow this, not with girls present.”
“Don’t worry about that. They won’t be present when it
happens. And I am taking full responsibility for it if anything goes wrong. And
if it goes wrong, I’m sure I will be kicked out of scouts. But I have trust in
all my patrol leaders to keep it to the plan and to ensure that everyone reacts
as scouts, including the girls.”
Jake was stunned. Jonah was his brother, and in that
regard, he loved him, but Jonah was never very nice to him or to Jill. And
seeing him naked—that would be interesting in itself. Jake wasn’t gay, but at twelve
he was curious, and had taken the opportunity to see two members of his patrol
as they changed. But a quick glance was different than seeing him performing
chores for each patrol. And the chores were to be chosen such that they could
reasonably be completed in a half an hour. Back when there were only four
patrols, that was two hours of being naked and being seen by every boy in the
troop.
“No, I don’t think she knows or she would have been
weirder than normal,” Jake said to Alex and Chris. “I take it you don’t want me
to say anything to either of them either.”
“We would rather you didn’t, but if you feel you need
out of sense of duty or brotherly love to warn Jonah, you will not be punished.
But let Emily tell you sister. She’s your sister’s patrol leader and she is
responsible for your sister’s behavior at camp.”
Jake’s head was spinning as he rode his bike back home
after the meeting. Suddenly he understood the Scout Oath and what it
represented a lot better than he ever had before.
Two days later Troop 10 had just returned to camp from
a swim in the lake next to their campsite. The adult leaders were off to a
cracker barrel and would be gone for a few hours. Mr. Edwards was comfortable
leaving Chris in charge even when no adults were with the troop.
Jonah was waiting for his tent mate to change before
going into the tent to change from his bathing suit to clothes. Alex had never
understood this, but it was routine and Jonah always let him go first and take
as long as he wanted, so he didn’t worry about it.
As Alex exited the tent, Chris called him and Jonah
over to the center of the campground. Jonah blushed, as going there meant
passing by the Bear Patrol, and he felt slightly uncomfortable being in a
bathing suit as he passed the girls. Only two of them were outside, which meant
the others were changing inside the three tents they used. Jonah looked at the
door flaps to see if there were any gaps, and there were, but it was bright
outside and dark inside and he couldn’t see anything.
“Yeah, what’s up?” he said as he and Alex reached the
flagpole. “Someone in our patrol do something wrong?”
“Well, in a way, yes,” Chris said. “You did. And you
still need to be punished for it.”
Jonah looked confused. It was clear he had completely
forgotten the punishment he had accepted five months ago. “What did I do?”
“Remember? Your brother and Seth Goodley, naked out in
the center of the campsite?”
Suddenly it all came back to Jonah. He blushed. “Okay,
yeah, I forgot. We can’t do the punishment we were going to do, not with the
girls here. So what is the new one?”
“Oh, there isn’t a new one. We are indeed expecting
you to live up to your word. Give me your bathing suit.”
“But there’s girls here now,” Jonah said. He glanced
over at the Bear patrol and saw Emily Ford and his own sister staring at him. And
they both had smiles on their faces.
“The rules of Scouting BSA have changed, but the
leadership team did not see that as a reason to change your punishment. Give me
the bathing suit. And I would like to warn you that as bad as your punishment
will be, it could be a whole lot worse.”
“I’m not going to be naked in front of Bear Patrol,”
Jonah said firmly. “Emily and Julie are in my grade at school. And Jill’s my
sister.”
Jonah hadn’t seen four of the bigger boys in the troop
lining up behind and on both sides of him, and he didn’t see the signal Chris
made for them to move forward. “Last chance Jonah. Give me the suit.”
“Screw you,” Jonah said. He started to turn and was
surprised when his arms were grabbed, followed by his feet. But the boy on his
feet was a wrestler, and had no difficulty lifting Jonah’s legs over his
shoulders and pinning them in place. The four boys took Jonah over to the back
side of the latrine, where earlier four stakes had been driven into the ground.
In just minutes, each of Jonah’s limbs were tied to one of the stakes, leaving
him spread-eagled on the ground.
“We don’t want you to be blinded by the sun, so we’re
going to blindfold you,” Chris said as a shirt was pulled over Jonah’s eyes and
held in place with first aid gauze that went around his head.
Jonah couldn’t see, but he could still hear. He heard
Chris say, “Emily, when he agrees to regain his honor by performing the punishment,
he will start with your patrol. Until then, do your best to convince him of the
right course of action. Out of respect, none of the other boys will come by.”
A few seconds later, he could feel Emily’s breath on
his face as she said, “Jonah, this doesn’t need to be done this way. You
accepted a punishment, and all you need to do to get untied is to agree to
perform it. What do you say?”
Jonah was scared, no doubt about it. Unable to move
and wearing nothing but a bathing suit, he feared he was surrounded by the six
members of Bear Patrol. His fear was supported when Katherine Wood, a girl just
a year younger than him, said, “He’s got a few hairs under his arms. Let’s see
what he had lower down.”
“No, please,” Jonah begged.
“Give him a minute to think about it,” Emily said. “All
he needs to do is accept his punishment. We won’t touch him if he does.”
Other than Jonah again begging them to untie him, it
was quiet for a few minutes. Then Emily asked, “Okay Jonah, we’ve given you
some time to think about it. Your oath, your promise, are you ready to use them
to regain your honor and the respect of your fellow scouts?”
“I, uh, I can’t,” Jonah said. A moment later he felt
fingers on his belly and felt them pull the drawstrings out from inside his suit.
“No, please, you can’t. You’ll all be sorry if you do this.”
“No, you’ll be the sorry one, trust me,” Emily said. “I
like you Jonah, but I will do my duty. Don’t make it worse. Just say now that
you will honor the agreement you made and we untie you.”
“I can’t,” was all Jonah said.
“Okay, Jill, you can do it if you want,” Emily said.
“Cool,” Jonah heard his sister say and a moment later
he felt her untying the drawstrings on his bathing suit. He also felt something
he couldn’t believe was happening and his dick twitched.
“No, please, anyone but her,” Jonan said.
“You know what you can do to stop it,” Emily said from
right above his face.
The strings had been untied and loosened, and now he
felt hands lifting his middle as someone, hopefully not his sister, began
tugging his suit down.
“I think he’s enjoying this,” Jill said. Jonah felt a
hand, a hand small enough to belong to a girl of eleven, brush across his
groin. “His thing is getting bigger, just like you said it would Emily.”
“You aren’t supposed to be having fun,” Emily said. “Just
pull his suit down or I’ll let Jessica do it.”
Jessica Benson was twelve, and more than anything was
waiting to see her first naked boy. Actually, she’s seen two, but both were
toddlers. Jonah was in ninth grade; a fourteen-year-old boy. She leaned in as
Jill worked harder to pull the suit down.
“Please Emily, I’ll do anything, just not this,” Jonah
said as he could feel that his only article of clothing was nearly down to the
top of his dick.
“Stop,” Emily said, and Jonah was relieved when his
sister let go of his suit. “Does that mean that you accept your punishment and
this can end?”
“Uh, I’ll do it, except for your patrol. You girls
need to go somewhere else first and then I’ll do it.”
“No, the agreement was that you would spend time with
each patrol, and that includes Bear,” Emily said. “Continue Jill.”
Jill was now having more difficultly because her
brother had something she knew little about. Something called an erection. All
she knew was that it was making it more difficult to get his suit down. Then
Jessica stepped in to help, and between the two of them they lifted the front
just enough to get the suit past Jonah’s penis, and then it was a quick pull
down to his knees, which was as far as it would go because his legs were
spread.
“Oh, god, no, please, don’t look,” Jonah begged.
“You know how to stop this,” Emily said. “Now, we want
the suit off you, but in order to do that we have to untie your legs one at a
time. Don’t fight us or it will get worse.”
Jonah couldn’t imagine how it could possibly get any
worse. He was naked, tied to four posts. He had a boner, and six girls,
including his sister and a girl he liked, were looking at him. As soon as they
freed one leg, he tried to kick.”
“I warned you,” Emily said. “Kim, see that wrinkled
sack below his penis?”
“Yeah,” the twelve-year-old Kim Wood answered.
“His testicles, known as balls, are inside. Grab it
and squeeze, but very, very gently because it will really hurt him.”
“No, please,” Jonah said again as he felt a cold hand
on his balls. As Kim grabbed his balls he was forced to yell out, “Oww, not so
hard.” Kim’s hand relaxed some.
“Now Jonah, we are going to remove your suit. If you
fight us, Kim will squeeze. If you just lay there and let us do it than she
won’t.”
Jonah, more embarrassed than he ever thought was
possible, lay there as they pulled his suit off of one leg, and then the other
after retying the first leg. Kim let go of his balls once both legs were tied
to the stakes.
“You know, I have a better idea,” Emily said. “Julie,
go back and get some more rope while Jonah thinks about what he did to Seth and
Jake and what he deserves for doing it.”
It was quiet for several minutes, but Jonah couldn’t
relax. He knew the girls were still there, what he didn’t know is what they had
planned.
“Okay Jonah, we’re going to get you off the ground and
let you stand,” Emily said to him. “Unfortunately, based on what you tried to
do last time we untied a rope, we need to be sure you won’t fight us. So, I’m
going to let Katherine hold you this time.”
Moments later, Jonah felt a hand from Kim’s older
sister on his balls. Kathrine was just seven months younger than him, and he
could imagine her smiling as she held his balls in one of her hands. Jonah’s
dick was now jerking wildly up and down in pace with his heart and he knew that
none of the six girls could possible miss seeing it.
His arms and legs were untied and he was helped to
stand. “Put your arms out to the sides,” Emily said, and when he hesitated
Katherine gave his balls a gently squeeze until he complied. Ropes were tied
around each wrist and then his arms were pulled up and to the sides.
“Now your legs,” Emily said from right next to him. “Spread
them as wide as you can.”
This time a very fearful Jonah did what she asked, and
moments later they were tied in place.
Then something was sprayed on his armpits and groin. “We
are going to take a short break, but we will come back in ten minutes and see
how you’re doing.”
“Wait, what did you spray on me,” Jonah asked, but
none of the girls answered. He was alone, or at least the girls were being
quiet. The thought that they might still be standing there looking at him made
him hornier than he’d ever been. Only there was no way he could touch his dick
to relieve himself.
He had no way to judge the time, but it seemed like
forever before he heard Emily’s voice again.
“We’ve put hair remover on you,” Emily said. “It
normally takes about fifteen to twenty minutes to work, so you might have ten
minutes to decide if you want to give in and serve your punishment or if you
want us to continue.”
Without warning, the blindfold was removed from his
eyes. It took them a few seconds to adjust and then he could see the six girls
in a semi-circle in front of him looking at him. All six of them looked like
they were hoping for more.
Mentally, he knew he was defeated; but he just
couldn’t get his mind to say the words. The girls looked happier by the minute.
And then he felt a slight burning in his pits and on his groin and ball sack.
“What’s happening?” he asked. “What did you put on me?
It’s starting to burn.”
“Oh, that’s a shame. That means your time is up. Girls,
the water please.”
Three of the girls went behind him and returned with water
buckets, which they splashed on him. As they splashed, Jill and Jessica worked
with towels to rub his pits and privates. After several splashes and rubs, they
stood back and all of them laughed.
“Look down Jonah,” Emily said.
He looked down. He could see his dick still twitching
and begging for relief. But his pubes, the thick brown hairs that he’d first
noticed just before his twelve birthday, were gone.
“What have you done,” he said. “The other guys can’t
see me like this. They’ll laugh, like you are.”
“I guess that means we get to continue,” Emily said.
“Can I do it?” Jill asked.
“No, you’ve had enough opportunities. This is my
turn.”
Jonah’s eyes got big as Emily reached out and grabbed
his penis. She pulled the skin taunt on the shaft, making his mushroom head
stand out even more. She rubbed a fingernail over the top of it and then under
it, all the while ignoring his jerking motions that were restrained by the four
ropes.
“Don’t, I can’t help it, something will happen if you
don’t stop now,” Jonah said.
“You mean you’ll have an orgasm, like we learned in
health class?” Emily said with a smile. “I always wandered what it looked like
on boys.”
Jonah had risen to his toes as he was getting very
near to shooting. “I give in, I’ll do the punishment,” he said. The words came
out broken, as he was right on the verge of what felt like the greatest cum of
his life.
And then it happened. White cum shot out the tip,
burst after burst, until it just dribbled down out of the piss hole. Emily let
go.
“You’ll do the punishment now?” she asked.
Jonah felt like crying as he said, “Yes,” in a soft
voice. In moments, he was untied. “You can come and do our patrol first,” she
said. “We expect you to do a good job.” She hesitated for a moment before
adding, “But if you go back on your word or do a poor job, you’ll regret it.”
Jonah finally understood that it could always be
worse. He’d been stripped by girls. Tied up, his pubes removed, and jacked off.
And he understood it could get worse. He followed the girls back to camp, where
the rest of the boys, all twenty-two of them, were waiting and watching. And
giggling.
They reached the area where Bear Patrol had their
tents, and Emily said, “There is only one chore we want to see you do. Jill
told me about it, something she heard from your room and didn’t understand. A
chore that you spend half your nights doing before going to bed. Do you know
what chore I’m referring to?”
He did. “Please, can I do it in one of the tents? Everyone
is watching.”
“I know,” Emily said. “And I don’t care. Use the
picnic table by the flag pole and do it. That’s the chore we want you to do. And
you can use the whole half hour if you want, as long as you are hard and
stroking it the entire time.” She didn’t remind him it could be worse. She
didn’t have to.
The rest of the troop watched, enjoying the show, as a
naked Jonah Finney approached the center of the camp. Although he was fourteen,
without his pubes he didn’t look older than his twelve-year-old brother Jake. Except
for the penis swinging between his legs. Flaccid, it was still over three
inches long, and thicker than what any of the grade seven boys were.
Knowing all eyes were on him, Jonah got up on the
table and let his legs hang off the end. He closed his eyes, half expecting
Emily to make him keep them open, but she didn’t. The last thing he saw was his
sister at the end of the table, two feet from his knees, looking at his groin
as the other five girls moved in to the sides. Emily and Julie even took seats
on the bench. The best seats in the house for a show they were never going to
forget.
“The half hour starts when you start doing the chore,”
Emily said. “And that means you have to be hard first.”
Jonah could hear the giggles and laughter as the boys
approached and saw what he was doing. At first, he couldn’t get it hard, but
then he focused on Emily. He liked her, and he imagined them alone, both naked.
He focused on that image as blood flowed into the spongy mass of his penis,
making it grow and swell until it reached its full five inches in length. With
the image still in his mind, he began to stroke it, willing his brain to not
shift focus to his sister’s giggle or the sounds of the rest of the troop who
he knew were all paying close attention.
He’d never seen Emily in less than a bikini, but he
imagined the curve of her breasts as she removed the top; then the roundness of
her globes as she turned her back to him and removed the bottoms. Then she
turned to face him and he imagined seeing---
He began to ejaculate, and the sounds of twenty-eight
eleven to fourteen-year-old boys and girls brought him back to reality. He
couldn’t stop spraying his cum all over his chest until he was spent. Only then
did he open his eyes and sit up. He’d remember the look on Jill’s face for as
long as he lived.
He quickly got down off the table and ran to his tent,
only to be stopped by his Patrol Leader, Alex Porter. “You still have four
other patrols to visit,” Alex said. “We’ll start with our patrol. Get back on the
table and do that again.”
“Please Alex, I can’t, not after just doing it. And,
uh, Emily made me do it before.”
“I’ll give you a choice. You can do it again and keep
going until you shoot, or there is something in our patrol that needs
cleaning.”
“I’ll clean anything,” Jonah said softly. “The
latrine, anything.”
Alex moved right up to him and whispered in his ear. “Your
brother’s dick. And you’ll clean it with your tongue in his tent, with Seth for
an audience. Or the table in front of all of us, your choice.”
Having shot twice in less than fifteen minutes, he had
difficulty doing it again, but managed at the last minute to shoot the last of
his cum.
Jamie Haynes came up to him next. He was Mustang
Patrol Leader. Seth Goodley’s patrol. And he wanted the same chore for Seth as
an alternative to the table, only he didn’t feel it would be fair to clean
Seth’s dick and not Jake’s. He said he’d speak to them about them doing a chore
for Coyote and Owl patrols. Or you can take the table again and then do those
patrols yourself.
Yep, Jonah thought to himself. It can always get
worse. He knew he couldn’t do it a fourth time in a row, let alone six times. And
if he didn’t accept the deal, the next two patrols might make it worse. “Can I
do it in a tent without witnesses?”
“They would both prefer that, but we’re worried that
you might cheat. After all, you haven’t earned your honor back yet. Maybe if
you did it more than once.”
“Twice?” Jonah asked hopefully.
“You’ve jacked off twice, they deserve more relief
than what you got. Let’s say three times.”
Again, Jonah knew it wouldn’t get any better. Jamie
would speak to the other two patrol leaders and they’d come up with even more
service for him, something worse. Thinking for a moment it couldn’t get any
worse than sucking off your little brother (three times!) and then he thought,
what if they got to fuck me? He immediately agreed to the offered choice.
“Oh, and since the rest of the troop doesn’t know what
chore you’re doing for their patrols, they are free to tell anyone they want,”
Jamie said. “I’d accept that without arguing if I were you.”
Jonah did. A very excited twelve-year-old Jake and
thirteen-year-old Seth followed him into the tent, which meant that this
punishment had already been agreed to by them. Jonah pulled the flaps closed
and tied them tightly, but he saw others moving towards the tent.
“Ten-foot rule,” Chris Haley called out. “Nobody gets
closer than ten feet to that tent. Anyone who does might get a chance to find
out first hand what chore is being done.”
Most of the scouts probably already had a good idea
what was about to take place inside that tent, and they made very sure they
were outside the ten-foot boundary. The closest one was Emily, and she was
surprised to see that the back flap was letting in just enough light for her to
be able to see. And what she saw excited and surprised her more than anything
she could imagine. Both her brothers were now naked, and Seth Goodly too. And then
Jonah got on his knees in front of Jake.
She watched, transfixed, as Jonah moved from Jake to
Seth, and afterwards back to Jake. Three times he moved from one side of the
tent to the other. As Jake and Seth pulled their bathing suits back up, Jonah came
out the front. His face was bright red, especially when he saw her standing
right there in front and knowing she had seen him do it.
“Seth will take your job with Coyote Patrol and Jake
with Owl,” Chris said to him. “You will remain naked until they are done to the
satisfaction of the respective Patrol Leaders.” Chris looked down and saw that
Jonah’s hands were over his privates. “And stand at attention. No covering up.”
Seth went to Coyote Patrol, where he was told to clean
up a candy wrapper on the ground. Seth picked it up and put it in the trash
bag. He then sat down under their mess tent and Jonah realized that he was
going to have to stand there, naked and ashamed, for half and hour. He couldn’t
hear what Seth was saying, but from the looks on the faces of the boys in
Coyote Patrol, he was pretty sure he was telling them what went on inside the
tent.
Jonah looked over to Owl Patrol where his brother sat
taking, waiting for his turn. And once again, Jonah was pretty sure his brother
was telling the boys in Owl Patrol the ‘cleaning’ job done to him in the tent.
Finally, Seth was told he’d done a great job and was
allowed to go back to his own patrol. Once again, he was given a tiny chore to
do, one that only took seconds to complete. Then he sat there for the remainder
of the thirty minutes while Jonah stood naked in the sun, his chest covered in
cum and the taste of Seth’s and Jake’s cum in his throat.
Yet not five minutes later, Brad Parker, the Patrol
Leader for Owl Patrol, said something to Jake, who got up and went to the tent
that Jonah shared with Alex. He came out a few minutes later with Jonah’s
clothes and a towel and put them on a mess table.
“You have a choice. You can go down to the lake and
clean yourself,” Jake said. “Or I do it for you; or I can assign someone else who
has a lower rank than me to do it for you.”
Jonah knew that his brother was a Tenderfoot, and
there was only one other person in the troop who was lower than him, and that
was their sister. It was the easiest choice to make that Jonah had had all day.
“I’ll do it,” he said and turned to the lake before Jake changed his mind.
“Do a good job,” Jake called after him. “There will be
an inspection before you will be allowed to dress. Remember, among other
things, a scout is clean. In fact, you might want to give some thought to all
twelve points of the Scout Law before you come back, you know, just in case.”
Jonah wasn’t sure if that was a warning or not, but
just in case he ran it though his head. “A Scout is trustworthy, loyal,
helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean,
and reverent.” He figured when he returned he might want to have helpful,
friendly, obedient, and cheerful in mind. Just in case. Things could always get
worse.
When he returned from the lake, Jake, Seth, Alex, and
Chris met him before he got to his clothes.
“Was what you did to Seth and your brother worth it?”
Chris asked.
“No,” Jonah said. He wanted to say more, like what
assholes they were, but he kept the law in mind.
“Did you cut your thumb on purpose just to get out of
the punishment on the Spring campout?” Alex asked.
Jonah thought ‘trustworthy.’ “I cut it by accident,
but barely broke the skin. Then I ran the knife blade a little deeper to get
out of being punished.”
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’ Alex said. “Your brother
isn’t advancing as quickly as he could be. What could be done to change that?”
“First, he has to want to complete the requirements. But
if he needs help, he can count on me to help him,” Jonah said.
He saw Chris and Alex nod their heads.
Chris looked at Seth and Jake. “Are you two satisfied
that Jonah has re-earned his honor? Or is there anything else you think should
be said or done?”
“I’m good,” Seth said.
“Me too,” Jake added. “It was, uh, more than it needed
to be.”
“That was always up to your brother,” Chris said. “You
didn’t think he was making excuses to get out of it, but we did. And everything
that happened beyond the actual punishment was just because he didn’t have the
courage to live up to the law.”
Jonah remembered, a scout is brave. He hadn’t shown
that too well today; and said as much.
“Then I think we’re done here,” Chris said. “I brought
your clothes down here, there’re behind that tree over there. We’ll see you
back in camp once you’re dressed as a scout should be, especially in mixed
company.” Chris and Alex turned and headed back, followed by Seth. Jake stayed
behind.
“You want something more?” Jonah asked his brother as
he headed to where Chris said his clothes were.
“No, I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry. I knew
this was going to happen, and Chris said I could tell you. But I didn’t. I
wanted it to happen. But now I’m not as proud of my behavior as I probably
should be. So, I’m sorry.”
“If you had told me, I wouldn’t have come. I would
have quit scouts. And that would have remained a black mark on my mind. So I’m
glad you didn’t tell me. Like Chris said, I’m the one who made it worse. But if you really feel bad, giving me a few
blowjobs when we get home might ease your burden.”
“I don’t feel that bad,” Jake said. And he was happily
surprised when his brother laughed along with him.
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