In much of life, people are required to deal with such imbalance but this is a bit unusual.

The following story is fiction about a youth and a man.  The story contains scenes of a strapping and gay sex.  If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

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Scoutmaster Regan was alone in his office in the community center.  It was late and the building was practically deserted.  Orders had been issued so he was waiting for First Class Scout Larrington.  He wished that he was home but discipline required that he be here so that the matter could be settled quickly and privately.  He was nervous and was pacing the room.  As he did, he kept checking his uniform in the mirror.  Yes, it was neat and sharp to give the proper impression but he wished he had been wearing long pants rather than shorts which made him feel boyish.  He hated to wait but at the same time he dreaded what would happen when the wait was over.  He hated this with a passion but he was trapped.  Then came the knock and FCS Larrington entered and locked the door.

Larrington, almost sixteen, was a well-built athletic youth.  His short sleeve shirt was tight emphasizing his strong, well-developed physique.  His snug, sharp-creased long trousers emphasized his maleness both fore and aft.  He wore a special neckerchief indicating high status.

Larrington sat and took the notebook from his shirt pocket and started to read.  "Monday, Tenderfoot Ross reported inappropriate touching at inspection.  Tenderfoots Kirgis and Hogg confirm this."

"It was an accident.  It won't happen again."

"Then you admit it.  Give me the tawse and get into position." commanded Larrington sharply.  His tone demanded unquestioned obedience immediately.

Regan knew that there was not any alternative.  He walked around the desk and stripped completely, including even his briefs.  He was not allowed to wear anything else.  After Larrington gagged Regan with his own neckerchief, the scoutmaster bent over the desk and got a tight grip on the far side.

Larrington found his spot and delivered six strokes with his full strength.  Each made a resounding WHACK and left a deep red stripe.  Collectively, they turned Regan's tail uniformly crimson, hot, swollen and, most important, painful.  The gag suppressed most of the Scoutmaster's yelps.

Larrington put the tawse down and pulled out a condom from his pocket.  «A good scout is always prepared» he thought.  He opened his trousers and rolled the rubber onto his hard shaft before driving it deep into the Scoutmaster's butt hole.  This was the part he liked best for it marked the total power he wielded over the forty-year-old scoutmaster.  He always had a most satisfying cum and tonight was not any exception.

He used the gagging neckerchief to wipe his manhood off before pulling up his pants.

"LEAVE THE LITTLE ONES ALONE, REGAN." he said in the same command voice and left.

Scoutmaster Regan dressed and breathed a sign of relief.  He was most grateful that the police had not been called.  It was only then that he eagerly examined his neckerchief that Larrington had wiped himself with.  He was in luck for the condom was still full.  Greedily, he sucked up the delectable, still hot man-juice from the rubber savoring every drop.

The End

© Copyright A.I.L.  July 16, 2010