Chapter 5: Resolution
"Looks like for you this night will be lasting long" Yoshinori's voice was full of anger, possessiveness and eagerness.
He roughly pushed Aiden onto the cot, his hands pinning the scoutmaster's wrists above his head. The lantern light flickered across Aiden's bare skin, highlighting the marks from earlier - the bite marks from Keitaro and Yoichi, the faint redness from where fingers had gripped too tightly. Yoshinori's eyes traced every mark with a possessive glare.
Aiden swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yoshi, please, I'm sorry...
I didn't mean to—"
Yoshinori's grip tightened, his fingers digging into Aiden's wrists with bruising force. "Didn't mean to what?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Didn't mean to let those boys use you like a common whore? Didn't mean to let them mark you like this?"
Aiden's breath hitched as Yoshinori's free hand traced the bite marks on his chest, his fingers lingering over the deep red welts. The older scoutmaster's touch was possessive, almost reverent, as if he were inspecting stolen property.
"You're mine, Aiden," Yoshinori said, his voice a low rumble.
"And you know what happens when you let others touch what belongs to me."
Aiden's pulse quickened, his body responding despite himself. He knew Yoshinori's punishments were never simple—they were always layered, always intense. The older scoutmaster's grip on his wrists tightened as he leaned in, his breath hot against Aiden's ear.
"You think you can just spread yourself for anyone?" Yoshinori murmured, his lips brushing Aiden's skin. "You think you can take their cocks and not face the consequences?"
Aiden swallowed hard, his body already betraying him. He could feel the heat pooling in his stomach, the way his skin prickled under Yoshinori's gaze.
"How much?" Simple question from Yoshinori, but for Aiden it was impossible hard to answer.
"F.. four" managed to say Aiden. "And two at once..."
"Fuck!" Yoshinori cursed.
"You let four boys use you? And two at once?" His voice was a dangerous whisper, his fingers tightening around Aiden's wrists. "You're going to regret this."
Aiden's breath hitched as Yoshinori's free hand trailed down his chest, fingers tracing the bite marks left by Keitaro and Yoichi. "These marks aren't yours to give," Yoshinori murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
Aiden swallowed hard, his body responding despite himself.
Yoshi spreaded Aiden's legs, and touched ass hole.
It was still wet from Keitaro and Yoichi's cum, and Aiden's own leaking pre-cum. "Still wet, so, firstly, let me make you dry" Yoshi growled, and put two fingers inside Aiden.
Aiden's body jerked at the sudden invasion, his breath hitching as Yoshi's fingers curled inside him, stroking that sensitive spot with deliberate precision. The older scoutmaster's touch was rough, possessive, a clear message that this was punishment, not pleasure.
"Yoshi—" Aiden gasped, his hips lifting involuntarily, his body betraying him even as his mind rebelled. The fingers inside him were relentless, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that made his vision blur.
"You like that?" Yoshi murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "You like being filled like this? After letting those boys use you?"
Aiden bit his lip, his fingers curling into the cot beneath him.
"Yes, Yoshi... I like that" Aiden cried, squeezing Yoshinori's fingers inside Aiden's ass hole. "I can't resist, please... I need more".
Yoshinori's fingers curled deeper inside Aiden, his knuckles pressing against that sensitive spot that made Aiden's entire body shudder. "You're going to take everything I give you tonight, and you're going to beg for more before I'm done."
Aiden's breath came in ragged gasps as Yoshinori's fingers worked him expertly, stretching him open with a deliberate slowness that was both agonizing and intoxicating. The older scoutmaster's free hand slid up Aiden's chest, his fingers wrapping around Aiden's throat—not tight enough to cut off air, but just enough to make Aiden feel the weight of his control.
Yoshi added third finger, and started pushing his fingers with even rhythm, hitting Aiden's prostate again and again. Remains of scouts' seed was good lube for it.
Yoshinori's fingers slid in and out of Aiden with practiced ease, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through the younger man's body.
"Your cock twitching so hard, are you already about to finish, Ai?" Yoshinori teasingly purr, calling Aiden with his short, playful name.
"Looks like you are too excited, my little scoutmaster. Maybe you need more than just my fingers to calm you down."
Aiden whimpered, his hips bucking up to meet Yoshinori's fingers. "Please, Yoshi—" he gasped, his voice breaking. "I need you—"
Yoshinori smirked, his fingers curling inside Aiden with deliberate pressure. "Oh, you'll get me," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "But not now. We have long night. Firstly, you need to learn lesson".
Yoshi started thrusting with his fingers inside Aiden sharply, roughly, quickly, feeling Aiden really near to the edge.
"Fuck, Yoshi...your fingers... *Moan* I'm... Coming!...".
Aiden’s body convulsed as Yoshinori’s fingers curled inside him, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum shot across his stomach. The older scoutmaster smirked, watching Aiden’s pleasure with a mix of satisfaction and dark amusement.
"Already finished?" Yoshinori taunted, his fingers still buried deep inside Aiden. "I was hoping for more of a fight."
Aiden panted, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "Y-Yoshi, please—" he gasped, his body still trembling from the force of his orgasm.
Yoshinori’s grip on his wrists tightened, he withdrew fingers from used Aiden's hole. "As you came, we should take little break, shouldn't we?" Yoshinori smirked, and lean to Aiden's shoulder. "Who left this bite mark here, Ai?".
His tongue flicked out, tracing the edges of the mark with deliberate slowness. Aiden shivered, his skin still hypersensitive from the earlier orgasm. "Y-Yoichi," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Yoshinori's smirk deepened, his fingers tightening around Aiden's wrists. "And this one?" he murmured, his lips brushing against another mark on Aiden's collarbone. Aiden swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. "Keitaro," he admitted, his breath hitching as Yoshinori's teeth grazed the sensitive skin. Yoshinori hummed in approval, his fingers tracing the outline of the bite mark.
"Such a good boy, telling me who touched you," he murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "But you know what happens to boys who let others mark them, don't you?"
Aiden's breath hitched, his body still trembling from the aftermath of his orgasm.
Yoshi suddenly bite Aiden's shoulder, right in place Keitaro did it few hours ago. But Keitaro did it gently, and Yoshi bit deeply, roughly, needed to reclaim Aiden. Aiden cried as small drops of blood appeared on Yoshinori's bite mark.
Yoshinori licked the wound, tasting the metallic tang of blood mixed with salt from Aiden's sweat. His tongue traced the edges of the mark, his teeth grazing the skin with deliberate pressure.
"You taste even better when you're bleeding," Yoshinori murmured, his voice rough with possession. "But this isn't enough. You need to understand who you belong to."
Aiden's breath came in ragged gasps as Yoshinori's teeth sank deeper into his shoulder, the pain sharp and electric. He arched his back, his fingers curling into the cot beneath him as he tried to process the sensation.
The pain was sharp, but it was quickly swallowed by something darker, something that made his cock twitch against his stomach. Yoshinori’s grip on his wrists tightened, his breath hot against Aiden’s ear.
"You’re mine," Yoshinori growled, his voice rough with possession. "Every inch of you. Every mark on your skin. Every moan that comes out of your mouth. It’s all mine."
Aiden whimpered, his body trembling as Yoshinori’s teeth finally released his shoulder. The older scoutmaster’s tongue traced the wound again, this time with a slow, deliberate care that made Aiden’s skin prickle.
"Yoshi... please..." Aiden moans sounds more quietly. "Please, replace all marks on by skin on yours".
Aiden whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of pain and desire. His body was still sensitive from the earlier orgasms, but Yoshinori's touch ignited something deeper within him—something that craved possession, that needed to be claimed.
Yoshinori chuckled darkly, his fingers tracing the fresh bite mark on Aiden's shoulder. "Oh, I intend to," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "But not before you understand the rules."
He released Aiden's wrists, his hands sliding down to grip the younger man's hips, pulling him closer. "You are so turned on, Ai... You definitely like my bites." Yoshi purr. "You are not allowed to touch yourself. I'll jerking off your cock, and keep biting you, reclaiming your body. We'll see, how long you can last".
Yoshinori's voice was a low growl, his fingers tightening around Aiden's hips as he positioned himself between the younger man's legs. The lantern light flickered across his sharp features, casting shadows that made his expression even more intimidating. Aiden swallowed hard, his body already responding to the older scoutmaster's touch despite the lingering soreness from earlier.
Yoshinori's fingers trailed down Aiden's chest, tracing the bite marks left by Keitaro and Yoichi with deliberate slowness. "These marks don't belong to you," he murmured, his voice rough with possession. "They belong to me".
Yoshinori's hand slowly wrapped around Aiden's rocky hard dick, started stroking it. At the same time Yoshi's tongue run along Aiden's skin, choosing bite mark Yoshi was about to replace.
Aiden's breath hitched as Yoshinori's teeth sank into his shoulder, the pain sharp and electric.
Then again and again, Yoshi sharply bite Aiden's skin in places Keitaro and Yoichi did it, making bite marks deeper, bigger, making them Yoshinori's.
Aiden was moaning, crying, screaming, but Yoshi didn't stop. He was about to replace all marks on Aiden's body with his own.
Yoshinori's hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes along Aiden's cock, his grip firm but not tight enough to hurt. The older scoutmaster's touch was possessive, a clear message that this was his territory, his to control.
Yoshi made his way lower, finding foreign bite marks in sudden places. One was on hips. Yoshi lean to it, looking up in Aiden's eyes. Keeping eye contact, continuing slowly jerking off Aiden's dick, Yoshi bit that place.
Aiden's body jerked, his cock twitching in Yoshi's hand. The pain was sharp, but it was quickly swallowed by a wave of pleasure that made Aiden's toes curl. Yoshi's teeth sank deeper, his tongue tracing the edges of the mark with deliberate slowness.
"Yoshi... please..." Aiden moaned, his voice trembling with a mixture of pain and desire. His body was still sensitive from the earlier orgasms, but the way Yoshi was touching him, biting him, was igniting something deeper within him.
Yoshi released his bite, licking the fresh wound with a slow, deliberate care. Last one was bloody, Yoshi suck it, and suddenly kissed Aiden, sharing blood. It was too much for Aiden.
The metallic tang of blood mixed with the salt of sweat on Yoshi's lips, the way his tongue pushed into Aiden's mouth with a possessive hunger—it was all too much. Aiden's fingers tangled in Yoshi's hair, pulling him closer as he kissed back with the same desperate need. His body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more.
Yoshi pulled away just enough to speak, his breath hot against Aiden's swollen lips. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. "You like the taste of your own blood on my tongue."
Aiden couldn't answer more obvious: he started trembling and came again.
His cock pulsed in Yoshi's hand, thick ropes of cum spilling over his fingers. Yoshi didn't stop jerking him off, his grip tightening as he milked every last drop from Aiden's body. The younger scoutmaster's breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers digging into the cot beneath him as he rode out the waves of pleasure.
Yoshinori smirked, his free hand trailing up Aiden's chest to trace the newest bite mark on his shoulder. "Looks like you enjoyed that," he murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement.
"Punishment for disobedience, reclaiming of lost territory...now time for encouraging my little slut" Yoshi purr, grabbing Aiden's hair and kissing his lips, passionately, truly loving. Anger and roughness went away.
Yoshi's kiss was tender, loving, almost desperate. Aiden felt the shift in the older scoutmaster's touch, the way his fingers tangled in his hair with a possessive tenderness rather than the earlier dominance.
Yoshi pulled back just enough to look into Aiden's eyes, his own dark and intense. "You're mine," he murmured, his thumb brushing Aiden's swollen lip. "Only mine."
Aiden's breath hitched, his body still trembling from the aftermath of his orgasms, but the words settled something deep inside him. He reached up, his fingers tracing the sharp line of Yoshi's jaw. "I know," he whispered.
"I'm sorry, Yoshi. I didn't mean to—"
Yoshinori silenced him with another kiss, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against Aiden's with a slow, deliberate hunger. The lantern light flickered across their tangled bodies, casting long shadows that danced across the canvas walls of the tent. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, salt, and something darker—something primal and possessive.
When they finally broke apart, Yoshinori's lips brushed against Aiden's ear, his voice a low, rough murmur. "I know you didn't ment to. I know you too much. I must have known you would be bored and hungry. Sorry for my business. But now, let's catch up what we lost".
Yoshi's voice was suddenly soft, his fingers tracing the curve of Aiden's jaw with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the roughness of moments before. The lantern light flickered, casting shadows that softened the sharp angles of his face.
Aiden swallowed hard, his body still trembling from the intensity of everything that had happened. His skin was marked with Yoshi's bites, his muscles aching in the best possible way. "Yoshi, I..." he started, but the words caught in his throat. How could he explain the way his body and mind had reacted to the others?
Yoshi finally pulled down his pants, letting free his hard dick, leaking for so long, waiting for it. "Ai, other things we can left for tomorrow, for me it's important that you are mine now". Yoshi lean to Aiden's abdomen, slowly running his tongue along Aiden's skin, going lower to the Aiden's ass hole. "Are...you agree, Ai?".
Yoshi's voice was a low, rough murmur, his breath hot against Aiden's skin.
"Please, I want it...Give me your perfect, huge dick" Aiden moans, his head went back, his voice begging.
His body was still trembling from the intensity of everything that had happened, but the need for Yoshi's cock was overwhelming. The lantern light flickered across the tent, casting long shadows that danced across their tangled bodies. Aiden could feel the heat radiating from Yoshi’s body, the way his breath was hot against Aiden’s skin.
Yoshi chuckled darkly, his fingers tracing the curve of Aiden’s jaw with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the roughness of moments before. "You want it, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "You want my cock inside you, claiming you all over again."
Aiden nodded eagerly, his fingers tangling in Yoshi’s hair.
"Yes, please," he whispered, his voice trembling with need. "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me, marking me as yours."
Yoshi smirked, his fingers trailing down Aiden’s chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "You’re so desperate for it," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "You can’t wait, can you?"
Aiden shook his head, his breath hitching as Yoshi’s fingers brushed against his nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. "No, I can’t," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need you, Yoshi. Only you!...".
Yoshi laughed. "I know you too much, you will never be satisfied only with me...but for now" Yoshi attached his dick to Aiden's used, but already tight again ass hole. "For now I'll claim you!".
Yoshi's voice was a low growl, his fingers digging into Aiden's hips as he positioned himself. The lantern light flickered across his broad shoulders, casting shadows that made his expression even more intense.
Aiden's breath hitched as he felt the thick, heavy head of Yoshi's cock press against his entrance. The older scoutmaster's cock was always a sight to behold—thick, veiny, and perfectly proportioned to make Aiden feel completely filled. He could already feel the stretch, the way his body would have to yield to accommodate Yoshi's size.
Yoshi didn’t rush. He never did. He just pushed inside. His incredibly thick cock rarely fits to someone's entrance. But Aiden was one of people, who taking him fully.
He knew it, and Yoshi knew it too. That's why Yoshi didn't rush. He let Aiden feel every inch, every thick ridge, as he slowly pushed inside. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, but Aiden loved it. He loved the way Yoshi filled him completely, the way his body had to adjust to accommodate that perfect, massive cock.
"Fuck..." Aiden gasped, his fingers curling into the cot beneath him. He could feel Yoshi's cock pressing against his prostate, sending waves of pleasure through his body. "Yoshi, please..."
Yoshi didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned down, capturing Aiden's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Aiden's dick woke up again, hardening and starting leaking.
Yoshi's cock was so deep inside him, Aiden could feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse of blood as Yoshi slowly thrust in and out. The older scoutmaster's breath was hot against Aiden's neck, his lips brushing against the fresh bite marks he'd left earlier.
"You feel that, Ai?" Yoshi murmured, his voice rough with possession. "You feel how deep I am inside you? How no one else can ever fill you like this?"
Aiden could only moan in response, his body trembling beneath Yoshi's weight. The older scoutmaster's hands were rough against his skin, gripping his hips with bruising force as he set a slow, deliberate rhythm.
"Now I understand why it took two big scouts to fill you last time. But it's better when I did it, are you agree?".
Yoshi's voice was a low growl, his fingers digging into Aiden's hips as he pulled back slowly, letting Aiden feel every inch of his cock withdrawing before pushing back in with deliberate force.
Aiden gasped, his back arching off the cot as Yoshi's cock hit that perfect spot inside him again. "Y-Yes," he stammered, his fingers clawing at the rough fabric beneath him. "Only you... only you can fill me like this."
Yoshi chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against Aiden's ear. "That's right," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. "You're mine, Aiden. Every inch of you belongs to me".
Yoshi didn't stop, but lick and started sucking Aiden's red ears. It was Aiden's secret pleasure spot. "Hope noone still doesn't know this your weak parts, ha?" Yoshi teasing.
"You're so sensitive here, Ai," he murmured, his tongue tracing the delicate shell of Aiden's ear. "I wonder how many of those boys found this spot... how many of them made you squirm like this."
Aiden's body jerked at the words, his cock twitching against his stomach. "N-No one," he gasped, his fingers curling into the cot. "Only you... only you know this."
Yoshi's lips curved into a smirk against Aiden's skin. "Good," he growled, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
Yoshi quickly turned over, sitting on butt and leaning on tent wall. Yoshi didn't withdraw from Aiden's entrance, and now Aiden riding him, facing Yoshinori's hungry face.
Aiden's body was trembling, his muscles burning from the exertion, but the way Yoshi's cock filled him completely made every movement worth it. The lantern light flickered across their bodies, casting long shadows that danced across the canvas walls of the tent.
Yoshi's hands gripped Aiden's hips tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Ride me, Ai," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Show me how much you want it."
Aiden obeyed, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through his body, the thick ridge of Yoshi's cock pressing against his prostate with every thrust.
Yoshi moved in time, pushing dick even farther then before.
Aiden's eyes rolled back, his fingers digging into Yoshi's shoulders as he tried to find purchase. The angle was perfect—too perfect—every upward thrust of Yoshi's hips sent a jolt of electricity through Aiden's body, his cock twitching between them, already leaking again.
"Look at you," Yoshi growled, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Already hard again. You really are my little slut, aren't you?"
Aiden could only whimper in response, his body moving on instinct as he rode Yoshi's cock. The older scoutmaster's hands slid up his back, fingers tangling in Aiden's hair before yanking his head back.
"My bratty slut, hungry whore, my little Ai, who wants my dick so badly". Yoshinori's voice wasn't angry, but truly passionate.
"You're so beautiful like this" Yoshinori whispered, his voice rough with desire. "Your body was made for this. For me. For my cock. For my pleasure." He thrust up sharply, his hips snapping forward with sudden force that made Aiden gasp.
Yoshi's hands slid down Aiden's back, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his ass as he pulled him down harder onto his cock. "Take it," he growled. "Take every inch of me like a good boy."
Aiden could only whimper in response, his body trembling as he obeyed, his hips moving in desperate, frantic circles.
Yoshi again changed rythm, started thrusting deeper and with other angle. Now with each thrust, small belly bulge appears and disappeared. It was mesmerising view.
Aiden's belly bulged slightly with each of Yoshi's deep thrusts, the older scoutmaster's cock pressing against his prostate with relentless precision. The lantern light flickered across their sweat-slicked bodies, casting golden shadows that danced across the canvas walls of the tent. Aiden could feel every vein, every ridge of Yoshi's cock as it stretched him open, filling him completely.
Yoshi's hands slid up Aiden's back, fingers tangling in his damp hair before yanking his head back sharply. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
Aiden obeyed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he met Yoshi's dark, intense gaze.
Yoshi run his fingers along Aiden's stomach, stopped on place where belly bulge appears. "So deeply. Look, I can go further.
I can go deeper. I can fuck you until you forget every other name but mine." Yoshi's voice was a low growl, his fingers digging into Aiden's hips with bruising force. "I can make you scream so loud the entire camp hears you, so they all know who owns you."
Aiden's breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation. He could feel Yoshi's cock pulsing inside him, thick and insistent, stretching him in ways that made his vision blur.
"Yoshi..." Aiden gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. He saw how belly bulge moved upper, feels how deeper Yoshi pushed. For now it was too much. Aiden came in the third time, it was the most powerful release.
His body arched off the cot, his fingers clawing at Yoshi's shoulders as his cock pulsed between them, thick ropes of cum spilling over Yoshi's stomach. The older scoutmaster didn't stop, his hips snapping upward with relentless force as he fucked through Aiden's orgasm, drawing out every last shuddering wave of pleasure.
"Fuck—Yoshi—" Aiden gasped, his voice breaking. He was trembling, his body slick with sweat, his skin marked with Yoshi's teeth and fingers. Yoshi was near too.
He growled, his hips snapping up with brutal force, his cock swelling impossibly thick inside Aiden. The veins pulsed against Aiden’s walls, and his fingers dug into Aiden’s hips hard enough to bruise. Aiden’s belly bulged with each deep thrust, his body trembling as he took every inch of Yoshi’s length.
“Fuck—Yoshi—” Aiden gasped, his voice breaking. He was trembling, his body slick with sweat, his skin marked with Yoshi’s teeth and fingers.
"Ai... I'm... now!..." Yoshi gasped, and came.
His cock pulsed inside Aiden, thick ropes of cum flooding him, marking him from the inside out. Aiden moaned, his body trembling as he felt the heat of Yoshi’s release deep within him. The older scoutmaster’s fingers dug into his hips, holding him in place as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm. Aiden’s own cock twitched, leaking more pre-cum onto Yoshi’s stomach.
Yoshi’s breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he slowly withdrew from Aiden’s body. The younger scoutmaster whimpered at the sudden emptiness, his muscles aching from the intensity of their lovemaking.
Yoshi’s breath was still ragged as he collapsed beside him, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together in the dim glow of the lantern. The air was thick with the scent of sex and salt, the sound of distant waves crashing against the shore the only thing breaking the silence.
Aiden turned his head slightly, his lips brushing against Yoshi’s shoulder. "You’re still angry," he murmured, his fingers tracing the faint scars that marked the older man’s skin.
Yoshi exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening around Aiden’s wrist. "I’m not angry," he said, though his voice carried an edge. "I’m possessive. And you are...but it's my choice, to love such free men". Yoshi kissed Aiden's forehead. The more you hint that you need me, the more I gave you".
Yoshi's voice was soft, but firm. "But you must understand, Ai, that I am not like other men. I do not share what is mine. And you are mine."
Aiden swallowed hard, his fingers tracing the fresh bite marks on his skin. The pain was still there, but it was a dull ache now, a reminder of Yoshi’s possession. He turned his head slightly, meeting the older scoutmaster’s dark, intense gaze.
"I know," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I’m sorry, Yoshi. I didn’t mean to—"
Yoshi silenced him with a kiss, his lips firm and demanding. "Maybe I need to put a butt plug in your entrance, and lock it, so only I can own you?" Yoshi laughed. "Or next time you will be "accidentally " fucked by whole camp" Yoshi teasing Aiden, both felt to exhausted to even clean themselves.
Yoshi's cum was dripping from Aiden's ass hole, and Aiden's cum was drying on Yoshi's stomach. They were laying on the same cot, Yoshi's huge dick still was half hard, touching Aiden's thigh. Aiden was trying to catch his breath, his body still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. The lantern light flickered across their sweat-slicked bodies, casting long shadows that danced across the canvas walls of the tent.
"But I really worked, you know?" Aiden tired smile. "Looks like Keitaro and Taiga made new couple. I just...show them that in Camp buddy they can have fun with others".
Yoshi grinned.
"You little matchmaker," he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of Aiden's jaw. The lantern light flickered across his sharp features, casting shadows that made his expression unreadable. "So you were just playing cupid, were you? And here I thought you were being reckless."
Aiden chuckled weakly, his body still trembling from the aftermath of their lovemaking. "Maybe a little of both," he admitted, his fingers brushing against Yoshi's chest. "But I couldn't just ignore them. They were both so... desperate."
Yoshi couldn't hide smirk. "So, we should move them in the same room, when we return in Camp Buddy. But if I'll catch you with them again...". It really didn't sounds like serious warning.
Aiden knew Yoshinori too well. The older scoutmaster's voice was warm, almost tender, as he traced the bite marks on Aiden's shoulder with his thumb.
Aiden turned his head slightly, his lips brushing against Yoshi's chest. "Maybe you should just keep me tied up all the time," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "That way, no one else can touch me."
Yoshi chuckled, his fingers tangling in Aiden's damp hair. "Don't tempt me, Ai," he said, his voice low and rough with amusement. "I might just do that."
Aiden smirked, his body still humming from the intensity of their lovemaking. The lantern light flickered across their tangled limbs, casting a warm glow over the tent. The air was thick with the scent of salt, sweat, and something deeper—something that felt like home.
Yoshi shifted slightly, his fingers tracing the marks he had left on Aiden's skin. "You know," he murmured, his voice softening, "I don't mind you being free. I don't mind you exploring.
I just want to be the one you come home to," Yoshi murmured, his fingers tracing the faint scars on Aiden's shoulder where his teeth had been earlier. The lantern light flickered, casting long shadows across their sweat-slicked bodies. The air smelled of salt, sweat, and something deeper—something that felt like possession.
"I'll always do it. Now, let's sleep" Aiden's eyes closing, as he was very tired.
Yoshi smiled, and pulled Aiden closer, wrapping his arms around him. The lantern light flickered, casting long shadows across the tent. The sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore filled the silence, a soothing rhythm that lulled Aiden into a deep, exhausted sleep.
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**The Next Morning**
Scouts slowly waking up, some of them went out from tents, and get surprised. Today, scoutmaster Yoshinori made them breakfast. When boys asked scoutmaster, where is Aiden, Yoshinori answered that Aiden felt sick, yesterday he got fever. Only few scouts, who slept in closest tents near to scoutmaster's tent, knew truth, but were silent. Early morning Yoshinori when to them and asked for total silence, in exchange for future praise.
Boys agreed, and Yoshinori went back to tent, where Aiden was still sleeping. Yoshinori was smiling, he was so happy, that Aiden was his. He was so happy, that he can be with Aiden, that he can love him, that he can fuck him, that he can punish him. He was so happy, that Aiden was his.
Yoshinori gently kissed Aiden's forehead, and Aiden woke up. He was still tired, but he felt happy. He felt loved. He felt owned.
"Good morning, Ai," Yoshinori said, his voice soft and tender. "How are you feeling?"
Aiden smiled, his eyes still half-closed.
"Even though, today is your day off..." Yoshi continue. "You can't show yourself with so much marks on skin".
Yoshi's voice was soft but firm. "I'll put some ointment on them, and you'll stay in tent, until they heal". Aiden was about to protest, but Yoshi's hand on his chest stopped him. "I know you want to go to beach, but you can't. Not yet". Aiden sighed, but he knew Yoshi was right. He was still sore, and the bite marks were too fresh. He nodded, and Yoshi smiled, kissing his forehead. "Good boy". Aiden blushed, but he couldn't help but feel a thrill at the praise. He loved when Yoshi called him that.
"We were so loud yesterday, didn't we?" Aiden asked. "Did someone hear us?".
Aiden's voice was light, teasing, as he traced a finger along the fresh bite mark on his shoulder.
Yoshi smirked, his fingers brushing Aiden’s hair back from his forehead. "Oh, they heard us," he said, his voice low and amused. "But don’t worry. I made sure they understood the consequences of spreading rumors."
Aiden raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Consequences?"
Yoshi chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to Aiden’s collarbone.
"Let’s just say I had a *very* persuasive conversation with the boys who were listening at the tent flaps last night."
Aiden groaned, burying his face in Yoshi’s chest. "You didn’t—"
"Oh, I did," Yoshi murmured, running his fingers through Aiden’s tousled hair. "And they won’t be telling anyone about what they heard. Or what they *saw*."
Aiden peeked up at him, eyes wide. "They *saw*?"
Yoshi smirked. "Only a little.
The tent flap wasn't fully closed," Yoshi admitted with a smirk, his fingers tracing the curve of Aiden's jaw. "But don't worry, Ai. I made sure they understood the importance of discretion."
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In addition, after few days, Yoshi found plenty of used underwear with familiar white spots. It was definitely batch of underwear from that group of boys, who might saw them that night. At least, they were satisfied with performance.
Yoshi thought, looking at the pile of used underwear. He was sitting on the edge of the cot, holding a pair of boxers with a dried stain. The fabric was still warm from the sun, and the scent of salt and sweat lingered. He smirked, tossing them aside with a practiced flick of his wrist.
After that, Yoshi started noticing that white spots appear on scouts underwear very often. It was not just one or two, but almost every boy in the group. Yoshi was amused, but also a little concerned. Finally Yoshi understand, that it's common problem for scouts to release their tension, and he must do something with it.
After their group returns in Camp Buddy, through the scouts shared rumour that in new shower will soon be added the partitions and doors- finally, some privacy and opportunity to quick masturbation.
Yoshi didn't tell anyone, but he was the one who ordered partitions. He knew that his boys were too young to be so sexually active, but he also understood that it was better to give them controlled environment than let them explore in dark corners of the camp.
And it works. Results were fantastic, as Yoshi could check the situation in small hidden windows to each of new cabins. Through the noise of water and conversations, about every second scout now releasing his tension while showering. Yoshi looks on scouts, with different body builds and sizes, how they equally eagerly and pleased stroking their dicks - often, pretty big and adult looking.
Yoshi was sitting on the bench outside the shower building, pretending to be reading a book. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the camp, and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing backdrop to the quiet hum of activity.
Yoshi's fingers traced the spine of his book, but his attention wasn't on the pages. It was on the faint sounds coming from inside the shower building—the rhythmic splashing of water, the occasional muffled groan, the creak of a partition door. He had installed those partitions for a reason, and it seemed his plan was working.
He could hear the boys through the thin wooden walls, their voices low and hushed, their breaths quickening as they found release. When he hidden looking on them, he feel proud and happiness.
He was like a father, who finally gave his sons everything they needed to grow. He was like a teacher, who finally taught his students how to properly take care of themselves. He was like a scoutmaster, who finally gave his boys the freedom they deserved. And he was like a lover, who finally gave his man the pleasure he craved.
Yoshi closed his book, his fingers lingering on the worn cover. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the camp. The distant sound of waves crashing against the shore was a soothing rhythm, a reminder of the natural world around them. He could hear the boys inside the shower building, their voices low and hushed, their breaths quickening as they found release.
Some of them looks grown up, and now Yoshi understand, why Aiden usually allows them use him.
They were too horny, too eager, too desperate. And Yoshi was too strict, too controlling, too possessive. But now, he was learning. He was learning to let go, to trust, to share. He was learning to be a better scoutmaster, a better lover, a better man. And of course, he remember himself in their age. Looking on sc And he was learning to be a better friend.
One view Yoshi remembered better then others. That scout was tall, with lean muscular body and short dark hair. In shower cabin he quickly pulled down briefs, and his already hard dick pop out. It was big, for his age. Scout used soap and begins stroking it, quietly groaning.
His dick was so big, that it was difficult to hold it in one hand. But he was experienced. His hand moved fast, his breath became heavy, his muscles tensed. He came, his seed covered tiled wall.
He was breathing heavily, his body trembling. He was young, but already experienced. Yoshi was impressed.
It was Natsumi, one of the best scouts in Camp Buddy. Yoshi remembered how the boy had struggled with discipline at first—always pushing boundaries, testing limits. But now, watching him through the hidden window, Yoshi saw a different side of him. A side that was raw, vulnerable, and undeniably human.
Natsumi’s hand moved faster, his breath hitching as he neared the edge. His other hand braced against the tiled wall, knuckles whitening with effort. The water cascaded over his lean, muscular frame, steam rising around him in the enclosed space. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration.
Yoshi’s own breath hitched as he watched. Yoshi will definitely do something more for his scouts. For example... huge room filled with artificial vaginas? Who knows.