Under the canopy, the scout's uniform is shed, replaced by the rough touch of nature and the hungry mouths of his leaders. They guide him, teaching him the ways of men, their hands and tongues mapping his body. The boy learns to take, to give, to surrender. He's filled, stretched, used, his cries of pleasure echoing through the trees. Cum coats his skin, drips from his hole, as he's left panting, marked, claimed, in the heart of the forest.