"Oh yeah, Brendan, just like that..."

The Scout Master threw his head back and sighed with delight as Brendan pushed his head down, taking the entirety of the man's cock into his young, 9-year-old muzzle, until it bulged his throat and pressed down further. The cub could feel that fervent twitching of the man's length in his throat, throbbing and pulsing with eager need, and as he slid back and the man sighed, his hand resting atop the boy's fuzzy, black-furred head.

This wasn't the first time Brendan had given his Scout Master a blowjob, but this was the first time he'd been so eager for it so early into the day. The young Wolfdog cub had only showed up to the meet 20 minutes ago when the Scout Master had pulled him aside before he could even join the other boys around the campfire, leading him into the main cabin situated on the edges of the local middle school's field. The Master groaned his enjoyment of the cub's bobbing head as he plucked the hat from the boy's head, twirling it around with his other hand, its front emblazoned with the Little Acorns logo.

"Mmh, just a little more..." The man groaned, slowly bucking his hips against the cub's bobbing mouth, and Brendan curled his fingers against the man's naked knees, his tiny rounded claws scraping gently against that thick brown fur. His Scout Master, a bear who he knew as Mr. Jensen, began to grunt and growl with an increased ferocity as Brendan tasted the translucent pre-cum that shot down into the back of his throat. The more that the man thrust the more audible it became as the man's groans became heavier and heavier; thankfully, they were the only ones in the cabin and the Scout Master hadn't turned the lights on, so no-one could hear them.

"Oh fuck...!" The bear grunted and thrust, and Brendan soon felt his cock throb and twitch in his throat, pumping spurt after spurt of cum right down into the cub's stomach. The cub squirmed and grunted quietly as his throat stretched, unable to really breath, but the Scout Master only held him there for a few moments before he allowed him to pull back. With Brendan withdrew, Mr. Jensen groaned and reached down to quickly tuck himself back in, stuffing his humanoid member back within the confines of his underwear, and Brendan leant back, wiping his mouth. After a moment, he felt a hand on his chin and lifted his muzzle, looking up at the dark silhouette of the Scout Master's bulky, but athletic body.

"Good boy. You're a special boy, Brendan," The Scout Master warmly murmured, before he relinquished his grip. "I have something special for you."

"For me?" Brendan slowly got to his feet and he felt the man's hand press to his chest, where the weight of his sash sagged across his right shoulder and down to his leg hip. The man's digits trailed down, brushing along the fabric of his button-up shirt before they moved down as far as his crotch, fumbling around until they cupped his young, small package. A groan escaped the man's lips as he groped the boy's young package, but Brendan's loins were awkwardly dormant-- he wasn't really old enough to understand sex. Hell, he didn't even understand a blowjob, and had just been following the Scout Master's instructions.

"Here it is..." The man grunted and shifted on the creaky wooden chair, before he put a hand under the boy's arm to encourage him to stand. Brendan did so, and he felt the man fumble with his sash, tugging on it ever so slightly as he affirmed something into place. Brendan stood there dutifully for a moment before that light tugging relented, and after a few moments a light briefly blinded him, causing him to cover his eyes. When they eventually adjusted, he looked down as the man shone the light down against his sash, and one of the bear's large fingers pressed to his chest. There, he pointed to a newly stitched badge that resembled some sort of hand patting a fuzzy, pointy-eared head.

"This is a badge only for the most special of boys," He insisted. "Just for you. I don't hand these out to any old Scout Boy."

"Really, Scout Master?!" The boy exclaimed, his eyes wide with delight. With a chuckle, the bear ruffled the boy's hear and quickly affixed his hat back atop his fluffy head, before he raised himself up and stood from the chair. He briefly brushed the light across the boy's face, illuminating him for no longer than a second or two, before he turned it off and stowed it away.

"Head on back to the other campers, Brendan," He insisted. "And keep a lid on your new badge, okay?"

"Okay!" Brendan had no intention of keeping the secret, chuffed at the thought that he might own a badge that no-one else does. At the man's words, he strode across the cabin floor towards the door and bounded out, not looking back. He headed out onto the grass in his shirt and shorts, approaching a small little campfire that the other Scouts, along with a couple of assistants, had set up only a handful of minutes ago. 

The Wolfdog seeked out two of his closest friends, Olly and Ben respectively, and plopped himself down beside him, puffing out his chest. It's not that he was deliberately trying to make himself look triumphant; he simply felt that way. At first, the other two boys, both canines, exchanged a glance before they looked over to him.

"What's got you so smug?" Benny asked with a pursing of his muzzle, and the Wolfdog snootily giggles, wiggling his chest left and right as if showing himself off.

"See anything new?" He asked, trying to draw attention to his chest, and the cubs look a little confused before Olly noticed the new badge on the boy's front. The realisation dawned on the boy's face and he giggled, along with Benny, which caused Brendan's expression to falter.

"Scout Master let you into his secret club, huh?" Benny asked, and the Wolfdog spluttered, bewildered as to how they knew.

"How..." He started to ask, but the boys merely pointed down to their own sashes, revealing that they both had identical badges, equally depicting a hand patting a dog's head. Brendan stared down at the pair of them before casting his gaze over the fire. Even from that distance, he could see that it wasn't just his friends, but quite a few others who shared similar badges...pretty much every boy there, bar a small handful. A pout crossed Brendan's face and he folded his arms, hiding away the majority of his sash.

"Aww, c'mon Brendan, it's not that bad," Olly giggled, a couple of years older than the Wolfdog. "He was just your latest, um...what's the word...conquest?"

"But...I..." Brendan pouted even harder, feeling betrayed.

He wasn't so special after all.