Date: Sun, 25 Oct 2009 19:12:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Mackey Chronicles 01-a  (Correction)

Kids of Indian Spring -- The Mackeys
By Jonas Henley


What follows is an attempt to tell you some of the history of the Mackeys
in America and where and how some of their mores and traditions developed.
It covers two hundred years and many dozens of family members. I will
attempt post as well a geneology of the principal lineages in the story.


Chapter 01-a
A Brief History of the Mackeys of Indian Spring in America
The First Century


In 1799, 19 year old Thomas McKie and his 13 year old half-brother Michael
boarded a sailing vessel that would bring them to America. Thomas was
trying to leave the factory town that had claimed the life of his father
and threatened to consume his own. He knew there was more for him
far-a-field. His step-mother had pleaded with him to take his young brother
with him to the New World, so that he too may have a life with wide-open
possibilities.

It wasn't a burden to have the boy along, however. They had always been
close, and in the year before they left Scotland, they had begun to find
sexual release together. It was more one sided on the physical release, as
Thomas was the only one guaranteed a final liberation of fluid and feeling
with each attempt. But Michael achieved his own satisfaction in just making
his brother cum.

A month before he turned 13, Michael offered something that would guarantee
that his brother would bring him along to America. Thomas had no hope of
courting a girl and therefore starting a family, until he first left
Scotland, made it to America, and worked for a couple of years. Michael
offered him a release for his sexual energies, a release that would rival
whatever a girl could offer. That was when Thomas realized that a nice
tight, young boy's ass may be one of the greatest pleasures that could
possibly be known to man.

Though he still was interested in a woman for a relationship and looked
forward to the day he would have one wife and one love of his life, hardly
a day passed after the first night with Michael when he did not sink his
hard young mandick into the confines of that soft, but tight, boypussy.

Michael had not meant the giving of his ass to become a tradition, but it
was too tempting a piece of pleasure to let go easily.

After arriving to America, a clerk had written their names down as Thomas
and Michael Mackey, spelling more phonetically than even bothering to ask
what the real name was. Thomas got a job right off, and Michael worked as
well. The sex had died off some, though Thomas still enjoyed a piece of ass
at least twice a week, sometimes more.

It wasn't just Michael's ass that he enjoyed, either. During the voyage
over, the two boys had befriended a 14 year old English cabin boy, Jack
Corbin, who they convinced to join them once they landed.  (Interestingly,
the boy had been fucked as a younger lad by two of his older brothers, and
also had been fucked by the Ship's steward after he joined up as Cabin
Boy. He had very much wanted to try Michael's ass, but would not give
turnabout, as he was under the belief that it was a disgrace for an older
boy to be fucked by a younger boy. (Interestingly, though, he was more than
willing to let Thomas fuck him, if he in turn could be allowed to fuck
Michael).

And so for the first year and a half in America, Thomas would fuck Jack at
least once a week, and sometimes in unusual places as the horniness hit
him. He would fuck his little brother Michael more often, typically, but
only at home and at night. His relationship with Michael continued much
longer, up to the point in 1803 when Thomas met and married his New World
love. She gave birth to their first son, James, in 1805 and their second,
Alan, in 1808.

Michael was 22 when Alan was born and was considered a fairly eligible
bachelor in their working class neighborhood in Boston. He had worked hard
to Americanize his speech, as had his brother, and had studied on his own
to educate himself. He was now working as a clerk for Harvard University
and had had several illicit liaisons with both faculty and students. He, as
well, still had sex up to once or twice a month with James, usually when
the boy was drunk; but he had never classified himself as gay, not really
understanding there could fully and completely be such a thing.

Thomas assured him that it was just a phase and that he needed to
concentrate more on his future and begin to establish a family. Michael was
never fully committed, however, to the idea, and hated to give up what he
thought of as the more enjoyable aspects of life; but he endeavoured to fit
in the same as Thomas and James had. After several failed `romances', he
met and became betrothed to the younger sister of one of the divinity
students -- albeit a student with whom he had shared much passion.

He was married in 1814, a year before Thomas' third son Charles was
born. In 1816, Michael's wife gave birth to Gavin. Thomas' next and last
child Andrew came in 1817, followed by Michael's second son Oliver in
1818. James, as well, had settled down and had two children, a boy and a
girl.

All three of the men and their families lived side by side and did fairly
well for being on the margin of poor. Each worked very hard to support his
family, though Michael struggled often with wanting one at all. He loved
his kids, but not enough that he would do the same all over again, if he
could have had a different choice. His wife suffered being trapped in a
marriage with a husband, and though he was a good and kind man, she was
convinced he did not love her. She never understood his attachment to some
of his friends at the University, and deeper inside always felt that there
was something unnatural about it. She would never understand fully what
that was, however.







Thomas insisted all his children go to school until they were 12 years of
age, even up to 14 if they showed aptitude, and he realized that the
immigrant working class neighborhood in which they grew up was not as safe
in some aspects, but not as sterile or empty as that which he and Michael
had had in New Lanark. However, there were opportunities here in Boston,
and here in the New World in general. His two oldest sons took advantage of
the latter and became settlers in the West (Ohio River Valley).

He had had some trouble with his second son Alan, who in 1820, at the age
of 12, got one girl pregnant and almost got caught, several months after
that news, with another. The pregnancy fortunately did not take, but it
left a lot of fear in Thomas as to how close the family had come to a
ruination of their attempts to rise out of poverty. He had the boy
apprenticed to a cartwright west of the city.

Nine years later when his fourth son Andrew turned 12, Thomas began to
notice similar behaviours. His wife forbade another child being sent from
her house to apprentice, so Thomas turned to an older method.  He told his
brother Michael to send over his boys, and said that he was going to lay
down the law for all four. Michael sent his sons over and told them to do
exactly as their Uncle Thomas told them -- no arguing, or they too would be
apprenticed out in the country.

Thomas set down his youngest two sons, 14 year old Charles and 12 year old
Andrew, and Michael's two, 13 year old Gavin and 11 year old Oliver, and
explained to all four about the birds and bees and all about sex between
men and women. He talked to them about how easy it was to get a girl
pregnant and about how much damage that could do to them and their families
if they did it before they were ready to start a family.

"And I don' see how ye can be ready, afore ye got least 26 years under'ye."

However he also recognized that boys needed a sexual relief. He encouraged
them to masturbate regularly and assured them that things they heard about
it causing problems with their bodies were just `daft'. He even encouraged
them to have fun with each other, though he got a couple of grimaces with
that. Especially from Oliver.

Michael had told Thomas about Oliver being caught twice already trying to
play doctor with a girl, and once `acting suspiciously' with another girl
when an adult walked in on them. Michael also said Oliver was often
grabbing himself, and he believed that the boy, while still hairless,
probably masturbated more than his brother Gavin did. Gavin, however, was a
bit more uptight about those things and was more interested in establishing
a place for himself in the social hierarchy of the boys in the community,
though he lacked the ease and poise of his cousins, Charlie and Andrew.

So Thomas took a deep breath and told them of all the ways that boys could,
and sometimes did, have fun with each other. They just had to be sure that
no-one else found out, that they never forced anyone, and that they were
discreet. Otherwise whatever they did was fine. He even described both oral
and anal sex to the boys, smiling to himself as he watched their jaws drop.

"However, Ah dinnae expect ye tae do it on your own."  Thomas' Scottish
came back in spurts when he talked to his kids sometimes, though he had
tried hard to abandon the accent and blend in (and was known to take a belt
to the backside of his boys if they didn't try the same).  "So, I'm gaun
pick wan'ye tae be the bottom for the other three."

Their eyes went wide on hearing this. He could not be serious!!

But he was. But first he decided to demonstrate and asked 12 year old
Andrew to step forward, since he knew the boy had just bathed. He bent the
boy over his lap and threatened him with a real thrashing if he balked. He
then reached under the boy and undid his britches, feeling the lads hard
one with the back of the hand. He slid the boy's pants and underwear down
and told the other three to come up and take a look and get a good
feel. They were reluctant at first, but very soon were quite enjoying
themselves.

He then parted Andrew's cheeks so the boys could get a good glimpse at just
how wonderful a thing a boy's anus could be. Thankfully he was clean back
there too, and Gavin even traced a finger over the dimpled anal muscle,
causing a jump and sharp intake of breath from Andrew and laughter from the
other boys.  Andrew tried protesting, but the fear of a thrashing and the
embarrassment from this bizarre turn of events had left him speechless. He
could only gasp and cry out when his dad had each boy grease up a finger
and try him out.

Thomas kept telling the boys to see how tight that felt and to imagine how
it would feel on their dicks, to imagine the squeezing down, the heat, the
depths they could plunge, and all without having to worry about getting a
girl pregnant, getting beat up by a girl's brothers/cousins/boyfriend, and
or having to sneak around. He also told them to notice that as they did it
a bit more, it wasn't even hurting Andrew; he had quit crying out and was
even squirming because he enjoyed it some.

It wasn't exactly true. Andrew had realized that he had quit crying out --
though yes, it hadn't hurt as much later as it had initially with each
boy. Oliver's hurt the worst, because he was just jabbing Andrew. Andrew
was trying to be stoic; he didn't know that it was going to be
misinterpreted as an invitation. And the squirming was really because it
just felt damn weird. And wrong somehow.

His father kept him bent over his lap the whole time he finished his talk
with the boys. He gave Andrews bottom a couple of playful and gentle slaps
before just massaging and squeezing it in general. It really was a nice
ass. Unfortunately this position just kept Andrew all the more embarrassed;
and that made his dick all the harder, which in turn just made him more
embarrassed.

Finally his dad said it was time to choose the bottom.

"It's not going to be Andrew?"  14 yo Charlie asked.

"Nae, yer brother's nae fit tae be a bottom."

Thomas went on to explain that the only way to really control Andrew's
hormones was to make him a top and give him unlimited access to one or more
bottoms. From personal prejudice, Thomas felt the ideal age of a bottom
should be about 12, maybe 13, (that being the age of Michael when Thomas
first felt the rush of fucking boypussy. So he thought maybe Gavin would be
perfect for it. Then again Oliver would be a more effective bottom
longer. So in the end, he let Andrew back up and told the boys that he
would let the four of them vote on whether it would be Gavin or Oliver; and
he would bind all four to the final decision.

In the end, Oliver was chosen, though they had to cast votes five times, as
Andrew and Charlie kept splitting their vote. After the vote, Thomas had
Oliver bend over, taught Andrew the proper way to finger the boy's bottom
and then let Andrew be the first, marveling as his youngest son's 3.5 inch
dick opened up and disappeared into his 11 year old cousin's ass.

Oliver rapidly, though not exactly willingly, assumed his role as the
bottom for the other three boys, sometimes getting fucked 2-3 times a day
that first year. He was trained the next week on the proper way to give
fellatio, much to the joy again of the three boys. By far and away,
however, no one used him as much as Andrew. Several months later, Jack
Corbin's oldest son, Edmund, who had just turned 12, was invited to join
use of Oliver's now quite talented (and still reluctant) hole.

However, Edmund, a rambunctious kid at best, had decided after a few
spectacular goes in Oliver's ass that what he really wanted was to fuck the
now 13 year old Gavin. He caught the boy unawares one day when out in the
country swimming in a creek along his mother's family's property. No one
else was around and Edmund pinned the boy to the ground. He told Gavin how
he was going to get up a whole group of boys and tell them what he was
doing to his brother. He could see right away that this had frightened
Gavin. He pressed the advantage and agreed that he would say nothing if
Gavin got on his hands and knees and asked Edmund to put his boyhood up his
butt. Gavin was ashamed, but relented, surprised at the end when he
actually felt spurts come out of the hairless boy and go in his ass.

Charlie and Andrew later confronted Edmond and told him he was wrong to do
it. However, ever the horny kid, Andrew decided that since Gavin agreed to
it and did not do what he was supposed to by telling the others, then they
should let it stand. Charlie agreed to this as well, though he did not know
what all else Andrew had in mind.

"Also, since Edmund was the first to get his cum up your ass, then he
should get to own your ass or something, for like a year."

Gavin and Charlie both protested this, so Andrew amended it and said
whenever they were in a group, Edmund had the right to ask for his ass, and
the group would vote on it. Charlie relented on this, mainly because he
knew that if he didn't give Andrew something the boy's imagination wouldn't
quit coming up with scenarios. To seal the deal, they made Gavin take it up
the butt right then, making Edmund very happy -- even more so since he had
an audience.

Before the year was out, Edmund deposited cum in Gavin's ass more than two
dozen times, always in front of one or more of the others. Andrew's dick
got a chance to feel out the older boy's ass probably eight or nine times,
and Charlie, who despite his second reservations, had originally wanted
Gavin to be the bottom and now managed to fuck the poor boy over forty
times without the others knowing. However, they all decided that he
wouldn't be an `official' bottom.

All of this soured Gavin's perspective on what was right and wrong with the
whole top and bottom thing, and while he continued to enjoy using his
little brother's ass for fun, he slowly let it leak out that his brother
would take any boy up the ass, or give them amazing head. At first Oliver
complied with the few extra boys just to keep them quiet, but by the time
he was 13, it was well known around the neighborhood that Oliver's ass was
available for sloppy seconds.

This was considered something of a failure by all -- by Thomas AND his
boys. Thomas made the cryptic remark that next time they would do a better
and more controlled job of it; though no one was sure if even Thomas knew
what the remark meant.

At any rate, it was about this time that 26 year old James, Thomas' oldest
son, was becoming well established in a fur trade firm in Ohio. He wrote
his father and younger brother the following year that due to the loss of
men in the cholera outbreak and the Black Hawk war, there was an even
greater need for able bodied men in the Ohio Valley.

At this time, the recent immigration of the Irish into Boston was producing
a backlash against Thomas and his family, no one bothering with the
distinction between Irish and Scottish. The streets were becoming rougher
as well, and Thomas had felt there may be more opportunities for his boys
further west. The family packed up to go. Oliver asked to join his Uncle
Thomas as he could no longer stand the situation that Gavin had created for
him, and in the summer of 1832, Thomas and the three boys left for Ohio. 24
year old Alan accompanied them along the way, but after a week or so, he
continued further to St. Louis and beyond.

Jack Corbin stayed in Boston, as over thirty years ago he had, at the age
of 15, apprenticed himself to a grocer who had no offspring, and Jack was
set to one day soon take over the business. Michael Mackey did not believe
he could ever live outside a large and educated city, and said a sorrowful
goodbye to his brother. It was the first time in his entire life that he
had ever been more than a few miles away from Thomas. His other son, 16
year old Gavin, decided to remain with his mother (and father).

Thomas and his three sons and nephew made a new home for themselves and
prospered. After several years, Charles decided to set out West, find his
brother Alan, and see what life he could make for himself. He was 20 years
old, a man of his own, and was almost joined by Andrew, except for the fact
that Andrew had met a girl. Within a year, the two had eloped, even beating
out James to the altar. Andrew lived for a year with his in-laws, but
returned home again when he heard his family was set to move one last time.

James met and married Elizabeth Sanders who told him of new land, just
north of a growing city; it was formerly Indian land and theirs for the
taking. Her father and brothers, as well as cousins, had already staked out
their plots. James decided to join them. Thomas and his son Andrew,
Andrew's wife, and Thomas' nephew, Oliver, then 19 years old himself, all
moved and claimed their land along the Crazy Indian, which was the White
man's name for the creek that flowed from underground springs north of the
town and fort.

Andrew sent word to his childhood friend, Edmund Corbin, and told him to
come down and join them. He did so, bringing his fiancé, Martha Havers and
her father and 14 yo little brother, Tyler, along with him. They all set
about bringing forth families to inherit the earth.









James was the first to have children and welcomed James, Jr. to the world
in 1840. His second son, Robert, came next and was born within one week of
Andrew's first child, a boy named David, who was followed the next year by
a sister named Charlotte. Edmund was married the year before and wasted no
time having his own son. Oliver met a girl whose dad was a military officer
stationed nearby. They had three sons and two daughters, eventually, years
later, displacing some of the Sanders clan who headed to Oregon for
opportunities there. And so it went with the extended Mackey clan as they
established their dominion over Indian Spring.

James, Jr. and Robert, having overheard stories that their Uncle Andrew
would tell when he and James would get drunk off their homemade whisky,
decided to continue with a family tradition. In 1853, when James, Jr. was
13 and his brother Robert was 12, they met up with two of their cousins, 14
yo Jackson Sanders and 13 yo Quentin Sanders and another friend, Edmund
Corbin's 12 yo son Alexander. The five of them decided that they could use
a bottom boy to have fun with. They had each never tried anything but their
own hands, but just the sound of what an asshole could feel like squeezing
on their dicks as they fucked in and out of a nice soft bottom got every
one of them hard as a rock.

"So who are we gonna get to be our butt boy?"

"Yeah, and are we gonna get to fuck him whenever? Or take turns, or what?"

"Well, we'll come up with some rules."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, we'll come up with some."

"Well who we gonna get?"

"Yeah, whoever it's gonna be will tell their dad, and their dad'll whip our
butts."

"I don't know, might be worth it. A butt whooping for getting to fuck some
pussy."

"It's not pussy, dumbass; it's ass."

"It's the same thing! We aint ginna get anything better! Not for a few
years, least."

"Yeah, but you still gonna have somebody's dad real pissed off."

"That's why we pick somebody whose dad don't have the right to get pissed
off," James Jr. said, smiling.  "Uncle Andrew don't have any right to get
mad, after what all he done when he was a kid, at least from what me and
Robbie heard."

"We should make it look like we didn't pick the bottom right off, though,"
Jackson said.

"How?"

"Well," Quentin added, "We could pretend that we're considering every boy
that's 12, and we're gonna pick the best ass."

"What?"  12 year old Robbie jumped up, "No way. I aint a doing it, and I
aint gonna let you `pretend' to think about picking me!"

"Yeah, no way," seconded 12 year old Alex, Edmund's son.

"No, Robbie, wait; he's got a point," James, Jr spoke up, "Besides you
remember hearing what Uncle Andrew said about Grandpa Thomas when he
started it? How he was sayin' 12 years old is the best time to start fuckin
another boy. So, cant none of'em complain if we do it that way. And just
so's everbody knows, wont nobody be pickin my little brother for this."

"Relax; it'll just be for pretend."

Finally all the boys agreed, and the five boys plus David all met down at
the creek the next day, with Robbie and Quentin playing dumb. The three
older boys laid it all out, how great it was going to feel, how they were
going to keep it in the family, and what they expected of the bottom
boy. David's mouth dropped as they went through this; he wanted to jump up
and say they were all crazy. Things were supposed to come out of the butt,
not go in it, especially not other boys things. The only part that kept him
from yelling this out, however, was that the other boys weren't really
reacting as bad. David didn't want to look like a pussy. And he didn't want
to single himself out as the obvious choice.

So when the older boys all asked if the three 12 year olds understood and
agreed to be inspected, David reluctantly agreed when the other two did.

"Once you agree," Jackson said with authority in his voice, "There's no
backing out!"

The three boys all nodded once again (David's was delayed; he was first
waiting to see the response of the other two.) Jackson then told the boy's
to strip off and bend over and that the three older boys were going to pick
the best ass.

"Actually," Quentin corrected him, as they reviewed the three upturned
asses, easily the best feature of each of the three boys, "We'll be picking
the best pussy."

"Right, that's what I meant, the best pussy."

Jackson, Quentin, and James, Jr. made a show of looking, feeling, and
opening up the cheeks to get a better look at the boys' holes. When Jackson
did this with Alex, his breath was taken away. Not only did the kid have a
better ass than the other two, but that hole was incredible. Jackson could
fuck this the rest of his life. He motioned to the other two to check out
Alex's ass.

`WOW!' Quentin mouthed when he opened up those cheeks further. His pants
had an oh-so-obvious tent in them, and he was definitely on board with
Jackson on this. He raised his eyebrows to James, Jr. in a conspiratorial
manner. They just HAD to change their minds on this. But James, Jr shook
his head no and pointed to David's butt.

Now David's bottom was hardly piss poor; it's just that no-one had been
expecting Alex to have such an amazing bottom. Quentin and Jackson both
pointed to the boy's bum and mouthed `LOOK!'

James, Jr. still shook his head and mouthed the words `DAD!" while
continuing to point at David's ass. The other two gave in, though they
didn't look happy about it.

"All right," Jackson said aloud so that the three boys bent over exposing
their rears could hear.  "We will choose our favorite by voting. We will
each vote by slapping the ass of the boy we want to fuck. I'll start."

Jackson walked up behind David and put one hand on his back. As soon as he
did David began talking within his head `No, no, no ,no, not me, not me,
don't slap my butt, not me, especially not first, I don't want to be
slapped first.'  While this litany was ongoing in his head, he felt the
sting of Jackson's other hand as he ass was loudly slapped.

"Ow!"  he cried out as he lurched forward. The other two boys looked at
each other across either side of David. They felt sorry for David getting
that first slap, though they each were thinking the same thing -- the older
boys better damn well keep their promise.

That's when Alex got the surprise of his life as he felt Quentin Sanders
hand come down and slap the milky white cheeks of his perfect ass. Alex's
eyes went wide. He had agreed to pretense! Now what? What if James,
Jr. slapped his ass too? He would be stuck. The boy kept his reddening ass
upturned, but his whole body show signs of fear and embarrassment now. He
felt like he was going to pee on himself.

Behind the presented plump rump, Quentin was making begging motions to
James, Jr. to be the second slap Alex's ass. Jackson was trying not to
laugh. David was partially relieved the second slap had been on Alex's ass,
but was still scared of where that third slap was going. He listened
carefully and heard James, Jr. approach.

Wait -- who was he standing behind? Did it sound like he was standing
behind David? Maybe it was one of the other boys. Oh please let it be one
of the other boys. He remembered that he could just look between his legs,
as he was already bent over, to see where James, Jr. was standing. He did
and saw that the boy was standing right between himself and Alex. David was
desperately trying to recall if the older boy was Left or Right handed,
when all of a sudden:

"SMACCKK"

The sound and force of the stinging slap hit him all at once, and David
thought he might faint with the realization that he had been smacked
twice. That meant majority vote had picked him as the bottom. He distantly
heard some boys whooping it up behind him, and he felt a pair of hands
opening up his cheeks. He felt cool air blow into the valley of his crack
and tingle across his exposed hole. David shivered, knowing that very soon
he would feel the dickhead of another boy in that very same spot, just
before it pushed against him, opened him up, and slid all the way into his
butt. Yes, now was a good time to faint.

Next to him, however, Alex Corbin thought that he might faint just from not
receiving the second slap. He couldn't remember a time where he had been
more nervous or more worried. He was too flustered to even be angry with
Quentin. All in all, though, the act was well played, and David had been
completely taken in. He believed that it had been a more or less fair
process and was really more afraid to balk than just go through with it.

And so, not ten minutes later, David Mackey cried out as his asshole opened
around Quentin Sanders' 13 yo cock and gripped it tight, even as the whole
length was slowly slipped in to the point when he soon felt the boy's pubic
hairs on his bottom, and the tip of a steel bar pressing up against the
side of his rectum. And then . . . he got fucked.

By the end of the week, all five boys had been in David's ass at least
twice, and he was becoming well acquainted with the feel of fresh cum in
his rectum. The next week the boys started teaching him how to give blow
jobs. They weren't sure whether that should be part of the experience or
not, but they liked it.

"Well let's say then, any boy turned to a bottom for all of us has to give
blow jobs, too. But if you just fuck a guy, then he's just yours, and you
only get his ass when you want it, not necessarily his mouth. How's that
sound?"  Jackson asked

The boys had heard a bit more about how Gavin Mackey had gotten himself
`knocked up' with Alex's dad's cum so to speak, and got made partial
property of Edmund (Edmund had found out early on about the boys'
activities, congratulated them, and filled them in on a few details, much
to Oliver's chagrin). So the boys decided that any boy that did that on his
own (meaning not an `official' bottom boy) should owe something to the
first guy that did him. And so a few rules were born to govern future
activities.

Andrew was not happy with what they did to David, but even Grandpa Thomas
stepped in and agreed that Andrew had no right to complain, given how much
he had enjoyed both Oliver and Gavin. Eventually all the parents decided
that this kept their kids out of trouble, and they gave it a reluctant
blessing. David was basically told by his dad that he would just have to
suck it up, quite literally, actually, and bear it until he was older.

Ten years later, in 1863, David was shot and killed by two simultaneous
bullets in the Battle of Alder's Bridge during the American Civil War. He
fell right beside his cousin Robbie. The shock of seeing David die right
next to him, his beloved cousin, completely immobilized Robbie, and this
was perhaps the only thing that saved his life that day. He leaned in,
unaware of everything else around him and rested his head against David's
slumped body. A long time later, he reached around, held the body and
wept. It was this scene that opposing soldiers found when they came around
to make sure the dead were really dead, They were so moved that they walked
on past and let the cousins be.

David wasn't even supposed to be there that day. His company had pulled
out, but he ran into his cousins, James, Jr. and Robert, who had found out
that their 17 year old little brother had left home and joined up to fight
like his brothers. It was James and Robert's intention to go into the
battle and pull their little brother out and send him packing for
home. David got leave form his unit commander to return to the battlefield
and help his `little brother'. The three young men found Colton and got him
out, just before his company was overrun, with every man killed. David and
Robbie had taken up positions of defense to give James, Jr. cover to get
Colton out of the area.

It was nightfall when James, Jr. and Colton made it back to Robbie, the
opposing army having long since moved on. The three brothers buried their
cousin and looked around at the death surrounding them. Everyone was
dead. Those left for dead were made sure to be dead before the army moved
on. Only Robbie was left alive. The brothers figured they had had enough of
war. If they were meant to be dead, then so be it. They were dead. They
turned to the woods to seek a path to the road home.

They had not gone far when they came upon an encampment of their own
side. The sentries had been shot, and some of the supplies raided, but no
one else was around. It wouldn't be long before troops of one side or
another returned, and it wouldn't do to be found there by either
army. Before leaving they sifted through the burnt remains of one of the
wagons. There was a box beneath, slightly charred, but otherwise in good
condition. James, Jr. opened up the box to see nearly 70 pounds of gold
pieces.

The three brothers looked at each other. They weren't thieves. But then
. . . . they weren't deserters either. Can dead men really be thieves?
James, Jr. put a hand to the leather strap at one side of the box.

"James . . . ."  Robbie said, with a cautious admonition.

"For David," was all his brother said.

Robbie and James, Jr. stared at each other for a few moments before Robbie
nodded, put his hand to the other strap and said, "For David."

Colton followed his two brothers without a word as they disappeared into
the woods, carrying the box between them.






James, Jr. returned home two months later with both of his brothers, he
hugged his wife and his two year old son, James III, and never wanted to
leave home again. The brothers split the gold three ways and agreed to bury
it for at least ten years, and then just laid low until the end of the
war. It was several years before any of them had more kids. Colton and
Robbie were first with their firstborns, both daughters. Several months
after Robbie's daughter Joanne was born, James Jr. had another son. He
named him David.

Robbie was never the same after the war, though none of them really were;
but Robbie stayed on his land with no intention of ever leaving it. He
became a Master of the moonshine still, but secluded, increasingly so, from
even his own children. He never dug up his gold. Never told anybody where
he buried it either.

In 1873, after the birth of his son Douglas, Colton and James, Jr. went
into town to feel out the best way to cash in or bank the Civil War
gold. They had thought about melting it down, but they were worried that
that might raise suspicion as well. On asking around they heard of another
shipment of gold, this one heading down to New Orleans, early the next
year. It was Reconstruction gold, only instead of being poured into the
local economy, it was being rerouted for carpetbagger fat cats. James,
Jr. and Colton looked at each other and both were thinking the same thing:
`Well, it's not their gold to start with. It's not theft if it doesn't
belong to the person.'

And after all, Indian Spring was considered local economy to the Mackeys.

No one knows exactly at what point the gold shipment disappeared. At some
junction it was switched with lead weights, but not knowing at what
junction left a very wide net to cast for possible suspects. The Mackey
brothers decided that it would be best to leave the Civil War gold buried
for another ten years. As for the Reconstruction gold, it was buried
offsite, far offsite, as a precaution to being searched on their return
home. They were never stopped or searched, as the exchange wasn't
discovered until much farther down the line than they had expected it might
be. But they left it buried and waited out four more years.

In 1878, Colton and James, Jr. left to retrieve the 2800 pieces of gold
Double Eagles from their hidden cache. It was all there, untouched. The
plan was for Colton to head to New Orleans and inquire on an investment
into a local brewery. Meanwhile, James, Jr. was to return with the gold to
Indian Spring, a potentially treacherous journey by himself, but they hid
the gold within false compartments in the wagon. James Jr. would hold it
there until Colton returned and they could decide on an investment. They
had already decided to include Robert in the investment title, hermit or
not.

Colton was late in returning, and it took about a month of worrying to
receive word back. There was an epidemic of Yellow Fever in the Crescent
City. Colton Mackey was dead. James Jr. had lost his little brother.







James had gone out the next day and buried the Reconstruction gold. All of
it, all 2800 pieces. Everyone else was at Colton's house, consoling his
widow and kids. James, Jr. just wanted to get rid of the gold. He never
wanted to see it again. He never wanted anybody else to see. Not to see it,
not to touch it, not to disturb what to him was the last memory of his
beloved Little Brother. He had lost so damn much to this conflict. His
cousin David was dead. His brother Robert was broken. His little brother
Colton, also dead, seemingly from the curse of the gold associated with the
last remnants of the Great War. It didn't seem coincidentally to James,
Jr. that the death was from `Yellow' Fever.

James, Jr. was becoming lost in his own thoughts. His 17 year old namesake,
James III, was becoming a man, and was already beginning to court a
girl. He didn't notice his dad's slow slip from reality, not for several
years, at least. There were days when James, Jr. was having a hard time
distinguishing his son David from the cousin David he had grown up with. He
had for many years now felt increasingly guilty for choosing David in that
mock ceremony that turned him to a bottom.

In fact, the year after Colton's death, several older boys rounded up James
Jr.'s now 12 year old son David, along with Tyler Haver's 12 year old
grandson, Landon; one of the remaining Sanders' boys; and Curtis Corbin,
Alex's son, and made them all bend over and show their asses for
inspection. Each boy had known it was coming for some time. They had been
dreading it, but by this point the tradition was fairly set, though it did
not occur but every five years or so, sometimes more often, sometimes
less. This was just an unlucky year for them.

All the parents by this point had accepted that it occurred though not many
would actively discuss it. Every boy knew, however, that he would get no
sympathy if he was chosen, as it could just as easily be any boy to be
chosen. James, Jr. was out taking a walk in the field this day, and by
happenstance headed down to the same place creekside where the boys
were. The boys were living in 1879, but James, Jr.s mind was unfortunately
in 1853, and when he saw his son David down by the creek, bent over with
his ass upturned, being felt and examined by several older boys, he thought
it was his cousin David, and the older boys were himself, Quentin, and
Jackson, tricking the poor boy all over again, He couldn't put David
through that again, he couldn't let himself do that. He had to punish
himself for what he did to David, to Robert, to Colton.

The older boys were not sure what had happened. One moment they were about
to begin the now time-honored tradition of choosing a bottom for
themselves, and the next moment David's dad was crashing through the
underbrush, screaming at the top of his lungs that he won't do it again, he
won't let it happen again, and started beating the boys with wild swings of
his walking stick, confusing two of the boys even further by calling them
Jackson and Quentin as he beat them.

He looked at bent-over Landon with eyes like a mad man, which, of course,
he was, and called the frightened boy Robbie, and told him to go home
immediately. He then turned to Curtis Corbin, also bent over and thinking
he might crap himself any minute, and shouted at that boy next.

"It was supposed to be YOU, Alex!! It was supposed to be YOU!!!!. I should
have slapped your ass!! I shoulda done it!!!! It should've been you!!!"

"Dad!! Dad!!"

David was thinking his dad had gone crazy. When the man grabbed him and
hugged him, crying profusely saying he was so sorry, he would never let
anyone hurt him again, David knew his dad had lost it. Even though he was
calling him David, David didn't believe that his dad really knew who he
was.

James, Jr. grabbed his son by the arms and pushed him back suddenly,
wide-eyed with terror.  "We have to save Colton, David! You have to help us
save Colton!! Please, will you help us save him?"

David finally clued in and had the weird suspicion that his dad thought he
was talking to the first David. He couldn't account for it, but whatever
the cause or reason, he had to get his dad back home.

"Sure, dad, we'll go help Uncle Colton,"

"NO!! Your cousin. David, your cousin Colton. Don't you remember my little
brother!!!??"

"Yes, yes, I remember. I'll help you. Come with me, and I'll help you."

The terrified older boys had scrambled across the creek and were hiding in
the brush, nursing bruises, limps, and one boy some probable cracked
ribs. They came out after David led his father away and gingerly made their
way back across the creek to where Curtis Corbin remained dazed and
standing there in shock, his pants and underwear still bunched at his
ankles, the strong smell of urine on him, his clothes, and the ground below
his totally deflated cock.

"Uh . . . ."  Andrew's grandson, 13 1/2 year old Garrett Mackey, started,
holding his left arm straight, nursing a wound there with his right hand,
"so you're the only one left."

Curtis just nodded, still too much in shock to speak.

"So I guess, um, well, we'll just pick you. Is that all right with you
guys?"

The other older boys nodded or mumbled their assent. In truth, they didn't
care; so long as it wasn't David and they could get the hell out of there,
Garrett could pick whoever he wanted.

"So, um, Curtis, just, uh, come by my house tomorrow, and, uh, I'll just
put my cum up in your butt then."

He didn't wait for a response from the kid but just started back home,
dazed and bruised the same as the other three older boys.

Curtis looked down at his urine stained pants at his ankles.  `Shit, this
sucks. And now I'm a bottom, too.'

Later that afternoon, Jackson Sanders and his brother Paul stopped by James
Jr.'s house and found him sitting in a rocker on his front porch, slowly
rocking and not looking at anything in particular.

"James," Jackson started, "We came by to talk to you about what happened
this morning down at the creek."

There was no response. James, Jr. kept rocking.

"James, you beat my nephew with a stick, you may have cracked his ribs. He
said you were calling him by my name."

David had come out on the porch at that point, carrying a tray with some
lemonade, freshly squeezed from the lemon tree in their back yard..

"Do you remember any of that, James?"

Only now did James, Jr. regard the two men.

"They broke Robbie, Jackson," he said before staring back off into the
yard.  "They broke my brother."

The men looked up at David as if he could help in some way, but the boy
just shrugged. He sat the tray down on a side table and asked his dad if he
was thirsty.

"I brought you some lemonade dad, do want some?"

But James, Jr. just continued rocking, staring off into the distance.

Later some of the men in the community convinced Robert to go around to see
his brother, but all he did was just occupy the next rocker.

Some days were better than others, but with Colton dead, Robert detached,
and James, Jr. going insane, that whole generation of James Mackey's
grandchildren became virtually fatherless. Fortunately the community of the
Mackey and related families was strong, and all of the grandchildren still
had their mothers. When David turned 14, he put in his own brother's name,
Thom, as the next community bottom. He had forewarned Thom almost a year
before, telling him that every family had to sacrifice at some point and
that Curtis really wasn't chosen very fairly. Thom didn't buy the argument,
but his dad wasn't mentally with-it enough for an appeal, and James III was
too preoccupied with his new bride.

It was one of Oliver Mackey's grandchildren that first loaded Thom's ass,
but Robert, Jr. who was a year younger, spent the most time inside Thom's
butt. Neither Thom or Robert were gay, but they were extremely close as
cousins. There were times when Robert Jr.'s dick practically lived inside
of Thom.

Four years later Curtis Corbin's younger brother Christopher turned
Colton's only son Douglas and then offered him up as a community
bottom. More than a few people were unhappy about this, but Douglas was
strangely OK with it. In some odd sense it gave him a feeling of belonging
that he had lost after his dad died. In later years, Christopher's interest
turned more sharply to Douglas' older sister Katherine, eventually marrying
her.

For his part, Curtis greatly appreciated the gesture that David had made in
putting his own bother forward as a bottom. He and David became better
friends and agreed that there should be clearer rules to the things done in
their community. David's second born son even married the firstborn child
of Curtis.

When the two became older and more established as family men and
responsible men of the community they began to discuss protective measures
for the community as a whole, including a more cohesive response to outside
State and other pressures.

"There's this new guy, settled in up near the Spring itself."  Curtis said
as they sat out on the porch one day, watching David's first grandson take
his first few steps.

"Ah, yup, know `bout'm, last name's Tucker. Met him last month."

"Well, he's supposed got a few ideas on how we can take on some of the
timber company projects `round here. We should talk to`im."







David's marriage was something of a shotgun marriage, as it happened when
he was 18, six months before his first child was born, and that wasn't even
the first scare by a long shot. He dodged his first bullet just barely
after turning 15. One of the key ideas in having the bottoms available was
to prevent unbridled horniness that could lead to disastrous situations
like getting a girl pregnant when you were only 14. The problem for David
was that the only bottoms around were his best friend Curtis, his little
brother Thom, and his little cousin Douglas, the only son of his beloved
and dead Uncle Colton; and he couldn't bring himself to fuck any of them.

And, he really did like the girls. He just liked too many of them and a
little too much of them. Once he was married, however, he was the foreman
of a baby factory, helping his wife turn out 7 sons and one daughter. His
dad never fully regained his sanity, though he did have a period of
relative clarity when his grandsons James IV (to James III) and Horace (to
David) were born, though it only lasted a few years. Toward the end of his
life, the decline in his mental function was rapid.

One year before his death, in 1899, he was on the front porch of his house,
his wife collecting apples with her daughter-in-law to make homemade
pie. He was alone at the house with only his three oldest grandsons by
David: Horace (13 yo); Cleveland (9 yo); and Percival (8 yo). Clarence and
Jeremiah were with their grandmom and their mama, who at the time was
pregnant with Amos. James, Jr. was in one of his spells where he was back
in time, and back in an alternate past, at that.

He was confusing his grandsons with his two brothers and his cousin David,
and he began to tell them about the gold robbery that he and Colton had
done. And he told them in meticulous detail, even down to where the gold
was hidden. In this history, though, Colton had not yet gone to New
Orleans, and he proceeded to give Percival, who he perceived as Colton,
detailed instructions on what to do and who to see in New Orleans. Percival
at first started to giggle, but his brother Horace had a very serious
expression on his face and shook his head no. Percival took it much more
serious after that.

After giving Percival/Colton his New Orleans instructions he was again out
of it and continued to rock in the chair, staring off in the distance.

"Tell no one of this," Horace warned his brothers.  "Ever. And I mean
absolutely no-one, not even each other."

And so the brothers did not speak of it again for a long while, even after
their grandpa's funeral the next year. It wasn't until six years later that
they even spoke of it with each. At that point the time had come to look
for the treasure, and sure enough, they found it. The Civil War treasure
was rumored (correctly in this case) to have been found and moved by James
III. But what they had found was the Reconstruction gold. Over 2800 Double
Eagle Gold coins, all mint condition and stamped 1873. It was a beautiful
site; except 20 year old Horace closed it back up. He told his brothers, 16
year old Cleveland, and 15 year old Percival to forget they ever saw it, at
least for the time being.

Horace went on to tell them that there were amazing investment
opportunities everywhere at the turn of the century, and they would invest
the money on behalf of all their brothers and sisters; he just needed some
time to find the right investment.

"I'm going away for a couple of work opportunities, some chances to make
some real money, and when I return, I will add what I made to the gold here
and invest it all for our family."

Horace went away for work and found his way down to Panama in 1910, working
on the Canal. He died there, and even his body remained there. After an
adequate period of mourning, Cleveland, now 20 years old, discussed with
Percival the need to move the treasure. After all, Horace had been talking
about sharing the money - sharing with everybody; there was no telling who
all he had told. Cleveland convinced Percival that while it looked like a
lot, there wasn't enough there for everybody. It would be better if the
treasure was just shared between the two of them. They discussed it back
and forth how best to do it.

So one night in 1911, when Cleveland was 21 and Percival was 20, the two
young men snuck out of the family house to move the treasure. Cleveland was
insistent on it being a secret that only the two of them would share. It
was easy to imagine the two of them keeping such a secret, as Cleveland and
Percival were closer to each other than anyone else. What they didn't know
was that their 8 year old sister Beth Ann had also snuck out of the house
and watched them retrieve the treasure, and also watched them bury it in a
new place, all under the light of a full moon.

While the boys were digging the hole in which they were going to place the
gold, Percival took a break and leaned on his shovel. He looked back over
at the treeline and saw his little sister slip back behind a tree, hoping
she wasn't seen. When she peeked back around the tree, Percival was staring
straight at her. She was worried, but Percival smiled and raised his finger
to his lips. She understood.

"Are you gonna help me dig or not, Percy?"  His brother asked.

"Sure, Cleve, just taking a break."

"Well, hurry up and finish, then. When we get done with everything, wont
nobody even think to look for it here. Then we can come back in 10 or 15
years and dig it up and start to use it."

The boys finished burying the gold and smoothed the dirt over on top, but
they didn't try to hide it. Instead they went back in the house for a few
hours sleep and came back out again at first light. They hitched a mule up
to a barrow full of rocks that they had collected from the creek a few days
back. Everyone wondered why, but the boys wouldn't say. When others in the
house began to stir, several of the boys came around to see where they had
taken the mule.

Cleveland and Percival's younger brothers, Clarence (16), Jeremiah (15),
and Amos (12), showed up, along with Jamie Corbin, who also 12 and was
their mother's nephew.  The boys saw that the prepared dirt ground was
covered carefully with river rock in a 5x5 foot area and their older
brothers were busy framing it in at the sides.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Dad said he was wantin' to put a larger still out here. We figured if we
built the shed he wants to go with it, then he'll let us run the
still. Then we just plant some trees around here, make a blind, then it's
all set."  Percival explained.

"Well, I make better shine than both you; maybe he'd want me runnin' it. "

"Well, if you quit fuckin Jeremiah long enough to do some real work, mebbe
he would."

Clarence just flipped-off his brother Cleveland and ignored Percival's
laugh.

"So what are you boys doing?"  Percival asked.

Clarence pushed Amos and Jamie forward.  "We're taking our little brother
and cousin here down to the creek, over by Old Knot, where Andrew's house
was. It's time for the ceremony; there's gonna be some new ass to pass
around in Indian Spring tonight."

All the older boys laughed, and Percival asked who else was in the
ceremony.

"Just these two and Jimmie's little brother Caleb."

"A Mackey, a Corbin, and a Sanders. That's going to make a nice
ceremony. Be a lot of fun -- good suspense."  Cleveland joked.

"You guys should come watch," Clarence said.

"Nah," Percival answered.  "We have to finish this shed. Got any idea who
it might be?"

"No idea at all," Clarence said, all the while he and Jeremiah were both
standing behind their little brother pointing down at him.

Percival and Cleveland just looked at each other and smiled and shook their
heads.

"Well where's Abner?"

"He didn't want to watch. He wasn't happy we were taking Amos."

"Come here, Amos."  Percival called, "Now undo those overalls . . . . quit
arguin' with me boy. I know you aint got what all on under there!."

Amos did as he was told, but caught the front of them so they didn't just
fall to the ground. Percival pulled the back away to look down at his
little brother's naked ass.

"DAMN!! . . . . " Percival exclaimed. He hadn't seen his little brother in
anything but coveralls in a long time.  "Lor'mighty . . . . . that's nice."

Cleveland stepped up and looked over his shoulder.  "Wheew!!"  The two
oldest brothers looked at each other amazed. All of a sudden either would
have given anything to be 13 again.

"Well, uh . . . . ."  Percival was a bit stunned for words, but he started
doing up Amos' coveralls himself, "You boys have fun then. Um, Amos, don't
you be embarrassin' the family and go an throw a fit or nothin' if you get
picked."

"I ain't gonna cry," the kid said, angry that they would insinuate he
would.  "And I aint gonna be picked neither. It's a Corbin's turn anyhow."

"Well, that aint how it works."  Percival said, still a bit stunned, and
hoping the other boys didn't notice he was hard as a rock.  "You just, uh,
show'em you can, uh . . . take it like . . .uh . . . uh . . .a boy."

Their brothers left off for Old Knot and Cleveland called out after
Clarence.  "You just be sure you don't go sampling the boy that gets
picked. You're too old now. You stick to fuckin' Jeremiah's ass. He's still
got five months left in his sentence."

This time it was Jeremiah who flipped-off Cleveland. He always did his
duty, but never got used to being reminded of it.

Jeremiah and Clarence's story was a bit more colorful than poor Amos'
foregone conclusion. Clarence was only 10 months older than Jeremiah, so
they had both been 12 at the same time for almost two months. When it had
been just one week away from the choosing, and the two brothers, along with
two other boys, were all going to be baring their butts to any boy in the
Mackey/Corbin/Sanders clan that wanted to watch, they searched desperately
for a way out..

There weren't a lot of Corbin's and Sanders' left anymore, as the Sanders
generally gave birth to more girls, and most of their boys left for the
city. The Corbins, in general, just didn't have that many kids. But that
wasn't the point. The point was that both the brothers knew that either
could be chosen to be a bottom for the whole community, Mackey, Corbin,
and/or Sanders -- well, all the boys between 11 and 15 that could cum --
and that the whole community now got to watch the selection. They needed a
way to mitigate both of those.

"I got an ideuh."  Clarence said.

He reckoned that if one of them volunteered to bottom for the other, then
they could use that as an arguing point to not have to be in the selection
line up. Cause if the other boys left them out, then they could still pick
one of the other 12 year olds, and then there would also be two less boys
to worry about as competition for the ass. Fewer boys sharing the community
ass.

"Think theyd go fur that?"

"Sure as shit, I'm bettin'"

"OK, so who's gonna be the hole?"

"Well that's easy," Clarence told his brother, "I'm the oldest; I'm fuckin'
you"

"Yeah, my ass you ain't. I may be younger, but I got more dick hair then
you, and I ken shoot mor'en you, too. Means I got more t'put up yore ass."

Jeremiah stepped up to his `older' brother and challenged the assertion
that age meant anything, after all, it was only 10 months. Both boys were
the same height, though Jeremiah was a much harder worker and had 5 pounds
more on him than Clarence, and that five pounds was all muscle. Both boys
generally got along very well together, but this was different; each one
had his own ass on the line, literally.

"So how we pick then?"  Clarence asked.

"We wrassle," Jeremiah said, breaking into a wide smile; with his sandy
brown hair and freckles, he was a cute kid, but he looked every bit as
tough and strong as he was.  "You skeered?"

"I aint scareduh you; just don't be cryin' when I pin yer ass."

"I aint, cause I aint getting' pinned none."

"Loser gets fucked, right then'n there."

"Aight."

They spit and shook and agreed to have the match that afternoon and asked
Jimmie, Connor, and Matt, their closest friends among their kin, to
witness. Of course more than just those three showed up. In all nine boys
were gathered around in a circle to watch the boys go at it.

"Whatn't sposed to be this many other boys."  Clarence observed as he and
his brother stripped down to their underwear out there in the open.

"You ain't cryin' already?"  Jeremiah was just as uncomfortable as his
brother with this audience; but he sure didn't want to lose face before it
even started.

Clarence was nervous, to say the least. There wasn't anything on Jeremiah
but muscle; and the kid was tough as shit. Clarence had seen him fight,
especially with some of the county kids when they had to go to
school. Jeremiah could take down any boy two grades higher at that school,
and some of them were farm boys the same as the Mackeys -- well, more or
less. He and Clarence had never really been in a fight with each other
before, but like it was mentioned, this was different.

Jimmie Sanders, who just escaped being called to the culling by one week
(now a proud 13 year old) was going to referee. He already named the price
agreed upon by the boys. Jimmie got ten fucks off the loser, whenever he
wanted. The other two invited boys, Connor and Matt, were each promised two
fucks, just to witness. Jimmie reiterated this when he started the match,
only he changed it to say that every witness got two fucks off the loser
whenever they wanted. The two brothers were so focused on each other that
they only barely noticed the change, but simply nodded in agreement.

Then he changed something they did balk at. Jimmie had said that since this
was going to be a one-on-one top-bottom relationship, blow jobs were
typically included. So everybody got at least one blowjob for each fuck
they were allowed, and the first ones would be given right after the match
concluded. Both boys said no, absolutely not.

"What?"  Jimmie asked in fake surprise. He really did like both the
brothers, but there was no way he wasn't going to have fun with this.  "You
mean you two don't want me n'the others supportin' yer claim to be scluded
from the cullin'?"

The brothers looked at each other. They were already fucked, well, at least
one of them was. If they gave up now, sure as shittin', just because they
tried to avoid it, one of them would definitely be chosen. Jeremiah
shrugged his shoulders, letting his older brother be the spokesman.

"All right."  Clarence said, though not happy about it.  "We agree."

"Jeremiah?"  Jimmie asked, and Jeremiah nodded his assent.

"All right, then."  Jimmie exclaimed loudly to the boys and their audience.
"Now, I don't want no fair fight -- exceptin you got to leave the nuts
alone -- but otherwise, this aint no chickenshit match. This is a fight to
the death -- sorta. One of ya's walkin' outta here a pussy. Aint no backin'
out neither, as the witnesses are here to guarantee. So you boys gotta
decide, or we will. The fight aint over til the pussy is fucked."

With that a cheer went up among the other 8 boys. Clarence had to take a
deep breath; this may quite well be the stupidest idea he had ever
had. Jeremiah again just raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders.

"Now when I call a stop, you stop. Agreed?"

Both boys nodded and got into a position facing each other.  Jimmie stepped
out of the large circle that the other boys had limed into the ground, and
he yelled "Begin!"

Clarence's eyes nearly popped out of his head, Jeremiah had hit him like a
freight train. He very nearly lost his breath and had no idea why he was
still standing. He grappled with his brother frenetically, but he was
losing it, and fast. What he didn't know was that Jeremiah's thunderous
assault had taken both boys all the way to the edge of the circle, and
Jimmie called a "Stop!' and told them to break off. It was the only thing
that saved Clarence.

The two boys got back into position in the middle circle with Jimmie's arms
outspread between them.

"You OK?"  Jeremiah asked his brother, all the while keeping his assault
stance and attack face at the ready.

Clarence nodded and caught his breath.  "I will be."

"You boys ready?"  Jimmie asked. Both boys looked at him and nodded, and
Jimmie stepped back out of the circle and called them to begin. This time
Clarence was ready and neutralized Jeremiah's attack by bending low. The
two boys wrestled for quite a while with no quick decisive turn of
events. However, Jeremiah was slowly wearing down his brother, and soon had
him down on one knee, then two. And then Jeremiah made his move to take his
brother completely down and pin him, and he had just the muscle and
leverage to do it.

However Clarence twisted at the last moment and put himself into a position
that, while it caused him a lot of pain and made him immobile, prevented
Jeremiah from pinning him properly. Jimmie called a stop and told the boys
to break it off. Jeremiah released his brother and could see tears
flowing. Clarence tried to wipe them off without calling attention to
them. Jeremiah stretched and leaned in close and asked in a low voice.

"Are you OK?"

Clarence shook his head no, working on holding back more.

"You know I aint gonna go easy on ya t'all?"

"I know it."  Clarence wasn't expecting anything easy. He knew his
brother. Jeremiah could feel sorry for somebody and not give them a single
inch. When Clarence described Jeremiah as tough, he wasn't being loose with
his words.

Jimmie separated them a bit more and let them get back into position. The
boys were swaying now from both prowess and fatigue, Clarence perhaps more
so the latter. Jimmie restarted the melee, and the two boys went at each
other; this time Clarence surprised Jeremiah and got the upper hand through
a tricky maneuver, except that as Jeremiah was going down he fell on
Clarence's knee -- right on the nuts.

Jimmie called a stop immediately, and Clarence just as quickly backed
off. Jimmie was on the ground in a fetal position, and Clarence was saying
he was sorry, he didn't mean it. Even Jimmie said it was an accident. The
match was halted until Jeremiah rested up a bit and was able to walk it
off.

"It was an accident," Clarence said.

Jeremiah just nodded and said, "I know, it was. But you're soon gonna find
out they still work."

Clarence just smiled and retorted, "So that means you're gonna get off on
me fuckin' you. Never figgered you fer a queer."

Jeremiah smiled as well, but that smile hid a fierce resolve.

At the next start, the boys went right into each other with a solid thud,
neither boy giving ground for the first minute. But Jeremiah could feel the
loss in his brother's muscles, and he slowly pushed the stalemate to the
edge of the circle. Jimmie called another stop and the boys retook their
stances in the center of the circle, with Clarence a bit more out of breath
than Jeremiah. Jeremiah smiled, he was wearing Clarence down. Both boys
knew it; but only one boy knew that Clarence was sandbagging it a bit.

"Whatcha smilin' for little brother?"  Clarence asked between breaths, "You
looking forward to getting fucked?"

Jeremiah smiled. His brother was failing.  "Who you callin' `little',
brother? Taken a good look at yore dick? Yer the `little' brother now, and
I'm gonna learn yore mouth and ass why bigger is better!"

17 year old Cleveland and 16 year old Percival had walked up during the
last match and got the quick low-down from Matt, himself just one month shy
of 12. The older brothers approved and stuck around to see how things
played out. Jimmie restarted the match, and the young brothers went at it
again. Clarence faked a cramp and managed to drag the fight close to the
edge of the circle, getting another stop called from Jimmie.

The boys repositioned themselves and got ready as best they could. Jeremiah
knew this was it. He felt a second wind from the realization and readied
himself to fully taken down his brother. And when Jimmie restarted the
match, Jeremiah went in for the kill and set his plan down, and it happened
very quick, too. It was decisive, no doubt about it.

After all the prior matches that had simply exhausted poor Clarence,
Jeremiah was an unstoppable force; and this match was almost over before it
started. In fact, it happened so fast that it left the boys around the ring
stunned and bewildered. Even Cleveland and Percival looked down at their
brothers and agreed it was sudden, but fair and well played. Clarence's
mind was awash with uncertainty, and certainly some trepidation at was to
come next. Jeremiah, for his part, was simply too stunned and scared for
the first time in the match, and he wasn't quite sure how he found himself
face down and pinned to the ground.

Jeremiah struggled, but it was called by Jimmie.

"No," Jeremiah said, as a last ditch effort, "It aint over til you get
fucked."

"That's true."  Clarence said, and Jeremiah felt Clarence's hand move off
and down onto his butt. The same hand then suddenly clenched the cotton and
ripped a large hole and exposed a sizable portion of Jeremiah's ass for
everybody to see, as well as exposed him so that Clarence could abuse it at
will.

Though this stunned the boy further, something inside him that was going to
continue to fight this welled up. As he heard Clarence call for the grease,
Jeremiah summoned all his strength to throw Clarence off -- this wasn't
over. He surprised the boy, and everyone else, by getting Clarence off and
grasping him in a hold.

Only Clarence wasn't surprised. He had expected it. He knew his brother's
moves. In fact, he knew everybody's moves. While he wasn't the stronger
boy, he was more dexterous and more cunning. Jeremiah had grabbed him in
just the manner that he had expected and within a second he had Jeremiah
flipped up and slammed back to the ground, this time on his back, knocking
the wind out of him.

Jeremiah's eyes went wide while he fought to get his breath back. Clarence
knew that his little brother would be OK, but this temporarily immobilized
the boy and allowed Clarence to reach down and pull the boy's underwear
completely off his legs. The legs flayed up and Clarence caught one by the
ankle and raised it. He stuck his fingers in the grease jar that 13 year
old Connor had brought up and reached down and slathered it allover the
boy's crack and around his hole. He then pushed his own underwear down and
greased up his 3 ¾ inches. Jeremiah's own dick was flopping about on
display and was almost as big while just soft.

Jeremiah was catching his breath, and the momentary panic was subsiding,
though he also realized that he had just been greased up in front of
everybody. He summoned what energy he had to kick out at his
brother. However, using his ungreased hand, Clarence expertly jerked and
quickly rotated Jeremiah's legs so that he twisted and flipped off the
ground, slamming back down unexpectedly on his chest again. Having so
recently lost his breath, Jeremiah was stunned again for a few seconds,
which was all the time that Clarence needed to move between Jeremiah's legs
and use his knees to spread them, lay down on his back, and run his dick
along the greased crack until he felt contact between his dick head and the
hole. It was in a shallow depression and with a sure push it opened up and
he marshaled his dick straight in and to the hilt.

Jeremiah cried out as he felt his brother bust his cherry and felt every
inch sliding over his asshole to somewhere deep inside him. The poor boy
was in shock. Here he was laying on the ground out in the open; his own
brother had just stripped off his underwear and plunged his dick up his ass
in front of all their friends. And they were cheering.

"Jeremiah, are you OK?"  Clarence asked, with genuine concern.

"No."  came the small voice back to him.

"Well, so far, I've just shoved my dick up you is all. I aint gonna start
fucking you til yer OK."

"Not gonna be OK."  Again a small lost voice.

""You gotta be. We agreed to this. And I'm gonna be coming in here a lot
more, too, over the next year."

He waited a few seconds for a response. Finally Jeremiah just whispered OK
and nodded his head. He felt his brother's dick slide back out of him a bit
before slamming back in, and this began to be repeated over and over and
over again. And over.

And over and over.

`This is it' Jeremiah thought with some inner gloom.  `I'm getting fucked.'

Clarence couldn't believe how great it felt, the astounding sensations that
rode along his dick, as he ran it back and forth over that amazing muscle,
the virgin cherry of his so-tough brother. The thoughts of what he was
doing - that this was just the first of many times that would slowly
transform the back end of his little brother into well-fucked pussy were
too heady to hold him to earth, and he was soon heading to his ultimate
orgasm.

The whole time, he was literally riding his brother's ass, using the cheeks
as gel-cushions more than shock absorbers, and as he rocked back and forth
on them he transferred motion through them to Jeremiah's own dick. As
Jeremiah got used to the invasion, the motion across his anal ring was
oddly stimulating, and the rocking of his own pelvis against the ground was
having some very unintended results.

Soon enough, Clarence could no longer hold back and buried himself with
some force deep in his brothers rectum and exploded, sending several
volleys of cum deep within. As the spasms subsided, he pulled out and
looked down. He smiled broadly knowing he was the first to plant his flag
and had left a substantial claim to this ass inside. What's more, it was
witnessed. That made it his ass for at least a year.

He stood up and helped his brother stand as well; though Jeremiah had some
reluctance to doing that, since all the rocking had made his dick grown; it
was now almost 90 degrees to the ground, and still jerking slightly, like
the blood couldn't decide if it wanted to flow into it or out of it.

"And now for the finale!"  Jimmie said.

"You still have to suck every boy out here, except Cleve and Percy."
Clarence whispered to his once-again little brother.

Jeremiah took a deep breath, walked up to Jimmie, almost unable to look his
friend in the eyes, and he dropped to his knees before the boy. Once Jimmie
fished out his 13yo cock, Jeremiah opened wide and went down on the boy. A
short while later, the 12 year old was feeling the first washes of cum over
his tongue, and he swallowed down another boy's sperm.

By the time he got to the ninth boy, he was learning a little bit better
about how to give a proper blow job, though his mouth was sore and his
breakfast from that morning was now swimming in cum. He wondered exactly
what sperm did to you when it went into your butt or your mouth, He
certainly had a lot inside him now.

By the time he was done, the boys wandered off on their separate ways and
Clarence, Jeremiah, and Jimmie headed back to the brothers' house. On the
way they passed the fence of an old pen, and Jimmie directed the other two
over to it, where he told Jeremiah to drop his pants and bend over and grab
the middle rail of the fence.

"Why?"

"Cause I want one of my 12 fucks now."

"12!!??"

"10 for refereeing and 2 for being a witness, and I still get 11more blow
jobs, too."

"He's right ," Clarence said, "You should probably make a list when we get
home so you can keep track of what you owe everybody."

"All right," Jeremiah said, "He can fuck me, but that don't mean you can
watch!"

"Jeremiah, I own your ass. I can do whatever I want with it."

"Oh yeah, I forgot."

Jeremiah got in position and sucked in his breath when he felt the larger
dick enter his ass and open his hole up even further. As Jimmie set the
pace, the friction of dick running back and forth across his sphincter
muscle and the head pushing against the walls of his rectum were driving
Jeremiah insane. His dick was getting so hard, despite the real discomfort
of getting fucked. He made a mental note that next time he got fucked he
wasn't going to go two days without jerking off beforehand.

It wasn't long before Jimmie held him tight and really pounded the last few
thrusts into him, blowing sperm deep inside and adding to the existing
boypaint covering the inside of his ass.

"Oh wow!!"  Jimmie exclaimed as he got his breath back.  "I've never
actually done that before with a boy! I gotta find out who they pick next
week and do it a bunch to him."

Jimmie had stayed embedded within the ass and reached around and, despite
protest, began to jerk Jeremiah off. It wasn't long before the boy was
spewing his own load all over the fence and the ground before him.

"On man, you should feel his hole squeeze down when he shoots. I gotta do
that while I'm fucking him next time!!"

Clarence looked down at the mess that Jeremiah had made.  "That's a lot of
cum, little brother."

"Yeah, well, it was sposed to be goin' up yore ass."

"Sorry."

"No you ain't."

"No . . . . . I ain't."

"Jimmie, dammit, git yore dick outta my ass!!"








The boys were right in their calculations. They weren't made to go through
the ceremony and another 12 year old boy was chosen instead (Corey Jacobs,
youngest son of Elizabeth Mackey Jacobs, who was the oldest daughter of
Colton Mackey). However, to discourage similar evasion attempts, the newly
formed council of older boys ruled that Jeremiah's term as a bottom be for
three years with no restrictions on Clarence's use, and that if Clarence
outgrew his interest in that time period, then the boy's ass would revert
to community property, same as the other bottoms. They also decided that in
the future, turning a boy would give you rights to his ass only; oral sex
would have to be negotiated separately.

Another precedent was also unknowingly set as Clarence's older brothers
stood to argue him off the selection. But Jeremiah was stuck with the deal
he had made. They also added to it by stating that the boy who had ended up
being a bottom, namely Corey, could petition the council at any time to use
Jeremiah's ass for anal sex. It was decided to be a fit punishment for
changing the make-up of the ceremony one week before and giving the other
boys a somewhat unfair advantage.

Corey indeed did want to petition for a fuck up Jeremiah's ass, and he
wanted it right then and there. And so, despite one of the goals of their
subterfuge being that neither boy would be exposed, felt up, and then
fucked in a public gathering of boys, Jeremiah soon found himself bent over
an outdoor table while 20 or more boys watched Corey exact his anal revenge
on the boy and load him up with some very frustrated sperms. The council
even granted Corey two days off from his obligations, just so that he could
savor the moment.

The boy never really forgave Clarence or Jeremiah, and over the next three
years, Jeremiah probably had over two hundred loads of Corey's cum
deposited in his ass. It was the last time that Jeremiah ever trusted one
of Clarence's plans.

Four years later though, when Cleveland and Percival started working on the
shed, work that ,in reality, did lead to their father granting them the
rights to run his largest still, their little brother Amos was indeed
chosen as the next community bottom, by a vote of 21-2 (they let the 12
year olds vote also). His ass had just been that damn attractive for a
fuck. He was wildly popular with the boys, but suffered in silence from the
number of boys that used his ass, as well as the number of times it was
used. It was another learning moment for the now burgeoning community.

However, when he turned 15, Amos snuck off to a recruiter's office, lied
about his age and joined up to fight in the Great War. He lasted two years,
before he was killed in a gas attack. Abner and Beth Ann never forgave
Cleveland for his steadfast refusal to intercede for Amos, claiming that to
do so would forsake the code that held their families together. It caused
an even greater rift between him and Percival in the year after Amos died.
And Cleveland began giving serious thought to now dividing the
Reconstruction Gold treasure, or maybe even just relocating it without
telling his brother.

Other significant changes were taking place at this time as well. The
Mackeys were beginning to recognize the other settlers of Indian Spring as
legitimate heirs to community status, though definitely separate and apart
from the Mackey clan. The Mackeys became more cognizant of the differences
between the Very Deep, the Deep, and the Near settlements, as related to
the Spring itself; and they became more formally subdivided into kinsets,
based more on geographical and/or philosophical differences than actual
kinship linkages. It allowed for more efficient self-governing and
propagation/protection of the community. David Mackey and Curtis Corbin
were at the forefront in pushing many of these changes.

The bottoming of some boys had become an expectation of the community, a
fact of life dreaded by every boy, but very rarely met with active
resistance after the Choosing. It was simply a matter of life. The new
century, however, was bringing new challenges, and the Great War was about
to set enormous changes in motion.