Date: Tue, 4 Oct 2011 06:52:50 +0100 (BST)
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: the-dawson-exclusion-1968-5

The Mackey Tails
By Jonas Henley

The Dawson Exclusion



1968
Indian Spring Community
On the edge of a large city in Ohio



Part V - Finale


There was a loophole to all this? And Hal didn't tell him?

Deecy trusted Hal Tucker, and he knew the Near Spring boy often played his
cards close to his chest, only to reveal amazing winning hands that even
his friends didn't see coming. It wasn't arrogance or selfishness or
narcissism; it was just the way Hal operated. And considering he usually
fared fairly well in all his doings, his friends learned to trust him. And
his opponents --- well, they often just tried to avoid being his opponents.

But Deecy wasn't just another Mackey. He was supposed to be Hal's friend!
And dammit, this was Reed's ass on the line. And not just figuratively
either. His actual ass. It was bad enough that it was no longer
virgin. Aaron had just plundered it twice, causing more than physical pain
to his little brother, but also emotional and social suffering, given that
more than 6 dozen cousins, friends, and etceteras had just watched Reed's
cherry get popped and then watched the boy that did it do a small victory
dance - of sorts.

But now he finds out Hal knew of a loophole to keep Aaron from doing this??

"What loophole Aaron? And you better tell me straight."

"I don't have any problem telling you everything about it. The loophole to
my ownership and use of your little brother's damn fine and TIGHT ass---"

"Aaron---"

"---is this: If you, his older brother and sponsor, don't want me owning
him, you can petition the council to release him, which would most likely
be granted, and he goes back to being a Community Bottom."

Shit. That loophole could suck.

"Except," Aaron continued, "his service would be a minimum of one year
after the day he is released from my ownership (and I get the first two
months regardless) or for two years total, whichever is longest, or if you
want to request that I don't get to fuck him again, then it's for 18 months
after the day or three years total, whichever is longer."

Still, there was an appealing aspect to that, but Reed quickly asked: "But
then anybody can . . . . . do what you did to me?"

"Fuck you? Yeah, anybody can fuck you then, and trust me, you can ask your
own brother with the hard-on about to rip through his pants that EVERYONE
is going to want to fuck your ass, Reed, even, and maybe especially, your
friends. Eventually every bottom gets fucked by even his closest friends."

The part about the closest friends wasn't exactly true, at least not the
'every' part; Austin's best friend never fucked him. And Deecy didn't like
Aaron's implications about his erection and wanted to tell the arrogant SOB
off for intimating such . . . . . except that THAT part actually was
true. He was hard because of Reed's ass. He knew it; Reed knew it. It
embarrassed him and Reed all over again.

"The other reason, then," Aaron went on to say, "that I'm going to be
careful to be especially good to your little brother is simply that I like
owning his ass. Have you SEEN that ass? Well, I know you have, but do you
know it's the nicest ass in all the Spring? I really like it; I mean I
REALLY like it. I like his hole; I like the fact I can see his nuts
hanging, big enough to make his own cum, but I STILL get to fuck him in the
ass and he has to let me. What can I say? It turns me on. I like knowing
it's all mine, well mostly mine. I don't want to share."

He left off the fact that Reed was so damn hot, the perfect distance
between cute and handsome. Aaron wasn't gay and didn't want to sound gay,
but every man and boy on earth had enough gayness in him to get at least a
little turned on by Reed's looks, especially when the same man or boy was
about to implant his dick in that valley.

"Well . . . . ."  Deecy started.  He didn't particularly trust Aaron,
although the assurances the boy gave did make sense.  "I was kinda hoping
it was a better loophole than that."

"Nothing beats Reed's hole, Deecy. Plain and simple."

"Would you stop, please?"

"I don't wanna be a Community Bottom, Deecy. Sorry, Holden; I'm sorry you
are, but Deecy, I don't want just any boy getting to fuck me whenever he
wants . . . . ."  Reed was close to tears at this point.

"Reed . . . . ."  Deecy started, completely unsure of what he should do.

"Hey, Deecy," Aaron said, with just the hint of less smile, "the other
reason I said all that is I don't really have anything against Reed. My
brother might; I don't totally know or care why, except that it got me your
brother's ass. So for that I'm glad Selby had something against you
two. But I don't. They just thought it would piss you off more, I
guess. But I don't have any reason to be mean to Reed despite not wanting
to lose access to his looks and . . .  tightness. I just don't have
anything against either of you. I won't make him feel bad; I won't try to
hurt him . . . . . I mean, the first few times are gonna hurt. That's what
Bart says. But I won't do anything to him on purpose. Like I said, I just
don't have any reason to."

Again, they were both stunned that this normally arrogant boy was making
this semi peace-offering.

"What do you want me to do, Reed?"  Deecy asked.  "If you're a Community
Bottom, anybody can do it, but there would be limits. Aaron won't have any
limits."

And just like Holden had the hardest thing in the world to say earlier, now
Reed did.  "No, Deecy, I don't wanna be that. I wanna just let . . . . . I
just want . . . . let Aaron . . . . fuck me whenever he wants. That's it."

"Before you decide for sure," Aaron said, again reaching out and caressing
a buttcheek, "You should know I'm gonna fuck you like every single day."

Reed couldn't stop the earth-shaking tremor that rolled through him on both
the hearing and the understanding of these words.

"Yeah, I get it . . . . ."  The conquered, aching boy quietly gave up.

"At my house, too."  Aaron added. Deecy started to protest, but quickly
backed down, a bit in shame, as he realized that he didn't really want it
happening at their own house. He wasn't sure he could bear hearing it,
seeing it, or even just knowing it was going on in the next room. And he
sure didn't want it outside.

"Fine," came the soft, almost inaudible, reply from the boy who still felt
like his ass was being split, like there was still some shadow dick forced
up in there.

"And I'm gonna want you naked whenever you're there. I want this sweet ass
ready to go whenever I feel like."  Aaron finally added, rubbing that same
ass in sensual ownership. This time Reed couldn't even reply. Both he and
Deecy got choked up bright red with shame and embarrassment. It was all
Reed could do just to nod and acknowledge his reluctantly accepted but
totally unavoidable new reality. Worse, he knew inside himself he would try
very hard to give Aaron a good time, as perverted and distasteful as that
would be, just to avoid being shared with other boys.

"Deecy," Bart started after Aaron and Reed's exchange.  "We'll give Reed a
bit more of a break. I understand there's a smaller dick ready to enjoy
that hole?"

Deecy blushed (as did Reed) but nodded and called David Wilson Mackey up to
the log line. The 11 year old came up very uncertain, and he asked both
Deecy and Reed several times if they were sure, until Reed practically
snapped at him and asked the boy if he would just hurry up and fuck him,
eliciting several laughs from the other boys, and inducing David Wilson to
the same deep shade of red as Reed and Deecy.

David Wilson was too embarrassed and nervous to fuck Reed, especially in
front of all these other boys, but more embarrassed not to. He tucked his
head down and undid his zipper and pushed the front of his jeans and
underwear down. Despite his inner reluctance, however, the cheering of the
boys as he did so, and the import of what this meant (him, an 11 year old,
getting to fuck an older boy, one that he so greatly looked up to as well
. . . . .), that as soon as the air hit his hairless dick it sprang up to a
very hard nearly three inches.

After getting a double fuck on Aaron's dick, Reed barely felt the boy as he
entered (and they had to get David Wilson something to stand on), but he
felt him enough to know the boy was back there, enough to know what he was
doing, and enough to know what it meant as this younger boy that was almost
like a little brother started to go to town on his ass. And in his ass.

At the same time, Holden was experiencing the feel of first dick pressing
on his hole. It was hard enough, his brain acknowledging the smaller hands
gripping his hips and ass, the ragged breathing of the younger boy
concentrating on this overwhelming crossroads in his life - both their
lives - but the distraction of the small naked, oiled dickhead, just barely
teasing the 13 year old's virgin hole - it was excruciating! That tickling
of clandestine spongy cool flesh on the hot, private extra-sensitive space
that was never meant to be touched by anyone was beyond distracting.

Pile on to that the knowledge that it was his own little brother, Phil
Mackey, and Holden was about to pass out from the confluence of fear,
shame, trepidation, and momentous decline in all that he had ever thought
of himself toward any well-meaning self-esteem. And it only went south when
he felt those small hands squeeze harder, the pressure on his cherry gate
increased, and then with an inaudible, but well-felt, pop, he felt the
smaller dick slide in through his tight, slick, well-muscled anal canal.

"Are you sure this is OK?"  The little boy asked once more, both he and his
older brother conscious of the full skin-on-skin contact of Phil's entire
pelvis and lower abdomen against Holden's naked buttocks. And not just
touching, but leaning into.

"Geez, Phil, will you just go ahead and do it??"  Holden growled low with
exasperation.

"But . . . are you sure, Holden? Doesn't this mean---"

"Phil!!"  Holden was not impatient to be fucked for the first time ever,
and certainly not in front of an audience, and definitely not ever by his
own little brother, but he was ready for this to be done and over, if it
had to be done at all. His nerves were on end. But his outburst attracted
Bart.

"Tsk, Tsk, Holden. What did we say about that temper?"  Bart uncapped the
red marker and put yet another check on the boy's back, bringing him up to
five checkmarks.

"Sorry, Holden."  Phil said quietly, his little dick already starting to
deflate a little.  "I just . . . . . I didn't mean to . . . . ."

Holden sighed. This day was never going to end. It was just going to suck
and suck more with every minute. And with another check, he would also be
sucking more and more.  "Forget it, Phil, will you just . . . . please
. . . ."

"I don't think I can."

Holden could actually feel the boy softening.  "Just go in and out a
little. Trust me, it'll get hard again."

Actually, Holden had absolutely no idea what a boy's ass would feel like,
but he certainly knew what the other boys would say. And he hadn't been
wrong. Phil gave a very timid 'OK' and did what his brother said, and sure
enough it wasn't any time at all before he was hard as a rock and rocking
in and out of Holden's ass, albeit with less enthusiasm than David Wilson
Mackey was enjoying Reed Mackey's ass right next to them.

In any other ass, Phil might have been brought to as quick and furious an
end as David Wilson was at that moment, spasming and jerking his whole
body, clinging to Reed for dear life as he dry-orgasmed completely into the
slightly older boy. As it was, though, Phil was so conflicted with guilt
and doubt about this that it unfortunately took him forever --- actually
dragging out his and Holden's tortured humiliations even more than if he
had just gone for it like the Tasmanian Devil, which is what his best
friend (and Foster's little brother) Trey would do shortly after Phil
pulled out.

But while he was still struggling, an exhausted David Wilson pulled out of
Reed, trying not to smile, but all the same desperately thanking the boy he
looked up to for the incredible opportunity, as well as the generous
protection for next year. David Wilson would now start the Choosing next
year as a -4. And he expected (and wouldn't be wrong) that Reed would vote
his points as a Bottom in his favor, which would take him to -6. It was
virtually guaranteeing him not to get picked.

Phil also would have no worries, as he would get -4 AND the -2 from his
older brother Holden; but in the meantime as he continued struggling with
his fucking of the red-faced 13 year old, Aaron stepped up again to Reed,
bringing along the next boy to fuck him.

"No!"  Deecy said. He didn't raise his voice, but he was adamant. Bart
uncapped the red marker and walked up.

"Is there a problem, Deecy?"

Deecy wanted to be absolute; he wanted to be the rock wall. He wanted to
defend his little brother. But he knew he would possibly be alone. The rest
of the boys there, they were tired of controversy. No more drama. Deecy
would only make things worse for Reed. Who would stand with him when he
himself had enjoyed several of the Bottom boys there?

"No. No problem."  Deecy admitted, his voice almost cracking. Only his
anger kept him from crying, and that anger fermented to hatred as Kurt
stepped up, casting Deecy a smug look, unzipped, greased up that
close-to-five inch dick and slid up into Reed's exposed and tender hole.

"Holy fuck, yeah," Kurt exclaimed slowly, but not-so-quietly, as he felt
the warm, still-tight envelope spread around and grip his dick, drawing it
further inward while at the same time still pulling down the length of it
like a perfectly wrapped around hand massage. Deecy felt sick as the 14
year old boy bottomed out, his darker and fuller pubes pressed into his
little brother's innocent and unblemished cheeks.

"You know I'm gonna want more of this Aaron!"  Kurt said as he pulled back
a few inches (Deecy could even see them being pulled out along that slicked
tube of strong, hard, boyflesh), before sliding them back in smoothly and
effortlessly.

And as Kurt began to repeat this pattern, and yet again, but with a bit
more dick and a bit more flair, Aaron told the concerned older brother,
"Actually, I will be letting Kurt use Reed's ass from time to time, you
know, to get off inside it."

Deecy grit his teeth.

Aaron wasn't looking at Deecy, though; Aaron was transfixed by Kurt's older
and larger dick sliding in and out of that tight hole that he himself had
only just recently loosened. The plunges, as they were, timed with the
heavier grunts from Reed, who had no problem realizing an even bigger dick
was running in and out of him back there, just turned Aaron on again. He
could almost shoot a third time up that ass; he was sure of it.

But Kurt did see the effect that Aaron's statement had on Deecy, and he
once again smiled his smugness at the helpless brother, and then looked
down to watch his own dick plunge the most scrumptious Mackey ass out
there, and his smile only got bigger.

"Oh fuck yeah," Kurt moaned and continued to bottom out slowly over and
over and over and over again, taking his time to enjoy dicking this
incredibly hot hole. He was in no hurry to shoot and wanted to stretch out
this delectability into infinity, if only that were possible.

And he kept fucking.

And fucking.

And fucking.

And fucking.

And fucking.

Unfortunately for poor Reed's sore ass and twisting hind end, at least as
much as he could twist in that boy's stronger grip (and without calling
even MORE attention to his plundered-butt), Kurt outlasted both the slow,
guilt-ridden fucking of Phil into Holden's ass and the excited
rabbit-fucking of Trey, an energetic and deliriously happy pace that
brought the boy to an even higher orgasmic bliss, into the same suffering
ass of Holden.

In fact, when Trey pulled out, he was so winded from his exertion into the
older boy's ass, that he could only stand there and just keep holding on,
breathing hard and talking about how great that was. Phil frowned and gave
his friend a shove, suggesting he should both shut up and get off his
brother. Trey nodded, but in his innocent delight, just pulled his pants
only most of the way up (he wasn't wearing underwear, and waddled around
absently to the front of Holden, even while his fly was still open and his
still hard dick was pointed outward toward Holden's face, almost like an
accusation of triumph.

Holden had to turn away in even further embarrassment, not just because he
didn't want to see another boy's dick that close up, but he didn't want so
recent and direct a reminder of what had just gone up his ass in front of
all the other boys he had grown up with, played ball with, rode bikes with
. . . . . . Plus, it was also too closely related to Foster's own dick, and
being that close to his face was a reminder that he had had to go down on
Foster's dick and suck out the production of his balls. In front of those
same boys out there. It was too much.

Too much.

But innocent and excited Trey Mackey didn't clue into that. He just thought
maybe Holden didn't realize that he was genuinely thankful that he got to
fuck the older boy.

"No, I'm serious!"  Trey continued in his loud and embarrassing thanking of
the boy, "Fucking you was like . . . . . I mean, INCREDIBLE. It was so
tight and . . . like . . . wow. . . . and really, thanks for---"

WHAP!

Foster had finally leaned over Holden and knocked his little brother upside
the head, looking at Trey with a 'What the fuck are you doing?' sort of
look. The other boys laughed as Trey rubbed the side of his head.

"Ow. . . . . oh . . . . uh . . . . sorry. Anyways . . . . thanks. I
. . . . um . . . . hope I can do it again!!"

Trey whispered the last few words quickly, leaning in as he did so, finally
cluing in that he had just been embarrassing Holden further. The only
problem, however, was that as Trey started to pack it away, Foster was
letting his out again, and he did so right in front of Holden, tucking his
underwear under his balls, such that his whole overly erect package was
amplified and jutting out in an unintended accusation of pre-battle
victory. That dick knew where it was going and boasted its predetermined
gain, even if the 13 year old owner of it was not aware of such effect on
Holden.

Instead, Foster just greased it down right in full view of the gaping mouth
of Holden. This dick was a whole lot bigger than the two 11 year old
willies that had just embarrassingly opened him up in front of everyone.

"Looks like Holden wants it in his mouth again, Foster!"  Some boy called
out, garnering more than a few laughs.

"Yeah he must really like the taste of your dick!"  Another boy called out.

"Maybe he just likes dick in general and nobody knew!"

"Guess we'll find out later when he gets to suck a few more!!"

And the laughter exploded. It wasn't meant to be cruel; after all,
virtually every boy had gone through the same event, even if not quite to
the extent of Holden and Reed. It sounded cruel to the sufferer; it sounded
cruel to Hal; and it would have sounded cruel to any outsider that had
decent empathy inside him or her. But to these boys, this was simply an
accepted and expected part of their right of passage. It was all
democratic. Everyone accepted that someone had to take the bullet; but
since it stayed within the community, and served the community, this
jeering was understood to come from a place of jocular honor, so to speak.

Holden (and Foster too), however, just blushed even further and shut his
mouth. He tried to look away from the steely and proud protrusion of
slightly veined flesh arising from the dirty blond nest of his friend
Foster; but he could not. He just could not pull his attention away from
the simultaneous wonderment and disbelief that this nearly perfectly
straight, hard, almost 5 inch dick, maybe twice as thick as the
finger-sized ones that just left, was about to go around to his backside,
slide in between his cheeks, push into his most private guard of his body,
glide up his anal chute and ride his ass for the most wicked and delightful
fun another boy could take on him.

And in the end, his reward would be to have the full and creamy cum of
another boy injected deep into his rectum, in front of 60 - 80 witnesses,
boys with him he had to live the rest of his childhood, perhaps his life.

But that was where Foster was walking.

"Sorry, Holden," Foster leaned down to quietly tell the boy whose mouth was
once again agape in shock.  "But I have to, and . . . . . . . well, I'd be
lying if I said I didn't want to. I'm actually pretty sure this is going to
be totally and completely awesome. Maybe the most awesome thing in
. . . . . well . . . . . I don't know. A long time. Maybe ever."

It didn't help Holden feel any better about this (but what would?) or come
to grips with the unreality of it. His disbelief on that end would only be
jolted fully out of the picture once the dull pressure of the soft,
semi-flexible, yet blood-engorged and only barely yielding head of Foster's
dick pushed open the poorly stretched no longer virginal hole of his
backside and began its march inward.

But before this happened, even before the last few words of
semi-but-not-really, though heart-felt, apology came out of Foster's mouth,
Kurt Mackey grabbed an even tighter hold of poor Reed's smaller hips and
began slamming hard, slowing with each slam, yet yielding greater force of
ever shorter upthrusts, and very loudly announcing through no direct words,
but joy and exhilaration, like Attila pouring into Rome, his ejaculation
into the bowels of the innocent boy with the deep country accent. Reed
looked down his own body where his flaccid dick was bounced about by the
last hard thrusts, and he saw his own developing nuts and few pubic hairs,
both of which spoke to his own ability to shoot sperm; something that just
made the present loading of his ass all the more acutely shameful.

And behind those nuts, he could see Kurt's larger, cum producing balls,
slamming him like domination in pictures. Kurt held Reed's ass close into
his body and shot deep volley after deep volley of sperm inside him.

And Reed felt every hot spurt shoot inside. Worse, he could feel the
victory inherent in Kurt's arrogance through the fingers practically
bruising his hips and through the crushing grinding of the 14-year-old's
pelvis into his buttcheeks.

The shame was intense. And as Kurt finally pulled out, that shame had to
compete for attention with the latent pain and spasms that re-rocked Reed's
overstretched asshole, showing on the 12 year old boy's face. The energy
was draining from him, and reality was burying him.

But the dicks weren't finished being buried inside him. Fortunately,
though, the next dick was the last and was easier to take, in many senses
of the word. Rufus Mackey was only 12, still, and not especially advanced
in the dick department, just fairly average for his age. So physically, if
there was any comfort to getting fucked --- again --- then there was some
relative comfort in getting fucked by Rufus's dick. Plus, Rufus had been
there before. He was chosen as a limited Bottom last year when he was only
11, with some agreement that he would get to be one of the chosen Tops in
the next year's Choosing.

The downside was that Rufus (named after his mother's father) was a good
friend of Reed's. Not as close as Gabriel, but close enough. It wasn't as
horrible a thing as getting fucked by his own brother Deecy would be, but
it was bad enough. At least Rufus was small. Er. Small-er.

It was still a dick.

And a friend's dick at that.

And while Rufus was going at it in Reed's accommodating hole, fighting his
own inner battle of enjoying the ass versus feeling guilty for fucking a
friend, Foster had slid his own dick up Holden's tight and barely
accommodating anal canal, and was fighting his own inner battle, as he
stroked in and out of that slick, warm, massaging space, fighting the
battle between letting his mind and senses surrender to the ecstasy that
would overwhelm him, take him out of the moment and into a prolonged
euphoria without consciousness of the other boys around him, and still
trying to remember he was fucking a boy --- actually, that he was fucking a
friend, something that was messing with his mind a bit.

But he still drilled that hole.

And he fucked Holden good. Had the boy squirming in discomfort and shame on
that pounding prick, until the very end, when he flooded the partially
claimed/unclaimed rectum with a maturing boy's sperm and semen. Holden was
more than officially Bottom now; he was truly fucked and truly claimed.

Foster pulled out slowly, still holding on to that luscious and full ass,
catching his breath and slowly letting out, "Oh shit, that was good
. . . . . . damn, Holden . . . you're . . . . . . . . you're ass
. . . . . . . . man, that was nice."

He didn't realize that he had said that so loud, until the cheers and
laughs of the spectators caught his attention. He was as bad as his own
little brother. Foster wiped himself off with the damp towel offered him by
Bart and zipped up and walked around to where Holden was resting, his still
grimacing and reddened face on the log that he was using to bend over and
take what was unmistakably a punishing new reality for him. There were
still residual whimpers of physical and emotional pain, not nearly as loud
as had been the grunts of surprise as his anus was practically ripped open
for a boy to fuck, a boy with a real adolescent penis to fully stretch that
hole.

At least he thought that that was fully stretching the hole.

"Sorry about that, Holden," Foster said as he came back around, "I forgot
everybody was listening. But did I do good?"

"Hunh??"  This got the 13 year old boy to look up. His friend had to be
crazy.

"You know, did I do good? You know . . . . . . um . . . . fucking you
. . . . . . uh . . . . . . . ."

Some part of Foster must have realized how crazy that question was to ask
the boy when he had just ruptured his ass.

"I mean . . . ."  Foster backpedaled just a bit, "Well . . . . . so
. . . . .you know . . . . . ."

He trailed off, and Holden put his head back down on the log,
wishing/hoping this was ending soon, that this third fuck was closer to his
end in this matter. No pun intended. But Foster didn't quit talking about
it:

"I mean, . . . . . . well, could you at least feel me when I . . . .
filled you up? You know, shot my load in you?"

Holden sighed and relented, though still grimacing and twisting slightly
with the continuing reminders of pain. Surely the boy tore something back
there. But he knew no blood came off on the towel Foster used, or else
something would have been said. By rules, Holden's ass would have been
checked by at least two of the Council members. But it still felt like it
had been ripped open.

"Yes, Foster. I felt it. All of it."  Holden hung his head and sighed
again. He paused and added, "I felt it every time you . . . . . shot your
cum inside me."

Foster just nodded, thinking to himself.

"I can't wait to do again, Holden. I'm sorry, but I know I'm gonna do that
a lot. And I'm pretty sure I'm gonna love it every time. Sorry, but
. . . . . well . . . . . I just am."

He knew he should have been thinking more about his poor friend, and he
certainly had when this all started, but that experience back there was
mind blowing and was stunting his ability to empathize.

Now it was time for Holden to nod his head and get lost in his own
thoughts. This was the new reality. He and Foster were close friends, but
not so very close that he could expect much more. At least his anal
penetrations would be in more respectful situations than they could be
otherwise. That was something. Right?

"I know, Foster. I get it."  He thought a bit longer and added, though it
was hard to say, and even harder to mean, though he knew he would, "I won't
ever hold it against you."

Foster nodded an acceptance, still just a formality; something inside must
have signaled that his words were now depleted. That wasn't the only thing
finally depleted, though. Foster's balls were wiped out. For the moment at
least.

And so he was now distracted by the drama unfolding behind poor Reed. Rufus
had had his dry cum inside his mildly close cousin, and one he looked up
to, still, despite his sudden and very confused orgasm, and now Kurt was
back at that ass, trying to lay a claim to it.

"I still say, since I was the first boy besides his Kinset top to blow a
real load in his ass, then I should get the right to use his ass whenever I
want."

And with the nest of black curls he had at the base of his five hard
inches, at least whenever he had the area exposed while he was inserting
that five inches through Reed's tight hole and banging that ass, nobody
could deny the boy produced viable sperm. And nobody would seriously
suggest he hadn't shot a good load of that sperm up Reed's ass, as he had
done so with such believable gusto. And per the rules, at least the archaic
ones that Bart had used to arrange much of the day's twists, like Aaron
getting a full Kinset claim to Reed's ass, Kurt did have a point.

And this was supported, albeit reluctantly by some on the Council.

There were two problems with supporting this, however. One of those being
that Deecy could very well be pushed too far outside of anything that
traditional communal shame or bonding could withstand. Deecy might explode
in a way that couldn't be contained. And Aaron didn't like it either. Aaron
didn't want to share ownership. He had already told Kurt he would get to
fuck Reed with some regularity. Now the boy was just being greedy. And
mean. At least Aaron's desires were nearly all lust and hunger. Kurt was
something else. Although Aaron did actually like watching that thick,
straight, rod of flesh open up his Bottom boy and piston that fine
ass. That was a turn on.

The other problem was expressed by Bodie as he came forward:

"You do have a valid point, Kurt, but not one that we have to support."
Bodie conceded out loud, "On the one hand, this wasn't a popular move by
Bart; but on the other, I'm sure I speak for at least most of the Council,
and the boys here, when I say that there is still some legitimate suspicion
regarding your behind-the-scenes involvement in some base trickery."

Bodie shot a side glance at Bart, but Bart just looked away, pretending
that this wasn't going on, pretending that 'his' show was still
unassailed. There would be no rebuttal from him for anything Bodie wanted
to do, and Kurt knew that, even as he began his own blustered defense of
this semi-accusation.

But Bodie cut the 14 year old Kurt off from his mini-tirade.

"I'll respect the claim that since Aaron gets almost total control over
Reed's ass for the first year or maybe two, then the next boy who cums
inside Reed gets unlimited access for the entire time Reed is a Bottom."

Kurt smiled big, but Deecy looked like he was going nuclear inside. But
Bodie wasn't done.

"However, given the taint that you have put on these proceedings, Kurt,
this is how I think we will handle it, and if there are no objections from
the other Council members or Aaron, then this is exactly how we will handle
it: Deecy will get to pick between letting you fuck his little brother
whenever you want for the whole time he is a Bottom, or picking another boy
who can cum --- and I mean real sperm --- to fuck Reed right now in front
of everyone. And that boy will get to claim the ass."

"As long as what I want always gets first priority," Aaron contended. That
would still enable him to maintain near-total control. And a nod of assent
from Bodie confirmed that.

"No!"  Kurt protested.  "That's not fair! Deecy shouldn't get to pick. It
should be me!"

Now Will stood up. He was probably the most respected Council member there,
even if he was partial to Reed and Deecy. Everyone knew he was fair.

"Fine, Kurt. I will support your right to refuse Deecy the choice. You can
take your claim."

Kurt smiled big again, and lightly said, "Damn, straight."

But Will wasn't finished either: "BUT, if you accept your right, then we
WILL investigate your supposed role in all this trickery. Any lies or fraud
we uncover, then I will PERSONALLY see to it that you are turned over and
turned into a Bottom, and starting at 14 years old means you will be
immediately available to every boy up to the age of 18 to fuck as hard and
as unmercifully as they want, and no restrictions on girls viewing it,
either."

The smile on Kurt's face slowly sunk. And it was a total destruction
sinking; there would be no rising of that smile again today. The boy looked
a bit nauseous even. He gave a weak shrug and indicated he would step
aside.

"Fine," Kurt said, though without much force or energy.  "If, uh, you
really think Deecy should get to choose . . . . . ."

"What about it, Deecy," Bodie said, barely managing to keep the smirk out
of his face.  "Do you want to choose another?"

"Reed doesn't look so good right now, Deecy," Kurt said, "He's already had
his four public fucks, five, really, since Aaron went twice. You sure you
want another boy fucking him? Right now? He's in a bit of pain already."

That part was certainly true. And Kurt should know. He's the one who really
put the pain into Reed, after Aaron's two rounds. David Wilson and Rufus
didn't actually add a whole lot to the matter with their smaller dicks. All
the same . . . . . .

"I'd rather he be hurting real bad today than for the next however long
under you . . . . . . . Kurt" Deecy actually had a few choice names for
Kurt he wanted to add at the end of that sentence, but he bit them off.

"You could claim it yourself, Deecy."  Bodie then said, "No shame in
it. And you cannot deny; it's a real nice ass."

The way Bodie stressed the word 'real' unnerved the two brothers, perhaps
Reed a bit more, as he knew just how hard his older brother had gotten
watching his ass get fucked.

"No. I couldn't ever live with myself doing that to Reed."

Reed breathed a sigh of relief hearing this.

"You're going to have to get over that attitude that this is some kind of
punishment, Deecy."  Bodie sharply rebuked the boy, a rebuke seconded by
many of the boys.  "Especially considering how you've enjoyed the services
of other boys yourself. Fine, then, pick another boy who can cum, and I
mean real sperm. A boy who could easily get a girl pregnant; and I expect
that boy to regularly use Reed's ass, meaning at least every week or
more. Otherwise the right will revert to Kurt."

With that threat Reed already knew that he would beg this mystery boy to
fuck him, if that's what it took to keep Kurt away. He just hoped his
brother picked well, though he himself wasn't sure what 'well' meant in
this case.

It turned out, however, that Deecy was even more concerned about Reed
getting to pick.

"Reed, its your ass. I wish I could stop all this . . . . . . it's like one
of those nuclear war horror story things . . . . but I caint stop it. So,
it's your ass this boy's gonna be fucking. You want Kurt to be doing it, or
someone else?"

"Sum'n else, Deecy," came the almost pitiful country twang of resignation.
"Defly sum'n else."

"I caint do it, though, Reed. I just caint do you."

"I know. I'm glad, too. I saw yore shorts when I was gettin' rode on, 'n I
was 'fraid you were gonna."

"No. I told you I never would. And I never will. But now you gotta pick,
and you gotta pick a boy that can fill you with real cum, and one that
don't mind pumping your ass regular either, Reed. Though, if I have to be
honest, I honestly don't think that second part is going to be too hard."

"Thanks."  It was a flat statement, and not really meant. Reed just wished
everybody would quit talking about what a great-ass-to-fuck he had.

"And Reed, just to be sure, just so they don't add another boy to your
butt," Deecy whispered more, "You better pick a boy that can really cum
good."

Deecy then stood up and announced that he was going to let Reed pick who
used his ass next, and consequently who would get to keep using it for
years to come. This was more than the young boy wanted in having to accept
his fate --- actually having to choose it. But better that than Kurt.

Reed first looked over at Jasper Jacobs' crotch, where he was standing with
Gary Sanders by the head of Jasper's little brother Stephen Sanders. Reed
shivered with revulsion as he did so --- not that Jasper was repulsive, but
the realization of what Reed was doing was every bit repulsive to the new
Bottom boy. But he swallowed his disgust and his fear, just as he knew he
would be swallowing other loathsome stuff later on, and gave some thought
to Jasper.

Jasper was actually a very nice guy, and he was looking out for his own
little brother. Reed felt that was a plus; someone he could trust as much
as Deecy. But he had no idea how big Jasper was; he couldn't judge from
just looking at the crotch of Jasper's pants. Jasper didn't harden up
seeing his little brother naked like Deecy had. This alone caused Reed to
redden again, but he pushed such realities out of his head and just asked
Jasper flat out if he could see his dick.

"I know what you're thinking Reed. I'd help you out, I would, and I know
that in someway your ass would feel real good on my dick, but nice as it
surely is, I just don't think I would end up using it a whole lot. And then
you would be sent back to Kurt. I wouldn't want that to happen either."

Reed nodded. He understood. As embarrassed as he was to have to ask out
loud, at least Jasper was honest about the bleakness of that avenue.

"Sorry, Deecy," Jasper said sincerely, and then turned to Reed, "Maybe you
could try Clifton, Reed. Doesn't look like he'll get to use Jake's ass any
now. He's a nice guy, and he obviously wants to fuck some nice boy ass, and
you got that in spades."

"Thanks, Jasper," Reed blushed again at the 'compliment.' The problem with
Clifton, though, was that he was still 14. Jasper was also 14, but the
further problem with Clifton was that Damian was his older brother. The
same Damian that opened up Corey, the same Damian that spent a good long
while feeling up Reed's own ass and nuts, the same Damian that was good
friends with his brother. In fact Deecy and Damian had passed their own 12
year old Choosing side by side on these logs just three years ago. All of
that just made Reed a bit nervous. Instead he had another idea.

"Hey, Stephen, do you know if Justin can cum?"  Justin would be perfect. It
was a way of both keeping Kurt out of his ass and at the same time giving
the 14 tear old the finger. And Justin was Reed's age, and a very decent
kid, to boot.

"I don't know, but I don't think so, Reed. At least not the full white
stuff like Jasper can."

Damn. He couldn't risk picking someone who couldn't cum. Either he would be
that boy's ass forever (or two or three years, but that seemed like forever
right now) and someone else would still have to be picked; or he would be
that boy's ass for two or three years and Kurt would still get to have him.

Reed thought about Gordon, who was only a year older, but he remembered
David Wilson saying that his close cousin had a real fat dick. Scratch that
choice then. Ike and Drake were both 13, but he wasn't sure about how much
he trusted them to keep it up and not let Kurt get him in the end (like
that would have ever happened with the ass he had! Reed seriously
underestimated the horn-dogness of both those two randy boys, as well as
the fuckability of nature's gift to his own rear). Then he thought about
Frankie. But the problem with Frankie wasn't that the boy wouldn't fuck him
enough, but Reed was fairly certain the boy would use it a lot. At any
rate, Frankie was definitely someone he could trust to keep his ass out of
the clutches of Kurt, given the growing animosity Frankie had toward what
both Kurt and Jake tried.

"Pick someone now, Reed," Bart warned, "Or I will."

"Frankie!"  Reed shouted out without further hesitation. He definitely did
not want to give Bart such a chance.

Frankie smiled and stood up. It wasn't an obnoxious smile, but a momentary
one of appreciation of both the trust of Reed, who he had always respected,
and the comeliness of that ass, which he had in fact lusted after briefly,
once or twice, in the last few months.

"Uh, just a minute," Will said and conferred with the other Council
Members, including Bart, who just smirked, but then turned professional and
wiped it from his face.

"Actually, it seems that Frankie will be otherwise engaged," Bart said
flatly, not giving out the nature of Will's aside.  "For a while."

Frankie looked even more nervous than he had been when he found out about
having to give the blowjobs. He sat back down paler than before; the
austere look from Will didn't make him feel any better. Shit. It wasn't his
fault that it had been his own sperm that strengthened Bart's claims on
Sean. How come Bart got away with everything?

"So, if you don't have another suggestion, Reed, then I . . . . ."

"No, wait."  Reed would still rather choose than let Bart, and he was
feeling a bit desperate.  "What about Drake? He won't get to do stuff to
Lucas like he wanted, so . . . . . . . well . . . . . . maybe he wouldn't
mind settling with me."

Settling? Holy fuck. Was the kid serious? Drake was all smiles when he
walked up and caressed the slightly younger boy's ass more than
appreciatively. He would 'settle' for this ass any given day of the
week. But the smile slipped a bit. Reed did look like he was in some
pain. Such was the way of the Choosing; Drake knew that. All the same
. . . . . .

He was feeling a bit protective now that he was the selected one.

"Maybe I could just do it in private, later. You know, after he, um,
recovers or something."

"Do it here or step aside, Drake."  Bodie said.

"Don't!"  Reed said, somewhat urgently. He couldn't take much more of the
changing rules and changing roles.

"Don't fuck you?"  Drake asked very quietly. Why was he being so concerned
now? He wouldn't have felt this for Lucas when it came down to it, would
he? But that had been different, right? He had accepted either fate for
Lucas, because fate meant it was OK, right? But here . . . . here the
Bottom picked him. And he couldn't argue that it wasn't a nicer boy or a
nicer butt, either one.

"No."  Reed said, and this was very hard to say.  "Don't step aside,
Drake. Please. I can't let it be Kurt. Please!"

There was no mistaking the pleading in the whispered voice. But there was
the other problem Drake had: Deecy. Neither Peter nor Everett would ever do
anything to Drake no matter how much the boy had enjoyed Lucas' ass --- if
Lucas had been picked. They certainly didn't say anything against Drake for
campaigning lightly for the boy. But Deecy was different.

Deecy looked down at his brother; Reed was too ashamed of what he was
asking to look up. And Deecy realized with a sigh that he was just going to
have to accept certain things. He looked over at Drake.

"Don't you ever just stop doing it and let Kurt have a go at him, Drake."

"I wouldn't."  Drake said. He was being honest.

"I won't ever say or do nothing against you Drake, if you just do that."
Deecy gave in.

"I'll fuck him every day if I have to, Deecy."

Deecy and Reed both groaned at the boy's unfortunate timing for humor; but
it surprisingly made both feel a bit better.

"All right, I'll do him," Drake said.  "And I got plenty of cum to shoot up
his ass. But I wanna ask a favor if I'm gonna have the responsibility of
screwin' Reed all the time."

"And such a hard responsibility that will be," Bodie said sarcastically.

"Oh, it'll definitely be hard," Drake said, cheekily, "All the time."

The boys in the clearing all laughed, and Bodie asked what it was Drake
wanted.

"As long as I'm fucking Reed regular, then Kurt don't get to fuck him at
all. Not Selby nor Carter either. And in exchange, you don't investigate
them any for whatever they did up to this Choosing. And if you do that,
I'll make sure he gets fucked some in public, too."

It was a hard sell. There's plenty of boys who wanted them investigated,
and plenty that just wanted to move it along. The boys in question wanted
in Reed's ass, but Selby, Carter and Evan had already been forbidden thanks
to Hal. So they were surprisingly OK with it.

Kurt just shrugged sullenly. Will's earlier threat still had him unnerved;
at least he had been able to fuck that pleasurable ass once. And it would
always be one of the best fucks in his life.

Deecy cringed with the last part of Drake's guarantee, the part about the
public fuckings, but he was now too drained to fight what seemed to be only
a protection of compromises. And Bodie, as well as many others, was just
tired of all the conditions set on the day.

"Fine, Drake. Get to it, then."  Bodie said, and Deecy just nodded to the
13 year old.

Drake first leaned in and said in a quiet voice, "Look Reed. This is gonna
hurt. I mean, last year Evan was crying by just his third dick. And Ike was
bent over next to me, and he practically cried just having fingers shoved
up there. So . . . . . I guess I just want you to know, it aint just me
being mean. There's no way I can't make this not hurt."

Reed nodded. He understand.

"Thanks, Drake."  Deecy simply said.

But then Drake leaned in even closer, put his arm around the boy, and said
in an even quieter voice, so that only Reed could hear, the warm, moist
breath of his whisper hot on his ears.  "I don't want to embarrass you, but
Reed, I'm gonna fuck you like all the fucking time after this. I mean, I'm
probably always gonna want it, no matter how much Aaron keeps you. And
. . . . . . well . . . . . . I've had a lot of practice with Everett, and a
couple others, and I think I'm a pretty good fucker. So after all this is
over, I'm gonna start fucking you real good. And I mean I'm gonna learn to
fuck you so good we're both gonna cum. Promise."

At the end of that, both boys were hard. And it embarrassed Reed to no end,
but he just couldn't help it.

It was probably a good thing, though, as his hard state kept it from
hurting so much. But it still hurt, from the moment Drake slid in until he
shot a full 13 year old's load deep into the 12 year old bowels. It hurt
enough to make Reed cry, except the acute embarrassment of his dick staying
hard throughout kept him from shedding any tears, and even helped him hold
in his cries of pain. Small things to be thankful for.

The confusing thing was (and poor Reed didn't understand that at his age
and level there were pubertal erections that humiliation alone could make
and keep him hard, irrespective of personal or sexual feelings) every time
that Reed looked under his belly while Drake was carefully fucking his raw
ass and saw, amazed, that his dick was not only still hard, but also
noticed how it still bounced with each inthrust, though different than it
had when it was flaccid, it only seemed to get even stiffer.

Reed was sure every boy there was noticing and talking about his increasing
hard on. The only thing that helped him just not simply pass out from
embarrassment was that Holden was being mounted by his fourth boy at the
same time. And at least some of his friends' and cousins' attentions were
diverted to that, as it was a bit more comical to see Holden mounted by one
of his own agemates, yet one who was still bald and unable to cum. Watching
one 13 year old suffer being fucked publicly by another was a great source
of amusement to the boys, especially when the more boyish boy is on the
bottom.

Holden wasn't consoled by any of this, naturally, and less so that he could
feel the dick stretching him the whole time. While not as big or as thick
as Foster's dick, this one still made its whole length palpable throughout
Holden's anal canal and ass as it continued to run its full length in and
out, eliciting those embarrassing and unintentional grunts from the
unfortunate Bottom boy. Worse, was that Holden knew this boy better than
most, and while not close friends were at least friendly, and he saw him on
an almost daily basis when out to play or in the area.

And now, every single time he saw the boy he would be instantly reminded of
this feeling of an elongated pressure sliding in and out of his muscled
back hole, of being bent over in submission, and being dicked full-length
by the boy. And always, he would see the boy with the possibility of the
certainty that the boy would have one of his first cums deep in Holden's
rectum, none of which would be lost on the boy. Holden cringed at the even
near future 'playground' hyper-embarrassment he could expect.

Finally the boy's voice went an octave and a half higher as he bust his
before now fluidless nut buried to the hilt in the trim yet ample boy ass,
his pelvis jerking and massaging those cheeks to a flattening that
eliminated the quivering they would have had.

A short few moments later, as the boy behind Holden was pulling away and
pulling up his pants and underwear, Drake Mackey began filling Reed's ass
to overflow, at least that's what it felt to the recently fuck-naïve
younger boy. Barely had Drake pulled out than Reed was begging to be
allowed to use the bathroom. This generated laughs all round, as cum enemas
weren't uncommon. Reed was let go to the bathrooms that had been installed
just a few years before, replacing the earlier outhouse and well water set
up that had existed for the previous 75 years.

As he walked away to the embarrassing cheers, trying not to turn red as he
kept his eyes to the ground ---- as if any boy could control how red he
turned with a leaking ass and an almost tip-toed, spread-legged walk to the
bathhouse of shame ---- he heard Bart call out to Foster that he needed to
pick one more boy to fuck Holden, and that this one better be able to load
that nice 13 year old ass full of cum. Reed couldn't figure out, though,
why Bart was going so easy on Holden. Usually the President or the other
Council Members picked boys to fuck and then own the ass of the Bottoms;
but Bart was letting Foster pick every boy to enter Holden. And so far only
Foster owned it outright ---- again, unusual that they would let a friend
and the sponsor who opposed the Bottoming be the owner --- although Holden
still would be a Community Bottom.

Reed shivered at the thought. It was bad enough what he was going to have
to do, or rather, let other boys do to him. He couldn't even stomach
imagining what it would be like to be a Community Bottom. And he didn't
want to think about that. He was already about to lose everything at one
end; he didn't need to lose his minimal breakfast from the top end. As he
stepped carefully into the bathhouse, which was also equipped with a
shower, he heard the news that reinforced his surprised belief that Bart
was deliberately going easy on Holden.

Bart was arguing with the other Council Members. They won the argument. The
next cum to fill Holden would belong to a boy who would share ownership of
that ass --- no restrictions on its use for three years. And since Foster
tricked everyone else and got the mouth and the butt, the next owner would
get the same --- the right to fuck Holden's hole or bring his mouth down on
hard dick and feed him cum, whenever, wherever, however. At least they
still let Foster choose. Now Reed felt like throwing up.

And he did.






"Reed . . . . . . are you OK . . . . . . I mean . . . . . stupid!
. . . . . I mean . . I know you're not ok, like 'OK!' but
. . . . . . . . shit . . . . . . ."  Gabriel Walsh's voice was filtered
under and over the partition to the toilet that Reed had flushed twice
already. Reed was just glad he had managed to hold back the dam in his ass
while he emptied his stomach. Now he was about to flush again after wiping
himself up real well. He just didn't know how to respond to his best
friend.

Reed and Gabriel had been best friends since the boys were 3 and 4,
respectively, so about for the last 9 years. They weren't affectionate,
just close, rough and tumble, and shared everything. Watching Reed go
through this had been very hard for Gabriel - and not the dick sort of
hard, either. He almost felt like he could be in there throwing up with
him; but he also felt that would be a bit selfish, all things considered.

"Thanks for staying, Gabriel."  Reed said when he finally came out. They
both knew Gabriel didn't want to be there; he'd much rather just stayed at
home and pretend that this wasn't happening at the least. Of course, Reed
would love the same; he most certainly didn't want to be there
either. Gabriel didn't know whether to touch the unsteady boy or not. In
the end he did grab Reed's arm to help him out of the guesthouse, but Reed
pulled away at last, thanked his friend and walked out on his own.

There was a little blood when he wiped, but his ass felt like it should be
bleeding profusely. There would, of course, be the down time following the
Choosing in which the newly elected Bottoms were given anywhere from a week
to two weeks to recover and accept their lot before being expected to put
out willingly and with the proper community spirit.

But for now, as Reed walked back out through the cheering boys (it truly
wasn't malicious in intent, as almost every boy there had been there before
and run more or less the same risk of being in his . . . . uh . . . . bare
feet), it still felt like he had a baseball bat shoved up and hanging out
of his ass, from the feeling of being stuffed to the lingering soreness and
pain of having his asshole completely stretched open, all forcing him to
walk stiffly, gingerly, and somewhat bow-legged on partial tip toes, an
exaggerated and almost clown like waddle back to his 'perch,' punctuated by
light moans and groans and squeeks that popped out of his gut and mouth,
despite however much he tried to minimize the show he was inadvertently
putting on.

Gabriel just followed in quiet and anguished commiseration before returning
to his seat. He did not enjoy seeing his best friend deflowered and turned
into a Mackey Bottom.

Like Reed, Gabriel never really entertained the idea of ever using a boy
like that. He just wasn't interested at all. It wasn't that he was sexually
immature. He had a bit more, and darker, pubic hair than Reed, and could
probably cum more than a boy a year or two older, even while his balls were
just slightly plumper than his best friend's (the were just sperm making
machines on a bigger than average scale). His dick was slightly plumper and
about ¾ inch longer than Reed's when erect, although the two had never
actually compared. They just weren't interested.

Gabriel had even started noticing girls and would think about them often,
though not as much as most 13 year old boys in a full up-and-running
puberty. Part of that slight delay was probably just an unconscious effort
to let his best friend, 7 months behind him, catch up to that aspect of
life. And before this, Reed had definitely started to catch up; there had
been that girl at Marshall Fields in the city last month. Without even his
realizing it, Reed's newly developing ability to catch such things moved
his eyes over the girl, up the back curve of that ass, around the soft
cotton of her shirt, up and over those mounds coming out about a full three
inches from her chest, nice round mounds, probably with a taut and pert
nipple at the end, as he wondered what that creamy skin was like underneath
and how it would softly flow around, wondering as his eyes would trace
those darker, round areoles, how big would they be, how dark, how far out
that nipple would . . . . . . . . And then the girl looked over and smiled
at the very cute, but rapidly becoming handsome, boy.

And Reed snapped out of it.

He gave the barest of an embarrassed smile, with an uncertain squint reflex
of one eye and turned away in acute embarrassment, red-faced to follow his
mom through the racks of clothes. Only when he rounded a circular rack of
shirts, and while his mom's back was still to him, could he reach down and
quickly readjust what he was sure was a readily noticeable accusation of
his perverted attention drift. He didn't make too much more of it,
though. He was only 12.

What would he have done if he had known that the 14 year old girl, far from
being sexually experienced herself, still would have lifted or pulled down
any article of clothing for this boy? Knowing Reed, he probably would have
just walked away embarrassed before anything happened. The girl herself had
to walk off after noticing and then thinking about Reed's stare a bit more,
suddenly feeling very hot, turned on and in need of fresh air and a cold
shower. What the hell? What was it about that boy that had just lit her up
sexually?

But now, who knew what affect the current psychological trauma would have
on Reed's developing sexuality. It was true that much of this was mitigated
by the knowledge that almost all the boys here participated with the same
risk and that the Bottoms were seen, even by parents, as filling a vital
and culturally significant role in the Mackey youth community. Still, it
wasn't just his own assaults he had to endure. As he walked back up, Holden
was gripping the log as best he could while 14 year old Wayne Mackey's cock
was pumping him hard and furiously from behind.

It was the biggest dick yet that had slid up Holden's tender and worn-out
anal chute, and you could tell it was stretching him by the whimpering
yelps and gasps that flowed out almost completely unhindered and without
breaks as the bigger dick slammed him in ever increasing need. Soon after
Reed got back, shuddered, and bent himself back over, Wayne let out a
louder yell than Holden and flooded the poor 13 year old's rectum with a
strong donation of sperm and semen.

"Oh . . . sssshhhhhhhhit!!! Thank you, Holden!!!"  Wayne loudly exclaimed,
leaning spent and exhausted over the smaller and younger teen who only
wanted the older boy to pull his now deflating but still thick dick out
from within his anal muscle. And presently Wayne did so, looking down at
the remarkable and beautiful and accommodating and exhilarating ass that he
had been given the joy to fuck (and own). Wayne's enjoyment had been
further enhanced by the near constant stimulation his mind and dick had
been given by the knowledge and then sight of Sean Douglas's ass, non-stop
since he first found out he would own that 12 year old pleasure and get to
fuck it to his heart's content. He needed this relief from that tantalizing
yet-still-to-be-fulfilled promise.

That emotion battled his own inexplicable desire to protect and cherish
same said ass; but this conflict did nothing in the least to relive the
growing need in his balls and dick for an outlet of the increasing sexual
pressures within; and then, all of sudden, there it was. Foster offered up
Holden's ass to the boy, saying he trusted Wayne. And Wayne released what
felt like an entire year's worth of sexual need and frustration onto and
into that boy.

And per that analogy, he looked just as quenched and depleted as you could
expect. He profusely thanked Holden again, stepped off to the side, with
his back to most everyone else, cleaned himself off, tucked himself away,
and went and plopped himself down on the log on the far side of Sean,
completely exhausted. And totally at peace with the universe.

But Bart looked angry. He didn't look happy when Bodie stepped up to make
an announcement. Bart now just wished he had let Holden go. This wasn't how
he had planned things. If only the boy hadn't brought up his brother
Titus. Bart always had conflicting feelings about Titus. On the one hand he
hated his older brother, but he also felt guilty for that hatred and would
not suffer anyone to say anything negative about Titus. He tried to look
upon Titus' life in only the positive terms, even though a deeper part of
him knew the sordid negative side, and felt driven to purify it. Bart liked
rules and believed they existed for order, just as Hal did, but at the same
time he felt compelled to push or mold them, and also to resist anyone else
doing the same. He lived in this conflict daily; but all anyone else saw
was just that he was driven.

This inner conflict was why he always, at almost any given instant, both
fully respected and detested Hal Tucker. The respect, for the most part,
held the reigns. He wished Hal would speak up on this new ruling of the
Council, where Bart found himself in the unusual position of being the only
one to side with Will. But Hal had realized he had overstepped his bounds
enough for one day --- one very momentous day --- and he decided to stay
out of this one. And the 3-2 Council ruling went unopposed.

Bodie stood up and told the boys: "I hope Wayne had his fun, it was well
deserved after what Hal did to him last year; but Wayne was already
compensated for that, Foster, and was given the rights to have unrestricted
access to Sean's tight butthole. He can't have two boys when there are so
many here who would like the chance to have one boy."

With that announcement, most of the boys in the stands cheered, only
Holden's closer friends refrained. What had been fair sport to start with
was wearing on them.

"However, this isn't Wayne's fault," Bodie continued, "He hasn't been
trying to constantly manipulate the process. And we won't punish you
completely, Foster, for doing what I have to respect is quite an amazing
job as a protector or sponsor of a boy in the Choosing. But this isn't just
a playing field for Hal and Bart. So while we are going to let it stand
that Wayne has unrestricted access to Holden's ass for three years, we are
requiring you, Foster, to pick another boy off his back, one who can cum,
and give him the same right of access to Holden's backside."

The cheering from the stands erupted to a fever pitch now, while Foster's
shoulders drooped in defeat and Holden's head fell on to the log. The boy
was just doing all he could not to cry now. Foster sat heavily. His plan
had backfired.

"Sorry, Holden. I thought I knew what I was doing. I just made it worse."

Both boys were quiet a long time, or at least as long as they either dared,
before Bodie just started picking a boy (or boys) to come and do the job.

"No, Foster," Holden finally said. He had to admit this much was true.
"You did incredible. Better than anybody else would have or could have
done. Don't worry . . . . . ."

And here the 13 year old, somewhat raped, boy had to pause. He wasn't sure
that he really wanted to commit himself to this. Especially if it was
something he wouldn't have to suffer, because it sounded like Bodie was
about to change everything. But, no. He would rather make this commitment
than have all the others made for him.

"Foster," Holden continued quietly.  "Pick another boy off the names on my
back. Make sure he can come good, and hopefully don't have too big a
dick. And make sure it aint a boy that's already getting' something off me
or one of the others here, or you'll still have to pick another one. And
Foster?"

"Yeah, Holden?"

"Whatever Bodie changes . . . . . . . you still get everything you want
from me."

"You mean . . . . ."

"Yeah, whatever sex you want, whenever, whatever, all that. My mouth and
butt. The whole time I'm a . . . . . a . . . . . . B- . . . . . a uh
. . . . ."

"Yeah, a Bottom."

"Yeah."

Bodie cleared his throat and asked Foster if he needed help picking another
boy.

"No," Foster said, "Just give me a second to look."

Foster turned around and read the names down Holden's back, a process which
was humiliating for Holden, as it just reminded him what all was on his
back, what it meant, how long that ink would last, and the fact that he
would run a very high risk of his mom and dad seeing it. Although, the fact
that he had been Chosen would certainly get back to them. He couldn't hide
that. Still, just the evidence of it being visible to them was worse. It
was like the difference between your mom knowing that you probably jerked
off to walking in on you naked and going at it. Except this was even more
mortifying. By a factor of about a hundred.

"What about Dalton Havers? He won't be around much now that they've moved."
Foster asked quietly, looking at the last name on the boy's naked back,
although as he did so his eyes continued trailing down and took in the
creamy rise out of that back and the two luscious, naked rumps that formed
it. Foster was getting a serious hard-on again. And he had already cum
twice that morning. And both times inside of Holden. Ooohhh, that just made
him even harder.

"No, Foster! They'll just let him have a go at me and then make you pick
someone else."

"Yeah, you're probably right," the boy admitted, shaking his head to clear
the thoughts of wanting to climb right back on that ass. It was sooooooo
tempting. But he had a job to do for his friend, not in his friend. That
would be later.

"Oh, and Foster, you should know before you pick," Bodie said after another
quick and heated, but quiet, debate among the Council, again with a 3-2
outcome, "Bart and Will did win one concession for Holden. He'll only owe
this next boy (and Wayne, of course, even though Wayne will probably be
busy elsewhere) unlimited access to his ass. That means you, Foster, will
now have the same access as everyone else. You'll only get it within the
rules."

That meant significantly less access than his dick would prefer, but the
head on his shoulders knew that was only fair to Holden, and he nodded an
acknowledgement.

"And the same will go for the oral, since you and Bart snuck that past as
well. He'll blow another boy --- and one who can cum, a lot ---- and owe
that boy unlimited oral service for the next three years. You won't get
any. Unless Holden's just feeling generous."

The boys in the crowd laughed, even as Holden blushed yet more
deeply. Foster just nodded again and said he got it. His dick was very
unhappy, but Foster-the-friend felt a bit more relieved. He looked down at
the names, and once he knew the game, he had it figured out. Foster wasn't
stupid.

"Harry Mackey."

Harry was short for Harrison, not to be confused with the 23 year old uncle
of Holden, and was himself the nephew of Todd Mackey, who had been picked
as a Bottom while living out with the California Mackeys in Alan Beach and
who was much chagrined that the Indian Spring Mackeys were only too happy
to continue the tradition when the family moved to Ohio. Harry, though, had
grown up here and was a pretty nice and easy going guy. He hadn't actually
signed Holden's back; he had signed Lucas'. But a sudden inspiration caused
the switch.

Harry was 15, going to turn 16 at the first of the year, and he could
definitely cum. Harry was, appropriately enough, quite Hairy. Also, he
didn't have any other special offers on the table, so it was unlikely that
they would just let the boy fuck and then make Foster pick another to own
Holden's ass. But that wasn't the beauty of Foster's thought. After a
Mackey boy turned 16, in general, though not always, he may have a burst of
using Bottoms, but that usually rapidly faded out in favor of girls. So a
16 year old was less likely to use Holden's ass, but also less likely to be
accepted by the Council. A 15 year old was close enough for both.

There were four 15 year olds who signed Holden's back. Ford and Harvey,
Jr. were nice guys, but the stress of seeing so many boys fuck their friend
Austin and the fact that Ford never partook and Harvey rarely, might just
mean they would relish the thought of going up that sweet backside even
more. Especially as Holden was 13, not 12, and Ford and Harvey were more
likely to want a boy who was older and could accept what he was supposed to
do. As for the third 15 year old, Dong-Yul, a boy the adults called
'Donnie' and the kids just called 'Dong,' he was just a little too
pro-tradition and pro-Choosing for Foster's comfort. This probably came
from deeper fears of not fitting in, despite half his blood being
Mackey. Besides all that, it just did not seem to be a good sign to pick a
boy everyone called 'Dong.'

That left Micah, who didn't share Grayson's beliefs on Mackeydom. Plus
Micah was way Very Deep Mackey and had more ties to County Mackeys,
Sanders, and Havers than to the Spring Mackeys, thanks to his grandpa
Judah's coop farm with the Sanders and his great uncle's old 'shining
connections. That kept him busy outside the Spring. And more than one rumor
had filtered through to Foster that Micah had a few County girls on the
side that gave him favors. And it was known that the older boys who had
relations with girls would greatly prefer a boy's mouth to his ass. The
problem with Micah was the comment he had made to Holden about Grayson
making sure the boy would get to dump a load into Holden's mouth at the end
of this.

And it could be that he was in the running for the all-mouth access. Which
would mean he would still get to fuck Holden and Foster would STILL have to
pick another boy who could cum. No, that would not work, which was when he
thought about Lucas' fine ass and the first 15 year old to sign up for that
boy's butt.

 "All right, Harry, step up and enjoy your ride," Bodie called out. The
rest of the boys cheered, Foster smiled, and Holden shuddered. He couldn't
still believe that he was actually being fucked --- actually fucked! --- in
front of all these boys, much less one more time. But while Harry was
smiling, he didn't look particularly enthused, this being because Harry
really did want to fuck Lucas' ass --- though he wasn't too sure he would
have the guts to go through with it. For an older boy like Holden, even
though still two years younger than him, what he really would want were
blowjobs. He could definitely get off on blow jobs from the boy.

"You sure you don't want me for the blowjobs part?"  Harry asked, trying to
sound jovial, "Cause that's something I could really go for."

Will caught on to Foster's plan and stood up before any concession could be
made.  "I've had it with all the deals, step up and take your chance, or
sit down and we move on."

"All right, all right, Will," Harry said, still with that amiable smile,
"Don't get your panties in your crack. I'll fuck the boy, if you're just
dying to watch."

He got a good laugh from the boys, but as he walked up to Holden's sore,
used ass, Foster could see the older boy's heart and interest just wasn't
into boy ass. This made Foster smile bigger.

Despite his lack of interest, the sight of 13 year old boy ass to be
fucked, and the thought of that tight, hot, once-virgin hole would give any
boy a steel-hard erection; but once inside, when he heard the younger boy's
whimpers of pain, Harry's dick lost its edge, so much so that he dared not
pull it out more than an inch. But he still declared for everyone to hear
that the boy's ass was HOT and he didn't think he would last in something
that was even tighter than pussy. It got a lot of laughs and a lot of
applause, but it also covered Harry when he faked an early orgasm. He did a
good job, pulling Holden in tight against him, screaming out 'FUCK' and few
other praise/obscenities for what an amazing ass Holden was. The faking
actually gave a bit of a return to Harry's dick, such that the pulling out
made the orgasm even more believable.

Although, Harry grimaced when he did, as pulling out seemed to cause Holden
even more pain that the going in.

"I certainly hope I'm the last for you, Holden."  Harry mumbled.  "I guess
I'm not getting' that blow job. That sure would've been nice."

"Harry," Holden said before the boy walked away, and then quietly as the
boy drew close, "I know what you did. Thanks."

"I really don't have no interest in your ass, Holden; I certainly don't
have an interest in hurting you any. And I don't expect I'll be calling
much on you, if at all. Just don't tell anyone else that, or they'll pick
someone else to fuck you. I know how they are right now."

"Thanks, Harry. Oh, and Harry?"

"Yeah?"

They were still talking low, but this was hard for Holden to say.  But he
owed the boy.

"I'll, um . . . . . . if you still want that . . . . . uh . . . . . I'll
still blow you . . . . . . if you don't tell nobody I did."

Harry just smiled and ruffled Holden's hair and walked away. Five days
later, when Holden's ass was feeling sufficiently recovered to get on his
bike, and while still in his grace period, he rode down to Harry's
place. The 15 year old was with a 14 year old County friend and his
friend's 13 year old little brother. Holden blew all three of them, and
swallowed everything. They in turn, kept their word and never told
anybody. In Holden's whole time as a Bottom, Harry only used his ass for
real twice more.

"OK, before we move on to the blowjobs that all the boys have to give for
their checkmarks . . . . ."

"Hold it, Bodie," Bart interrupted, "You got your way with Holden, but I'm
still the Council President, and I run the Choosing. Don't worry, Holden
will suck his full-access boy before we start the regular blowjobs, and it
will be a boy that can cum."

"Okay, Bart, my mistake," Bodie said with a smile, "The show is all
yours. But you choose the lucky boy, not Foster."

Meanwhile, Foster had bent down and whispered his last plan to Holden.

"Sorry I can't do anything about the boy you'll have to suck, but since
Wayne will be busy with Sean, I'm sure, and Harry aint really interested in
your ass, at least now nobody has any real unrestricted access to your
butthole. Well . . . . except for our little brothers. But that's just
until they turn 12. And as far as whoever they pick for your mouth goes,
well, I guess it's about the same as before, cause, to be honest, Holden, I
mean I know we're friends and close cousins, but . . . . uh . . . . . I was
probably gonna be wantin' your mouth on me a lot. A whole lot. So maybe
you'll luck out on this, too."

Holden nodded his head. In for a penny in for a pound, though? He hated
this, he truly did. But he owed Foster.

"I meant what I said before, Foster."

"You mean . . . . . . ?"

"Yeah . . . . . You should tell Bart."

"Holden, I'm tellin' you, I swear I won't be able to hold back. You don't
know how nice it is fucking your ass, and just the thought of pulling your
mouth down on my . . . . . shit, if you only knew how hard you were making
me, offering me this, Holden . . . . . ."

"Then take it. But I can't tell the Council myself. I . . . . I can't go
that far."

"You shouldn't offer me this, Holden. It's too much."

"I know. And I'm really hoping you don't take the offer. But if you do, I
won't ever hold anything against you. But it's your call."

Foster opened his mouth and closed it again. His knees were almost knocking
from the indecision. And it looked like the proceedings were about to move
on. This just wasn't something that Foster could accept.

"As I was saying," Bart called out, not the least bit appreciative of
Bodie's last comment.

"Hey, Bart?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"Um . . . . . . ."

"What is it, Foster?"

"Uh . . . shit . . . . um . . . . . Holden . . . . . . said I could still
have his mouth and ass. No restrictions. If you guys agreed."

A collective shock was mumbled and gasped about among the boys. This was
completely unexpected, and Holden's head sunk a bit lower in somewhat
dejection.

"Is this true, Holden?"  Bart asked the boy. He didn't really know what to
make of this.

But Holden croaked out, "Yes, sir. It's true."

He didn't know why he added the 'sir'. The situation just seemed to call
for it. Bart queried both boys again to be sure that Foster wasn't tricking
Holden. This time it was Will who spoke up:

"You're aware Foster will get his rights with no restrictions at all on
your mouth AND your ass, save that he has to wash before going from butt to
mouth, and no complaints from you, for three whole years, Holden?"

Holden nodded his head. He felt like throwing up.

"OK, Foster," Bart said unceremoniously, "He's all yours for however you
want to use him. It's irrevocable."

Both boys gulped at the enormity of what each had done. Three years was
like permanence to a boy.

What the hell had he just done??  Both boys were near to passing out at the
thought of this change.

"Moving along then," Bart continued, though with a diminished interest than
he had had before in the proceedings, "I will pick the boy to feed Holden
some Mackey sperm, for today, and then unrestricted rights on blow jobs for
three whole years!"

A cheer went up from the boys and the shudder that went through Holden was
so pronounced it almost knocked him off balance.

"I guess the only restriction would be the other boy will have to wait his
turn whenever Holden's down on Foster's dick getting his creamy treat."
Bart continued, even as the butterflies multiplied in Holden's stomach,
despite the knots being tied in the same.

Bart surveyed the boys, most of whom definitely wanted to be picked.  "For
the three year blow job package . . . . . if you raise your hands you're
disqualified . . . . . . I pick . . . . . . ."

"Me!!"  A voice rose up from the crowd.

That wasn't expected. And it became very quiet, as one boy stood. A bit
unsteady on his feet, and even more unsteady as he stepped down from the
bleachers and limped over to Bart.

"Fisher? When I said 'don't raise your hands', I kind of meant the whole
body, too. This disqualifies you. And besides, I don't think you make the
amount of cum that the Council wants to see Holden swallowing."

"But I can make some! And with both me and Foster doing it, he'll be
swallowing a lot!"

Bart smiled. The boy was deluded, but he respected the insistent
persistence.

"I'm sure you can shoot at least something by now, Fisher, but I really
wouldn't expect this from you."

"Why? Because I'm less of a boy now? I cant play ball or do a bunch of
other stuff cause of the polio, and so you think I couldn't do this stuff
either?"

"No." Bart said, although there was a bit of that in the reason. He almost
said it was because he didn't think that Fisher had the personality to
force someone to do this kind of stuff; but that thought was snuffed out by
his ego, refusing to let his subconscious insinuate that any of this was
anything other than good tradition and harmless fun and bond-building.
"It's not that . . . . . it's just . . . . ."

"I'm not diseased!!"  Fisher nearly shouted in frustration.

"Fish, you have polio!"  A boy from the stands countered back.

"I HAD polio!!"  Again Fisher was exasperated. He was tired of being the
outcast over the last year. Only Gabriel Walsh ever really hung out with
him, and that was just because they were closer cousins by blood. He
perpetually felt bad about holding back Gabriel and Reed from the things
they always wanted to do. Maybe if he had this position over a boy, if it
were known, maybe the other boys would start to see him like a real boy
again, like the old Fisher was.

"I asked the doctor," Fisher said, "and he said if I shot my stuff into a
mouth or a . . . . . a pussy . . . . ."

He faltered a bit on the last word, embarrassed to say it aloud before so
many boys.

"Wait, you actually ASKED a doctor THAT??"  Another boy exclaimed in
surprise, but they were all thinking it.

"Yes. And he said I didn't have any more of the virus in me and I couldn't
spread it. And even if I did have it, it wouldn't come out in my
. . . . . stuff . . . . you know, from my thing."

Bart shook his head. This was too surreal.

"Well, Fisher, I'm afraid you'll still have to show this 'thing' to prove
you're even in the running."

There was the catch for the boy --- the perfect way to get him to shut up
and retake his seat. Everyone knew that Fisher had gone from being a
regular Mackey boy at the creek before he got sick to being obsessively
modest afterward --- especially below the waist.

"This cause I'm a cripple?"  The boy asked, close to the verge of tears. It
had all just come to a head now.  "It still works you know! Just because
. . . my . . . . . legs . . . don't . . . . ."

His voice was trailing off in embarrassment, and more than just a few boys
were feeling the same. They were ashamed at having to see Fisher go through
this, mostly because they had all spent the last year avoiding the issue at
all --- and many unintentionally, or otherwise, just avoiding the boy.

"I'm sure it works, Fisher, but we have to be sure it cums. We just need to
see how much hair you have."

"And the size of your balls," Bodie added indelicately.

One boy started to laugh out loud but was punched in the arm by two others
standing nearby. Fisher realized this was unavoidable, either that or sit
down, as all the boys' attentions were now on him, despite their trying to
look elsewhere. Or at least they were trying to try to look elsewhere.

"Fine."  He mumbled and attempted to undo his belt and top button, but he
was so incredibly embarrassed that all the blood was rushing to his head
and face and made his vision somewhat blurry. His fumbling just made the
awkwardness all the more keen, and several of the boys shifted
uncomfortably in their seats. It wasn't his penis and testicles,
ironically, which had Fisher embarrassed. He could care less about that; it
was just the proximity to his legs, the chance that even a portion of his
upper leg would be seen, even though nothing still would be seen of his
deformity, but the exaggerated grotesqueness in his mind of how he was now
different, how he was no longer all boy, just to have any part of his leg
exposed was that painful to him, that mortifying.

He had to draw on more courage than most of the boys on the line. But he
needed this affirmation, this assignment of ownership that he would get if
picked to blow his still-young load into Holden's mouth.

Several more of the older and more thoughtful boys headed off any remarks
that might come out of the few boys starting to smirk, like when 18 year
old Branson leaned forward and whispered into 13-year-old Evan's ear: "Any
shitty remarks come out of your mouth, and me and Casey are gonna find
three or four of the bigger boys, take you out behind my house where no-one
will hear you scream, and fuck your asshole, Bottom boy, until it literally
falls off."

Carter overheard the fully-intended warning and wisely kept his own remarks
inside his own head. A lot of those Very Deep Mackeys were economical,
meaning they would only say something once, and they didn't say things that
they didn't fully and completely intend to do. Hell, they might not even
say it. Just do it.

Finally, Fisher got the armory of his buckle, button and zipper undone and
pulled the front of his briefs down and under his drawn-up ballsack. It
wasn't impressive, but he did have a few hairs. A few. Maybe more than
Reed, although the 12-year-old Bottom's balls were easily bigger than those
on Fisher.

"Yeah, we were looking for a boy whose balls were already in puberty,
Fisher," Grayson said in a lazy mock-disappointment tone, causing the young
boy to turn even redder and release the briefs back over his package.
"This prize goes to a boy with bigger balls than an 11 year old."

If Grayson thought he might get a laugh, he was wrong. It was Grayson's
little brother Micah who yelled out first:

"He's got bigger balls than you Grayson to stand up there like that!"

THAT got some laughs, and was seconded almost immediately by six or seven
boys.

"I'm just saying it needs to be a boy that can feed our delinquent Bottom
some real manjuice."  Grayson defended himself.

"Are you an expert, Grayson, on manjuice? You've tried a bunch of that,
then?"

Again more laughs, but Grayson wasn't sure who yelled that one out. He
didn't look happy, although Bart was now smiling. Served Grayson right for
turning his loyalty away in the last few votes.

"Quit being an asshole and let Fisher have his fun!"  Sammy Hardin called
out. The 16 year old was part of the 5th Kinset, being one of the grandsons
of Beth Ann Mackey, and he and a few others from that area got Bodie's
attention.

After even more boys took up the cheer, Grayson gave in to inevitability,
and Bart told Fisher to go have his fun. But that made Fisher even more
fearful --- what had he just done? Could he even do this in front of 60 or
70 or so boys watching? Even more mortifying was the fact that his limp
always got worse when he people were watching him; it was as though the few
working nerves in his semi-withered leg were just not cooperating.

But this, this was different. They were actually cheering him! Fisher felt
better, more a boy and less an object of pity than he had in over a
year. His walk over to Holden was now a triumphal walk; and the boy felt a
different kind of embarrassment, a more natural one, a somewhat
good-feeling one.

"Sorry, Holden," Fisher said as he sat on the log before the boy, "But I
. . . . . I . . . . need this."

"Yeah, whatever."  Holden was resigned to what he had to do, but he wasn't
going to resign himself to any belief on Fisher or anyone else's part that
this was OK.

"When you get it out Holden, please don't pull anything down, like my pants
or anything."

Holden sighed. His patience with this had run out. If such a thing could
ever be imagined that anyone would have had any patience up to this point,
but the sexual circus had worn down all his reserves. He no energy to
sympathize, even for his own good.

"Just maybe only pull out my thing without opening too much," Fisher
pleaded, although clearly nervous even to do so.  "Please."

"Well, why don't you take it out then, Fisher!"  Holden exclaimed
exasperated, fortunately for himself in not too loud a voice, as the very
next thing caught his attention, no doubt:

"SMMAACCKK!!"

Holden jolted forward from the surprise, but too shocked to yelp. Foster
had just smacked his ass!! Hard!! And then the boy leaned down and
whispered in Holden's ear:

"Don't get snotty. I don't like seeing you get into more trouble," Foster
said, clearly not happy. He had worked too hard to minimize Holden's
trouble, and he wasn't going to watch it sabotaged at the end, even if his
efforts were partial failures in protection. Besides, Fisher was a nice
kid.  "And if you aren't real nice to Fisher, I'll ask Bart myself to put
another checkmark on your back. And you are probably already awfully close
to the Magic Number."

Foster? Foster would get him marked again?? That jolt of fear put a bit
more energy in him, enough to remember his precarious position.

"Sorry, Fisher. Look, I'll do it however you want. It's your blowjob."

"You'll actually swallow everything, or do I have to pull out?"

"No Fish, I'll swallow all your . . . . . . I'll . . . . . . agh."  Holden
took another deep breath.  "When your ready to shoot, just let it go, I'll
swallow all your . . . . sperm, and stuff."

And with that he had carefully pulled the dick out of the fly, tried not to
think about the possibility of getting some dangerous infection from the
boy, and lowered his mouth and took it in, and gave the boy the best suck
he knew how, given it was only his second ever, and only an hour or so
after the first. But Fisher wouldn't know if it was anything less than an
incredible blowjob, as it was his first ever, and it was even better than
he had imagined such a thing could be. He was blasting the hardest cum of
his young life in no time at all. And true to his word, Holden took it all
in and swallowed the slimy loads down as they erupted warm across his
tongue.

"Oh wow . . . . . . oh man . . . . . . oh wow . . . . ."  Fisher was stuck
in his post orgasmic confusion. He couldn't believe he had just gotten
that. Couldn't believe Holden had just swallowed that down. That was
absolutely disgusting for a boy to do that ---- and Fisher couldn't imagine
anything sexier or more climatic happening to him at this point in his
life. He definitely wanted more of those ; and both he and Holden let out
groans when they next heard Bart --- one boy groaning in despair and one in
anticipated future orgasms.

"Congratulations, Fisher. You just got yourself free blowjobs whenever you
want them for three years. Now all boys on the line stand up and face the
audience! No covering up."

All eight boys did as they were told, and boys being boys, after a whole
day's nakedness and being the subjects of sexual talk and onslaught, each
had either an erection or a semi on the way to becoming one, now that a new
embarrassment was upon them. Most had not even noticed that they had been
mostly hard until now. Recognition only made all eight of them all the
harder.

"Oh and Holden."  Bodie added for fun, "Don't forget Foster gets those
unrestricted blowjobs, too, remember? And they both have every right to
expect you to anticipate when they want another one and to not have to be
asked."

Fisher was too nervous now to smile about that last part, and Foster was
ashamed to let Holden see his smile, but Holden's mouth dropped open
hearing that he would be expected to seek out the boys on his own to blow
them.

"Hey, look, Holden's got his mouth wide open, he must really want another
dick in it."  Some Mackey boy from the stands hollered out.

A lot of the boys laughed, and Bart called out to the reddened, erect,
slightly trembling 13 year old, "Then by all means, Holden, drop to your
knees and let's get you started on some dick."

The whooping and hollering for this part of the show was almost deafening,
as Holden's eyes got even larger at this new shock. Nevertheless, he
automatically and dumbly dropped first to one knee and then the next, still
actually too dumfounded to close his mouth. Right here? Right in front of
everyone? He knew he had the five checks on him . . . . . . but
. . . . . .?

Now?  Was it already time for that now? And right here??

In front of everyone?? The toughts echoed again in his head.

Somehow this was even worse than getting fucked. At least getting screwed
he wasn't facing the guys doing that filthy stuff to him. And he didn't
have to face the audience when he blew Foster or Fisher. Hell, Fisher was
even obstructed from everyone's view.  At least with the fucks, Holden
could try to pretend. A poor try. But at least he could try to ignore that
there was an audience. But here they would be gathered around him, cheering
him, watching him go down on dick after dick, watching him suck ---
actually suck, not just words, that. Watching the other boy hit his nut,
knowing it was pouring fully into Holden's mouth --- Sperm, gallons of
Sperm, other boys' Sperm ---- and watching him swallow it all.

This was horrible

His pecans were still hanging low in his nutsack, but his plump wavering 4
½ inches were jutting strongly and unabashed - unfortunately - out of his
semi-tightly curled patch of soft dusty brown hairs. The wind just caught
brown, wavy curls of hair on his head and ruffled them a bit further, as if
to pronounce to everyone the degree of all-boy that he was. And the first
teen stepped up to claim the kneeling 13 year old's mouth and inserted the
first inch of five hard spaces of hot, rigid flesh, easing it in, slow and
sure.

It had been a few weeks since 15 year old Ford Sanders had had any touch
other than his own on his hard member, and three days since he had touched
it himself, other than a simple wash in the shower; so this slide into a
warm, somewhat unwilling-but-willing, almost-virgin felt better than any he
could remember, and he 'aahhhhh'd all the way through the first three
inches inward. Ford wrapped his fingers through the hair and around the
head of Holden and slowly began to mouth fuck the boy, taking control of
the blowjob.

It was a move that Holden wasn't expecting, but there wasn't much he could
do to argue; he was just trying to adjust to the bigger width of Ford's
penis that he couldn't give too much over to the fear and embarrassment of
an older boy taking full opportunities with his oral cavity, all while
cheered on by other boys. But this quickly came back to mind. Poor Holden
didn't know what to do with his hands while Ford rocked his dick in and out
of the mouth. He was struggling to keep up with the changing fullness
versus depth, and he was needing some sort of physical balance --- he
certainly couldn't hope for any psychic balance from this.

Holden had no choice but to balance himself by putting his hands up on
Ford's hips, except the motion directed by the older boy necessitated that
Holden move his hands farther around the hips, such that his fingers
unintentionally went over and across the boy's now flexing buttocks. There
was still a layer of denim and cotton underwear between his fingers and the
increasing quiver of the active asscheeks, and he was forced more or less
to hold on tighter for the ride; but that movement of his generated a loud
cacophony of cheers and hooting from the boys, all calling out:

"Yeah! You go for it, Holden!"

"Way to go, Holden!"

"Atta boy!!"

"Look at Holden! He's gettin' off on this!"

And so on it went. But fortunately or not fortunately, Holden may have had
to endure the humiliation and memories for life, but he didn't have to
endure Ford's cock for much longer, plunging even deeper within his moist
hotness, a moist cave that very soon became flooded with a different
nature, the nature of a boy. Holden felt those flexing cheeks spasm hard
under his squeezing fingers before he even felt the last jolts of dick deep
inside, and then came spurt after spurt of even more mature sperm than
Foster could fire within.

It could go without saying, but Ford backed out of that red-faced, coughing
13-year-old's face well satisfied, as anyone could see from the smile on
his face while zipping up . He gave his friend Harvey a side-five as he
walked away:

"You're up, Harvey."

Ford's first cousin, 15 year old Harvey Sanders, smiled big as he walked
up, already unzipping his fly, as Holden stared in shocked amazement. He
knew, theoretically, that he had to suck 5 cocks, but he couldn't believe
that what just happened was actually continuing, and that it was on these
bigger adolescent dicks. And it got worse.

Harvey dropped his Levi's jeans and Sears white briefs lower than Ford had,
and fully expected Holden to grab a hold of his naked asscheeks and really
give him a good, active squeeze while he was sliding in and out and
enjoying himself, and he told Holden just that. The naked kneeling boy
would get no intercession from this crowd of boys, however as they cheered
Harvey's approach to the whole blowjob.

Holden did as he was told, and before Harvey came he could only be thankful
that the boy was a bit thinner in the dick than Ford, didn't try to go
deep, and apparently really liked the ass squeezing, as he was soon cumming
loads into Holden's mouth. In this aspect, it wasn't so pleasant, as Harvey
could shoot one and a half times as much as Ford.

Holden was getting better at swallowing sperm and larger loads of cum,
because he hardly coughed at all when Harvey pulled out and was
done. Although he had to keep swallowing, as despite the amount of fluid he
had been given by the last four boys to drink, he felt like he still had
something to swallow. And he was preoccupied thus when the next boy stepped
up.

Like Ford and Harvey, Mark was also a Sanders and had also written his name
on Holden's back, but unlike the other two, he let Holden take the lead in
giving the blowjob. And since he was 13, he was also a bit smaller than the
previous two. At first, Holden was very thankful for the boy's
allowance. But then he had a conflict as he went up and down, running his
tongue under and around the big helmeted head, and sliding down the cock as
he gave a light suction. This active method, especially on someone his own
age, was ultimately much more degrading.

And much more entertaining for the boys watching.

And then, halfway through blowing Mark, he was given something of a break,
as Bart announced that they would start another boy off on giving a
'checkmark blowjob'. At first, Holden was glad to hear this news, as it
meant he would have fewer boys watching and less scrutiny of his own
demeaning literal and social position.

But then, like the blowjob he was giving, this windfall also turned sour.

It was Sean they were going to make kneel next to his friend Holden and
open his mouth and take in dick at the Council President's choosing. And
Bart's first choice was 14 year old Corey Garvin.

Corey was a nice enough kid and the only non-blooded Mackey at the
choosing, after being opted in to the clan when he had surprisingly shown
up to support his Mackey best friend, Irvin, and then voluntarily, and
without a word, walked right up and bent over the space right next to
him. He was a good looker for sure, his dark hair and crinkled smile lifted
one corner of his mouth higher than the other and brought some extra
attention to the very light freckles just under the twinkling eyes. The boy
could turn any girl's head, though he would soon begin to have eyes only
for Irvin's own sister.

At the moment he was sliding his very firm and straight boyhood deep into
Sean's mouth and sliding in and out to meet the young boy's inexpert
sucking, tonguing and gulping. And it was a good thing that Sean had
experienced swallowing a boy's cum with Frankie, because Corey Garvin was
soon feeding him twice as much of the thick, slimy protein. And for Holden
this just made everything four times as worse. He was not only feeling
guilty for what Sean was having to do, but also having to swallow another
load of his own, although from Sean's gulping, it sounded like Corey could
be pouring more cum down his throat than Mark Sanders was sending down
Holden's.

And they weren't the only ones gulping down at that moment. Jake was just
finishing off Emerson's trigger happy dick, with Frankie's 14 year old
brother Gus already lined up and ready to take action in the miserable
boy's mouth. Lively and energetic Cain was busy almost literally sucking
the juice right out of 14 year old Jasper Jacob's dick, something the older
boy was still finding quite unexpected but fairly certain that he was going
to revisit. Cain was the only one to pick out his first dick. He asked his
first cousin and fellow inductee, Stephen:

"Hey Stephen, can I suck Jasper?"

Jasper was Stephen's older brother and protector during the Choosing.

"What? Are you sure? I mean, you want to?"

Cain just shrugged.  "I gotta go down on somebody. I've seen Jasper
naked. He's got a nice dick."

"Well, actually you gotta go down on three somebodies, Cain. But you sure
you wanna do my own brother?"

"Yeah, pretty sure."

"Well . . . . . . okay . . . . guess you should ask Jasper, though."

Jasper had, of course, been following this short conversation and was a bit
shocked. But a bit intrigued.

"So can I, Jasper?"

"Uh . . . . . . Yeah. Okay, Cain."  Jasper was still a bit bewildered, but
when he looked up at Bart, who had been watching this as well, the council
president just rolled his eyes to say that he didn't care and that he
wasn't even going to pretend to understand Cain. So Jasper then stepped up
and unzipped. Stephen looked the other way as his older brother pulled out
his hardening teen manhood and directed it into the mouth of his cousin,
letting out a small sigh as the wet warmth encompassed it and began to feed
upon it.

Jasper gave Cain his first ever serving of warm, rich semen, and the boy
eagerly swallowed it down and kept sucking for more, not quite the same as
poor Jake struggling to swallow Gus' thick juices or Corey, who was
actively trying to subdue his gag reflex as Luke Corbin slid in deep and
pumped his throat with a protein shake. Luke even kept going longer than
most boys, not wanting to leave the near-virgin cavity. Eventually, though,
he pulled out and thanked Colin Sanders for letting him use his little
brother, and Colin, in turn congratulated Corey on fulfilling the last
requirements of manhood, at least as far as the Mackey brotherhood was
concerned. The boy was completely done with his part in the Choosing, and
he never had to take anyone up the ass or down the throat again.

But Colin, however, was still struggling to hide his steel-hard erection.

On the next round, Bart thought it would be fun to line the boys up and put
them in the center of the clearing, Jake for his third and last blow, Cain
for his second, Holden for his fourth, and Sean for his second and last
one. Jake was already due to give Clifton a job and the older boy was
already lined up, zip down, and thumb in the waistband of his underwear,
ready to feed poor Jake his biggest dick yet. The brothers 15-year-old
Jason and 14-year-old Ryan Mackey were offered the young mouths of Cain
Jacobs and Sean Dawson respectively. The surprise came when 16 year old
Carter Mackey was offered a turn. Carter's popularity was on the wane with
the other boys, but Bart still felt he owed something to the boy. Carter
might not be able to mess with Reed or Holden or Sean's ass, thanks to Hal
and Foster, but no-one had excluded him from Holden's mouth.

The four older boys got in a line together and at the same moment eased
their hard, bigger dicks into through the parted lips before them, none
enjoying this as much as Carter Mackey. He was pumped already with sadistic
pleasure, and now he got to pump Holden's mouth for sexual pleasure. And
pump him he did, nearly gagging the boy with dick, unlike the other three
older boys who were reining in their temptations to set a pace and instead
let the inexperienced mouths try to bring them off on their own.

It was no wonder that Carter Mackey finished first, spewing a hot load down
the unwilling throat of the defeated Holden, causing the boy to choke and
cough as Carter finally pulled out. To add insult to injury, as Holden
sputtered and coughed, still trying to swallow so that he would not be
accused of spitting out Carter's load, Cater left his dick and balls out,
right in front of the humiliated boy, still wet and dripping occasional
ooze. He even ran his hands through Holden's soft wavy hair and kept the
boy from pulling away. But Holden knew better. He couldn't give this cretin
any opportunity for a redo. He stayed where he was, his face mere
millimeters from the semi-hard tool just finished with its sanctioned rape
of his mouth. He barely flinched when the still slick dickhead wiped ever
so slightly across his mouth. The unintended 'kiss' gave Carter's dick a
sudden lurch upward, leaving a swatch of slimed post-cum ooze across the
upper lip and under-nose of Holden.

"Holden," Grayson called out, "I don't think Carter's quite done. Better
take him back into your mouth and see what you can get out of him."

A few of the boys laughed, but Holden didn't react at all, except to
immediately lean in an inch or two and take the boy's dickhead back into
his mouth, gently suck it to get the blood flowing freely back into
Carter's dick, lengthening it to where Holden could now suck in two inches
and now three and soon inches of fully hardened dick, eliciting gasps and
moans from its owner. Carter was mildly surprised he could go again this
quickly after firing into Holden's mouth, and mildly surprised that the boy
would do such a gentle, yet thorough, and amazingly good job. But mostly
his thoughts were becoming lost to the reactivation of his hard dick and
the warm feeling of a wet mouth and a muscular tongue going down everything
sensitive with which a boy could possibly identify.

The brothers Jason and Ryan finished approximately the same time, sending
their respective loads into the mouths of Cain and Sean. Clifton meanwhile
was still working the mouth of Jake Mackey, as the boy had tired after
three previous blowjobs (including Frankie, which did not count toward his
checkmarks) and the general stress of the day. Clifton had to do more of
the work. That, combined with the fact that he had earlier shot a load in
the bathroom (as had a LOT of the other boys during such a prolonged,
sexually charged day) meant the boy was longer in getting his nut in Jake's
mouth. Though he finally did, after a few more minutes, and he flooded Jake
Mackey's oral cavity with an abundance of what Jake sincerely hoped would
be the last sperm he ever had to swallow down.

Clifton gave out with a grunted yell that gave no doubt what was headed
down the pike, or up it, and into Jake's waiting mouth. The wider opening
of the younger boy's eyes and his concentrated and rapid swallowing spelled
it out as well. On the other hand, the crowd of boys had been treated to a
regular symphony of moans and aborted cries and other sounds from Carter,
who several times was lifted clear up to his toes, as Holden worked the
boy's dick good with his mouth and tongue, his hands alternately gripping
nuts and thighs and asscheeks, as he tried his absolute hardest to give
what could possibly be a mind blowing blowjob.

As much as he hated his mildly distant cousin at the moment and as much as
part of his mind just wanted to bite the dick off, the survival nature came
through. He did not want to repeat this one. So he better make it amazing.

And he did.

Carter's vindictiveness was all gone and nothing remained but the very
essence of boy getting a nut as he joyously and with an exhalative orgasmic
yell, fired volley after volley of spunk and happiness into his receiving
cousin's mouth. And for his part, as the offering kept coming, Holden would
swallow it down and continue to provide a sucking and all enveloping warmth
and welcome to the hard prong running back and forth over his tongue in its
short and sure, but gentler this time, in and out thrusts.

And soon Carter was as spent as any boy out there could possibly be as he
slipped from Holden's mouth and said a true and genuine, very heartfelt
thanks to his adept cocksucker, though suddenly regretful that he had ever
been an ass, as somewhere inside him knew that he never again, from girl or
boy, would ever receive a blowjob like that one. And he was right. While
still trying to catch his breath and still leaving his slowly diminishing
semi in Holden's face (although this time out of post-climatic shock than
any kind of spite), Carter looked down at the soft hair on the head below
him. Holden was also catching his breath, staring again at that very
leisurely retreating beast that had now claimed his mouth twice. In a row.

"Holden," Carter said, again sincerely, and this time more quietly, "Is
there any way I can ever get another one of those??"

"No. I don't so, Carter."  It was a quiet, soft, but eternal, rebuff.

"Yeah. I understand," came the quiet and fatalistic response, as Carter
pulled up his underwear, tucked everything away, zipped up and turned to go
back home. There wasn't anything else spurring him to stay-on for the
conclusion of the Choosing.

"Well, Holden," Bart boomed out cheerfully, "That was certainly impressive,
doesn't everyone else think so?"

A huge cheer went up, making Holden feel like he was the only out there.

"Actually, all four of these boys did well. Another round of applause for
the eager young mouths!!"

And another round of applause went up.

"Jake, Sean, you're done for now. But until the official end of the
ceremony, how about you go back to your posts and show the audiences those
nice Mackey asses that everyone will be missing out on. Well, most everyone
in your case, Sean. Corey, turn back around and put that well-fucked ass
back on display. Damien worked hard on that slippery hole to get it ready
for the rest of us. It's a shame we won't get to use it. But you might as
well show it off now; show everyone the progress that 6 inches of hard
Mackey meat made up that ass. Same with the rest of you, except you two."

Bart was now looking at Cain and Holden. Both of whom had one last blow job
to give. He was about to say something when Cain, kneeling on the ground
before him, naked as a jaybird with his own dick hard and wagging as he
tried to get Bart's attention.

"Yes, Cain? At the risk of your getting yet another checkmark, what is it?"

"Can I pick the next guy I suck?"

Cain wasn't gay, or at least he never seemed that way, but he sure had more
energy and (interest?) than any other naked boy on the line.

Bart sighed and pulled out the marker.  "Sure. Pick two."

"Aw, man."  Cain complained lightly as he got yet another check.

"You want a fifth check?"

"No, sir!"

"Then no more complaints or interruptions. So who do you want to suck so
badly?"

Quite a few of the boys laughed as Bart asked this. Cain wasn't so sure he
liked it being put that way. Although, if he had to answer that truthfully,
he really would have liked sucking Holden, except for the fact that a)
Holden never would have been interested or up for it and b) Holden was a
little unavailable at the moment.

What he was thinking of was that he also would have loved to suck Jehu
Havers, very, very much so. That would be a lot of fun and pretty
interesting, as far as Cain was concerned. Either him or his brother
Sampson who he heard had a really FAT dick. But mostly Jehu. Although now,
if they hadn't moved already, he could have sucked them both; but the last
of the Havers, except Lake, were all moved away.

Then he remembered, even though Jehu was gone, at least two of his cousins
were visiting. Dalton was only a few months older than Cain, but Cole was
hot, even if his well-shaped butt had been used by numerous Mackeys. Maybe
they would be fun.

Cain had a strange mind, and drifted on the ADHD, hypersexual side, or at
least was starting to.

"How about Dalton and Cole Havers?"  Cain asked.

"So you want a little brother-by-brother comparison there, Cole?"

"Just thought they might be fun."

"Fun? Hmm. All right. See what you get out of them. Cole, Dalton, you two
up for this one?"

"Well, if not, I'm pretty sure he can get us up," Cole answered.  "Cain,
why don't you come over here and see what me and Dalton can do for you."

The boys pulled Cain off to the side, away from the main crowds of
boys. Nobody minded; everyone knew that Holden's last suck was the main
event of the moment. And so far, Bart had held Reed out for both of his
blowjobs, sort of an icing on the cake. Not only did the boy have the best
ass for fucking most of them had ever seen, but that country drawl of his,
his slow and easy way of talking, made his mouth almost as delectable and
desirable a sex toy. More than a few dozen boys would line up for that
mouth, and many more would be happy enough to watch the boy slide down a
hard dick. Cain would be a fun boy in the sack, but Reed was 'Best in
Show'.

Before Reed was brought forward, however, there was one more
highlight. Bart looked down at the naked 13-year-old Holden, kneeling by
himself humbled before his cousins, his soft, dusty brown pubic hairs
attesting to his being slightly out of place at this ceremony. Holden was
more resigned than distraught, now; but even still he was dreading what
would come next. Another blowjob. He couldn't do that enough times not to
still feel dread for the next one.

""Well, Holden," Bart exclaimed with a broad smile, "Tell us who it is that
you have always been anxious to suck! Now that you have the perfect
opportunity to ask him for that special honor!"

All the boys, predictably, cheered both this joke and the recognition that
Holden was going to have to actually pick and ASK a boy to let him suck his
dick. This was too good.

Holden looked around. He knew that it would have to be someone who could
cum. That was a given. And for his own sake, he didn't care if they did
wash themselves real good in the bathhouse, it couldn't be someone who
already fucked. And they also wouldn't allow a boy, probably, who had
already been sucked off. He would have preferred Jason or Ryan, but both of
those options were out now. And he wanted to avoid choosing anyone who he
was too closely related to. As well as avoid choosing someone who was just
an ass.

He could choose another Bottom. After all, they let Cain pick Cole, right?
Unless that was a special exception. He could pick Austin Mackey; Austin
was a nice guy, and Holden felt sorry for him because, like Reed, a lot of
guys thought Austin had a truly hot ass. That meant poor Austin had been
used and abused like crazy in the two years since he had been
Bottomized. The biggest problem was that Austin hung around Ford and
Harvey; the three of them were good friends. It would be just too weird
knowing he had actually blown all three of them. Austin was out.

Everett. Everett Reed. Also a nice guy, also had his share of troubles as a
Bottom, which essentially is just the fact that he was a Bottom. What could
be more troubling? And he was good to his little brother. In fact, if it
wasn't for Everett and Branton, then Lucas would be kneeling where Holden
was now, or at least, he would have been the one fucked so many times.

Hmmm.

OK, so Everett was out.

Come to think of it, he wasn't so sure he wanted to suck another Bottom
anyway (he cringed as he realized he was already using the descriptor
"another" in his own thoughts); it would just be a stronger connection to
this horrid reality. And Everett was 15; Holden was done with sucking 15
and 16 year olds. He hoped. But he didn't want to suck anyone his own
age. And definitely not anyone younger.

Holden sighed. He didn't really want to suck anyone at all. Not a boy. Not
a boy's dick. He didn't want eat cum. He didn't want to swallow another
boy's sperms. He didn't . . .

About this point, which wasn't as long as it felt in his mind, Bart
uncapped the marker, a subtle and harrowing minder that he either choose
quickly (and correctly) or get yet another checkmark, which would put him a
lot of danger when they figured up the magic number. He looked around again
and saw the obvious answer. Of course. He had noticed that bulge and
troubled look earlier.

"I have an answer."  Holden said, simply.

"Great. Care to tell us?"

It was something of a trap. He realized that. He had to say it
correctly. And loud enough for everyone to hear it. And make it sound
convincing.

"I would really like to suck Colin Sanders dick!"  These weren't words
Holden Mackey used regularly.

"How badly do want that dick, Holden?"  Bodie was having fun with
this. Holden couldn't let it get to him. He knew it was Bodie's way of
reminding him that this day was for everyone. A look on Bart's face showed
he was surprisingly less enthused by the banter.

"Bad enough that if I can't suck it right now, I'm gonna ask him to come
over afterward and let me have a go on it."

He was trying not to sweat this or flush bright red. But that was very
difficult. It helped that out of the corner of his eye he saw his cousin
Will flash him a subtle nod and an inconspicuous thumbs-up. He had had the
right idea. But Bodie was still going to have some fun.

"Wow, you're really hard for that dick, huh, Holden?"

That was about when Holden realized that talking like his had caused the
start of an early erection, and of course the knowledge of that only
hurried it along. Holden couldn't help but blush now. But he had to play
along, although he could choose his words.

"Yeah, I got it bad."

At least now some of the boys were laughing with him, and not at
him. Unless he was so far into this that his mind was just becoming twisted
into thinking that way.

"Well, if you're that hot for Colin's dick, I bet he sure would like to
slide into your butt. From what we're hearing, it's a pretty nice ride."

"Actually, I really would like to feel it back there, going in and out and
all. Be pretty neat, except I'm kinda sore right now, and I'm worried I
wouldn't enjoy it as much."

"Yeah, I could see that," Bodie said, smiling a little because he knew how
hard it was, if not impossible, for the boy to say the word 'fuck,' or
'screw' for that matter.  "But definitely later on in the week you would
want him to stop by your house and just fuck you really good with that hard
dick of his?"

Holden gulped. This was difficult to keep up.

"Oh yeah, definitely in a few days, I'd like him to stop by."  The words
just starting to trail off.

"For a fuck?"

"Yeah, of course."

"A really good, hard screw? A great fuck?"

"Yeah . . . . that . . . . for sure. But, um, right now, I just really want
to, you know, get it in my mouth. Um, see how great he tastes . . . . . ."
He was running out of steam on this exchange, and he heard Will quietly say
Bodie's name, as if in a warning.

"Very well, Holden, I wouldn't want to stand in the way of some very
obvious sexual desires of yours. But you'll have to ask Colin yourself."

At this point, Holden turned his body to look over at Colin. The 14 year
old was still standing by his brother and still with the same aching,
overly-hard erection that his pants had failed to hide for the last couple
of hours. Watching his little brother get his virgin ass fucked by Damien
had sent the boy into the stratosphere of lust for either the ass that
Damien had so thoroughly enjoyed or the mouth that had sucked the very
boyjuice out of Luke Corbin's nuts. He desperately wanted to fuck one end
of his little brother, and at this point he didn't much care which end. And
that was bothering the hell out of him. And Holden had seen that conflict
when he himself had been bent over the log with his ass on offer to
everyone.

"Colin, I really want to suck you off. It'll be my last blowjob
today. Would you let me do you, please?"

The only part of that that was fully heartfelt was the word 'please'. It
was obvious, for truly non-salacious reasons, that Holden needed him to say
yes.

Colin didn't want to do it in public, though, especially after being
laughed at for his unresolved hard-on in the aborted fucking of
Sean. Holden was a good looker and a great kid, and he would probably make
him feel out of this world, but Colin did not want to do this in
public. Not again. He wavered in his answer, at least until he heard his
little brother Corey plead with him:

"Please, Colin; there just gonna make it even worse for him."

"Yeah, OK. You can do it."  Colin called out to the miserable, subjugated
boy and walked over to Holden. Bart backed away and let the older boy
position himself in front of the naked 13-year-old still on his
knees. Colin self-consciously opened the fly to his pants and leaned
slightly and whispered "Try not to take it all the way out."

Just like Fisher, Holden thought, except that Colin had shown it,
partially, once today already and had actually been one of the naked boys
two years ago. But he would respect the sudden shyness.

"I hope I do a good job," Holden said, quietly and surprisingly
sincere. There was a part of him that had been raised that whatever you had
to do, you should do well, and another small part that, for whatever reason
he wouldn't be able to fathom if he had thought about it, felt Colin truly
needed this, and it was something Holden could do for him, some bit of
grace in all this misery.  "But my jaws and tongue are kinda sore, so I
don't know how long I can last doing it all by myself."

Colin was definitely taken a back. He knew without a doubt that Holden
didn't want to be doing any of this. But he was so sincere in wanting to do
it right for Colin, that it made Colin feel a bit guilty. But all the same,
he was gonna cum soon, even if no one touched him at all.

"It's OK, Holden, cause I don't think I'm gonna last very long."

Holden nodded and pulled the boy's dick out just a bit from the waistband
and quickly covering it with his mouth, letting his lips trail down the
shaft as pulled the waistband farther down, in effect swallowing the dick
before it could see the light of day. Colin was certainly appreciative of
this respect for his shyness of the moment, but even more appreciative of
the wet warmth enveloping him, of the broad and pressured tongue action
down the main of his most sensitive area, and of the fact that a 13 year
old nearish-virgin boy had asked for him and wanted to 'do a good job'.

And he definitely was doing a good job, as he went up and down that pole,
never letting too much dick out of his mouth for anybody to see.

For Holden, though, despite how great it felt for Colin and how much Colin
thought it was all conscious effort on the younger teen's part, after 7
blow jobs already that hour (counting both of Carter's) Holden's jaws were
too sore and tired and his gag reflex too desensitized to stop the whole of
Colin's five inches from slipping all the way into his throat. It wasn't
long after starting the blow job that he found his lips pressed against the
hairs at the base of Colin's dick. He had never felt his mouth this full!!

And it quickly got more full.

"Oh shit!"  One of the boys called out to everyone else who easily
noticed. Colin's balls may have been still safely tucked under the
waistband of his underwear, but there was no mistake that Holden had
pressed himself wholly into the crotch and the boy's lips were kissing the
skin around the dick.  "Holden's deep-throating Colin!!!"

It was too much for Colin, after all he had seen in the last few hours, the
blood rushed to the tip of his dick, and Holden felt the dickhead swell his
throat, right before Colin fed him a flood of sperm and semen, straight
down his gullet. Holden just swallowed and swallowed and swallowed
continuously to keep from choking, but eventually he needed air and he had
to pull off the dick, right as a generous gob splattered him right in the
face.

Colin, still spurting bouts of yelps and demi-cuss words from his mouth,
only half thinking straight and half about to fall unconscious and spasm on
the floor, quickly tucked his still spurting dick back into his underwear,
knowing instinctively that he had to hide the evidence that Holden missed a
couple of gulps. Not only that, but some part of his mind was thinking
quicker than his general blown consciousness at the moment, and he grabbed
the end of his T-shirt, leaned forward a bit and wiped off the cum that had
splattered the boy across his upper lip and left cheek.

"Hey," one observant boy was quick to call, "Holden didn't swallow it
all. That means another blowjob!"

"He got it all!"  Colin quickly retorted, though it cost him a much needed
breath, and he practically had to bend over to regain any further.

"I say he didn't. I saw that cum shoot out. He missed it, and that means
another boy can claim his mouth."

"It was just spit, saliva from all the sucking he did, and didn't have a
chance to swallow," Colin argued, though still feeling a bit woozy from the
orgasm that had just, and seemed to still be, blown his mind --- and body.

"I don't think so," the boy called out again, smiling, cheerfully knowing
he was right, "I still say---"

"I say," Colin said, standing back up tall and looking fierce, but still
using Holden's shoulders as a support, "that if you are any boy wants to
try it, you'll get your own and someone else's shit beat out of you first,
by me."

"I'm not scared of you, Colin."

"Easy, Aiken," Bart said, "Perhaps you should first remember that it was a
Marine who taught Colin how to fight. In any case, no fighting will be
necessary. The rule you want to invoke can only be if the boy giving the
blow job deliberately doesn't want the sperm, including if he chokes or
coughs on it, or just accidentally fails to get it all."

"Yeah, and?"

"I think there can be an allowance if he simply can't breathe and the one
getting the blow job doesn't have any complaints."

Bart surprised a few boys with his leniency, and it looked like the rest of
the council were unsure where to weigh their opinions. And Aiken, being the
first boy to call it, wasn't quite willing to let it go that easy:

"I still say . . ."

"I'll do it."

Everyone was stunned and turned to Holden. Did he really given in that
quick?

"I'll . . . . blow Aiken."  The boy was only 7 months older than him, and
although not exactly a bad or mean kid, his family had always been
somewhere between criticism and ridicule of the religious and family values
of Clarence Mackey's boys (Clarence was Holden's grandfather).  "But not
today . . . . please."

"That isn't really your call, Holden," Bodie told the boy, "When you do it
will be up to Aiken."

Aiken was smiling, and Holden knew the boy was going to ask for one right
then, so he discretely held his fist close to his body, making the number
'two' with his fingers, looking directly at Aiken. Aiken smiled and caught
on. He held up three fingers.

Holden nodded just enough for Aiken to see the boy had given in. If Aiken
wouldn't claim it for today, he would give the boy three blow jobs.

"I can wait until tomorrow for my first one, Bodie," Aiken smiled.

"OK, you can always change your mind, Aiken, at least until we are done for
the day. For now, Bart, let's get this moving along."

Holden got up and walked back to his place at the log, shamefacedly, still
aware his used butt was being watched by any number of his friends and
relatives. Before he bent over, though, Colin Sanders caught up with him
and whispered in his ear:

"Thanks, Holden. Thanks very, very much. I . . . . . I'm not sure what I
would have done if you hadn't . . . . um . . . done that for me."

Holden looked over at poor Corey down the line. He wasn't sure why he
thought of him as 'poor Corey', as no one was in a sorrier state of things
than himself, not even Reed. But he was still too good a kid to ever wish
this on anybody, and he knew exactly what Colin would have done if he had
not gotten that relief, and he quietly told the boy so. Colin looked at his
own brother and very quietly acknowledged that Holden was probably right.

"I don't know if I would have had Deecy's self-control. And that's what
scares me. I may have done something with Corey I could never take back. I
wouldn't have forced him, but I was definitely horny enough and desperate
enough to talk him into anything."

"Glad I could help."  Holden answered flatly. He didn't have any ill-will
toward Colin, but the recognition of what his life was to become was
hitting the recognition of the expectations of his 'position' in helping
out his fellow Mackey.

"You did. Thanks, forever on that on Holden. And, um, you really were
. . . . amazing."

Holden blushed in shame and just nodded his head to indicate that he had
heard the 'compliment.'

"Tomorrow's gonna be just as hard," Colin said, pun intended, as he started
to walk away, "especially with that stuff that Damian wrote all over
Corey's back. It's gonna be . . . . . hard . . . . not to remember what
that was like watching him today."

"Wait . . . . Colin."  Holden closed his eyes. He couldn't believe he was
about to do this. But after all, he had already swallowed Colin's cum, and
it wasn't as bad as all the other boys before him.  (On the side, he still
couldn't believe that he had that much boy sperm in his stomach right
now. All those boys . . . . .)

"Yeah?"

"If you don't tell anybody . . . . . I . . . . . I can, uh, suck you again
tomorrow. If, you know, it'll help you around Corey."

Shit. Really?

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Just, uh, please don't say anything to anyone."

Colin wanted to hug the boy --- except that would have been very awkward,
given that the boy was naked, and all, and that they were in the midst of
around 80 other boys.  "Holden, you're absolutely the absolute coolest
there is. Thank you!"

"No, uh," Holden had to swallow to get this out.  "No problem."

Then Colin got serious and thought about something. It sure was a lot to
ask, the 14 year old thought, but more than one part of himself knew that
he needed to. He leaned in and whispered in Holden's ear:

"Holden, if your jaws aren't too sore later on, could I please get another
one . . . . tonight? Too?"

Holden thought for a moment and just nodded his head. OK.

"Thanks Holden! You are the greatest. Just give me a call when you think
you can."  And just in case, Colin went and got a marker and wrote his
number on Holden's naked lower stomach, upside down so that the 13 year old
boy could read it, right above the small hairline of his crotch, where it
could be hidden by his underwear.

"What was that about?"  Foster asked as Holden came the rest of the way up
to take his place back at the log, again leaning over and showing off his
well-fucked and still quite lovely ass.

"Just helping Corey out with a problem."

Foster nodded. Holden had always been a really cool kid to hang around. He
hoped that they would still have that between them, but he couldn't help
but cautiously ask, "You still good with helping me out when I need it?"

"Yeah, Foster. I told you that won't change anything."  He hoped.

At least he hoped it was still hope.

He didn't even want to go into his fear that Foster would probably be
needing it a lot.

While all this had been going on, Cain had been busy with fulfilling his
obligation to the Havers brothers, first going down on Cole's 14 year old
dick and receiving copious sperm-filled fluid to swallow down, and now
finishing up his 13 year old younger and even better looking brother,
Dalton. He took a quick break, relaxing his increasingly sore jaws, and
just looked at the barely wavering 4 ½ inches of hard dick before him, the
wet, glistening helmet with the hint of precum pearling up the tip of the
hole in the midst of that engorged head.

"Come on, Cain," Dalton moaned.  "I'm almost there!!"

"I know," the boy answered cheekily.  "I could taste it a bit."

"Well, keep going; you'll taste a whole lot more. Come on, Cain. I swear
you'll like it. It's better than Cole's."

The kid smiled more than he should have in his position; at least that was
Cole's take on the kid's slightly hyper, somewhat scattered,
overly-enthusiastic-for-his-circumstances behaviour. This kid was just too
much fun to waste, and Cole leaned forward to whisper something to Cain as
he continued to be absorbed in the spongy dickhead just inches from his
mouth.

"Cain, you wanna learn how to fuck later on?"

This caught Cain's attention. He looked at the smile on Cole's face and
glanced at the subtle smile and shake of Dalton's head. He knew Cole was a
Bottom, but Cain had never fucked anybody before. After this was over, he
was pretty sure he wouldn't need Cole's invitation, rules being rules and
Cole being an official Bottom, though he probably would have to be either
lucky or make an appointment to get a piece of the older boy's
ass. Doubtless there were a few other boys in line before him.

But he was also pretty certain that Cole didn't just mean Cain fucking
him. And, as well, he was sure that Dalton knew what was up.

"You mean," Cain swallowed, not even aware that he had needed to.  "Do each
other?"

His voice cracked softly on the question, but Cole just smiled and nodded.

"Definitely."  Cole answered.  "You want to learn, Cain? Give it a try?"

Cain nodded. He liked girls. But he also liked hanging out with boys. And
he thought a lot about sex. And what he didn't want anyone to know was how
much he wanted to try both sides of sex. And not just for the sex; he was
interested in the ultimate just playing around with boys, intimately and
for fun. And here he had a chance to learn part of that.

"You won't tell anybody?"  He asked quietly, unable to pull away from
Cole's enchanting blue-grey eyes.

"Not a single person except Dalton. Now get back on that knob and suck you
some sweet stuff out of his bone, and we'll 'talk' again tonight."

And that's what Cain did, bringing up and swallowing load after load of
surprisingly sweet cum. He was really going to enjoy the Havers boys.

Cole was already enjoying just the thought of a romp with Cain. And his
pristine rumps would definitely be romped.






"Boys and Men!"  Bart called out after a few deliberations, "Before we get
to the grand finale, we have an announcement. We've tallied the points for
the magic number. Because of the number of regular voters, the number was
higher this year than we expected."

Bart left out that he had fought to keep quite a few boys in to count as
regular voters so he could keep the magic number higher. Nobody realized
why, except that for some reason he didn't want the front runner boy,
namely Holden, being caught up in the ramifications of a low magic
number. He managed to keep it above 6. In fact, Bart got the number to
above 7, just to be safe. In short, he torpedoed the Council's attempt to
match the enjoyment of the boys watching with the social responsibility
toward the boys that racked up their own checkmarks.

It cost him some political clout at a time when he was already vulnerable,
and in truth it was the last straw that enabled Lake Havers to supplant
Bart on the Council in the post-Choosing election. But Holden breathed
easier, as did Sean and Jake, as there had been talk of adding some of the
votes up as punitive points to lower the Magic Number. Since Holden had 5
punitive points to start with, plus his 5 checkmarks, that would put him
above the Number with a total of 10 and guarantee every boy on his back
five blowjobs each.

Holden was sweating, not the least of which because it was a decision on
the brink. In the end, to get his support, Bart had to strike a deal with
Foster and Holden. But then he surprised the two boys again with his first
words when he came over to be sure they were in agreement.

"I am sorry, Holden. I tried to keep this away completely."

Holden nodded. He understood the arrangement. He agreed to, on his own,
offer blowjobs to different boys at random points in his career as
Bottom. When and how often was up to him, though if he didn't offer enough,
the Council would step in and put the Magic Number rule into effect, on top
of any blowjobs already given, perhaps even with penalty. Also, anytime
that Foster or Fisher asked him to give a blowjob to someone else, he was
expected to without argument (although Holden was fairly certain neither
Foster or Fisher would make use of that rule much --- although both boys
had agreed that they would make Holden do some oral in public, meaning
amongst a group of other Mackey boys); and he was strongly urged that
should he have any trouble or strife with another Mackey boy (except Evan,
Seldon, or Carter), his first steps to solving it should be with a blow job
or two. Once he made things right, then offer up his ass for two or a few
fucks.

Holden had his biggest cold shiver yet with that last instruction, but he
still agreed to it. At least he was his own policeman on these issues.

But right now, after Bart delivered his apology for the extra community
burden, and as much as he didn't like Bart and didn't understand his
motives, he felt like he needed to say something to the Council President.

"I know. Thanks for everything; I mean . . . . all that stuff that you did
for me that I didn't even know about."

Bart nodded. Holden really should have stayed away. That . . . . . fucking
Elijah . . . . just couldn't mind his own business.

"I am mad about what you did to Sean. I know you might give me a checkmark
. . . ."

"Holden . . . ."  Foster tried to warn his friend.

Holden shook it off.  "But you're the one who really sucks for what you did
to Sean."

"Shit."  Foster muttered under his breath.

Bart nodded and uncapped the marker.  "You're right, I do have to give you
a checkmark for that. I would for any other boy, and it is my duty to be
fair once I started the use of the checkmarks. You're only one away from
the Magic Number. So I really hope you don't say anything else that could
be construed as backtalk."

Bart put another check on Holden's back.  He didn't enjoy it, and part of
Holden collapsed even more inside. But Holden didn't regret what he had
said. He knew he said what he should have.

"I don't apologize for Sean one bit. I did what should have been done,
although I don't know if you will ever come to realize it. You earned that
checkmark, Holden."

"I understand."  He also understood from the undertone of Bart's voice that
he really didn't relish giving it; though not nearly as much as Holden
wouldn't relish giving the blow job. He wondered briefly who it would
be. They both did. That had to wait. There was one more thing he had to
say.  "Hey, Bart? One more thing."

"Holden," Foster was begging, "Please just shut up, please . . . ."

Holden shook his head and took a deep breath. Bart was still standing there
with weary eyes and an uncapped marker, but he had to say it.

"I really did almost get raped by your brother Titus. He was gonna do
it. Only Elijah got scared at the last second when I lied and said you guys
were expecting me here. I didn't lie to you, though. Titus was there."

Shit, shit, shit, shit shit, shit, shit . . . . . . . Foster sank into the
log. Why couldn't Holden just keep his trap shut? Now he was gonna be
giving blow jobs forever. He was almost too afraid to look at
Bart. Something like that would get Holden two or three checkmarks, and as
many checkmarks as he got he would give blowjobs to every boy on his back
PLUS the agreement he had already made PLUS the penalties . . . . . . .

Bart regarded the boy. Without a word or an expression, he capped the
marker and walked away. Holden wouldn't get Bart's wrath. Unfortunately for
Reed, however, the 12-year-old was up next. His two blowjobs were the last
part of the ceremony.

"Reed Mackey, come up to the center, spread your legs slightly, and go down
on your knees!"

This was the moment. Reed was trembling. He didn't want to do this. This
was somehow worse than getting fucked, if that was even possible. At least
with getting fucked, it was something being done to him. In the blowjobs,
he would be doing everything himself. He would be the one working hard to
bring another boy off. And as disgusting as it was to have his ass filled
with another boy's sperm and to know it was deep up inside there, it would
be worse actually having to taste it, and to consciously swallow it. Again,
active over passive.

But he had to go. And Deecy knew he had to help his brother get over
there. But he was so on edge, he just couldn't do it. He just couldn't
watch this. Except that he had to.

But as he was about to take Reed's arm and walk with his brother over to
the center, another boy stopped him.

It was Cole Havers. He had finished with Cain and had come over to talk to
Deecy.

"You don't want to watch this, Deecy. You aren't ready for this."

Deecy jerked his arm away from Cole.  "What happened to your whole speech
on he should be proud of being a Mackey, that this is a position of honor,
that he should be ready and willing for this? Huh? Where's that speech
now?"

"Reed has to be," Cole said, "But you aren't ready for this. Come with
me. Don't watch this."

"Are you crazy? I'm not leaving my little brother. Not right now."

"Deecy, he's right. Go on with Cole. I'll watch Reed."  It was Hal. The
only Non-Mackey Springer he would do almost anything for, who he would
trust almost utterly. But with his little brother??

"Please, Deecy, I don't really want you watching this."

This time it was Reed. He looked ashamed and even more embarrassed that his
older brother might witness him going from passive Bottom to active
Cocksucker, actually working this time to sexually service other boys. And
Deecy understood. With one loaded look to Hal, Deecy walked away with Cole.

"Where are we going?"  Deecy asked the 14 year old leading him away.

"Behind the bathhouse."

"Why?"

"There's a trail there. We need to . . . . . talk."




Meanwhile Reed was brought forward to the center and he dropped, naked, to
his knees. Literally all eyes were on him. There were no more side shows.

"Reed," Bart started, "For poor behaviour while on the line, you received
two Checkmarks. Do you agree you received these fairly?"

"Yes."  The poor kid's voice broke in mid-answer. A little less tenseness
in the air and someone might have laughed. As it was, Bart kept going.

"And what is it that you want to do to amend these two strikes against
you?"

"Give a couple of blow jobs," the boy almost mumbled. It was so hard just
to get those words out.

"Speak up, and be more specific."

Reed looked up and raised his voice. He tried to sound like he was a
willing participant, but the energy had gone out of his voice, even if his
country twang got stronger.  "I wan' to . . . . . I wanna . . . . I wan' to
suhck ahn two dicks. Wuh-un for each chehck mahrk."

"And?"

"Ayand both bois gotta cum, so I ken swaller Mackey sperm eech tahm."

"Why is that?"

Reed thought for a second. What did they want him to say to that? What
answer were they looking for? He didn't feel like thinking about it for too
long, so he just went with his gut, which, without the figuring in the
accent came out something like this:

"Because I'm a Mackey. And if I'm going to be on this side of this
tradition, then it has to be real manhood that fills me up, both ends. And
that means real sperm. Don't matter whether I like it or not, just the way
it's gotta be."

His words were good, and they got an applause, but his spirit and tone was
weak. You could tell that although he could recognize truth in what he
said, he would with every ounce of his being rather not be saying it. But
that last part truly did not matter.

"All right then, Reed, glad to hear the true Mackey words from you. Now
tell us, who, among all the boys here that can cum, who is it that you have
just been dying to suck off?"

There was some laughter with this taunt, but the greater amount of laughter
was dampened by the desire of so many boys to be the first boy to have Reed
wrap his luscious virgin lips around a truly aching hard-on. And Reed had
no idea, still, who to pick.

He did want to pick Corey Garvin, who had actually signed his back, because
despite the fact that Corey was accorded Mackey blood, at least he still
wasn't blood for real. And if Reed was gonna have to suck somebody at the
drop of a hat for two or three years, he'd rather it wasn't blood. And
Corey was a fairly nice guy. Fairly nice looking, too, although Reed didn't
even recognize that last part. Problem was that Corey had already given his
seed to Sean.

There was also Corey's friend Irvin. Irvin had also signed Reed's back, and
he was a pretty nice guy. Even better, Irvin had a girlfriend and would
rather be busy with her than Reed, even though that was ostensibly the
whole point of having Reed as a Bottom. But girlfriends didn't always last,
and what happened when they broke up? Irvin may be a generally nice guy,
but he was rumored to be a bit of a horndog. And nice guy or not, it wasn't
that much of a consolation if he was going to be spewing his sperm in your
mouth on a regular, possibly daily, basis. Reed had to remember, whoever he
picked, that person would be the first to cum in his mouth and thus 'own'
it.

Gross. The boy shivered. What a disgusting thought.

Then he looked over at Micah Mackey, Grayson's little brother. Grayson was
a questionable chap at times, mainly because of his association with
Bart. But Micah was a pretty nice guy; he was more like their oldest
brother Tolwin, who was off at college. Micah hadn't signed Reed's back,
but Grayson had, making Micah still a possible logical choice that couldn't
be countered by Bart or the Council. And Micah could definitely cum; he was
15, and his dick and balls were big enough for that. And he had hair on
both. On the plus side for Reed, Micah wasn't that into the boy-on-boy
anymore (relatively) and probably would be less as he got older.

But wasn't he supposed to cum in Holden's mouth? Reed remembered him saying
something about that and being excited. Must have been some behind the
scenes politics that got Carter's dick in Holden's mouth instead. Must be
why Micah was looking a bit pissed a while ago.

"Well, Reed?"  Bart asked.

Reed sighed. He didn't really want to suck a 15 year old. Or a big dick
with lots of cum coming up from big balls --- relative to him. But then he
really didn't want to suck anyone or anything. Maybe Micah would nice to
him since he had missed out on Holden's mouth.

"I would really like to suck Micah. I want him to be the first one to shoot
in my mouth."

Control the shivers of disgust, Reed kept telling himself, a bit dismayed
that Micah perked up so much on hearing this.

"All right," Bart said, "Well chosen, Reed --- except that Micah will have
to be the second boy in your mouth. We've already chosen the first boy. He
may not end up using you much after this --- although, then again he may
--- but it certainly makes for good show."

Micah was back to disappointed, and Reed was clearly frightened by this
ominous phrasing. Oh gee, please don't let it be Deecy!

"Wh-who?"

"Gabriel Walsh! Your best friend!"

Reed's heart sank. Oh shit. This may have been even worse than Deecy. Poor
Gabriel just looked shocked.

"What?"  The barely-13-year-old boy asked. He couldn't have heard that
right. No way was he doing his best friend Reed. That wasn't just gross, it
was downright wrong.

"I said, you have been chosen to be the first to cum in Reed's mouth."

Pause.

"No fucking way! I'm not doing that to Reed!!"

Bart just shrugged.  "Suit yourself then. If you decline, then we have the
right to pick two boys to take your place, both of whom will own his
mouth. And then Micah will still get his turn."

"You can't do that!!"  Once again, Gabriel was incensed.

"Are you arguing with me? Do you really want Reed to get another check
mark, because that's what I said would happen next time you argued on his
behalf."

"You can---," Gabriel bit off his words, but it was too late. Bart was
already uncapping his marker.  "No wait! Bart, please!"

Bart hesitated, looking at stricken Gabriel.

"I'll . . . . . I'll do it. I'll cum in his mouth. Please don't give him
another checkmark."

Bart nodded and recapped the marker.

Gabriel walked down the bleachers like he was going to the gallows. He
stopped in front of his naked best friend kneeling there waiting for him,
though not really able to look at him, and he paused, for what seemed like
an eternity for both, though it was only another seven seconds of
silence. Then Gabriel undid the front of his pants and pulled out his limp
cock and mumbled his apologies to Reed.

Reed understood. He was appreciative in one sense for what Gabriel was
doing, but he still couldn't look the other boy in the eye. He mumbled
'it's okay' back and leaned forward to take the flaccid prick in his mouth.

It can truly be said, that it was the oddest moment of Reed's life, the
weirdest and most unnatural feeling he had ever had, beating out everything
else that had happened to him that day, as he rolled around his tongue the
soft penis of his own best friend. It wasn't just the first time he had
ever taken the penis of a boy into his mouth, but it was HIS BEST FRIEND!
And he couldn't quit thinking this, which just made every individual minute
moment as weird and unnatural as all the rest. And there was no getting
used it - although there was certainly enough time for that, as it was more
than eight minutes past and he still hadn't gotten the saliva-soddened dick
hard. It wasn't from a lack of trying, but both boys felt just too utterly
weirded-out by this for the blow job to really work.

"Oh, goodness gracious," Bodie actually called out, and Will couldn't help
but laugh.  "Seriously, Gabriel, you aren't even hard yet? Nobody is that
straight!"

That garnered even more laughs, which only made it even harder for Gabriel
to get harder. In fact, poor Reed was already sensing that he was losing
what little ground he had gained. Reed doubled up his efforts, but
seemingly to no avail. He kept going and going, and still the boy wasn't
getting hard.

"Are you kidding me?"  Darren asked out loud, and a boy still in the stands
shouted out and asked Gabriel if actually had any feeling in his dick at
all.

"Yeah," another cousin called out, "Have you ever even jerked off?"

Not helping, Gabriel thought. And in addition to the already continuing,
unabated oddity of having Reed's mouth and tongue on his private, flaccid
penis, he was also feeling acutely embarrassed that he couldn't even finish
up here.

Finish up? He couldn't even get started.

"Put your hand on his head, Gabriel. Run it through his hair."  Bart
quietly suggested.

Gabriel did this, hesitantly, but feeling a surprising, small feeling of
euphoria travel up his dick as he did so. The hair was so soft, so nice and
personal, so . . . . . Reed. Suddenly, Gabriel could feel himself getting
hard. It was slow, but it was real. And Reed also noticed the tumescence of
the slowly resisting flesh in his mouth, as though the penis was waking up
and deciding that it also wanted to contribute something to this session.

"Put your other hand . . . . down his neck."  Bart almost whispered to the
embarrassed and suddenly troubled young barely-teen. But Gabriel did it; he
did as Bart said and lowered his left hand to softly stroke and hold the
back of Reed's downy neck, and at that point, it was all over. The boy felt
a shift, in his soul, in his awakening, in everything that he could call
into question about himself. His hard-on began a steady path to completion
and it was though Reed was no longer there, but the incredible, undeniable
feelings of warmth and wetness and closeness and massage and extraction and
giving all down the length of his now totally erect penis were.

His conflict was still present, to be sure; but that was drowned out by the
superfluous rush of sensations flowing down and into his body. It was only
a matter of time before he was feeding his best friend the fruit of his own
balls. Gabriel's maturing load, sperms of his own boyhood, spurted strongly
into Reed's mouth to be dutifully swallowed by the suffering naked boy
below. Gabriel could only whisper that he was sorry as he spasmed his own
essence across Reed's tongue and down his throat, and he sincerely hoped
that he truly was.

But for the moment, all he wanted was that feeling.

Once Reed milked the last of the slick juice from his friend, Gabriel
pulled back, now thoroughly ashamed, of what he had done, of what he
wanted, of how incredibly good that had felt until the downward side of
reality hit him like a truck. He tucked himself away and in a loud voice,
at least as much as he could manage after losing about 90% of his steam to
the receptive end of a blowjob (in the finest mouth on the lot) and still
unable to look his friend in the eye, he announced to Reed and everyone
else that could hear him above the hoots and applause:

"I want to formally give up my rights to Reed's mouth. This is the last
time he ever has to do that to me."

"Are you sure about that, Gabriel?"  Bart asked the boy.

"Yeah. Never been surer of anything, except for the fact that what just
happened never should have," the boy answered with barely subdued anger. He
hated Bart at that moment. Bart and everybody else.

"OK, then it's official. You surrendered your rights of first cum in a
virgin mouth. That means, Micah, the boy is all yours."

"Hang on," Gabriel said, "What do you mean Reed is all his? You just mean
he's next, right? Just this one time."

"Yes, he is next up for Reed's increasing talents. AND he will have the
first rights that you forfeited. He now may use Reed's mouth for his own
pleasure, as much as he wants, within certain reason, for the next 2-3
years."

"No, no, that's not how it's supposed to happen," Gabriel started, but Bart
immediately uncapped the marker. Gabriel saw it, but he was two
distressed. Even Hal holding him back and trying to talk to him wasn't
likely to stop the boy.

"It's OK Gabriel. It's OK; just stop."  Reed pleaded with his friend as he
got more and more worked up.

But it was Micah who put a hand on both Bart and Gabriel, de-escalating the
rising conflict.

"Enough!"  He said sharply. Micah was a strong boy, and his voice was firm
and decisive.  "I'm the last one today, Bart. No more checks for Reed. I
mean it, Grayson."

Micah wasn't appealing to his brother on the Council. He was flat out
warning him, and the other boys around him.

"And relax, Gabriel. You're just making things worse. Reed picked me. He
must have a reason. He must trust me that I'm not gonna go crazy on
him. But I am taking those rights. And I'll use them. Now, end of story,
everybody. If you wanna watch, then just get out of mine and Reed's way and
let the boy do his work."

Gabriel stepped back, though still clearly shaken; and Bart recapped the
marker. He was tired. He was actually ready to close these ceremonies.

"Go ahead, Micah. Get your nut on."

"All right, Reed," Micah said as he stepped before the boy and pulled out
his thick, already hardening 6 inches of heavy helmeted steel.  "Let's see
what you can do for this. Hungry?"





None of this, fortunately, was witnessed by the fairly distressed and
troubled Douglas Colton Mackey, better known as Reed's older brother
Deecy. He was already behind the bathhouse and distracted somewhat by Cole
before Reed was even on his knees.

Cole knew what Deecy needed, and he also knew that in reality this was part
of what his role as Bottom was truly about; and Deecy was no stranger to
Cole's fine, muscular, creamy brown, pert bottom. He had slid his hard dick
between those luscious cheeks and up that still, amazingly tight hole on
multiple occasions. He very much enjoyed fucking Cole. But for the moment,
though, that wasn't even crossing his mind.

"What are we doing back here, Cole?"

"Well for starters, you desperately need a distraction. You need to lose
some of that guilt and terror that's riding your back harder than you ever
rode me. Your dick is going to snap off if it gets any harder. You need
some serious relief, if only for your poor cock there."

Deecy blushed severely. He knew exactly why his dick was sore, and he was
fairly certain Cole knew why as well.

Dammit. Why does Reed have to be so damn cute and handsome in that most
awkward yet bisexually satisfying way? And does his ass have to be so
fucking . . . . . . fuckable!? And . . . .  shit!!! That hole!!! That hole
was . . . . . . . . .

"Deecy, Deecy, hey, focus on me for a second. Wow. You REALLY need to blow
a load, and soon."

Deecy sighed. He couldn't argue that, but he felt he had to try.

"Cole. . . . . thanks for trying. But really, you can't help me any."

Cole laughed, not a forced one, for he genuinely found that statement to be
quite funny.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Do you even remember who you are talking to?
Here, these are for you."

Cole pulled something out of his pocket and handed it over to Deecy.

"Huh? What are these?"

"My underwear, of course. I came back here just after Cain did that
oh-so-ever sweet blow job on my dick, and I took them off. Right before I
went and got you. Going commando, now. Oh, and don't worry, there's no
streak marks on them or anything, even though I was wearing them all
morning. Think of them as a kind of souvenir, or a prize even."

Deecy gave a small, somewhat confused laughed, but he kept a hold of them.
"Um, OK. Thanks Cole. But, uh . . . . . I don't see how this really changes
anything."

"That's because you aren't looking at the bigger picture," Cole said, as he
stepped forward a couple of paces and slipped his shirt off over his head,
revealing a taut, supple and moderately tanned upper body. The view of the
muscular boy heaven for the most perfect set of flat dark brown teen nips,
straight abs and tight innie were impossible not to take in breathless, as
indeed Deecy now was.

"I figured you would get a better idea if I went ahead and made it a bit
more clear for you."

Without his underwear and only in a looser fitting denim jeans, the
temptation for the muscular draw down Cole's front and disappearing into
the vague, yet promising, young teen crotch was a turn-on for anyone who
had a pulse, man, woman, boy or girl. And Deecy had a pulse. And it was
rising. And his eyes went straight for where Cole had guessed they would.

"And now," Cole said, as he spoke slow and seductive, without sounding tart
or feminine, and stepped ever closer, until he was right up to Deecy,
slightly askance so that the older boy had an uninterrupted view of the
boy's smooth, straight, and unblemished back all the way down to inside the
waist of the jeans, revealing the upper portion of the beginning mounds of
joy, separated by a smooth and darkening crack of great promise, "You can
see the second reason I took off my underwear ahead of time."

"Oh shit."  It was the shocked muttering of a soldier as he saw the
inevitable defeat just before him.

There was no strict tan line on the boy, just a gradual shift in the
creaminess of ass to a lighter shade of brown. Deecy already knew that,
having appreciated Cole's ass up close so many times, but to be reminded of
that in this manner . . . . . . it quite literally took his breath away.

"It's all yours, Deecy," Cole said quietly.  "About 70 feet down that path
over there is a mossy log just perfect for my height. All you have to do is
take me down there, bend me over that log, and get these jeans the rest of
the way down and you can do whatever you like back there."

Deecy gulped. Holy shit; he did really need this.

"Uh, problem is, Cole, that I'm seriously and truly just about to cream my
shorts just looking at the top of your ass."

"Well, then, we better do something about that, huh?"

Cole reached down and unsnapped and unzipped Deecy's pants. Before Deecy
got very far in his weak protest, Cole had hooked his fingers over both
pants and underwear of the hard boy and brought them down to the boy's
upper thighs as he himself sank to his knees before Deecy and without a
word took the impossibly hard, bigger dick into his seldom used mouth.

Seldom used, but inarguably expert.

The first moan by Deecy was incredibly loud, but he recovered as fast as he
could, which was in no way easy as the mouth and tongue were continuing
their onslaught of his incredibly sensitive cock.

"C-- . . . . . . Co-- . . . . . . Cole! You nevr . . . . . you never
. . . . . ahhhooohh shiii---mmmm-oooohhh . . . . . you never
. . . . . . . oh! Gah---jjjj-nnnaaaaagggghhhhhhhhh
. . . . . . . . !!!!!!!!!!!!!"

It was true, he almost never blew anyone. But he swallowed everything that
Deecy's overcharged balls and erupting dick could feed him, which was an
awful lot after what Deecy had built up in the course of the day. That and
the fact that he hadn't emptied them for a couple days before that.

But even still, once Cole stood back up, suppressing a grimace and trying
to smile naturally - he still found it all a bit gross - and consciously
swallowing the last of the cum, Deecy still felt as though he had more left
in him. It wasn't as if he felt recharged that quickly, but despite the
enormous relief Cole had given him, he still felt a continuous charge for
more.

And Cole understood this, as he reached out and grabbed a sure, but
careful, hold on Deecy's balls to prevent the still-astonished boy from
pulling up his pants and underwear.

"OK, now you're ready for the best part."

Deecy just nodded his head dumbly. Oh shit, he needed this.

"Take everything off below your nuts, Deecy. Everything. And leave it
here."

And so, Deecy divested himself of pants, underwear, socks and shoes, and
even left Cole's underwear on the haphazardly discarded pile as well, and
pulled the Bottom boy down the path, already his dick pointing sky high and
looking forward to peeling those denim jeans back and revealing the full
moon goodness that was Cole Havers.

Twenty minutes later, Deecy's full dick was completely implanted to the
hilt in Cole's ass, his very root holding open Cole's hole and the finally
receding several inches buried within, only now slowly, very slowly,
shrinking after filling Cole's ass with his second load from behind, third
in total for the day. And even now he still felt good down there. It felt
like his dick was at home, as much as being in your own garage at the end
of a long trip.

He was satisfied, and none too anxious to leave. He had taken off his own
shirt between the first and second fucks, during which he had not once left
the comforts of Cole's muscular gate and rectum. Both boys were completely
naked, except for the denim pants gathered around Cole's sock-and-shoed
ankles and feet. Taking care to press himself firmly up against Cole's
well-tuned bottom and keeping himself inside, Deecy bent over the boy, the
log taking the weight of both, and completely covered the boy's back with
his chest and abdomen, luxuriating further in the skin-on-skin contact, the
radiant warmth of contact only increasing the still wonderful feeling along
the length of his dick.

"You like that, I guess," Cole asked, gathering back his own breath. The
final force of the second fuck had driven him to his own epileptic orgasm.

"Mmmm," Deecy moaned an affirmative, touching both lips and forehead to the
back of the boy's neck.

"So do you get it now, Deecy? Do you understand?"

Deecy didn't answer at first. He knew what the question was. This was about
Reed and about the need and function of the community bottoms. He obviously
didn't have a problem availing himself of the 'service' and he acknowledged
that he and Reed were meant to be a part of the larger community. He had
just never really thought about it at this depth before. He knew Cole
wasn't gay, at all; but still he offered himself, just as a Bottom should,
Deecy now supposed. It was a lot to take in. But he got it. Sort of.

"Yes and No," Deecy moaned into the boy's back.

"So, are you going to be OK now, dealing with the reality of Reed's new
. . . . um . . . position?"

Shit. That was a hard one to answer --- on many levels. Obviously he was OK
with the system, as much as he had availed himself of it. He knew it
worked. He knew it was, for the most part, fair. Fairish. But still,
. . . . Reed was his little brother.

"Yes and No," he moaned again.

That was a significant improvement, at least.

"Well, you think you can pull out now and let me close my asshole back up,
while it still can?"

Deecy smiled, but instead of pulling back he pushed himself even more
forcefully against those yielding unblemished buttocks, keeping his very
root as the arbitrator of Cole's most private entrance.

"But it feels so damn good inside you, Cole!"

"Yeah, I guessed that already. But it's Monday. I'm going to be here
through Friday or Saturday, so you can always take me back out to that
special spot of yours in the woods and, uh, give it another go."

Deecy was still fully impaled as he thought about this and laughed
slightly.

"Yes and Yes."  Deecy said.

Great, Cole thought. Maybe this wasn't the best of ideas or offers; but
Deecy wasn't done:

"and Yes and Yes and Yes."  The boy continued with a smile and a short, but
friendly, almost a drunkenly friendly, laugh. Then he stood up and slowly
pulled out, except that once out, he still pressed his boyhood against and
into the warm, receiving crack and reached down to the boy's hips and
pulled their bodies closer together at that point.

"And maybe Yes and Yes and Yes . . . . . . and Yes and Yes. I like being
inside you Cole. I don't think my dick has ever felt better or more at
home."

"Well, Deecy, I, um, I don't know if I really like saying this, except it's
the truth, but, uh, . . . . . well . . . . you're actually a really good
fuck. So, I'm kinda OK with that. Kind of."

"Thanks."

"Maybe you should consider showing Reed what it can feel like when the Top
actually cares."

That got the two boys separated. Deecy wasn't ready to think about his
little brother that clearly in that capacity and he told Cole so. All the
same, as he watched the boy bend further down to collect his pants and pull
them up, Deecy couldn't help but make another compliment each to both
Cole's marvelous ass and his unbelievable and accommodating hole.

When they got back to Deecy's clothes and the older boy began redressing,
Deecy held out Cole's underwear and asked if the boy really did not want
them back.

"No," Cole lied, for he would like them back, but that wasn't the point, "I
told you they were your souvenir. Or trophy --- whatever you see them as;
just so long as you let them remind you that Reed is part of something
bigger than just a few boys trying to dominate or humiliate him."

"Thanks . . . . I, uh . . . . I actually . . . . . really wanted to keep
them. Thanks. And I'll . . . . . work on handling Reed's . . . . situation
. . . better."

They walked back toward the clearing, but before they got there, Deecy put
his hand out to stop the boy, and then let his hand slide down Cole's
strong back to rest on and squeeze and hold the treasured asset (the ass).

"Hey Cole, can you come by the house a lot this week? I really
. . . . . REALLY . . . . want to fuck you a lot more."

"Yeah, sure, Deecy. Like I said, you're better than most guys."

When they got back to the clearing they found that most of the boys had
left. Reed was redressed and sitting on the bleachers with an unhappy
Gabriel Walsh on one side and a sheepish but somewhat happy Micah Mackey on
the other. Micah jumped up first.

"Hey Deecy. I, um, well, I guess Reed can tell you everything. But I didn't
want to leave him here and let anybody try to mess with him. Hal wanted to
get Sean back over to the other side right away, so I said I'd watch Reed."

"I don't need watching," Reed said simply, though he didn't sound peeved at
the idea, and there were still plenty of other boys about --- probably
quite a few entertaining thoughts of Reed's ass and ways to get it
uncovered again. Deecy was at least thankful to Micah, even though that
seemed to trigger an abrupt and somewhat guilty goodbye from the
guy. Gabriel and Reed couldn't even look at each other Deecy had no clue as
to why, but he figured that they could cross that bridge tomorrow.

"Bye, Cole. Thanks again for, um, talking to me. C'mon Reed. Let's go
home."

Gabriel and Fisher followed silently behind the two boys.

"Hey Cole," Cain sidled up, the only 12 year old still left out there.  "I
was wondering if, um, you maybe wanted to walk back home with me?"

Cole smiled and put his arm around Cain and gave him a friendly hug.

"Cain, you have no literally fucking idea how much I am looking forward to
tonight. But I need a few hours, OK. I need to go and have a talk with a
couple of guys first, OK?"

"OK."  Shit. The boy actually sounded a bit disappointed.

"But you should go ahead and ask your parents if you can spend the night
with Dalton tonight."

"With Dalton?"  Again the boy sounded disappointed, and a bit surprised.

"Well," Cole smiled at the younger and spirited boy, "You'll just tell them
you'll be with Dalton; but actually, you'll be spending the whole night in
bed with me. And, I wouldn't tell your parents this, but you won't need any
pajamas."

"Or underwear either?"  Cain asked quietly, smiling, but blushing fiercely.

"If you show up wearing any underwear," Cole whispered in the boy's ear, "I
guarantee you they won't stay on you for very long."

Cole sent the boy away telling him to make sure he showed up that night
with plenty of his regular energy. Then Cole sighed and took a deep breath,
put on a fake smile and walked over to a couple of other boys who had been
waiting for him.

Good thing his ass was well trained. And that wasn't just Mackey doing; the
Havers kept their own secrets.








Holden stared up at his ceiling that night. He had 10 days before he had to
perform for anyone, and then it was just 12 and 13 year olds for a short
while.

Just 12 and 13 year olds. 'Just'???

His agemates and kids younger than him. This was going to be sooooo
humiliating. He took another deep breath. Would he live through this? Would
he really have a choice?

At least his poor, still pained and suffering asshole would get a break for
a week and a half. He never thought he would actually ever need a rest for
his asshole. His actual asshole!!! Except that, even now, Holden still
thought of it in its proper terminology of 'anus.'

And he still couldn't believe that his anus and rectum had actually been
assaulted several times (more than several) that day.

Another sigh.

It wouldn't really be ten days before he got fucked again, though. He
already knew deeper within that as soon as his hole could handle another
hard dick sliding inside it (and out and in and out and in and out and in
. . . . . .) that he would offer up the use of his ass to Colin Sanders. At
least once. Basically an understanding of one big brother to another, both
wanting to keep their little brothers safe from the same. And at this
point, Corey's safety from Colin had been more theoretical, if Holden
hadn't interceded.

And then there was the oral.

Just tonight he had sucked Colin's dick to completion twice more. And once
more for Foster. And neither had to ask; they just had to motion they were
ready, and he went down on them as he had agreed to do. And tomorrow
afternoon, Micah Mackey was coming by for a blow job. Before leaving the
Choosing clearing, Holden had walked past the boy and just told him in the
simplest terms that if he still wanted one, after being cheated out of it
by Council politics, then he could come over the next day after church and
Holden would give him one.

He wasn't entirely sure why he had offered himself up like that, except
that if he was going to be sentenced to this life under the pretext of
fairness and tradition, he was damn sure going to fight the politicization
of it. And that meant Micah got his blow job. But tomorrow. After his jaws
rested a bit more.

It was a twisted logic; he understood that. But it was strangely the only
one he had to operate by anymore.

The worst part of the night was having to talk with his dad about it
all. His dad wasn't happy. Nowhere near to it. But either as a residual
Mackey nature from which he just couldn't escape no matter what church they
went to, or as a punishment to Holden for being the instrument of his own
downfall, his father informed Holden that he would do his duty in providing
rectal comforts to the other boys when so demanded of him, that he was
expected to bend over and take it like a man, so to speak.

And he had to tell his dad about the blowjobs, as well. That had been even
more awkward. He told him about Foster and Fisher both having unlimited
rights to his mouth, and even about having to swallow everything they
produced. His dad would check about the polio, just to be sure Fisher
really couldn't transmit it (Randall Mackey's little sister had died from
polio when she was 8, and he was already fairly well read on the subject),
but otherwise, he had no mercy for Holden and expected his son to get used
to the taste of semen.

"It wont hurt or kill you, Holden, and I have the feeling you'll be
extracting a lot of it from both of those boys' growing testicles."

Holden was unfortunately pretty sure of that as well. He had a strong
suspicion that he would be sucking dick and drinking semen a lot in the
next 2 or 3 years.

A lot.

A hell of a lot.

What he didn't know, was later that evening --- as he was going down on
Foster, actually --- his dad and his uncles, Tyler and Harrison went out
'hunting' and found Titus Corbin at Elijah's and force marched him back to
the Near Spring and his dad's house. Randall then put a bullet in Titus
Corbin's leg in cold blood, just to give both the young man and his dad,
Ben, a portent of what worse things would lay in store for any son of Ben's
that ever crossed the creek again, for whatever reason and to whatever
household or homestead.

Harrison's shotgun unwavering so close to Bart Corbin's head gave enough
pause to Ben to not question the motives of the son's of Clarence. They had
had no doubt in Holden's story of his near-rape at the hands of Titus. And
though he wouldn't mention it too anyone, Ben did not doubt it either. He
just didn't know where to stand in the issue. Bart was of a similar mind
later, though at the moment he was just scared shitless (literally) and
avidly protesting that he had had any knowledge of Titus' return.

Titus disappeared that night, prompting a rumor that Clarence's boys had
just flat out killed him. The hunting trip alone halved the number of boys
that would use Holden's ass over the next couple years, though oddly enough
Randall went out of his way to assure Foster that he could use Holden's ass
and mouth with impunity for the entire time allotted to him. And Fisher was
actually granted the rights to both mouth and anus, as well. Holden wasn't
sure that his dad could technically do that, but he wasn't about to argue
it. Fortunately the technical act of fucking a boy was harder for the
semi-crippled boy than just getting sucked, so Fisher didn't take advantage
of his rights nearly as much as Foster, but when he did, he really enjoyed
releasing into Holden's rectum.

Titus returned to the Spring after a miserable year in California and built
himself a house in Near Spring near to his parents. He never once ventured
back over the creek into the Deep. He kept to himself, mostly, and he kept
his limp for the next 12 wretched years he would spend on this earth,
before Tabitha Mackey unmercifully erased him from existence.




Frankie lay awake long into the night, still troubled over the fresh cum in
his belly, courtesy of Wayne Mackey. And it was quite a load, too. The
older boy still hadn't gotten his rocks off in Sean's sweet ass, but
instead donated it all to Frankie's mouth.

Frankie had never once thought he would ever put his mouth on another boy's
dick, but he could swear he could still feel Dong-Yul Mackey's warm spurts
going across his tongue, introducing him to his own new reality earlier
that day. And there were still several more boys to go.

It was a nightmare waking him up from the sleep that he couldn't quite get
to.

Nothing to do about it but open up.

Better going down into his body than up into his body.

But that was no real comfort.




Frankie's first cousin Jake, scarcely a few houses away, also lay awake in
a sleepless nightmare, but it wasn't the horrors of the day that were
keeping him up. To the contrary, those were over, and they wore him plumb
out. But his parting gift from the Council was troubling. For being the boy
with the highest number of boys signing his back at the Choosing, he was
made the Bottom's Bottom.

Basically that meant that any boy who had been fucked at the Choosing that
year had full rights, unobstructed, to his ass for fucking enjoyment for as
long as any one of them was still taking it up the ass. Or about three
years, as either Holden or Reed would likely be kept to their entire
service. And no way that Wayne was giving up his personal asshole on the
backside of Sean.

That meant Reed, Holden, Sean, and Corey could demand Jake's ass at any
point in the next three years. For as many times as any of them liked.

None of them expressed an interest. But minds could change, no?

And that kept him up.

(Incidentally, none of the four ever took the offer, and in turn Jake never
made or hinted at any demand from Reed or Holden. He was one of a few boys
that never once knew the delights of Reed Mackey's ass.)







Reed Mackey was in for a different surprise at home, as was Deecy. Their
dad Fielding Mackey finally told them part of the story of Dylan Mackey,
and spared no detail on how much he, himself, had partaken of and enjoyed
Dylan's young ass when he was a boy. He had always admired and respected
the stance that Dylan made. And for some time, Fielding had been aware of
how often Deecy availed himself of various Bottoms. He was therefore
surprised and disappointed that both boys had carried on so before and at
the Choosing.

This, the boys were not expecting.

"Reed, you hold an honorable position, and one that, once you accept and
pursue it, can create some physical enjoyment for you as well. I want you
to learn to appreciate these boys when they come into your bottom. Enjoy
your time with them and their time inside you. I expect you to take this
position seriously, or else you dirty the memories of a good number of boys
before you."

This blew Reed's mind and he wasn't entirely sure what to think of it all,
as he took his poor sore ass to bed. His own father was sitting there
telling him that getting fucked would not hurt him, that collecting the
semen of other boys into his ass was something from which he could derive
pride, perhaps even enjoyment.

Whoa.

That was a bit much, Reed thought. And as he continued to lay there in the
dark, it was Kurt Mackey's sperm that he couldn't help thinking about. It
was still in there. Still inside his butt. Kurt's sperm was all up inside
his bottom, his body, as he lay there in his futile hope for sleep.

Deecy's mind, among other things, was blown, as well, by his dad's lax view
of the situation; the mind would have to wait, however, as his other needs
were taken care of shortly afterward by Cole out at their special place in
the woods. It was a clear sky with a waning moon, but still more than
half-full --- light enough to see the tree he had carved many encounters
in:



      DC  
    fucked
      Cole
      here

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"I swear, Deecy," Cole said, only half joking, "Nobody else better ever
find this place and that damn tree carving."

"C'mon Cole. You gotta admit, it does make you wanna add more marks to the
tree!"

Deecy was wrong. Cole didn't have to admit it at all. Not out loud.

"OOoonngghh . . . fffffffffffuuuuuccckkk???"  Deecy groaned out as he slid
in and sought the sweet peace and release that Cole's anal muscles provided
so well.







As for Sean and Hal, their relationship never became as close as Michael
Cormac and Connor Byrne. It was too much for both boys, the strain was
greatest for a few days before and a few days after their required fuck,
which was too much of the time in the month to allow for any developing
friendship. Instead, Sean Dawson began seeking out other Near Springers for
friendship, as well as gingerly maintaining some of his new Mackey
relationships --- the non-sexual ones that is.

All that aside, however, he did end up becoming fairly close to Wayne, as
their sexual relationship, despite the significantly higher encounter
count, did not seem as weird a stumbling block as the one with Hal.

Of course the Council was quite clear in their warning to Hal about the
ramifications of the Dawson Exclusion; but Hal let that all slide off his
back. He was himself too old to be in any danger of a Choosing, and his
brother would be too old next year. And if he ever had kids, it would be
decades into the future, when he lived far from Indian Spring and possibly
no longer even knew any of the Mackeys.

And he had really put it out of mind when both of Wayne's sisters came to
him separately to give him a thank-you 'gift' for thinking about their
little brother and making him so happy. The younger one was much more
talented with her mouth, but the older one surprised him by keeping him
hard enough for a full triple fuck.

Hopefully Wayne never found out about that.






All in all, it was a very tiring week in the Spring. 

And nobody realized the seeds laid that summer and what they would produce. 




T H E   E N D 
	of the Dawson Exclusion