Chapter 10D – The Choosing – The End in Sight - Saturday July 15, 1995

Written by Charles Well <charles.well@yandex.com> and Sarge AKA Aldric <pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com>

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Character List

General background:

There are two categories of kids living in Indian Spring, on the edge of a large city in Ohio. One group is the Mackeys, and those that are part of that extended clan through family and blood connections. They were the original European inhabitants of the region dating back to 1832. As a result of generations of isolation, self-reliance, and often living on the wrong side of the law, the family developed many unique traditions and rules that governed the everyday lives of their youngsters. That group includes Sandy Jacobs and his brothers, Kevin Mackey and his brothers, all the deep and very deep Mackeys like Tolley, Seth, or Chris Corbin. The second category is kids that are not part of the Mackey family, but happen to live in Indian Spring. That would be kids like Kelley and Ethan Tucker, the Cormacks, Nathan Carlin, Cal Brewer, Casey Harris etc. They are called "Near Springers" and are generally not bound by regulations affecting Mackey youth, but may find themselves caught up in the "old traditions" in certain circumstances.

In order of appearance, the major characters are:

Sandy Jacobs (13 years, 5 months) (Full name Alexander Corbin Jacobs, which only his mother ever uses). A dirty blond boy who looked like he belonged in a country baseball commercial and was now at the point where you could tell he had once been very cute, was now simply good looking, and moving quite easily toward handsome. Oldest of four brothers in the Jacobs family. Main protagonist in my story (the reason why it's called The Sandy Jacobs Story). Part of the extended Mackey clan.

Kevin Michael Mackey (13) Good-looking. He has dark brown hair, as thick as you could make very slightly curly hair yet still have it look dreamily soft. Part of the extended Mackey clan. One of the two Mackey community bottoms selected in the 1994 Choosing Ceremony. He is gay and confident in his sexuality.

Tanner Mackey (13) Middle son of Frankie Mackey. Brother of Spencer Mackey (15) and Cooper Mackey (12). Second Community bottom from 1994 with Kevin.

Tim Hardin (14) brother of Paul Hardin, Mackey Junior Council member. Tim is part of the extended Mackey clan and was Community bottom from 1993 with Harry Mackey.

Brad Jacobs (12 years, 1 month) aka Bradley. Dirty blond like his 3 brothers. Part of the extended Mackey clan. On this year's Mackey Choosing List.

Stephen (Stevie) Jacobs (11) Dirty blond hair like all his brothers – Sandy (13), Brad (12), and Chass (10). He has a light sprinkling of freckles across his nose and cheeks. Exploring being openly gay for the first time. Part of the extended Mackey clan.

Chase (Chass) Colton Jacobs (10) Just turned 10. Brother to Sandy (13), Brad (12) and Stevie (11) Jacobs. Part of the extended Mackey clan.

Ethan Tucker (10 years 7 months) Younger brother of Kelley Tucker (12). Exploring being openly gay for the first time. A non-Mackey from Indian Spring.

Jared Tilton (10) son of Cynthia Mackey who married Mark Tilton. He has one sister Belle Tilton (13). Part of the extended Mackey clan.

Boys on the Choosing List

1. Theodore Oliver (Tolley) Mackey – 12 years, 1 month. Son of Amos, grandson of Seth. Very deep Mackey clan. His siblings are: Hayden (15) Member of Junior Council, and Hinton (13y 5m).

2. Seth Mackey - 12 years, 5 months. Son of Hollis, grandson of Jacob. Very deep Mackey clan. He is an only child.

3. Sean Mackey - 12 years, 4 months. Son of Jebediah, grandson of Seth. Very deep Mackey clan. His siblings are: Jason (17) Member of Junior Council, and Kevin (13) Community bottom 1994.

4. Cooper Mackey - 12 years, 2 months. Son of Frankie, grandson of Michael. Deep Mackey clan. His siblings are: Spencer (15) and Tanner (13) Community bottom 1994.

5. Dean Mackey - 12 years, 11 months. Son of Austin & Esther Mackey, grandson of Seth. Very deep Mackey clan. His siblings are: Dorothy (Dot) (18), Fairlane (14), and Hunter (11)

6. Chris Corbin, 10th Kinset - 12 years, 1 month. Son of Jack, grandson of Joshua, great grandson of Christopher Corbin and Katherine Mackey. Lives in Bartlett (The 10^th Kinset covers Mackey living outside Indian Spring). His siblings are Michael (14) and Harry (11)

7. Joey Mackey - 12 years, 6 months. Son of Camden, grandson of Tyler, great grandson of Clarence. Not as religious as Clarence's other descendants. His only sibling is Boyd (14)

8. Gabriel Mackey - 12 years, 9 months. Son of Gordon, grandson of Colin. He is an only child.

9. Bradley Jacobs - 12 years, 1 month. Son of Sam Jacobs, grandson of Porter, great, grandson of Gloria Mackey and Prescott Jacobs. His siblings are: Sandy (13) the bottom's bottom 1995, Stevie (11) and Chase (10)

10. Malcolm McEwen - 12 years, 3 months Son of Michael McEwen and Natalie Anderson, great-grandson of Horace Mackey. He is an only child.

11. Judge Mackey - 12 years, 10 months. Son of Phil Mackey, grandson of Randall. His siblings are: Joshua (14), Ruth (10), and Samuel (8)

12. Jeff Garvin - 12 years, 6 months. Son of Therese Mackey and Corey Gavin, grandson of Prentiss Mackey. His siblings are: Chase (13), Jeff (11), and Tilton (10)

13. Mitchell Garvin - 12 years, 2 months. Son of Emily Mackey and Chris Garvin, grandson of James Mackey V. His siblings are: Keaton (22), Whitby (20), and Rosemary (13)

14. Kelley Tucker - 12 years, 6 months. Son of Halford Tucker, grandson of Calvin Tucker. His siblings are: Ethan (10), Ashton (9). Kelley is a Near Springer, not directly descended from the Mackey family. He is on the Choosing List because of the Dawson Exclusion.

16. Stephen Carrigan - 12 years, 11 months. Son of Alice Mackey and James Carrigan, grandson of Randall Mackey. His siblings are: Andrew (11); and Lydia (8)

17. Albert (Bert) Mackey - 12 years, 2 months. Son of Foster, grandson of Gerald Mackey. His siblings are: Gerald (13), Sam (11), and Vince (10)

18. Quentin Mackey - 12 years, 4 months. Son of Dong-Yul Mackey who was the adopted son of Prentiss Mackey. His siblings are: Flint (14), and Kai (13)

19. Matthew Mackey - 12 years, 5 months. Son of Christian Mackey, grandson of Harrison. His only sibling is Timothy (Tim) (10).

20. Cal (Calvin) Brewer (12) Eldest son of Jonathan Brewer and brother of Ben Brewer (10). A Near Springer. The Brewer family have been long term residents of Indian Spring, but are not directly related to the Mackeys by blood.

Please see the mackey-family-tree.pdf for a complete list of the boys and other characters listed in this chapter.

The Final Scores - Announcement

Seventeen-year-old Sheldon Redd, MC of the 1995 Choosing Ceremony, resumed his position in the center of the stage area.

"The results, please." asked Sheldon. Raymond smiled, whispered something into the MC's ear for several seconds and handed across a large white embossed envelope. Then he went back to his place on the vote counting table. Raymond never took credit for the work of others. He knew how much effort Sheldon had put into making this day run smoothly, and was happy for him to hog the limelight. As Council President, he could easily have insisted on delivering the results himself, but one of the major reasons he had become the most respected boy to ever fill that position was because he always liked to keep a low profile and work in the background. He never yelled at anyone when things went wrong and he really did believe the buck stopped with him personally. He was incredibly handsome, strongly charismatic, loyal to a fault, immensely intelligent, had an innate understanding of fairness and equity, he was always polite, and possessed an intuitive understanding of community. Few boys ever questioned any decision he made. Indeed, Paul Hardin was still brooding over what many would consider a very mild admonishment, "Paul – not happy. You and the Jacobs kid – not happy." But from Raymond, that was about as bad as it got. Every member of the Council, and most boys in the Spring who got to know the young man, understood that such a "dressing-down" in front of others was far more devastating than a slug in the gut from almost any other lesser mortal.

"The time has come my Mackey brothers," Sheldon called out in a loud voice, "to proclaim the 1995 Mackey Community bottoms."

At this news, a tremendous cheer erupted from all sides of the clearing at Old Knot and it took several minutes for the MC to bring the crowd under control before he could continue.

"The final vote is in, all the scores are tallied, and the tie has been broken. The figures have been double checked, and certified by our Council President. But before I name the lucky boys, let me stress what a great honor it is to be chosen. Each boy should feel pride in that achievement and pursue this honor to the best of his ability, doing good service to his community. Most adults in the Mackey clan – your parents – consider this ceremony a unifying event that binds us together for life. And each boy using one of the bottoms should be aware of this, always show respect. And part of that respect is using them for their purpose. This has been our family tradition for 166 years."

"I will not bother to read the full final points given to every candidate. Raymond and his little helper elves will post the full score sheet, shortly. However, let me now pay tribute to the boys in the top 8 places. Please hold your applause until all the figures are announced."

"In eighth place, with just 2 positive votes, we have Seth Mackey. A rather disappointing showing, Seth. I expected a better score from you. Never mind, I guess you're happy."

A bunch of kids laughed. Everyone in the audience knew this was not the type of event where high scores were welcomed by any participant.

"In seventh place, we have Cooper with 6 points. Cooper, I'm not sure whether you should strangle your brother Tanner or kiss him. He didn't end up giving you any protection, but the fact people thought he would is all that saved you, is my guess. You do have one hell of a nice rear end back there."

"In sixth place, we have our first tie - Tolley and Kelley Tucker each share 7 positive points."

There were some boos from the audience at this until Sheldon held up his hand for silence.

"Kelley, it was definitely your lucky day. I think you owe a heap of gratitude to Tanner who literally save your butt. Otherwise, you might have been right up there with the best. And Tolley, you had family protection that saved your ass. Don't forget to thank your brothers."

"In fifth place, we have Brad Jacobs with 8 points. Brad, you definitely need to get down on your knees and thank the gods. It was only your brother's protection, and that from Toby Sanders, that saved your sweet little ass. Unfortunate, as it would have made a worthy Mackey bottom every boy would be proud of."

"Gentlemen we are now down to the places that count. Drum roll, please." Sheldon made a drumming sound on the table near him.

"We had a tie for fourth place, as you all know. Dean and Bert both received 18 points. It's something that rarely happens at Choosings, but there is precedent. We had the highly spirited bidding competition and you, the audience, have relegated poor Dean to actual fifth place. But take heart, Dean, you will be held to every letter of the agreement you made. And, as part of the Ceremony today where our 4 new bottoms are introduced for the first time into their new lives, you will join them as you are publicly fucked by the 11-year-olds Carter, Michael, your brother Hunter, and then by your 14-year-old brother Fairlane. Because the Council considers this a private contract between yourself and these boys, you are not covered by the general Mackey protection of a one-year age difference between top and bottom. Therefore, Fairlane is not excluded and will take up his full rights today. Carter and Michael, even though you are only 11-year-olds, you will be joint owners of Dean's mouth for three months, starting tomorrow. As per the agreement, you can make use of his mouth any time you want during that 3-month period yourselves and can give others access up to 4 times a week. But the Council will impose an age restriction on that. The boys must be over 10 and under 16. Finally, Fairlane, you will own your brother's ass for the next three months. But you can only use it once per day yourself and can make it available to the community another two times a day for that three months. The same age rules that apply to Carter and Michael will apply in your case. Also, I suspect you will have many boys wanting to attend your party at the end of the year. I guess you'll be bringing in the New Year with a bang!"

Laughter and loud cheering went up from the audience. The crowd was ecstatic. Dean had effectively made himself a full bottom with both mouth and ass rights for three months. Sheldon guessed it would be a very miserable time for the soon to be 13-year-old.

"Because of the outcome of the tie break, Bert Mackey is now our official fourth bottom. Perhaps you should have tried harder, Bert? But the private agreement you made with your brother Gerry still applies. He has full ownership of your ass for the entire time you're a Community Bottom. And Gerry can use you whenever he wants without it counting against the maximum number of fucks you have to give per day. I do hope you two get along?"

More laughter from the crowd.

"Now the serious stuff. In third place was Chris Corbin, with a total of 19 points. Beating this magnificent score by just one point was Judge Mackey with 20 in second place, and finally, our outright winner with a grand total of 22 points is Cal Brewer. Please note that our last three bottoms have no individual owners and are therefore considered Mackey community boy property with all the duties and protections that implies."

The crowd were cheering their heads off at the news. They were watching history being made. Never before in the long collective memory of the Mackey clan had there ever been 4 bottoms, well maybe a fifth, at least for 3 months. It took Sheldon several minutes to restore some semblance of control

"Congratulations, Cal, Judge, Chris and Bert. You are now Community Bottoms for the Mackey clan, and as such, your bottoms, specifically your assholes and the warm tightness inside, will be made available to all boys 12 to one year older than you for the first 6 months of your service, 12 to 2 years older than you for the following six months, as the individual rules provide, and finally 12 to 3 years older for the further time of your community duty. This can, of course, be adjusted as needs. Each and any boy, as provided in the Safeguard Rules that are posted at the clubhouse and that we will go over at the end of this session, may at any time and place, as the rules allow, ask for and expect access to your hole, and your full cooperation and enthusiasm in bringing them off inside you in such a way as you can provide them with maximum pleasure."

Now the audience did get to its collective feet and cheer, applaud and stamp their feet again on the bleachers. Eventually a few boys started a chant that quickly spread. "Cal, Judge, Chris and Bert," "Cal, Judge, Chris and Bert," "Cal, Judge, Chris and Bert." The chanting and noise continued for several minutes until Sandy Jacobs and Hinton Mackey went up and pinned the full final scores up on the bulletin board.

Quiet reigned for several minutes as the audience read through the list. They all knew the Choosing Ceremony was far from over. The best part still lay ahead - the breaking-in of the new bottoms and the checkmarks.

Final Voting Scores

Announcement of the Magic Number

"There remains but one final official notice for me to give at this time," said Sheldon, after allowing a short period for all to review the final scores. "The Magic Number."

A hush returned to the crowd. No one present had ever seen that used before.

"Let's do the Math. We had 137 registered voters. That's the numerator and 20 boys on the line. That's the denominator. Who would like to tell us the Magic Number?"

"Sandy Jacobs?"

Sheldon knew it was a bit mean to put Sandy on the spot like this. But he'd been thinking about the kid a lot all morning, whenever his thoughts wandered, and he wanted to know if he was as smart as he hoped.

"Six-point, err, eight-five," said Sandy confidently.

"Spot on. Smart boy. But let's round it up. We don't have part checkmarks – Seven."

Every eye at Old Knot shot back to the scoreboard to check. But it was soon obvious that there was only one boy with seven checkmarks.

"Congratulations again, Cal Brewer. You have reached the Magic Number."

Cal just hung his head in shame. Could this day possibly get any worse?

Loud cheering erupted yet again. Some of the more empathic boys considered Cal's dad very cruel for demanding such a punishment. And some of the wiser 10s and 11s just hoped that the idea didn't spread among the parents. There were few secrets in Indian Spring. Others just bathed in the afterglow of their good fortune of being one of the 22 boys who had signed Cal's back.

"Cal, in addition to your obligations as a Mackey bottom, you are required to perform your seven blow jobs this morning. One per checkmark as is the standard. But in addition, you are also required to give seven blowjobs to every boy who signed your back. These blowjobs must be given on demand, even if in public (if only Mackey boys over 10 are present). Raymond has already told me that no consideration will be given to doing these in front of girls. All seven blowjobs have to be given within one year, and can be asked for at any time. Any 11-year-olds who signed your back are also included. We will provide you with a list of boys who signed before you leave today. However, we are giving you the same 5 day "recovery period" for your blowjobs, as is standard for the fucks. Do you have any questions, Cal?"

Cal didn't. He just wanted to cry. Like Sandy Jacobs, he also had some Math skills. There were 22 kids who signed his back, multiplied by 7. That came to 154 blowjobs he had to perform within the next year, not including the ones today. About one every two days. His old life was definitely over.

Sheldon smiled broadly at the audience.

"We will now take a 15-minute break to organize the last part of the ceremony today – the induction of our new bottoms and sorting of the checkmarks."

A short intermission

Sheldon speaks to the new bottoms

Sheldon allowed several minutes for the news to sink in for the newly selected bottoms. Then he asked those 4 boys to follow him behind the stage area for a private word. He noted the very different reactions on their faces. Cal Brewer looked like he was ready to jump off the nearest bridge, Chris Corbin looked resigned to his fate, and Bert Mackey appeared totally bewildered, as if he had suddenly been dropped on an alien planet where everyone had two heads. But most surprising of all was Judge Mackey, who somehow appeared rather pleased with himself. Sheldon would have dismissed the notion as ridiculous, but he recalled Tad, his fellow council member, and the comments from his cousin Mouse. Maybe another "friend of Dorothy's," to use the old English expression, he mused. It was always a huge benefit if the bottoms were gay. Look at Kevin, and himself! And what about the Jacobs kid. He'd just offered to spend the night. Sandy Jacobs was smart enough to know what that meant. But no, not gay – well, not completely. Bi? But Sheldon realized he needed to put such musings from his mind for now. The Choosing Ceremony was far from over. He stared again at the faces in front of him.

"Boys, you four have been selected as Mackey bottoms. Nothing will change that now. You must learn to accept it. You need to get your mind into a place where you can live with what will happen. You will have good days and bad days, but this will be your life for at least the next 2 years. You fill a vital and highly respected community role. Your duties and obligations will be explained to you over the next several days by me and the other current bottoms. Your parents will be informed by the Council of your new role. Decide today to accept that role and your life will be a lot easier. And as you take up your duties as Mackey bottoms, rest assured you are not alone. It is my job to protect you from abuse, or over use. I'm the first person you should speak to if you have a complaint against any boy. We always take those seriously and will thoroughly investigate each case. Before the end of the Choosing Ceremony, every boy in the audience will be warned once again about the severe consequences of mistreating the bottoms."

"I was a bottom for 3 years, and I know what you are going through. And you should rely on the others who share your duties for advice and help. Kevin and Tanner Mackey are close to your age and you can always approach them if I scare you for any reason. They know the game. And our new bottoms' bottom, Sandy Jacobs, has told me he will move heaven and earth to ensure you all get through the next 2 years with as little wear and tear as possible. Rely on and confide in those people when things seem awful and you'll get through it. I did and so have a long line of boys in our family going back 166 years."

"We will shortly go back out onto the stage area where you will be officially fucked for the first time. In fact, you will each be fucked 4 times today, except for Cal. Unfortunately, you will need to accommodate 7 boys because of the checkmark rule. You all must steel yourselves for what is about to happen. You saw Matty Corbin getting fucked for the first time just a little while ago. He lived through it and so will you. The good news is we carefully vet the boys who fuck you today. You won't face any monster cocks. We'll start with the smallest and build up."

"And when you are penetrated for the first time – I mean when the kid sticks his dick in, relax as much as you can and push out like you are trying to take a shit. It makes the entrance easier. The more you tense, the greater the pain. I will make sure the boys doing the fucking have well lubricated cocks and that you get a few extra dollops beforehand. Any questions?"

Nobody said anything and Sheldon guessed each boy was just too overwhelmed with what was happening to think straight.

"Just a final bit of advice. Be proud of your new role. Bottoms have tremendous power and influence in our community, if you care to use it. You have already been selected. Now, you need to earn the respect of the other boys. You build that, brick by brick, by doing your duty with a smile and always putting on a good show."

"Welcome to the world of being a Mackey bottom. Today will be bad. You can't change that. But there are big benefits down the line, if you're prepared to seize them. As the English might say, buck-up everyone and do your duty."

Kevin speaks to Sheldon

"Sheldon," called Kevin Mackey, as he made his way back to the stage area. The older boy looked up. "What is it, Kevin?"

"I want the break-in rights on Cal Brewer."

"What?" asked the older boy in surprise. "You didn't even sign his back."

"No, I had to protect Sean. But I want to be the first to fuck Brewer. I'm asking this as a favor, bottom to bottom."

"Well," Sheldon said, looking down at his notes. First dibs have already been promised to 13-year-old Glen. You know, Evan Junior's kid. He was the next to sign on the Brewer kid after Brian Mackey. But Brian already got the blowjob, so Glen is next, then Jack (13), Mitch's brother. He's gonna be mighty pissed off if I do."

"Leave Glen to me. He owes me a load of favors. If he agrees to take second place, is that okay?"

"Fine with me. You're both in the age limitations. But why do you want it? I thought you and Sandy Jacobs had a thing."

"We do, but I'm the only boy present today that saw what Brewer did to Kelley Tucker at the White Party. I figure a little payback is due. Nothing against the rules, but it should be quite a show. I need to speak to Brewer first, though."

"No problem with me if you get Glen on your side."

"Thanks," said Kevin before running off.

This could be interesting, thought Sheldon.

A quick Council Meeting

Sheldon was joined by Raymond, Tad and a few other senior members of the Council to organize the names of the boys who would be fucking the new bottoms today. The aim was to create lists acceptable to the community, but ensured the boys had as gentle an introduction to their new lives as possible. A priority was given, of course, to kids who had signed each bottom's back. However, there were other considerations, as well. The top needed to fit the strict age range requirement of not more than 12 months older than the bottom and no oversized cocks, if possible. Also, kids with kinder, gentler reputations were preferred. And obviously, because all this would be done in front of over 150 of their age peers, no boys suffering with excessive modesty. Though they had never found this an issue in the past. There was also a competing need to ensure the different Kinsets and factions were represented. Finally, the new bottoms themselves had some limited input into the decision and were also told the names on the final list.

Doing all this was no easy task, but Jason, Tad, Darrell, and Hiram had been working on tentative lists for the last 30 minutes. Eventually the following was agreed, and Sheldon stepped back to center stage to announce the order for each new bottom. He read.

"List for Cal Brewer

1. Kevin Mackey (13) – Brother of Jason (17) and Sean (12)

2. Glen (13) – Brother of Roy (14) and Henry (11)

3. Ricky Mackey (10) – Brother of Dexter (14)

4. Bennett Mackey (13)

5. Andrew Carrigan (11) - Brother of Stephen (12)

6. Jagger Mackey (11) – Brother of Domenic (15)

7. Travis Jacobs, (11) – Second cousin to Sandy (13)."

He would have a tight quivering anus by the time he got through that lot, Sheldon thought. The Council agreed to award the extra "fucking the bottom" minus point to Travis Jacobs, even though he officially voted for Chris. Raymond was concerned no kid could take 7 fucks in a row from 13-year-olds so they padded Cal's list with as many 11s as they thought they could get away with.

Cal Brewer did a double-take as the list was read out. The kid he had always regarded as his best friend, Bennett Mackey, had somehow wangled himself on there. They had always been comfortable hanging out together. Bennett was generally just happy to go along. But now he was going to push his cock up my butt-hole, thought Cal to himself - use him like a girl, and then shoot cum inside his ass. Cal was going to have another kid's sperm inside his ass. And not just one. Before that, three others, just a few months older or younger. He would see these guys at school and every time they saw him, they'd remember this day. And even then, it was far from over. There were three more lined up to fill his hole after that. How could he possibly survive this? Okay, Kelley Tucker had been fucked more at the White Party and lived to tell the tale. Cal had done five of them. And there were kids 14 and 15 that fucked Kelley. He only faced 11 and 13-year-olds. And he knew he was tougher than Tucker on his worst day. And get through it, he would.

"List for Judge Mackey

1. Chase Garvin (13) – Brother of Jeff (12) and Tilton (10)

2. Adan Koch (11) – Brother of Arthur (15) and Austin (13)

3. Austin Koch (13) - Brother of Arthur (15) and Adan (11)

4. Kirk Mackey (13) - Brother of Keegan (14) and Koby (10)"

Judge wanted Chase Gavin to go first, even though Sheldon suggested 11-year-old Adan. In the end, they agreed to follow Judge's request. It was his "end," after all. Judge was pretty happy with the list. He liked Chase and Austin, but Kirk could be a bit of a prick at times and he hardly knew Adan at all. He guessed that over the next 2 years, there wouldn't be many cousins he didn't get to know a lot more intimately.

"List for Chris Corbin

1. Stevie Jacobs (11)

2. Harry Corbin (11) Brother of Michael (14) and Chris (12)

3. Clifton Corbin (13) First cousin to Matty (12). Had no idea his cousin was coming today. His family still lived in Indian Spring.

4. Ryan Jacobs (13) Sandy and Brad's second cousin. He and his 11-year-old brother, Travis, wanted to vote for Brad, but Ryan wisely chose the boy Sheldon was pushing. That would provide some protection to Travis next year."

Chris had requested that Stevie take first place. There were four 11-year-olds who had signed his back, and the Council had a preference to allow younger boys to go first, and the agreement was made. But apart from Stevie, who might be okay, Chris Corbin hated everything else about his list. His brother Harry, he now detested, his cousin Clifton was way too much of a smart-ass and would never let him forget this. And Ryan Jacobs was a totally self-obsessed, insensitive prick. It would be a bad day.

"List for Bert Mackey

1. Alex Mackey (11) first cousin

2. Sam Mackey (11) brother

3. Gordon Mackey (11) first cousin

4. Gerry Mackey (13) brother

Bert's close family members were assigned "break-in" rights, as they had done the most to ensure he was selected. But Bert himself was disgusted that his brothers and cousins had treated them this way. He made up his mind, then and there, one of them would be paying for this next year, and it would be him demanding "break-in" rights.

"List for Dean Mackey

1. Carter (11) – Brother of Eddie (13) and Tom (10)

2. Michael (11) – Brother of Eric (14) and Brian (13)

3. Hunter (11) brother

4. Fairlane (14) brother"

Dean was not an official bottom, but the order was based upon the agreement he made. He hated his list, and hated the whole agreement he had been forced to make. And it was totally unfair. Even though he wasn't an "official" bottom, he would be getting fucked 4 times like all the others, well, except for Cal, of course, who had it worse.

Sandy speaks to Cal Brewer

The four new Mackey bottoms were ordered back onto the benches with the other boys, after their talk from Sheldon. They were told "certain administrative matters needed to be dealt with." Cal guessed they were arranging who would be the first to fuck his ass. Groups of boys were involved in heated debate with Sheldon and a few other Council members and the kids on the line were being ignored for the time being.

He was surprised to see Sandy Jacobs suddenly standing next to him. This was the kid he'd seen with Kevin that time at his house. They didn't know each other well. They were in different grades in school and he knew the Jacobs family just moved back to Indian Spring a few weeks ago. The eight-grader bent down and whispered.

"A warning. Kevin Mackey thinks you're a real prick and you deserve everything you get. Something about a White Party and Kelley Tucker. But he never told me the details. He's used his influence to get break-in rights on your ass. Kevin's my friend and I respect him. But I never judge people only on what others say about them. My old great granddad Sam - he was a wise old bird - he taught me that. So, I will make my own decision about you from the way you treat me and how you behave from now on. You've been dealt a shitty hand, but you can't do anything about that now. I was, too – not quite as bad as yours, but bad enough. I know what it's like to be fucked by a guy who hates your guts. We'll talk about it more if we become friends. For now, there's only 2 things you can do. Let it dominate your thinking and allow it to destroy your life, or live with it, and get your head into a space where you accept what's happening. Make the best of this shitty situation and try to turn it into something better. Okay, I know that sounds like total crap. What I'm saying is, until I have facts of my own that prove you're a prick, I'll treat you as a friend and do all in my very limited power to help you any way I can. It's the same offer I'm making to all the new bottoms. You all need friends now. Let me be one of yours. But Kevin, my brothers, and all my other friends are part of that package. Whatever's between you, Kevin and Kelley Tucker, bury it now. Not easy I know – I've got to do the same with a couple of guys myself."

"And one more thing old great granddad Sam used to tell me," Sandy continued. "Shit happens! Live with it. Sometimes you're the bug and sometimes you're the windscreen. I was the bug last week. It's your turn today." What Sandy left unsaid was that someday, hopefully not too far into the distant future, he would be the windscreen.

Before Cal could even react or say anything, Sandy had disappeared back into the crowd.

Kevin speaks to Cal

Cal Brewer was surprised again, three minutes later, when Kevin Mackey came up and told him to walk with him. Thinking this must be some sort of trap, he looked over to Sheldon, who just nodded okay. Cal was way past being concerned about anything that happened on this crazy day, so he got up and followed Kevin out of the stage area and a short way down one of the little tracks that crisscrossed Old Knot. He was relieved to be walking about again, but highly embarrassed. After all, he was still completely naked and Kevin was fully clothed. But there was nothing he could do. The Mackey owned him now. When they entered the forest area, Kevin turned around, looked at him and said,

"Don't be embarrassed about being naked. I've seen more naked guys, and they've seen me, in the last 12 months than anyone would believe. You know I'm one of the bottoms from last year?"

"Yes," answered Cal. But he had just discovered that news today. He didn't go to the sleep-over at the Jacobs house, and everything he now knew about the Mackey, he'd learned from his 13-year-old friend, Bennett. He had talked about the Choosing Ceremony and the bottoms, but never mentioned any names. Until today, he had absolutely no idea that two guys a year ahead of him in school were getting fucked up to 4 times a day.They had kept that a secret. He had never even heard rumors of it. He was actually relieved that the Mackey kept their mouths shut. After all, he was one of the bottoms now.

"Sandy Jacobs says I got to bury the hatchet with you," said Kevin. "He's my... Well, never mind about that. I told him okay, but not before you get a little payback for what you did to another friend of mine - Kelley Tucker - at the White Party. You remember that?"

Kevin looked carefully at the other boy for some reaction. He knew Cal Brewer well enough to know he wouldn't like that idea one little bit. But he said nothing and didn't look particularly angry. "Resigned," Kevin thought.

The fact was, after everything Bennett had told him of the bottoms, what his father had said to Raymond, the things he had seen and that had been done today already, and finally, the recent warning from Sandy, Cal was way past surprised. He had to accept his fate, or have his father, his friends, the scouts and 150 Mackey kids in his home town all out to get him. As the Jacobs kid said, he was the bug today, not the windscreen.

"Like you and him," Kevin continued, "we are gonna do a show today that everyone will whisper about to their friends for years to come – maybe the rest of their lives. I know you've done a fair bit of fucking. Well, so have I, particularly over the past week. But I've been fucked more times than you've had hot dinners, and I've pretty much done it all. I'll be fucking you shortly, but not a regular Choosing Day event. This needs to be spectacular. You'll be showing your appreciation of being fucked by me by grunting and groaning, by yelling out how much you want it, and by begging me to pound you harder. You'll go down on my cock and suck it greedily when I tell you. And we'll be doing different positions for the fucking part – loads of them. If you look back over to the benches, you'll see Sheldon has already cleared the kids away from the side you were on. I wanted plenty of room. And I'm not stopping my fucking until you cum. As long as it takes. I fucked Sandy last night and jerked off in the bathroom an hour ago. I reckon I've got staying power. Let me know when you're about to shoot, and I'll time my orgasm to coincide. I'm pretty good at that now."

When Kevin had finished, he stared again at Cal Brewer for some reaction. But there still wasn't anything. Just that look of resignation.

"You do all that and I'll make sure the rest of your day is as easy as possible – well, as best I can for a guy with 7 fucks and 7 checkmarks to face. And then, I'll do as Sandy wants. I'll bury the hatchet and give you a clean start. But if you don't, if you resist, I guarantee I will make today and every day you serve as a bottom as miserable as I can."

Cal never doubted he would do just that. Clearly, Kevin had influence. He had heard two kids complaining about him getting "break-in rights."

"How come he gets to go first? He didn't even sign his back." the first boy complained.

"It's Kevin," answered the other. "A ton of guys owe him a favor. Are you going to complain to the Council?"

"No fucking way. I've got an appointment with him tomorrow afternoon at my place at 4:00 PM. I don't want to fuck with that."

When Kevin still saw no reaction other than resignation, he said,

"You ready? Let's go do this. Remember, it's just a show for the other guys. Take your cues from me. Make it loud, make it memorable and it'll wipe your slate with me clean. Kelley Tucker's another matter, I guess."

Breaking in the new bottoms

Cal Brewer

Kevin walked back to Old Knot, stripping off his clothes as he went. After 12 months as a Mackey community bottom, he had lost all modesty in front of other boys.

Sheldon was waiting and addressed the crowd.

"It is time, my Mackey brothers, to break-in the first of our new community bottoms. Following tradition, that will be the boy with the most votes. Please give a warm welcome to Cal Brewer, who is to be deflowered today by our very own and popular bottom Kevin. And a deflowering it is. Cal tells me he's never had a stiff prick up his ass before. But if other reports are anything to go by, he's done his fair share of fucking himself. But this will be a new experience for the boy."

There was laughing and wild applause at this. Every boy there over 13 had either had fun personally with Kevin (which was most) or who knew someone who had.

"Thanks, everyone for this warm welcome," Kevin said, striding confidently into the central stage area, followed by a clearly more reluctant Cal Brewer. "I had to call in quite a few favors to get this spot for break-in rights on the first new bottom today. However, I was hoping to show you a different side of me." And with his last comment he turned his back to the bleachers and wiggled his ass back and forth provocatively.

General laughter broke out everywhere.

"Oops, not that part. I think you've all seen that." More laughter.

"No, I wanted to show all you big pricks in the audience how to properly fuck a boy." There was even more laughter at the last comment. He was sailing close to the wind this time, but the humor enabled this outrageous teasing of the audience.

"Most of you guys when you fuck me are only interested in your own pleasure. You stick it in, pump a few times, cum gallons, zip-up and walk away. But what about the bottom and his needs? And Cal has volunteered to help me demonstrate how to properly fuck one of the bottoms. Cal?"

The naked Cal Brewer came forward, somewhat reluctantly.

"The first thing you need to do is ensure the top is hard enough to fuck. Cal, can you think of a good way to get another boy hard?"

"Play with his cock," he answered softly.

"Oh, come on Cal, you can do better than that. Even the people in the front seats couldn't hear that. Louder."

"Play with his cock."

"So, do it," responded Kevin.

Cal grabbed hold of Kevin's penis and softly started stroking around the head and then along the shaft. Kevin leaned over and whispered, "Brewer, put your old life away for the next 2 years. You're a Mackey bottom now. To get through it, you're going to need the kids watching on your side. So, get into the act."

"Boys, as you see, Cal is new to all this, but he'll learn. Harder, Cal, rub it much harder. Pretend it's your own. It won't break."

And Cal did. Like some switch in his head had been turned on. He started rubbing Kevin's penis up and down until the 13-year-old was completely boned up.

"Good, that's more like it." Kevin announced. "My cock is not very big – only about 4-and-a-half inches, but Cal, tell me what you think of it."

"I never really looked at boys' cocks before," he said, before Kevin cut-in, "Well, that's gonna change as a Mackey bottom, ain't it?"

More laughter from the crowd.

"I guess..."

"Describe it for the guys in the back. It's not very big, as I said, and maybe people at the back can't see."

Cal Brewer took a deep breath and resigned himself to the inevitable. He knew this was going to happen, whatever he did, and Kevin had promised to help him if he played along. So, he would.

"It's a handsome circumcised cock of 4.5 inches. You have some pubic hair above it, but none on your balls. It looks real nice, Kevin."

"Well done. A great description. Are you looking forward to having this up your ass?"

"Well, truthfully, I'm glad it's this cock and not some other big ones I've seen. You know, that's gonna break me in."

"A good honest answer," said Kevin. "But I'm looking forward to this, too." Then he looked at the audience and continued,

"As I said before, you get the most out of a bottom by considering his needs, as well as your own." He grabbed Cal's soft cock and started stroking. It took less than a minute to turn the limp penis into a rigid tool.

"You see, boys, it doesn't take too much effort on your part to ensure your partner enjoys the process, as well. Cal, can you think of anything else you could do to turn me on, to heighten my pleasure?"

He leaned over and whispered, "Next, we'll do some sucking."

"What if I sucked on it a bit?"

"Damn good idea, Cal. Why don't you get down on your knees and do that while I explain?"

As Cal Brewer's mouth enclosed around Kevin's cock, he was forced to take a breath as he felt a tongue swirl around the head of his penis. He always loved this. And he loved how Sandy's cock-sucking technique had been improving over the last week. He knew Cal would also get better at the oral arts as he worked off the Magic Number. It was a real pity he couldn't sign this kid's back. But protecting his brother Sean was his first priority, of course.

"As you all know, sucking is not normally part of a bottom's official duties, and he can always say no. However, if you're not completely self-obsessed and actually bring pleasure to the bottoms you fuck, you may find a more willing partner to try different things."

"Let's turn around, Cal, so that the guys in the other bleachers can see." He started moving in a 180-degree turn, forcing Cal to shuffle on his knees, head buried in the older boy's crotch, as they slowly rotated.

"You see Cal is doing an excellent job. Not the full suction of a blow job. He wants my cum up his ass, not down his throat. But as Cal has reached the Magic Number, he'll probably become quite good at this as well over the next year."

"This next part may seem controversial to many of you, but just between you and me, it's more common than most boys will admit. If you want your bottom to really get into this, there's nothing better than 69ing. Cal, stop sucking now and lie down on your back on the bench here."

When Cal was on his back, Kevin turned to face the other way and then lay down on top of him.

"You see, in this position, Cal can continue sucking gently on my cock. Do that, Cal." He did so. "But also notice, my head is in the perfect position to suck him. My advice, if you want the best performance from your bottom boy, this is the way to his heart." And with that, Kevin bend his head down and took the 3.7 inches of Cal's dick into his mouth, swirling it around gently. He did this for almost 2 minutes as the audience looked on in fascination. Most had never seen a 69 before, and those that had, who might have actually done it, would never admit it to anyone. The Mackey were no strangers to sex, but in their world, you were either a top or bottom – never both. But to Kevin, that idea was the height of stupidity and narrow mindedness. His demonstration today was a small part of his plan to change community thinking.

After he lifted his head, Kevin said, "Thanks, Cal. You suck like a pro. But you can have too much of a good thing. My cum is meant for your ass this time, not your mouth. And you Mackey out here watching. Try it. You might be pleasantly surprised and I guarantee your bottom will love it."

"What did you think, Cal?"

"I didn't mind sucking your dick. It's nice, but when you sucked mine, I really loved it."

"And my Mackey brothers, the things about boys is they can't lie about sex and get away with it. Notice how boned up Cal's cock is. About 3 and three-quarters of solid boy meat, I would say, if I was an expert. But the thing is, I am. Next time Cal and I fuck, and Cal, there will be a next time, very soon I hope, he'll know I'm a considerate top and be keen to please."

"But for now, Cal, the time has come to rid you of that tiresome virginity you have back there. Get on your hands and knees across the bench so the audience get a good view." Cal Brewer did as he was told. He was actually pleased that Kevin had been very good to him so far. Okay, he had to do a bunch of repulsive things, but he knew deep down he hadn't treated Tucker this well.

"The next part in the fucking process is the most crucial. Are you a virgin back here, Cal? Have you ever had a boy's cock deep up your asshole?"

"No, Kevin, I'm a virgin, but I reckon you'll soon change that. Is that right, Kevin?"

"Right on, little man." Kevin smiled at Brewer and gave him a wink to say, well done.

"But you never want to rush the next part. No matter how experienced the bottom, initial entry can be painful, and 10 times more for virgins. You need lots of lubricant. Sheldon, the jar please." Kevin had noticed the MC standing by with one of the several jars of Vaseline.

"Cal, my advice is you always do this next bit yourself. To ensure as painless an entry as possible, take a big glob of Vaseline from the jar and cover my entire cock thoroughly." Cal turned around and sat down on the bench in front of the kneeling Kevin and started rubbing in the greasy lube.

"Okay, that's more than enough. Now, add a bit more into your own asshole. I know the 10s did a pretty good job before, but that was hours ago now. A generous amount. One finger first, in-out, in-out, and now add a second. Very gently. Okay, well done. I think you're ready. Back onto your hands and knees, Cal, and keep your legs about 10 inches apart."

"Audience, this is the perfect position for initial entry. The buttocks are neatly presented. You see the firm round globes, they are slightly open and ready to play, the balls prominently displayed, and hanging neatly. A reasonable size and capable of producing seed of their own. And the hint, but only a hint at this stage, of the treasure hole within, just begging to be fucked. Are you ready to be fucked, Cal?"

"Go ahead, I'm ready."

Kevin smiled to himself. Cal was sounding cocky now, but had no real idea what he was about to feel.

"But a good top will do two more things. Apply a little more lube between the open cheeks and into the portal within, and then another small glob onto the erect cock of the bottom. You see, the best way to ensure a bottom puts you as the very first name on his list every time, is to wank him off as you fuck. You both achieve orgasm. You both walk away happy."

"Now the insertion. Slow and steady is always the best policy."

Kevin got up on his knees behind Cal, pulled the boy's cheeks apart and slowly started pushing into the barely open hole. Cal felt the greased hot knob penetrate his butt cheeks, and move into the entry of his anus. He gave an involuntary gasp at the unfamiliar sensation of another kid putting his cock back there. At first, nothing happened. Kevin's cock was constantly repressuring his defenseless anal closure. Kevin leaned forward and pushed with more of his weight. Cal tried to force the invading pressure backward, but was stunned as his anal muscle opened instead, wrapping around that large invader, and pulling more of it into his bottom. He grunted in pain. This was worse than he ever imagined. And he had done this to many kids.

"How does it feel, Cal? Tell us all."

"Shiiiit" he almost screamed. "Fuck, it hurts!"

"Tell us more, Cal. Is it good for you?"

"It feels enormous!! It's like someone has taken a baseball bat and is ramming it back there. I have never felt so full."

"Well, Cal, that's perfectly normal. It's your first time, after all."

"Oohhhh!"

"I just pushed in another inch," Kevin announced to the crowd. "Best to give him a minute to adjust, and then another push."

"Oohhhh!" Longer this time and more urgent.

"Well done, Cal. That's it. You now have my entire 4 and-a-half inches inside. Relax and think happy thoughts."

Cal felt the first hairs at the base of Kevin's cock tickle the sensitive skin of his butt cheeks. Kevin moved his hand around and took hold of Cal's cock.

"You will notice Cal has now gone completely limp. Quite normal in initial penetration and multiply by a factor of 10 for virgins. But remaining fully embedded and allowing the bottom to adjust for several minutes is good policy. And so is jerking the boy back to erection. Bottoms with boners feel less pain. Remember the song, `There's a fine line between pleasure and pain.' How does it feel now, Cal?"

"Like the baseball bat is still there."

Everyone laughed.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Mackey bottoms get lots of practice."

Kevin allowed another minute for the boy to adjust.

"Once penetration is achieved, time for the fucking."

Still slowly jerking Cal's cock, Kevin began a slow in and out motion with his hips. Only barely an inch at first, but steadily building as next two and then three inches were being pushed in and pulled out in a rapid-fire action.

Cal grunted "Augghh!" with each in-stroke and "Ehrr! on the out-strokes. He gritted his teeth, incredible pain spreading quickly through him as the foreign sensation of being stretched open was met with feeling and understanding that a long shaft was dragging his anal rim inward as it slid deeper into his butt and then out again.

Kevin soon established a steady in-out rhythm, accompanied by the continuous grunts and groans of the new Mackey bottom.

"It's important not to rush fucking one of the bottoms. Take your time. It's better for you and for him. Also, audience, please note that Cal is completely hard once again. Your Mackey bottoms can enjoy a good fucking provided you put yourself out a little. And playing with and masturbating the bottom's cock are always to be encouraged."

As he was saying all this, Kevin was slowly increasing the pace. For Cal, the pain of rapid-fire assault on his hole was dulled somewhat by his own steadily growing arousal. He had to admit Kevin knew how to jerk a cock. But he could feel the dick of the bigger boy stretching him the whole time.

"How does it feel for you, Cal?"

"Painful, but okay, I guess."

"Do you think you might cum soon if we keep doing this?"

"Yes, soon." It was clear from the kid's voice, he wasn't lying this time. So, Kevin stopped.

"As I said, no need to hurry the fucking of a Mackey bottom. Experiment with sex. Try different positions. There are hundreds of them, but I'll show you just a few today. Having the bottom on his hands and knees like this, I call the Doggy Position. But here, you're doing all the work. Let's get Cal involved.

Kevin pulled out and then lay down on his back on the bench.

"This is what I call "the cowboy ride." Cal, kneel over me, one leg on each side of my body, grab hold of my cock, and slowly impale yourself all the way down. Good! Now rise up again allowing part of my cock to come out, but not all the way, then push down again. Okay, that's great. Keep doing that up, down – up, down. Keep going and slowly increase the speed. Great!"

"You can have the bottom ride your dick as deep and for as long as you like, or until his knees give out. But don't overdo it. With "the cowboy ride," you can still bend forward and jerk the bottom's cock. And you get to lie back and do nothing but watch the bottom's face as he impales himself on your dick. Speed it up, Cal. You're the cowboy. You see the old homestead a mile in the distance. Ride for home with all your strength."

The up and down motions of Cal Brewer increased with urgency. Mixed with the fire of each down stroke, he also experienced pleasure as the riding massaged his prostate and Kevin's hand continued to jerk his dick. Intense feelings soon began to overwhelm him and he knew a cum was imminent. But suddenly, Kevin took firm hold of his hips and yelled "stop!" Cal was frustrated and tried to move up again, but Kevin pushed him off.

"What is it you want, Cal? Tell us?"

"I need to cum. Let me cum."

"Don't worry, you will, but we have a few new positions to try. Lie down on the bench on your back, Cal, and then raise your legs up towards your head. Good. This is what I call face-to-face. Maybe fun to try this position with one of our new gymnast bottoms."

Kevin reinserted his cock into Cal's now much looser, but still painful, hole and began a slow steady pumping action.

"Another great position for watching the bottom's face as he's impaled by your cock, but a little more difficult to jerk him off. Still possible, but he has the added advantage of your body rubbing across his dick."

Kevin kept pumping for another minute, but was aware Cal might cum at any time. He stopped jerking him off.

Pulling out, he said, "I know poor Cal here is ready to bust a nut at any second, but there's one more position to show. I call this one the `crowd pleaser.' Cal, lie on your side facing the audience. Spread your legs apart and raise your right leg up towards your shoulder. Good! Perfect. Now I get behind Cal and enter from the back and restart the fucking. You see jerking off the bottom is easy in this position, but it's called the `crowd pleaser' because everyone watching can see my cock going in and out. Not the most comfortable position for the top, but worth the effort, in my view."

"How you going there, Cal? Ready to shoot?"

"Soon, very soon. Fuck harder." yelled the boy at the top of his voice.

Kevin wasn't sure if Cal was saying this because of his prior threats and promises or because of the urgent need to blow a load. A little of both, he guessed. But Kevin wasn't far behind on that goal, either, and he sped up his pumping action to an almost frantic motion. Within two minutes, he felt Cal's prostate clamp down on his cock. That sent him over the top and as he pumped a solid load of cum into the boy's ass, he felt the sticky seed from Cal ooze over his right hand. He couldn't see clearly from his position, but would learn later that Cal actually shot three bursts – the first hit his chin, the second his chest and the third was pooling in his innie belly-button.

Kevin looked up. There was silence from the crowd and dozens of boys staring open mouthed in their direction. Then a sudden eruption of cheers and yelling took hold and didn't stop for several minutes. Cal looked totally wiped out, but Kevin struggled to his feet as the noise died down a little.

He looked up at the crowd, who were continuing to scream for more. Cal was still lying in the same position on the bench, as if too stunned to move. Kevin noticed cum leaking from the now puffy looking asshole, scraped some up with his index finger and held it up to the audience.

"That, my Mackey brothers, is how you fuck one of the bottoms."

He walked off to the shower block still unabashedly naked. On the way, he told Sheldon,

"Cal deserves a 10-minute break before his next fuck and go with the easiest option."

The audience was silent at first, but then a spontaneous shout of appreciation spread quickly around the bleachers, as boys got to their feet and clapped, cheered and wolf-whistled continuously for several minutes. Even the older boys had never seen anything of the like at a Choosing. Normally, the new bottoms, bent over the old logs, were just entered, often painfully, fucked a few minutes and then the top came. But what Kevin did had no precedent in Mackey boy folklore. It really was a day for firsts and many of the older boys wondered whether other tops would follow Kevin's lead.

Judge Mackey

Sheldon returned to center stage after allowing the applause to continue for some time.

"Wow, Kevin. That was amazing. Certainly the most memorable break-in of a new bottom I've ever seen. Let's give both boys another quick hand for that amazing demonstration."

He allowed the crowd to cheer another minute before he held up his right hand for silence.

"You know Cal has to get another 6 more fucks today because he passed the 5-checkmark rule. There'll be plenty more to see with him," Sheldon joked.

"But we'll give him a well-earned rest for a few minutes. You can go to the bathroom if you want, Cal."

Cal did, and raced off after Kevin. A lot of the boys laughed and some went down to intercept him before he entered the shower-block, to congratulate him on the magnificent performance.

"Next up, we have Judge Mackey and 13-year-old Chase Garvin, the first boy to sign his back. He will be doing the honors today."

Chase moved up behind Judge and was looking down at the smooth ass of the boy bent over before him on the bench. His mind was still embroiled in conflict. The angel on his right shoulder had been wishing that Judge wouldn't be picked – for his sake. But the devil on his left had been waiting for this moment all day. And Chase knew he wanted this now – more than anything he ever wanted before. This was something personal between the two of them, but here, at Old Knot, on this day, nothing could be further from a private intimate moment. After witnessing Kevin's "breaking-in" of Cal Brewer, Chase decided to throw caution to the wind and be himself. The only way he would get through it was to blot out the crowd of 150 guys watching. They weren't there. They didn't exist.

The mellow ass was in that transition from slightly chubby boy's backside to a muscular teenage ass - exactly the kind of bottom that you would expect to see in a perfect specimen of early pubescence such as Judge Mackey. Chase ran his palms down the boy's smooth plump cheeks with his thumbs traveling down the crack. It gave Judge shivers as he grabbed hold of the edge of the bench beside him, feeling this motion and the light caress down the edges of his crack and knowing what was about to happen to him.

Chase continued down the ass-cleft with his thumbs slowing to a stop near the junction with the legs. He pushed his thumbs in a little farther, getting a quiet sigh from Judge. He leveraged his thumbs and pulled apart the younger boy's cheeks revealing perfectly the tight brownish muscular pucker inside the valley. Judge sucked in some air as he felt the relative coolness of the outdoor breeze on his hole. Knowing that another boy was staring down at it put some butterflies in his stomach, as he was lying there bent over the bench. His cock which had been erect almost the entire time since he first stripped off, filled with more blood and became painfully hard.

"Wow. That's beautiful," Chase said, looking down at the slightly pulsing anal portal in front of him. His own dick was jumping up in response. Like Kevin, he had stripped off all his clothes before approaching the bench. If Judge had to be naked, then so would he.

"Uh, thanks."

"No really, Judge. I love it." He had seen other boys naked. He had seen their asses, but had never really thought of them as a portal to another pleasure zone. But this one was a beautiful sight. He could see in his mind, his bulging head pushing open that tensed sphincter as it pushed on through to have the back-door love muscle collapse back, grab a hold, and run pressure down the sensitive side of his dick. But first, he just wanted to look. It was a beautiful sight. He knew it wasn't a very boyish thing to say, but he definitely meant it. And fuck the gawking crowd.

Judge knew it wasn't a very boyish thing to hear – another boy praising his asshole. But inside he felt a rise in his anticipation. He was looking forward even more to the actual penetration. He was also more willing to admit it now than ever before – he wanted this. Lately he had started anticipating and even looking forward to the moment of penetration when he would feel another kid's penis slide into him and the boy would put his hands on his hips and proceed to claim his ass. He loved that thought, though he wouldn't really admit it any until now. After all, he never sought this out, he told himself. The Mackey were making him do this. And for the first time, he knew, he was very pleased they did. Right now, though, he was eagerly awaiting the dull pressure against his asshole, that slight pressure like a tensed ramming rod about to push open the resistant gates that are actually begging to be pushed against and penetrated. He had been "practicing" with a candle recently and had some idea of what to expect.

And he waited for that feeling, getting harder and hornier and more breathless. But while he was waiting, Chase was captivated. He kept staring at that wrinkled wonder, occasionally glimpsing the barest of openings like an invitation. More than an invitation, Judge's position, his soft squeezable melons under his hands, the rounding curve of the tightly drawn up and wrinkly boy-sack hanging like a barely suspended pendant below that reflexed hole that was pulling him in was a begging more than just an invitation. It was a strong pull, but he wanted to see it more on-level and he kneeled down behind the bent-over boy who was just a bit more than six months younger than himself.

Judge kept waiting and felt a shift behind him. He looked to the side and saw Chase lowering to his knees, still holding the cheeks open with his hands and thumbs and staring at his waiting hole. But it was no longer just his hole that was waiting, but the desire to feel the older boy deeper inside him. Maybe he would feel his cum when it came.

He felt the hands release his cheeks. One slid down and began to caress, first with one finger and then the whole hand, the roundness and fullness of his complete nutsack.

"I like your nuts from behind, Judge. They're pretty cool."

"Thanks. That feels good."

The hands slid back up to where they were before, the thumbs went into the crack and rubbed softly at the topmost fold of anal tissue that made the sphincter. Then Judge felt his ass gently pulled back open so that he was once again on view. He looked between his legs, under the bench, and saw the very hard dick that supposedly was going to go up his rectum at some point and the small nestle of brown hairs above it - hairs that proclaimed that this older boy would be able to implant him with his own seed and leave a load in his behind. That's what the Mackey wanted and Judge was, once again, glad they did.

He did really like the fact that Chase was interested in his butthole. He felt kind of weird that he thought that, but he couldn't help it. Since that time in the treehouse, Judge had wanted Chase to do this. He was about to say something about putting it in him, when all he got out was "Oooh, ah oooh man. That, ooh boy, that feeeelsss, ohhhh man..."

Chase had taken another look at the hole waiting for him, but he couldn't help leaning forward and sucking the back of the young balls into his mouth. He mouthed and sucked hungrily on the boy from behind. Just as suddenly, Judge felt the mouth leave his scrotum. His senses so heightened he felt he would come any second himself. Then he felt it. He felt the dull constant pressure of a dick now at rest on his anus. His hole had opened partially such that if the dick-hole really was a third eye then it would see straight up into the pleasure room of one Judge Mackey. The pressure increased and the already greased dick began to slide in, stretching pleasurably the muscle guarding the entrance and allowing passage of the hot and hard flesh.

Chase slowly sank his entire 5.25 inches of boy cock in all the way. It was all he could do not to come, especially as he felt the strong spasms in Judge's ass and the desperate moaning sounds of a boy in ecstasy. Chase grabbed a hip and a shoulder, pressed in hard and rode out the waves of Judge's orgasm until it began to subside. Only then could he start to pull out and sink back in. Not that Judge noticed the start of this as he was in a small state of post-orgasmic bliss and confusion.

He was distantly aware of a comfortable stretch in his anal region, varying slightly with the friction of some warm movement in and out of his bowels. In and out. In and out. In and out, running back and forth over the stretch of his back gate. It was Chase's moans of impending orgasm that were the noise of the moment drowning out the recovery breaths of the boy bending over in front of him, letting him have his way with the hot and welcoming rectum. The warm smooth enclosure was massaging the increasingly sensitive hard pistoning dick.

Judge managed to get out through his ragged breaths and "unngh"s of impact: "You're stretching me more than I ever believed. It feels... so good."

"Oh man, I can feel your cum hitting inside me. That's so cool. Oh, wow; that feels so weird. It's warm, too."

Chase was only half listening; he was also half resting on the boy's ass and breathing heavily after shooting several ropes of prime white boy juice deep in the love tunnel of another boy. It was a first for him; he never thought he would like that as much as he obviously did.

"Damn, Chase, you didn't last very long," said Sheldon looking on in amazement. "You're going to have to do better than that when you start fucking girls."

"Can't help it," Chase said trying to get his breath back. "I never screwed a boy before. Never really thought about trying it," he lied. He remembered the audience now. They were cheering.

"And Judge, did you actually come while he was screwing you?" asked Sheldon.

"Uh, yeah. Right at the beginning. It's because he waited so long to start. I couldn't help it."

Many of the boys in the audience burst into laughter at this honest response. But there were an equal number, or more, counting the days when their own time to cum, in the glorious ass of Judge Mackey, would come.

Chris Corbin

"Amazing, guys. I suspect Kevin might have started a new trend. The bottoms cumming when getting screwed. Well, we shall see. Thank you, Chase and Judge. Next up is Chris Corbin. Eleven-year-old Stephen Jacobs will be doing the honors this time at Chris's request. While those two go at it, we'll get Cal started on his second fuck. This time from thirteen-year-old Glen, Roy's brother. And as Judge put on such a wonderful performance with Chase, we'll get him started on his second fuck as well. This time with another 11-year-old, Adan Koch."

A completely naked Stevie Jacobs stepped up to the benches. He was already fully erect, his 3.2 inch chubby circumcised stiffy pointing upwards, almost flat across his lower belly.

"I want to look at your face as I fuck you," announced Stevie in a commanding voice, as he moved up in front of the older boy. "Chris, lie on your back with your knees pulled up and legs spread apart, like Kevin did with Cal. Face-to-face, he called it."

When Chris got into the required position, Stevie moved in between the older boy's legs, bent over and whispered, "This is the way I want you to do me the first time, too." The fact that Chris Corbin's now 3.5-inch erection was on full display to the audience only increased his embarrassment, and fed the younger boy's arousal.

Stevie took the jar of Vaseline from Sheldon and rubbed a generous portion onto his cock and added a finger-full to Chris's hole and shoved it home in a repeated one finger in-out motion for about 30 seconds. Then he pointed his cock at the welcoming entry, and slowly, but carefully, pushed in.

The slow advancement of Stevie's dick was tripping the sensitive charges of pleasure nerves so well primed already all along Chris's anal ring and through the tight canal that was now almost eagerly permitting the entry and journey of Stevie's dick. The stimulation was enough that he was twisting himself onto the younger boy's crotch.

"You like this?" Stevie whispered. "I love looking at your face. I want to see your face, too, when you fuck me. Okay?"

Chris nodded his assent.

The feelings were overwhelming to Stevie. He decided, then and there, he loved fucking and would be doing this some more – a lot more. If he was older, he would cum that very second. But this was his first fuck, and he was holding back. However, he couldn't believe the incredible warmth and total caress that Chris's ass was giving him. It was all-enveloping and seemed to spread out through his whole body. He kept pushing through, noting subconsciously that Chris was seemingly thrashing with pleasure at the feel of his dick going in. Stevie then began to note this consciously and smiled down at his distant cousin. He could do pretty much whatever he wanted now. And he was. One final thrust and he was all the way embedded in Chris's upturned ass and pushing in on the remaining fleshiness of those two creamy cheeks. The boy's nuts and dick were still up, and there wasn't a gap between the two bodies.

Chris saw the concentrated look on Stevie's face as he slowly withdrew about an inch of his shaft. Then he began a steady rhythm of withdrawing an inch out and then plunging back in.

"Stevie! Uunnggh!"

The younger boy soon stepped it up to an inch and a half out and then in.

Chris was just riding out the wave of acceptance. Acceptance that he was getting fucked.

Two inches in and out.

Acceptance that it was his distant cousin fucking him. His eyes were mostly closed now.

Two and a half inches in and out. The motion had sped up. Stevie's eyes were also heavily lidded.

Acceptance that he was getting fucked in this embarrassing position, with all his other relatives watching on.

Three inches in and out. Soon Stevie slowed and then pulled his dick almost out until the rim of the flare on his dickhead was just pulling at the inside of Chris's hole. Pulling and then releasing pressure back, moving back inside ever so slightly. It was the rhythmic tugging that got Chris's attention. He opened his eyes and looked up at the other boy. He realized that at some point, Stevie had moved forward with his arms on either side of him, the younger boy's hips being the power behind the fuck thrusts into his behind. Chris also realized he had unknowingly wrapped his legs around the preteen's body. His hands were gripping the bench, but a new round of embarrassment started for the boy.

Stevie kept up the rhythmic tugging of Chris's anal muscle and it was driving the 12-year-old crazy, creating a whole new itch for him. "Want me to stop, Chris?"

Chris just looked at Stevie, not knowing whether to glare or to plead. He didn't know what to say.

"Well?" Stevie asked, still very slightly rocking his hips to tug on Chris's hole.

"Dammit, Stevie, just do it." Chris couldn't describe the feeling. It was like an itch, but not in any itchy sort of way. "Please, just finish, and toss me off, too!"

Stevie started back up, fucking with small twists of his hips, really getting into it. He had leaned back a bit as well and was jerking his cousin's leaky dick. Chris was sure leaking a whole lot of precum. The smaller boy used it to slick up the cock and start pumping, really working it with his hand. Chris was moaning louder and was being told by Stevie to scream, so that the guys at the back could hear.

Chris couldn't take anymore from the double-sided stimulation and his orgasmic spasms began.

"Oh FUCK!!" He exclaimed in a vulgar scream. "OH, OH, UUUNNNNNGHH... FUCK, Stevie...that...was..."

He couldn't finish; he had run completely out of breath. Stevie as well was breathing heavily as the sudden squeezing down of Chris's rectal cavity when the boy hit his orgasm had pushed him over the edge. They lay there panting until Chris could push the other boy's hand off his dick and complete his sentence.

"... fucking intense!!"

"Yeah." was about all that Stevie could pant out at this time.

"You already cum, too?"

"Well, uh" Stevie tried to answer, " kinda...I guess...I mean...I did...but...I probably didn't shoot anything."

"Cool." Chris answered, his legs still somewhat wrapped behind the smaller kid. "Just get the rest of your dick outta my butt."

The audience had got to its collective feet once again and were cheering wildly. These two had put on another unexpectedly good showing.

Stevie leaned over and whispered, "When you gonna do me like this? I can hardly wait."

"Shit," exclaimed Sheldon in surprise. He hadn't heard what the two boys on the bench had been whispering because of the noise from the crowd. "Three for three. It's rare for the bottoms to cum at a Choosing. But three of them in a row. Well, fuck me dead!"

As Stevie stood up, the cum from Chris's ejaculation was clearly visible, spread all over the upper bodies of both boys. Stevie looked down, faced the audience as if noticing them for the first time, scraped up some of the cum with a finger, and stuck it into his mouth. Then he smiled and waved at the kids in the stands before walking off, still naked, towards the shower block.

Bert Mackey

"My god," exclaimed Sheldon. "Those are some really hard acts to follow. But we need to keep the show moving. The next boy up is Bert Mackey. If you remember, he received a great deal of immediate family support in the voting for him to serve as a bottom."

Turning to the boy still bent over the bench, Sheldon smiled evilly at the audience, and asked,

"Bert, you sure must be proud of all the family help?"

"Uh, not really," the small boy answered. He wanted to say that Sheldon was a total fuck-wit if he even thought that for a second. But then he remembered Gerry telling him to be respectful and most of all, to put on a show and not let on how he really felt. "I mean, I guess," he added.

"The Council has decided to reward that enthusiasm. Could the 11-year-olds Alex, Sam, and Gordon come up and collect your prize – they will be the first to break-in this new bottom."

Sheldon waited until the three eager eleven-year-old boys were gathered around Bert. Then he turned to the audience. "Bert here respects how much his family was involved in getting him selected and doesn't want to short change these three who raced to get here first. Because of that, he's asked that they all get to fuck him, right now, in the order that they signed."

The three younger Mackeys were all smiles, but their smiles got even wider as Sheldon continued.

"And because of Bert's generosity, I'm going to do something special. For the next 60 days, Bert will have a limited community obligation. Sam, Alex, and Gordon will take turns controlling Bert's bottom, and it can be used up to five times a day."

Real bad for Bert, but good for me, Alex thought to himself. It brought a smile to his face, which he tried to hide in front of his cousin.

Sheldon continued, "For those 60 days, his bottom can only be used by those who are eleven years old, or younger, except for his 13-year-old brother Gerry, of course, to whom he granted full ownership in the deal made earlier. Once that time is up, the normal rules of usage will apply. Boys under 12, and those who have not gone through a Choosing, or don't have an exemption, will be banned from any further contact. And the six-month restriction for boys 12 months older will apply from the date when the 60 days expire."

Maybe not so bad, Bert realized.

"That sound okay to you, Bert?" Sheldon asked.

It didn't, it would mean his brothers, cousins, his best friends, and perhaps even his enemies, would be fucking him five times a day. "Uh, I guess," he said, trying, but not succeeding to sound like he didn't mind.

Bert might be small, but he wasn't stupid. He knew the Council was doing this as some sort of protection for him because of his size. He thought of objecting. The truth was, he was as tough as any of the other 12-year-old bottoms they had just chosen. Tougher, he thought, looking over at Judge. But why look a gift-horse in the mouth. He was already thinking of a plan to rein in Sam, Alex, and Gordon. He'd initially be forced to allow them some fun, but the Mackey had just made him a bottom. The very idea was repulsive, but he couldn't change that now. He would use that to play one off against another. All those 11-year-olds would be where he was now, this time next year. They may have earned themselves a few negative points today, but with 10 positive points at his disposal, he could virtually guarantee making one of them a bottom, if he chose.

"But," Sheldon went on, "13-year-old Gerry must also take his turn in his brother today. No bottom can be allowed to leave the Choosing Ceremony without a good dose of Mackey sperm in his ass."

"Shit," Bert thought to himself. He knew Gerry had a big cock. Maybe almost 5 inches and thick, too.

***

Bert was given a false impression of being fucked as the 11-year-olds Alex, Sam and Gordon took their turns in his ass. It was only when his older brother Gerry stepped up to the plate that he gained a full understanding of what the other new bottoms were going through. The greased hot knob and steely shaft of his brother's cock started at the top of his crack and penetrated the butt cheeks, and then back up to teasingly press against and release and repressure his defenseless anal closure. He reflexively tried to force the invading pressure backward, but was stunned as his anal muscle instead opened and wrapped around that large invader, pulling it into his bottom. It was enormous!! And the pain was almost unbearable. He wanted to scream, but shouted "Ughh", "Ughh", "Ughh" repeatedly as he felt the inches penetrating his insides.

Finally, Bert felt winded and took a breath of surprise as he felt that area of his perineum bang hard as the last quarter inch was slammed in to the base and he was fully and completely embedded with dick. His previous concerns about embarrassment and damage to his masculine reputation evaporated as the searing pain of the penetration cleared all other thoughts.

But barely did the cock rest there before pulling out a half inch and quickly giving him another rocking sensation of a deep thrust and a pounding on his perineum.

"Ughh", "Ughh", "Ughh"

Bert held on, and just as he sensed three inches of dick drag out of him and slam back in times four, he suddenly felt the. thrusts become harder, shorter, and with greater urgency, verging on unbearable.

"Ughh", "Ughh", "Ughh."

It hardly seemed possible, but each time, more and more of that hot, hard mass of teenage dick seemed to push deeper inside.

"Ughh", "Ughh", "Ughh."

He may have tried to run at this point, but was distracted by fingernails breaking his skin as Gerry's hands clenched his hips ever more firmly. And the fucking went on and on. Two minutes, three minutes, and four minutes, his brother pounded away. Would this ever end?

"Ughh", "Ughh", "Ughh."

Then Bert felt the sensation of a sudden flow of warmth more than five inches deep inside him. His thirteen-year-old brother was depositing his copious seed at what was surely the deepest point of his anal passage, like some ancient explorer planting his flag in a once virgin territory he now claimed. He remembered he had given full ownership of his ass to this boy and there were now absolutely no restrictions on him doing this, all day and all night if he wished.

Bert buried his face on the bench. He wanted to cry. He felt so utterly possessed and used. He couldn't believe this would be his life for the next 2 years. He had remained soft during the entire ordeal and couldn't imagine how the other new bottoms had orgasmed when having this done to them.

The fun continues

The breaking-in of the new bottoms for the 1995 Choosing Ceremony continued for another 45 minutes. Cal had been the first to start and he was the last to finish. By the time he had received all 7 fucks, his asshole was numb. The only good thing had been that after Bennett Mackey had loaded his ass full of boy sperm, he guessed the last three 11-year-olds hardly added anything to the collection accumulating in his bowels. They allowed him to struggle off to the bathroom several times to sit on the toilet and let what he was sure was gallons of spunk explode from his ass. But getting all of it out had somehow proved impossible, and he still detected a steady viscous goo leaking back there.

It had been an easy morning for Dean, the first three times he was fucked. And like Bert, his major concern was the damage to his masculinity and standing in the community as the 11-year-olds pounded away. As far as he could sense, neither Carter, Michael, nor Hunter had left any physical evidence of their degrading exertions in his back passage. But it was the thick 5.65 inches of his 14-year-old brother, Fairlane, that literally brought tears to his eyes. As the big hairy penis was pressed home for the first time, Dean quickly understood all the grunting and groaning of the other boys. It was far worse than he had ever imagined and more devastating because of the realization that this would be a daily occurrence, every day, for the next 3 months. After Fairlane's fuck, Dean also had an urgent need to use the facilities.

For Chris Corbin, things just went downhill after his time with Stevie Jacobs. The next boy to fuck him was his 11-year-old brother Harry, who insisted he suck him to full erection first. Then their 14-year-old brother, Michael, standing just inches away, instructed Harry how to fuck him in five or six different positions. And then Chris was forced to yell out how much he liked being fucked by the younger boy, until even Sheldon was embarrassed and said, "Enough! You're finished, Harry." They gave him a five-minute break, but after that he was screwed by Clifton Corbin (13) and Ryan Jacobs (13), one after the other. There were no different positions this time. He was entered from behind by both boys as he bent over the bench. Neither touched his cock, or even spoke to him, and both were particularly rough. Clifton was a second cousin, and although that was not as bad as being fucked by a younger brother, the kid had always bullied him, and Chris knew that would only get worse from now on, as in future, a fuck could be demanded each time they met. And Ryan Jacobs was just a prick. He shoved his 5.25-inch thick cock up Chris's now incredibly painful hole, in one long rapid thrust, and then proceeded to rabbit fuck him for almost 7 minutes. The only thing that stopped Chris from crying was the fact he didn't want to appear weak in front of all his relatives. He needed to live with them for the rest of his childhood.

The Checkmarks

When all the fucks had been completed, Sheldon took center stage again.

"Thank you to all the boys who took responsibility for breaking in our new Mackey bottoms for 1995. And of course, let us also emphasize the tremendous sacrifice our four boys - Cal, Judge, Chris and Bert - are making. They may not fully understand it yet, but they act as a conduit to bring our family together and keep the ties of kin and blood strong. Of all the towns in our state, Indian Spring is unique. We all trace ourselves back to common ancestors, but the Mackey are more than just kin. Some of us here are sixth or seventh cousins, four times removed, but we are still family. We share, continue, and live by traditions created generations ago and carry those on to our children and grandchildren. To be a Mackey means you are part of something. Something important, something big, something that has stood the test of time. So, my Mackey brothers, never ever show disrespect to our bottoms. Always treat them as best friends and confidants. You will share your most intimate moments with them. But their service is not just that of a cum receptacle for a bunch of horny teens – though that is part of their duty. They report back to the Council on the mood of the boys in our community, they raise issues and forewarn us of problems. The Council takes their role and their protection from abuse seriously and so should you."

"I would like every boy here to stand up and show your appreciation to the four boys who have today taken the ultimate Mackey bullet on your behalf. We have placed a tremendous burden on these four to maintain the cohesion we share as a family. Demonstrate your gratitude in a very public way, so even the outsiders in Coolspring will hear. Welcome our new Mackey bottoms."

The cheering, clapping, whooping and hollering that commenced as the MC sat down was almost deafening. And it went on, and on, and on. Sheldon looked at his watch. At 3 minutes, he stood up again and walked back to center stage holding up his right hand. Eventually, the crowd did settle down.

"Yes, and let me add my personal thanks to Cal, Judge, Chris and Bert. The community burden you have taken on today may seem overwhelming to you at present, but Raymond, myself and others will be working closely with you to ensure your success."

More cheering started but Sheldon held up his hand for silence.

"I think Cal, Judge, Chris and Bert have been thanked enough for one day, but never forget to do so when you meet them one on one. We need to move on. We are now reaching the final stages of the 1995 Choosing Ceremony. However, there is still the matter of checkmarks to sort out. Perhaps the most popular segment of the show each year."

Another loud cheer went up. The whooping and hollering for this part of the show was almost deafening. This was indeed a very popular part of the ceremony with the older boys. The age limits imposed when the new bottoms were fucked were not applied this time, and any kid under 16 was eligible for a blowjob.

The wild applause commenced again, but this time Sheldon only let it run for half-a-minute before continuing.

No Positive Points and No Checkmarks

"The following boys have no net positive votes and no checkmarks."

1. Joey Mackey

2. Malcolm McEwan

3. Jeff Garvin

4. Matthew Mackey

"They have completed all obligations for the 1995 Choosing and may now dress, and leave if they choose."

The speed with which all four of the newly liberated boys dressed was astonishing, but none wanted to risk that Sheldon, or any other Council member, might change their mind. All felt considerably more "normal" back in their own clothing. Sheldon couldn't hold back a smile and some in the audience came up and clapped them on the back or shook their hands. For them, this nightmare was over – forever. The other boys across the benches could only look on in envy. For almost all the them, there was worse to come.

All four of the now full voting rights Mackey decided to stay. They had too much emotional investment in the day to walk out. Besides, they could now watch the rest of the show (the best part according to the many comments they had already heard) from the comfort of the bleachers.

Net Positive Votes but no Checkmarks

Sheldon continued,

"Gabriel Mackey and Kelley Tucker have a net positive score, but no checkmarks. Congratulations, boys. When the others are done giving their blowjobs, you will be free to dress. Otherwise, remember that there are no restrictions on hands exploring your body until that time."

Checkmarks

"The following boys have earned themselves checkmarks this year. Our clear leader is Cal Brewer with 7. But remember, he only earned three of these today. The rest were imposed by his father. In next place, we have Tolley Mackey with 4. A bit of bad luck with the Famous Five Tolley, but if I were a fortune teller, I might predict some fun times for you in the next three months. So, enjoy. You'll be breaking in some virgin mouths, I suspect. In third place with 3 checkmarks, we have Chris Corbin. But don't forget, Chris very kindly offered a "free" birthday blowjob to my cousin, Junior, today. Plus five blowjobs, one per day for the next five days. We will allow the boys themselves to sort out where and when the extra 5 will be given. But thank you, Chris, for your kind and generous offer."

"After Chris, we have 5 boys with 2 checkmarks apiece. They are Seth, Sean, and Cooper Mackey, Bradley Jacobs, and Matthew Corbin."

"Finally, there are 5 boys with just 1 checkmark to their names. They are Judge, Bert, and Quentin Mackey, Mitchell Garvin, and Stephen Carrigan."

Conversation broke out around Old Knot from every quarter. For many of the older boys, this was their favorite part of the show. But the main topic on everyone's lips was, which boys in the audience would get one of the 24 blowjobs on offer.

Heads and tails

Sheldon allowed the audience a minute of conversation before continuing.

"We are doing something new this year. Hopefully, you'll agree that it adds some excitement to the checkmark section of Choosing Day. This has all been approved by the Council, I might add. Could I have Cal, Tolley and Chris come up here please."

The three boys, who didn't like the sound of this, got up and joined Sheldon in the central stage area.

"No covering up," he shouted at Chris who was putting his hands in front of his erect cock. Both Cal and Tolley were soft. "Hands on your head."

"Okay, Cal. You're first. You can put your hands by your side. Here's one quarter. You see it has two sides – the head of George Washington on the front – we'll call that heads. And on the back is the bald eagle – I guess he's bald because he has no hair – we'll call that tails. I want you to toss the coin up in the air, say a foot, and then catch it on the back of your hand, and then show it to me."

Cal did as he was told. It came up tails.

"Tails," Sheldon announced. "Score keepers, please note." Sandy and Hinton had already been warned by Raymond this was coming, but even they had no idea what it was for.

"Toss again, Cal." He did. Eventually Sheldon made him toss the coin 7 times. In the seven throws it came up - tails, heads, tails, heads, tails, heads, and heads.

"Okay Tolley. You're next." Tolley was made to toss the coin 4 times. He got heads, tails, tails, and heads.

"And finally, Chris." who got heads, tails, and heads.

A few of the brighter boys had guessed what was happening and murmurs started spreading around Old Knot. Sandy looked over to the bleachers and saw his now much chastened younger brother Chass sitting there with his "so-called" gang of 10-year-olds. He whispered to Hinton what he thought was about to happen.

"No fuck'n way," said the other.

"Yes way! Shush!," said Sandy. "Sheldon's speaking."

By looking into some of the faces of the boys in the audience, Sheldon could see immediately which ones understood. He was pleased to get a thumbs up from Sandy.

"I know some of you have already guessed the purpose of our little coin toss, but others are still confused, so let me explain. I called up the boys who owed three or more checkmarks and they will get to work off these penalties based on the luck of the throw. Heads, of course means they will be required to give head in the normal way as done at all Choosings since 1938. And the Council will have the final word on which boys they blow. And remember, we do have a preference here for the older boys of 14 or 15 who will miss out on the younger `tail' from our four new Mackey bottoms. Well, at least for a few months. But don't worry, guys, you still have Kevin and Tanner for another year and now available to anyone under 16."

"But I see several of you asking yourselves, what of tails? Remember early today, I asked the 10-year-olds with cocks longer than 3 inches to volunteer to help me later. And if you recall, we measured all their little pricklets. I didn't do that just to embarrass them. And now their time has come. If heads means you give head, can anyone tell me what tails means?"

Dozens of answers were excitedly shot back by the boys in the bleachers. "They get fucked, they give their tails, the 10s screw them, etc." Until Sheldon held up his hand for silence.

"Remember the eagle is bald and so are all the 10-year-olds. Well, at least down there. If you threw tails, that's what you give – your tail. But don't worry, Tolley, it won't make you a bottom under the old first use rules. The fucks from the 10s don't actually count as such because I'm pretty sure none of them will be depositing anything inside, but it adds some variation to our old checkmark system. And we need one more 10-year-old volunteer as we had 6 tails called."

He didn't mention it would also be very embarrassing for any 12-year-old to be publicly fucked by a kid 2 years younger in front of over 150 relatives. It was that that actually clinched it for some of the older boys who might otherwise get sucked off. The thought of Tolley, one of the butchest boys in Indian Spring, getting fucked by a younger boy was something everyone wanted to watch.

Not for the first time that day, Sheldon found himself rushed – this time what seemed like all the remaining 10s. In the end he gave Jared Tilton at 3.6 inches the first tails with Tolley.

Sheldon had come up with the `heads or tails' coin toss idea because of his own experience on the line in 1990. He had been the only boy selected that year and was forced to serve the maximum three-year term, which ended on July 14, 1993. He was sure things were crueler back then. He had been given 5 checkmarks by an overzealous MC, Simon Colton Mackey, but by the time he had blown the fourth 14 or 15-year-old, he was convinced he would puke with another. But in the only act of kindness shown on the day, Simon took mercy and his 5^th blowjob was given to Joel Mackey, who was only 11 at the time and produced nothing. Even so, his mouth and jaw felt as if they'd fall off. He was convinced no kid could give 7 in a row as Cal Brewer was required to do. A few fucks from 10-year-olds wouldn't do much for the kid's self-esteem, but they would give his mouth, jaw and stomach a recovery period. Sheldon doubted whether many 10-year-old cocks would even enter the outer sphincter muscle. In spite of his much-cultivated reputation as an evil bastard with checkmarks, he hadn't actually handed out that many. And he had just ignored several situations where presidents or MCs from the past would have swooped in. Brewer only had 7 because of his father's request. Sheldon had only given him 3. And Tolley was the next worse-off with 4. And the last one was only due to the actions of the Famous Five. It was bad for him today, but he'd be getting one hell of a lot of good blowjobs from 10 and 11-year-olds over the next three months. He had seen Tolley in action after he was on the winning team in that basketball game at the Wood's house. The little kids would be paying for their mistake. He knew older siblings or relatives would be making them go down on Tolley during the 3-month period allowed. Nobody wanted their kid-brother starting a Choosing with a checkmark before the day even started.

The `head or tails' idea had the added advantage of getting boys involved at a younger age. Encouraging them to attend 2 Choosings before their time came to bend over the benches meant they'd be less likely to freak out. They would know what would happen, having seen older brothers and cousins go through it, and would be more likely to understand, it was nothing personal – it was about the tradition and the show. There had even been discussion of giving them voting rights, but a suitable penalty or obligation in exchange hadn't been agreed upon. Maybe next year they could.

It was not unknown for an occasional boy to puke upon getting a mouthful of cum for the first time. But Sheldon was prepared for that possibility, as well. He had bottled water for the kids to drink. If that happened, they would be given a 5-minute recovery period, but then required to blow another boy to make up for the one they had "disrespected." He had also enlisted Stevie Jacobs and two of his buddies, on Sandy's suggestion, to act as water-boys. Basically, there job was to run around and offer bottles of water from a huge cooler to the checkmark boys who had successfully swallowed the spunk of their assigned top. The water had been provided by the Adult Council, along with most other consumables used that day.

Creating the Checkmarks List

Sheldon called the other members of the Council to come forward and assist him in coming up with the list of which boys would get blown by whom. After 5 minutes of vigorous argument and working off lists pre-drafted by Darrell and Hiram, who had been on their best behavior all morning, they were ready.

Stephen Carrigan

Sheldon was doing a final double-check of the various lists and noticed that Stephen Carrigan hadn't been assigned any top. He was nearby at the time and he walked over to him.

"Since you've already given one blowjob today, I'm going to be nice and let you pick who is going to help you work off that checkmark you have," Sheldon said. "What about a best friend? Those are always fun. Who's yours?"

Without thinking, Stephen said, "Miguel." Then he realized what he'd done. He had named his best friend. The problem was Miguel wasn't a Mackey - a Near-Springer, and his family were the only non-whites in the community. And the fact that they were not liked by a majority of the Mackeys compounded his blunder.

Sheldon gave the boy a startled look.

"If you mean Miguel De La Cruz, he'd better not be here." the MC asked menacingly, "Is that who you want?"

Stephen was frozen. He'd sucked Miguel and been sucked by him in return. And even Miguel didn't know about what his older brother Vincente had done with him. If any of that came out here, it would be a nightmare.

Sheldon was waiting for his answer, but what could he say? He'd been asked to pick someone to suck and he'd stupidly named his friend. He could hear the mumbles from the audience about the delay and knew he had to pick a Mackey. He didn't want it to be any of his cousins, even the distant ones. He said the first name that came into his head.

"I mean Mark."

"Mark Mackey, your first cousin?" Sheldon asked.

"Oh god, what have I done," Stephen thought to himself. "Not him. Not a cousin." But it was too late, Sheldon had already written down the name and was moving away.

Sheldon introduces the blowjobs

"The time has come, my Mackey brothers, for punishment of the boys on the line who have earned themselves checkmarks."

A tremendous cheer went up from the audience once again until Sheldon raised his hand.

"The following will receive the assigned punishment from the boy on the line to work off checkmarks earned."

Then he read the different lists from those on his clipboard.

List for Cal Brewer

1. Oak Mackey (10) – 3.2 inches,

2. Pete Mackey (15)

3. Joey Sanders - (10) 3.2 inches

4. Travis Mackey (11)

5. Ricky Mackey – (10) 3 inches

6. Avery Mackey (Boner Boy) (14)

7. Bobby Mackey (11)

List for Tolley Mackey

1. Kurt Davies (15)

2. Jared Tilton (10) - 3.6 inches

3. Chase Jacobs (10) – 3 inches

4. Chandler Mackey (14)

List for Chris Corbin

1. Joseph (15) Brother of Raymond

2. Vince Mackey (10) – 3.5 inches

3. Wally (13) Brother of Raymond

4. Lucas Redd (Junior) (14) – Birthday present

List for Seth Mackey

1. Duncan Mackey (15)

2. Eric Mackey (14)

List for Sean Mackey

1. Blake Mackey (15) Brother of Adrian

2. Joseph Mackey. (15) - "Joseph is only days away from 16 I've heard," said Sheldon. "He should provide quite a mouthful, Sean, so make sure you get it all."

List for Cooper Mackey

1. Frank Mackey (15)

2. Todd Mackey (13)

List for Brad Jacobs

1. Tyler Hardin (11) Sheldon's pick

2. Toby Sanders (13) Brad's pick

List for Matthew Corbin

1. Benjamin (Ben) Mackey (15)

2. Shawn Sanders (11)

List of boys with one checkmark

"Judge with Scott Mackey (15), Bert with Jacob Mackey (15), Quentin with Cameron Mackey (15), Mitchell Garvin with Spencer Mackey (15), and Stephen Carrigan, who we let pick himself, is with Mark Mackey (14), his first cousin. I guess he just always wanted to blow the kid."

There were laughs from around the audience at this. Of course, everyone present suspected that poor Stephen almost certainly had no great desire (or any at all) to blow his first cousin. But this was the way of the Choosing Ceremonies.

Sheldon spoke in his booming MC voice again.

"Except for Gabriel Mackey and Kelley Tucker, I need all remaining boys on the line to stand up and face the audience! And no covering up."

All thirteen 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 many of them all the harder.

"I need you all, except for Cal, Tolley and Chris, to come into the center of the square, form a circle, and then get down on your knees. At least 3 feet between each kid. Give yourselves room for some action. Boys receiving the blowjobs, please go and stand in front of your assigned boy. You three," explained Sheldon pointing to the boys with the most checkmarks, "will continue to operate from the benches. Pick one side each. If you are servicing a teen, get onto your knees and the older boy will stand on the bench in front of you. And then bend back over into the position you've had all morning when the 10-year-olds take their turn for a fuck. We need to ensure the boys remaining in the bleachers get the best possible view."

Sheldon called for the small soap box many of the 10-year-olds might need to raise themselves sufficiently to get their cocks at the right angle to fuck the older boys. It was essential for most of the 10s and he was glad he remembered to bring it.

"When I give the word, boys on the line, take the assigned cock into your mouth and start the blowjob. We will continue until all penalties have been served. If you only have one or two cocks to suck, remain on your knees, once finished, until ordered to stand. There are bottles of water to drink once you have successfully swallowed all cum produced. If you have multiple boys to service, you may take a 3-minute break between each. Members of the audience who wish to come down for a better view, please do so."

Working off the Penalties

Brad Jacobs

Brad Jacobs couldn't decide what he detested more. Blowing 11-year-old Tyler Hardin, who he hated. He voted for him, after all. Or Toby Sanders, Sandy's best friend, who was more like another older brother than a distant cousin. Tyler had been Sheldon's pick. He first thought the MC was only doing it to be mean, because the bad blood between the Hardin and Jacobs brothers was already a topic of conversation in the Spring. But maybe not. Although not the smartest of the Jacobs boys – Sandy and Stevie beat him on that account, he was astute enough to know it could have been much worse. He had to suck 2 cocks. That was not negotiable. But he was pretty sure Tyler, at 11, wouldn't be pumping much spunk into his stomach. Toby would have more. Like Sandy, he guessed. But not the full adult load a 15-year-old could produce. He had seen his cousin Conner (14) spurt masses of the stuff one time when they stayed over. And Brad noticed most of the boys on the line with checkmarks were assigned 14 or 15-year-olds by Sheldon. Another sop to Sandy he assumed. He knew his brother was playing up to the MC and that had definitely helped him today. Sheldon had just walked by several times when he and Sean were chatting to combat the boredom of lying over that damn bench. Even Sean had to blow two 15-year-olds, the 2^nd cousins Blake and Joseph Mackey. And Joseph was only days away from 16, he heard. Poor Sean would be drinking gallons of spunk in the next little while, he laughed to himself. Brad knew he owed Sandy a lot. He kept the promise he'd made those many weeks ago to do all he could to save his ass. And now it was – saved from the Mackey forever. He decided if Sandy needed an occasional blowjob in their bedroom at night sometimes, he'd do it – well at least for a little while. But for now, he was resigned to his fate. He called Tyler over. He actually looked scared as if Brad might punch him.

"Come on, Tyler, let's get this done. I promise not to bite."

When the kid got close enough, Brad unsnapped his jeans and pull them and his boxers down in one long tug. He was faced with a very straight 4-inch boner.

"You ready?" Brad asked and without waiting for an answer took the penis into his mouth as far as it would go. He'd give the kid the best suck he could. Although there were hundreds of kids watching from the stands as the first in the series of blowjobs for the 1995 Choosing Ceremony started, he knew that with 13 other boys all going down on their first cock of the day, most of the audience focus would be on the big cocks going into small mouths. Yes, he had been lucky today.

Stephen Carrigan Mark Mackey

"I like you, Stephen," Mark said as he positioned himself in front of the kneeling boy. `But don't think I'm not going to enjoy this. And tomorrow, you're going to tell me more about you and Miguel."

Stephen had to give his favorite cousin a blowjob. It was going to be horrible. Something he'd remember for years. But he understood Mackey traditions, and his role. He kept his feelings to himself and showed his cousin that he now had some experience in the oral arts.

Mark was pleased he had stayed around after his younger brother, Daniel, had slinked off home after being "yelled at" by Raymond. He never liked Daniel's scheme concerning their younger brother Luke. He knew his Dad would have a conniption fit if he ever found out. And for Mark, this would be his first ever blowjob, and he was looking forward to it immensely. And if it was as good as he suspected, maybe he could talk Luke into giving him some more. After all, Luke would be here next year and would need the practice.

Cal Brewer

Cal Brewer felt another wave of depression sweep over him. There were seven boys lined up waiting their turn for mouth or anal action. It was like the first fucks all over again. He had never sucked another boy's dick before, and until recently, never imagined it would happen. But here it was - happening. The only good thing he could see was that Kevin appeared to have kept his word. Although he had more boys waiting for his services than any other kid there, the guys in his line were `on average' much younger than facing others. And from his earlier experience at being fucked, he already knew that he hardly felt the cock of 11-year-old Jagger Mackey as he pounded away. And he guessed that only applied, more so, with younger boys. His asshole was already incredibly sore, but knew the three 10s he now faced would hardly add much to the suffering.

He bent over the bench in the same position he had been in all morning as young Oak Mackey came up behind him with his shorts and boxers already completely off. At least this way he didn't have to look at the audience as the little kid tried getting into position. The bench was actually too high, but Sheldon, helpful as ever, produced an old fashion wooden soap box from somewhere and this enabled Oak to get the required angle. Sheldon handed the youngster the Vaseline, and after a very cursory application, the kid got down to the fucking. Even after he tried pushing his whole body deep inside, and cursed the fact he wasn't longer, Oak's 3.2 inches of cock barely entered Cal's outside anal muscle. He clamped his ass cheeks together as best he could and made the appropriate grunting and groaning sounds he'd made before when real 13-year-old penises actually penetrated him. Looking on, Sheldon actually smiled and gave him a thumbs up. In the end, no pun intended, Oak rabbit fucked really hard for about 2 minutes before he achieved a dry orgasm.

Talk about going from one extreme to another. The next cock he faced was that of 15-year-old Pete Mackey, and face it he must. No bending over this time. With Pete standing on the bench, and Cal required to remain on his knees, it was his turn to strain for sex sake. He had to stretch his body, almost painfully, to reach the fat, 6-inch erection of the older boy that pointed straight upwards at a 90-degree angle. And precum was already leaking from the head. To make matters worse, he got an in-your-face audience this time of about 10 kids – mostly 10 or 11-year-olds, in addition to the huge crowd still observing from the bleachers. And even more degrading, Sheldon ordered the little kids to sit down on the ground so they didn't block the view of the boys remaining in the stands. Their faces were barely inches away, and they would be sitting there for the duration of the blowjob.

Cal tentatively licked the head and along the under-shaft of Pete's huge cock before taking the first 2 inches of another boy's penis into his mouth for the first time. The precum tasted salty, as did the sweat from the guy's underwear, but the funky taste was gone in a few seconds. He knew what he needed to do. He had received blow jobs often enough. The ones Kelley Tucker gave were always good, and he tried to recall what that kid had done. Cal swirled his tongue around the head, and took in another inch of cock. But then his mouth was full. He choked on the man-sized tool. Each time he tried, he wanted to puke, and realized no more was going to fit. He gave up on that idea for now and pushed Pete's legs further apart and crawled in between. Then gripping firmly onto the older boy's hips, he continued blowing him as best he could, taking in the maximum 3 inches he could manage. He was pleased Pete let him run the show and didn't try to push more in. Cal bobbed his head up and down at an ever-increasing rate, and from the shivers and sounds detected, he was fairly certain he was doing a reasonable job.

At one point, he almost lost his timing, as looking from the corner of his eye, he noticed that one of the youngsters sitting on the ground, less than 3 feet away, had pulled his pants down a bit, and had his tiny cock held between two fingers of his right hand and was slowly jerking off. He had sunk pretty low, he realized, from his former top boy – alpha male status. He was now just a minor character in a porn show to provide wanking material for 11-year-olds. Well, there was nothing he could do about it. He was indeed the insect today. He reached between Pete's legs and cupped the boy's nuts, rolling them in his palm. Pete flinched with surprise, but didn't move away.

After about 4 minutes of continuous head bobbing, Pete yelled out, "Get ready." And withdrawing his cock, screamed louder, "and open wide." Cal closed his eyes and did as he was told. He knew what was coming. The older boy gave himself 10 rapid jerks with his right hand and then shot. The first blast landed unexpectedly across the younger boy's nose. The other thick jets of cream splashed at the back of his throat. "Swallow! Quick!" Pete ordered. Cal gulped and swallowed hard. It was revolting, but he offered his mouth again and it was filled up once more. At fifteen, the healthy young teen was as fertile as he could be. He groaned and ejaculated at least four times as Cal gobbled it all up. Then he scraped up the first cum that had landed on Cal's nose and fed it directly into the younger boy's mouth. "Swallow it all," came the order. "You need to take it all for this to count." With his mouth full of cum, Cal couldn't argue even if he wanted to. He did as he was told and then used his tongue to clean the remaining spunk on the now sensitive cock. He decided, then and there, that he hated the taste of sperm, but knew he'd have to get used to it. He would need to become much better at this considering the number of blowjobs he needed to give over the next 12 months for running foul of the Magic Number.

When Pete eventually caught his breath and backed away, he said.

"Thanks, man. I really needed that. You suck pretty well for a first time." Then the older boy was gone and a little kid was standing in front of him. But there was another slightly older kid next to him.

"Shit, Joey, at least give him a few minutes to recover." And he handed Cal a bottle of water.

"Take a few swigs of this. It helps. I'm Stevie Jacobs, Sandy's brother. You did a fantastic job, Cal."

As he greedily swallowed water, Cal looked down the line of boys waiting their turn. The worst was probably over. Apart from Boner Boy, who he knew was 14, but not more than 5 inches long in the cock department, the other guys were much smaller. Thank God they didn't give him 7 fifteen-year-olds to blow.

Tolley Mackey

Tolley was convinced Sheldon had it in for him. Not only did he have to blow 15-year-old Kurt Davies, who he hated, and Chandler Mackey, who was 14 but, if anything, had a bigger cock and balls than Kurt, but he was to be screwed by two 10-year-olds. And one of those was Chase, one of the pricks that caused him to get the fourth checkmark. Well, so be it. He couldn't do anything about it. He respected Sandy Jacobs and thought he was a good kid, but he would be sorely disappointed if he expected Tolley to go easy on his 10-year-old kid-brother when the little shit would be going down on him for 3 blowjobs. He expected to exact a full measure of revenge for what the Famous Five did to him. In the meantime, Kurt Davies had his pants and boxers down around his ankles and his big hairy cock, already fully erect, pointed at his face.

"Fuck!" "This'll be bad," Tolley knew. There were many things depraved about giving head. He understood the power plays involved. That was mostly the reason he had made 13-year-old Chris Ford blow him in the middle of the street after the basketball game at the Woods house. First, it was degrading. He had to get down on his knees on the bench and take another boy's most private part into his mouth. Second, he was required to continue using his mouth until the kid came. Third, he was expected to drink everything the guy produced, and finally, the 150 or over people watching would remember seeing him going down, or in this case up, on another kid's dick for the rest of their lives.

"Fuck!" "Fuck!" "Fuck!" Tolley said to himself, as he took the head of the 6-inch erection into his mouth. He licked up and down Kurt's penis, realizing that it probably wasn't 6 inches – more like 5.5 he knew, having first hand, or was it first mouth, experience with the angry looking weapon. But Tolley didn't know one thing and hadn't noticed another. Kurt hadn't jerked off since yesterday morning, but the Ceremony had kept him on edge all day, and his barely average cock was more than matched by two huge balls that would produce many mouthfuls of spunk. It took less than 2 minutes before Kurt had grabbed hold of his ears and Tolley got his first salty taste of boy seed. He swallowed hard, but the stuff kept coming and coming and coming. Eventually Tolley thought he couldn't drink any more, and managed to pull his head off the never-ending fire-hose, only to get a seventh shot straight across his chin.

"You need to take in all the spunk," said Sheldon from the sidelines.

Kurt then happily fed poor Tolley some that had leaked from his mouth and added the shot across his chin to the mix. Then the older boy made Tolley clean his cock-head and the entire shaft for any traces remaining. He sensed he was about to throw up any minute and was pleased to see a kid holding out a bottle of water.

"Here, drink this. I'm Jared and I'm next, but there's no hurry. I get to fuck you over the bench thing," said the boy smiling. "Have some gum. It'll help take the salty taste away."

Tolley was surprised. The little kid sounded like he understood what the taste was like. As indeed he did.

Chris Corbin

For Chris Corbin, this part of the Choosing Ceremony was somehow even worse than getting fucked. At least getting screwed, he wasn't facing the guys doing that filthy stuff to him. Well, at least not most of the time - except for Mark in some of those positions. And he didn't have to see the faces in the 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 Chris's mouth - Sperm, gallons of Sperm, other boys' Sperm - and watching him swallow it all. And making it even worse was the fact he needed to kneel on the bench, so the guys at the very back of the bleachers could see it all clearly. And then there was the large group of mostly younger boys in the stage area just wandering around from couple to couple, passing comments on techniques and progress of the passive partner.

The first boy he had to blow was 15-year-old Joseph (aka Joe) Mackey, Raymond's brother. As he took him into his mouth, Chris knew this was the biggest erect cock he'd ever seen. It had to be close to 6 inches of hard boy meat.

Joe almost fainted as the curly caramel-brown haired boy took his cock into his mouth. He wondered if he would ever be able to give up this feeling. Joe had received blowjobs at previous Choosing Ceremonies and occasionally around the Spring from different boys. It wasn't just the tight lips sucking their way down the shaft or the intense feeling of his dickhead entering the vast, but closed down wetness of warmth that never had such a visitor before, as he advanced his way into the 12-year old's mouth, pushing toward the throat at the back. He would be careful not to choke the kid, but he needed his fix. There had to be some benefit having your older brother as president of the Council and he had to agree this was certainly one of them.

But it was also the feeling of the new - both in breaking virgin ground and in the feeling of a new, never tried before mouth. It was an addiction; and even if Joe couldn't call it that, he realized he was hooked on something hard to break and wondered what he'd do next year after he turned 16. He had a girlfriend, but she was not putting out so far. The feel of this boy's lips on his cock made him seriously reconsider if she was the right girl for him. He knew other kids who were getting more, or so they said.

He wrapped both hands through the cool curly caramel-brown hair and across the warm back of Chris's head as he pulled the boy farther down his cock and began humping the kid's face, surprised, as he always was, that these neophytes could take it like this. He wasn't thrusting all six inches, but the head and another inch inside this inviting mouth would be enough. And it was.

He felt the incredible rush coming on, and he pulled tight against the head and erupted deep within the open cave, sending spurt after spurt of warm goodness into the back of Chris's mouth.

Chris almost choked on the load that just kept coming. A fair portion leaked down his chin, which the older boy scooped up and rubbed mostly into his hair. Chris was at least thankful, it hadn't been fed to him as most of the other guys were doing.

"Thanks, Chris. That was bloody good. If you ever want to do it again, you know where I live," said Joe in all seriousness.

"Not bloody likely," the 12-year-old thought to himself. "Not til hell freezes over," he wanted to say, but instead he happily took a bottle of water from Stevie Jacobs. He knew he deserved it after that. But looking at the line of boys waiting, he still had 3 to go. He was sure this day would never end. "Like Groundhog Day," he shivered. He had seen that movie a few weeks ago, and knew he'd be living it – well for 2 years at least.

The Closing

After all the blowjobs had been completed, Sheldon walked into the center stage area for the last time. Some of the boys in the audience had started leaving already, and he needed to conclude the proceedings quickly.

"Your attention, please. One last time. Each and every one of the 12-year-old boys on the line this year have completed their obligations to the ceremony. All are forthwith recognized as full members of the Mackey Youth Association and are entitled to all rights and privileges that status provides. Please give a warm welcome to the 20 new members of our community."

There was more cheering than Sheldon expected. The boys who had been making their way out of Old Knot, stopped to add their hands to the applause. The day really did mean something to them all.

Addressing the remaining boys on the line he said, "You may all go and get cleaned up and dressed. You will find towels, soap, and shampoo in the main shower block. I suggest a thorough shower before putting anything back on."

"The new bottoms will be contacted by the Council in the next few days. Remember, they have a 5-day recovery period, and are not available for community use during that time. But that does not apply to the remaining bottoms from last year - Kevin and Tanner. They still have one more year to serve. That concludes the 1995 Choosing Ceremony. Thank you all for coming."

Many of the boys making their way out had to laugh at the last comment from Sheldon. Indeed, a lot of them had cum. It had been a very successful Choosing Ceremony from that perspective. A lot of them stopped to shake hands with, or back-slap, the newest members of the Mackey Youth Association. The boys themselves hardly appreciated the congratulations. Still naked, they were keen to get cleaned up and get dressed again. But several who had been erect all day had other urgent business they had been dying to attend to.

Epilog

(Alone in bed that night)

It had been a momentous day for the Mackey boys of Indian Spring. It was little wonder so many of them lay awake, that night in bed, contemplating the day and preoccupied with thoughts of what the future might bring.

Brad Jacobs

Brad crawled back into his own bed after just having given Sandy a blowjob. His brother tried saying he didn't need to do it, but Brad just put his index finger to the older boy's lips, then took the cock from his brother's boxers and went down on him. If anyone had suggested he would do this two months ago, he would have laughed in their faces. But a lot had changed in that short time. He knew he owed Sandy. And after what he'd seen today, and at the sleepover last week, boy on boy sex no longer seemed the worst thing that could happen.

Bradley Jacobs felt giddy, and light-headed. But it wasn't because of the gob full of Sandy's cum in his mouth. He felt a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Like that Greek dude, was it Atlas, who had been holding up the world, but now they had allowed him to put the burden down. He had taken his place on the line at the Mackey Choosing Ceremony with the others his age and suffered through it with the rest of them. But he had got through the initiation, and they could never touch him again.

As Brad tried to sleep, he recalled watching from his, by then, very uncomfortable place across the bench as the 4 new bottoms were fucked for the first time. His first reaction was "thank God it wasn't him," but there was fascination inside as well. He had been mesmerized as each boy in turn was bent over and fucked. These were his age peers – kids he went to school with (well, not Judge, but the others). The relief that this nightmare day was over was mixed with erotic yearning he'd never known before – for other boys. He wasn't alone in that he knew. As he and Sean walked back from Old Knot together, his new best buddy asked,

"Which one you gonna fuck first?"

Brad had giggled and didn't answer. But that was the question that occupied his mind as sleep evaded his body. He had every right. He had been through a Choosing, and was a full voting-rights Mackey now. Another of those rights he'd earned today was the services of the bottoms. Would he use that right and if he did, would it be Cal, Judge, Chris or Bert in 60 days?

Cal Brewer

Cal Brewer tossed and turned in bed. It had been the worst day of his life, but he'd got through it. What worried him was the fact his troubles were far from over. In 5 days' time after the so-called, "recovery-period" he was expected to take up the full duties of a Mackey bottom. He was expected to make his ass available 4 times a day to every horny teen in the Spring. And not only was he available to 13-year-olds, but the kids his age now, as well. And then there was that Magic Number crap. He'd be sucking cock pretty much all the time for the next year. He was required to blow every one of the 22 boys who signed their names on his back, a total of 7 times. Sheldon had given him a pocket note-pad with all 22 boys listed on a separate page. He was supposed to note down the date, time, and place he gave each kid their suck and they were supposed to counter sign. And he would need to do it, whenever asked, provided only other Mackey boys over 10 were around. He even had to suck-off the 11-year-olds who signed his back, but at least they couldn't fuck him as well.

The whole day was bad – getting naked, bending over the bench, the kids signing his back, the blowjobs and the 7 times he got fucked. But the worse part of the day, he realized, was having to tell his dad every single detail over dinner. And the parts he tried to gloss over or ignore, Ben happily related in excruciating detail. Of course, the little shit had got to watch the whole thing from the comfort of the bleachers. His kid-brother took delight in retelling the details of his first fuck from Kevin, he talked about all the different positions, and how Cal shot at the end.

His dad was delighted with the outcome. Kelley Tucker got off scot-free. He didn't even need to suck anyone off. But his own son was selected as a Mackey bottom and had to give all those blowjobs as an additional penalty. Cal knew he never would have faced that extra burden without his father's special request to the Council.

But when they had finished dinner and the boys were about to be dismissed, his Dad had said,

"Ben, your brother has been given sufficient punishment for what he did at the White Party and for betraying the trust I had in him in revealing the secrets told to me by Mr. Tucker. That's the end of it, Ben. You will never speak to me again about anything you saw today at the Choosing Ceremony. Do you understand?

"Yes, sir," Ben replied.

"And Cal, you will complete all obligations imposed upon you today - being a Mackey bottom and the Magic Number penalty, but that's it. There will be no further punishment from me, and I hope we redevelop the relationship we once had. Don't expect me to share any major confidences with you for some time, but you can rebuild my trust by meeting your community obligations. Being a decent neighbor, friend, and protector of the other kids in the Near-Spring and now the additional duties imposed by your new family – the Mackey. You and Kelley Tucker are the only two people, so far, with a legitimate claim to belong in both communities. That is no small thing. I can't make that claim and nor can your brother, not yet anyway. Be proud of that at least."

Judge Mackey

Judge wondered whether he would ever sleep again. The events of the day kept churning around in his brain. There were things he didn't like about the Choosing, but he understood now what a life changing event it had been. If he had remained in his mother's world of the church and the Christian school, it might have taken years, if ever, to reach his conclusion. But as soon as 13-year-old Chase Garvin inserted his cock into his bottom, he knew. He was gay. Yes, sweet innocent looking Judge Mackey was a fag, a bender, a queer. Chase was gentle and kind. And so was Austin, the third kid to fuck him. Little Adrian had screwed him with the urgency and determination only an 11-year-old could produce, and Kirk was a little rough. Still, he loved it all and knew he wanted more. And he would get his wish. As a Mackey bottom now, he would literally have boys lining up to fuck him.

After the Choosing, he stuck around and spoke to Kevin. Other than Chase Garvin, he was the first person he told about being gay. "Coming Out," he knew were the right words.

But Kevin's reaction surprised him.

"Shit, Judge. Pretty sure everyone knows that already."

"They do?" He responded in surprise. He thought he was always so careful about hiding that side of him.

"Well, if they didn't before today, they do now. Most guys moan or groan when getting fucked because of the pain they're feeling. But any idiot could see the sounds coming from you were moans of pleasure. Not to mention you came three of the four times you got fucked. And my buddy Sandy Jacobs whispered to me that the only reason you didn't do it 4 times was because Adrian Koch's cock wasn't long enough."

Both boys giggled. Judge knew it was true.

"It's not a problem?"

"Shit, no." answered Kevin. "You're a Mackey. If that's your thing, no one is ever gonna give a shit. And being gay is a positive advantage for a bottom. There's a whole bunch of us you know – gays, I mean. We'll talk about it more later. I got to go. Jason's waiting."

And when he got home after the Choosing, he found his father was there again. He had taken the afternoon off work. They went out together for another father-son night and Judge told him everything that happened, including what he told Kevin.

"I guessed as much," his Dad said. "I've pretty much suspected for a while now. Your mother is still denying it, but she'll come around in time. I know deep down, her kids are more important to her than the church. But you know you can't bring boys to the house. Well, at least for a while. You'll have to go to their houses or that bench in Tucker Wood I've heard so much about recently."

"I won't, Dad, Sammy isn't ready yet." Then he brought up something else he needed to say.

"Dad, I want to go to the regular middle school. I don't like Edge City. The teachers there – some of them – look at me sometimes, like they know I'm gay, and keep telling me to pray harder."

Phil Mackey, Judge's Dad, laughed at this.

"The Coolspring schools maintain a good standard, but we sent you kids to Edge City because there's some pretty rough characters at the regular schools."

But Dad, I'm a full Mackey now. No one is gonna mess with me."

"Yep," said his father, "that's true. I'll raise the issue with your mother. If nothing else, it'd save us money."

Chris Corbin

Chris Corbin was now pretty much resigned to his fate, but even so, he strongly doubted whether he would ever sleep again.

It had been the most stressful day of his short life, and he could never envisage anything being worse. The stripping naked thing, Sheldon's outright promotion of his ass, the treachery of Bennett Mackey and his own two brothers and the reading of the final scores was horrific to contemplate. They had actually made him a Mackey bottom. Then there was the fucking. Being screwed by Stevie Jacobs had been okay. He liked it when the younger kid kept whispering in his ear about wanting Chris to do this to him. He even wanked him until he came. But getting fucked by his younger brother Harry was the most embarrassing and degrading thing to ever happen in his life. He would never forgive the kid for doing that. And the fucks from Clifton and Ryan, one after another, just hurt. Those guys made no pretense of being gentle and neither boy even touched him. And then there was the cock-sucking. Although he had fewer checkmarks than Tolley, he ended up having to give as many BJs because of the deal Sheldon had forced him into with his cousin Junior. And he still had 4 more of those to give. A sponsor or an older brother was supposed to protect a guy from that sort of stuff. But no, not in his family. He wished Sandy Jacobs was his brother, not Michael.

After the Choosing ended and they let him dress, he didn't go home. He thought of running away, but where would he go? However, he couldn't face his family either. His Mom and Dad would know by now. News of what happened at the Ceremony each year spread quickly around the small Mackey community of Indian Spring, and even to Bartlett quickly enough. He wandered around the Tucker Wood for hours, crying a bit from time to time, contemplating his future.

But around 7:00PM, he went home. He was really hungry by then. He hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, unless you included the thick loads from Joseph (15), Wally (13), and Junior (14). But he couldn't delay any longer. His Dad would already be pissed at him. All the boys were supposed to be in the house before 6:00PM for dinner, unless they had prior permission. They always ate at 6:30PM on the dot. He was in trouble again – this time with his parents.

But when he did arrive home, rather than being scolded, his Mom gave him a huge hug, and took him into the kitchen for cookies and milk. There was no sign of either Michael (14) or Harry (11), and no indication his Mom had even started preparing dinner. Then his father came in looking madder than Chris had ever seen him before. But amazingly, he wasn't angry at him.

"It's good to see you back, son," said the man. "Your mother and I know what happened, and we were starting to worry. I've got Sam Jacobs on a conference call. He's there with his boys, and I'm piecing together what happened today. Bring your cookies and milk and join me and your mother in my office."

Then Chris was forced to relive the whole day yet again as the Jacobs kids were grilled by his Dad about every little detail of what happened. Sandy did most of the talking, and was very apologetic for not helping.

"Sorry, Mr. Corbin that I couldn't help Chris, but Bradley is my brother, and he was always my first priority. Even with him, it was touch and go for a while."

"No need to apologize, son," said Mr. Jack Corbin. "You did the right thing. Your parents should be very proud. Protecting your own brother would, of course, take precedence. In theory, Chris has siblings of his own for that. But let me just confirm this one last thing. You are sure Chris would have come in 5^th place if Michael and Harry had voted to protect him?"

"Yes, sir. Hinton Mackey and I were running the vote counting table, like I said, and we had to tally each one as it came in. If they had voted 1 minus point instead of two plus points, Chris's final score would have been 13, putting him in 5th place behind Cal Brewer with 22, Judge with 20, Bert with 18, and Dean with 18. Chris would have been 5^th with 13, Brad 6^th with 8 points, and Tolley and Kelley Tucker equal 7^th with 7 points each."

"Thank you, Sandy, for being honest. As I said, your parents should be very proud. They have raised 4 fine sons."

"Katherine, this is Karla. Is Chris okay?"

"He will be, Karla, Jack and I will make sure of that. Jack says we can't do much about what the Mackey have done to him, but we'll be doing all we can to minimize his, err – duties. They shouldn't be allowed to do this, Karla. It's barbaric."

A little later, Chris took some small satisfaction as his Dad went ballistic with his two brothers. When the old man got started, heaven help any kid in the way.

"Your mother and I are appalled and disgusted at your behavior and actions today." the man said to Michael and Harry.

"And no, before you accuse your brother, Chris hasn't told us anything. But we have reliable sources for what happened at the Ceremony today, independent of him. I don't know whether you are aware, but if you hadn't acted as you did, your brother would not have been chosen. It was your 4 votes that sent him into 3^rd place. And Harry, your mother and I have no words to explain our thoughts about what you did to Chris. Dumfounded isn't even adequate. You actually engaged in anal intercourse with your brother? I would never have believed it, except we have the witnesses."

"Dad," cried Harry piteously, I needed the protection for next year. By voting and fu... what you said, I start with minus 4 points in 1996."

But the explanation didn't help as his father turned on him, "Good, I'm glad you have some protection. You'll need it. We are releasing Chris from any obligation to protect you next year. Indeed, your mother and I insist he use the 10 points he has now, because of your actions, to promote you in any and every way possible to the same position. I will be making it known, far and wide, that Jack Corbin would be delighted to have a second Mackey bottom in the family. In addition, I also understand one father insisted on an additional penalty for a misbehaving son. Four checkmarks, was it?"

Michael smirked as Harry turned green. But his father noticed and turned on his older boy.

"Michael, I would be quiet if I were you. As my eldest son, I hold you primarily responsible for what happened today. The old saying `blood is thicker than water' is true. It never occurred to me that you might not understand that. I just assumed you and Harry would be doing all you could to protect your kid-brother. When your mother expressed concern last week about Chris and the Ceremony, I urged her not to worry. Chris is far better off than most boys there, I told her. He has 2 brothers looking after his interests. I know you boys fight all the time – all siblings do, but I firmly believed that when it really mattered, Michael, you would be the first to step up and protect a family member. I'm devastated to learn that my assessment of your true character was so tragically ill-informed. I was just talking to Sam Jacobs on the phone. Apparently, Sandy moved heaven and earth to protect Brad. I just took it as an unspoken axiom that you two would be doing the same. I am aware that some of the deep and very deep Mackey might stoop to such behavior, but I never imagined my own sons could even contemplate such treachery against a sibling."

"But, Dad!" tried Michael imploringly.

"Yes, butt is the right word. B U T T. I will be asking the adult Council next week, if you can take on at least part of Chris's community obligations."

"Dad!" exclaimed Michael in horror. "I'm 14." It was his turn to appear very green around the gills.

"When I was a boy, bottom service was normally done for a three-year period – 12 to 15, so 14 is not too old. We will find out what the Council says. But I will also be making a direct demand to the Junior Council that both you and Harry are permanently banned from any further sexual contact with Chris. Harry, when you are made a bottom next year, Chris will have no such restriction. In fact, outright ownership in the old style, with unlimited rights seems appropriate. I will find out who to speak to about that."

The youngest boy looked ready to be sick.

"In the meantime, a number of things are changing. First thing tomorrow, Harry, you're moving into Michael's room. I will help you move his bed in the morning."

Both boys groaned, but knew better than to say anything when their Dad was in this mood.

"You will need to share your closet and desk space with Harry, and you'll need to make room. You can store things in the attic for the time being, but we will need to throw out a lot of your stuff before long. Not that much space up there. Chris will need a room of his own to bring other boys."

"Second, every time in the next 2 years when Chris is required to perform the duties of a Mackey bottom, you will be close by to protect him. If he's in the bedroom, you stand outside the door, if he goes to another boy's house you will stand sentry duty in the street, and if in the forest, you will stand 20 yards distant, looking the other way and remain there until Chris is ready to leave. Your actions sentenced him to this obligation, now I'm sentencing you to remain close by every time he is used for the full term of his service, whether that be two or three years. When Harry is made a bottom next year, you will also do the same for him. Any shirking of this responsibility will result in additional punishment."

"Finally, that Sports Camp you were supposed to be going to next week, you can forget about that. I will be cancelling your enrollment first thing Monday morning, if I can't do it tomorrow. Do you have any questions?"

"Dad!" implored Michael about to cry. "Sports is my life."

"Not any more. You will need to resign from both football and baseball teams. There will be no extracurricular activities for you for the next two years. And no dating either. In Harry's second year as a bottom, I may reconsider the matter, but for now you need to make yourself available to accompany Chris."

"Dad, you're destroying my life," said Michael defiantly.

"You have already done that to your brother. The Mackey expect him to make himself available 3 to 4 times per day to other boys. After school resumes, when do you think that might happen? From 4 to 6 each day and perhaps in the evening, sometimes. He will have no opportunity for gymnastics, which he loved. No, you need to be available at those times, so there will be no time for sport for you, either."

If they weren't his brothers, Chris might have actually felt sorry for them. He knew how much Michael was into sports and looking forward to the Camp. But they had been really mean to him, and he knew they deserved what they got. After all, it was him that would be sticking his ass in the air for every horny Mackey teen for the next 2 years. Well, maybe now his brother Harry, as well from next year. It might actually be fun owning Harry's ass after what he did to him today.

At least he got his own room out of this. Harry was sleeping on the floor in Michael's room tonight. Chris wondered whether it was not hearing his brother snore that was keeping him awake. Besides, he wasn't all that keen on having Michael standing close by every time he got fucked. The walls at their house were pretty thin. You could hear everything going on in the next room. The idea of Michael listening to every thrust and grunt was disturbing to say the least. And he hadn't even thought about what being a Mackey bottom would do to his gymnastics until his father had mentioned it.

Chris hated everything about what the future held for him. No wonder he couldn't sleep.

Bert Mackey

Bert was still incredibly sore back there from the fucking he got from his 13-year-old brother Gerry. The problem was the first 3 times he got screwed by Alex, Sam and Gordon had lulled him into a false sense of security. He couldn't understand all the grunts and groans coming from the other boys as they got fucked. It wasn't that bad, after all. But it was only when Gerry started pushing his 5 inches of thick cock into him that Bert finally understood. And his brother had rabbit fucked for almost 5 straight minutes before he came. And come he did. Some was still leaking out 14 hours later. He trusted Gerry not to over-use or abuse the unrestricted rights he now had to his ass. But Bert wished he hadn't been so open-ended in his offer. He would have laughed at the `open-ended" phrase if it hadn't been his ass that was doing the opening in the end. He should have put some restrictions on it, but Sheldon had reminded him of the terms before he left Old Knot. He said, your words, recorded in the minutes are,

"Full ownership of my ass to Gerry for the time I'm a Community Bottom. And Gerry can use me without it counting against the maximum number of fucks I have to give per day, if I'm a bottom."

Gerry was a typical horny teen and he'd be wanting it himself once a day, if not more. Well, there was nothing he could do about that now. But that wasn't his only problem. Bert was astounded at the excitement and enthusiasm of his younger brother Sam and his two cousins Alex and Gordon. It would have actually been quite cute if they weren't talking about his ass. They were already making Lists of five of 10 and 11-year-olds to fuck "our new bottom," as they were already calling him, over the next 60 days. They all agreed they needed 60 lists, but argued whether some 9-year-olds could also be included. Sheldon hadn't been clear on that point. Fortunately, Gerry stepped in and squashed that idea outright. Bert knew he'd have to go along with it initially. He didn't need any complaints to the Council, but he was still refining his plan to rein them in. He hoped the novelty of having their own bottom would wear off soon.

But then in 60 days, the younger kids wouldn't be an issue, but the prospects were worse. All the 12 and 13-year-olds would be lining up for a fuck. The kids in his class at school and those a year older. And if Gerry's cock was anything to go by, he was in for a very painful time ahead. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Gerry got him used to being opened up back there. According to both Sheldon and Kevin, it hurt less the more you did it.

His parents were no help. According to rumors his dad, Foster, had been a terror of the bottoms back in his day. According to one story, he told another kid back in the 1970s that he never jerked off once in three whole years, but fucked or got blown by another boy, every single day during that time.

The fact was, his dad seemed rather pleased about having a bottom in the family. Bert would later learn his father had won a $500 bet with Austin Mackey when they made him a bottom and not Dean. But neither boy knew it at the time.

Dean Mackey

Dean was still kicking himself for being stupid. How could he be sucker-punched by that little twerp Bert? If he had known what the kid intended, he never would have agreed to the crazy deal he made with his brothers and the deep Mackey 11-year-olds. But he didn't know, of course. It was always one of those traps the Mackey were famous for and he just walked right in.

He had to tell his parents. If he hadn't, Fairland or Hunter would have done it that night at dinner. The thing was his dad seemed rather disappointed he wasn't made one of the bottoms. Dean had a vague notion that he might have lost a bet with some of the other fathers at the Mackey-Sanders bar. His dad, Austin, was a great supporter of the traditions and the rumors of his activities back in the late 1960s and early 1970s were the stuff of legend according to some.

They did discuss it over dinner that night, much to Dean's embarrassment and the delight of his two brothers. The only good thing was that his older sister, Dorothy (Dot) (18) had gone out on a date. And the smirk was quickly wiped from 11-year-old Hunter's face when his dad said,

"Well, it's a bad deal, Dean, but what's done is done. At least you now have a full 12 months to build a strong voting coalition for Hunter to be made a bottom at the next Choosing."

When Hunter almost choked on his potatoes and said, "Dad!" in total horror.

"Well, you did vote for Dean. It's only fair that he returns the favor. It's bound to happen that one of you will be selected as a bottom. And it always increases a family's prestige to have an active or former bottom in the line."

It was almost worth all the stuff he'd have to do over the next three months to see that look on Hunter's face – well, almost, but not quite.

Sandy Jacobs

It was a very good day for Sandy Jacobs. Well, earth-shattering in fact. He had achieved both goals he'd set. He was becoming known in the Mackey boy community and establishing a profile of having a connection to power by helping with the vote counting. But even more important. He had kept the promise he made to Brad, back in June, and saved him from the dreaded Mackey fate, as he said he would.

Yes, he was happy he'd saved his brother, but he also understood the personal cost he was now paying. It was all his fault, not Brad's, he knew. Kevin was turning out to be a real horn-dog and wanted to fuck all the time. The only good thing was, Kevin also liked being fucked, so their sex was always reciprocal. Still, Sandy was having to take it up his ass more than he ever wanted. And then there were the new bottoms. What would they be like? Clearly, Judge was a total fag and Kevin was already planning a three-way with him. Well, okay, but he seemed like a real nice kid and was probably what gays called a "natural bottom" in any case – he always preferred the passive role. And the Brewer kid was still a mystery. Kevin had related all sorts of bad stuff about him, but considering what happened today, he appeared pretty passive – not the aggressive bully type at all. Still you never know. He wasn't worried about Bert. Sandy was pretty sure, by the time that kid's cock grew to more than 4 inches, his duties as the bottom's bottom would long have expired. And Chris Corbin? There was that conference phone call with his parents earlier in the evening. Sandy felt sorry for Chris. His family and the Jacobs had been friends forever. But his brothers Michael and Harry had acted like real pricks. You fought with your brothers – all brothers did, but you always protected them from outsiders, whatever they'd done. Sandy was very pleased he hadn't made that mistake with Brad. He thought back to that very first conversation with Darrell and Hiram. That was where all his current problems originated. Like Michael and Harry today, he had not thought twice about making Brad a Mackey bottom. But that would have destroyed him. In the end he was pleased the gods had conspired to give him a second chance. He had seized that opportunity, and would forever be proud of the fact that he did protect Brad, after his initial weakness. He was paying for that mistake, he knew. There was still another year and two weeks for him to serve as the bottom's bottom. This had all started because Sandy had become enslaved by his erotic needs. But sex was a cruel master he was learning. Always demanding and never satisfied. Temporarily sated, only to reappear hours later with more outrageous demands. He decided, "I'll get a calendar and mark off the days."

Sandy looked at the digital clock next to his bed. After the phone call with Mr. Corbin, Sandy guessed Michael and Harry might be having some second thoughts about now. He knew the man. He was generally okay. But watch out if he ever got angry.

And what of the future. Next Wednesday, he was sleeping over at Sheldon's house and he'd be getting fucked a few times then for sure. But if rumor were anything to go by, Sheldon wasn't that big. Well, he was 17 and wouldn't be tiny, but if Kevin was correct, and he usually was about these things, Sheldon was much smaller than the porn-star sized cock of over 6 and-a-half inches that Harry Mackey, the second Community bottom from 1993, had used to fuck him a week ago. He had endured that (well painfully for a few days) but knew he could survive a night with Sheldon. The fact was, the more he got to know the older boy, the more he liked him. He was smart, and, okay, a bit manipulative, but that's what Sandy needed. It was all part of a strategy that had been evolving in his mind over the past few weeks. Real power among the kids of Indian Spring rested in the hands of the Mackey Council. They more or less controlled the lives of every Mackey under 18, and to a lesser extent, the Near Springers as well. Sandy wanted to be on that Council and was prepared to plan and scheme to get it. There were many things he wanted to change, but top of that list was the whole bottom-Choosing Ceremony concept. It was something that belonged in the 19^th century – if it even had a place there. And Mrs. Corbin's comment on the phone call showed the tradition was not popular with many adults. They were barely 5 years away from the millennium – the 21^st century. A change was well past due.

But the irony was not lost on Sandy Jacobs. It was sex that had been the cause of all his current problems, but it was sex he was planning to use to achieve his future goals. Even so, he felt a certain pride. Less than a month ago, he wanted access to Kevin and the other Mackey bottoms for his own selfish reasons – to satisfy his own lust. Now he planned using it for what he viewed as a higher purpose. And sex with Sheldon would only be a small part of his plan to gain power in the Mackey Youth Council, to change something, not for himself, but for generations of kids yet to come.

Sandy had no problem with boys fucking other boys. His own brother Stevie was gay; that was pretty certain now - and his buddies Ethan and Jared as well. Then there was Kevin, Judge and half a dozen others he could name. In Indian Spring nobody gave a shit if you were gay. And the world was moving slowly in that direction as well Sandy saw. He hoped by the time he ever had kids, (he still felt more hetero than gay – maybe – well definitely a bit bi) it wouldn't matter if you had a boyfriend or girlfriend. You could invite either to the school dance and no one would care.

But Sandy understood the power of the traditionalist within the Mackey community and he couldn't move on any of his plans until all the ducks were in a row. He would need to plan carefully. And he would need allies. The Tucker kid, Kelley, would be a good choice. And Toby Sanders, Kevin, and Malcolm and a bunch of others he suspected would support him. But he didn't have the connections or sufficient understanding of the deep and very deep Mackeys to know how they'd react. That was where Sheldon came in. He had the knowledge, he knew how to plan, and would be out of the Youth Council at the election next March. He'd be over 18 by then so wouldn't have a vested interest to protect. What better way to get the help he needed than to slowly start dropping hints of political ambitions within the family in a post-fuck euphoria. Well, that was the plan. It might work?

And next week, he and Kevin would spend time with each of the new bottoms. They didn't know it yet, but he hoped they would form a strong part of his base. Bottoms had real power if they cared to use it. His plan was to lead them slowly in the right direction.

Finally, he'd need to go cap in hand to Tolley Mackey sometime soon about Chass. His youngest brother didn't have the sense god gave a mushroom, and it would be up to Sandy to protect him. There wasn't a kid in Indian Spring who hadn't heard the story of Tolley making 13-year-old Chris Ford blow him in the middle of the street. He guessed he'd make Chase and all the other Famous Five pay, but he'd try to negotiate the minimum 5 witnesses required. He always got along well with Tolley. And maybe he could add some protection from the kid for Chass in two years' time. Tolley was popular and influential with the deep Mackey.

There was a lot to do, but Sandy knew ambition was a good thing. But only time would tell if any of it would work out. He hoped so!