Written by Charles Well <charles.well@yandex.com> and Sarge AKA Aldric <pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com> and Nick <newnick1@yahoo.com>
(C) 2020)
The original Kids of Indian Spring (KOIS) story by Jonas Henley can be found here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/kids-of-indian-spring/
and if you wish to read Jonas Henley's account of the 1968 Mackey Choosing Ceremony, look here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/mackey-tails/
Also see map.pdf and Springer Families.pdf in the Sandy Jacobs folder on Nifty. There is also an extensive family tree of the Mackey family available in this folder as well.
This story is about sex between boys and is therefore a total fantasy. It was written by an adult for the entertainment of other adults. No children or animals were either involved or harmed in the writing of this story. Please leave now if you are not supposed to be here.
Writing the continuing saga of the Kids of Indian Spring has become a real community effort. My original intention was to conclude the Sandy Jacobs Story after Chapter 10. But my primary co-author and invaluable assistant, Pietar, convinced me that the many loose ends left open by the original author, Jonas Henley, needed to be resolved. As a result, he became the principal author of Chapters 11, 12, and 13. Thank you Pietar for your original ideas, brilliant writing and your continued dedication and commitment to this project. Now a third author, Nick, has volunteered to take on the role of crafting the future long-term direction of the story. You may recall that Nick was first involved in Chapter 12C. Please ensure you make Nick welcome by dropping him a line.
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September brought the start of another school year and the kids of Indian Spring had to say good bye to summer vacation. For Sandy Jacobs the summer ended on a high note with a very successful cook-out for the bottoms. At Cal Brewer's suggestion, it was held at his house so they could swim in the pool. Sandy's dad and Mr. Brewer did the cooking and served up a feast of steaks and burgers for the boys.
Sandy was proud of himself for getting the 5 new boys through their first weeks of service and he had a chance to talk with each one and see how they were doing. Henry had gotten over his fears and was becoming a very popular bottom. Finney was accepting his role as a challenge and was making some new friends. Gordon was getting over his anger and dealing with things, but he still held a grudge against Tanner. Sandy made a note to work on that. Carter was the only bottom there had been complaints about. Several kids had mentioned that he had an attitude. Nothing serious, but he came across as a smart-ass to some boys. Sandy wasn't surprised. Carter was used to being the center of attention as the cool and funny kid. Now, as a bottom, he had a self-esteem problem. He occasionally lashed out at others with sarcastic remarks to make himself feel better. As the Bottom Rep., Sandy had spoken to him about it and he believed the kid was trying to improve. Trevor Havers didn't have any more problems with the deep Mackeys and was becoming good friends with Bert and his brothers.
Trevor told Sandy that a couple weeks after Kyle Hardin had threatened to shove the piece of shovel handle up his ass the boy returned for another visit. This time his attitude was completely different.
"It was really strange," Trevor said. "Before I could say anything, he told me he was here to apologize. He said he was sorry for what he did and sorry he made me feel bad. He wanted to make up for it by making me feel good. I asked him what he meant and he said he wanted to give me a blow job. I told him he didn't have to do that but he kind of insisted. He was almost begging to suck my dick so I let him. He was really good too."
"That is wild," Sandy commented.
"The wild part came when he was done," said Trevor. "He asked if I liked it and I told him it was great. Then he said he wanted to do it again the next week because he figured he owed me 2 for what he did. I figured you put him up to it but you didn't know anything about it. Anyway, he did come back the next week and took care of me again. It was great."
Sandy realized this was probably the result of his talk with Paul Hardin. He would have to thank him later. Having friends on all sides of the table was paying off.
Jason had presented the 3 Choosing Improvement ideas to the Sr. Council and they had all been accepted with only minor changes. The old timers thought that a single lick with the paddle was not a sufficient warning so they changed it to 2. They also said they would hold the Jr. Council President responsible for any abuse so he had better administer the punishments himself or make sure whoever did was trustworthy. They also extended the time a boy could surrender under Paul and Hanks idea. Paul proposed he had to surrender at check in and the Council changed it to until the candidate's introduction was completed. After the meeting Jason called each of the council members involved and congratulated them. He said the Sr. Council called the ideas innovative and creative. Sandy felt good about that as all the changes came from his ideas. By sharing the credit with others he was expanding his sphere of influence and that was important to him. He wanted to be known as a powerful member of the council.
Carl dropped by Carter's place for a fuck like he always did after fishing. Carter bent over the bed and Carl humped away until he shot his load. He had no real emotional connection with Carter but he was appreciative and always thanked him for his service when he was done. Then he would head home. Today was different.
When he told Carter how good it was and how much he appreciated it, Carter replied," If you really meant that you'd show me."
"What do you mean?" asked Carl.
"I need a blow job and if you really appreciate me you'd give me one."
"I ain't doing that," said Carl firmly.
"That's too bad. Now I'm going to have to call Sandy Jacobs and tell him how you disrespected me. You heard what he said at the Choosing about anybody who doesn't respect the bottoms. You'll probably end up being bottomed for sure."
"I never disrespected you. I'm always nice to you. I'm nice to everybody. What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about how you called me names while you were fucking me," said Carter.
"That's a lie. I never did any such thing."
"I have a witness," replied Carter. "Come on in here Tom," he called. The 11-year-old boy came into the room and stood by his brother. "Did you hear Carl disrespect me?" Carter asked.
"I sure did," answered Tom. "He called you a faggot slut boy and he said you loved having a dick up your ass."
"I never did," insisted Carl.
"Well it's our word against yours and I'll bet Sandy's gonna believe us," said Carter. "You give us each a blow job and I'll forget the whole thing. Or, you can risk being bottomed."
Carl wanted to scream and cuss at Carter, but he was afraid. Sandy probably would believe his bottom first he thought. He was trapped. "Okay, I'll do it."
After giving both boys a blow job Carl got up and left without saying a word. Carter looked at his little brother and said, "See, I told you it would work."
"Yep, you were right. He is the easiest kid around to fool though. Do you think it'll work with anybody else?"
"I've got a couple in mind. We'll see how it goes. You had your lines perfect, by the way. Good job."
"I wanted a blow job," laughed Tom.
"Yeah, me too," said Carter. "I'm getting tired of giving all the time and not getting anything. Now we gotta wait and make sure he doesn't tell anybody and then I'll pick our next guy."
"You think he might tell?" asked the younger boy nervously.
"No, not Carl. He doesn't have the balls. I'm sure of it."
Silvie Tucker was pleasantly surprised when Kelly and Malcolm volunteered to clear the table after lunch. She had some shopping to do in Bartlett and wanted to get on her way. Ethan left to go over to Stevie's and Ashton was watching TV. Kelly's mom yelled good bye as she headed out and as soon as they heard the door close Malcolm told his friend what he wanted to do.
"Let's go over to Tripp's place. I could use a good bj today."
Kelly smiled as he looked at Malcolm. "I really can't stand the guy, but that's not a bad idea. I like seeing him down on his knees."
"Cool. Let's get the table cleared and then we can go."
As the older boys put the dirty plates in the dishwasher and leftovers in the frig, Ashton came in and made an announcement. "You guys are gonna look at some really cool pictures. The ones of the trees are the best."
"How do you know what we're gonna look at and which ones are the best?" asked Kelly.
"Because, I saw them and the ones of the trees are really cool."
"You can see things now?" asked Kelly. "I thought you just felt them."
"I've been seeing stuff too. It's kind of new."
"Have you told Mom about it?" asked Kelly.
"No. It's not bad or anything. It's just different. Now when I get a feeling sometimes I see things too."
"I think you should tell Mom," said Kelly.
"Okay, I will," answered Ashton as he grabbed a cookie off the counter and headed back to his TV.
"Your little brother is amazing. If I didn't know him he'd scare me," said Malcolm.
"Little brothers aren't scary," said Kelly. "Just annoying. I think we're done here so let's go visit Tripp."
Sandy had dropped by to work on his new pet project. The computer they had inherited had a floppy disk drive so he was copying all the old Jr. Council records onto disks so there would be permanent back-up of everything. It wasn't hard work but it was time consuming. Still, he was making progress and he felt he'd have it up to date by the end of the year.
He saw Paul Hardin at the back of the room so he sat down next to him. He wanted to thank him for dealing with his cousin Kyle's attitude toward Trevor Havers.
After exchanging greetings, Sandy shared what he learned from the Havers boy. "We had an end of summer cook-out for the bottoms a couple of weeks back and Trevor told me the darndest story. Seems Kyle came back to visit him and apologized for the way he treated him before. Not only that, but he gave him a blow job to show he was sincere. Can you believe that?" Sandy said.
Paul was grinning from ear to ear. "Well I'm happy to hear that. I had a little talk with the boy and pointed out that if the Council heard about what he did they just might revoke his exemption if they didn't bottom him. I guess he understood what I was telling him."
Sandy laughed at Paul's statement. "I was guessing you had something to do with it. Was the blow job your idea?"
"I did suggest that he do something like that to smooth things over. It was supposed to be 2 though," added Paul with a frown.
"Oh, it was. He came back the next week and gave him another one. Trevor is a happy bottom and I wanted you to know I appreciate the help."
"Anytime," said Paul. "We have to keep things running smoothly."
As Sandy left to start his work he was thinking about how important having friends could be. He wondered who else on the Council he should be partnering with.
Tripp was not happy when he opened the door and saw Kelly Tucker and Malcolm McEwen standing there. He knew what they wanted.
"Hey. I guess you two want a blow job."
"That's why we're here," said Kelly as Malcolm nodded in agreement.
Tripp was doing his best to keep his strong dislike for Kelly under control. He knew he had no choice in this matter and he didn't want any trouble with the Council.
"Come on up to my room," he said as he led the way. Once they were all in his bedroom he closed the door and asked, "Who's first?"
Kelly stepped forward and open his pants.
Tripp avoided eye contact and just dropped to his knees and took the waiting cock into his mouth.
As Kelly was getting his blow job Malcolm looked at the photographs that covered the walls of the room. He was drawn to a group of pictures of trees. They were beautiful. He thought they were taken in the park. He had done some sketches that were very similar. As he studied them Kelly's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Oh yeah, that's great. Get ready now because I'm gonna cum."
Kelly's hip action and Tripp's frantic gulping told Malcolm they were finished.
As Kelly stepped back and fastened his jeans Tripp looked at Malcolm. "You ready?"
"Yeah, sure," said Malcom as he unbuckled and unsnapped and pulled out his dick. "I was just admiring your photos. They're really good."
His comment made the kneeling boy pause for a moment and look up at Malcolm. "Thanks," he replied and then proceeded to give him his blow job. This was what Malcolm had come for.
When they had finished and Malcolm was zipped up Kelly said, "Let's go. I wanna check on Ashton."
"Just one sec," replied Malcolm. "Is this the dead tree by the pavilion?" he asked Tripp as he pointed to one of the photos.
"Yes, it is."
"I did a sketch of that once. It looks like we both captured it from the same angle. I'll show it to you sometime."
"I'd like to see it," said Tripp.
"Come on Malcolm," urged Kelly. "Let's go."
The boys were feeling great when they left. They had both received an excellent bj but Malcolm was also happy that Tripp wanted to see his sketch. He was already planning his next visit.
As Carl sat on the picnic table he glanced over at Henry Mackey's house. He wanted to talk to somebody about what happened with Carter but he wasn't sure if he could. He decided if he could talk to anyone it was his best friend Henry so he came down here to the park. But now he was chickening out. Maybe he should just forget it he thought. He would never go to Carter's place again. There were other bottoms he could use. Why did he feel so lousy about the whole thing when he didn't do anything wrong? What if kids believed Carter and not him? The whole situation sucked.
Henry stepped out onto the porch and saw Carl across the field. He waved but his friend never looked up. He seemed lost in his thoughts so Henry decided to walk over. When he was close enough he called to him. "Hey, what are you doing over here?"
The voice startled Carl as he hadn't noticed anyone approaching. "Oh, hey," he said as he looked up. "I guess I'm just thinking about stuff."
"Must be serious stuff. You don't look happy. Is it anything I can help with?"
"Nah, I just did something stupid and I guess I'm pissed off at myself."
"Everybody does something stupid sometime. You gotta forget it and move on," said Henry trying to sound cheerful. "Maybe you should visit your friendly local bottom," he suggested with a smile. Carl was the one boy Henry really wanted to fuck him and one of the few boys who had never came by for that reason.
"I don't think so," muttered Carl. "That's how this whole thing started."
"What do you mean? Did you have trouble with a bottom?" Henry asked.
"C'mon Henry. I don't really want to talk about it."
"Look Carl, if it's a problem with a bottom I can help. I get along real good with Sandy."
"Ah, maybe I should just forget it."
"You can if you want to, but I'm always ready to help. You know you're my best friend and I'd do anything for you. Why don't we go hang out on the porch and talk about it. I'll get some sodas."
Carl was thirsty and he felt safe saying anything to Henry so he agreed. The 2 boys moved over to the porch and Henry went inside to grab a couple of drinks. As Carl waited on his friend he wondered why he couldn't bring himself to use Henry as a bottom. If he had done that he wouldn't have been tricked like he was. He actually wanted to, but he was afraid if he fucked him they might not be friends anymore. He liked the kid too much to risk that.
Henry returned with 2 cans of coke and handed 1 to Carl before sitting down next to him. "I have two questions for you. First, how did visiting a bottom make you feel like you did something stupid?"
"What's question number two?" asked Carl.
"Oh no no no!" scolded Henry. "You don't get out of it that easy. Tell me what happened and, like I said, I can probably fix it. Come on Carl. Let me help."
Carl thought about it for a moment. He did trust Henry. He knew he would never do anything to get him in trouble. Maybe he did need help. What if Carter told Sandy anyway even after he got his blow job? He decided to share his problem.
He told Henry the whole story as well as he could remember it. He told him what he said, what Carter said and what Tom said. He was really embarrassed when he got to the part about the blow jobs, but he was honest. He did it because he was scared. When he finished with his story his eyes were red and teary. He felt so stupid. He looked at Henry expecting to see a sympathetic face but instead he saw anger.
"Those bastards! I can't believe they did that to you. They are not going to get away with it Carl."
"Take it easy Henry. It was my fault for letting them trick me like that. I was dumb."
"No, the only dumb thing you did was not walking out of there right away. You should have headed right over to Sandy's and told him."
"But what if he didn't believe me? It's their word against mine."
"Sandy knows you and he would never believe you'd act like that."
"You think so?"
"I know so. You're not that kind of kid and everybody knows it."
"Thanks Henry. You're making me feel better."
The conversation was interrupted by Stevie Jacobs. As he dropped his bike on the lawn and walked toward the porch Carl quickly requested, "Can we not talk about this in front of Stevie. Please?" Henry nodded.
"Hi guys. Have you two been having fun without me?" Stevie asked.
"We wouldn't think of it," answered Henry. "Where's Cole? You guys usually visit me together."
"He went over to Rory's with Scooter, but don't worry, Luke's gonna meet me here soon."
"Where's your big brother?" Henry asked. This question drew a concerned look from Carl.
"He's just hanging out at home. He's feeling lazy today."
"You want a Coke?" Henry asked holding up his can.
"Sure," said Stevie.
"I'll be right back. You can keep Carl company for a minute."
Stevie sat down next to Carl as Henry went in the house to get another soda.
"You been fishing today?"
"No. I was gonna but I ended up just talking with Henry instead."
"I really had fun when we went night fishing last time. We oughta do that again," said Stevie.
"It's hard now that school started. I can't stay out as late anymore. I guess we could do it on a weekend though," suggested Carl. As the boys continued to talk and make plans for a future outing Henry was inside making a phone call. When he finished he grabbed a soda and returned to the front porch.
"Sorry I took so long," he said as he handed the Coke to Stevie. "I had to do something. What are you guys talking about?"
They filled Henry in on their tentative plans to go fishing next Friday evening. He liked the idea and said he would join them. They discussed who else they might ask to join them and where they would go. Then they sat back and sipped their sodas until an approaching figure drew their attention.
Stevie recognized him first and called, "Hey Sandy."
Carl tensed up and shot a dirty look at Henry. "You gotta trust me on this Carl," Henry pleaded.
"You called him, didn't you?"
"I did," admitted Henry. "Sandy is the only one that can fix this and he will."
Stevie was confused by the conversation but said nothing.
"Hi everybody. I came right over Henry. What's the problem?"
"It's not exactly my problem, it's Carl's."
"It's nothing." said Carl as he stared at the ground. "He shouldn't have called you. I'll take care of it myself."
"Come on Carl!" said Henry more forcefully than any of the guys had ever seen him. "This is important! If you don't tell him I will." Carl looked up at his friend and Henry saw fear in his eyes.
"He's the only guy that can fix this. Trust me. I wouldn't steer you wrong."
Sandy had no idea what was going on, but Henry's attitude told him it was serious. "Why don't we take a walk Carl," he suggested.
Carl agreed and the two of them left heading toward the park.
"What the heck is going on?" asked Stevie.
"It's kind of private. You'll probably hear about it later, but let's leave them alone right now."
"Okay. Hey look, Luke's here. Now we'll have some fun."
Luke Mackey jumped off his bike and joined his friends on the porch. "You ready for us Henry?" he asked with a smile.
"I'm always ready for you guys," he answered and the 3 boys headed to Henry's bedroom.
Sandy knew Carl was a sensitive kid and he coaxed the story out of him slowly. He could tell the boy was very embarrassed. When he heard it all he surprised the younger boy by cursing out loud. "That little son of a bitch," he blurted out. Carl hadn't heard Sandy curse like that before and the surprise showed on his face. Sandy apologized.
"I'm sorry Carl but it just pisses me off that one of our bottoms would act that way. Now listen to me. This is real important. You stay away from Carter for now and don't tell anybody else about this. I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet but I don't want Carter to be tipped off that I know what he did."
"Don't worry, I'm never going out there again."
"Have you told anybody else?"
"No, just you and Henry."
"Good, let's go back to the house and see him then. I don't want this story going any further."
As they approached the house they saw Luke, Stevie and Henry sitting on the porch. They were laughing loudly.
"Sounds like you guys are having a good time here," said Sandy.
"We always have a good time when we visit Henry," Luke said making everyone laugh.
"That's what I like to hear." Sandy replied. "Would you guys mind if I talked to Henry in private for a minute?"
"Not at all," answered Stevie. "Me and Luke were just getting ready to head over to Cal's for a swim. Why don't you come over when you're done."
"I might do that. Is it all right if Carl comes?" Henry asked.
"Sure, Cal won't mind."
"Okay, we'll see you in a bit then," he said as the guys took off.
When they were alone Sandy spoke to them both. "I'm glad you called me Henry. This is a serious matter. Carl, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You were tricked. You should have come to me right away, but I guess I understand how you felt. The important part is I know about it now and I'm going to take care of it. I need you both to keep quiet about this until I figure out what I'm going to do. That means you can't talk to anybody about it. Understand?"
Both boys nodded.
"I'm going to work on this right away and I'll let you both know what's going to happen."
"Thanks Sandy," said Henry. "I knew you'd help."
"Yeah, thanks," added Carl. "I feel better thinking that they're not gonna get away with it."
After Sandy left Henry turned to his buddy and asked, "Are you mad at me for calling him?"
"Well, I was, but I guess I can forgive you. You were right. He did believe me."
"Okay. Good. Now you can answer question number 2."
Carl looked confused until he remembered what was said earlier. "What's question number 2?"
"When are you gonna use me as a bottom?"
"Uhmm, well, I'd really like to but I don't want to mess up being friends. Do you understand?" stammered Carl.
"I guarantee it won't affect our friendship if you fuck me," Henry asked bluntly. "We have time before we go over to the Brewer's."
"Yes," answered Carl blushing profusely.
"Then let's go," said Henry as he took his friends hand and led him to his bedroom.
Sandy went home and decided he had to inform Jason about this event. A bottom blackmailing a client could not go unpunished.
Jason listened to the whole story and was just as shocked as Sandy was. He agreed they had to take action right away and laid out his ideas.
"As I see we have one big problem. It's Carl's word against Carter and Tom's." said Jason.
"That's true," said Sandy but I believe Carl over Carter. Carter is an operator and he set Carl up."
"I'm with you, but we have to prove it. Carter won't confess. He'll stick to his story. But Tom may be our key. When's the next time you'll have all the bottoms together?"
"There's a bottom's meeting this Friday."
"Good," said Jason. "I know Carter's dad a little so let me have a talk with him. Don't do anything till I get back with you."
"You got it!" said Sandy. "I'll sit tight till I hear from you."
After hanging up the phone Sandy thought about the situation. He didn't like asking Jason for help, but he couldn't screw this up. Maybe he could keep it just between he and Jason. He didn't want the whole Council involved. He didn't want anybody to think Sandy Jacobs can't handle his job.
Scooter Hagen and Rory Mackey had a unique status in the kid's community. Word had come down that they were to be considered non-Mackeys for the moment. Scooter's dad had a reputation that made some on the Sr. Council question whether or not his son should be allowed into the brotherhood and Rory's mom was an outsider. No one knew if she would support the Mackey traditions. So until these questions were answered the boys were to be treated as outsiders and were not privy to any Mackey secrets.
The school year had just begun but Rory felt right at home here. He was so glad his mom had agreed to move to Indian Spring. He had finished his lunch and was walking across the playground to join Chase who was hanging out by the back wall. He sat down next to his friend and said, "How's it going. Did you have a decent morning?"
"I did. I didn't get yelled at, got no detentions and so far no homework. That's a good morning." Both boys laughed at the comment.
"Here comes Scooter," said Rory looking across the playground. As they watched him approach a kid came up beside him and slammed Scooters shoulder hard. Chase recognized the boy. It was Sammy, Gordon's little brother.
"Hey watch where you're going," Sammy said loudly. "Didn't you mama ever teach you any manners?"
"Sorry," answered Scooter, "But, you ran into me."
"Oh, so now it's my fault. You outsiders think you can just move in here and shove people around? Well that ain't gonna happen. You need to learn some manners," said Sammy as he pushed Scooter's shoulder.
Scooter realized this kid was trying to pick a fight. He didn't want to get in trouble but his Daddy had told him never to back down from bullies so he fired back, "I think you're the one who needs to learn some manners and if you don't back off I'm gonna give you your first lesson."
Rory started walking toward the arguing boys and Chase followed.
Sammy stared at his opponent for a moment and then threw a wild punch that glanced off Scooter's chin. Then, as if it had been planned, Sammy's cousin Merrick came at Scooter from the side and landed a solid punch to his temple. Rory decided to even the odds and joined in the fray. He pulled Merrick backward and spun him around. The startled boy shouted at him, "Oh, you want some too!" as he threw a punch at Rory's head.
Rory's fighting skills instinctively kicked in and he had no trouble ducking the punch. As he came back up he planted 2 sharp jabs in Merrick's gut leaving the boy doubled over and gasping for breath. He looked over at Sammy and Scooter and decided to let them settle it on their own. In just a few seconds the Vice-Principal and a teacher showed up and the fight was over. All 4 of the combatants were led away to the office.
Chase looked over the kids who remained on the playground and realized they were split into 2 groups. All the Mackeys were on one side and the non-Mackey town kids on the other. He was standing with the non-Mackeys and he knew that wasn't right. But Scooter was his friend and they were wrong to treat him like that. He stayed where he was.
Sandy had come over as soon as Jason called. He was anxious to learn how they would deal with Carter. The 2 boys sat at the kitchen table and Jason told Sandy all the details of his conversation with Carter's dad.
"I was glad the kids weren't home when I went over because as soon as I told him what happened he blew up big time. If those boys had been home he would have taken his strap to them on the spot. I'm not sure if he was mad or embarrassed but he was upset. He agreed that Carter was probably guilty and he offered to get the truth out of him if we wanted. I told him we'd like to handle it ourselves and he was fine with that."
"So what are we gonna do?" asked Sandy.
"Here's the plan. Mr. Mackey is going to tell Carter to bring Tom with him to the meeting because he's going out and he doesn't want him left alone. You'll run your regular meeting until near the end. Then I want you to have one of your guys take over and you take Carter into my office and tell him what we know. Once you guys are in the office I'll take Tom aside and grill him. I think Carter will stick to his guns and lie through his teeth, but I think I can break Tom. I'm pretty good at intimidating little kids," he said with a laugh. "Once I get the truth out of Tom we'll come join you in the office and let Carter know he's busted."
"Sounds like a good plan to me."
"Then to wrap this whole thing up you'll administer their punishment," said Jason.
"Me!" said Sandy.
"Well Carter's your bottom so I thought you'd want to take care of it. If you don't think you can do it I will," offered Jason.
"Oh no," said Sandy. "I'll do it. It's just that I never whipped a kid before. And what about Tom. He's not a bottom."
"Vinny Mackey wants them both punished. Tom was part of the scam so he's gonna pay the price too. We have his permission to deal with them both. You need the practice anyway."
"Why?"
"Well, giving licks at the Choosing was your idea. The Council made me responsible for making sure there is no abuse and they are given out fairly so I'm putting you in charge of that. Think of this as practice," said Jason with a smile.
Sandy knew he was stuck with this task. He shook his head and smiled back at Jason. He didn't really feel bad about the boy's punishment. They both deserved it. It was just that he didn't think he'd be the guy giving it. "How about if I use our new paddle instead of a strap. That would give me real practice."
"That's fine with me," answered Jason. "The only stipulation Vinny Mackey put on the deal was that they had better come home with real sore asses or he would finish the job. You gotta make sure they feel it."
"I can handle it," said Sandy seriously.
"Okay then. I'll see you Friday."
As Sandy walked home thoughts of the upcoming meeting swirled around in his head. In his job as bottom rep he had to deal with fear, anger, grudges, egos and shame. Now he could add spanking to that list. He was going to publicly administer a whipping to 2 boys. He pictured himself with a black hood like the old pictures of the executioner. The fact that he believed they deserved it helped, but the idea of intentionally inflicting pain on someone felt strange. He thought of the old joke where the parent says, "This hurts me more than it hurts you," and he laughed. Now he understood what they meant. He did want some help planning and carrying out this thing and he could only think of one person he could share his feelings with. He was going to look up Kevin.
Sandy had found Kevin at Connor's place. When Sandy said he needed help with something his friend immediately agreed before he even knew what he was needed for. He did laugh when he was told what was going on. Kevin suggested they visit the Clubhouse and plan the event and Sandy agreed.
As they looked around the room Kevin asked, "Where are you going to do it?"
"Uhmm, I think I want them in the front of the room so everybody at the meeting can see."
They walked to the front of the room and looked around.
"This will be good. There's plenty of room and everybody will see them," said Sandy.
"What are you gonna bend them over?" asked Kevin. "Or are you just gonna have them touch their toes or something?"
"I hadn't thought about that yet. I think we need something."
"I've got an idea," said Kevin. "Come on out back a minute."
They went outside behind the Clubhouse and Kevin showed Sandy a sawhorse that had been left there.
After looking it over and brushing some dirt off Sandy agreed it was perfect; "I need to get some kind of pad to put over it," he commented.
"I know just the thing," said Kevin. "Let's take this in and I'll show you."
They set the sawhorse in a corner where it wouldn't draw attention and Kevin went over to the closet. He pulled down an old quilt from the top shelf. "I slept here once and I found this. It's nice and thick so nobody will get any splinters."
Sandy agreed it would be perfect and they put it with the sawhorse. Then he filled Kevin in on the rest of the plan. Kevin suggested he move the horse and the pad to the front once Sandy and Jason had the culprits out of the main room. Cal Brewer had been recruited to take over the meeting while Sandy questioned Carter and Kevin would also assist him.
Sandy felt better. He had a plan in place and he was ready to carry out his duty.
Jason got to the Clubhouse 2 hours before the bottoms meeting. He brought with him the soon to be christened paddle wrapped in a brown paper bag. He went to his office, dropped the bag on top of the filing cabinet and looked over his desktop. Since Sandy and Carter would be in here he wanted it to look professional. Satisfied with the appearance of things he sat down and waited.
Sandy and Kevin arrived about an hour later.
"Hey little bro. I didn't expect to see you here," Jason remarked.
"I invited him," said Sandy. "He knows what's going on and he going to assist me. I want to get this done without any problems."
"Fine with me," said Jason. "The paddle is in that bag on top of the file cabinet. You might want to put it somewhere handy."
Sandy thanked him and then explained Kevin's role. As they talked Judge and Cal arrived. Judge was carrying a foil-covered baking dish so the boys decided to investigate.
"My Mom baked us an apple cake. Want some?" Judge offered.
"It is excellent," added Cal. "I already had a piece."
As the group sampled the cake more boys arrived. Finney and Gordon came together followed by Trevor Havers and Bert. Henry Mackey came next and finally Carter, accompanied by his 11-year-old brother Tom. Carter pulled Sandy aside and explained that his dad made him bring Tom because he had to go out. Sandy assured him it was fine.
As the boys attacked the cake Judge brought, Jason pulled Sandy off to the side. "Do you care if I open this meeting?" he asked.
"Be my guest," replied Sandy who was surprised at the request.
"I'm here anyway so I thought I might contribute something to your work. I'll thank the guys and let them know how important their roles are. Everybody likes to know their appreciated."
"Sounds great, you can start whenever you're ready."
Jason moved down front to the big table and called to everyone to join him. Everyone gathered around and found a chair except for Tom. He wandered back to the game area to find something to play.
"I want to thank everyone for the great job you are doing. I know the summer is a busy time and can test your patience quite a bit but you guys got through it. The role of the community bottoms in the Mackey Brotherhood is more important than most of you probably realize. The comments I hear from Mr. Jacobs here, and from others, tell me that you guys are doing an awesome job, so I want you to join me and give yourselves a big hand. You deserve it." Jason started clapping and everyone joined in. "I'm going to turn this over to Sandy now," said Jason as the applause quieted.
Sandy took over the meeting and went over log books and comments he had heard and added his thanks to Jason's. They discussed how different it was now that school had started and how busy the weekends were. Judge brought up the upcoming holidays and asked if they had to work on Thanksgiving and Christmas Day. This led to a lively discussion which got Sandy's interest. He sensed an opportunity for improvement here but he needed time to think about it so he ended the discussion. He assured them that he would look into the matter. It was time to turn things over to Kevin now.
Kevin was an excellent public speaker. When he stood up front and announced that he wanted to talk about lube he instantly got everyone's attention. Talking to bottoms about lube seemed really stupid but since it was coming from Kevin they were all curious. As the former bottom started his talk Sandy caught Carters eye and motioned for him to follow. The 2 boys went to Jason's office and Sandy closed the door.
Jason, who was standing at the back of the room, saw the office door close and went over to Tom. Placing his hands on the younger boys shoulders he said, "We need to have a talk young man."
"Okay," replied Tom.
"Let's go out in the lobby."
Jason led the way and took a seat. He pointed to the chair in front of him and Tom sat in it. The boys were facing one another and Jason's serious expression made the younger boy nervous. After a moment of staring at one another Jason spoke.
"I don't want you to say anything yet. Just listen. A very serious accusation has been made against you and Carter. Serious enough to be brought before the Council. Carl Mackey says that you and Carter blackmailed him to give you blow jobs." Jason saw Tom instantly turn pale. The boy started to deny the accusation but Jason held up his finger and reminded him, "Don't talk. Just listen." He could tell the kid was ready to crack so he tightened the screws a little more.
"Now if this goes before the full Council, your brother will probably be bottomed till he's 15. Since you're only 11 they won't bottom you, but Carl will probably get ownership of your mouth. That means he can demand a blow job whenever and wherever he wants. He'll be able to bring friends too. Since your Choosing is coming up next year, you'll be starting with a couple of extra checkmarks too. If they take your brother's bottom votes away you'll be in real trouble." Now Jason had never heard of anybody losing their bottom votes, but he thought it sounded good. Tom now had tears welling up in his eyes so Jason decided it was time to make his offer.
"Now if you don't want this to go to the Council we can settle it right here. I'll give you one chance to tell me truthfully what happened. If you do that you're still going to be punished but it will be handled here by Sandy and it won't have anything to do with your Choosing. With that in mind, do you want to tell me what happened?"
Tom, who was now sobbing, told Jason the whole story. He named his brother as the brains behind the scheme, but he confessed that he was the phony witness. He swore he'd never do it again and pleaded to be let off easy.
"We can't just let something like this go Tom," said Jason. "I told you what the Council might do. Your dad wanted to take his strap to you both."
"My dad knows!" interrupted Tom.
"Yes. He knows all about it. He agreed that if you accept your punishment here, he'll stay out of it, but, if I tell him you refused your punishment he'll be waiting for you both when you get home. It's your choice."
"What are you going to do to us?" the sobbing boy asked.
"You're going to get the whipping you deserve. It's your choice. Do you want it from Sandy or do you want it from your dad? Oh, and you're going to be giving some blow jobs too, but I'll let Sandy tell you about that."
Tom was totally crushed. He was caught and there was no way out. He figured anything was better than a strapping from his dad so he agreed to accept Jason's offer. "I'll take the whipping from Sandy," he mumbled.
"Smart choice," said Jason. Let's go back and join the others." He knew the kid was really scared and he didn't want to give him an opportunity to bolt out the door so he took him by the arm and they walked back to his office. He knocked on the door before entering and he actually enjoyed the look on Carter's face when he saw his teary-eyed little brother. He knew he was busted.
Carter crumbled when he learned that Tom had confessed and told them everything. He never thought Carl would tell anyone. Now he was caught in a bald-faced lie. He was screwed and he knew it. When you're a bottom it's not smart to lie to the bottom rep. And the Jr. Council President. He listened to Jason's offer and accepted. Getting whipped here was better than what his dad would give them and then he might have to face the Council on top of that.
"Let's get this over with," said Jason as he escorted the 2 culprits out of the office and took them to the front of the room where Kevin was still speaking. Sandy followed. "It's your show now Jacobs," he whispered.
"Gee, thanks," replied Sandy sarcastically. Jason smiled at him and headed to the back of the room to observe.
Kevin had the group laughing at his stories but they quieted down when the brothers arrived. Tom was fighting back sobs and Carter looked like he just lost his best friend. Sandy took over the floor and announced "We have a final piece of business before we end this meeting and it's not a pleasant one. I spend a lot of time preaching about respect for the bottoms. I tell all the kids in this town that I will not put up with anyone showing disrespect toward you guys and I mean it. I want you guys to be looked up to. Carter and Tom here have made that harder for me to do by hatching a little scheme to blackmail a kid so they could get a blowjob. The bottoms are a tight knit group and when somebody does something wrong like this it makes us all look bad. We're not here to try them. They've already admitted they did it. Now they're going to pay for it."
As Sandy talked Kevin brought out the sawhorse and set it in the middle of the floor. Then he took the quilt and covered it. Sandy looked over the faces of the boys. They all looked deeply concerned over what was going on. Sandy walked over to the shelf where he had put the paper bag containing the paddle. When he pulled it out everyone suddenly understood what they were going to witness. The paddle was about 15 inches long and only ¼ of an inch thick but apparently it was very intimidating to the boys watching. The room was dead silent as Sandy moved over to the sawhorse and summoned Tom.
The 11-year-old walked slowly over to Sandy and stood before him. "Drop your pants and bend over," Sandy ordered. Tom pulled his pants down to his knees and lay over the horse. Kevin, who was standing by to assist, knelt down and told the boy to hold onto the crossbar.
Sandy took up a position just to the side of the younger boy's hips. He gripped the paddle firmly with one hand and delivered the first swat. It made a loud THAWCK as it struck the boys butt. Tom let out a gasp and moaned. Sandy decide that wasn't hard enough so he increased the force a bit for licks 2 and 3. On the fourth lick the boy let out a loud "Ahhhhhh." Sandy paused for a second between each swat. He aimed for a different spot each time and at number 8 Tom kicked his legs straight back and yelled loudly, "Yeoww, I'm sorry." Licks 10 and 11 made the boy jerk his body and yelp and when number 12 struck he started to get up from the horse. Sandy quickly put his hand firmly on the boys back to hold him in place and delivered 3 more rapid licks which made the kid tense his entire body and yell before he fell limp. Sandy decided that was enough.
"Okay Tom, you're done," he said. The boy rose slowly from the horse and he rubbed his rear with both hands. His face was red and his nose was running. Sandy pointed to his left and said, "Stand over there." Then he called Carter over. As the next victim slowly approached Sandy glanced at the observers. If this had been at the Choosing he would probably have gotten cheers and applause with each lick. His group, however, all sat quietly with somber expressions. They almost looked scared. The only exception was Henry Mackey who had a look of satisfaction. To him, this was well deserved for what they had done to his friend Carl.
Carter, having watched his brother, didn't wait to be told what to do. He pulled his pants down, lay over the horse and gripped the crossbar. Sandy, now more comfortable with his role, wasted no time and delivered 20 swats to Carter's ass. He was the mastermind behind the scheme so he paid a higher price. Carter rose up on his toes with each lick and was yelping and wiggling by the time it was finished. When he rose from the horse Sandy had him stand next to Tom and addressed the boys in the audience.
"I know that wasn't fun to watch but it was necessary. They both deserved it. They disgraced the bottoms and they paid the price. What happened here tonight should stay in this room. There is no reason to talk about this outside. This was bottom's business taken care of by bottoms. Everybody understand?"
Heads nodded as Sandy looked over the group. Carter was relieved to know this wouldn't be common knowledge around town.
"Tonight these guys paid for what they did to Carl. At the next meeting they'll pay for what they did to the bottom's reputation. Carter will be giving a blow job to any of you that want one. Right Carter?" he asked turning toward the red-faced boy. Carter nodded. "I'd like any of you who have little brothers or cousins, bring them along and Tom will take care of them." Tom hung his head and stared at the floor. "That's it for tonight. Let's go home."
The group slowly started to gather up their belongings. Sandy was not surprised that Judge immediately went over to Carter and Tom and asked if they were okay. Judge was a very compassionate kid. Sandy was happy to see Carter manage a half-smile and answered, "Yeah, I just have a really sore ass." Mission accomplished thought Sandy.
When all the boys were gone Kevin and Sandy straightened up and locked the doors. "That was the weirdest meeting I ever ran," Sandy said to Kevin.
"Hey, you did what had to be done and you did a good job of it."
"You think so?"
"Trust me. I have lots of brothers and I've seen lots of whippings. You did good. Now let's go home. I'm kind of horny from watching that."
Sandy laughed and the two friends headed for home.
Carter was hanging out in his yard when Sandy rode up on his bike.
"What did I do now?" Carter asked.
"Nothing, I just came by to make sure you were okay."
Carter was surprised. He expected some teasing or sarcasm from the guy who had beat his ass, but he felt sincere concern.
"Yeah, I'm okay. I hated your guts last night but I got over it."
"How about Tom. Is he handling it?"
"I think so. He's not talking to me a lot cause he blames me for getting him in trouble."
"I guess I can understand that. You guys will work it out. He's your brother."
"So," Carter summoned up his nerve to ask, "Do you hate me now?"
"No! Not at all," replied Sandy. He was surprised at the question. "You fucked up and you paid for it. It's old business now as long as you don't try any crap like that again."
"Thanks," said Carter. "I hope the guys will think like you."
"I recommend you ask them at the next meeting. Give them their blow job and then talk to them. Admit you screwed up and let them know you're sorry. They're a good bunch of guys. You'll see."
"I hope so."
"Now," said Sandy. "I gotta ask you a favor. Can we go in the shed for a minute?"
"Sure, I guess," replied Carter wondering what Sandy wanted.
Once they were in the shed Sandy said, "I need to see your ass. Would you mind dropping you pants for a minute?"
"I drop my pants for anybody that asks," joked Carter as he turned and unbuckled and pushed his jeans down.
"I just wanted to make sure I didn't do any damage," explained Sandy as he looked over the exposed rear. Carter did have a nice ass. There was no sign of any bruising which was his concern since he might have to whip some butts again at the Choosing.
"Thanks Carter. I gotta run now but I'll see you around."
Carter waved goodbye as his visitor rode away. He was glad to hear Sandy didn't hate him. Now he just had to deal with the other bottoms. He didn't like being the odd man out. He really did want to be liked again.