Date: Wed, 5 Apr 2023 13:43:59 -0500 From: Michael Perry <1mikeperry@gmail.com> Subject: Alan's Beach Chapter 12 Written by Sarge AKA Aldric , Charles Well and David Warning: This story is a sexual fantasy about young teen and preteen boys having sex. It was written by adults for the entertainment of other adults. The people, places and events detailed here are made up. The authors would never wish to see the events in this tale happen to anyone in real life. Chapter 12 – MAC Day Continues The Secret Passage Andy wondered if it was pure luck, or something about karma. He found a hidden door. The rats had scared him, and in the process of jumping away from them he ended up falling on his ass against one of the wall mounted wine racks. The fall had caused the wall behind the rack to move an inch. And from that, he was able to open it all the way. But the opening in front of him was very much unlike the wine cellar he'd already explored. First off, it didn't have real walls, just bare rock. And second, it was pitch dark inside. He had the lantern, but if it went out or he dropped and broke it, he'd be left in the dark, and that thought didn't appeal to him. He'd already had one encounter with the rats, in the lighted basement. Then he remembered the old electric panel and the four switches. The fourth switch hadn't done anything when he'd moved it. He wondered. He went back to the panel and turned it again, then returned to the hidden door. Before he even arrived, he saw that a string of lights hanging from hooks in the ceiling cast some dim light. Several of the old-looking bulbs had burned out, and all were covered in dust, thus reducing the amount of light they gave off. Obviously, this area did not have anyone entering and maintaining it like those in the wine cellar. As he looked, one bulb flickered five times, grew very dim, and then went out completely with a popping sound. He stepped just inside the hidden door. The passage was narrow, about six feet wide. It went straight for about twice that distance and then turned to the right. He had to make up his mind. He had the lantern. For now, at least, the passageway was lighted, He was missing MAC Day. He very much needed the money he expected to receive, and was already so late that anything could happen. But maybe the secret passage led to an exit. If so, and if he could explain to the MC how Colton had kidnapped him, then maybe he could salvage something from this disaster. With the lantern held so that he wouldn't drop it if surprised by another bunch of rats, he entered the cave-like passage. The Show Continues MC, Tristan Mackey, listened to the cheers after Carter Boyd had finished his performance with the biggest dildo in the training box. He never grimaced or showed anything other than a cheeky smile as he proved that he was ready for any boys who came calling. And he had certainly given the audience a spectacular demonstration of his possible charms. Even the youngest boys had stopped exhibiting themselves, and each of them were transfixed on the doings of the eldest son of Alan's Beach's welder. Tristan didn't know Carter personally, but had heard the rumors that he had been cheated by Landon Kelly and needed to finish in first place in his age group. Tristan looked around and saw Landon in the background with his hands over his privates. And the boy looked scared. Again, he'd heard that in order to fix a deal he'd screwed up, he needed to win. But he was nervous about being naked, and clearly put off by the show that his rival was putting on. He slowly worked his way to the back row, where other than Landon, the only kids back here were those who didn't want to become a Tailer, they just wanted the entry fee and any money they could earn on stage. "If I see your hands over your junk one more time before the voting is done, I'll give the 8 votes I hold as MC plus my personal one to Carter," he whispered to Kelly. "Nobody is looking at me anyway," he whined. "What difference does it make right now?" "It makes a nine-vote difference," Tristan responded rudely. "And there are other punishments I can order. You should be thinking about who I call on to fuck you." From the look on Landon's face and the way he quickly moved his hands, Tristan could see the message had been delivered and he moved back to the front of the stage just as Kelly was rising off his training box and getting a thunderous cheer. In four years of coming here, he couldn't remember any boy getting a more enthusiastic response. Tristan saw Blake Mackey signaling him and headed off the stage. Blake was on the Boys Council and would have information about Andy Dunn. "We're treating Andy as a no-show, but until we find him and learn why he isn't here we are not doing anything else. However, instruct the boys not to vote for him. Those who had deals will want to know their status – they are free to break any deal and vote for others. We don't know what will happen if they keep their deal in place." "Thanks, I'll get that message out to the audience right now," Tristan said. He hurried back to the stage. "Okay fans, you've seen some of our boys trying their best to win your vote." He paused to form what he had to say next. "We don't know what happened to our missing contestant, Andy Dunn, but the BC has decided that no one should vote for him. Some of you have deals for votes. You are now free to break those deals and get anything you can. If you wish to keep what you agreed to in place, the BC does not yet know what the outcome will be. You do so at your own risk." Boos and yells came from sections of the audience. "I know, not what you wanted to hear, but until Andy shows up, that is how this will work. What happens later will be determined once the BC learns why he wasn't here." Again, he paused, allowing some boys in the audience a chance to vent their frustration. Then he continued. "This next part of the show is the absolute favorite part for some lucky guys. MAC Day contestants, if you made deals for votes, or for kids not to vote for you, come forward now and honor those deals." Tristan turned to the kid he had just spoken to. "Landon, come forward please." A large cheer went up when the rich kid stepped forward, facing the audience while fully naked. "Can I call a couple of boys up here?" he asked Tristan. "Yeah, the more the merrier. It's time to honor deals. If you made any, then go ahead and get them done." Tristan already knew the kid had. He could smell the fear on him. Normally he'd have two or three of the boys honoring their deals at the same time in order to keep things moving forward. But Landon was a rich bully, and he wanted the kid to do this with the attention of everyone here directed at him. Landon froze for a few seconds. How could he do what he had to? It would change everything about him. He wouldn't be able to dominate poor kids in the future. And his peers, those who were eagerly waiting for the voting to begin, already had their deals. Tristan saw the hesitation, but needed to keep things moving. "So, Landon, why don't you explain your deals?" Landon Kelly knew he had no choice and stepped forward to the front of the stage and spoke. "Will Jackson Flynn and Duane Mackey come up please?" The two boys were sitting in the front row. He knew they'd been eagerly waiting for this moment. They ran to get out in front. "You two will flip a coin. I'm calling heads. If it is heads, my cousin will fuck me now, and he will be granted the right to my ass three times a week for two years. And that won't count against my total. Jackson will then get a blowjob from me, and he will have the right to three more per week for two years, again, ones that don't count against the limits. If it comes up tails, they will be reversed." Landon felt like vomiting. His dumb cousin – a boy whose father made less than ten percent of what Kelly Lumber brought to his dad. And Jackson, Shane's eleven-year-old brother. Poorer yet. To be fucked publicly by either of them was beyond acceptable. Yet he had to do it. Duane pulled out a coin and handed it to Tristan. "Just to make sure the flip is real," he said. Tristan shrugged and tossed it spinning in the air. He caught it and slapped it down on the top of his left hand. "Tails," he announced. The audience cheered enthusiastically. Either heads or tails was just fine as far as they were concerned. It was the show that mattered. Jackson felt like this was the pivotal moment of his life. A poor farm boy, he didn't even have a coin to bring for the show. But he was going to fuck a rich kid. A boy two years older than him. It might be the last one. He'd already gotten a promise of a payment of $250 for each time he could use Landon's ass but didn't. That would be twenty-six thousand dollars. He'd like to fuck the teen often, but his family needed the money. There were several tins of lubricant available on the stage. As Jackson stripped, Landon prepared himself. Not that he needed it now, the kid was only eleven. But this was not the only public fuck he was going to get today. "Fuck him hard," someone shouted. For one of the few times, the very rich, the middle, and the poorer boys of Alan's Beach were in agreement. It was always fun to watch a younger boy poke an older one. To have a poor one do it to a rich kid was a sight almost never seen at MAC Day. Landon had seen the kid's dick before. He'd practiced giving blowjobs to Jackson before he started practicing on Shane. At no more than three-quarters of an inch thick and three and a half long, he'd barely feel it. But knowing it was in him, and rivals of his were watching it happen, was going to be the low point of his life. And it was his job to grease the kid up. Worse yet, Shane had made him promise to give a full hand job to whoever won the flip, and then get them hard again for the fuck. The cheering got louder and louder as everyone watched him jack off the boy, who shouted out his dry cum so that everyone knew it happened. For Jackson, Landon's soft hands, covered in lubricant, felt wonderful, and it only took a minute before he was rock hard again. And eager to plant his flag. Tears began to fall from Landon's eyes as the young boy rammed his dick in, yelling out how good it felt. As his brother had taught him, he began to carefully rock back and forth, making sure his short staff didn't come out. He managed to have two more almost dry cums without Landon even being aware of them before he pulled out. Jackson was barely off of him when Duane approached. A smile spread across his cousin's face. He was sure the boy was thinking of the times he'd been the one doing the sucking and was clearly looking forward to a couple of years of payback. "Do it," he muttered. "Let's see how good you are." Although just a year younger than Landon, the kid was not much bigger than Jackson Flynn had been. But with low-hanging balls and a small patch of hair, Landon knew he'd soon be tasting his cousin's cum. Using the skills he'd been forced by Shane to learn, he went to work on the preteen's four incher. Sliding his tongue forward, he gradually took all of it into his mouth. Using his tongue to draw small circles around the tip, he felt Duane shudder. He plunged down again. This time he felt Duane's legs tighten. A moment later, runny liquid coated the back of this throat. He quickly swallowed as more was added. After several bursts, he opened his lips and allowed the rapidly softening dick to fall, dragging a bit of slime along his mouth and lower lip. Cum had the consistency of honey, but a rusty flavor. Not one he enjoyed at all, but he'd experienced this taste a lot recently at his dildo trainer's insistence. And as an Alan's Beach Tailer, well... His life was forever ruined. He knew that this action had just committed him to the plan. Shane had worked hard to get kids to vote for him. He would now be treating Duane to the same thing, three times a week, for two fucking years! And unless he paid a huge amount of money to Shane's little brother, Jackson would be fucking him three times a week for those same two years. As well as probably every boy in Alan's Beach. With only three boys in his age group, he was going to become a Tailer in the next few hours. "Good job Landon," Tristan said as the boy wobbled back from the front center. "If any of the rest of you have a deal that has to be honored, step forward." Billy O'Brien, Sam McGill, Curly Flynn, and Levi all slowly made their way to the front stage area. "If you have someone to call, do it now," Tristan instructed when they all stood quietly. Billy O'Brien called on Kyle Boyle and Jim O'Brien. As they approached, Sam called out to Adam and Leo Jones, while Levi called his cousin, Mason. Lastly, Curly called Rock McGill. Each of the boys except for Mason McGill knew exactly why they were there. Mason knew he was to fuck his cousin. However, he also thought he'd be first to fuck him after he became a Tailer. If so, he knew it wouldn't be a problem, he'd be up for two fucks today. The other five boys began to strip off their lower clothing. Kyle and Jim had been looking forward to this for days now, but faced with the reality of exposing themselves to all the kids in Alan's Beach, they hesitated. Rock had no problem undressing; he'd been here before. Adam had previously signed up for MAC Day, and also stripped without concern. He also made sure that his brother, Leo, didn't hesitate. Tristan stepped over to Billy. "You called upon your cousin and Kyle Boyle. Tell the audience why." Billy felt like he could faint at any moment. He was naked, about to be fucked, on stage in front of hundreds of other boys. And now he was called upon to speak. "Uh, I made a ..." "Louder. They need to hear you in the back rows." His legs were shaking as Billy tried again. "I made a deal with Mitch Boyle to not get any votes. Part of it was that I would call on his brother and Jim to, uh, fuck me." Loud laughter broke out. "But they are still wearing clothing," Tristan said, loud enough to be heard half a mile away. "How are they going to do that?" "Uh, I don't know." For Billy, everything was bad enough without the MC making it worse. "Well, they can't waste time. Order them to strip. Get them completely naked. Tell them to hurry. Or I'll say the deal was done." "Uh, guys, you heard Tristan," Billy mumbled. "No, I told you to order them. And again, speak up so that everyone can hear you." "Kyle, Jim, get naked, right now. And hurry." Fearing that Tristan might take away their chance to fuck Billy, they both began to strip. "As you can see, Billy is really eager to get fucked," Tristan yelled out to the audience. "He ordered them to hurry up. I think he's looking forward to this. What do you guys think?" Thunderous laughter shook the auditorium and all eyes were on the three twelve-year-old boys on the right center of the stage. Rock, Adam, and Leo were naked from the waist down and reaching for containers of Vaseline. "Am I to fuck you now?" Mason asked Levi. Levi was pissed that his cousin was making him say it. It was bad enough he'd had to call him up here for it. "Yes. You too. Like Tristan made those guys do – get completely naked." It was the only angry response he was able to make without the threat of a punishment from the MC. It was embarrassing, but Mason was looking forward to it, so he quickly removed his clothing. He looked to the side as he grabbed a jar of the lubricant and saw that Rock McGill was just about to impale Curly. His dick looked huge compared to his own. Then he noticed something very odd – Curly, on his hands and knees, had a smile on his face. The audience wouldn't be able to see it, but he could. "Quit ogling," Tristan demanded from behind him. "You've got a job to do. Get it done." Tristan Mackey, the MC, had also noticed the smile. His years of experience had only one other memory of it. Cory Mackey, two years ago. A friend of his who he knew was gay. He also knew not to point it out, and to keep others from becoming aware of it as much as possible. It was the part of the show that the audience liked the most. Yeah, the tailers all got fucked at the end, but these were kids who were doing their best to not get votes. And sometimes, it backfired on them. Billy O'Brien had 12-year-old Kyle driving into him as Jim stood mere inches away from his face, cheering his friend on. Next to them, Sam was feeling horrible as Leo Jones was loudly enjoying his first experience at fucking. It was made better by knowing the boy he had shoved his dick into was in most of his classes at school. His older brother Adam was impatiently waiting for his turn. Mason was just making his initial penetration into his cousin's ass, while Rock was riding a bucking Curly, driving his five inches of sensitive flesh as deep as he could before he began the actual fucking. "Aaayeee!" Leo yelled as he shot, making sure all his friends knew how much he enjoyed the fine ass of a classmate. For Sam McGill, the worst was yet to come. He'd been trained by Leo and Adam using all five of the wooden pegs in the training kit, but now it was the dick of a boy two years his senior. Adam had not fucked him up until then. He knew the older boy's dick was actually a little smaller than the biggest dildo in the training box, but somehow, having the real thing was going to be far worse. "Remember our deal," Adam said as he aimed his erection at the still-tight hole his brother had hardly stretched. Dragging the thick head down Sam's crack, spreading the cheeks apart until it lodged in the divot against the hot opening. "Today is only the beginning. I'll be doing this every week for the next six weeks. Blowjobs too. Me and Leo. Only, we may give one or two of our turns to friends." Without waiting for a response from Sam, he slowly drove forward. As the tight sphincter tried to resist, he paused, slapping Sam's right butt cheek firmly. "Do it like we taught you in training. Let me in, or I'll just force my way through." Sam knew his friends were watching. He guessed they hoped he'd be made a Tailer so they could do this too. But it was Adam's job to ensure that didn't happen. He swallowed the objection to the sharp slap and pushed back, allowing entry to the older Jones' brother. He was relieved that the boy at least pushed slowly inside, allowing him time to adjust to the feeling and the pain. He noted dispassionately that, despite how firm the cock now filling his bottom was, it felt different than the dildos, warm and more forgiving. He could actually feel the thick invader throbbing in time with the dominating boy's heartbeat. "This feels great," Adam grunted. "Now we get started." He'd pushed in until his balls were tight against the ass of the twelve-year-old and held his corpulent cock in place for a few seconds, enjoying the wonderful feeling of possessiveness, the warmth and softness wrapped about his throbbing cock like a glove. Then he pulled back a half an inch or so and set up a slow, repetitive motion, pausing when he felt like he was about to cum. During the pauses, he looked around at the other boys who didn't want to become Tailers but were getting fucked anyway. To his left, Kyle Boyle was grunting as he shot his load into the ass of Billy O'Brien. On the other side, Rock McGill was taking his time, pausing as much as he could to keep from shooting too soon. First times were great, but the real pleasure came from experience. Making the fuck last as long as you could, especially with an audience. It was an opportunity to show how much of a stayer he was, compared to some of the other tops. Further to the right, Mason McGill had a huge smile on his face as he pulled a now-limp dick out of Levi's ass. The boy was just eleven years old, but he saw a trail of cum hanging from the tip, a clear signal that he'd managed to leave a deposit inside the ass of his cousin. His own feelings had subsided, so he began fucking Sam again with slow, steady movements. The feeling grew, and he was able to hold them off twice more. It was just him and Rock now, the younger boys had all finished. Knowing the audience's attention was solely on them, he decided it was time to get his rocks unloaded. As he sped up his motion, he heard Rock mumble something to Curly and looked that way. He could see that the same decision had been made by McGill. He pressed forward, and let it happen. His cock flexed and stiffened as he drove deep, pulling a loud grunt from Sam. Five firm bursts, followed by a weak sixth one. As far as he could tell, he and Rock shot at the same time. As Rock and Adam pulled back and stood, each acknowledging the cheers from the audience, Tristan made the decision to get the voting started. No Escape Andy moved slowly into the passage, staying in the middle. It was dead silent, and little clouds of dust rolled across the floor with each step he took. He reached the bend, his mind full of hope that it led to an exit. The string of lights ended at the bend. Holding the lantern high in the air, he went around the corner. It opened unto a small room, where he was aligned with the center of the back wall. There were no windows, no doors, and no ladder up to the surface. He went to the back of the little room, holding the lantern close to the cut-rock walls, hoping to find another hidden door. The corner to his left had nothing and the right-hand side was similarly blocked by solid granite. There was a table against the wall, and one of the legs was bowing out. He held the lantern under it, being careful not to bump against the failing support, but there was nothing behind it except for more solid rock. Anger and frustration overtook him. He had such high hopes of finding a hidden passage to the surface. He kicked the bowed leg, and it snapped. With a loud noise, several stacked dusty objects fell to the ground, swirling dust that rose to his nose and made his eyes water and caused him to sneeze. Once the dust began to settle, he reached down to pick up one of the things he'd kicked to the floor. Its weight surprised him, and he was unable to get his fingers under it at first. He set the lantern down and tried with both hands. No good. Then he saw one on its side. That made it easier to grab. Holding it close, he blew the dust off and wiped it against his shirt. "God, this looks like gold," he said. He'd never seen gold before, but that's what these heavy brick-like things looked like – gold bricks. He'd heard of gold bricks in cartoons and in movies, but he never imagined he'd actually ever hold one. If it is gold, it must have once belonged to old Horace Mackey. Holding the heavy weight in one hand, he picked up the lantern with the other. He counted, determining that there were twenty-seven more on the floor. A flickering light in the entrance way reminded Andy that he could be left in the dark soon. The lights in this place were ancient and couldn't be relied upon. Struggling to hold the one gold-brick he had picked up, plus the lantern, he quickly made his way back towards the wine cellar. Faced with the fact that he was not going to be free until Colton Mackey ensured that his little brother won the first-place prize in the 12-year-old age category, Andy wondered what he should do. He put the gold bar into his backpack and went back to the secret door. Now that he knew how to move it, it was easy to close. He pushed the wine rack tight against it. Returning to the power box, he turned the lights off inside the secret passage and returned to the chair. It was going to be a long wait, but it gave him time to consider what he was going to do once the door in front of him was unlocked. First Voting Round Begins "Thanks to all you fuckers for providing us with such wonderful entertainment," yelled MC Tristan to get the spectators to focus back onto him. The entire audience was momentarily paralysed in fits of laughter at the "fuckers" comment, but the MC guessed it was perfectly appropriate in the circumstances. When the crowd settled somewhat he continued. "The first round of voting is now open. Remember that you can only vote for one boy from each age group and then return your paper to the official ballot box over there." He pointed at the table with the BC officials and the ballot box. "And for those who aren't sure where they want to spend their vote, this is the best time for you to get to know those boys who are just here for the prize money." Horace "Tiny" Mackey gathered the eighteen boys who's votes he controlled. "Look guys, I don't know what happened to Andy Dunn. I do know this. I've talked with his brother and his manager. Sim and Tim are both shocked. They both witnessed his training. I was there for several sessions too, as was my cousin, Seth. He was training to win, and told me why he needed the money. Whatever happened, he didn't chicken out. I'm not sure what the status of the deal we made is. I leave it up to you guys. You can take a chance that he is missing for a reason beyond his control and will honor the agreement, but I can't promise that. Or you can vote for other people." He answered a few questions, and in the end, 4 of the older boys and one of the two boys aged twelve agreed to take their chances and stick with Andy. The others hurried up on stage to see if they could strike their own deals. Scott Mackey had been nearby. He'd been pissed that Tim McCoy had never seriously considered dealing with him, but now that Andy was missing, he was glad he didn't have to give the same speech to his large group. He normally controlled 22 votes, but he'd only managed to secure promises for 12 of them this year. He knew the other 10 were pissed at him for putting his own needs first, but they were smart enough to not complain in public. Now opportunity knocked, and Scott was not one to ever miss that call. He ran up on stage. Sam McGill or Billy O'Brien? Billy had Mitch Boyle protecting him from votes, and he didn't want to piss off a boy two years older than him. Not so much the age, but the reputation. Mitch could be a mean son-of-a-bitch when angry. Sam was protected by Adam Jones, who was also 14, but not as dangerous to have as an opponent. He turned that way. "Leave him alone, he's not looking for votes," Adam said as he stepped in front of Scott. "He's going to get some; you can't stop me from voting. That's the rule. But maybe I can help keep the vote total low. Help you out. Let me discuss it with him." Adam knew the kid was right. He could make threats or offer treats, but he could not physically stop anyone from voting for Sam. He stepped aside, but followed along. "You don't want to become a tailer, do you?" Scott began. Sam nodded and looked at Adam. "I'm sure he made a good deal with you, but just how can he really keep anyone from voting for you? I've got 22 boys who will vote for whoever I tell them to." He didn't mention that all of those votes had already been promised to Ollie Mackey in the 12-year-old category and to the younger brother, Bret, in the lower age group. "What if I promised that none of those votes would go to you? You see, with Andy Dunn as a no-show, a lot of people's plans have been fucked up." Scott couldn't resist giving the kid a sly smirk. Yes, the plans of some guys had been screwed, but not his. But he guessed, correctly, that Sam McGill was feeling pretty vulnerable about now. "What do you want in return?" Sam asked. "Not much. For me, I want unrestricted access to both your ass and mouth for 2 years at a rate of 2 each per week. And only if you do not become a Tailer. In addition, you will give just 10 of my guys each a blowjob and a fuck once a week for 18 months. Now, these are all the same age as you and me, so no huge dicks. Some of them probably don't even shoot yet. Again, this only happens if you don't become a Tailer." One thing Scott didn't know was that Sam didn't trust Adam all that much, so he'd done some checking around. "All but 10 of your boys are committed to votes," he stated flatly. "But I still don't want those ten votes. So how about I promise each of them 10 uses of me. They can divide them between sucks and fucks however they want. Or sell them to their friends. And I'll give you twenty. Same deal. Only if I don't become a Tailer. For that, I might need your help. If I ask for it, the deal is double as long as I don't finish in the top 3." "Hey, that's not fair," Adam declared. "I want some of that for me and Leo." "You have your deal, and we sealed it a few minutes ago when you both fucked me," Sam explained. "What are you going to do to stop him from sending his boys to vote for me?" Adam felt like telling him to fuck off and start generating votes for him. Making him a Tailer would mean he could have access to his mouth and butt for two years. But only if he could get in before Sam met his quota for the day. And the boy would do all he could to make sure that didn't happen. He stepped back and accepted that he was stuck with the deal he had made. Scott knew that Sam wasn't going to get many votes. There was a lot of interest in other kids and very little in him. He decided to cut his losses. Besides there were four kids in line, presumably to vote for Sam. He was sure he could get one more concession from the kid. "I'll agree to that with one minor change. I get to fuck you now, and it doesn't count for any of the twenty you offered." Sam looked at Scott. They were the same age, twelve. Sam was a bit chubby, which might count in his favor. "Deal," he said as he handed a tub of Vaseline to him. Scott turned to the boys in line. "Bob Kelly is around here somewhere. Tell him I said for him to give each of you a blowjob. That's for not voting for Sam here." The four boys ran off. "See? I've helped you already," he said as he began smearing the lubricant onto his tool. "Bend over." Sam looked before turning. The pudginess of Scott's body didn't include his dick. At what he estimated was five inches long, it was big for his age, but was very thin. After being fucked by Adam not long ago, he knew this was going to be emotionally damaging, but not physically harmful. *** As the votes were recorded, the boys at the registry table kept a running tally and used a long stick to hang numbers next to the names. It was immediately clear who were the most popular boys on the stage. For the youngest boys, Shane was in the lead with 18 votes, followed by Levi with 12 and, the biggest surprise, Bret Mackey only had 9. Tristan knew there'd be hell to pay if Bret finished third. His dad expected nothing less than first place. The twelve-year-old group was scattered with Andy missing. Ollie, Bret's brother, held the lead with 20 votes, while Hank had 11 and Billy 8. Sam was without any votes. Then the most interesting race. The votes for them were split between Carter and Landon, with Carter holding a narrow 3 vote lead at 21 to 18. Curly had no votes. In fact, he looked bored and frustrated as he stood there naked with hardly any visitors at all. Knowing that Landon was going to be a Tailer no matter what, kids were voting for him only when they were able to get a deal. And Landon knew he had to win to stop Carter, so he was open for almost any deal offered. Voting Continues As the second round of voting began, Landon knew he needed to make horrific decisions. He needed to finish at the top, but to do that required making deals. Perhaps terrible deals. He watched as the vote tallies were posted. For the youngest group of boys, the race had tightened considerably. Shane was still in the lead with 28 votes, but Levi had 22 and Bret 25. Bret was doing all he could to get more, but he was considered a nice kid, unlike his two older brothers, and that was hurting him now. His dad would kick his ass if he finished anywhere other than in first place. The middle group didn't change much. Ollie still held a commanding lead with 39 votes, but he knew that would hurt him as there was no reason other than deals for the remaining kids to vote for him. In second place was Billy with 18 votes. Hank had 16, and Sam had picked up two votes. The last race was tight. Even after all the deals he'd made, Landon had managed to take the lead over Carter, but only led by a few votes. He had 39 total compared to Carter's 36. Landon knew he'd have to continue to make deals. He'd be paying for this for the next two years. But his father had promised to cut him off from money if Carter was able to meet the terms of the contract he had signed with Steve Lansing, owner of Lansing Timber. If that contract got signed, it would hurt his father's income. To prevent that, and to secure his own future, more horrible deals would be required. The worst one was a twelve-year-old first cousin of his. Luke Mackey. In exchange for a vote, he wanted a blowjob. One now, and five more if he finished in first place. That wasn't the horrible part of it. It was that his cousin was an asshole. He'd brag about this day until on his deathbed. "Get up on your knees," Luke demanded. As Landon dropped to a kneeling position, Luke was unzipping his cut-off jeans. From the way his penis was pushing against the front of his clean white briefs, he could tell his cousin was already half-hard. "Pull them down," Luke ordered. Landon reached out and pulled the jeans down, letting them fall to the ground, and then eased down the waistband of the underpants. As he watched, Luke's penis rose without being touched. Landon leaned forward to take the four incher into his mouth. He dispensed with subtle preliminaries and went straight to the task of imparting intense stimulation to the straining cock. He forced his lips and tongue to aggressively attack the entire length of the shaft, racing up and down time after time. He could sense the coming reaction from Luke, and started concentrating on just the glans, licking and sucking so thoroughly that his younger cousin was practically jumping. "Oh! I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum! Keep going!" Luke's body went totally rigid and he stopped breathing, as his boner pulsed with a killer orgasm. Luke gasped for breath, holding Landon's mouth over his dick. Then to Landon's total surprise, Luke began to get hard again. "Do it again, just like the first time," he ordered, not letting his cousin escape or even argue. Landon hated it. His anger sored, and he had to force himself to not reach out and squeeze the kid's balls. He'd get a punishment for sure for that. What Luke was doing was technically not allowed, but striking him would be a very big mistake. And mistakes were one thing his father had warned him against committing. For a second time, Landon used all the skills he'd learned to get his cousin to cum. Sucking hard, with his tongue rubbing everywhere, he continued for several minutes. His mouth was getting sore, but eventually, he saw Luke react to the intense sensory experience. He then focused on the tip, and a few seconds later Luke shot several rounds of cum down his throat. "That was fantastic. When we do this again, I want you to find a way to make it even better!" This time, Luke removed his hands from Landon's neck. Once his cousin leaned back, he bent over and recovered his briefs and shorts. "I hope like hell you win. I'm going to tell a few more of our cousins to come and experience you. Justin will promise you several more votes if you agree to his terms." Landon wiped a few drops of cum from his lips and looked around. Carter Boyd was being fucked by a boy he knew was fifteen. Several other boys were standing around, watching, and waiting. Landon couldn't let him win. He turned down the next two offers, as they came from a pair of boys who were in high school. He knew that once he was a Tailer, he'd have to take boys that age, but right now, it wasn't worth two votes. Then he saw Justin Mackey approaching. Another first cousin, Justin was the same age as him. A firm build, but slender, their fathers were more than brothers, they worked together on projects that benefitted both of them. Behind him was Jimmy, his brother. Jimmy was a year younger, but with him were three of his schoolmates. "I fuck you now, and get head of the line privileges from you once you are a Tailer," Justin said. "Jimmy gets a blowjob after we're done. You also promise to let him and his three friends either fuck you or get blowjobs at least once a week, even if you have to go beyond the maximum you have to accept. For that, you get all five of our votes." His cousin assumed he had a deal, and removed his pants and started lubing up. His cock was half-hard, and in the process of spreading the Vaseline, he got it fully erect. Landon looked at it. Short, but thick. It was surrounded by a large patch of hair, and his ball sack hung down low, swinging around with the weight of two large ovals inside. "Are you good? Or do you need more lube?" Justin was holding the jar of Vaseline. "You should make sure. Jimmy will do it unless you just want to get started." "Um, a little more," Landon muttered, accepting the deal by saying that. He grunted as the younger cousin roughly smeared more around his hole. Except for the pain as the thick cock pushed through, there was nothing special about the fuck. Justin rode him for several minutes, gently rocking back and forth, until he shot. No yelling, no comments, his cousin simply pulled out when it was done and told his brother to step forward. Jimmy was a younger version of Justin. His cock was shorter, but normal for his age. And like his older brother, it was thick. And for twelve, he had almost as much hair around it as Landon. Also like his brother, there was no elaboration. He shot as soon as he was ready, and then pulled out. The only difference was the size of the smile on his face. Landon watched as the five boys went to the scorer's table. He could only hope that as Mackey's they were honest and voted for him. The vote total would be public, but who voted for whom was never recorded or revealed. As the next hour came to an end, the voting was paused to allow time for an update. Most of the boys had already voted, the next round would only add a few, so for those who did or did not want votes but were in close races, the last voting period would be crucial. For the youngest boys, Shane still held the lead with 42 votes. Levi had caught up a bit and now had 30. Bret Mackey also worked hard for votes, and raised his total to 27. The twelve-year-old group now had a tie for second place. Ollie still held the lead with 57 votes, while Billy and Hank each had 20. Sam had picked up 2, and seemed to be out of danger of being made a Tailer. Then the race that Tristan knew would have the most attention in the final round. Both Carter and Landon had worked hard for votes, and both were rewarded. They were now tied at 47. Even Curly had picked up a few votes, probably due to the number of boys crowding around the other two his age. Final Votes Tristan smiled as the vote tally was posted. There were 137 boys registered to vote, and 99 boys had completed all three of their votes. That left just 114 potential votes outstanding. He had his one, plus the eight he held as MC, which didn't count in the 137 total votes registered. Historically, those eight were used as punishments, and so far, none had been necessary. His personal vote would be cast last. He had one advantage over all the other voters – he would be allowed to see the final standings. This was done to allow him to break ties. If there were no ties, he was prohibited from creating one and was free to vote for anyone he wanted, or not at all. As the last of these votes were turned in, only Tristan's remained. All eyes were on the tally board. Tristan went over to see the results. He planned to vote for Landon, feeling the boy had the best reason for wanting – and needing – to win. But when he looked, Landon had 66 total votes to Carter's 65. He was prohibited from creating a tie with his vote. He hurried over to Curly. "Five blowjobs for my vote," he said. He'd seen the boy smiling as Rock McGill was just about to fuck him. If his belief was correct, he knew the boy would gladly accept. Curly's face flushed as he nodded. No negotiation, he didn't say no, and he didn't need the vote. It was clear to Tristan that the boy was gay. It also seemed clear that Curly knew he'd guessed it. He hurried back to the scorer's table and cast his vote. The final votes were posted quickly. Shane O'Brien had finished first in the youngest group with 55 votes. Bret had made a run at it, finishing second with 46 votes. Tristan knew he'd be visiting Colton to make sure nothing happened to the kid for not finishing first. He also knew that there was little either of them could do to stop Colton Mackey, Senior, from hurting his boy. In last place, was Levi McGill, with 36 total votes. In the 12-year-old age category, Ollie Mackey finished first with 62 votes. Tristan was aware that this group should have been much more competitive, but the no-show of Andy Dunn put paid to that. Hank Boyle had managed to beat out Billy O'Brien for second prize. This shouldn't have been a contest at all since Billy hadn't wanted to become a Tailer. But that was always the risk of signing up for MAC Day. No doubt the sorry looking Billy O'Brien would also be cursing Andy Dunn. Hank had 40 to Billy's 31 votes. Sam McGill had been the luckiest of all, finishing with only 4 total votes to his name. Carter Boyd face showed his reaction as his and Landon's totals were posted. He'd lost by a single vote with 66 verses 65 for Landon. Not only was his dream of owning his own business lost, but he was still obligated to a horrible deal with Landon, in addition to all the other agreements he had made to get the votes he got. Landon Kelly was far from happy however. To beat Carter, he'd made terrible deals. He'd be a Tailer for the next two years on top of all he'd agreed to in order to stop Carter. The last two votes were for Curly Flynn, who ended up with 6 votes. He would still become a Tailer, but Tristan was sure that wasn't going to be a problem for him. To be continued...