Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2023 10:55:21 -0500
From: Michael Perry <1mikeperry@gmail.com>
Subject: Alan's Beach chapter 14

Written by Sarge AKA Aldric <pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com>, Charles Well
<charleswell@tutanota.com> and David <dthorn1970@gmail.com>

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.

Chapter14 – MAC Day Wraps Up Continued

The Frantic Fucks - Bret Mackey

Bret Mackey was not scared. He'd already been fucked by the oldest of the
three boys waiting to do it here on the stage. But he was hopelessly
embarrassed to have it done while kids his age, many of whom he considered
to be friends, watched it happen. A few of those boys had even had the gall
to ask if he would pick them.

But he had no say in the matter. Between his oldest brother, Colton, and
Scott Mackey, deals had been made. Five days ago, he'd been at Scott's
house where a boy just barely under a year older than him had been the
first to fuck him. Then there were contests to determine who else got to do
it. And to determine who would fuck him now during the frantic fucks.

If it had been up to him, he probably would have picked Sim Dunn. They went
to the same school, and had worked together many times on school projects.
Unlike some in his family, Bret had a lot of good friends. He was the
opposite of his brothers. Cute, likeable, and friendly. He could have
picked a dozen kids he'd rather get fucked by since he did have to get
fucked.

But no, that choice was not his. It went to three boys from the kids who
attended South Valley Elementary – the rich kids' school. Not the school
he and his friends attended.

First up would be Min Luong, the boy who was the first to fuck him that day
at Scott Mackey's mansion. Then the boy who won the swimming competition,
Albert `Al' McCoy, another boy who was twelve. And last would thankfully be
a boy his age, Trent O'Brien, one of the few rich Irish kids in Alan's
Beach. Bret wasn't even sure what he'd done to be selected. By the time
Trent had been rewarded with this honor, he'd already been fucked three
times.

Upon being called by the MC, he and all the other boys taking part in the
Frantic Fucks came out and headed for the mini-stage assigned to them. He
saw Colton talking to Tristen Mackey, the MC, as he passed by the front
stage.

Bret's mini stage was in the back, on the opposite side of the hall from
Levi. Once there, the audience was allowed to approach. Bret was dismayed
to see that more kids from his school heading this way than those from
South Valley Elementary. He could only hope they'd be more interested in
Levi than him.

Before climbing the three steps up to the platform, he heard a bit of
feedback from the microphone, and then Tristen speaking.

"I've just been informed that Bret Mackey has made an unusual request. In
addition to the three boys he chose to fuck him in the Frantic Fucks, he
wants to add a fourth. Simon Dunn, please head to the stage in the back."
The statement was greeted with loud cheering.

Sim was already very upset worrying about where his brother, Andy, was. And
then he heard the announcement. He knew Bret hadn't asked for this. He
approached Tristen and said as much.

"This is just a punishment ordered for him by Colton because he didn't
finish in first place. I don't want to be a part of that."

While Tristen was quite sure that Sim was right, he'd checked with the
other BC members and no rule against a boy asking for a fourth fuck
existed. And he was also quite positive that if he asked Bret if he had
made the choice, the boy would have lied and said he had in order to not
earn a worse punishment from his father and brother.

"Look, Sim, I can't make you do it. I understand what you're saying. But if
you turn it down, Colton will pick another boy to take your place. He
assured me that you were probably Bret's best friend. The boy they pick to
replace you might be older. Or would come from South Valley, not from your
school. Are you sure you want to turn it down? I can't force you to
participate, but I think it is in the best interest of Bret if you do. You
can always ask him if he wants you to do it and see what his answer is and
decide then."

Sim wished Andy was here to advise him on what to do. Bret was a good kid
in a family known most for being mean and cruel. He decided that Tristen
was probably right, and very reluctantly made his way towards the stage.

The show had already started as he slowly made his way to the back of the
room.  Min had begun by showing off that he, like Shane, was uncircumcised,
something he knew most boys here had never seen. But then he was all
business. Min squirted a generous amount of the KY jelly straight into
Bret's butt. As he inserted a finger into the hole, Bret pulled himself
higher up onto the rail.

"Hold on, we haven't even started yet," Min said. Wait until I mount you
before you begin to buck." His finger pushed in deeper.

Bret arched his back a bit, lifting his butt a bit but also pushing it back
into Min's finger.  "Damn, this boy wants it bad," Min said with a
laugh. "Give me just a few more seconds to make sure you're good and ready,
and then we can start. He swirled the finger around several times and then
added a second one, expanding the hole slowly. He then added more of the
lubricant to his twitching dick.

Working slowly and listening to the younger boy's breathing, he gradually
penetrated the tight ring, making sure not to hurt him. He knew the kid had
several more fucks to endure. But once inside, he pressed all the way in
and held it there for several seconds before beginning the dance. A half
step back, then forward. Repeat with the other leg. The sounds from the
audience pleased him.

Bret felt the dull, constant pressure of a dick once again. His hole had
opened fairly easily, thanks to the training kit and practice fucks. The
pressure increased as Min's greased dick slid into him. He was aware of the
stretch in his anus as the friction from Min's dick rubbed against it.

Knowing the eleven-year-old had a rough road ahead of him, Min decided not
to extend his time. He rocked his hips, causing a very slight movement of
his dick, but one that increased the tension as the shaft moved across the
sphincter He waited until he knew he was ready, and then he grabbed Bret by
the shoulders as he spurted his load.

As Min came down off the stage, Al McCoy came up. He was unlike Min in many
ways. Chief among them was that he felt it was the role of the kids from
the poor part of town to be made subservient to the rich kids, like him. He
quickly stripped and spread some of the KY jelly across his dick, and then
began by first getting a grip on Bret's hips, holding him tightly as if he
thought the boy would run away.

He pushed his dick between the twin globes of Bret's butt until it was
pressed against the entrance.  "Stop, hold it a second," Bret cried out. It
caused the BC representative to move forward and pay more attention.

"Relax, I'm not really any bigger than Min was. Just the head of my dick is
bigger. Probably because his is always wrapped under the extra bit of
skin."

Bret caught his breath and tried to relax. He felt odd as he realized that
his own dick was beginning to rise. "Okay, you can continue," he muttered.

Needing no more encouragement, Al slowly pushed in. Once his head cleared
the muscle, it was easier going for both him and Bret. He didn't get his
kicks from hurting the poor boys, it came from any and all occasions when
he could dominate them, and MAC Day was supplying that without any threat
of trouble or retaliation. He pushed nearly all the way in before pausing
for a few seconds.

"Do you feel that Bret?" Al asked as he leaned over and whispered. "That is
the last two inches of me fucking you. The thing is, I could stop now, you
were fucked the moment I started moving in and out. But we're not done
yet. I'm going to keep going. At some point, I'm going to stop and ask you
what you want. And you are going to say, loud enough for all around us to
hear, that you want me to keep going, to fuck your ass. You got that?
Because if you don't, all future fucks with me will be public ones."

"I got it," Bret whispered back through gritted teeth.

Al began fucking again, listening to Bret's grunts with each thrust. He was
enjoying the total feeling that came not just from the physical presence of
his dick being inside Bret, but also from the sounds of encouragement from
the kids gathered around the stage.

In no time at all, he was ready to shoot. Part of him wanted him to make it
happen. He managed to stop however.

"Tell me what you want," he all but shouted to Bret.

There was a moment of silence, and he was about to repeat the question
again when Bret answered.

"I want you to keep going. Fuck me." Bret's face grew an even darker shade
of red. He groaned as the fucking resumed. Then he felt for the first time
Al's pubic hairs pressing against his butt as the boy's entire length was
pushed into him. He knew Al was about to end his turn.

Somehow, Al found the strength and will to continue. He was the one
grunting now as he continued making short strokes into Bret's ass. He
leaned heavily across the boy's naked body, feeling the warmth. For some
reason, this fuck was much better than any of the experiences he'd ever had
before. Perhaps because he was doing it in front of a large and
appreciative crowd.

"I'm going to cum now," he said.

For Bret, the constant rubbing against his prostate meant that he was also
about to cum. He was horrified that boys he went to school with were going
to see him shoot while being fucked. He knew it would be the topic of many
conversations once they returned to classes. His hands gripped the edges of
the bench as he found himself pushing his butt back towards Al. His mind
was now beginning to focus on his need to shoot his own sperm.

He felt his own cum dribbling out of his dick and used his hands to give
himself an orgasm that he would be denied otherwise. He continued pumping
his own dick as the boys watching started shouting that he was enjoying the
fuck that much. There was a cheer as he grunted and began flooding the
stage with an unusual amount of cum for a kid at his tender age.

Bret's orgasm caused a sudden tightening of Al's dick. As the muscle
clamped down, the last of Al's willpower to hold back from shooting
evaporated. Less than five seconds after the last of Bret's cum hit the
stage floor, his own eruption began.

It was a satisfying cum for each of them. Memorable – for Al, because he
fucked a boy so hard it made them both shoot, and for Bret because boys he
knew had seen it happen.

Al had to grip the stanchions that surrounded the raised stage to keep from
falling. He couldn't believe that he had been able to force Bret to submit
to him. Not that the boy had much choice in the matter. Still, he thought,
it sucked to be him.

Totally freaked out that he'd jacked off while being fucked in front of so
many other boys, Bret needed a break. Without a word to the attendant, he
ran for the toilets. He had to push his way through the crowd of boys,
something that could have earned him a penalty if any had complained. He
stayed as long as he dared, which was just a fraction of the time he wanted
to remain alone.

When he returned, Trent O'Brien was waiting for him. At least this time it
would be a boy his own age. But he had mixed feelings about that. Yeah, he
probably wouldn't even feel the kids prick as he got fucked. But the rich
kids who had come to watch one of their own fuck a poor kid were already
telling him to make it count.

Trent had been at the nearby stage when Jim Boyle had yelled for Billy
O'Brien to get into the diaper position. He had no idea what it was until
his cousin was on his back with his legs up around his head and his butt
cheeks spread wide. He'd thought it was the best thing he'd ever seen. But
to copy it wouldn't gain him as much respect. He spent the rest of the time
thinking about it, and now his dick was so hard he could barely keep his
hands off of it. But as Bret Mackey returned from the bathroom, he suddenly
knew what he was going to do.

He took a seat on the edge of the training bench and told Bret to sit on
his lap. The boy looked dubious, but tried to do what Trent wanted. Only as
he backed down, Trent guided his bottom so that came down at the perfect
angle so that he landed right on his previously slickened dick. Both boys
were surprised when it slipped right in.

"Now, I want you to use your arms and left yourself up an inch or so, and
then back down," he ordered. "That's it, now keep doing that," he said
after Bret had done it. "Only this time, don't rise up as much."

Bret was now aware of what was happening. Instead of being fucked, he was
fucking himself on Trent's erection. And with his arms being used to lift
his body, he was unable to do anything when Trent reached around and began
rubbing his dick, getting it hard once again.

"I'm inside you, and it sure feels good. Now for some more fun. We're going
to try and cum at the same time, so if you think you're about to shoot,
tell me," Trent said. He looked around and saw that he was attracting a
bigger audience. Most boys weren't all that interested in two
eleven-year-olds fucking, but this was different.

"Isn't this fun?" he asked as Bret lifted up an inch and then sat back
down. "I'm enjoying the hell out of it, but don't go so fast." His dick was
rock hard, but he was sixteen months away from becoming a teenager, so it
wasn't very long. Maybe four inches. But each time Bret lowered himself
onto it, all of it went inside the warm and moist confines of his insides.

He kept manipulating Bret's little prick, getting it harder and harder with
each rise and fall of the kid's ass over his own dick. He could feel that
sensation he'd recently learned and knew he was getting close. Telling Bret
to slow down, he put all of his attention on getting Bret to the same
point.

"I, uh, think I'm about ready," Bret said.

"Then fuck yourself on me. Go fast now."

He listened to Bret's breathing and the pulse he could feel in the boy's
boner. He didn't succeed in a perfect dual cum, he was off by two seconds,
but none of the boys watching could tell. He kept stroking until Bret fired
off three rounds and he'd shot four. Then he let go and used his arms to
push Bret up.

"That was fucking great!" he said as he left the stage and headed for where
he'd left his clothing. The pats on the back and statements like `Good
job," filled him with pride.

Ashamed that watching his friend get fucked had made him hard, Sim stood at
the bottom of the steps after Trent came down.

"Come on, you're next," Bret said. He could see that Sim was conflicted. He
saw the tent in the boy's mid-section, but could also see the look in his
eyes. It had to be done or Colton would beat him for sure. "It's
okay. Enjoy yourself. I'm a Tailer, that's what I'm here for." His words
sounded false, even to him, but Sim did climb the steps.

"You have to, or my brother will get someone else. Probably Cecil
Kelly. Colton knows I hate him."

Sim looked around, stunned at all the boys he and Bret went to school with
gathered around, laughing, cheering, and yelling for him to fuck Bret
hard. He felt horrible. Not just because he was getting undressed in front
of all of them, but also because he had an erection. He didn't want to have
one. He didn't want to hurt Bret or affect their friendship. But he trusted
that Bret was right – either he did this, or something worse would
happen to him.

It was with these thoughts that he mounted his buddy in the same way he'd
fucked Andy. Bret was bent over the bench; his ass raised a bit. Almost too
high, Sim had to stand on his toes to get started. Once in, he rested on
Bret's back while driving in and out. Several times he whispered that he
was sorry. When, at long last, he shot, he pulled back immediately and then
grabbed his clothing and left, heading for somewhere else to
dress. Anywhere away from kids he knew. Kids he liked, or used to. Kids he
was going to be sitting in a classroom with in a month.

The Frantic Fucks – Hank Boyle, Curly, Flynn, and Carter Boyd.

At the same time, other boys were also providing entertainment to the
crowds on the mini stages around the hall.

Twelve-year-old Hank perhaps had the easiest time of it. He was a little
disappointed he hadn't finished in first place in his age group, but
Ollie's brother had made threats and had frankly offered the best deals. He
was unbeatable. Still, Hank felt sorry for Ollie Mackey. The two had never
been friends, but to ensure first place, the older brother Colton, had made
terrible deals that Ollie would be paying off multiple times a day for the
next two years. On the bright side, Hank's campaign manager, Marcus Mackey,
had made no deals at all for him. It was perhaps fortunate that Andy Dunn
had chickened out at the last moment and that act had left him in second
place.

Hank and Marcus had discussed who was to fuck him on MAC Day if he won one
of the three prizes. It went unsaid that Marcus would go first. The rich
kid from South Valley had helped him so much that Hank felt truly indebted
to him. Second would be Carl Mackey from the north side of town. He had won
third place in last year's MAC as a 12-year-old, and he still had another
year to serve as a Tailer. It was Carl who had been his dildo coach as well
as providing him with an endless supply of good advice and tips about being
an Alan's Beach Tailer. The final kid would be Henry Jarvis. Hank, Marcus,
and Henry were all on the same Little League baseball team and unlike many
kids from South Valley Elementary, he wasn't stuck up at all. The three of
them were really tight. At first Hank was uncomfortable about asking a good
friend to fuck him. But Marcus made a good point.

"Hank, you need to get over that. Two days after MAC Day, good friends and
even your closest relatives – I know you've got heaps of brothers and
cousins and shit – will be demanding a blowjob or fuck. If you have to
be fucked three times on MAC Day, it might as well be by guys you trust."

Carter Boyd, like everyone else, was surprised that Andy hadn't shown
up. And he was positive that Colton Mackey had something to do with it. But
it had left a problem. Six boys had stayed with Tiny when he announced to
his bloc that they could vote for whomever they could strike a deal
with. With Tiny next to him, he spoke with Tristen Mackey. He said he would
take four boys if it was allowed. He was told he only had to do three, but
he said he owed it to Tiny and the kids who had stuck with him. Thus, he
did two of the three that had been promised a fuck today with him, and two
of the boys who were supposed to fuck Andy. For the others, he vowed he
would let them fuck him at their convenience, even if he was at his
maximum. He didn't argue when Tiny said those fucks would be public ones.

Thus, for his time on one of the mini stages, Carter was fucked first by a
boy of twelve, then two thirteen-year-old boys, and finally by Silas
Mackey, who was fifteen. Because he was next to Landon Kelly, who was still
on the center stage, Carter had almost no audience for his four fucks, and
none of the boys were rude or mean to him at all.

For Curly, Rock picked himself and two boys he hung around with. All were
thirteen, and as it turned out, it was the first time Dean McGill had ever
used a tailer.

For Curly, signing up for MAC Day was the best idea he'd ever had. He was
secretly gay, and giving blowjobs and getting fucked was wonderful. And he
even took care of his own needs by a deal with Billy O'Brien that they
would exchange blowjobs. He told the younger boy that he'd give double what
Billy gave him and quickly got an agreement.

Free at Last

Andy Dunn had to get up several times to walk around the dark depressing
wine cellar. He knew that the events at MAC Day must be nearing an end by
now. But he was still stuck there and nobody had come to rescue him. And
apart from the occasional scurry of little rat feet, he had heard nothing
for hours. Concern about all the deals he had made also weighed heavily on
his mind.

Even from his basement prison, he'd heard many of the announcements over
the loud speaker. But the one he heard now angered him. His brother, Sim,
instead of being worried about him, instead of trying to find him, was
enjoying himself at the pavilion, and was now about to fuck poor Bret
Mackey, who was probably his best friend.

Then, suddenly, he heard a click from the door. He waited, but no other
sound could be heard. He looped his now heavy backpack over his shoulders
and went to it. He listened, but couldn't hear anything, so he tried
it. The door opened. There were steps going up, but nobody on them.

He thought about turning off the switches that turned on the lights, but
didn't want anyone to lock the door again, so he put the lantern on the
floor and left.

Once outside the Mackey Mansion, he looked for his bike, but didn't see
it. There were no people anywhere in sight and so he headed back towards
where he'd been kidnapped. When he reached the narrow gap in the cyclone
fence, he began searching around in the woods and found his bike almost
immediately.

He wondered if maybe his brother was somehow involved in this. Sim knew he
would come this way. He should have followed. When Andy didn't arrive, Sim
should have begun a search for him. He couldn't have missed seeing the
bike, if he'd looked properly. He knew he was probably being unfair to his
kid-brother, but a strong dose of paranoia had infected his mind in the
hours he spent alone in the Horace Mackey wine cellar.

There was nothing more he could do here. That could be sorted out at
home. He got his bike through the fence and over the bar. Then he
thought. He needed more help than he could get at home and he made the
decision to head for the law office of his mentor, Mr. Bryce Mackey.

Mr. Mackey was just unlocking the door to his office when Andy arrived.

"Andy! Where have you been? Everyone was worried sick about you. Even the
betting pool at the bar had to be slightly curtailed because Sheriff Hudson
had to start a search party."

"I was kidnapped by Colton Mackey. Junior, not his dad. He and several of
his friends. They locked me in the basement of the Mackey Mansion to make
sure that his brother won first place."

"Are you okay?" said a somewhat relieved Mr. Bryce. "Did they injure you at
all?"

"No, not really. They punched me and tied me up and put a bag over my
head. They kidnapped me!" Andy repeated again.

"Well, you have no idea how glad I am to see you safe and well. Colton
Mackey was everybody's first suspect in your disappearance, but he denied
having any knowledge of your whereabouts. That would be a typical response
from the likes of him and his buddies. But as you are unhurt, you'll need
to be careful before you start making public allegations against Colton and
his friends. Can you prove it was them?"

Andy hesitated. He'd learned enough about the law from his internship here
that proof was not the same as being sure. "No, but...."

"First, let me state that I believe everything you've told me. And what I'm
about to say will sound a bit harsh and totally unfair. But Sheriff Hudson
will conduct a criminal investigation once we say that you were
kidnapped. Accusing Colton by name can lead to legal responses by that
Mackey family. Colton Senior is always looking for his pot of gold, and he
will get the lion's share of what Ollie and Bret got. Without proof, you'd
be stuck defending yourself from a claim that you staged the whole thing
yourself because you were too scared and then damaged the reputation,
character or integrity of Colton Junior. This falls under two types of
defamation: Libel, if you make a written statement and then publish it, or
Slander, should you give unsubstantiated oral statements. The police will
clearly suspect Colton – both of them probably. Mr. Colton has keys to
everything in the mansion, many people know that. Let the police determine
if there is sufficient evidence to consider bringing charges before you say
too much in public."

"I can honestly say that I recognized his voice. And I think I heard one of
the other kids use his name.

"Well, that is probably enough for Officer McGill to put the fear of god
into him, but without his confession, it will be his word against yours."

"He said that over a dozen other boys will say he was with them from the
time he left his house until he arrived at the pavilion. They put a feed
bag over my head before I saw any of them. And Mr. Mackey senior ..."

"Yes, he and Officer McGill have some sort of arrangement. That alone will
give his son confidence. For now, just say you were kidnapped and only have
guesses as to who was involved. But enough about that, I have to call your
parents and the police office."

"You call the authorities, I'll call home," Andy said as he picked up the
phone on old Mrs. Maple's desk.

***

Sheriff Hudson arrived first, since he only had a few doors to pass.  He
asked dozens of questions, and Andy answered each one as truthfully as he
could. But he did not hesitate to say who `he thought' was involved, but
added he never saw Colton.

"He was a likely suspect if foul play was involved," the Sheriff said. "I
interviewed him already. His father was pissed that I was even considering
him as a suspect before knowing that a crime had been committed. The
younger Colton said you'd mentioned that you were scared about MAC Day and
was thinking of running away from home."

Andy's father and Sim showed up about the time that the Sheriff was
completing his interview. He promised he'd share his notes once they were
typed up. The last thing he did was ask Andy to hold out his arms.

"Are you going to cuff me?" Andy exclaimed. "I didn't do ..."

"No, I am not. Please, just let me see your wrists." Andy slowly raised his
arms.

"Hmm. Some rough marks, but if they tied your arms like you said, they
didn't tie them tightly. That would have left marks, even bruises." The
sheriff saw that Bryce was about to say something and cut him off.

"While personally I believe everything this boy has told me, I have to
investigate this from both sides."

"Yes, of course you do," Bryce Mackey admitted. "We'll be in touch. At this
time, I'm going to recommend that Andy not make any claims that he was
abducted by Colton Mackey, and I'm going to encourage him to not discuss
where he was during MAC Day. Of course, if you can get a confession, that
would change things."

As the lawyer was escorting Sheriff Hudson out of the office, Andy hugged
his dad and then turned to Sim.

"Did you even look for me? My bike was right along the trail, easy to
spot."

"He did," his dad declared firmly. "So did I, and several of your
friends. Some before MAC Day started, and many more after. Nobody saw your
bike anywhere."

"Sorry Sim," Andy apologized. He then went on to tell his story, this time
with all of his suppositions.

"Colton Mackey Senior will have his boys ready to answer any and all
questions. That guy has been in trouble too many times to not have a ready
defense planned. I'll bet they can find a dozen kids who said Colton Junior
was with them and not anywhere near you."

Andy nodded in agreement. Then, he suddenly remembered. "My backpack!"

He picked it up and set it on Mrs. Maple's desk, where it made a bang as it
landed.

"I found this," he said as he pulled the bar out and set it on top of his
backpack so that it didn't scratch the desk. "And there are 27 more just
like it hidden in a secret chamber under the Mackey Mansion."

"Well, I'll be damned," Bryce said as he hefted the gold bar. "I was always
sure that the stories that old Horace Mackey turned all his cash into gold
before the 1933 embargo were false. Nothing was ever found. Until now." He
paused as he saw the grins on Andy and Mr. Dunn's face.

"But there is a problem. This doesn't belong to you."

The Boy's Council

"Did I hear you correctly?" Andy asked. "I found the gold. If I'd mined it
along the river, it would be mine. Why did you say I don't own it?"

"If you had a permit to mine, and your permit showed that you had acquired
the mineral rights, then you would own the gold you recovered," Mr. Mackey
explained. "The Mackey Trust owns the mineral rights to all of the ground
within Alan's Beach. They have allowed, even encouraged, men and boys to
mine for gold, but the Trust gets 10% of any gold found. But you were not
mining, and you did not have an agreement with the Trust. Besides, this
isn't gold flakes washed out of the mountains, this is a gold bar. One that
you found inside the Mackey Mansion. Even if they didn't know of its
existence, they own it, not you."

"Do you think they would be willing to give a reward for Andy finding it?"
Mr. Dunn asked.

"I think yes. However, before we can even get to that, we have to give
notice that Andy is safe. I suggest you start with Tristan Mackey, the
Boy's Council President. Your son's status has to be determined. They could
make him a three-year Tailer with increased limits for not showing up. We
need to decide how to answer the central question of why he wasn't there.

***

Once the Boy's Council president was notified that Andy Dunn had turned up,
he ordered the boy to appear before the Council in one hour at the Mackey
Mansion meeting room.

Andy, his father, and Bryce Mackey used that time to discuss how to answer
questions and what to say about the gold. Mr. Mackey once again stressed
that Andy must not name Colton or any of the other boys he was sure had
helped to lock him in the basement. Not without proof.

They arrived at the meeting room at the appointed hour. Andy's father had
the backpack with the single gold bar in it. The entire 7 members of the BC
were there, but also Cecil Mackey, the man who controlled the Mackey
Trust. He was seated in the back corner of the room.

Tristan called the meeting to order and the reason for the special meeting,
which was to determine two things – why Andy did not show up, and what
action would be taken for not being there. He then asked Andy to give his
reason for his absence.

"I was on my way, by myself. My brother Sim was supposed to be with me, but
when we got ready to leave his bike had a flat tire, so I went on alone. As
I was passing through the narrow spot between the gate and the fence, a
group of people grabbed me and put a bag over my head and tied my hands
behind my back. I was taken to the Mackey Mansion ..."

"How do you know it was here?" one of the members of the BC asked.

"The ropes were not tied tightly and I was able to get them off. Then I
removed the sack from over my head. They had left a lantern for me. I was
pretty sure then where I was, but it was confirmed many hours later when I
heard a click from the door and when I tested it I found it unlocked. It
led to the stairwell just to the left of the main door, so then I knew
exactly where I was. I later found my bike in the spot where I was
kidnapped and rode it into town."

There were many other questions, mostly involved with who had kidnapped
him. Andy followed the advice given by Bryce Mackey and stated that several
of the boys wanted first place in his age group. But he carefully added
that he was only guessing, he had no way of knowing.

"Sheriff Hudson is looking into it," he concluded.

"What did you do during that "several hour" period?" Cecil Mackey asked
from the back corner.

"We'd like to discuss that with you privately once the Boy's Council has
finished their business," Bryce Mackey answered before Andy had a chance to
speak.

With no further questions from the BC, they went to an adjoining room to
hold their discussions. Andy squirmed, knowing his fate was totally in
their hands. They were gone for a bit more than thirty minutes.

"We have reached a majority consensus," Tristan began once the members were
all seated. "It was clearly not a majority decision. We called Sheriff
Hudson and confirmed that he is investigating a potential kidnapping. We
called a few people who came to the mansion during the time you claim you
were in the basement. None of them saw or heard you. But we also asked
about your bike, and none saw it. And we called Colton Mackey Junior, who
said he never saw you today, but that you had told him you were getting
scared about attending. He also said that he left his house accompanied by
over a dozen other boys and they all went straight to the pavilion area and
checked in more than a half hour before the start of MAC Day. That was
confirmed by one of the boys at the check-in table, but the two boys there
couldn't agree on the time. The paper record shows that Ollie and Bret
Mackey checked in at 8:46 AM, but again, the guys at the Check-in counter
couldn't remember if Colton, Jnr was there or not. We then discussed
several options for how to handle this mess."

Tristan paused and shifted in his seat. His body language showed that he
might not be in full agreement with what he had to say next.

"Given all of that, the Boy's Committee, by a one-vote majority, determined
that your status is as follows: You are hereby determined to be a Tailer
for the next three years but with no prize money, and you must return the
entrance award of $1,000."

Andy's heart sank and he suddenly felt faint. He heard the words, but
couldn't believe it. A Tailer for three years. But before he could react,
Tristan, the President of the B.C., continued.

"During that three-year period, you must provide oral and anal sex with
boys meeting the appropriate age requirements a minimum of –," he paused
for a second before continuing. "-- zero times per day. You have no
required minimums." Tristan paused again.

Andy replayed the statement in his head. A minimum of zero. And he started
to breathe again.

"However," continued Tristan, "you made an agreement with Horace Mackey,
otherwise known as Tiny, for boys to vote for you. He released his boys to
their own desire, but he, and 4 of the boys he represents, all handed in a
vote for you. Because of that, the B.C. has determined that they upheld
their part of the agreement, and you must honor your end."

Andy's father started to complain, but Andy had recovered upon hearing that
he did not have to give blowjobs or be fucked as a Tailer. He stood, and
motioned for his father to stop and let him speak.

"They acted fairly, and I am proud of them for that. I will do what is
right and meet all the terms of that agreement for Tiny and the boys who
voted for me. I also made agreements with my middle brother, and with Tim
McCoy, my manager. Those agreements are still in place as well."

His father sat back down, and when Andy also took his seat, he whispered,
"You just scored a big plus there. Mackey honor is sacred around here. And
it was made even better to have come from your mouth instead of what I was
about to say."

Cecil Mackey, the man responsible for anything dealing with the Mackey
Trust, came over and invited them to his office.

"I couldn't help but notice that you seem to have something heavy in that
backpack, Mr. Dunn," he began as he closed the door. "Since you don't seem
like a man who generally uses a backpack, I'm thinking that maybe it
belongs to your son."

Andy nodded when the man looked from his father to him.

"What did you do for, what, about 7 hours, in the basement of my mansion?"
he asked.

"I searched for a way out," Andy stated. Then, with a nod from Bryce
Mackey, he shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't find one. Not one that gave me
a way out of the basement. But maybe one that can make up for the lack of
money I hoped to win."

He reached over to where his dad had set the backpack and took out the
heavy gold bar. Setting it on the desk between them and Mr. Cecil Mackey,
he continued.

"I found a secret door. Behind it was a small room. In that room were 28 of
these."

Mr. Mackey picked it up. He brushed a corner and found what he was looking
for – the match mark that Horace Mackey had put on everything back when
he pretty much ran all of Alan's Beach.

"I can restore the entrance award," he stated.

"You don't know where the secret door is. Or how to open it." Andy did all
he could to keep a poker face showing.

Cecil sighed. He shared the belief held by several other people who were
alive before Horace died, that much of the man's gold was hidden
somewhere. And like many others, he had searched the mansion from basement
to attic.

"Any gold found in the mansion clearly belongs to the Mackey Trust," he
said, watching Andy's eyes carefully. "But I suppose with this addition the
Trust could easily pay out two third-place winners."

Andy and Bryce Mackey had practiced this exact same statement before
leaving the law office. He held his stare.

"I think a more substantial reward is warranted given what Andy found,"
Bryce said. "The trust would still benefit enormously from 28 of those
bars."

Cecil had hoped to negotiate with the boy, not with Bryce.  The lawyer was
right of course. He did the math in his head. That one bar was worth a bit
less than $800,000 dollars. Twenty-eight of them was more than $22 million.

"Assuming there really are that many bars, the Trust could give the cash
value of the bar he recovered to young Andy Dunn."

"You could," Bryce said as Andy continued to keep his face from showing any
emotion. He knew the boy couldn't hold it for much longer.

"But you could have all 28 in your hands in fifteen minutes. No
searching. No danger of not finding the room. Andy just wants twenty-five
percent."

"Five percent," Cecil said without hesitation. He saw Andy's eyes
flicker. Bryce countered with a fifteen, and he countered that. "Twelve
percent. Not a penny more. Payable at $250,000 a year."

"Let's go," Andy said, allowing his body to relax. "You'll need your keys
to the basement. And flashlights too."

Once there, he allowed Mr. Mackey to do a quick search.

Cecil did a quick look along all the walls. He'd searched this place before
and found nothing. The hidden door could be anywhere. He knew with the
right equipment he could find it. Ground-penetrating radar, and
magnetometers. Things like that would find it. But that would take time and
cost tens of thousands of dollars. If it were really here in the
basement. The kid could be lying about that. He motioned for Andy to show
him the way. Two minutes later, the hidden door was opened and the four of
them entered the passageway. The twenty-seven gold bars were right where
Andy had left them.

Andy felt better than he had in a long time. Like he was suddenly full of
energy. The secret chamber seemed more vivid, the air fresh and
crackling. The room seemed to glow with the yellow color of gold.

Andy was rich. Well, not rich as measured by some of the Mackey families,
but still, it was far more than he expected back when he first signed the
paper to enter MAC Day. He remembered how he nearly fainted after putting
his name on the form.

He'd had to give back the $1,000 entry fee, and taxes ate up a bunch of the
money he'd gotten for showing Cecil Mackey where the gold bars were
hidden. Mr. Mackey was in charge of the Mackey Trust, from which the
payments for MAC Days were made. But even after that, he still had $167,500
to his name.

He'd entered MAC for the scholarship to a good school where he could study
law. That was gone now, but what he had in its place was worth thousands of
times more. For each of the next ten and a half years, he'd receive a
payment of $250,000.

It would mean everything to his family. It would pay off the mortgage on
his parent's house. It would pay for needed repairs to his dad's fishing
boat, making it more profitable. And somewhat regrettably, it would mean
that neither of his brothers would have to enter MAC Day. Regrettable
mostly because his middle brother, Sim, had earned his reward for training
him. And the first payment of that reward was due in a few minutes. A fuck
a week until the next MAC Day, plus three additional ones on the week of
his birthday. He had then offered one more, for thinking that Sim had
abandoned him and was enjoying himself fucking Bret. He'd later learned the
truth of the matter and felt horrible for what he'd thought of his middle
brother.

And he wouldn't be alone. He'd made the same deal with Tim McCoy, who'd
served as his manager. Given how things had turned out, Tim offered to back
out of the deal. But Andy had meant it when he told the Boy's Council that
he would honor all deals he'd made, and that included Sim and Tim.

Andy had moved out to the outbuilding next to the house. He was surprised
to hear a knock at the door. It shouldn't be any kids looking to use him,
today was supposed to be a rest day after the ceremony. He got up, naked,
and opened the door.

For the past month or so, Sim hadn't been able to keep a smile from his
face when he was with Andy. All of his hopes had been achieved. But now, he
felt a bit dirty for what he was about to do. Like Tim, he'd offered a
different payment. Just one today, and four on his birthday week, but to
his surprise, Andy had turned it down and said the original deal was in
force.

"I guess we're here," he said. Tim was right behind him. "You know..."

"I know what you are about to say, and I've told both of you, my honor
matters to me. I pledged to accept all that I'd agreed to do with Tiny and
his four boys who had voted for me. I don't regret this, so get in here,
I've got errands to run yet today."

Andy selected his brother to go first. As he'd done countless times before,
Sim took care of lubing his brother. As much as he wanted it, it took him
several minutes to get hard. But once his dick stood straight, he was able
to enter his brother without issue. The weeks of training had certainly
paid off. Secretly both Sim and Tim had had the same thought. It was a real
pity that Andy wouldn't be a `real' Tailer. He was certainly ready for it.

It was far from their first fuck and Sim rode his brother hard, driving his
dick as deep into Andy's ass as he could. A few minutes later, he knew he
was about to shoot and thought about pulling out. But he was sure his
brother would say it didn't meet the deal they'd made and make him do it
again. So, he put all of his thoughts to the side and let nature take
over. The few bursts of his thin cum that he shot made him feel weak as he
pulled out.

Tim understood the word honor and what it meant in Alan's Beach more than
Sim. He was very happy to fuck his best friend, and he understood why Andy
was allowing it. No, not allowing it to happen; Andy was requiring it. It
was a debt to be paid. He knew Andy wouldn't get any joy from it, but he
would get the satisfaction that displaying honor brings. And Tim? Well, he
had secretly lusted after Andy for years and he didn't have time for
regrets.

He lubed quickly, and unlike Sim, was already hard. He also entered with
only a minimal delay, and rode his friend for a good ten minutes before
shooting six good blasts of cum deep into his friend's bowels. His recent
experience had taught him how to make sex last, and even if access to Andy
was somewhat limited, there were other Tailers in town. He would make sure
to get acquainted with them all.

"Thanks guys," Andy said when it was done. "I appreciate you both wanting
to back out of this, but like I said, it is important to me that I honor my
deals. Just 51 more weeks to go."  He excused himself to go use the toilet
to release the foreign fluid the boys had deposited in him. When he came
out, Sim and Tim were gone, and it was time to go visit a couple of the
other boys.

First on his list was Carter Boyd. He'd discussed with his father what he
wanted to do, and Dad supported him completely. They drove to meet Carter
and his dad.

Carter was inconsolable. All that he had worked for was lost. Not only was
he a Tailer, but Landon had won the first-place prize he had needed in
order to execute the contract with Steve Lansing, the owner of Lansing
Timber. That contract would have enabled him to meet with every timber farm
around Alan's Beach and set up a contract with them.

Second place wasn't enough. The payment wouldn't come close to what he
needed, and it would take five years to get it all. He'd gambled big and
lost.

His mother called out to him as he sat behind his father's forge, trying
his best not to cry.

"You've got company," she yelled.

"Tell him to go away. Today is a rest day. I'm not seeing anyone."

"It's Andy Dunn, and he says you do need to meet with him. I'm sending him
to you."

Carter had no idea what the younger boy wanted. They'd both worked together
in the campaign, using Tim McCoy as their manager. Someone else he now was
beholden to. He thought about running, but to where? And what would it gain
him? Andy wasn't an enemy, and he was positive the boy was not here for any
sex.

"I have something you and your father need to take to Mr. Mackey's Law
Office," Andy said softly as he came around to the back of the
building. "Things aren't as dark as you think."

Carter looked at him, but didn't get up. Andy could sense the emotional
pain the teen was feeling. "I have a contract for the company you wanted to
start. And the money you need to get it going. I also have a contract from
Mr. Lansing that is date sensitive. He wants you working as soon as
possible because he has forty acres of timber that he wants to fell." He
held the two documents out.

"I, uh, I won't have the money to pay him back," Carter said, not believing
that the man had made the offer anyway.

"The contract to form your company is through me, not him. He just wants to
hire you."

That didn't make any sense to Carter. How on earth could Andy Dunn have the
means for him to form his company? "I need a minimum of $50,000," Carter
began. "I was going to use the money I would get when I turned 18 to..."

"I know. I was with you, remember? The contract I offer is more favorable
to you. If you execute it, you owe me 1% of all payments you receive for
clearing land until the amount you borrow is paid off. Maybe that will be
never, but I'm willing to take a chance on you. But we need to hurry before
Landon Mackey puts his father's money in play. One of your parents needs to
sign the contract, and your dad and my dad are waiting for you to get off
your sorry ass and go with us to the law office to make it official. Your
dad has already signed another contract with me, and we need to execute
that too."

Carter, still stunned and shocked, stood and took the documents. He glanced
through the top one.

"What the hell? This offers me up to $100,000. All I need is half that. And
where are you going to get that kind of money?"

"I'm not sure if I'm allowed to answer that, so hold that question until I
am sure. Trust me, I have it. Are you interested in the terms?"

"It says you are allowed to decide who I hire ..."

Andy cut him off. "Again, time is of the essence. We can discuss that. If
you think it matters, I want to give two boys who really need money and
will work hard a chance: Shane and Rowan O'Brien."

Carter was hardly listening. He was looking at the second contract. "Shit,
Mr. Lansing is offering $1,200 to clear his forty acres of small and sick
trees, and I get to keep all of the useable lumber from what I clear."

"I know. You need to execute that within 4 weeks though. To do that, you
have to buy everything you need now, regardless of the price. You may need
more than $50,000 to do that. And remember, if you accept my offer, I get
$120 – my 1%.

"Is this for real? I can't stand another setback."

"Until it is signed by us and our legal guardians, i.e., our dads, it is
just paper, worth no more than what you and Landon signed. But once signed,
the money is immediately available to you. Are you in or out?"

It was his dream, so of course he was in. As they drove into town, his dad
showed him the other contract. "My forge is so old that I can only work
with a limited amount of stuff. And much of the fuel is wasted. The new
forge I'm buying will allow me to double what I can do now, and for half
the cost of fuel."

***

The following day Andy insisted on meeting Ollie Mackey and his brother in
the woods.

"Colton, I know it was you that kidnapped me."

"Who is gonna believe that?"

"Maybe no one, but I kicked one of your friends in the shin. He squealed
like a stuffed pig and he will have a bruise on his leg I reckon. And
besides I have the hood you stuck over my head and the ropes. All that
might be enough to make some people think I'm telling the truth. Besides, I
don't have a lot to lose. The BC have made me a Tailer for 3 years and I
won't be getting paid a cent during all that time. I don't even get the
$1,000 MAC Day entry prize. So it wouldn't bother me to get the police more
involved with my case. But that ain't gonna be good for either of us. So
here's my deal. Take it, and I tell Sheriff Hudson to drop the case. I'll
tell him I got a good deal with Mr. Horace Mackey and don't want to pursue
it any further."

"What's the deal?" Colton asked. "And don't go wanting much, `cause I have
an airtight alibi."

"I get free access up to three times a week to Ollie's mouth and ass for me
and Tim McCoy. In addition, even though your time as a Tailer has ended, I
get to fuck you once a week for as long as Ollie is a tailer."

"You wish. You can fuck Ollie if you want it that bad. In fact, I'll even
let you have a go at Bret. But my days of sucking and getting fucked are
over."

"I did hear that one of your crew got into trouble again and that Officer
McGill might be willing to cut him some slack if he'll rat you out. Word
is, he's thinking about it."

Colton knew that there was a bit of truth in that, but it was already
handled. "Sorry to disappoint you, but no deal. Get lost. Ollie's done his
duties for the day, so we got no business left to discuss."

Andy put a frown on his face and turned away. He pulled his cell phone from
his pocket and hit some keys. Then he turned around and smiled.

"I just sent a recording of this conversation to my dad's phone," he
said. "He won't see it until he gets home this evening. You still want me
to leave?"

"You prick. You're stupider than I thought. I'll beat the shit out of you
unless you." He began walking forward.

"Colton, no," his brother yelled. "That will just get you into even worse
trouble. He tricked us, but we can get back at him some other time."

Colton kept moving towards Andy, surprised the kid hadn't started to run
yet. He knew the kid was tough, but not tough enough. Something else was
up. He stopped.

"I can sweeten the deal a bit," Andy said. "Bret didn't get first place,
and I'm sure your dad is pissed about that. What if I offered $250 to you
to not beat me up. You don't have to tell him I'm getting free passes with
Ollie and fucking you."

Colton knew beating the kid up would make things a lot worse if the
recording the kid had made really caught his voice. He'd all but
confessed. But maybe he could salvage it.

"$1,000, and you and McCoy only get one blowjob each a week. And you only
fuck me twice. Period."

It had gone pretty much the way Rock McGill had said it would. And Rock had
only charged him $50 to hide in the background and only show his face if
Colton did try and hurt him. He countered the offer.

"A $750 payment, and the second fuck will be done at your house. But you
also become my bodyguard. I don't want any of your boys finding a reason to
hurt me."

Colton knew it would cool his dad a lot to hear that he got a payment to
keep from beating Dunn up. And he would also go easier on Bret. The boy had
done all he could to win, but that O'Brien kid was just too much to
beat. Besides, he didn't need to tell his dad it was $750, he'd be happy
with $500. Getting fucked by the kid wouldn't matter, he could have come by
and fucked him any day over that last two years and never did.

"When do I get the money?"

"As soon as Tim gets a blowjob from your brother and I fuck you. We can do
it now if you want, I have the money on me."

"You took a hell of a chance. There's still something you were holding back
on."

"Yeah, I was. But if we have a deal, you don't need to worry about it. I
never sent anything to my pa. You can watch me delete it if you don't trust
me." Andy turned and signaled to Tim, who had been hiding behind a
tree. "Come on out," he yelled.

He looked back to Carter, knowing that Rock would stay and watch until they
were done as he agreed to do. "I think I'll start with my first fuck now.
Ollie why don't you kneel down in front of Tim?"

To be continued...