Written by Sarge AKA Aldric <pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com>, Charles Well <charleswell@tutanota.com> and David davidthornton70@tutanota.com
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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.
Tim McCoy sat on his bed going over the details of the phone call he'd just had with his best buddy Andy Dunn. The news wasn't unexpected, but still, as Sherlock Holmes might say, "the game was afoot," and with circumstances now changed irrevocably, dare he hope?
Andy Dunn had broken the news on the phone with little fanfare.
"Hi Tim. How are things?'
"Fine," he responded, sensing from his friend's voice there was something different today.
"Yesterday afternoon I signed up for the MAC. Dad and Sim went with me to Mr. Bryce Mackey's office. I signed, dad signed and now it's official. I'm gonna be a Tailer..."
Tim was lost in the implications of this stunning revelation and didn't answer immediately. After what seemed like 30 seconds of dead static on the phone, Andy continued.
"Eh..., you still on for what we sort of spoke about -- you being my campaign manager, I mean?"
"Huh? Oh shit yes," said Tim, eventually getting his mind to function. "I know we talked about it, but I never thought you'd do... Sure, I'd be happy to run your campaign."
"Thanks. You want to come over here, or should I ride over to your house? I guess we should talk about a plan of action... Dad made Sim my dildo coach."
Andy said the last sentence quickly, as if determined to get all the bad news out at once. Tim could understand that. He didn't have any brother's himself but guessed it had to be really embarrassing to have your kid-bro in charge of that. But he liked Sim almost as much as his classmate, in spite of the year's age difference. His mind started filling with visions of Andy, Sim and big fat dildos.
"You there?" Andy asked.
"Yeah, sorry. I'll ride over to yours." He looked up at the clock on the kitchen wall. "It's about 8:30 now. I'll be there in an hour and a half. I still need to finish some chores. But I've got a few ideas for your campaign. I'll check with my cousin Joey. He won third place in the 12s last year and I can get the lowdown from him."
As he sat on his bed contemplating this new world, Tim felt a little guilty. He really didn't have chores, not this morning at least. His main task was helping out in his dad's shop. That meant sweeping up the hair, wiping down all the surfaces, and taking out the trash. This was done after his father finished for the day.
But he needed the time to think and come to terms with these changed circumstances. He had secret fantasies he'd never shared. Tim knew he was probably gay and he'd dreamed of having sex with his buddy Andy for at least two years now. When he was 10, these fantasies had been simple. But over the last twelve months the daydreams had become more focused. In August last year he and Andy, with Andy's 2nd cousin, Hank Boyle, had joined a bunch of other 11s from school who had formed a big group to go off and witness their first MAC Day. For Tim, the event was an epiphany. He learned about what gay sex really involved. And to say that he wanted to take part himself was certainly an understatement. The sucking and fucking he witnessed that day had been the rocket fuel for his sexual fantasies and basically the cause of every orgasm he'd experienced since. He jerked off at least daily. And often, his fantasy involved fucking Andy, Andy sucking him, him sucking Andy, or Andy fucking him. Sometimes even Sim featured in the fantasies. But it was his best buddy who got the starring roles most times in the increasingly elaborate sexual gymnastics. He imagined himself a Roman Emperor and Andy was his slave boy. Other times, the two of them were trapped on a desert island together, or they were kidnapped by pirates who made them both cabin-boys and fucked them hard 10 times a day. The dreams and possibilities were endless. The reality was different however.
After their MAC Day experience, Andy expressed disgust with the whole thing and said he'd never volunteer to do anything like that himself. Once registered as members of the ABC (the Alan's beach Boys Club), they could vote for and use any of the available Tailers.
There were three from each age group, plus additional ones from prior years. The 12s and 13s served for two years each and the 11s for three. There were the age restrictions on use of course, but as a newly minted 11-year-old, Tim could have used every single one of them. However, neither Andy nor his cousin Hank Boyle ever expressed a desire to make use of their services. And so none of them ever did. This was frustrating in the extreme for Tim. There were other boys out there, both younger and older willing and indeed happy to allow him to fuck them. Or they'd give blowjobs as well. All he had to do was ask to make an appointment. But he hadn't dared. He couldn't bear the thought of his best buddy thinking he was like that. But Tim knew he was -- exactly like that.
And now Andy had signed up for the MAC. Last year he swore he never would, but Tim had witnessed the slow but inexorable change coming over his friend in the past year. The denial, the talk about dreams of law school, the money the Tailers earned, and what he could do in the future. They had even discussed his probable competition and his chances of getting first place. Yes, it had become inevitable that Andy was going to sign-up. Still, it was a shock to see it actually happen.
And what did Andy's decision mean for him? He was happy to take on the role of his buddy's campaign manager. That went without saying. But part of that job might mean watching as Andy did favours for potential voters. There was an expectation that the serious prospective Tailers would offer enticements when gathering votes. That definitely included blowjobs and later fucks, after their dildo training had made significant progress. Most of the serious candidates started using the training boxes at least 25 days before the big event and by day 15 most could easily accommodate age peer cocks with little pain. Thus, as MAC Day drew closer, the more determined boys wanting major prizes were completely open for business at both ends. Besides that, it was also an expected custom that kids helping MAC Day candidates got sex as payment. This gave them `practice' for their future roles, and as none of those who signed up as a MAC candidate had money, it was the only benefit on offer.
As he lay on his bed, Tim McCoy considered this new reality once more. Would it be a complete betrayal of his best friend if he asked for some of those BJs and later fucks for himself? He knew Andy certainly wouldn't be paying him for any work he did. What about after MAC Day if Andy was picked? Could he ask to fuck him? Well, of course he could. Any boy who fit the age requirements could ask. But would he dare ask for a fuck, or fucks? Or would that be a betrayal of their friendship? What did he want more -- the sex or the friendship? Could he have both?
Damn it! He wouldn't decide now. He went to his desk and quickly wrote down a list of things to do and kids to see as part of Andy's campaign. Then he needed to jerk-off again and take a shower before heading over to his buddy's place. He knew it would be a huge strain for Andy to get through the next month until MAC Day. But it would be no easier for him perhaps! His mind escaped to visions of Sim, Andy, and him with a box of dildos and the next five minutes disappeared into extended bliss.
Thirteen-year-old Carter Boyd was once again crossing the river to head to Landon Kelly's house. This time, he was more apprehensive, as all the other teen had told him was to come. He didn't answer the basic question he'd asked: "Did your dad approve the deal?"
He had mix feelings about it. He'd signed a contract. Maybe not legal in terms of the law, but his name, and that of his family as well, depended on him honoring it. He'd hated having to give the blowjob to Landon, and now he was obligated to one a week for the next two and a half years if Mr. Kelly turned it down. And if he accepted, the cost was even higher. But he wanted the money to start is very own company.
"My dad doesn't want to meet with you," Landon said as he invited Carter into the house. "He reviewed the idea you gave me, and the contract we signed."
"And did he agree to fund it? Will I get the $50,000 I need to start it up?"
"Come on up to my room," Landon said instead of answering the question. "Do you remember the terms of the contract?"
"Yeah," I do. I have a copy if there's a problem or anything we need to change."
"No, we don't need to change it." They'd reached a bedroom door on the second floor of the large house. Landon opened it and signaled for Carter to enter in front of him.
"This is a cousin of mine," he said as he followed Carter. He closed the door behind him. "You'll be blowing him and me today, plus you'll have to pick another boy. Duane, this is Carter Boyd, the boy I told you about."
"You mean, I get the money?" Carter didn't let the thought of blowing the two boys dampen his excitement.
"First, the blowjobs. Then I'll lay out the deal. Start with Duane, he's only here for one thing."
"This is going to be so worth it for what I had to do to be here," the boy said as he began undressing.
Landon smiled. His cousin was a year younger, and when offered a blowjob, immediately accepted. He almost balked however when told that the price was he'd first have to give one. Landon completely enjoyed the power he felt as his younger cousin awkwardly brought him to a satisfying climax. The second one of the day; he'd jacked off upon waking that morning. Poor Carter was going to have to work very hard to get him to shoot a third time.
Carter's high diminished as he saw the boy's dick. It was smaller than his own or Landon's, but not tiny. And huge balls must be a family trait as Duane also had a fairly large sack. Two large ovals filled it out. He didn't want to kneel before the boy, so he told him to lay on the bed.
"No, he's not going to mess my bed," Landon snapped. "He's excited, it won't take long to get him off. Just stand where you are, Duane."
Watching Carter kneel down in front of a younger boy sent a message to Landon's brain. One of dominance and submission. One he never knew would make him feel so good. His own dick began to harden as he watched. Not from seeing a guy get his knob licked, but from the idea that he could make Carter do it with just a single order.
Carter could feel the boy was getting ready. Knowing he couldn't possibly spit out anything the kid shot onto Landon's carpeted floor, he pulled back so only the head was in his mouth.
But Duane wasn't having it. He pushed forward, driving Carter's head back. He forced all four inches (10 cm) into the wet and warm mouth, forcing the kid's tongue down under the shaft. Then, a moment later, is knees bent slightly as the first of four bursts exploded from the tip of his dick. He held the boy firmly by the head for several minutes as the waves of pleasure washed over him. Once spent, he leaned back and smiled as the older boy swallowed his cum, just as his cousin had made him do a half hour ago.
"That was great, thanks, Landon," Duane said. "Okay if I use your bathroom?"
Carter hadn't even noticed until then that his peer had a private bathroom attached to his bedroom. But Landon was done with his cousin.
"Grab your clothes and use the one across the hall," he said as he moved to open the door to his room. "Glad you enjoyed it." Not allowing his cousin to dress first, he grabbed a wrist and pushed the pantsless boy into the hall before closing and locking his bedroom door. Kicking his nearly naked cousin out made his dick grow a bit harder.
"My turn now," he said as he turned back to Carter. "Then we'll talk business." He removed his pants and boxers and lifted his pillow against the headboard of his bed. He sat, his legs spread wide and his now fully erect dick pointing towards the ceiling fan, but soon realized, he could debase the boy even further. "I want you naked. Take everything off."
Carter hated this, but did as he was told. He stripped and dropped his clothes on the floor. Then he had to crawl between the outstretched legs in order to get into position. It was awkward and uncomfortable, not to mention humiliating. But getting the money so he could start building the business would take out some of the sting of what he'd agreed to. He was now on hands and knees as he took Landon's dick into his mouth. He was greeted with a soft moan as he started. But no matter what he did, the seconds ticked into minutes, and Landon still didn't cum.
"My arms are getting tired," he muttered as he lifted his face up. "My mouth too."
Just then there was a noise as someone tried to open the door to the bedroom. "Landon, I left my phone in there," Duane asked through the door after finding it was locked. "Can I come in?"
"Let him in, that will give you a minute or two to rest," Landon ordered. He enjoyed seeing the kid's face turn an even darker shade of red.
Horribly embarrassed, Carter went to the door. Duane was wide-eyed as the naked boy let him in.
"Hey, Carter, wait in the hall for a minute. I want to talk to my cousin. It'll give you time to rest your poor, tired muscles."
Carter looked both ways. The hallway was empty, and he couldn't be seen unless someone came up the steps. Still, he'd be standing totally naked in the Kelly house. What if Mr. Kelly came by to see his son?
"Close the door," Landon said to his cousin as Carter stepped into the hall. "Is anyone upstairs?"
"No, and it's a good thing too. You left him out there naked." The boy walked over to the counter and grabbed his phone.
"I'm going to let you watch. Maybe you'll learn something. He's a lot better at giving blowjobs than you are."
"You mean I have to give you more? I thought it was just today."
"Maybe. I'm thinking about hiring you. Just for the summer. You'll work with Carter, and I'll have him blow you several times. For every two you get from him, you give me one."
"Uh, I don't know. I don't want to work." Duane was slightly overweight, and his arms and legs had none of the definition that comes from playing sports, working out, or doing physical labor.
"Come on now, you wouldn't want your dad to find out you paid me with a blowjob just so you could get one from him." The look on his cousin's face was all he needed to know. He now owned his cousin as well as Carter Boyd. Dominating other kids this way was such an incredible turn-on.
"Let him back inside," Landon ordered. "Watch how he does it. I expect better from you in the future." He smiled as his cousin frowned.
Happy to be back in the room instead of naked in the hall, Carter left the door open, waiting for Duane to leave. But Landon told him to close and lock it. "Duane will be watching, and hopefully learning. You've had long enough to rest. Get back to work before my dick goes soft." Not that there was any chance of that. Dominating the two boys, humiliating them in front of each other was all he needed to keep it hard.
This time, it didn't take more than a few minutes before Carter's mouth was filled with a few small bursts of cum, far less than he'd had to swallow yesterday. And then he knew he'd been set up. He wondered how many times Duane had sucked off his cousin before he arrived.
"Stay naked until we are done," Landon directed when Carter picked up his boxers. He dressed to drive home his authority over the kid.
"Dad liked the idea, and he will fund it. As soon as I have the money, you can start buying the equipment needed. I'll get my father to designate the next area he is going to log and get you in there first. I'll pay you and Duane here eight dollars an hour each. He will be here for one of our three weekly meetings. You can bring along the third boy."
"Wait a second," Carter began. "You don't pay me, I run the business. And I, uh, don't think he's, uh, strong enough to do the work."
"No. Have a look at the contract you signed." Landon slid his copy over to the naked boy next to him. "See here where it says, "If my father, Alvin Kelly, accepts the idea and funds it, you owe me 3 blowjobs a week until I turn sixteen. And I can choose to have another boy for one of the three and have you pick another boy for the third if I want. It doesn't say anything about you owning the company. Dad wants me to run it."
To say the least, Carter was stunned. He pulled out his own copy of the contract to see if it read the same. It did. He'd trusted Landon. A stupid thing to do. He'd given away his idea, the business he wanted to own and run. Except he hadn't given it away. He was obligated to suck the rich teen's dick as much as three times a week for the next two and a half years.
"I guess you're a bit surprised," Landon said. But his tone didn't indicate he had any sympathy for the boy he'd just screwed over. "But you did sign it. And you still owe me a blowjob. Either come back with a boy you choose, or I'll call one of my friends over."
"You, you ..." Carter hissed. "You cheated me. You can't get away with this."
"Oh, but I already have," Landon simply stated. "You've already blown me twice, and Duane here once. I reckon you aren't too proud of that and wouldn't like for a lot of people to know about it. Besides, who would ever trust you again if you failed to keep the agreement you signed."
"There has to be a way to tear up this bullshit contract. I'll find it, trust me."
"Think on it for a day. When you come back tomorrow with the boy you want to suck, if you have a good enough plan, I'll accept it. But to be fair, it has to come with another killer idea like this one that I can use to show my dad that I can run a business."
"Is that what all this was for? Just a way to make you look good to your old man?"
"Pretty much, yeah. But getting sucked off was a pretty important part of it too. Keep those two things in mind if you come back with a better offer." Landon got up and grabbed Carter's clothes. "You two get out of here. You've gone and gotten me all sweaty and I need to take a shower." He walked over to the door to his room and tossed the clothing out into the hallway. As he closed the door behind the two boys, he suddenly realized he'd missed an opportunity to further humiliate the teen. He could have tossed his clothing out the window instead of into the hallway. Oh well, maybe next time.
"Are you going to blow me again next time we meet?" Duane had the balls to ask as Carter was pulling on his clothes in the hall outside Landon's room.
Carter wanted to punch the boy, but he knew that would be an even bigger mistake. Bigger than giving away his dream to run his own profitable business. The idea stolen by Landon Kelly. He ignored the plump boy still standing next to him in the hall and finished dressing. Landon had not only taken his future away; he'd tossed him naked out into the hallway. Anyone could have come by to see him.
Carter Boyd's footsteps were little explosions as he went down the steps, fighting to keep his anger under control. His mind was too filled with hate to even formulate a plan. All he wanted to do was get out of the Kelly house, get across the bridge, and back home.
***
He was still locked in his own thoughts as he tramped down the road. At the end of the bridge was the store, and just beyond that the law office of Mr. Bryce Mackey who was handling the MAC sign-up papers this year on behalf of the Trust. As he passed, he literally ran into Andy Dunn, knocking the younger boy on his ass.
"I'm sorry," he said as he extended a hand to help pull the kid up. He knew Andy. The tall thin kid didn't look happy. "It was my fault entirely. I, uh, I'm having a bad day. Did I hurt you?"
"No, I've had worse falls on my dad's boat." Andy ran a hand through his hair, but the black hairs refused to stay in place. "A bad day, huh? I've had a few of those. I'll listen if you want to talk about it. It's better than running down other folks you meet. Some of them might take offense."
"I," he paused. "I don't think I want to talk about it." But then he realized he did. He needed to get it off his chest or he really would do something stupid or hurt someone. "You just came out of Mr. Mackey's office. Were you there for, you know, the MAC?"
"I signed up a couple of days ago. When I'm not helping out on my father's boat, I'm here in the office running errands for Mr. Mackey. Did you want to sign up?"
"No!" Then he softened his tone. "But I may have to."
"Nobody has to. If you need the money, that's one thing. Or if you broke a law. Other than that, there is no mandate for joining in. Tell me about it."
Once Carter began, he couldn't stop. The fact that Andy Dunn admitted he had already signed-up for the MAC changed everything. He was a grade below him at school, but the kid had a reputation of being poor, but honest and hardworking and always got excellent grades in all his classes. If Andy Dunn was going into the MAC, he'd be doing it seriously. Any kid about to become a Tailer wouldn't be shocked about a little cock sucking.
Carter told the younger boy about his idea, the contract, how he was now forced to suck Landon's dick on a regular basis for years to come. He went through it all, not even noticing that Andy didn't ask a single question or stop him at any time.
"And that's why I was not paying attention and ran you down. Again, I'm sorry," Carter finished. "Hey, where are we?" He hadn't even noticed that Andy had been leading him as they walked.
"My house. I have a meeting soon with Tim McCoy, but I want to see if I can help you first. Let me see that contract."
Andy had just started reviewing the contract when his brother showed up.
"Hey, it's time for you to practice," a younger boy said as he came out of the house. He had a wooden box in his hands.
"Not now Sim, go away." Andy didn't look up. "That's Sim, my brother."
"Hi Sim," Carter said. His anger had melted away after telling his story. Now he was trying to be polite. "What's in the box?"
"The stuff Andy is supposed to be practicing with. It's my job to make sure he does." The boy opened it.
"Shit, that's a uh, training box," Carter said with surprise.
"Sim! Put that away. I said not now and I meant it." Andy looked up when he heard Carter.
"I'm sorry," Carter found himself saying again, although this time he wasn't sure why. Andy's face was bright red. From anger, perhaps, but he sensed it was more likely embarrassment.
Sim complained and said something about telling their pa, but then he ran off.
"Not your fault. I think he showed it to you on purpose. The little runt enjoys his job a bit too much. I guess you know what it's for."
"Yeah," Carter muttered. He got an image in his mind of Sim pushing one of the wooden pegs into Andy's butt. It caused a mild stirring in his groin.
"Let's get back to this." Andy held the contract out to him. "First, there is no exclusivity clause in it. That means you can open your own business doing the same thing for one of the other loggers. Only if you do, we need to talk to Mr. Mackey about how to file for a patent. Then Landon could only use your idea on his dad's logging company, and if we get a patent, maybe not even there unless he paid you a royalty."
"You know about this kind of stuff? I didn't know what I was doing. I just wanted to establish a business. My business. I kind of fucked it up."
"Yeah, I have some knowledge. I want to be a lawyer someday. Entering MAC is my ticket for that dream. I hang out at Mr. Mackey's law office whenever I have free time and am slowly learning stuff. And yes, you did fuck up. Royally."
"Is the contract enforceable? Can I get out of the blow jobs?"
"Legally, no, it isn't enforceable. No adults signed it, just you and Landon. But this is Alan's Beach. Agreements and handshakes are a way of doing business. If you just stop performing the terms of this, you'll really screw up your life. Nobody will trust you."
"Yeah, I know that. Look, I don't want to put you off what you need to do to reach your goals, but can you help? You talked about writing a new contract with another logger. And a patent.
"I don't know much about patents, I'm not sure if you can patent an idea. But I can ask Mr. Mackey. As far as opening up your business with another logger, you still would be bound to the terms of the contract you signed with Landon. And unless you could get another logger to fund you, there is only one way for you to get the money you are going to need to get started. My opinion is that none of the loggers will even talk to you. You're only thirteen. You can't work full time. And you need to start off owing money. To get your foot in the door outside of Alan's Beach, you are going to need a lot more than you have going for you."
"So I don't have any choice. I have to enter MAC Day this year." Disappointment sounded in his voice.
"You do have one other choice. Work for Landon Kelly under the terms of the contract you signed. Or we can try to get him to change it. You said that he was kind of open for that."
"If I had an even better idea for a company. He's trying to show his dad that he can run a business. That's why he stole my idea."
"Look, I agree, he stole your idea. But my advice is that you stop using that word. You can't prove he did it -- you signed the contract. But if you don't want to work for him, yeah, the only choice I see is not just entering the MAC, but winning one of the top prizes. And even then, your parents would have to spend the money they get to buy you the equipment you need.
I'd rather take my chances with getting votes than ever work for Landon. I guess I'll have to go back and fill out the forms. My parents will be pissed that I screwed up, but they will support my decision."
"I can put off Sim for a little while longer," Andy said. "If you are going to sign up, let's first go to Landon and tell him you won't work for him and that you are going to enter MAC to get what you need and compete with him. I want to see how he reacts. Just one thing though. Let me do the talking. You will get angry, and then say stuff I don't want you to say. Nothing good ever comes from other people knowing what you really want. Being private and low-key is best and I can manage that better than you."
Mason visited the law offices of Mr. Bryce Mackey and checked the binder with the application forms. There were only two so far in the youngest age bracket, Bret Mackey and Shane O'Brien. His cousin, Levi, had not yet added his name to the list. He'd been here the first day and Mr. Mackey asked him if he was there to sign up himself. The man explained that there were generally not a lot of 11-year-old kids who wanted to join the MAC and he'd be a sure winner.
Mason guessed that Levi might be spending his time trying to persuade other kids to sign up before him. If that failed, he might try to scare a few into it. There was no rule against that, but it wasn't considered fair play and attempting it might get him a lot of votes. However, if there were only 3 boys in their age group entered, his cousin would become a Tailer even if he didn't get a single vote.
"Why so much interest in the signup sheets?" Mr. Mackey asked him.
"I'm just curious," he responded.
"Are you sure you don't want to enter? We could always use more boys in that group."
"No sir, I'm not going to," he said. "But I was expecting someone else would have signed up by now." He actually was feeling a bit bad about tricking his cousin into losing the bet. At the same time, he was looking forward to the blowjobs and fucks he'd be entitled to once Levi became a Tailer. "What about Sim Dunn? He's eleven, and I see his brother Andy signed up."
"No, Simon is going to wait a year like most boys your age do. The three years as a Tailer is kind of a disincentive even though they do get more protection in the first year than the older boys do. Getting a, uh, coach isn't as important at first as it is when you are 12 or 13."
Mason had completely forgotten about that. A dildo coach was what the kids at school called them. It was someone who taught them how to be fucked. But he didn't believe all the stuff kids said about the subject.
"What exactly does a dildo coach do?" he asked, hoping to get an answer he could trust.
"I think that's a question for you to ask your father," Mr. Mackey chuckled.
***
While Mason was asking his question, his cousin was thinking about the same thing. He'd waited until this morning to tell his dad he lost a bet and had to sign up. He was hoping his dad would say he wasn't allowed to, bet or no bet. But that hadn't been the case.
"I told you that someday all those bets were going to come back and bite you in the ass," his father scolded. "I never thought it would be so literal though. Did he cheat or was it a fair bet?"
"If he cheated, I can't figure out how. Can you get me out of it?" Being naked on stage would be a nightmare. But what was even worse was that if somehow, he became a finalist, he would be fucked three times! With all of his friends, and enemies, watching.
"Well, I guess you can refuse to honor the bet," Dad speculated. "That carries its own penalties. Does anyone besides Levi know you lost the bet?"
"Yeah, two of my friends, Derrick O'Brien and Noah McGill were there. Plus two of his friends, Davy Boyle and Cliff McCoy."
"Well, unlike his side of the family, we don't have much of a reputation. We're better off than a lot of the westside Mackeys, but that's about it. You have to decide how people would treat you if you backed out of a bet you lost."
"I've never done that. Neither has Mason. He offered to let me out, but I said I'd do it." It wasn't so much his reputation that made him accept the bet. It was that he won the majority of the bets and didn't want to give his cousin an easy out if there was one he didn't like. Maybe it was time to rethink that.
"Of course, it could really change your life," his father continued. "You may not be interested in girls yet, but soon you will be. Girls are going to be looking for someone who can support them better than I'm doing for your mom. Don't get me wrong, your mom is a wonderful wife and a damn good mother, and she has never complained about how we live. But there are times I wish I hadn't been so scared of MAC Day."
That caused Levi to pause. He did have a girlfriend. Well, sort of. He had held hands with Louise Boyle at a movie. That had to count for something. But she had commented on having to pay for her own popcorn and drink. She had clearly expected him to pay for the whole deal. Which he was unable to afford. He'd bought her ticket at least.
"And getting jobs could be harder too." His dad was still coming up with reasons why he couldn't just refuse to not do the bet. "People won't hire kids they can't trust. Alan's Beach is a small town. If you quit on the bet, everyone will know it."
"Okay, okay, I have to go through with it," Levi groaned. "What about, you know, the butt stuff?"
"My brother used your grandpa's training kit. I guess he still has it. He wouldn't let me see it. A friend of his was picked to be his coach. I can ask him if you can borrow it, I guess. But I think Mr. Bryce Mackey will have some as well. The Adult Council normally collects them all back after MAC Day, to hand out to the following year's contestants."
"You're a year older than Uncle Theo, right?" His dad nodded. "Did you ever see him, uh, being trained? And how come you weren't his coach?"
"Theo thought both of us should compete in MAC Day, but I didn't want to. And normally, the coaching job goes to a younger brother. Besides, your uncle and I, uh, had some differences then. But yeah, I saw the dildos."
"Dildo's?" Levi was at a loss.
"It will make a lot more sense when you see the training box. Who are you going to ask to be your coach? Mason?"
"No way in hell!" His father didn't respond to his outburst. Levi pondered the question but didn't come up with an answer. "Did you ever uh, do stuff when Uncle Theo was a Tailer?"
"There is an unwritten rule against talking about stuff we did when we were kids," his father said softly.
Levi didn't miss the pinkish glow that spread across his father's face. He assumed his dad did make use of his brother and wondered what it was like. He was only going to know it from the wrong end.
"I guess you need to find someone who knows what to do to be your coach. Someone you really trust. Mason wouldn't be that bad a choice."
"No, never, not him. I couldn't. I've heard stuff about it, but I don't know how much was true."
"Tony McGill's oldest boy went through it two years ago. You've met Tyler, his middle boy. He's the same age as you. We're cousins, even as distant as our families are. Tony's a good man, I trust him. If he says Tyler knows what needs to be done, I can ask for you if you want. They don't live more than a five-minute bike ride from here."
"No. It should be me asking, not you. I know Tyler from school. He's okay. I'll stop by and talk with him later today. I guess I need to go and sign the sheet. Do you have to be there with me?"
"I think most dad's do go with their boys, but then most kids aren't there because they lost a bet. There's a parent permission signature needed, but I can go later and take care of that. I'll come if you want, but it doesn't sound like you want me there."
"Not that I don't want you, it just would make me feel like a little kid needing his daddy."
"Okay, I get it. I'll go and sign the permission form later. But I'll call my brother now and see if we can borrow the training box."
***
An hour later, Levi opened the binder containing the Application Forms. The first section was for the eleven-year-old boys. And there were only two forms in it: Bret Mackey and Shane O'Brien.
"Ah, you're the one," Mr. Bryce Mackey said with a smile.
"What one?"
"Your cousin has been here twice looking to see if you had entered. I was wondering who he was waiting for."
"I lost a stupid bet." He had the pen in his hand, but he still stared at the form. What if he was the last boy his age to sign up?
"What if nobody else signs up?" he asked.
"Then the one who gets the most votes will win the first-place prize. Thirty dollars a week to him and three hundred to his parents until he turns 18. The other wins the second-place prize."
"Yeah, but I'll be a Tailer. And I'll be one for three years!"
"That's true, but the first year has a lot of limits on how often and who can use you that the older boys don't get. And you get the money for an extra year."
His hand was shaking. He'd thought about it. He'd talked to his dad about it. There was no way out of this. He completed the Application form and signed his name on the bottom.
"If I change my mind, can this be crossed out?" he asked.
"The reason has to be approved by the B.C. (The Boys Council). It has happened, but not often." The B.C. was the administrative arm of the ABC (the Alan's Beach Boys Club). The BC organized and ran MAC Day, membership lists of the ABC and those entitled to use the Tailers. They exercised considerable influence on the lives of the tween and teen boys who lived in their small town and could only be ignored at enormous peril.
"Thanks anyway," Levi said as he set the pen down on the table and closed the binder. It was done. He was entered in this year's MAC Day. And probably would become a Tailer too. "My dad will get the permission form done later today."
He left the office feeling slightly punchy as he headed for Tyler McGill's house.
"Hey Levi," his distant cousin called from the side yard as he rode his bike up the driveway. "What brings you here? I haven't seen you since school let out."
"I kind of need to ask you something. Something private." He nodded to Tyler's two brothers. Max was the older one at fourteen, and Jason was ten.
"If you wanted to ask about Max, he's filled his quota for today," Tyler said. "You're not the first kid he has turned away. With less than a month to go, he is only meeting the minimum requirements now."
"No, this is about something different. Something I need to ask you." Levi couldn't look his cousin in the eye.
"Okay, we'll go to the fort. That's where Max takes his customers." He headed across the backyard. "We'll be in the fort talking about something private," he said to his two brothers as they passed.
Max laughed, making Levi blush. But at least the older boy didn't say anything.
"Okay, what's so important?" The fort was actually a small log cabin. It had a roof and a floor, and a window that was covered with dirty and torn newspaper. There was a wooden frame with a short mattress on it and three chairs. Tyler chose one and Levi took one across from it.
"Did Max use a uh, training box before his MAC Day appearance?"
"Hell yes. He was twelve, that meant that guys as old as fourteen could fuck him. Why do you ask?"
"Do you know anything about it? Did you help?"
"I was nine then, same as you. Fred Boyle helped with the training. He was ten then, and I think he might be entering this year. I hope so, because he may want me to be his coach." Tyler paused. "You know from talk at school how the training is done. And yeah, I was there to watch some of it. It convinced me to never sign up. But Dad thinks I should next year, so maybe I will."
"I lost a bet to Mason. I have to sign up this year, and I need a coach," Levi mumbled as he stared at the floor.
"Oh," Tyler stated. The room was silent for a few seconds. "You know, coaches, even within immediate families, get "privileges" for their effort. You know... to your mouth and ass. Well, your ass -- but only after well into your training period. You need the practice sucking cock and getting fucked you see. Maybe a dildo coach doesn't get as many privileges as a campaign director, but still. And our families are like five generations separated."
"I don't need a manager. I don't want any votes." Levi was torn by the words his cousin had used -- privileges to his mouth and ass. He knew what was meant by it. He just didn't know what a fair offer was. One blowjob? He'd heard kids in school say a lot of stuff. But he knew that most of them were as uninformed as he was, and he didn't expect that much of what they said was true.
"You still want me?" Tyler asked. "Or would you rather talk to Max and let him guide you? I think he would. Either way, I'd have to ask him exactly what I would need to do. Do you have a dildo box?"
"My dad's getting one from Uncle Theo or Mr. Bryce Mackey I think. I've never seen one."
"You won't like what you see. And you are going to get votes. Unless you can find a way to get kids to vote for someone else. Again, my brother might have more ideas them me. I don't know much more about it than you do."
"Yeah, I still want you. I trust you. Call your brother. I guess I want to hear what he says."
Tyler was gone for five long, stressful minutes. When he returned, he had both of his brothers with him, not just Max.
"If you want to have Tyler help you, I want Jason there too," Max announced. "He'll be Ty's coach next year when he signs up. And I'll be there for the first session or two to show them how to work with you."
Shit, Levi said to himself. Not only would Tyler be involved, but both of his brothers. Including the ten-year-old. "Do I have to like pay all three of you?" he asked.
"Me? Nothing. I'll only be there to get it started correctly. The rest is between you and Tyler. But Jason will have the shitty part of the job, so he should get something too."
"What should I ask for?" Tyler asked his older brother.
"Don't ask at all. Either demand, or let him make an offer. You guys are related, so keep that in mind. Levi's got the gift of the gab, so maybe he's got some Irish in his background. Keep that in mind too. You don't have to charge him anything. It is really up to the two of you to work it out."
"How about a blowjob," Levi suggested. "No, two for you, and one for Jason."
"How often?" the middle brother asked, smiling broadly. "Three times a week would work for me."
"No way am I doing it that often. Maybe I should follow my dad's advice and pick Mason to coach me."
Tyler didn't want to miss out. He'd have done it for a blowjob. His cousin was known as a good negotiator, but it wasn't showing right now. He knew Levi was desperate and vulnerable. "Okay, two for me and one for Jason each Friday until MAC Day. That's only a few times. But I also want one other thing to make my training more personal, if you know what I mean. You know, after your training has progressed a bit."
"Yeah," Levi moaned. "You want to fuck me?"
"Hey, I want that too," Jason's shrill voice sounded for the first time.
"Shit. Okay, I guess." Levi looked to Max. "If that's okay with you. Or do I need to tell your parents?"
"I'd recommend you don't tell anyone, and I will make sure that neither of my brothers brag about it. It sounds like you have a deal. You should get started as soon as possible. You don't have much time to go through the process. But you're eleven so, that isn't a real concern. Tomorrow, here, same time?"
"Yeah, I guess," Levi said. He got up to leave.
Andy Dunn and Carter Boyd sat in chairs reserved for `real' clients in the law office of Mr. Bryce Mackey III. The man was reading the contract Carter and Landon had both signed. It wouldn't take long.
Andy Dunn was completely comfortable now with being here and in the presence of the great man himself. But it hadn't always been that way. Over a year ago, the then 11-year-old had made a choice about his future career. That decision alone might have been sufficient for most children his age, but Andy wanted more. He needed to understand what the career really involved. He had seen all the legal shows on television, but guessed like all Hollywood productions, they weren't anything like the true reality. Then one day at school they learned about the concept of apprentices and how in the olden days boys his age were sent off to learn about their future trade from the ground up by being "apprenticed" to an experienced practitioner in that business. It didn't work that way today, but Andy thought the concept certainly was a good one. He started making enquiries around town and discovered that the undisputed leader of the legal profession in Alan's Beach was Bryce Mackey III. So he approached the man with a deal he hoped, he couldn't refuse. He told Mr. Mackey of his career intensions and ask if he could hang around the law office after school and in his free time. He would make coffee, run errands, and even help clean up -- all for free. Andy explained that he didn't want any wages, but hoped to learn something about the law. Mr. Mackey laughed at first, never having had an offer like this before, and he tried to talk the boy out of the idea. But Andy was insistent, and in the end the lawyer agreed, knowing that after a few days, the boy would quickly learn how boring the legal profession really was and disappear. That had been over six months ago and Andy still hung out at the office whenever he could.
"Hmm," the man said as he handed it back. "I can see all kinds of ways that can be interpreted." Andy asked about a patent for the idea you had. "Unfortunately, unless it uses a new device created specifically for something, ideas can't be protected. What you have sounds like a very good idea, but it is still a logging operation."
He paused as Carter got ready to speak, and held up one finger. "Andy also asked about the concept of an exclusive contract, one that prevents others from using your idea outside of their own property. That is not easy to write, and would be challenged, but I would like to help you with that. Now, tell me what you want to accomplish. Why, specifically, are you here?"
Andy started to answer Mr. Mackey's question, but the man politely asked him to let Carter explain it in his own words. "We're not conducting a trial here."
"Can I say stuff that you can't make happen?" Carter asked. "I don't want to waste your time, or mine."
"Yes, only don't get deep into details. I just want to have a good idea of what options are available and then we can decide which are feasible."
"I want out of this contract," Carter began. "I don't want Landon to be able to develop my idea and use it to impress his dad. And I want to own this business. Hire who I want, and run it. I plan on making it successful enough to live on, once I'm old enough to leave my parent's house. Those are the three main points."
"First off, getting out of the contract, from a legal point of view is simple. It isn't enforceable. But here in Alan's Beach there are social consequences that come into play." Mr. Mackey paused, considering how to best address the other two things Carter wanted.
"In a simple world, you would just go into business competing with Landon Kelly and proving you are better at the same job. However, the problem there is that you would not be competing against just Landon. Mr. Kelly is funding his son, and could help him get contracts. You would first have to get the money needed to get started."
"That's why I'm entering the MAC. I need to win the first-place prize. Then my parents could use the money they get from that as collateral to get a loan. At least then Landon and I would be on even ground."
"Mostly correct, but between school and being a Tailer, you'd be restricted in how many hours you could work. Also, every new company learns that there are expenses they hadn't anticipated. For Landon, he's got a rich daddy. You don't. But there may be a way, we'll circle back to that in a minute."
He paused, knowing the boy was not going to like what he had to say next. "Your third point, earning enough money to support you. What about a wife and kids? How sure are you that the idea will be profitable enough to accomplish that?" He again held up a finger as Carter wanted to speak. "I'm sure that you are positive. But consider this. If we can get you out of the contract, you still enter and try to win a prize in the MAC. You save up your money and come up with another idea. Maybe go to college. You are a smart kid, and you know what you want. I get it, this is your dream. But there are other businesses that you could run. And by the time you are eighteen, you'd have enough money to get one going without starting with a mountain of debt."
Carter knew the man was being honest. He'd already thought of that approach himself. "I understand, but to me, it is what I want. No offense, but I want to work outside, not in an office wearing a suit like you."
"No offense taken," Mr. Mackey said smiling. "Okay, I've heard what you want. Now let's see how to turn them from wants, into plans. I don't think that I can really help you much professionally. As I said, the contract is only good if you care about your reputation." He saw the boy's shoulder sag. "Don't get discouraged. Just because I don't think I can help as a lawyer; doesn't mean I don't have a thought or two. Andy can help too. Here is what I think you should try."
For the next hour, the adult and the two boys listened and practiced. When they'd gone over it twice, with both boys playing the parts they would need to play, he said enough.
"I think this has no better than a fifty-fifty shot at working," Mr. Mackey announced. "Let Andy do most of the talking. That doesn't sound like a lot, but remember, there is no price for failure except for what you pay if you do nothing and honor the contract you signed. Maybe, with some luck, you can get out of it. But you will need a good campaign manager. And, more importantly, you need to focus on your goal and not get discouraged about becoming a Tailer."
"And you can get me into Lansing Timber?" Carter asked.
"I golf tomorrow with Steve Lansing. He owns the company. I don't usually use a caddy, but tomorrow I will -- you. Steve is very bright. He has some distant relations with people here in Alan's Beach, and I expect he knows a fair amount about our MAC Day." Mr. Mackey turned to his apprentice. "You will be Mr. Lansing's caddy. Both of you, concentrate on the golf game only. When we are done, I will arrange lunch for us. I will sit back and let you make your pitch. Andy, you should do most of the talking, but let Carter discuss any personal detail. If you present it just as we practiced, I think it might work."
"I don't know anything about golf except that you use a club to hit a ball into a hole," Carter confessed.
"I've played miniature golf, but that's about all I know," Andy added.
Mr. Lansing will know this is something I arranged. Your job will be mostly just carrying his clubs and handing him the one he asks for. Don't distract him during the game. Afterword, he will at the very least listen to you."
***
The following day, the two boys discovered that being a caddy was hard work. Carrying around the heavy bag of clubs was one thing, but they had to clean the head after each stroke and on occasion rake sand inside the traps. They were thankful when the game was finally over, and even more grateful to get paid $10 each, something they hadn't expected.
The lunch at the clubhouse was fantastic, and when it was done, Mr. Mackey told Lansing of the real reason for the presence of the two caddies.
Andy did most of the talking, going over the important points of Carter's offer just as they had practiced. And when all the questions had been answered, this paid off a lot better than the morning's work of being a caddy.
"You and your father come to my office tomorrow," Mr. Lansing said as he pushed back his chair. "I will draw up the contract just as you have asked. You can bring it back to Bryce's office for his review and then sign it. He will get it to me." Then he looked sharply at Carter.
"Everything hinges on you winning the MAC thing. Yes, I know a little about it. The contract will state that it goes into effect only upon you proving that you will have the resources to repay the loan, and it will recognize that you might come into a windfall of money. Without that, the paper will be worthless."
"I can only promise that I will do my very best," Carter said.
"That is the answer I wanted to hear. You didn't give me a weak maybe, or promise something you may not be able to deliver. But trying hard, doing your best, that is something I like about you. I'll see you tomorrow, and good luck. And if there is anything I can do to help, let Bryce know. I really want to stick it to Alvin Kelly. That SOB has gotten away with too much in the past. He'll have to suck it up and make a deal with me to have your company on his logging claims. I can't believe that no one thought of your idea before, it's a damn good one. But without the contract being in force, he'll have the advantage." Mr. Lansing pushed back his chair and stood up. He shook hands with the two boys, nodded to Mr. Mackey, and left.
Carter Boyd had signed the forms as soon as he and Andy Dunn had returned from the meeting with one of the outside lumber company owners. He had a contract, but to enforce it, he needed to enter MAC Day. Not just enter, but win. He might make it if he finished in second place, but his goal was to be the top vote-getter among the 13-year-old entrants.
To be continued...