Date: Thu, 2 Mar 2023 12:15:33 -0600
From: Michael Perry <1mikeperry@gmail.com>
Subject: Alans Beach - More Mackey Tails Chapter 7

Alan's Beach – More Mackey Tails

Written by Sarge AKA Aldric: (pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com); Charles Well:
(charleswell@tutanota.com); and David Thornton:
(davidthornton70@tutanota.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.

Chapter 7 - 24 Days before the MAC – The Campaigns

Meeting – Tom Kelly's house

Andy and Tim approached the front of the Kelly residence. This was the
house of 11-year-old Tom Kelly who was in the 6th grade at South Valley
Elementary. His dad owned the fish cannery near the small harbor at Alan's
Beach. Tom was a leader, captain of the under 12 baseball team, and rumor
had it, that he had the moves on the basketball court too. Popular, without
being obnoxious, the kid had established his own small voting bloc in the
run-up to MAC Day. Before getting to the front door, Tim stopped and pulled
Andy aside.

"Remember, let me do the talking. If he asks for a blowjob, give him the
best one you know how to give and swallow all his stuff, if he makes any."

The front door opened before Tim could knock, and an athletic,
good-looking, fair-haired boy, dressed in fashionable cargo shorts and
T-shirt, smiled at them before stepping out and closing the door behind
him.

"Hi Andy, Tim. Come round the back. I've got a tree house out there that
will give us some privacy for our discussion."

Reaching the back yard, Andy and Tim looked in awe at the tree house
suspended about 20 feet (6 meters) up and secured to the thick branches of
a huge oak. From the outside it looked like a small house, complete with a
balcony that ran the length of one side. It was obvious that the place had
been built by professional carpenters, not a bunch of small kids. Like the
surrounding house itself, the treehouse was intended to impress.

Tom led them up the stairs and let them in. Inside, the space was open plan
with lots of light and tasteful colors. A comfortable looking couch faced a
large screen TV which was mounted on the wall.  Large bean bags rested on
either side and Andy noticed some controllers for a gaming
console. Crossing to the kitchenette space, Tom opened a bar fridge and
pulled out some cans of soda. Moving back to the lounge area, he took a
seat.

"This is one amazing place," said Tim as he looked around in awe. "Your
treehouse is almost bigger and actually better equipped than my entire
house." There was a touch a jealousy in Tim's voice.

Eleven-year-old Tom Kelly ignored the comment. "Take a bean bag, guys. You
wanted to talk about votes for your MAC Day appearance?"

Andy looked at Tim, allowing him to answer. "That's right. We're hoping to
have your support. Andy is going for first place."

"Am I the first person you've met with?"

"Yes, you are."

Tom looked between them. "I now control 14 votes. I will give you a list of
the names if we reach an agreement. If we do, the 14 guys in my bloc will
vote for you in the 12-year-old age category. In return, my guys will
expect to have priority with blowjobs and fucks for your term of service,
Andy. I also want a little compensation myself for organizing the voting
bloc. Not to seem harsh, because I like you, but I'll want a blowjob before
you leave today, as ... payment for having this meeting ... and a few more
between now and MAC Day. Two a week will work for me. Also, I'll want my
name on the list to fuck you on stage on the big day. And finally, I'll be
wanting 5 fucks or blowjobs a week for your term of service ... that won't
count against your daily quota. Those will be private and just between us."

Andy bristled with resentment for a few moments. Where did this take-charge
attitude come from? The kid was only 11 after all, and the same age as his
brother, Sim. Andy had seen Tom around the cannery when helping his dad
make deliveries there. This side of him was something Andy hadn't seen
before.

Tim spoke into the suddenly awkward silence, shooting Andy a quick warning
glare before returning his attention to Tom.

"Those requests seem reasonable." In fact, Tim was surprised. He had
expected a tougher negotiation. He had no illusion that a discussion with
Scott Mackey would be quite a different matter ... which is why they would
be speaking to him last.

"But ... I think 5 fucks or blowjobs is too much. Andy still has to focus
on school work and helping his dad out on the boat. How about ... 2 a
week?"

Tom smiled. "You know, I've spoken to a few people. Older boys. They tell
me I should be asking for unrestricted use. I could be asking for that, but
I'm trying to be fair."

"I appreciate that, but I have to look out for Andy. Tailers put up with a
lot when they serve."

Tom nodded. "If Andy achieves first place, he'll be rewarded for that
sacrifice. No doubt you will want to speak to others and see what deals
they might offer. But as far as I know, I'm running the only voting bloc
with the 6th graders at South Valley. I've got many of the boys in my class
signed-up with me, and they are all looking forward to seeing their first
MAC Day next month. I'll be rounding them up and making sure they are all
properly registered and turn up on the day. So the votes I'm offering
should be there."

Attendance at MAC Day was restricted to registered members of the ABC
(Alan's beach Boys Club).  To be a member, a boy needed to be between the
ages of 11 to 17 and must live permanently in Alan's Beach, or the
immediate surrounding areas. There was a registration process, and a form
to be completed and signed. The form also needed to be witnessed by an
existing club member to prove that the potential candidate actually lived
in Alan's Beach. Leadership and management of the ABC was undertaken by an
elected group of 8 older boys known as the Boys Council (BC).

"Thanks Tom. We have a couple of meetings and then Andy and I will get back
to you."

Tim gave Andy a meaningful look.

Trying not to show reluctance, Andy moved closer to Tom. "Would you like
that blow job now?"

All of the bravado and confidence seem to evaporate in the younger boy as
he nodded. Andy looked at him curiously and realized Tom didn't know what
to do next.

"Uh ... do you want me to ... get it out?"

"Oh! No ... that's okay ... I ... can do it."

Tom lifted up and shucked down his shorts and Spiderman briefs, his 3-inch
erection flicking up against his stomach with a soft slapping sound.

Andy leaned in and tentatively tasted it before taking it into his mouth
and beginning a rhythmic motion up and down, his tongue swirling around the
head and tightening the suction on the up strokes. The soft moans and gasps
from Tom let him know he was on the right track. Andy looked up quickly at
his face and noted the look of awe in his eyes and the slightly flushed
look, and wondered if this was his first blow job. Andy decided to do
something different this time. He needed this kid's support and he needed
to be serious about getting it. His fingers gently rubbed at the walnut
sized testicles in their smooth sack and was rewarded with a sharp gasp and
brief flexing in the rigid tool moving in his mouth.

Pressing down with his hands on the lounge, Tom was living the most amazing
experience of his young life. He'd heard talk among bigger boys at school
about blowjobs but because he wasn't yet an ABC member, he had never
experienced one. However, that status would change in a little over three
weeks from now, and like his dad, Tom was determined to make the most of
his Tailer privileges. His father had suggested the idea of creating the
voting bloc among his classmates, and was always pushing his son to be the
leader he needed to be. But if this was how a blowjob felt, he wanted
more. All of a sudden, he was grateful to his old man for pushing him into
this. Creating the bloc had involved a lot of work, phone calls, and visits
to his buddies over the past weeks, but all that work, like in business,
was now paying off. Tom preferred girls. He was definitely straight, but no
girl was opening her legs for him just then. Maybe when he was 14 or 15, he
would get that. In the meantime, having almost unrestricted access to the
ass and mouth of a Tailer for the next few years would cater to his sexual
needs. Needs that were now starting to dominate his life.

All too soon, the familiar rush overtook Tom and his thrusts became erratic
as the tingles exploded through his body like fireworks on the 4th of July.
Andy rode out the urgent thrusts and gently released the softening boner
from his mouth. Glancing at Tim, he flushed deeply at the noticeable
arousal tenting his friend's shorts.

Tom breathed raggedly as he pulled his underwear and shorts back up.

"Thanks Andy, that was amazing!"

Inwardly Andy smiled to himself at the enthusiasm, which reminded him of
Sim's excitability.

"Thanks Tom, we'll be in touch."

As they walked away to their next appointment, Tim looked at his
friend. "Are you okay?"

Andy thought for a moment and surprised himself when he realized he
actually was. Sure the morning had been rough, with some dildo training and
blowjobs, but Tim hadn't made fun of him. And giving Tom the blow job had
been ... satisfying.

"When you give me my next one, I want you to do that thing you did with Tom
and rub my balls too."

Andy blushed deeply and replied quietly. "Okay."

Tim looked at him and winked. Watching Andy give that blow job had made him
hard as steel in his shorts and it took an immense effort to push that
thought aside and focus on the next meeting.

Meeting – Horace Mackey's house

Horace "Tiny" Mackey lived in a large house near the South Valley
Elementary School. The doorbell was answered by a middle-aged lady who let
them in with a smile once they introduced themselves.

"Horace! You have friends here to see you!"

Tiny was a skinny, under-weight kid with curly black hair and brown
piercing eyes. Although he had been in Grade 8, the top class at South
Valley last school year, Tiny was still only 12-years-old. He had a
reputation of being super smart and had skipped a grade a few years
back. Even so, he did better, academically, than almost all the kids in his
class.

Tiny led them through the house and down a set of stairs to a large bedroom
and recreation area. Posters of MLB players decorated the walls and a large
screen entertainment center held a frozen image from a Final Fantasy
game. Tiny gestured to some low chairs for them to sit on.

"This is a nice set up." Tim commented, again with just the slightest hint
of jealousy.

"Thanks." Tiny smiled. "It took some talking to convince dad ... and a lot
of chores." He chuckled.

Tiny turned to Andy. "I was surprised you signed up for MAC Day. I thought
you were happy working your father's boat?"

"I like working with my dad, but ... it's not for me. I want to go to
college and get a degree. That takes money."

Tiny nodded. "I get it. So ... what are you offering?"

Tim answered for him. "We understand that you control 14 votes of the boys
from South Valley? Guys mostly from the three 8th grade classes at your
school. Have I got that right?"

"Yeah, 12 of them are from school and I have also lined up two of my
cousins to be part of our group. They're actually from the 7th grade, but
they didn't want to have anything to do with my other distant relative,
Scott. He's a bit of a prick you know."

"Okay," Tim nodded sagely. "Andy will have your name on the list for his
public fuckings on MAC Day. He's prepared to offer you blowjobs and fucks
for his term of service."

Tiny chuckled. "Of course – but how many?"

Tim smiled. "How many would you like?"

"Three times a week and they won't count towards his quota."

Tim nodded. "Is there anything else you'd like to add?"

"Once a month, Andy will participate in a public fucking session."

Tim saw Andy go rigid and shot him a warning glare.

Before Andy could say anything, Tim asked. "Where?"

"There's a place just down the beach not far from here. Nice and private
and away from the grown-ups."

"When you say public fuckings ... how many will Andy be expected to give?"

"I'm told that Tailers keep an appointment book to keep track of how often
they are used during their term of service. I'll ask that Andy reserve his
weekly quota ahead of those monthly sessions. He'll give his quota of
fuckings there."

Andy was in shock. No way did he want to do that. Part of him accepted that
he would be publicly penetrated in front of a large audience on MAC
Day. That was the price he was willing to pay, but it would be a onetime
only experience. Not once every month for the next two years. No way!
Besides, the maximum weekly quota for each Tailer was 10 fucks and 10
blowjobs per week. A total of 10 fucks at one time was impossible.

If Tiny saw the look of distress in Andy's eyes, he ignored it. "You've got
a dildo coach, right?"

Andy nodded numbly.

"I want to sit in on a session or two."

Tim looked at Tiny curiously. "Anything else?"

"You are aware that the official maximum weekly quota of each Tailer is 10
fucks and 10 blowjobs per week. I can't see any Tailer being able to give
10 fucks in one night. It'll kill him," Tim laughed. "We'll need more
negotiations on that."

Tiny nodded, but didn't otherwise comment on the issue. "If we agree on
terms, I'd also like to see what my guys are getting and try it out."

Tim grinned. "How many of each and how often?"

Hearing himself referred to in the third person while he was still sitting
there, like he was just an object, made Andy start to feel angry. The blood
rushing through his ears meant he missed the last part of the conversation
and suddenly Tiny was showing them out a side entrance to the basement.

Andy strode off angrily, aware there'd be some consequence but too furious
to care.

When Tim caught up to him, he could hear the frustration in his voice. "You
need to get your head in the game, Andy! Getting upset is not going to help
you. You signed up for this, you made a commitment. Don't be reacting like
that when we have these meetings. You need to trust me."

"That's easy for you to say while you barter over me like I'm some kind of
prime meat!"

"We're negotiating, Andy! What did you think would happen?"

"I expected to be consulted and shown some kind of respect!"

Tim had walked on a few paces before he realized Andy wasn't keeping pace
with him. He turned back to face him and sighed. Softening his tone. "Look,
I get it, okay? Nothing has been decided yet. We're still in the early part
of negotiations. You don't think so, but what we've negotiated so far is
actually very reasonable as first offers go. As we get closer to MAC Day
you need to be prepared to offer more. And we still have Scott Mackey to
deal with."

Tim could see Andy still wasn't mollified. "Scott Mackey isn't going to be
a pushover. Showing weakness in front of him would be a huge
mistake. Expect him to be a jerk, but you can't freak out like that in
front of him or there's no point in going to meet him. You asked me to be
your campaign manager. Now you have to trust me ... and trust our
friendship."

As they walked, Tim was concerned about his friend. Something about that
discussion with Tiny had struck a nerve and set him off. He would need to
get to the bottom of that and fast.

Meeting - Scott Mackey's House

Andy Dunn and Tim McCoy approached the large house for the third of the
arranged meetings about getting votes for Andy on MAC Day. Almost as soon
as they rang the doorbell, Scott Mackey was at the door.  The
twelve-year-old was a slightly pudgy kid with light brown hair and green
eyes. His dad, Scott Mackey, Senior, was the current mayor of Alan's Beach
and the owner of half-a-dozen successful businesses down town. He greeted
them warmly, but the two guests were surprised to see, a totally naked, Bob
Kelly behind him. Bob was in their class at North Valley.  Scott smirked
and showed them out to the back lawn of the large property.

"I've invited Bob to join us today. Since we're here to talk about what
you're willing to offer for my votes, you can go ahead and get undressed
Andy. I want to see what I'll be voting for."

Andy was shocked by the arrogance in the rich boy's tone, but he hid it
well as he looked away and began undressing.

"So Tim, how did you manage to end up as campaign manager to two
candidates?"

Tim was calm as he responded. "I was already helping Andy, but Carter asked
me to help him with a small issue."

Scott looked at Tim and knew there was something the other boy wasn't
saying. He didn't press the matter now.  He'd find out one way or
another. This town was too small to hold secrets for very long.

"I hope you're getting properly ... `paid' ... for your services." Scott
remarked as he watched the now nude Andy standing awkwardly. He didn't miss
the quick look between him and Bob. Oh yeah, this was going to be fun!

"Bend over the lawn chair there, Andy. Show me that fine ass."

Scott walked over to stand behind Andy and his hand rubbed over the smooth
cheeks. "Spread those legs more."

Andy held in a gasp as a warm hand slid over his cheeks and between his
legs to lightly grasp his soft sack.

"You know I've already been approached to get the benefit of the votes I
control. So ...  what do you have to offer me?"

Tim needed to know what he was getting before any offer was made. "And so
how many votes do you say you actually control?"

"I have 22 votes – mostly 7th graders, but a few 6 and 8th graders as
well. Of course I will provide you a list of my guys should we reach a
mutual understanding. At a bare minimum, they will want priority for fucks
and blow jobs from your weekly maximum. But if you make other deals, my
guys will still expect your full quota of 10 fucks and 10 blowjobs a
week. That will mean a double quota, if you are silly enough to make other
deals with Tiny or that little shit, Tom Kelly."

Tim thought about that for a moment. At present they hadn't agreed on deals
with any of the voting blocs. He decided to answer Scott's question about
what he was offering. "Unrestricted ownership of that ass you're feeling up
for a year."

Scott snickered. "Oh, you'll need to do better than that."

"Unrestricted ownership of his mouth for a year as well."

Scott pretended to seriously consider it then he turned and began to walk
away.

"Get dressed, you're just wasting my time."

Tim rested a hand on Andy's back to keep him in position.

 "Look ... I'm willing to bet Colton has already offered you unrestricted
ownership of Bret and Ollie. The full package for each of them. Have you
seen them, though? Have you tried them out?"

"Tried them out?"

"Yes, have you given them a taste of what you'll be giving them?"

Scott looked at him and smirked. "Keep talking."

"What if you let Bob here give Andy a test run and give you a report?"

Scott's voice was husky when he replied. "He can suck Bob while we
negotiate more."

Andy silently groaned and gritted his teeth.

Scott could sense the reluctance in the other boy. He did have a fine ass,
one he'd dearly love to claim. This was a sensitive game, but he was a
patient player. He also knew the stakes would only get higher as the big
day approached.

"Take a seat Bob and get comfortable."

"Over here in front of him, Andy, on your hands and knees."

Andy crossed to Bob and knelt down, looking at the 3 1/2 inches of
throbbing boner. Despite the frequent practice on Sim and Tim over the past
week, he was still adjusting to the initial feeling of humiliation and
vulnerability each time he did this. It was getting easier but the
arrogance of this meeting was pushing his limits. He pushed that aside and
licked up the shaft, teasing at the head with his tongue then taking the
mushroom head into his mouth and bobbing up and down, taking in more of the
shaft with each down stroke.

For Bob, the head rush of being in charge was a complete reversal of the
position he usually found himself in. Some of the boys who used him did
occasionally reciprocate with blowjobs, but this time he was in
control. The added charge of having an audience gave him confidence.

"Oh, that's good, keep doing that. Yesss ... use your tongue more."

"Looks like my boy is enjoying that. So, back to our discussion. One year
isn't enough. Your offer needs to be competitive."

"I have other potential deals on the table."

"So do I."

"I'm prepared to match Colton's offer of unrestricted use for two years but
no public fucking."

Scott hid his surprise. His adversary had clearly done his homework. He
would need to be watched.

"What about Carter? Are you offering the same terms for him?"

Tim nodded. "Yes, the same terms."

Scott grinned. "I think you guys need time to consider what you're
offering. Come back to me when you've discussed things more. Oh, and when
you do ... make sure Carter is with you."

Scott was still considering his problem with Colton. It would be very risky
to piss the kid off but maybe there could be some middle path to a win-win
solution. He just needed some time. He also knew things would get more
interesting as the days counted down closer to August 4th.

Further discussion was interrupted by a very vocal Bob who was experiencing
an intense orgasm after Andy had slipped a finger into his still greasy
bottom and teased over his pleasure button. His hands firmly gripped Andy's
shoulders as he rode out the orgasmic tremors.

"Well, I think we can safely say Andy knows how to give a blow job. Is he
as good at fucking?"

Tim smiled, evading the question. "We'll be in touch, Scott."

Discretely adjusting himself in his shorts, Tim handed Andy his clothes. As
they made their way out, Bob walked with them and spoke quietly to Andy. He
was aware that neither Andy or Tim had used any of the current Tailers,
which said something about them. It didn't hurt that he liked what he had
seen while Andy had been naked and bent over.

"Thank you for the blowjob. Be careful of doing a deal with him, okay?"

Andy smiled at him. "Thanks, we will be."

As they walked away, Tim reflected on the meeting. It had not gone quite
the way he had expected, Scott seeming to stay one step ahead and confident
in his societal position. What he needed was some leverage over the
guy. First though, he needed to work off some tension.

"Andy, what do you say we invite Tiny over to your place to watch some of
your training and you offer him the blowjob he should have got from you the
other day?"

Something about that meeting had stuck with him and he was curious about
whether Tiny would be interested. Would Andy be willing to play the game,
though?

Andy kept walking, showing no sign he'd heard Tim.

"Andy?"

"Yeah?"

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to do a deal with Scott. I'm not willing to be another little
sex slave for him. Do whatever you want to make a deal between him and
Carter, but you can leave me out of it."

"He controls a lot of votes."

"I don't care! Okay? He's a dick and the way he treats Bob ... No way he's
getting to do that with me. Just because he lives on the "right" side of
the Valley doesn't give him the right to be such an asshole!"

Andy's voice thrummed with anger and Tim walked quietly alongside him,
giving him time to get his emotions under control.

"You know, once you're a Tailer you won't be able to say no if he wants to
make an appointment with you."

"Then I'll have to make sure my appointment schedule is filled so I can
have the pleasure of saying no to him."

"Andy, you need to talk to me, man. You zoned out when we were talking with
Tiny and now you're saying no to dealing with possibly the most influential
person at South Valley Elementary? What's wrong?"

"I've been naοve. I didn't realize I'd have to sell my soul to be able
to get out of this place! I don't enjoy feeling like an object and having
no say in what's done to me."

"Hey ... I think you're over thinking this. It won't all be bad. Surely
there's something in all of this that gave you some enjoyment."

Andy flushed deeply. Part of him struggled with the submission, having to
take orders. He wondered what it would be like to be the one giving the
orders, to have someone giving him pleasure. Another part of him was
growing scared. Having to perform for an audience terrified him. Having
them see him naked, having them judge him on his appearance. In all the
discussions he'd had with his dad leading up to him making his decision to
sign up, he'd been able to push that to the back of his mind. But now, he
needed to confront that. Especially if he agreed to a deal with Tiny. There
was so much to consider. Then there was the part of him that scared him the
most. The part of him that felt right once he got past fighting the
submission. The feeling of being in control when he had a dick in his
mouth. What did that make him? What would his dad think if he found out he
actually liked that part? What would Tim think if he confessed that? What
if he wanted more? It was obvious Tim wanted to do more. Then there was
Sim. After this MAC, Sim would be a registered ABC member and able to use
the Tailers. What if he wanted to use him? He wouldn't be able to say no,
but the thought of being with Sim like that felt awkward. Pushing that
thought aside, he realized Tim was watching him.

"You're right. It hasn't all been bad."

"You'll adjust. And I'll be there ... and Sim. You'll see. You'll be okay."

"Yeah. That's what I'm scared of," he joked, the words too close to the
truth for comfort.

Tim's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I think ... you and Sim and I ... could
have fun together."

Andy playfully shoved his shoulder. "Pervs, both of you! You just enjoy me
being at your mercy."

Tim grinned, the tone in Andy's voice giving him some confidence that Andy
might be willing to do some of the things he'd spent months fantasizing
about.

"So, shall we invite Tiny over?"

"Yes, okay. Invite him over."

As they continued to walk, Tim made the call.

***

Later that afternoon at Andy's house, Tiny greeted Tim and Sim and looked
around the space and put down a small backpack. "This is a nice set up,
Andy."

"Thanks. Listen, I wanted to apologize. For before. I ...kind of freaked
out."

"About the public fucking? That's something you're going to have to be
ready for. If you're chosen, you will be fucked, very publicly, three times
on MAC Day. The good news is that you will have control over who fucks
you. The bad news is ... the guys watching are going to share their
appreciation. You were there last year. You know what the atmosphere will
be like. Besides, isn't it a little late to be having second thoughts now?"

Andy nodded slowly. "I know."

Tiny smiled reassuringly.

"When I talked about public fucking, it's not a big event like MAC
Day. When the guys and I get together, it's meant to be fun. I don't allow
any of the degrading stuff our Mackey cousins out east do. However, the
guys can get a little excited, if you know what I mean, but I don't allow
it to get out of hand. There's no reason to be fearful. In fact, while it's
just us, I wouldn't mind showing you what I mean."

"I ... uh, sure."

"Guys. I know I asked to sit in on a training session, but would you be up
to doing something a little different? Don't worry Sim, Andy will still get
his training." He grinned.

Sim looked a little unsure, slightly intimidated by Tiny's presence, but he
nodded.

When he saw the nods from the other boys, Tiny grinned.

"Alright – so ...how would you like to be my deputy, Sim ... and Tim and
Andy will be some bad guys we catch and interrogate?"

Sim's eyes opened wide in surprise, already imagining possibilities.

"Yes sir, Sheriff!"

Andy rolled his eyes in amusement at Sim's enthusiasm.

Tim looked at Andy and grinned. Unknown to anyone else in the room, this
was one of his favorite fantasies.

"I'm arresting you both ... on suspicion of smuggling. Take them into
custody, deputy. You'll find the things you need in the back pack I brought
with me."

"Put your hands in the air, miscreants! I need to search you for weapons."

Meanwhile, Sim had found a pack of candy cigarettes and a couple of pairs
of play handcuffs. Once their shirts were off, he handcuffed their hands
behind their backs.

Tiny showed them the contraband.

"I know you have more of these."

Tim spoke. "We never saw those before! You're asking the wrong people!"

"Am I now?" Tiny grinned. "We'll see about that. You'll be singing a
different tune soon."

Turning to Sim, "Good, deputy. Now we just need to frisk them. But first,
blindfolds."

Tiny watched as Sim pulled narrow black pieces of fabric around each boy's
eyes and fastened them.

Approaching Andy, Tiny ran his hands down his smooth sides, causing him to
squirm and stifle a giggle.

"Ticklish, huh?" Tiny grinned, speaking softly. "Good to know."

"Get their pants off, deputy."

Sim knelt down and shucked Tim's shorts and underwear down and repeated the
movements with Andy. Both boys stood with rigid dicks, Tim's already
beading with precum.

As Sim was dealing with the clothing, Tiny approached Tim and ran his hands
down his sides.

"Nothing concealed here. On your knees, boys."

"Yes, and spread those legs."

Speaking quietly to Sim. "Where is Andy's training box?"

While Sim quietly crossed the room, Tim knelt down between the boys and
spoke. "I'm going to ask some questions. Depending on the answers, I'll let
you go. If you fail, you'll pay a penalty."

As he spoke, he let his hands roam over the exposed smooth skin of the
naked bottoms and gently reached between their open legs to fondle their
scrotums. Andy's scrotum was still smooth and not as heavy as Tim's but
definitely not a little boy's any more.

Tim and Andy, deprived of their sense of sight, found their other senses
heightened. The soft sounds of Sim crossing the room, the feeling of a warm
hand caressing their most sensitive body parts, Tiny's breathing and minty
breath, and the wholesome smell of sweaty boy.

"Who are you working for?"

Tim lifted on his feet as Tiny gently squeezed his testicles. "No one!
You've made a mistake!"

Tiny let go and reached for Andy's sides, tickling him. "Strong silent
type, aren't you?"

Struggling not to laugh, Andy snorted. "Yes sir!"

Tiny grinned and winked at Sim, who grinned back at him.

"Prepare him, deputy."

"Yes sir!"

Andy groaned and his dick flexed as Sim's lubed finger pressed over his
entry and spread lube around his pucker. He leaned forward a little as
Sim's finger gently but insistently penetrated him.

Sim didn't think he'd ever get tired of having this power over his
brother. He didn't know what the future held once MAC Day was over, but one
thing was for sure. He wanted to be registered to be able to use the
Tailers. It was like a switch had turned on inside him, his thoughts
focused on getting pleasured. Despite that, he was actually quite careful
with his brother, grinning as he coaxed a whimper from him when he rubbed
his finger over the little pleasure spot inside him.

Selecting and lubing a dildo, he pressed it to Andy's pucker and watched
the resistance as Andy's muscle briefly fought against the intruder. Andy
pushed out and moaned as the muscle gave way and the thick head of the
dildo forged its way inside, leading the way for the shaft that
followed. His penis thickened and flexed, precum leaking in a lengthening
string towards the floor.

Tiny was watching as he knelt behind Tim, his arousal tenting his shorts
and rubbing against Tim's bottom.

He ran his fingers down Tim's sides, tickling him and making him squirm and
giggle.

"Still refusing to answer my questions?"

"I can't ... tell ... hehehe ... what I don't ... know!"

"Are you just going to allow your accomplice to be tortured?"

Tim could hear Andy moving next to him. He knew it was Andy from his
voice. Andy was giving out soft moans and whimpers as Sim pushed a finger
in and out of him.

"Unghh ... unghh."

"He's quite strong, your friend, but I wonder how long he will last under
my deputy's torture. Confess, and I'll spare him."

"He's stronger than you know!"

"Then we'll need to use stronger methods."

Leaning close to Tim's ear. "I hope you like sucking dick."

Behind the blind fold, Tim's eyes had widened in surprise. This is entirely
unexpected and a rush of excitement and lust rushed through him, his dick
achingly hard now.

Tiny watched him closely as he turned his head and nodded mutely.

Moving around to stand in front of Andy, Tiny shucked his shorts and
underwear, revealing his penis, a large thick one compared to most of the
boys his age.

Sim's eyes widened as he looked at it.

"Around here, deputy."

Swallowing, Sim came around the chairs. "You'll need to do the same." Tiny
winked.

Shyly, Sim shucked his shorts and underwear and stepped out of them,
blushing hard. Highly conscious of the size difference between them.

Tiny lightly cupped a hand behind Andy's head. With slight pressure, he
guided Andy's head forward, teasing the wet head of his penis across the
waiting lips.

"Last chance, prisoner. Who are you working for?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Have it your way. When you're ready, prisoner." Teasing his dick head
across Andy's lips again. "You've been pretty quiet so far, maybe your
mouth is better used for other things."

Beside him, Sim hesitated as he looked down at Tim's head. This was his
brother's best friend. Until now, he had been like another brother to him
and a good friend. This would take their relationship in a whole new
direction.

 Unable to see Sim, Tim still looked up towards where he thought his face
would be and gave him a smile.

Sim relaxed, knowing Tim was okay with this and his body trembled with
excitement as he guided Tim's mouth towards his erection.

Andy was giving out muffled moans and whimpers as Tiny's thick erection
invaded and stretched his mouth. As he moved, the dildo moved in him, the
flared base keeping it seated inside. This boy's precum tasted a little
different, a little stronger than Tim's, and he had to focus on controlling
his breathing and his gag reflex.

Tiny's hand rubbed the back of Andy's neck. "Yes, that's good. Use your
tongue a little more, just there ...ohhhh ... hmmm ... yes, right there."

Andy worked his tongue across that sweet spot just behind the thick crown
and felt Tiny's hand tighten on his neck in appreciation. Now that he was
past the initial resistance, he was glad his eyes were covered. In a way
that made this easier. Again, there was that feeling of accomplishment and
satisfaction as his mouth coaxed a moan from Tiny.

For the next few minutes, the only sounds in the room were slurps and
moans.  Tim revelled in actually living out a long-held fantasy. It wasn't
quite the way he had imagined it playing out in his mind, but the reality
was so much better. He could just imagine Sim's face in his mind as he
focused pleasuring the younger boy. He had expected Sim to smell sweaty but
he was surprised when he could just smell soap. He wasn't sure what he had
expected a dick to taste like, but it seemed just like sucking on a finger,
with maybe a hint of sweatiness.

Tim felt Sim's boner stiffen and thicken, his thrusts becoming erratic as
he loudly announced his orgasm.  He sucked carefully as Sim held on to his
shoulders and rode out the strong tremors. Now if only he could reach his
aching boner! He moaned with frustration as his leaking dick throbbed.

Hearing Sim climax made Andy moan around the thick invader in his mouth and
Tiny took control of the blowjob, thrusting dominantly. Looking down at his
shaft steadily pistoning in and out of the tight mouth, he controlled the
strength and depth of the thrusts, but even so a full five thick inches was
moving in and out of that wet warmth and he felt the thick head press
insistently at the back of Andy's throat. He could feel Andy begin to
struggle a little with his breathing and he backed off slightly, leaving
half the shaft in the warmth and giving him a chance to get his breath
before pushing a little deeper again.

The thickness of this boner was really testing Andy's staying power. His
jaw ached and he was drooling around the thick shaft. The strain forced
tears from his eyes and he had to work on his breathing.

Tiny leaned down and spoke quietly. "Good job, Andy. I'm going to cum
soon. Get ready."

"Mmmphhff ... mmphhff." Tightening up the suction and stroking faster, he
prepared himself to swallow the cum that would soon fill his mouth.

Another 10 thrusts and Tiny was there. "Ohhhh!!!! ... Fuck!!!"

Andy rode out the shallow urgent thrusts as 6 powerful spurts painted the
back of his throat. Swallowing as fast as he could, he had no time to think
about the taste as the slimy substance slid down to his stomach. He
continued sucking as Tiny shuddered and moaned. The invader pulled out of
his mouth slowly, leaving him sucking in ragged breaths and with tears
dripping into the blindfold.

Tiny recovered his breathing and moved back. He grinned at the stiff
erection, a string of precum waving in the air as the boy breathed
deeply. Andy started to stand.

"Not so fast. Unless you don't want to cum?"

Andy groaned. "Please, I need to get off."

Tiny moved behind Andy and pressed on the dildo still buried in the tight
bum and teased it with his fingers. He grinned as Andy arched and let out a
loud moan.

"Unnghhh!!! ..."

Tiny pulled the dildo out an inch and watched Andy's bottom suck it back
in. He loved the sounds the boy made as the invader rode over his pleasure
button. Slowly, Tiny repeated the move, teasingly thrusting the dildo in
and out, mesmerized by the way Andy's body dragged on the shaft. "I want
you to be a Tailer, Andy. I want to fuck that incredible ass."

Sim watched closely as Tiny dominated his brother. Tiny's now somewhat
softened but still thick and heavy sausage hung at half mast, waving lazily
in the air as he worked the dildo in and out. The image of that thick dick
pushing into his brother was now firmly implanted in his head. Was it wrong
of him to want to be there for that?

Tiny winked at Sim and glanced at Tim, still kneeling patiently. He waited
to see if the younger boy would get the hint. Sim did, running his hand
down Tim's back and over his bum cheeks, swatting it playfully.

Tim stifled a groan at the suddenness of the swat and moaned loudly as
fingers wrapped around his shaft and began to stroke.

Turning his back to Andy, Tiny held the dildo halfway out of the tight
bottom and grinned as Andy chased it.

"Yeah Andy, ride it for me."

Andy moaned, too far gone with the need to cum that the humiliation of the
instruction never even crossed his mind. He pushed back onto the dildo,
driving himself towards the pleasure that was steadily building. Shifting
slightly for a better angle, precum pulsed out of his boner as the dildo
pressed into his prostate. Another couple of thrusts and he reached the
point of no return.

"Oh ... unghhh ... I'm cumming!!!"

Next to him Tim cried out and fell over the edge of his own orgasm,
spurting powerfully onto the floor between his knees as Sim stroked his
boner.

Sim wiped his hands on a wet cloth and exchanged a high five with Tiny
before pulling his underwear and shorts back on.

Tiny helped Andy stand and removed the blindfold.

"That was fun. I'd like to do more of that ... next time at the place along
the beach I told you about."

Tim blinked as his eyes adjusted from the removal of his blindfold and
looked at his friends. He felt closer to them now and the swat that Sim had
given him had been more pleasurable than painful, and different to the
beltings he got at home. Maybe Sim would be up to having him over his knee
and giving him a spanking. His face flushed as the thoughts ran through his
head. He still wanted to experience being a top but being the bottom hadn't
been so bad. And Sim was cute.

Andy curiously watched Tim blush as he looked at Sim. The dynamic between
the three of them had definitely changed. He removed the dildo and left the
room to wash it.

When he returned, Tiny had shared around the candy cigarettes and handed
one to him.

Relaxing together, they chatted about boy stuff. The kind of stuff you
don't really remember after you become an adult.

After a while, Tiny left to return home and take care of some chores.

Andy looked at Tim.

"I've thought about who to work with. I want to work with Tiny to get the
votes of his bloc."

Hank Boyle – 16 Days Before the MAC

Hank Boyle was kept to a strict training and practice routine by his
campaign manager, Marcus Mackey. Four times each day Marcus dragged out the
training kit and had Hank practice with the relevant dildo. What soon
became obvious was having Hank ride his bike back and forth to his house
was too time consuming. So, a day after their training sessions commenced,
Marcus had Hank move in to his bedroom. His mother was reluctant at first
once she learned what her son was really doing with the boy from the poor
side of town, but Marcus's dad had made extensive use of the tailers
himself back in the day, and said,

"Don't be silly, Emily. The boy is going to use the tailers whether we like
it or not. In fact, I congratulate young Marcus on his initiative. I wish
I'd come up with the idea of having my own in-house tailer when I was a
kid. Remember the class we attended last year about puberty and teen boys?
Teen boys can never get enough sex. It's far better he's using one of the
Tailers than getting some tween girl pregnant. Besides, the Boyles are good
people. As you know, Hank's dad works as a janitor for one of my companies
and it's a kind gesture to give a poor kid a break in life. I hear he's
smart in school and could have a great future with the right break."

So, the matter was settled. Hank Boyle, poor boy from the wrong side of
town moved into the Mackey mansion. Apart from the four dildo sessions,
Hank continued his sex lessons with Carl Mackey. As an experienced Tailer,
Carl gave advice on both oral, anal and many other aspects of teen boy
sexuality he had come across over the past year. And there were tips and
tricks on how to treat his customers, both those inexperienced, shy, naive
and even the demanding ones who were often the older teens. Each lesson
also involved blowing Carl Mackey two or three times in payment for his
teaching. But Hank's duties didn't stop there. He was sucking off Marcus
sometimes three or four times each day – first thing in the morning,
last thing at night, and where ever they happened to be during the
day. Marcus enjoyed taking Hank to the Mall, the best fast-food places, the
Skate Rink or the bowling alley and that invariably gave the two
12-year-olds the opportunity for sex outside the bedroom. Of course, it was
Hank doing most of the heavy lifting in their relationship, but he received
new clothes, shoes, a new phone and even the latest Switch video game
consul as gifts from his new best buddy. All the things he'd dreamed of
owning but never did. So, Hank wasn't complaining about his subservient
status and even though both boys were the same age, they got along well and
Hank really enjoyed experiencing life from another perspective.

And over the past week something else happened that Hank never counted
upon. Marcus had started blowing Hank in turn. Out of the blue one evenly
Marcus said, "You must think me a real prick. You're always blowing me, but
I never help you get off."

"Yeah, well..." Hank responded, "That's the natural order, right? I'm poor
and trying to win one of the top places as a Tailer and you're not. Don't
worry about it. I knew what I was signing up for."

"Still", said Marcus. "It isn't fair. With your permission, every time you
suck me off from now on, I'll return the favour. Is that okay? But you
can't tell anybody, right?"

Hank guessed that his buddy from the rich side of town must be cracked if
he thought any 12-year-old was going to say `no' to free blowjobs and so he
gave his permission. He also treated this as more proof that Marcus was
gay. Hank knew he wasn't. He hated all this gay shit, but in the current
circumstances, he was happy to play the kid along to get what he needed to
escape this cesspit of a town.

The very next day the trainer, Carl Mackey, had taught the two boys about
69s and how some of his customers as a Tailer actually wanted to do
that. Thus, ever since, whenever Marcus and Hank were alone, mutual sucking
and 69s were always on the agenda.

Hank graduated from the Lil' Pee-Wee to Tiny Tim, and then to Harry. By the
time Hank had completed his five days with the 5.5 inches Harry dildo, Carl
Mackey claimed that Hank was regularly giving 10-out-of-ten BJs and his
mouth and ass were ready for prime time.

"I think Marcus has the knowledge now to take Hank to the next level. Keep
using the training dildos as per the instructions and start giving Hank
anal experience from now on. After all, the Harry dildo is wider and longer
than Marcus here."

Carl Mackey had seen Marcus naked often enough to know. He had suggested
the idea at one of their early meetings. "I can certainly give Hank
pointers about cock sucking as he blows me, but I'll be less distracted if
I can watch him doing someone else."  Carl wasn't at all surprised how
quickly Marcus agreed with the idea and the rich kid hadn't hesitated for a
second before stripping naked. Clearly Marcus, like so many of the other
guys from the south side of town, was a real horn dog. And all three boys
had been totally naked in each of their sessions ever since.

Returning to the present, Carl had outlined the regimen for Hank's anal
experience. "Limit anal to one long hard fuck per day at first. But the
number of fucks can be increased as you count down to MAC Day. Most of the
guys that will use Hank's ass are considerate, but you must be ready to
deal with the occasional asshole who will insist on a blowjob first and
then want to give you a long, slow, hard and painful fuck. And then there
are the kids that get so excited about what they're doing, they lose all
control and screw you like they only have a minute to live."  Carl laughed
to himself at some of his recollections. "But those ones generally shoot in
under 2 minutes."

Carl Mackey looked at Hank and then to Marcus. When neither boy had any
comment, he said, "Gentlemen, I reckon my work here is done."

***

Marcus proved to be worth his weight in gold as a campaign manager as
well. Instead of approaching the two or three influencers in each grade at
South Valley, as most of the other serious MAC Day candidates were doing,
Marcus organized small groups of 5 or 6 boys from his various classes to
come around to his house for what he called a pre-MAC Day experience
party. He got the idea from reading about Tupperware Parties in one of his
mother's magazines. The family maid Camila provided snacks and drinks and
Marcus introduced Hank. Later they got down to the serious business of
seeking votes. Hank would strip naked and provide a detailed account of his
many sexual skills. Then the visiting boys were invited to watch a training
session with the dildo and the training bench as Hank went through his
paces. Marcus was convinced that the intimate small group setting, meeting
and chatting with Hank in person, and actual "hands-on experience" would
create more reliable voters than boys being told how to vote by some social
influencer at school. And true hands-on experience it was, as volunteers
were called upon to lube Hank's ass and adopt possible simulated sexual
positions.  A discussion was held and each boy was encouraged to express
their own views about using the Alan Beach Tailers. This way, reluctant
kids would become more comfortable talking about boy-on-boy sex and
actually use one of the Tailers in real life. And of course, each kid
meeting Hank would be more likely to give their votes to him.

Finally, as the pre-MAC Day experience party was drawing to a close, the
first boy in the group who volunteered to strip naked and agree to try and
insert the Lil' Pee-Wee dildo into his asshole for 10 seconds would be
given a free blow job from Hank. At the first party there were no
volunteers and so the boy given the BJ was decided by a card draw. However,
after that Marcus ensured that at least one of the guys he invited to each
party was already using the Tailers. At one of the little get togethers,
Hank had to give multiple BJs after three boys volunteered to test the Lil'
Pee-Wee dildo.

No promises of extra sex were made, and Hank would end MAC Day committed to
nothing more than the standard official quota of sucks and fucks. Marcus
was convinced that the promises of unlimited sex being given by the other
serious MAC Day candidates were the equivalent of a "politician's promise"
– totally meaningless.

To be continued...