Date: Sat, 09 Jul 2022 15:20:10 +0000
From: Boyz Talez <Jungengeschichte@protonmail.com>
Subject: Eleven, part 6

Eleven - A Mackey Farms Story

**WARNING: This story contains scenes of consensual sex between underage
children and teens.  Please DO NOT read this if this is offensive to you or
if stories of this nature are illegal in your own jurisdiction.  Know the
law in your area and make sure that if you continue to read this story that
you are not breaking it in any way.  This story is purely fiction, so make
sure to properly suspend your disbelief when reading it. It contains no
references to real people anywhere and should not be treated as real life.
It is copyrighted by the author, but also in some form or fashion by the
other writers who have tackled the various adventures of the Mackey clan
(shout out to Jonas Henley, Charles Well and Sarge)**

Note: you don't have to have read the previous Mackey stories to enjoy this
one but if you do end up wanting to dig into it, some good places to start
are: Kids of Indian Spring, Sandy Jacobs, Mackey Farms, The Dawson
Exclusion, Mackey Chronicles, Sweetwater Boys and Warriors of Indian
Spring. The inspiration of these stories is primarily Mackey
Farms. Suggestions welcome at: Jungengeschichte@protonmail.com

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Chapter 11 - Cam Gets Chosen

Ben sat stunned as Luke tentatively made his way to the stage where nearly
30 boys were bent over. Eight from this group had just been chosen as the
new bottoms for 2016, with the top vote getter being an amazing blond boy
with a substantial ass named Kelly Banks. But the eighth and final boy to
be chosen, to the surprise of both Ben and Luke, was young Cam. And now, as
Cam had reflexively named Luke as his owner, it was Luke's duty to cross
the line they'd never crossed and deflower his little brother, and right
out here in front of everyone to boot. Naturally, all eight bottoms were
about to be deflowered by their owners at the same time, providing quite a
thrill for the assembled crowd. But somehow Luke was most sensitive to the
eyes locked on him, and the rock hard cock he dutifully lubed up and
slowly, gently, slid inside of his little kid brother for the first time.

Cam did feel a quick stab of pain which quickly subsided into a sort of
gentle feeling of fullness as Luke bottomed out and paused for a few
seconds to get Cam used to his length. Wow, he thought, he'd been seeing
Luke's rapidly maturing cock a lot in the last few months especially, it
was now well over five inches and a bit on the thick side, pretty
impressive for a 13 year old. Cam was grateful he'd been reading up on anal
sex and how to take dick, this was now knowledge he needed to have. He
blushed, his pale cheeks (both sets) reddening visibly being this exposed
in front of everyone like this. But he'd noted Ben's resolve all this time
and, like Ben, buried the feeling and concentrated instead on the slow but
steadily quickening fucking strokes of Luke's cock going in and out of
him. His first bit of surprise was his prostate, and how sensitive it now
was getting this kind of stimulation. His cock was harder than it'd ever
been. No one told him about this part.

They weren't, but Luke felt like every pair of eyes was fixed on him
fucking his little brother. In fact, the eyes most focused on them were
Ben's, who after the initial shock and surprise wore off, couldn't help but
notice how sexy Luke's ass was as it rippled and clenched its muscles with
each pump in and out. It was a good thing Cam asked all those questions
after all, Ben thought, now he would be the one doing the answering for
some other curious little boy later on. Luke, meantime, almost felt guilty
in this moment and for one key reason: his brother's ass was
spectacular. It was really tight, and warm, and the feeling of Cam's smooth
hips and thighs was just incredible. And he could do this anytime he wanted
now, within the rules, for three years. Despite his trepidation, the
thought made his dick get even harder, and his fucking become even more
urgent as Cam grunted underneath him.

Two realizations were going on at the same time onstage. Cam realized that,
despite not being completely sure he was gay, he'd not realized WHY his
brother and so many others had enjoyed time fucking the bottoms so much, or
why the bottoms ended up pretty compliant with things at the end of the
day. He did not realize the pleasure wasn't all one-sided when you were
being fucked. As for Luke, he realized something too: he'd held back on
having any kind of sex with Cam because he was afraid of liking it too
much. But at the same time Luke realized this too: it was OK to like it
now. No one cared, no one thought it weird. Not anymore. That was the
thought that finally made him lose all control and start pumping his
heavier teen load right into his brother's ass. Cam really enjoyed this
feeling too; it was just like Ben described. Despite the odd circumstances,
both brothers ended this fuck session with a smile.

As Luke pulled out of Cam, he suddenly became aware of the crowd looking on
once again, and even detected a smattering of applause as he turned and
dashed offstage while hurriedly dressing. The other seven boys were just
finishing off their own fuck partners and soon enough Cam had an older 12
year old boy named Trevor Havers, a boy from across town that he'd never
met, sliding his three or so inches between Cam's cherry red lips. Cam
adjusted to this new cock fairly quickly, uncut and of average thickness
for his age, so nice and easy to suck for a second blowjob. The kid started
expressing his pleasure, but also started guiding Cam on tongue stimulation
as they went along, encouraging Cam with suggestions on how to deal with
foreskin, as well as swirling motions and such. Cam was getting quite an
education.

Ben, without even thinking about it, started stoking his rock hard cock as
Cam gave head in front of him. Wow, the kid was in the club too now, 11
years old and with three years of constant sex in front of him. Ben was
taken aback at how much this turned him on. He always found Cam cute, sort
of viewed him as a little brother figure even. But now he also found him
hot and was impressed and a little proud at how well he'd seemed to just
assume these new duties onstage. He was sucking the unfamiliar kid's dick
with aplomb, and as the kid pumped more urgently into Cam's mouth, hit his
nut, and started shooting cum down Cam's throat, Ben went over the edge and
had a quiet orgasm himself, catching his two quick shots in his left
hand. Ben found himself panting when it was over, surprised at its
intensity. In a deft, sudden move, he licked his hand clean and imagined
his load was actually Cam's for some reason and continued sitting there in
a level of shock for a few minutes.

Luke had wandered off to the toilet area on the periphery and spent a few
minutes splashing water on his face and staring at the mirror, head full of
a maelstrom of new feelings and thoughts. Ben noticed Sam off to the side
with yet another boy's cock in his mouth once again and saw Cam observing
the remaining bits of sex happening next to him onstage. Soon, all the
loads were shot out, the bottoms of 2016 were introduced again to cheers
from the crowd, and the festivities wrapped up. By then, Luke had returned
to Ben's side, with Cam approaching them both, naked and still carrying his
clothes and shoes.

Ben soon felt a tap on his shoulder, turned around and finally noticed
Jimmy behind him with a dozen other unfamiliar boys standing nearby. Ben
hadn't even noticed Jimmy out at the edge of the crowd during the
festivities and with all the surprising events that went on. Ben figured
these boys were from the other middle school on the other side of town, and
understood right away that all these boys, boned up and ready to go after
all the goings-on, wanted their chance at Ben and urgently needed to get
off. Without any intercession, Ben simply sank to his knees and got to
work.

Jimmy had saved the four boys who wanted a fuck, all 14 years old actually,
for last. The other eight, mostly 13 year olds with a few 14 year olds
thrown in, agreed to settle for blowjobs. Ben was a bit overwhelmed and
pushed down a fresh pang of nervousness in his gut. After all, he'd had sex
with a dozen boys in a row before, but they were all boys whose cocks he'd
serviced many times before, a dozen boys chosen expressly based on their
familiarity to Ben. This was a dozen teenaged strangers who wanted
sex. Definitely different. Ben leaned forward and took the first boy's 4
inch pubescent cock into his mouth, quickly devouring it down to the root
and feeling the kid's ample pubes tickle his nose with each stroke.

Ben sort of lost himself in what he was doing at this point. What was
needed now was efficient action, but he couldn't help but notice that Luke
and Cam, still sitting nearby, were watching intently. Or more to the
point, Cam was watching intently, and Luke was standing next to Cam as he
watched still looking a bit shocked. Ben shrugged and kept sucking cock,
swallowing load after load in a bit of a blur. Each boy was already on the
edge, and each blowjob took a few minutes at most. Ben was swallowing loads
down probably as quickly and especially in more rapid succession as he ever
had. After a while he finally felt the boy currently in his mouth shoot,
pull out right when he finished pumping his load into Ben's mouth, pat
Ben's head with a quick "thanks" and leave. Wow, eight sucks in about a
half hour by the phone at Ben's side.

Next came the four fucks. Cam stood and watched every one of these future
high school freshmen lube up, slide their growing cocks balls deep into
Ben's ass, and start urgently thrusting away. Wow, Cam thought with more
than a little trepidation, that's going to be me now. As nervous as it made
him feel he also, on impulse, leaned over and asked Luke for a favor. Ben
just happened to glance over and witness this negotiation and next thing
anyone knew; Luke sank to his knees in front of Cam and started sucking
eagerly on Cam's hairless boyhood. This was outside the rules, but it was
owner's and brother's prerogative at this point, so no one really
cared. Cam started reflexively thrusting his tiny cock, harder than steel
in this moment watching his mentor take cock like a champ, in and out of
Luke's compliant lips and within 90 seconds flat exploded into a nice,
electric dry cum that shook his entire body and made his knees buckle a
bit. Both Ben and his sex partner saw this and as Cam came, so did the boy
fucking Ben's ass. Boys and sex: both had combined many many times out here
in these woods, and Ben still had three fucks to go.

Later that night, all three boys sat naked in bed, staring up at the
ceiling in deep contemplation. Ben, naked in bed with Jimmy fast asleep at
his side, was still in some amount of post-orgasmic bliss from Jimmy's oral
skills a bit earlier. He'd borne witness to quite the coming out party, and
figured that he, like Blake had last year, owed Cam his mentorship during
this time. Hell, Cam had more sex in front of him than Ben did the year
before thanks to the transitional state of the rules. For the next three
years, he'd need a sexual sherpa. Ben appointed himself that sherpa that
very night.

Luke was staring up at the ceiling still confused and shocked at the turn
of events. He'd had two breakthroughs on that stage: he loved his brother
way more than he thought, and now he loved having sex with his brother way
more than he'd ever even considered. That was a real wild card. It had
never once crossed his mind to fuck Cam before that day, and now he'd done
it and really enjoyed it. And now, could spend the next three years doing
it. Incredible.

Cam had a bit of an angel on one shoulder, devil on the other problem. On
one side, he felt every bit the little boy nervous and afraid of the
enormity of what he was now expected to do. He was feeling very small next
to the large amount of sex, the sheer number of boys he was now expected to
suck off and let fuck him. This morning he'd never had anal sex. Tonight,
he had, and had only another day of his old life left before he would have
lots, lots more. Plus, all the blowjobs, the many, many blowjobs he'd have
to give. He didn't add it up, but he was now expected to have sex over
8,000 times over three years, a number so big it was good he didn't count
that high yet.

But the devil on his other side told him yeah but think of how hot Ben was
sucking all those cocks and swallowing those loads down. He finally was
able to admit it to himself, it turned him on seeing that. In a way, the
devil in him thought it was kind of hot to now be doing what his mentor was
doing, especially since he harbored some sort of crush on the boy. The
devil on his other shoulder was very much looking forward to the next three
years. The thought made him hard once again, and he quickly jerked himself
to orgasm before falling right to sleep. He'd need his rest.

The next morning, Ben and Jimmy saw the results of Ben's performance at the
Choosing site in the many SMS messages coming in from boys, mostly other 14
year olds, who now wanted turns with Ben. Most of these boys were from
across town too, apparently, they needed reminding about Ben's skills and
hadn't caught word of his boldness over New Year's. Jimmy was able to back
a few of them off and spread them out over the next few days, mostly to
allow room for more local boys, but also for Nate and Jeremy, Liam, and
also Luke who no doubt would be bringing the town's newest bottom with
him. In fact, Luke wanted to come early, and asked Ben if he'd be OK with
Cam sticking around during the day's duties. Cam had been relentless with
all the questions, now no longer theoretical, about this new life he
had. Ben readily agreed, he still felt protective over Cam.

Ben was already naked when Luke and Cam rang the doorbell, despite the fact
that his parents were still home doing weekend chores. These little bits of
decorum and pretense were long gone by now, but Ben's parents did notice
the presence of young Cam and did make a note to ask Ben about the boy's
frequent presence at their home lately, especially now, mostly out of
curiosity. But the boys trundled upstairs, out of parental gaze and behind
a locked door. Jimmy had already headed off to soccer practice, his
scheduling work was done.

All three boys stripped, and Luke was soon in his very familiar place, this
time behind a bent over Ben who was lying flat on his chest on his own bed
again, right next to a naked Cam in his usual place sitting on Ben's
bed. Luke was soon pounding away, still a bit amped up from the day before,
truth be told. Cam looked on but this time left his rock hard boner alone.

"You're not jacking off this time?" Ben asked, eliciting just a nod from
Cam. "Why not? You usually do." Just a shrug in response. Ben mulled this
over for a second, looking right down at his sheets for a second as Luke's
ample cock continued sliding in and out. Looking at Cam once again though,
Ben said, "slide on over here kid, I'll take care of you."

Cam blushed a bit because he loved it when Ben called him "kid" but
dutifully slid over and underneath Ben at the right angle for him to get
sucked as Ben was being fucked. They were like that for only a few minutes,
strong Luke pounding away as his little brother, the town's newest slut,
got sucked off by last year's slut. The whole thing made him go over the
edge, dumping his ample load into Ben's guts as he gripped Ben's hips for
support. He felt his balls practically empty themselves out into the boy. A
moment later, he heard his little brother squeak as he hit his nut and
started thrusting into Ben's mouth with his orgasm. Wow, they all thought,
that was good.

Soon Luke was off doing whatever he had to do, and it was just Cam and Ben
and soon, the gradual parade of boys that trickled in and out throughout
the afternoon, each taking their turns with Ben. Liam turned up not long
after Luke left, nice hot Liam who was now looking even more mature with a
noticeable tuft of pubes, who took his turn with Ben and dumped a load onto
Ben's soft tongue as Cam peppered him with questions. Two unfamiliar 14
year olds from across town were next, arriving on their bikes. Cam asked
them questions too, mostly about high school and what their middle school
had been like. Cam watched intently from close by on the bed, and really
leaned down this time to see Ben swallowing both loads. The kid was nothing
if not observant.

After those boys left, Ben and Cam had a small lunch of sandwiches that
Ben's mom prepared, which they ate naked at the kitchen table. This boy was
polite at least, his mom thought, not bothering to comment on their state
of non-dress. Soon after finishing up though, two more 14 year olds showed
up, both wanting fucks. Ben led them upstairs with Cam trailing behind, and
after a half hour or so had managed to take both of their cocks and their
loads as Cam watched everything from Ben's bed.

After they left, Nate and Jeremy showed up and gave Cam a real show, taking
their usual positions at Ben's mouth and ass at the same time, getting off
gradually and as was typical, simultaneously at both ends, filling Ben with
their respective maturing loads of sperm. Cam was very intrigued by the
spit roast, somehow it had never occurred to him that a boy could be fucked
in both ends at the same time. Being observant was paying off. Both boys
chatted with the curious new bottom for fifteen minutes or so, but both
eventually took their leave as well. That was all of Ben's fucks for the
day now, and Ben was sort of amazed at how easily he'd accommodated the two
extra fucks with Cam hanging around like this. He was getting into the
groove of all this sex after all. It was barely 4pm and he'd had sex all
eight times already, well, nine counting Cam's blowjob. Cam received quite
an education.

Cam even tagged along with Ben into his shower, asking Ben all sorts of
questions about using towels to fuck boys on his bed, about cleaning up cum
from your ass after you've been fucked, about positions and how to blow
boys with bigger cocks, basically anything Cam could think of. During Ben's
entire shower and drying off procedure, Cam kept up with the questions,
ending only when Luke finally turned up to collect him.

"He didn't annoy you too much today, did he?"

"Nah, besides I think it makes him feel better to ask about this stuff,
especially now," Ben offered, which caused Luke to seem more relieved when
he said it.

"Yeah, I guess he needs all the support now, huh?"

"Guess so."

Soon they were off. Luke's head was still swirling, but tomorrow was going
to be the first day of three years of a new life for his kid brother. Best
to keep your head in the game right now.


Chapter 12 - Blake's New Client

The night of Choosing 2016, and nine sex sessions later, Blake sat up alone
in his room, smoking a cigarette by an open window. This was summertime, so
sex aside, Blake could blow through a pack of smokes by now in a day pretty
easily without school getting in the way. He'd been at it a year and a half
by now, and it was safe to say he was almost as experienced smoking as he
was having sex with lots of boys since he'd been doing it almost as
long. He was 13 now, his 14th birthday and 8th grade both looming in his
near future. But each Choosing day took a bit more out of him.

After all, he'd borne witness to two Choosing Days now, and had to watch
two years in a row as a crop of 11 year olds took on their new duties, just
as he had more than a year ago. All the chaos and extra sex of that day
aside, seeing little Ben take on his responsibilities last year, or little
Cam this year, there was a part of his soul hurt by that. Ben was the most
extreme, the boy who looked so much younger than his peers now being
expected to sexually service them and all, it was a lot to take on
emotionally. But this year, especially seeing little inquisitive Cam join
the club, it was a lot. And Blake felt like he owned a part of it, and that
he got that ball rolling for those boys.

Blake went over to his closet, rifled around with some things on the top
shelf and brought down a beat up looking duffle bag. He dug inside it and
withdrew a fifth of Jim Beam he had stolen from the liquor cabinet
downstairs. The bottle was about half empty by now, with most of that usage
attributed to Blake over the last few days or so. With so much on his mind
he figured, well, why not handle it like the adults do? He unscrewed the
cap and took a big swig of the booze inside, still grimacing a bit as he
swallowed it down. He still wasn't used to, or fond of, the taste, but it
got the job done. He downed two more big swigs then took a deep drag on his
cigarette, blowing out slowly before stubbing it out and lighting up a
fresh one. He wasn't sure when he'd be ready to sleep but he knew it wasn't
now.

Despite his not being the youngest bottom to ever serve anymore, his grade
level still made him a special case. FOr most of the last school year, he'd
been eligible to have sex with boys up to high school age, quite an unusual
distinction for a kid in the sixth grade. They were Freshmen, but still,
high school boys had sex with him. And now, being 13 and only a few months
away from 14, he was having sex with high school boys a lot of the time,
especially the younger Sophomores at the end of the last school year. Soon,
he'd be having sex with kids with driver's licenses. Despite his teenaged
status, it just all seemed a bit over his head. Basically, he'd never
squared the circle, he just turned his anger off and covered it with
cigarettes and, now, booze.

Blake did finally fall asleep that night. And as the next day went on, he
did start to feel a bit better again, and even stopped feeling like he
needed to take swigs from the bottle upstairs. By midweek he felt almost
back to normal, or at least whatever normal was at this stage of his
life. But that, that was all before Chad came along and fucked everything
up.

Blake didn't usually like going to other boy's houses to have sex. It was
an uncontrolled space and Blake usually figured if a kid wanted sex he
could come to where Blake happened to be. But this time he finally gave in
and arrived at a house with no cars out front and, he found later, no
parents home despite it being early evening already. Blake knocked and an
athletic, tall teenager with sandy blonde hair and wearing only some shorts
answered the door.

"You that kid?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Well come on, let's fuck in my room."

Well then, no standing on ceremony here. Blake could see with just a quick
glance that this kid's parents did pretty well for themselves, the house
looked nice with some fine things inside it. Inside the kid's room, Blake
noticed some wrestling trophies and ribbons on the bookcase and wall, which
made sense in light of how athletic the kid seemed. Blake had never met
this boy, clearly a student at Mackey Farms High who likely went to middle
school across town.

The kid jerked his shorts down in one motion, revealing a hard six inches
of uncut cock. Clearly, he was prepared.

"So, on the bed?" Blake asked as he started to remove his own clothes.

"Yeah," the kid said, but in a tone Blake suddenly found a bit odd. Still,
soon Blake was on all fours on the bed and felt the kid, with very little
hesitation and only a bit of lube, push himself in Blake's ass assertively
and start rabbit fucking away.

Blake knew this was one of THOSE times, the ones he'd heard about from
older bottoms that you'd have to occasionally endure from high school
kids. They were cocky, consumed with hormones, and convinced their shit
didn't stink. The rules mostly kept them in check but out of all the times
the council had to intervene on a bottom's behalf, it was almost always
because of a high school boy. So. Blake closed his eyes and simply went
somewhere else as the kid pounded his ass.

After some indeterminate amount of time, the kid finally groaned and thrust
his cock deep into Blake's ass as he poured his load of teen spunk deep
inside. Well, Blake thought, at least he didn't take terribly
long. Suddenly the kid pulled out and Blake stood himself up to begin to
look for his clothes. As he stood back up with his boxer shorts in hand,
the older kid, now dressed in his shorts already, stood toe to toe with
Blake in an intimidating way.

"Thanks for the fuck, faggot."

With that the kid cocked his hand back, and backhanded Blake hard enough to
send him toppling back onto the bed behind him. The sheer amount of shock
Blake felt in that moment made him ignore the pain right away, but after a
few seconds of stunned silence passed, Blake very clearly felt the impact,
and even tasted a little trickle of blood on the corner of his lip. Unable
to process this turn of events but noticing that the kid had simply left
the room after this unprovoked assault, Blake stood up, and quickly went
about finding his clothes and getting dressed. He left the room on tip
toes, his eyes darting back and forth to make sure the kid wasn't coming
back to hit him again. He dashed quietly down the stairs and slipped out
the front door, breaking into a full sprint once he found himself
outside. He sprinted long enough to verify no one was chasing him, then
just walked at normal speed all the way back home, nervously lighting a
cigarette along the way.

At first Blake said nothing, he simply slipped up into his room without his
parents seeing, chain-smoking by himself at the open window once he got
there. He waited to hear his parents go to bed, then found the whiskey
bottle in his closet and went about draining the entire thing before
finally passing out cold, fully clothed, on top of all his sheets and
blankets in bed.

He woke the next morning hung over for the first time, his head
throbbing. After his morning piss, he noticed the side of his face was
still red and he had a bit of a fat lip, the cut there still plainly
visible. Shit, he thought, he'd have to explain this now. Of course,
though, as he had this thought, he remembered, of COURSE he would explain
this now! That kid had majorly crossed a line and was going to face the
consequences for it. Blake told his dad everything that morning, leaving
out the drinking he'd done afterwards, of course. The sheer look of anger
on his dad's face was like nothing he'd ever seen. His dad assured him:
this would be dealt with swiftly, and decisively.

It took three days for Blake to hear anything about the kid. It really took
the speed of word of mouth but soon Blake heard the whole thing: the kid
was in the hospital and had been for two days. Blake's dad had informed the
Senior Council of what happened, and, after much debate, they decided to
get a few Mackey connected farm boys from the other side of town to deal
with this on their own. Basically, they'd accosted the boy while he was
biking home, and essentially beat him up within an inch of his life. He'd
recover, but he was in a lot of pain and even lost a couple of teeth,
evidently.

Blake just about felt the blood leave his body. This was, somehow, not what
he'd expected. Blake thought maybe they'd make the kid suck dicks for a few
months, maybe even his dick. But this? He wasn't prepared to have it on his
conscience. And later, when he snuck into the hospital and saw Chad lying
in the hospital bed, asleep but with cuts and bruises all over, he felt
even worse. This was not an eye for an eye, he figured, this was much
more. He walked home powering through cigarettes one after another, both
angry and horrified at what had happened.

Blake's house was empty when he arrived home, so he swiped a bottle of
vodka from the liquor cabinet this time, no longer caring if its absence
was noticed. He went up into his room, lit another smoke, and started
taking swigs from the bottle. He found the taste of this stuff even worse
than the Jim Beam, but he didn't care. He kept taking slugs from the
bottle, and drags of cigarette after cigarette, until the room around him
began to practically dance and slowly rotate as if on an axis. The pain in
his head came back but he didn't care, he drank to forget. And then he
passed out, his last vision a slow fade into oblivion, almost as if into a
dream.

He woke slowly, hearing the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor, like on a
hospital show. Through squinted eyes and a pounding head, he slowly took in
the fact that he was in a hospital bed, with the remains of a yellow
liquid-filled IV bag dripping fluid into him via a tube hooked up to his
left arm. Eventually he also noticed Hunter slumped over, sleeping, in a
chair nearby. What had happened? The last thing he barely remembered was
how angry he'd felt, grabbing the vodka from the cabinet, and drinking the
night away, or at least beginning to. He hadn't remembered passing out or,
thankfully, putting out that last cigarette when he did. Good thing, he was
in a regular room and not a burn unit thanks to that last moment of
coherence.

Hunter fluttered his eyes and saw his friend and charge was now awake
again. He'd scared the hell out of Hunter the night before, all passed out
on the bed like that, unable to wake up. Hunter grew concerned after Blake
stopped responding to texts on his phone and went across the street to
check, finding Blake in his full blackout state. He'd called an ambulance,
unsure of what else to do.

"Blake? What happened man? I found you passed out."

"I....I don't remember," Blake said quietly before admitting, "I guess I
drank a little."

"A LITTLE? Dude, I found a nearly empty bottle on your bed.."

"I know," Blake said, cutting his friend off. "I guess I just fucked up."

"I just...I wanted to make sure you were OK." Hunter said, filled now with
some amount of regret for the last nearly two years' worth of events.

"I know," Blake finally conceded. He wasn't mad at his friend. He wasn't
sure who exactly he was mad at right now, probably just the adults,
especially the ones on the Senior Council. They beat up that kid, they made
it so he was in a position to be fucked by that kid to begin with. But THIS
feeling, the feeling he experienced right now having drank himself half to
death? This was no way to solve it. In a strange way, this whole thing had
scared him straight. No more drinking.

Blake went home the next day, and the immediate action the Junior and
Senior Councils of Mackey Farms took was to suspend Blake's sexual
obligations until it was decided what would be done with him
now. Certainly, they now knew, they'd fucked up. They'd fucked up with how
they handled the jock kid Chad, and definitely they'd fucked up with how
they'd handled Blake from the beginning. He had been thrown into the pool
hip deep and didn't accede to being a bottom in the normal way boys in town
did, through the traditional agreed upon process of the Choosing. It was
seen as a big ask, of course, being chosen to have so much sex. But the
boys agreed to the process on the way in, and knew its rules. When they
were chosen, they understood why. Blake though, he was simply and suddenly
thrust into it.

So as the council debated, Blake started seeing a substance abuse
counselor, predictably one "in the family" who knew Blake's actual
situation. This was seen as a bit of an overly cautious step perhaps, but a
sensible one in the near term. But Blake was sure he didn't want to end up
like that ever again, regardless of what happened in the future. It just
made him nervous to not know his ultimate fate for the moment.

Two weeks later, the Council reached a decision, even calling Blake and his
dad down to read it to them in person. It was agreed: he was off the hook
of his previously imposed obligations. Everyone agreed that whatever lesson
he was supposed to learn from all of it was learned, and that continuing
the way they were would be too big a risk for all concerned. But, they
asked, would he be willing to spend at least the rest of that time helping
out the other boys, particularly the bottoms that just got chosen this
year, including all the ones already serving? He'd been doing this on and
off unofficially, would he now do it officially? Even sometimes going so
far as to shepherd them sexually as they might require to learn the skills
needed for their duties?

Blake was a bit nervous at making such mentorship official, it only seemed
natural to have some trepidation. But he still felt obligated to those
younger boys. They had their scared and nervous moments, just like he
had. They needed a friend, a mentor. As for Blake, he still yearned for a
purpose. He readily agreed.

He'd have his work cut out for him, especially with Cam, the boy with all
the questions. But he was ready, and willing, to help.


To be continued...


Other stories by this author:

*Little by Little for Little Brother" in gay male, Incest

"Matt Learns To Suck" in gay male, Adult/Youth

"Matt's New Habit" in gay male/young friends

"The Naked Summer" in gay male/young friends

"Rent My Brother" in gay male/incest