Holden Mackey has been Bottommed

Written by Charles Well <charles.well@yandex.com>

Author's Note:

Warning & Introduction

This story is a sexual fantasy about young teen and preteen boys having sex. It was written by an adult for the entertainment of other adults. The people, places and events detailed here are made up. The author would never wish to see the events in this tale happen to anyone in real life.

What follows is yet another story based in the Indian Spring world originally created by Jonas Henley. I started writing this tale several years ago after some email correspondence with a reader of the Sandy Jacobs Story. It was suggested that I write a follow-up epilogue of Jonas Henley's account of the 1968 Mackey Choosing Ceremony he called, "The Dawson Exclusion." Like all of Henley's work, multiple characters were involved, but one of the most prominent in that story was 13-year-old Holden Mackey, who through a series of unfortunate events, was made a Mackey Community Bottom. I agreed that it would be fun to describe some of the initial events in Holden's new life, but enthusiasm lapsed as other writing projects came along. However, I recently unearthed my early drafts of the Holden story (most of chapters 1 to 5) and thought the writing was good enough to share. Hopefully, you will agree. After all, the real story of the bottoms from the 1960s has never been told. This story provides details of the experiences of Holden Mackey during the initial days of his community duties and consists of seven chapters which I plan to release on a weekly basis.

I wish to thank my good buddies Sarge AKA Aldric for proofreading the entire story and Nick for valuable insights and suggestions.

The original copy of "The Dawson Exclusion" can be found at the Nifty Archive here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/mackey-tails/

However, you don't need to have read that to enjoy this latest installment in the saga. If you do like this new story, let me know. That is the only reward Nifty authors receive.

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Charles Well

Chapter 2 – Earlier That Month - Thursday, July 25, 1968

Foster Mackey's pathway to success with the twins had its origins at the Choosing Ceremony held at the secret meeting ground at Old Knot on July 15 that year. And just as there were big winners at the event like Foster, there were losers as well. That year the biggest loser of all was 13-year-old Holden.

On that July night, Holden Mackey stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom unable to sleep. Would he ever sleep again? He didn't think so. His asshole ached. He had never imagined that his asshole would ever ache, but it did. But even that wasn't the reason for his inability to sleep. It was the helplessness about his future that was doing that. It had been a momentous day – a day that changed the direction of his life forever. Well, if not forever, for three years at least, and to any normal 13-year-old boy that might as well have been forever.

He was never likely to forget the announcement made by Council President, Bart Mackey, at the Choosing Ceremony that July day in 1968.

"Reed and Holden, congratulations to you both. You are now Community Bottoms for the Mackey clan, and as such your bottoms, specifically your assholes and the warm tightness inside, will be made available to all boys 12 to one year older than you for the first 4 months, 12 to 2 years older than you for the next four months, as the individual rules provide, and 12 to 3 years older than you for the next 8 months, 12 +4 years for the remainder of the second year, and 12-17 for the third year, until such time that your duty of service is ended. This can, of course, be adjusted as needs. Each and any boy, as provided in the Safeguard Rules that are posted at the clubhouse and that we will go over at the end of this session, may at any time and place, as the rules allow, ask for and expect access to your hole, and your full cooperation and enthusiasm in bringing them off inside you in such a way as you can provide them with maximum pleasure."

But Holden wasn't supposed to be at the Choosing Ceremony this year. He wasn't even on the Official List which consisted of just 12-year-olds. He had skipped the ceremony the year before. Perhaps that had been a mistake, and resentment from boys who were forced to attend had been part of his downfall. But the immediate catalyst for his current predicament was that he and his buddy Sean Dawson had been caught stealing moonshine from another relative's still, and had been literally dragged off to the ceremony where he had no right being. And the day had not ended well for either him or Sean.

After hours of tension and stress the new bottoms were fucked multiple times and forced to provide many blowjobs to older boys. Then the new bottoms had been given a 10-day recovery period after Choosing Day, and before they officially needed to provide anal services for anyone. This was considered a generous grace period from the ravages they had all suffered on the big day and also a time for them to come to terms with their new lives. After that they would need to provide anal relief to just the younger Mackey boys for a short while, but the extent of their obligations increased rapidly.

During the recovery period Holden had largely managed to push the events of Choosing Day from his mind. Surely it was nothing but a nightmare and he would wake up and laugh at such a crazy dream. However, the day before the no-sex grace period was due to expire, Council President, Bart Mackey, arrived at Holden's house with ominous news.

"Morning Holden. I'm making my rounds of all the boys who were on the line at the Choosing last week to explain things. Is there somewhere we can talk in private?" Bart had notice Holden's mother stick her head around the window to see who was there. He knew the news he brought was never welcome and preferred to speak directly with each new bottom.

"We can sit on the porch swings I guess," Holden answered reluctantly. His 11-year-old brother, Phil, joined the two boys at the door.

"Get lost Phil!" Holden yelled at his little brother. This doesn't concern you." There had been a great deal of tension between the two brothers since the 15^th when little Phil was the first in a long series of kids who got to fuck him in the ass. Although the 13-year-old understood that his kid-brother had only become involved in the Choosing Ceremony reluctantly, the fucking had still taken place, and it was hard to even look at the kid now without that painful episode being relived. That was a day Holden was desperate to forget.

"Actually, it does," Bart said menacingly. "He needs to stay."

"What? Why? Oh shit!" Holden looked daggers at Bart but said nothing more as they sat down on the swings.

"You need to watch your language Holden. The Mackey Junior Council will be keeping a close eye on you. You don't want to upset people or we can make your situation even worse."

When Holden didn't respond, Bart continued.

"As President of the Council it's my job to explain the duties and obligations of the new bottoms. For you, these will officially commence at midnight tonight and remain in force for the next three years. Let me start by reading the Council Order, and then I can answer any questions you have. I also need to meet with all the boys who have obtained privileges under these orders and make sure they understand their rights and obligations to the Mackey Brotherhood. Do you both understand?"

Bart looked at Holden and then to Phil. The older boy looked worried, as well he should. He was about to embark on a three-year nightmare of getting fucked in the ass probably 10 times a day at least. Then there were all the blowjobs. He hoped Holden was tough. This was certainly not something he'd wish on any of his friends.

But then Bart noticed a slight smile on the lips of the younger kid. Interesting, he thought. He sensed the tension between the two brothers and guessed Holden had made Phil's life difficult over the past week. Well, Holden needed to get over that. The little kid was in line for some serious payback over many years. That brought a grin to the 17-year-old's face. When it was clear neither boy was going to speak, Bart commenced reading the Council Order.

Bart paused for effect, before asking, "Do you have any questions Holden?"

It was only now dawning on Holden the full extent of his obligations, and he was too horrified to speak.

Phil looked at him and when it was clear his brother wasn't about to say anything, he held up his hand as if in school.

Bart decided to allow the older brother to contemplate his fate for a minute and turned to Phil.

"You don't need to raise your hand. I'm not your school teacher." The response put Phil on edge, but he plowed on with his question regardless. This was important.

"So me and Trey can ask my brother for a fuck whenever we like and he's gotta say yes?"

"That's right. Until each of you turn 12. Then if you are not selected as bottoms at next year's Ceremony you take up those rights again for the remainder of the three years of your brother's service."

Phil smiled at this and continued. "What if some other Mackeys want to fuck Holden's ass? What happens then?"

"Well," Bart considered carefully. "As Community Bottom, Holden is obligated to allow a maximum of 4 and later 5 of his fellow Mackeys, within the prescribed age limits, to fuck him in each 24-hour period."

The older boy turned to look at Holden. "Holden, for your first year of service, you should consider the maximum and minimum number of fucks as the same. The new bottoms are always the most popular and I suspect there will be a long cue of boys wanting a turn in your ass. Next year, after new bottoms are selected, your community burden can decrease, but we'll still expect at least 2 or 3 fucks per day even then."

Bart turned back to Philip. "But the three of you - Foster, you and Trey, as joint-owners are not counted as part of that number of maximum fucks he can give. The good news for Holden is that Harry and Wayne Mackey have already given up any rights they had. Wayne managed to talk himself into a similar sweet-heart deal with Sean Dawson and the Council would never generally allow any Mackey to own more than one bottom when so many kids have none. And 15-year-old Harry has got himself a new and very jealous girlfriend and says he's done with boys for now."

Bart smiled to himself at such a ridiculous notion, before he continued explaining things to Phil.

"And of course, Fisher and Foster also have the unlimited blow-job package. You and Trey don't get that – just the fucks. Of course all of you with access to these unlimited deals will need to negotiate with the others as to the times you spend in Holden's ass or mouth. Other than what I said about turning 12, you and Trey have the right to demand anal sex from Holden whenever you like for three years. Obviously, you shouldn't interfere with the enjoyment of your Mackey brothers while they are enjoying some of Holden's ass, but I'm sure you will find times when he can meet your needs. Isn't that right Holden?"

The 13-year-old looked as if he was about to be physically ill, and was shaking his head. Although it seemed Holden was indicating NO, Bart pressed on. "Of course, if your brother fails to fulfill his commitments under the terms of Order #68-2, you can always approach the Junior Council and we will impose additional punishments to ensure compliance. For example, the Magic Number rule as detailed in the Order."

"Can we do it more than once a day?" Phil asked eagerly.

"Yes, of course, that's what unlimited means," Bart confirmed. He saw tears in the eyes of the 13-year-old and quickly added, "You and Trey only have small cocks for now, but you'll grow, and so will Holden's skill as a bottom. But remember, your brother has strict obligations under this agreement and so try not to get too carried away. And he still needs to find time for chores, and school and homework. There won't be much time for anything else I'd guess."

Bart was always happy to play the role of "first-class prick," but realized he might have over-done it with Holden. "And Holden, I think you lucked out with Fisher owning your mouth. I was up by the stage and caught a glimpse of his equipment. Nothing too impressive there. Maybe something to do with all the time he has spent in hospital. But he'll only be feeding you small quantities of spunk for quite some time yet."

"Yes," Holden complained, "But I gotta blow Foster as well."

"True, but remember that was at your own insistence. The Council tried to talk you out of that. Your decisions have consequences. Think of it every time you go down on Foster over the next three years. Besides, Reed's mouth is owned by 15-year-old Micah Mackey who will clearly be feeding him a much higher daily dose than you'll be getting – well for a while at least."

Holden looked totally defeated, but Phil hadn't noticed his brother's dark mood. He was too wrapped up in the excitement of the moment. It was like Christmas all over again. "What about the part about Holden giving blowjobs to some other boys when Foster or Fisher ask him? Do we get that too?"

"No, sorry buddy. I guess you could always ask Foster or Fisher to grant you a suck. But you have unlimited access to his ass, so I guess you will just have to live with that!" Bart concluded sarcastically.

"And Holden, if you are ever short on meeting you daily quota of fucks, remember we now have the Bottom Room at the clubhouse available. Have you seen that yet?"

Holden shook his head, "No."

"Remember you are a full Mackey now with all rights and privileges. You can hang out at the Mackey Junior Council Clubhouse whenever you like. The whole place has been renovated in the last 6 months and there are all sorts of great things there. There's even a pin-ball machine room. And one of your privileges of being a bottom is that you and your follow bottoms always have first rights with any of the machines. But don't ignore the Bottom Room. The Council will expect you to use it from time to time."

"Can I come to the Clubhouse too?" asked Philip.

"No sorry Phil, that's just for kids who have been through a Choosing."

Philip looked disappointed, but plowed on. "I heard about that Bottom Room. Our dad made the bathroom there. A friend told me there's a balcony all around the room with beanbags and easy chairs where kids can relax and watch as the bottoms get fucked."

"That's right," answered Bart. That's why I recommended to your brother whenever he falls short with his daily quota of fucks. There's always kids available there looking for a horny ass to fuck. We call it the Bottom Room because it's a new extension at the bottom of the house. And obviously it's a place for boys to have some fun with the bottoms. Some actively involved and others just watching."

It was clear Holden was too stunned to say anything, so Bart looked about not sure what else to say. "I am leaving one copy of Order #68-2 for each of you. Holden, your copy is to attest to your obligations to the Mackey community. Phil, your copy is to certify the entitlements you have been granted. Use it wisely, but don't get too carried away. Remember you and your buddy Trey will definitely be on the line next year and what goes around, comes around. Understand?"

Phil nodded that he did, even though he didn't have the first clue about what Bart meant.

"Holden, I'll follow up with you in a few days' time to see how things are going."

He handed over the papers.

"Midnight?" asked Phil.

"Yes, midnight tonight for the next three years," said a grinning Bart as he got up and made his way off the porch.

***

The next few days would turn out far worse than Holden ever anticipated.

Three hours after Bart left, he got a phone call from Foster. It was clear that he had been the next boy on Bart's rounds. Foster was a second-cousin and both boys were part of the extended Mackey clan. Foster had tried to assist and protect his friend at the recent ceremony, but all his efforts to help came to nothing. Holden was selected as a Community Bottom and through some good fortune, Foster ended up co-owning both the ass and mouth of his friend for the next three years.

Foster had just turned 14 and was about six months older than his buddy Holden. They had always gotten along fairly well and enjoyed playing together as they grew up. The family connections were strong as well. Their grandfathers had been life-long friends and Foster's younger brother, Trey, and Holden's younger brother, Phil, were both 11 and had been best friends for as long as either could remember.

But since Choosing Day there was only one enduring image Holden had of his friend - Foster's boy dick. He had a trigger-happy erection which was constantly steel hard and stood straight up, about 4 ½ inches long with a pronounced head, swollen with a sharp ridge that dropped back in to the shaft and rising like a skyscraper out of the tight nest of soft dusty brown hairs at the base. His pecans were large and hung low in his nutsack and Holden knew, from first-hand experience at both ends, just how much teen boy juice they could produce. The supply was endless - viscous, and sticky with a tart, salty taste. And yes, he knew that taste. It had been Foster who took his oral cherry, but he was also the first to fill his ass with thick Mackey boy-cum, as tradition required.

And then the words his friend spoke that dreadful day still haunted his dreams and were the cause of sleepless nights.

"Holden, I'm tellin' you, I swear I won't be able to hold back. You don't know how nice it is fucking your ass, and just the thought of pulling your mouth down on my -- shit, if you only knew how hard you were making me, offering me this, Holden."

It hardly seemed possible now that it had all happened. But it had.

"Hi Holden. How's your asshole feeling?" asked Foster on the phone.

Holden was brought back to reality with a start. He was stunned by the question and the only thing he could say was, "Err!" but his friend wasn't put off and plowed on regardless.

"We're having a three-day sleepover at my place starting tonight. My mother and sister are away for a week looking at colleges. She's taken Frasier as well. Didn't want him around the sex stuff apparently."

Foster laughed.

"My dad says it's okay to have all the guys who own your ass or your mouth over for some fun. I want to get an early start on proceedings. You know Holden, this really is the best thing that's ever happened to me. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to it. Don't forget to bring Phil."

Foster had one older sister, Savannah, who had just finished High School and would be starting college in the fall. And he had two brothers, Trey aged 11, who also had his own rights to Holden's ass, and little Frasier, aged 9. They would learn later that Frasier had been left, under extreme protest, with his grandparents, his mother's family.

"Sorry Foster, I'm not sure my parents..."

"Don't give me that shit Holden. As of midnight tonight, I own both your mouth and ass and I'm gonna use them. You make it happen with your rents. Tell them it's Mackey business. They need to get used to that. Besides, my dad spoke to your dad and you can stay for the 3 days. Maybe even longer if you like."

Holden was pretty sure he wouldn't "like" spending one day at Foster's place, let alone three. But he was trapped. And Foster had more to say.

"Plus I know you gotta get a minimum of four fucks from your Mackey brothers tomorrow and every day after that for the next month. Then it goes up to five per day for the remainder of your two years. But don't worry, I got you covered Holden. I know just the guys I want to invite for second dibs. No guys with big dicks – not to start with at least. But we'll do your first day as a new Mackey bottom as a public event. My dad says that should stop any argument about the low age of the guys that get to fuck you. I've got three 12-year-olds and one 13-year-old lined up to meet us at the Bench-Clearing in the Unnamed Wood. It's a nice spot with that padded bench for you to get fucked over and there's plenty of room for spectators. I've been spreading the word. I think the other new bottoms will be there too. I've been on the phone for, like hours organizing all this stuff."

Foster was clearly expecting a "thank-you" from Holden, but when his friend didn't speak, he guessed the cause of the problem.

"Yeah well, I guess it must be a little embarrassing getting publicly fucked in the ass by a bunch of younger kids, but surely it's better than having four big cocks up there. I wouldn't know as I've never had to take it up the ass. But once you get broken in a bit, I'm sure you'll be able to handle those bigger dicks. That's what Bart says anyway. Leave all that to me. I'm always gonna look after your interests Holden, as I promised."

"By the way, I got the okay from Bart too for being in charge of managing your time – at least for a while. All you have to do is bring your ass and your mouth. I'll do the rest."

Foster laughed out loud again at his little joke.

"As I said, I'm really looking forward to this sleepover. And oh, you know my little cousins, the twins, Lewis and Lionel, they'll be here too. Not my idea. The little fuckers were dumped here for 5 weeks while their parents do some training course over in LA. They're Mackeys in the 10^th Kinset, but they've got no rights to your ass or anything. So not a problem I guess?"

He asked this as a question, but before Holden could answer, his friend continued. "Let me speak to Phil. I need to co-ordinate stuff with him."

It was clear his friend was completely hyper! Holden could only gulp. Was this to be his life for the next three years? Surely not. But fuck! More kids around to watch while he got fucked. He had met those twins before. They were spoilt, shitty little brats in Phil's 5th grade class at school last year. Surely, Foster didn't expect him... Then he remembered the wording of Order #68-2. "Anytime Foster or Fisher ask him to give a blowjob to some other boy he will comply and without argument eagerly fellate them to orgasm and swallow all ejaculate. Foster and Fisher agree that Holden will perform some oral sex in public, especially with other Mackey boys, for the gratification and pleasure of the Mackey boy community." Could things get any worse?

It seemed they would. Phil was on the phone to Foster for about 30 seconds when his little brother gave him orders for the first time in their lives.

"Foster says you're not allowed to listen to me. He says you have to wait in the back yard till I come and get you."

Fuck that, thought Holden, but he didn't say anything. He had seen his mother loitering about and he guessed he needed to tell her about tonight. He couldn't see how he could get out of it.

He followed her to the kitchen, but she indicated they could talk out in the back yard. She had obviously heard more than he thought.

"I heard enough to have some idea what's going on," she said as they both sat down on the garden furniture there. Foster wants to have a sleepover?"

"Yes, Mom, but I don't want to go."

"I can guess why. Your father grew up around here. He's a Mackey. And since you were picked as a Community Bottom, we have had many long and often heated discussions."

"Mom!" uttered Holden piteously when she mentioned his bottom status. It had been the most difficult thing he had ever had to do in his life when he told his parents about the Choosing Day. He was not supposed to even be there, but because of some very stupid decisions, he and another boy, Sean Dawson, had been dragged there against their will and both ended the day as bottoms.

"I don't like it. I don't like it one little bit, but your father insists that you fulfill your obligations to the community. He says you can't get out of it without our whole family leaving the state. Besides, he says you will get used to it and will probably start to enjoy the notoriety."

"Mom!" said Holden again. He was hardly convinced that "notoriety" as a Mackey Community Bottom was what he needed.

"Your father's words, not mine. Anyway, I said we would see how things go for the next little while. He has some influence on the Senior Council if things get out of control. Besides, he will speak to Philip and make sure he looks after you."

"Mom, Phil is just 11. He's gonna do whatever Foster and the others say."

"Well, maybe. But your father has promised to keep a careful eye on you and ensure things don't get out of hand. You can always talk to him. I gather he used to do all this "stuff" when he was a boy. For me, I'd prefer not to know too many of the details. Now you run inside and take a shower. I won't have people complaining about your hygiene. Then you and Philip need to take a nap. It sounds like you will be up late tonight."

By then Phil had come outside grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "You can go in now," he said. "Have a shower like Mom suggested. We need you clean. I can't tell you any more though. I think Foster is real good at organizing stuff."

That's exactly what worried Holden.

***

The two brothers did manage to get some sleep for a large chunk of the afternoon. It had been hot for the past several weeks with temperatures well in the 90s and it didn't look like the heat wave was going to break any time soon.

Around 8:00 PM Holden was awoken by his brother. It was summer and still light, but he guessed it would become dark in an hour or so.

"Mom has dinner ready and dad wants to talk to us both after that. Then we're supposed to be over at Foster's house before 10:30," Phil explained as he turned on the light and started rummaging through Holden's closet. He pulled out a pair of cut-off jean shorts from one of the drawers and held then up for examination. Denim cut-offs were starting to become popular in the big cities by the late 1960's when fashion, style and art all began to take on a new life of its own. People were fed up with war and politics as usual, the counterculture movement began to take full swing and people began to find ways to express themselves through their style and fashion. But in a small town like Indian Spring, cut-offs at this time more than likely meant a boy's parents wanted to get another summer from an old pair of jeans that had too many holes and/or patches around the knees. The cutting off was done at home with scissors, not at a factory. Holden knew these cut-offs were old and probably way too small now, but Phil seemed satisfied. Then he found an old blue button-down shirt, and a pair of tighty-whitie underwear in one of the drawers. Tighty-whitie underwear was the fashion for boys at the time. Boxers were their father's generation and no boy would be caught dead in them.

"Put these on. But you can wear your Keds, and these socks. Foster's orders."

The socks were about the only thing that would fit him properly. They were new that summer and meant to be worn with shorts. "Elasticized Knee Socks" the package had claimed. Holden was still too drowsy to argue, but then he sat up in bed with a start. "Oh shit!" he muttered to himself when he remembered what awaited him – for the rest of his life, or so it now seemed.

Dinner for the boys consisted of salad sandwiches, and was held downstairs at the kitchen table. Their parents had already eaten and Mom made silly small talk while they ate. There was considerable tension in the air – between their mother and father, and between the brothers themselves.

As the brothers finished eating, their mother made an obvious excuse to leave the house. It was clear she didn't want to be part of what was to happen next.

"I need to check-on old Mrs. Jacobs down the road. She's been ailing lately. You boys be on your best behavior and I'll see you,.. Err, - soon. The sleepover will be two or three days long according to your father." Then she bolted for the door.

The brothers looked at each other. The comment about "best behavior" caused Phil to smirk at his older sibling.

When their mother was gone, their father spoke for the first time since they had come down to eat.

Mr. Randall Mackey was a 37-year-old plumber by trade and had lived his entire life in and around Indian Spring. He was tall, solidly built, typical of men who worked with their hands. He grew up during the Depression and the Second World War and barely finished High School. Still, he had a good reputation around town and he largely depended on local business to keep his plumbing contracting company in operation. It was through his many Mackey contacts that he managed to make a good living. The family was hardly rich, but they more than got by and were better off than many.

"We need to talk boys. I've been putting this discussion off, but it's time. Sit down and make yourselves comfortable. We need to talk about things that won't be easy for any of us." He paused as if considering his words.

"Holden, I'm really disappointed and angry that through your own stupidity you have put our entire family in this difficult situation. I used my influence on the Senior Council to keep both you boys off the Choosing Lists, but then you went ahead and did something totally unexpected. What were you thinking? If only you hadn't got involved with that Dawson boy. Bad seed. That whole family. If he hadn't got you involved in stealing moonshine, none of this..."

Randall sensed his oldest son was about to argue. They had already had this part of the discussion, last week, when Holden told him how he had ended up at the Mackey Choosing Ceremony. Because of his wife's religious convictions, Randall had used his limited influence at the Senior Council to ensure his sons would both stay off the Choosing Lists. But the Dawson boy had got his older son involved in stuff he never should. Stealing moonshine and then being dragged off to the 1968 Ceremony he had no business being at. And now even Philip was caught up in the Mackey traditions and he was on the List next year for sure. But that was all in the past now and couldn't be changed. He was angry and upset, but what could he do? About 60% of his work came from his Mackey contacts, and they'd drop him like a stone if he tried to go against the traditions. He had certainly made more than full use of the bottoms when he was a youngster himself. He still remembered some of those good times with appreciation to this day. But he never imagined his own boys would be involved in all that. However, it would be seen for what it was - too much of a "double standard" if he tried to get Holden out of his current fate. Double Standard was a new phrase, popular in these changing times of the 1960s and he guessed it applied to him. But were teens in the 40s so very different to kids today? Of course not.

"Alright, I know you don't blame Dawson, so let's skip that and concentrate on the place you are in now. Mr. Ben Corbin gave me a copy of the Mackey Junior Council Order #68-2. Let me explain what that means."

"Dad, I think I already know..."

"I suggest you sit there and be quiet. I've had enough of your back-talk for one day already."

Holden shut up. When his father used the "back-talk" phrase he knew he was just one step away from a very unpleasant experience with the man's razor strop.

"Have you ever heard the words, `Mackey rules'?" asked the man directly to his older son.

"Yes, Sir. They have lots of rules, like the ones where they made me a bottom."

"Yes, but it's more than the rules themselves. It's a "concept" – a way of thinking adopted by the family two hundred years ago when our ancestors, Thomas and Michael McKie, first came to this country. Basically, "Mackey rules" means that you have to do what you said you would, or are required to do under an obligation to the clan."

"Like Holden being a community bottom," Phil cut in helpfully.

"Right!" the man continued. "But more than just do it. You have to do it happily and without argument – even with enthusiasm, even though you probably hate it. If you don't, they start imposing penalties which are enforced by the bigger kids on the Council. Physically if needed. Believe me, the penalties are always far worse than what you had to do in the first place. I remember when I was a kid one of my friends lost a bet where he had agreed to give a blow-job to the winner. When he refused to do it, the boy who was owed the blowjob took the matter to the Junior Council. They made my buddy blow five 15-year-olds, drink their cum, and then ask each one to fuck him. And even after all that he had to go back to the original kid he made the stupid bet with, and say he was sorry. Then he had to offer him as many free blow-jobs as he wanted over the next 6 months. My advice. Don't piss-off the Mackey Council."

The two brothers grinned sheepishly at each other. This was definitely a side of their father they hadn't seen before. He had never talked about "blow-jobs." Like all kids, they assumed that was something only boys of their generation understood. He certainly had their shocked attention.

The man noticed the exchanged look and couldn't let that pass. Today was not the time for mincing words.

"Boys having sex with other boys is nothing new. That's as old as time itself. The Choosing Ceremony goes back something like over 150 years and I certainly made use of many of the Mackey bottoms when I was your age. Endless generations of Mackey boys have."

Now he had really stunned his two sons. Holden was desperately trying to get the image of his father fucking another boy out of his brain. He knew all his Mackey friends in town and he couldn't imagine his old man bending one of those over a log in the woods or somewhere.

"Okay, let me summarize your situation then. Holden, you were chosen as a Mackey Community bottom in the 1968 Choosing, getting the second highest number of votes I understand. You were fucked by five of your Mackey brothers on Choosing Day? Is that all correct?"

"Yes, Sir," answered a now very reluctant and timid sounding young teen staring at his feet. He was certainly not about to look at his dad.

"So it's all official then," the man continued. "Your 10 day no-sex recovery period ends today at midnight. From here on, as a Mackey Community Bottom, you will be expected to allow at least four boys to fuck you in the asshole every day for the next 30 days. They can shoot their cum up your ass or all over your face and body if they prefer. You have no say in that decision. You can give more than four boys a fuck if you or Foster wishes, but four is the minimum. Then after the 30 days break-in period, the minimum number increases to five. There are the age restrictions as I'm sure Bart explained. Starting tomorrow your ass will be available to all boys 12 to 14 for the first 4 months, and then 12 to 15 for the following four months. And it only gets worse after that. None of this is a happy prospect and it was never something your mother or I wanted for either of you. But you made your bed when you and Dawson went out stealing moonshine and now you must live with the consequences of those actions. As I said, I'm disappointed, very disappointed, but the facts can't be changed."

The man paused for a moment. This was never a conversation he wanted to have, but that ship had sailed and he continued.

"And the point in me explaining the concept of "Mackey Rules" is that there are community expectations about how the bottoms behave. Holden, the Mackey boy community expects, no demands, that you will always do your very best to provide each of your daily quota of customers the most satisfactory fuck you can. Your needs, wants or desires are no longer relevant. Your only task is to make sure each of those boys leave your asshole happy. They can demand to fuck you at a place and manner of their choosing, provided no non-Mackeys are present. They can fuck you alone or with one hundred Mackeys watching. They can make you strip naked, wear a dress or anything else that turns them on. They can fuck you in any position they want and can change positions at their will. You have no say in that either. You must say yes to whatever they request and always do your very best to give each and every one of them the best possible fuck you can. Your asshole will hurt and you will hate every minute of it, but you are always expected to smile and do whatever they say. They cannot physically harm you, but they have the right to embarrass and degrade you as they like. After all, you are a Mackey Community Bottom and you got yourself into this."

The man looked down at his two sons. He knew Holden was upset, and he had thought long and hard about how to talk to him about his future. He concluded that he needed to be frank and honest, but stern and unambiguous at this point. He also wanted the boys to trust him and know there was nothing they could say or do that might shock him. There was no time for other options now, even if there were any. His oldest son needed to have no illusions about the position he was in. It wouldn't harm either of the boys to put a bit of fright into them. They both had their own demons to face over the next few years.

"Any questions so far?" asked Randall already knowing full well there wouldn't be. Both boys were staring at the ground. Holden looked like he was about to cry.

"Okay then. Let's continue. The normal term of service for a bottom is two years, but in a series of acts of gross stupidity, mostly instigated by you I understand, you managed to end up with six boys given ownership of your ass and with virtually unlimited access to your bottom any time, day or night, not for two years, but three. Those boys are Foster Mackey, Fisher Mackey, Harry Mackey, Wayne Mackey, Tray Mackey, and your own brother Philip. Is that correct?"

Holden could only nod and bow his head in shame. The man continued.

"But it gets worse. It is also my understanding that Junior Council Member, Bodie Mackey, ordered that Foster had been so manipulative during the Choosing Ceremony that they took away his rights to both your mouth and ass that they had previously granted. However, at your insistence, you demanded that Foster should be allowed to keep total and unrestricted access. In fact, you were asked several times to confirm this and you agreed on each occasion."

The man pulled out a paper from his shirt pocket and looked at it sadly.

"Indeed, this was such an unusual request, it was actually recorded in the minutes by the secretary. A friend of mine on the Senior Council stated that he had never heard of such a request before and asked me if you were homosexual and hot for Foster's cock. I can't tell you how embarrassing that was for me."

Holden had tears running down his cheeks by now, but Randall Mackey continued with his chewing out.

"Here, let me quote.

"Minutes of the 1968 Choosing Ceremony, July 15.

Bart Mackey: "You're aware Foster will get his rights with no restrictions at all on your mouth AND your ass, save that he has to wash before going from butt to mouth, and no complaints from you, for three whole years, Holden?"

Holden affirmed his acceptance with a vigorous nod.

Then Bart responded, "OK, Foster, He's all yours for however you want to use him. It's irrevocable."

"It wasn't like that Dad. I wanted to thank Foster for doing his best to protect me at the Choosing."

"So this was a boy you sucked off, drank all his cum, and later he fucked you and implanted his sperm deep inside your bowels. Then he gets unlimited and unrestricted access to your ass and mouth for three years, and you thought you needed to thank him? I can't believe that any son of mine would be that stupid. Did it ever occur to you that Bodie Mackey was correct, and Foster was manipulating you from the very beginning? Whatever you thought of this boy 10 days ago, let me assure you, he will change. He now has virtually unlimited power over you and that always changes people. I saw exactly that during the war. And sadly, you have three full years to learn to regret your folly."

Tears were streaming down Holden's cheeks now. Randall knew the boy was in real pain with this brutal explanation of his current circumstances, but he needed to have no illusions about what he'd done to himself. Hopefully Philip would learn from this as well. The man realized that his point had been made and he needed to soften things a bit.

"Stop crying Holden." He pulled his oldest son into a firm embrace and continued.

"I know you and sort of understand why you did what you did. But it's time you started looking after `number one' and caring about others less. You have always been a sucker for a sob story and look where that got you. Now you are literally the sucker of the entire Mackey boy community."

Randall looked down at his son. The boy was totally losing it now. There were tears streaming down his cheeks and he had to admit, his last comment was a little below the belt. Still, it was essential that Holden absorb this message.

"I need you to promise me here and now that you will NEVER volunteer to do anything more than you are expected to do for any Mackey in future. Never let your overdeveloped sense of fairness or guilt or whatever, encourage you to offer more. People will use a sucker every time. Don't ever feel sorry for anyone else, because they will never give a shit about you. If offering a fuck or blowjob is not part of your specific duties, you don't do it. Like in the army, never volunteer. Do what you need to do, but nothing more. I served in Korea with many guys who thought they were heroes, but most of them never came home. The world is cruel and chews up and spits out the `nice guys.' You need to harden your heart. Can you at least promise me that?"

"I promise," Holden managed to say.

"Good! Also you have to know I will try my best to reverse the worst aspects of the deal you were handed on Choosing Day. I went before the full Senior Council this afternoon and lodged a formal complaint about what has been done to you. They will speak to the Junior Council about your case. I can't promise anything of course, but we can hope. For example, the idea of six different boys being given ownership of your ass is just unheard of. However, until we hear from them, you need to ensure you are the best bottom the Mackey boy community has ever seen. I suspect a lot will depend on how well you perform your duties initially. Do everything you are required to do. But nothing more."

Holden wiped his eyes and looked up hopefully for the first time. His situation still sucked, but at least his father was trying to help.

"Thanks Dad," and then father and son hugged in a heart-felt embrace.

"And Holden. One last thing. I'm giving Philip unlimited rights to your mouth for the entire time of your service. This is something just between us three. It's completely unofficial. He can only use those rights when you two are alone and he will never mention anything about it to anyone, ever. Philip, do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

The man appeared satisfied and continued. "Holden, it's because of your actions that he will find himself on the line at next year's Choosing. I had not planned that for either of you, so I reckon you owe your kid-brother a little fun. But don't abuse this Philip."

The younger boy smiled broadly at this news. Christmas had come early once again.

"Philip, you are getting the right to your brother's mouth for a price. You need to look after him. I know you are only 11, but you must come and tell me if your brother faces real abuse. Taking a boy's cock up his ass in the normal course of his bottom duties is fine, but if someone really tries to harm him in any way, you need to tell me. Hopefully, you'll know when it's time to act."

The man looked over to what he hoped was his more responsible younger son who nodded.

"And Philip, the Mackey Council have given you rights to your brother's ass. Well okay, but don't ever let me hear of you bragging about what you two do. Not for Holden's sake, but for yours. Mackey politics is a tricky business and people can turn against you just like that."

Their father snapped his fingers together dramatically, creating a loud "crack" sound that filled the room.

"I've seen it happen, where 11-year-olds make use of a bottom and brag about it. Then at the Choosing when their time comes, a lot of kids will think you need to be brought down a peg or two. You do have some protection next year, but your ass is far from safe. And I strongly recommend you and your friend Trey don't start lending Holden's services out to people, at least until you have both gone through the Choosing next year. Just tell kids that only Foster has that right. Most kids won't know. Lending him to some kids and not others will piss almost everyone off. Any questions?"

Neither of the boys said anything, so Randall Mackey looked up at the large wall clock. It was just past 10 PM.

"You boys grab a soda and a few cookies for energy. I suspect you'll need it. Then brush your teeth and get moving. Good luck tonight, both of you. Holden, try to make the best of this very bad situation. We'll see you in a few days. There's no hurry to get home. I suspect Foster has all sorts of wonderful plans. Wonderful for him at least!"

And Foster did.

To be continued...