Written by Charles Well <charles.well@yandex.com>
Author's Note:
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/
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Charles Well
News of the happenings at the 1968 Choosing spread quickly around the fathers as it always did. But Gerry Mackey hadn't paid much attention this year. Foster had had an easy time at the ceremony two years ago, and Trey wouldn't be on the List until 1969 – an ominous year he worried. And his youngest boy, Frasier, was only 9 and years away from any danger. But by mid-afternoon on July 15, he started getting cryptic phone calls and messages of congratulations from cousins he hardly ever spoke to. Apparently, his son Foster had worked the system, changed the rules to get 11-year-olds involved, had obtained considerable protection for Trey in 69, and ended up with unlimited rights to both the ass and mouth of one of the bottoms. He couldn't believe it. He knew his son Foster was smart. He always did well at school, and could be a "people person" when he put in the effort, but he had never shown an interest in family politics.
With the news buzzing around his brain, Gerry Mackey took off early from work and went straight to the famous Mackey-Sanders tavern where most of the fathers hung out on Choosing Day. After two hours and paying for several rounds of drinks, the highlights of the 1968 event had been revealed. Quite a few surprises apparently and something they'd be talking about for days around the bar. Fielding Mackey, father of Reed, was celebrating the fact that his son had been made a bottom. Gerry didn't understand it at all, but Fielding was one of the family members from deep in the woods and he knew that lot were always a bit strange. A little later he also heard that Fielding had another reason to be happy. He had one a large bet with Mark Jacobs, the father of another boy there that day.
Gerry made his excuses and headed for the door when he ran straight into Randall Mackey, the father of his son's new bottom. The men knew each other of course, but neither were regulars at the tavern. Besides, Randall was 8 years younger than him and they never had anything to do with each other growing up. But Gerry knew his sons Foster and Trey were friends with the two kids of Randall. It was an uncomfortable meeting and neither man knew what to say exactly. Gerry took the lead. He stated he was determined to keep an eye on things and ensure his boys didn't get too carried away. He also promised that once school restarted, he intended to greatly curtail Foster's movements - at least on school nights. The two men agreed to get together again next week when they both had time to come to terms with all this.
He arrived home around his usual time and dragged his two oldest sons out to the old barn for a man-chat. He congratulated Foster and Trey on their achievement at the ceremony and insisted they tell him every single thing that happened. It had been fascinating to hear all the gory details and it actually made father and sons much closer. Although never mentioning his own past, Gerry didn't ever try to hide any of the Mackey traditions from his boys, but they had never discussed things in anything like the depth they did that day.
Through the man's open encouragement and obvious acceptance of the crudest boy language and attitudes, a virtual stroke by stroke account of the day was revealed to Gerry Mackey. He suspected there were very few other fathers that got anything like this level of intelligence. But Foster and Trey were proud of their achievements on the day and happily described the sense of power and ecstasy they had as they got to fuck or receive a blowjob from another boy. He learned about Sean Dawson's fucks from Piper, Hal and Dong. Then there was Corey's fuck from Damian, Reed's fucks from Aaron, Kurt and Drake, and in lavish detail, his own sons fucks and blowjobs with Foster. And his oldest son proudly explained how he had come up with the idea of getting the 11-year-olds involved and how fucking Holden actually benefited Trey for next year. The man couldn't have been prouder.
As the full import of the Choosing Day events sunk in, the man started mulling possibilities over in his mind. Within days, it had become an obsession. Clearly Gerry and his brother Bert, the one who had used him so viciously all those years ago, were now adults, and the rules of the Mackey boy community were no longer applicable to them. But Bert now had two very cute blue-eyed, blond headed 11-year-old twin sons. Lewis and Lionel were Mackey (in the 10th Kinset), but since he married, Bert and his family had lived in Bartlett and were not regularly involved in any of the Mackey family activities. Gerry guess that, as a result, the twins only had very limited knowledge of family lore. Well that was about to change. He was absolutely certain that these two adorable blonds, with the cutest bubble butts he'd ever seen, would be sure to win selection at next year's Choosing Ceremony. He had nothing against the twins themselves, other than the fact that they were arrogant, spoilt, and lazy. And oh, they were both terrible bullies to younger and or weaker boys and each had a "mean streak" a mile wide. No, two more deserving Mackey bottoms in 1969 he couldn't imagine. But most of all it would just be fun to watch as a guy who used him so unmercifully all those years ago, had to learn to cope with his own two boys becoming the most popular and fucked bottoms in Mackey history. The only problem with the plan was how to get them to the 69 Choosing? The fact they lived just a few miles outside the Indian Spring town limits might save their asses. Still there were always alternatives if you knew the rules.
The motto 'Carpe diem' (seize the day) had been ingrained into Foster by his father from an early age. So he did. He told the twins to follow him up to his bedroom for a little chat.
"Sit down guys." Foster pointed to his bed and got the twins seated down as he paced back and forth as if unsure what to say.
"First, I need you both to promise that nothing I say here leaves this room. This is private Mackey business and all of this is top secret. You shouldn't even talk to Phil or Trey about what we say here – for now at least. Can I have your word on that?"
Both twins held up their right hands as if ready to swear an oath. "We agree," they said in unison.
"Good! Here is the situation. As primary owner of Holden I can grant you two access to him for a few fucks, but you know the Mackey Junior Council have strict protocols about this stuff and if I don't follow all the rules it could go badly for me. Okay?"
Lewis and Lionel both nodded in agreement. They had no idea what a protocol even was, but it sounded serious.
"You see, your main problem is that you haven't been recognized as official Mackeys by attending a Choosing. Phil and Trey were at the one for this year and so were a bunch of other kids your age. But..."
"We didn't even know about it," protested Lewis. "If we knew Phil and Trey were going, we would have gone there too. The problem is our dad never talks about Mackey stuff. He's got something against it. We don't know what."
"He never tells us stuff like your dad does," added Lionel.
"Well, fine. I can put your names down for the 69 Choosing. That will be on July 15 next year. You'll both be 12 then right? That's a special year as far as the Mackey are concerned, so you will be welcome. We don't always get enough kids from the 10th Kinset there you know."
"Fine, but you say'n we have to wait like 12 months before we can pork Holden?" asked Lewis.
"Well not necessarily. Have you ever heard of"quid pro quo?" It's Latin.
"Latin?" asked Lewis doubtfully. Each twin looked at the other, but neither said anything. Foster never expected they'd would know the phrase. His own father had only mentioned it to him a few days ago. But he was happy to use it as part of this little spiel. It sounded adult and legal.
"It means "a favor for a favor," or "give and take", "tit for tat", "you scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours", or "one hand washes the other." You get the idea?"
"Not really," said Lewis.
"Okay, let me speak plainly. I will be risking punishment from the Mackeys if I let you fuck Holden. So to do that, I want something in return."
"What?" asked Lionel. "We don't got much money."
"I don't want your money. I want these." Foster slapped each twin as near to their butts as he could get while they were sitting.
"What? Are you crazy?" asked Lewis. "You want our asses?"
"You want to fuck our bottoms?" added Lionel, finally understanding.
"Yes, that's the price. I need "like for like." I'll be letting you fuck Holden. To make sure you never talk to anyone about that and word doesn't get back to the Council, I need to do the same to you. Then I can rest easy knowing you'll never talk, if I can talk about what I did to you."
"No way. You're cracked man," said Lewis emphatically, playing up his offended 11-year-old dignity to the max.
"Cracked," Lionel repeated just as firmly.
"Well that's fine by me. But you guys are my cousins and I can certainly understand that you'd like a little fun, like Trey and Phil. So let me tell you the deal. I propose a One for Five arrangement. I get one genuine fuck from each of you and you each get five turns in Holden's ass. That's a pretty generous deal, and I'm only offering this to you because you guys are my first cousins. The same for blowjobs. A one for five deal."
Foster could see that neither twin was quite ready to reject this possibility out of hand.
"Well, you don't need to decide now. Think about it. There's no hurry. In fact, it's better for me if you don't accept the deal. No risk for me then. But if you do decide to go ahead, I will need the fuck or blowjob from you first before you get a go with Holden."
Foster saw that the two 11-year-olds were caught on the horns of a dilemma. He was hoping that horn would soon be replaced by something he kept in his pants. What made it worse for the twins was that their buddies from school had already been granted full access to the Mackey bottom.
"I know what you're thinking," said Foster looking at the twins. "I could fuck you both and then still say no to letting you fuck Holden."
Neither boy had actually been thinking that at all. They hadn't progressed past the idea of letting their 14-year-old cousin fuck them. They had become fixated on that concept. Their brains hadn't caught up with the potential for further issues beyond that. The problem was that they had seen Foster in action just a few minutes ago with Holden. Both quite liked what they saw then and thought he'd done a brilliant job. But now it was a bit more personal – well let's face it – a hell of a lot more personal, if they were to be the ones being pounded.
But Foster ignored their silence and continued speaking. "So to guarantee that won't happen, I'm prepared to sign a written contract setting out the terms of the agreement. The five for one deal will be renewable. For another five fucks with Holden you let me fuck you once more. Same for the BJs. Bye the way, do you know the Mackey rule about blowjobs?"
"Both boys shook their heads, "no."
"The guy doing the sucking has to drink all the cum. You can ask Phil and Trey about that. They saw it at the Choosing. Anyway, don't decide anything tonight. It's already really late. Let me know your answer tomorrow afternoon sometime. If you decide to go ahead, I'll bring you each up here separately. We won't be doing it in public, but Holden will have to watch as a witness."
"What? Why?" asked Lewis.
"Because you want to fuck him or get blowjobs from him and he needs to know you are proper Mackey. Okay, let's get to bed."
It appeared that both boys wanted to ask questions, but Foster cut them off. "No questions now. We can talk about it more tomorrow."
Meanwhile, Holden sat on the toilet in the bathroom down the corridor from the rumpus room. He could still hear the other boys yelling and play-fighting as they finished setting up the mattresses and sleeping bags. Well, he guessed they were happy. They had all had a great night so far and this three-day sleepover was far from done. But Holden himself was deeply depressed about his new life. He knew things would only be going downhill from here on out. So far that night he had got a total of 5 boys off in his ass or mouth – Foster twice, Fisher once, but there was another blowjob there to do before he slept, and Phil and Trey once. But no one had offered him any relief. None of the five had ever actually even touched his cock. Foster had even forbidden him to jack himself off. It wasn't fair. Several times during the evening he had actually got boned up. Like when he was doing the strip-tease, but he had been treated like a chattel the entire evening. No one had even enquired how he was coping although he was doing all the work to get those guys off. His life really sucked.
By the time Holden arrived back in the rumpus-room all the boys were in their sleeping bags on mattresses on the floor. There was a good supply of pillows about and it all looked comfortable enough.
"You're with me over here," Fisher yelled as he came in. Holden walked over to him without another word.
"I'm turning off the lights now." Foster announced. "Try and get some sleep. It'll be a busy day tomorrow."
With that, the room went dark. Fisher pulled himself up behind Holden as the boy lay on his side facing away. They were sharing Fisher's oversized sleeping bag.
"Sorry, Holden," Fisher whispered into his ear. I really need that second suck if I'm going to get any sleep here tonight. This is really uncomfortable for me on the floor. Can you do it now?"
The twins who were just a few feet away started giggling, but Holden ignored them. He tried to slip down into the double sleeping bag to get Fisher's cock. That proved highly impracticable and eventually the two of them ended up outside the bag. Fisher had taken off his shirt, but was still wearing his jeans and underwear. Because of the darkness, he had fewer objections when Holden got his pants all the way down to his knees. Like the first blowjob, Fisher didn't last long this time either and in less than 4 minutes, he shot 5 plentiful spurts of warm boy cum into the bottom's mouth. Holden dutifully drank it all down. When he eventually got off the cock he noticed the twins were prone on their sides and watching.
"Get some sleep. The show's over for tonight," Holden said as he dragged over the discarded sleeping bag so he and Fisher could crawl back inside. Being physically and mentally drained by the events of that late night, he fell asleep almost immediately.
"Wakie wakie, hands off snakey," Mr. Gerry Mackey kept yelling as he woke all the boys the following morning. "It's 10:00 AM already. Brunch will be a buffet affair down in the dining room any time in the next two hours. I need all you boys showered and this mess of a room cleaned up before then."
And just as quickly as he came in, the man disappeared out the door. Except for Fisher, all the others had slept naked and everyone was sporting morning wood as they all rushed towards one of the two bathrooms in the house. After taking a piss, most of the boys climbed into the large shower recess in the main bathroom. There was a great deal of pushing and shoving and some hurt feelings as each vied for a turn under the only shower head. Phil, Trey, and Lionel got sick of waiting as Foster carefully washed Holden like a mother delicately washing her 5-year-old. They decided to take a bath together in the free-standing tub in the corner. It was a tight squeeze with all three of them in there, but they seemed to manage. Several of the guys wanted to start some sex games with Holden, but Foster put his foot down.
"All that can wait until we get back to the rumpus room. We need to keep things moving as we have to get Holden over to the Bench-Clearing in the Unnamed Wood by 1:00 PM. People are expecting us. Best not to be late."
In spite of Foster's admonition, there was a good deal of groping and other minor cock play that took place as everyone got cleaned up. After all the activities last night, it seemed everyone's inhibitions were in recess for now.
Within 30 minutes the boys were back in the large room feeling a lot cleaner and refreshed. Even Holden felt okay, in spite of the workout his back passage had had the previous night, but he was dreading what this day would bring. He didn't have long to wait to find out.
"Not sure about you guys, but I'm real horny for a fuck. Phil, Trey, Fisher?"
"Stupid question bro," yelled Trey. "My boner hasn't gone down since I woke up."
Phil agreed and a fuck was designated priority number 1.
Fisher said he would be happy with another blowjob when the others were done and excused himself to go off to the bathroom. He hadn't joined the others for that. In fact he'd had a very difficult night and hadn't got much sleep. His own bed back home had several special pediatric features that helped him sleep and he had found a mattress on the floor incredibly uncomfortable. Still he was glad he stayed. It reminded him of his life before polio. But his mom was picking him up at around 12:30 and he would be happy to be back home for an afternoon siesta.
Phil and Trey played a quick round of rock, paper, and scissors to see who would get first dibs in Holden's bottom. This time Trey won. They both knew Foster would want to go last and take his time.
The now very confident 11-year-old led Holden over to the coffee table once again and ordered the older boy to lie across it as he'd done yesterday. Trey and Phil had discussed the possibility of using different fucking positions in future, but both concluded that for now they needed to stick to what they knew. Their just over 3-inch cocks didn't have the length to stay imbedded for some positions they thought. Besides, the doggy option was the most comfortable for the boy doing the fucking.
Phil handed his buddy the large jar of Vaseline and Trey quickly started working goop after goop in and around Holden's hole, eventually slipping in a second finger. He ignored the sharp intake of breath from the Mackey bottom, as Holden once again tried to get used to the feel of a firm finger-fuck.
Trey guessed the work area was now about ready and he quickly added another dollop of Vaseline to his own straining member. It might have been small he thought, but no one could dispute it was good for its true purpose. He plunged forward forcing Holden to yelp in shock at the sudden insertion, but he kept moving forward as more and more of the 11-year-old boy cock disappeared inside. Trey soon reached the limit on how much dick he could supply the older boy's ass and Holden felt the hips make contact with the wiggling orbs of his bottom. Then with a final sharp shove, it was clear the younger boy had bottomed out. Holden wondered whether he'd ever get used to this.
Trey started up with slow in and out thrusts before intuitively hooking onto a rhythm and then started to go to town. It was at this point when Trey began slapping the older boy's cheeks with his own body in some serious fucking, that Holden realized that there were more than two feelings involved in getting fucked. The two independent feelings of sliding in and withdrawing out created a third that was born out of the quick succession of the other two. That is to say, actual fucking produced its own unique sensation in Holden's ass - and up through the rest of his body as well. He hadn't noticed that before. He wondered if he felt this only because he was being fucked by 11-year-old dick. Although he had been screwed relentlessly over the last 12 hours, the bulk of it was done by the smaller kids. It was really only Foster so far that made him sit up and notice the cocks up his rear. That would no doubt change as the day went on.
Holden just wordlessly took the pounding, kneeling there across the coffee-table taking it all in - the physical, the emotional, and the eventual repercussions on his soul - all the aspects of getting fucked. It wasn't so bad really with these little boy cocks, though he did worry about what he would eventually be forced to face. He knew from experience at the Choosing ceremony that some of the Mackey, even within the age range that now had access to his ass, were well hung down there.
While he was considering all of this, feeling the small dick running over his anal ring and plunging the shallows of his ass, Holden didn't notice his own change in breathing, but he started to notice Trey's. The younger boy was huffing in between gasps of delight and amazement, amazement at both the feel of a tight hole grasping his running dick and the amazement that anybody, and an older boy at that, was letting him do this. It wasn't long before the sensation and awareness of the opportunity combined to completely overwhelm his system. His breaths became much shorter and he grabbed a tighter hold of the 13-year-old ass in his hands and lunged himself forward in an impending orgasm, desperate to plunge one last time and erupt inside of Holden's behind. Unfortunately, erupt inside he couldn't, but that didn't worry him for now. That time would come. No, it was another cum that occupied his very essence at present. A huge smile came to his face as he felt Holden's anal muscles clamp down on his small dickhead as it throbbed away wildly in the space he had created in the 13-year-old backside. He withdrew his boyhood carefully from the receptive portal of pleasure as now it was just too sensitive to remain there. It actually hurt.
"Thanks Holden. That was so amazing. Every time I do it, it's more amazing. I..." and Trey plopped down on his ass behind the bent over boy staring at the hole he'd just been filling. He was too weak to move for several minutes.
"My turn," yelled Phil as he pushed his friend away from the working end of his older brother. Phil knew that if he thought about what he was about to do, too much, the whole thing would become weird. No, best just to get on and do it. Even his dad said it was okay.
After a perfunctory application of Vaseline, Phil gripped decisively onto his brother's hips and pulled the teen hard against his crotch, allowing his small 3 incher to be inserted in one single thrust. It travelled in so smoothly and without any seeming effort on his part, Phil concluded that his brother's ass was meant for this.
"Holden, I want to try something new. Okay?"
Holden didn't think he could actually give voice to words about any of this. That would somehow make it more real, but he managed to nod his head.
"I'm gonna just kneel back here with my cock up your ass and I'll remain still. I want you to push your ass onto my cock, then slowly draw it out. Try that."
This was a whole new level of degradation for the teen, but he did as he was told.
"Good" Phil yelled. "Now do it again and keep doing it." And Holden did. "No, go faster, faster, faster..."
Soon Holden was impaling himself on Phil's dick at least once a second. "Yes... Oh Hell Yeah!" The younger brother cried.
"This is amazing Holden. Thanks, but stop now. My cock is too small and keeps popping out, so I lose the feeling. Maybe when I grow a bit we can do that properly. But I'll finish off for myself now. Okay?"
Phil was beyond primed and desperately wanted to reach orgasm. The fact that this was happening in the asshole of his older brother was forgotten. He might deal with that guilt later, or maybe not at all. He hadn't decided yet.
Almost immediately, the 11-year-old began a steady thrust in and out of the gripping warm flesh. In an older more mature boy this might have been called long-dicking, but Phil's short little weapon was hardly worthy of such description. Still, the steady pace kicked into high gear and became the excited rabbit fuck Trey generally used. Poor Holden had to accept the fact his kid-brother had adjusted to this new life faster than him. The fast hard thrusts continued on for several minutes and the steady slapping of thighs against bottom became deafening.
"FUUCCKK!" Phil screamed out eventually as the orgasm finally overwhelmed him. He held firmly onto his brother's hips for several thrusts, but soon his dick became so sensitive, he couldn't take it anymore and, like Trey before him, fell back onto his naked ass on the floor.
"Wow Holden. Wow! You are the best brother ever. That was so amazing."
Foster was next to take up station behind the bent over figure of Holden Mackey. "I think your ass is getting a hell of a work-out here today. Are you okay?"
He reached down and grasped both of the boy's mounds before him, the flesh begging to have something sunk deep inside. He elicited a small gasp from the boy that made him smile. "You sure you're ready for this?"
Another series of stifled gasps as Foster's two thumbs ran along the edges of Holden's sensitive outer sphincter. "Y-y-yeah, I-I'm okay,'" he moaned out softly.
"Are you ready for something bigger down here than just Trey or Phil?"
Holden hung his head and mumbled, "Yeah."
"Maybe something able to pump some cum up this love seat?" Foster emphasized the last two words by squeezing the two cheeks and pushing inward on them.
"Unnggmmm," Holden responded very softly and then answered quietly without thinking, "Yes, sir."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized what he said and flushed even more deeply, if even possible. Foster raised both eyebrows in mild surprise and pulled his hands off the fuckable ass. "Yes, call me sir. That's appropriate."
"Uh," the poor boy just wished there was a way out of all this. But there wasn't.
"Well, you're about to get really screwed. Is that okay with you?"
"Yes!" Holden responded meekly.
"Yes, sir," Foster demanded slapping his 13-year-old friend painfully across the butt.
"Yes sir. It's okay to fuck me."
"You like seeing this Lewis and Lionel?" He looked over at his two 11-year-old twin cousins now sitting on the sofa. Neither had dressed since getting cleaned up earlier and both were slowly stroking their stiff boy penises. It was clear they both did like watching.
Foster started running his cock down Holden's only partially open crack.
The twins nodded vigorously, openly jerking their own little cocks at the scene. Holden cast a mortified sideways glance that captured the voyeuristic cousins, but mostly just kept his eyes fixed on the opposite wall waiting for the inevitable push against his anus by the dickhead traveling up and down his crack.
"Yeah, boy, Trey had you lubed up good, but my precum is really making you slick. I could cum just doing this. You like the feel of my big dick traveling up and down your crack?"
Holden didn't answer, except with a huff; his breathing was becoming heavier and erratic. Phil had recovered by then and stepped up and bent over to see his brother's dick rising to a full and achingly hard state. It was such a nice dick, he wondered what it would be like to ride it and feel those beginning brown curls flat on his ass cheeks. What if the Mackey made him a bottom next year? Would Holden fuck him?
"Holden, did our brothers load your pretty ass with cum?"
"Um, no!" It was hard to concentrate on what Foster was asking him when he could feel that traveling dick that had been sliding through the remaining tightness of his crack now settle right at his backdoor and just barely park inside the still slight openness. Only the very tip was penetrating into the semi-relaxed, yet quivering, muscle.
"Too bad, isn't it?" Foster said as he eased forward into the delicious tightness. "Then you don't really know what it's like to carry a full load of cream in your ass. Well, not since last night anyway."
"Y-yes - ohhhhhh!! Ahhhhhhunngghh! F-fuck!" He felt his ass muscle well up and begin to slip over the bulging older boy's dickhead.
"Yeah, like that don't you?" Foster was confident now in dicking this 13-year-old boy – his very own personal bottom.
"Shit, you feel good, Holden! It's like slipping into nice, warm pussy. Really nice pussy."
It was the most humiliating thing ever said to the boy, and now felt like the most humiliating thing he had done.
For now, though, he knew nothing would stop this advancing shaft burying deeper and deeper into his pliant ass. The dick soon passed the deepest point where Trey's and Phil's dicks had been and also stretched him wider. It felt like losing his virginity all over again, but he couldn't shake the hard-on in his own groin. It was demanding some attention, even as Foster's dick finally bottomed out and he gave one final push, compacting the boy's soft ass-cheeks to fully implant the last half-inch.
Holden moaned as Foster eased out half an inch of dick, only to grunt as the same half inch slammed back in. Foster soon set up a close-to-ass rhythm, working his thrusts up fairly fast, hardly pulling back enough to see his thick 14-year-old dick holding open and working that tight 13-year-old hole, but far enough to get a good slam in. Soon there was a fury of movement and grunting in the room, with no real space between Foster's pelvis and Holden's ass, but the assault turned those young white buttcheeks into quivering mounds of gelatin with rapid compression waves moving successively through them.
"UUnnghh, fucckk" Foster continued to moan as he pounded furiously into this incredible tightness. Holden was tight like a virgin boy should be, but loose and willing enough to show he had been well broken-in by now and could make the ride enjoyable. This had to be so much better than fucking the twins, if that was eventually to happen. As nice as that prospect was, Foster was a little concerned about fucking them because of their age. The friction-and-rub ride his penis was getting in this fine specimen of teen boy ass would surely be better than virgin preteens. Well time would tell, but for now, it was just too much of an assault on his senses and he was soon exploding into an incredible orgasm, flooding his own personal bottom boy's rectum with fully matured semen and sperm.
Holden felt the flooding coming in, holding on to the side of the coffee-table with both hands for some semblance of balance as his knees were pushed farther up the table and feet now almost off the floor as the last thrusting inches were pile-driven in and his ass filled up with the warm liquid that put him in his place - just a pussy to be used. It all just further embarrassed him, including having all the other boys watching as this older boy fucked him, and pilled him up with his ample teenage load.
Here he was with a bunch of guys just watching him get fucked in the ass. Holden Mackey was so embarrassed, he couldn't have turned any redder. And he wished that stupid fucking hard-on of his would go down. It just made everything worse. When Foster finally pulled out, Holden didn't look at anybody and just rushed out of the room towards the bathroom. Fisher had returned by then.
"Wow!!!" Foster yelled out after the retreating figure. He was totally exhausted from this early morning thrill. "Thanks, Holden!" and he laughed.
Ten minutes later when Holden returned to the rumpus room, he found the place tidied up, but practically deserted. Foster had taken charge and assigned cleaning duties. Then he ordered the boys who had just had sex fun into the second bathroom to clean up. After that, everyone got dressed and went down for brunch.
"Foster's promised to make sure there will be plenty for us to eat when we go down," explained Fisher. "In the meantime you have one final duty to perform this morning." The boy pointed at his crotch.
Holden swallowed. Would this ever end? He was hungry too, but was now resigned to his fate. He made his way over to his second buddy from school, who was still parked on the sofa.
You would think that a boy like Fisher would think it was really gross to have another boy go down on his cock and suck the juice of life from his inner soul if not his body. Fisher himself would definitely have thought so too, at least before the Choosing ceremony, 11 days ago. But now he was comforted by his automatic reaction when he wrapped his hands around the Mackey bottom's head, almost in a hug, and held him in place a foot above his crotch as his anticipation grew at the prospect of another sweet, wet-massage on his most private of parts and the happy ending that act foretold.
Holden rubbed his hand back and forth across the jean clad crotch and soon located the blood engorged cock of his classmate. They had certainly never done this at school, and until recent times, neither had even considered it in their wildest fantasies. Still the world had moved on to this alternative reality and neither boy could stop that now. They were inextricably linked – well for the next three years at least. One bound by a duty to his extended family clan, the other by pure, unadulterated lust.
Foster took hold of Fisher's erection and started to stroke it up and down for several minutes. Then he unsnapped the top button and hooked his fingers into the waistline of the jeans and pulled them down, only ever so slightly as was their standard practice now. The treasure within was revealed – not to the world, but to this intimate duo only.
But Fisher's need was urgent and he began pushing Holden's head down his body, now grinding his crotch upward as best he could, signifying it wanted another stimulator than just Holden's magical hands.
As Fisher's leaking cockhead cleared the band of his white underwear, Holden only paused enough to see the developing testicles that would soon be feeding him their production, and he took the head and first part of the shaft into his mouth. Fisher responded by increasing his moans and grinding further into this boy's seemingly enthusiastic mouth.
Fisher was well into puberty. That was in no doubt, or the Junior Council wouldn't have granted him access to this mouth, but his slim circumcised cock was still on the growing side at just 4 ¼ inches and Holden was able to take it deeply, even with such little experience in the oral arts. Clearly there was also still much more for his bottom to learn, but he seemed to be a quick study and was improving each time he did it.
He was soon moving up and down tightly on just the last half of dick, running his tongue along the base but ready to get back up to the head when ordered.
It wouldn't be long before he got that chance. Just as Holden was about to move that way, he felt the pulse along the base, and rushed back and got the head squarely in the middle of his mouth, just in time to feel the warm gush of spunk at the base of his tongue. And it kept coming and coming and coming some more – five good spurts in all. It filled his mouth and required him to swallow repeatedly. Like a pledge at a sorority initiation, he just chugged and chugged as the liquid kept coming. But eventually the flow slowed and Holden quickly moved up the dick, pressed hard and wrapped his tongue around, and drew out the last bit of semen, mixed with a bit of sperm. He knew the flavor by now and wondered whether his taste buds would ever be normal after daily doses of this for half of what remained of his childhood.
"Mmmmm," Holden moaned. It wasn't for effect. It just came out.
And so did Fisher. His hands fell back off the boy's head. He was exhausted and wanted to push Holden off, but he let him continue to lick down the shaft, nestle his sack and suck in the hairless balls.
Life is full of swings and roundabouts Holden mused. Fisher had a hair-trigger and would cum at the drop of a hat whenever his mouth got close. That was good as his experience on Choosing Day was that some boys took ages to blow. On the downside, Bart and the others on the Council got their wish, and although his legs might not work well, there was little doubt that Fisher had no issue with his balls.
After Fisher had recovered sufficiently, he pulled up his underwear and buttoned his jeans.
"Don't know about you. But I'm starving. Let's go and get something to eat."
Fisher got up unsteadily and started walking towards the door.
"What about my clothes?" Holden asked in a panic.
"Oh, Foster hid them somewhere. Don't know where. Did you forget? You've got to remain naked for two days. Let's go."
And with that Fisher disappeared out the door and headed downstairs.
Holden was in a panic. No way was he going down to the dining room with Foster's dad down there. And who knows who else might come in. But did he have a choice? Not really.
He went back to the bathroom to wash up again after giving Fisher his latest blowjob and then headed down to the dining room. He thought of taking one of the towels to wrap around himself, but they'd only make him take it off. No, best just to let them have their fun. He hoped they weren't going to keep this up for more than a day or so.
When the naked Holden came into the dining room the boys present all cheered and yelled comments like, "Way to go, Holden." He just gave them all the middle finger.
His brother Phil came over with a large bowl of cereal. "I saved this for you. I reckon you must be real hungry. Mr. Mackey will do eggs to order as well. He said you go to the front of the line."
"Thanks Phil."
Fisher told one of the twins to make room for him at the large dining table and happily within 5 minutes no one appeared at all phased about his nudity. Mr. Mackey didn't comment at all and just asked him how he wanted his eggs.
The six hungry boys quickly wolfed down a considerable amount of food and in under an hour everyone seemed satisfied.
"If you have all had enough to eat," Mr. Mackey announced, "it's time to clean up round here. Holden, as special guest, you are excused kitchen duties, but I have jobs for each of the rest of you."
He then proceeded to direct some boys to collect and wash dishes, another group to wipe down the table and sweep the floor and a third group to take uneaten food back to the kitchen, dry dishes and put everything away. With so many helpers, all the work was done quickly. Holden just sat there smiling as the others worked around him. He had actually mostly forgotten the fact that he was naked. Other than Fisher, the others were still only wearing their white underwear.
"Okay, thank you boys. It's a quarter to 12. Foster tells me you all plan to leave here at around 12:30, so you need to keep moving. I'll be in my office if you need me."
"Thanks Dad," said Foster. "We all need to get back to the rumpus room. We have a special art project to do before we leave."
Holden didn't like the sound of "a special art project," but it turned out far worse than even he had ever imagined. When they got back upstairs, they made him lie across the small coffee table. Holden was starting to hate that coffee-table by then and wondered if anyone would notice if he set fire to it. The problem was, he didn't have any matches.
Once he was lying flat on the table, Trey produced a box of colored sharpies which they shared out between them. Then Foster produced a large piece of paper.
"Okay, this is the design as we discussed. Fisher is really good at art and so he'll make the outline in black. Then Phil and Trey can color in the left side and Lewis and Lionel the right."
Holden tried looking around to see the paper, but Foster whisked it out of sight. "Holden, you need to face the front."
Then for the next 10 minutes the boys went to town with the pens on his lower back and ass as he was forced to remain still. The names of the boys who voted for him on Choosing Day had just about disappeared from his back after 11 days, and he worried that whatever they wrote now might take even longer.
Eventually, everyone seemed satisfied with the artistic efforts and they stood back to admire their handiwork which they all agreed was outstanding.
"Holden, I hope you don't get too pissed about this. It's a one off and I promise it will never happen again. But it is really cute. Why don't you go into the bathroom and check it out in the mirrors in there."
Holden dreaded to think what they had done, but made his way to the bathroom as suggested. Yes, it was even much worse than he had ever imagined.
Written across his lower back, just above his ass were the words, "Community Bottom."
Then across his left ass cheek was the word "Fuck" and across his right was the word "Here." Then there were little arrows pointing towards his asshole.
"Community Bottom. Fuck Here."
Could his life get any worse? Could they degrade him any more than this? Well it turned out they could.
After he got back to the rumpus room, Foster announced that it was just about time for them to all head over to the Bench-Clearing in the Unnamed Wood where Holden would complete his obligation for the day to the Community by getting fucked four times by his Mackey brothers. Worse still, they would all be riding their bikes over there, and of course Holden would be remaining naked the entire time.
Poor Holden just grunted in frustration. None of this was fair. And his so-called friend, Foster, kept on thinking of new and devious ways to make his life miserable. How right his father was not to trust this kid. And for his part, he couldn't believe how dumb and stupid he was to put himself in this situation. He had nobody to blame but himself. And well, the Mackeys, the parents that allowed this to happen, and well, the whole world.