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/

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Charles Well

Chapter 6 – The Remains of the Day - Saturday, July 26, 1968

At Foster's House

Foster would keep his word about not fucking Holden for the rest of the day. In fact, he was kept rather busy with other matters. The little group had barely returned to Foster's house when Lewis and Lionel asked to speak to him alone.

"Lionel and me have discussed it," said Lewis. "We will let you fuck us, but we want 10 fucks from Holden in exchange."

Foster looked at his two cousins. He had expected something like this from Lewis. That kid was always pushing as much as he could get away with. At first he considered giving into the request. After all, it was Holden they be fucking, not him. But he thought his school friend already had an insurmountable burden as a community bottom and he didn't feel like adding too much more to that. Besides, he knew if he gave into the twins on this issue, they'd keep pushing for more later. No, this time he needed to be firm and see how much they really wanted this.

"Sorry guys. A ratio of five to one is already generous. If you don't want to do it, there's no problem," and Foster started walking away.

"Wait!" Lewis yelled. "Okay, five to one, but Lionel and me need to fuck Holden first. When we've done that, then you get your go."

"You keep trying to change the deal. That's not on. But you will have the contract to protect your interests. I already made that guarantee."

"Okay, okay," Lewis agreed. "When you gonna do it?"

"I promised Steven Harris that I wouldn't be fucking Holden again today, so Lewis, I'll do you early this evening and Lionel in the morning. And as soon as I fucked each of you once, you can start using your five turns up Holden's ass straight away. I'll write up the contract later this afternoon."

Neither of the twins looked happy at the immediacy of their fate, but no one spoke for several minutes. Foster couldn't resist giving them both a wide grin as each contemplated their future. "But they still don't understand the half of it," Foster almost giggled out loud. He had been very worried that someone might have said something to the twins while they were at the clearing. And he thought that Bart's offer of "a great seat to view the proceedings" at next year's Choosing Ceremony was a dead give-away, but apparently not.

Foster had been doing some research on the Mackey "First Use" bylaws since he got the idea of fucking the twins. He learned that these Mackey boy community regulations provided that the first boy to plant cum into the ass of another Mackey could apply to the Council for ownership of that ass. Full unrestricted ownership of at least one year had always been granted as far as he could tell. Often as not a two-year term was given. The "First Use" rules were set out in 1949 by the then Mackey Youth Committee at that time, but were based on far older precedents going back to the early 19th century. His father hinted that the Council was unlikely to grant him ownership of three asses (Holden, and the twins) when so many Mackey had none. His suggestion was that Foster apply for ownership of the twins for just the 11 months until the next Choosing and guarantee to bring them along then. As already active 12-year-old bottoms, they were sure to be chosen for community service. As the first owner, maybe he could obtain some special rights then as well.

Phil and Trey were the two biggest risks for telling the twins about the real implications of allowing Foster to fuck them. But once he had explained the benefits to them of having the twins as bottoms before next year's Choosing, they were happy to remain quiet. It was also obvious that the twins hadn't exactly made themselves popular because of some bullying they had done against both Phil and Trey at school in the past.

Holden was a different issue. He complained that Foster was really mean to be doing this to his own first cousins, and he threaten to warn them. But the big benefit of owning someone's ass and mouth is the power you have over them. Holden was brought into line with appropriate threats.

Foster was jerked back to the present when Lionel spoke. "Can't you do both of us together?"

Before he could answer, Lewis smirked, "No way Bro, I aint have'n you watching while Cousin Foster bones me. No way!"

Lionel hadn't thought about that. That would mean Lewis would get to watch him. No, not a good idea he decided. "Okay, do me in the morning."

"It's a deal," Foster agreed. He then walked off before the twins had time to want things changed any more. Besides, he had a lot to do. He would need to speak to his father about the contract they had when they were kids. Foster knew nothing about writing contracts. He also needed to sort things out with Holden. He knew claims made under the Mackey "First Use" rules required a witness and what better witness was there than the "honorable community bottom."

Foster went and collected Holden's clothes from the closet in his bedroom. That was where he had hidden them. As soon as they had returned home, Holden had disappeared into one of the bathrooms saying he needed to use the toilet and have a shower.

"I left your clothes on the vanity unit," Foster said when he entered the bathroom to find Holden in the shower. "There's no hurry. You should take your time. You deserve a bit of a rest after all that. I'll be telling Phil and Trey to give you a break for the rest of the day as well. But you'll still have to ride over to Fisher's place. He's expecting you around 4:30. When you blow him, come straight back. My dad will be doing a BBQ for dinner. Then I've got a little job for you to help me with. Finally, we need to sort your list for tomorrow."

From there Foster went to check on Phil and Trey who he had left sorting out the papers the guys at the padded bench in the clearing in the Unnamed Wood had completed. They were a real mess and he was happy to have some help with that.

"How you guys going?" Foster asked as he came into the rumpus-room.

Phil and Trey had all the papers spread out on the floor in piles.

"We put em together based on age," Phil explained. "This group is all the 12-year-olds," he said pointing at one pile, "and that's the 13s and that's the 14s. That last pile is all the older guys 15 plus."

"Then we sorted the guys in each age group based on what they wrote for cock size, with the smallest at the top, but some of them are hard to read and others are just lying. Like Justin Mackey here reckons he's 5 inches boned, but I seen him before and he's just average for 12," Trey giggled.

"Good work," Foster said. "Put rubber bands around each pile and leave them on the coffee-table. Holden's in the shower at present, but I'll discuss this with him later. And oh, that thing with the twins is gonna happen tonight and tomorrow morning, so keep your mouths shut."

Phil and Trey looked at each other as the older boy made his way out of the room. Neither said anything, but perhaps it wasn't a coincidence they were thinking the same thing. They both hoped Trey's older brother never took a dislike to them.

Foster found his dad in his home office upstairs. The man was standing at his drawing board working on one of his designs.

"Dad, remember you told me the story about the two brothers you tricked into being bottoms? You mentioned that you got them to sign a contract which you took to the Council. You don't remember what you wrote do you?"

The rest of the afternoon was quiet. At about 4:15 Holden got on his bike and rode over to Fisher's place.

Holden and Fisher

Fisher's mother met Holden at the front door and took him down to her son's bedroom at the back of the house.

He smiled at his mother and said, "Thanks Mom. We'll be okay here for a while."

As soon as his mother was gone, Fisher turned to Holden and grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be there today at the clearing to give you my support. I had this medical appointment. But how did things go?"

Holden thought Fisher must be totally cracked if he thought him not being there to witness his humiliation was an issue. One less kid watching was certainly an advantage as far as Holden was concerned.

When he didn't answer, Fisher pressed harder. "Tell me everything that happened and don't leave out any of the gory details."

In spite of what his father said about not helping others, Holden did feel sympathy for Fisher. The polio had taken so much from him. Besides, Holden realized he needed to keep the owners of his mouth and ass on his side. They had the power to make his life easy or difficult, not just today, but for the next three long years.

Holden spent the next 15 minutes providing Fisher with a thrust-by-thrust account of what had occurred that afternoon. The story was obviously a major turn-on for the crippled boy and Holden saw the noticeable bulge in Fisher's jeans as he told of what Drake had done to Reed. If anything, it appeared the boner got even harder as he explained his own very painful experience with the over-sized weapon of Steven Harris.

"Rub my cock through my jeans," Fisher demanded. Holden had no problem with that. Perhaps the kid would come just listening to the story. He did as he was asked and then explained how he had reached his own orgasm while being fucked by Cain Jacobs, but he left out all the stuff Cain had whispered. None of that was Fisher's business.

It was clear Fisher was one very horny kid by then. When Holden ran out of things to say, his friend peppered him with loads of questions extracting even more and more intimate details.

"How many kids were there? You said Drake gave Reed a great fuck. Did Reed shoot a load while Drake was fucking him? Would be prefer Drake to be your owner rather than Foster? Who fucked you the hardest? How long did each guy fuck you for? Are some guys better at fucking than others? Who was the best fucker for you? Who was the worst and why?"

But one question totally floored him and he stopped rubbing the boner.

"What goes through your mind as each new kid slides his cock inside your asshole for the first time?"

Holden didn't have the first idea how to respond to that. Should he lie and say he loved it. No, Fisher was more astute than that. So he explained the unvarnished truth about being a Mackey bottom.

"I need to deal with the pain at first. That's overwhelming at times. Getting fucked is incredibly painful and the bigger the dick, the more it hurts. But sucking cock isn't much better. Most guys are always try'n to stuff more and more dick down your throat. Like blowing 16-year-old Carter Mackey at the Choosing. He nearly gagged me with dick and they made me suck him off twice. I basically had to deep-throat him to get him to cum the second time. Later Colin Sanders had it way down my throat as well. Then you need to deal with all the sperm – there's always loads of it, especially with the older guys. When it goes down your throat it's like drinking mouthfuls of salty-lukewarm nose snot. It's real gross and the taste stays in your mouth the rest of the day – even days after the Choosing I felt I could still taste it on my tongue. But when the spunk goes up your ass, it's even worse. It always comes out. Some comes out quickly and you need to rush off to the toilet to shit it out. But you can never get it all, even if you sit on the can for 30 minutes. Later the spunk slowly leaks into your undies. That and the grease stains from the Vaseline leave permanent skid marks. And the cum keeps leaking until your undies are damp and you smell like a boy whore who's been fucked. Anyone who knows the smell can tell."

Holden looked meaningfully at the other boy he once called a school friend. What were they now? He wasn't sure.

"I hate being a Mackey bottom and having all this stuff done to me. It's disgusting. In spite of what Foster thinks, I'm no fag and I definitely don't want kids putting their cocks in my mouth or up my ass. I never even dreamed of doing it before Choosing Day. I wish I didn't have to allow it to happen now. But you know I don't have a choice. They made me a Mackey bottom and that's what I've got to do. As Bart said, for now that's my role in the community. It will end one day, and I'll never have sex again – well at least not with another guy."

Fisher was quiet for a long while. He regretted his question now and wasn't sure how to respond. But he understood that life was what it was, and wishing or complaining wasn't going to change anything. He had his own demons to grapple. Eventually he broke the silence.

"I can understand that. You got a raw deal at the Choosing. But shit happens I guess and life is never fair. It must be something like what I feel before each physiotherapy session. I hate it. They are always incredibly painful, but I got no choice. Neither do you. But at least your time has a bottom has an end date. I'll never..."

A hesitant silence hovered in the air as neither boy spoke for several minutes. Holden hadn't given any thought to what Fisher must have gone through during his illness and apparently still needed to face. Life truly did suck for many people.

Eventually Fisher broke the despondent mood that had developed in the room.

"Thanks for answering my question honestly, but I never should have asked. And sorry, but you're really gonna hate what I want now. I want to fuck you. If that's alright? I didn't want to do it in front of the others, but I'd like to try it, at least once. We won't do it a lot, but... Your dad told my dad I could, right?"

Although Fisher had only been granted the blowjob package by the Council, when Holden told his dad how he came to be at the Choosing Ceremony, the man was totally pissed with him. Off his own bat the man granted Fisher full rights to both his son's ass and mouth. Holden knew this was all unauthorized and he could say no if he liked, but that would cause problems between him and his old man and probably with Fisher as well. Theoretically this kid could loan out his mouth to any Mackey he liked. It was probably best to keep the kid onside. His asshole really ached after all he had been through that day, but he knew he was unlikely to get a sympathetic hearing from Fisher. Holden reluctantly nodded in agreement.

Fisher looked pleased. "I've been thinking how to do this," he said as if the conversation of the last five minutes hadn't happened. "See that stool over in the corner. Go put it in the middle there." He pointed to an open space in the center of the bedroom. The stool was a little over 2 feet high, had a wide wooden seat with solid arm rests, and four narrow metal legs.

"I'm gonna sit on that and you can sit on my cock and bounce up and down. Is that okay?"

Holden knew none of this was okay, but he was required to allow himself to get fucked in any position the top boy wanted. He'd never done it this way before, but it was not as if he had any choice. He nodded again and went over and put the stool in the place directed.

Fisher hobbled over and sat down on the stool and undid the button on his jeans.

"Pull my jeans and undies down to just above my knees."

Holden did as he was told. Then Fisher handed him a thing that looked like a big tooth-paste tube.

"This is slippery stuff called K Y jelly. My dad said it's better than Vaseline," said Fisher handing Holden the tube of K Y. "It costs more, but dad says it's water, not oil based and doesn't leave as much mess. Easier to clean up."

Holden had already noticed the stains Vaseline was leaving on his underwear and even on his shorts. He looked at the tube carefully, but decided to try it. He undid the cap of the K Y and applied a good quantity of the jelly to Fisher's already straining erection which he slowly massaged up and down until it was completely slick with the goo. In a quick two finger movement, he shoved a similar amount up his own hole and rubbed it in vigorously for a few seconds. Then he moved over and straddled Fisher with one knee on either side of the stool and with his right hand around Fisher's cock slowly started to back himself on to the small prick. He was very pleased that his school friend was not that well-endowed. He knew he couldn't take another big cock up there today.

Holden realized this was a good position for being fucked. It enabled him to control the speed of penetration. As he slowly took in more and more of Fisher's prick, he could feel the hands running down his back and caressing his bottom cheeks. He grimaced slightly at the initial penetration. He had been fucked too many times that day for this not to hurt. But Holden forced himself to relax as much as possible, and the pain started to diminish somewhat. Then he continued to take more and more of Fisher's 4 ¼ inch slim circumcised cock into his rear. When he was fully embedded and he felt the slight tickle caused by brushing against the few pubic hairs Fisher possessed, Holden relaxed as much as he could, once again trying to get used to the feel of another boy inside there.

"Let's play Cowboys and Indians," Fisher suggested. "I'll be the Lone Ranger, and you can be my faithful horse Silver." Both boys giggled at this, but Holden got the idea. He straightened his back, and slowly started pulling a little way out and then pushing himself back down on the 13-year-old cock. Before long he was well and truly riding the pole within him.

"Giddy-up Silver! Giddy-up!" Fisher yelled as Holden moved his whole body, above the knees, up and down and Fisher started thrusting upwards in syncopation with the actions. Although Holden's asshole ached, he couldn't help but giggle at the situation he was now in and he started getting hard.

Even after a few minutes of riding, it was still a little uncomfortable to have this 4 ¼ inch intruder thrust inside him. It wasn't big, but the cumulative effect of all the times he had been done that day was starting to tell. The frenzied screwing he got from Steven Harris earlier in the day had hurt more. At least now he was in control of the strokes, and felt more than a little pride at sending the boy beneath him into such a passion with his deliberate movements. He could see from Fisher's face that he was absolutely loving it.

"Faster, faster," Fisher yelled, and despite his discomfort Holden speeded up his motions, even though his legs were beginning to tire from the exercise. Then Fisher grabbed hold of Holden's cock and started jerking with the up and down motions. That was unexpected, but good. His ass-hole was on fire, but mixed in within this uncomfortable and painful sensation, Holden also began to feel the stirrings of pleasure he had felt when Cain Jacobs had fucked him. Holden knew about the thing they called a prostate up his bum and that was supposed to make it good, and now he was in control and Fisher's dick rubbing in there, it started to have an impact. The feeling was faint at first, but as he speeded up, the sensation grew and grew, and began to overwhelm his senses.

"Faster, faster," Fisher screamed again and he jerked away on Holden's cock even harder. Holden obeyed, unable to concentrate on anything but the pleasure and pain coursing through his ass and into the rest of his body. His heart was beating at a frantic rate, and streams of sweat were falling down his forehead, or trickling down his naked back. Holden soon became oblivious to the world around him, as he kept on riding and riding, ever faster and harder. Fisher stopped jerking him, but that didn't matter. Holden was now fully boned up and he sensed his cock might blow at any moment.

Then it happened. Holden's whole body began convulsing uncontrollably in the first real anal orgasm he had ever experienced. And as his sphincter muscle began its clamping and unclamping motion around Fisher's prick, he reached his own climax and began to shoot five quick spurts of cum deep into his friend's rectum.

Both boys collapsed back onto the stool unable to speak or even move. It wasn't comfortable, but they had little option. Holden lay his head on his buddy's chest and could hear him breathing like a marathon runner. Up and down went Fisher's chest and up and down went his head as he tried to catch his own breath. After several minutes he had recovered little.

"Did you enjoy that?" Holden asked. It was a rhetorical question because he knew instinctively that Fisher did. He had the kid's spunk deep inside him to prove it.

"Of course, but what about you?" Fisher responded. "You came too. I felt it."

Holden nodded that he had and smiled. It was actually a lot of fun.

"Thanks Holden. That was fantastic. I never thought I would ever do that."

When Holden didn't respond Fisher went on.

"I would like to invite you over for a party one day. My mom said it would be okay. I was thinking we could invite four guys over. That would cover your community obligation for that day. While the party is going on, you could bring the guys up to my room for privacy. Nothing public at all. What do you think? My mom says I need to start having guys over here again. I haven't really done it since..."

"Okay, I guess," responded Holden without too much enthusiasm. "You'd better arrange it with Foster. He seems to be in charge of my... everything now."

Back at Foster's Place

When Holden returned to Foster's house, he found his owner in the father's study tapping away at a typewriter on the man's desk. Foster ignored him for several minutes and eventually Holden interrupted. He explained Fisher's plan for a party at his place to which Mackeys who wanted a fuck would be invited. Amazingly, rather than being upset to the challenge to his control, Foster readily agreed.

"That's a great idea. Why don't you do it tomorrow? I'm real busy with this contract and the twins." He was pointing in some frustration at the white paper in the typewriter. "I'll ring Fisher in a few minutes and let him know that would work for tomorrow. I need a break," he said in obvious irritation as he ripped the paper out of the machine and tossed it into a nearby waste-paper basket. "You've got no idea how hard it is to organize all this shit. I do hope you're grateful."

Holden looked aghast. As far as he was concerned, it was him doing all the work. It was him taking it up the ass more than 10 times a day or drinking copious amounts of other boys' cum. Everything Foster was doing was for his benefit alone. Holden knew there was no love lost between him and the twins. Still, he did feel tremendous guilt about what was to be his role in their deflowering and transforming them into Mackey bottoms. Holden knew what that was like now from firsthand experience and he wouldn't wish that prospect onto his worst enemy. It was clear to him that Foster didn't give a shit about anyone else. In his previous life, Foster's comments would have been fighting words. This arrogant little shit needed a good punch on the nose to help him see the perspective from someone else's point of view. But Holden knew he was in no position to do that now. He was Foster's property, if not in a legal sense, certainly in the power the kid could exercise over him. Foster could make him do the most disgusting things – sexual things - and the entire Mackey community seemed fine with that. His father had been right about Foster all along. Fortunately, the kid hadn't noticed the dark look of pure hate that crossed Holden's face and just continued talking.

"Phil and Trey have been working on the lists over in the rumpus room. Why don't you go over and discuss it with them? I guess between you, them, and Fisher you can come up with four acceptable names to fuck you tomorrow. I'll be fucking the twins tonight and in the morning and so you'll be getting a break from my cock, at least for a short while. But I won't be given un-restricted access to the asses of my little cousins until the Junior Council gets its act together and agrees to my claim. So don't worry. Pretty sure I'll be horny for your ass again by tomorrow afternoon."

Foster slapped his buddy hard across the ass and looked meaningfully at the door to the study. It was clear he wanted to be alone. Holden took the hint and somewhat reluctantly made his way to the rumpus room. He just hoped Phil and Trey didn't need a fuck just then. His asshole really ached now and he wondered whether it would ever get a chance to recover from this state for 3 years. After getting fucked by Fisher, Holden had spent some time examining his rear passage in the bathroom mirror. The hole was open wide as expected, but it was constantly opening and closing in spasms as if winking at him. Worse still, there were two angry looking red patches, one on each side of his asshole that chaffed whenever he moved. That was producing a constant pain and irritation back there forcing him to walk slightly bow-legged. But Foster hadn't noticed that either.

The two 11-year-olds, Phil and Trey, weren't in the rumpus room as Foster suggested, but Holden managed to track them down as they were using the telephone on the second floor landing. It was clear Mr. Gerald Mackey was rich as the family had two extensions for their one telephone number. The first was in the man's office, but the second was on the top floor in the landing that led to the bedrooms. Phil and Trey were struggling to share the telephone receiver between them and were obviously engaged in an animated conversation with an age peer judging by the language they were using. Both 11-year-olds smiled when Holden came up and seemed unconcern that the older boy was listening to at least their side of the conversation.

Phil: "Look, we ain't gonna do nothing less we get Council approval."

Trey: "Right on. We ain't dumb you know. It'll be all our asses on the line next time at Old Knot. No, but no harm in ask'g. What they gonna do? B'sides, my brother has this plan."

Trey was silent for about a minute.

Trey: "No, I can't talk `bout that now, but if it works, all our butts are real safe. Trust me! I mean, if my brother's plan comes off, you, me, Phil and Piper are home free. No way we gonna get picked."

Phil: "We spoke with Piper at that bench thing today. He's okay with the plan. He's gonna ask his cousin Gus b'fore we do anything. Gus, he got some serious connections on the Council. And we're only talking about the four of us for now. Swapping our bottoms with just `tween us isn't gonna be an issue Trey reckons. I `gree. But we work slow and real careful. Maybe later, if it's okay, we can invite our buddies to share. The Mackey like that idea I reckon. But we keep it to the under 12s. Right? Council don't seem to have no issue with that age."

Phil smiled up at his brother. Holden wondered how the kid ever thought he'd be okay with any of this. He had heard enough to get the gist of their plan and he hated it.

"Trey: "Okay, we'll call back when we get word from Piper. Bye!"

"Phil, yelling to be heard: "Bye David."

"That was David Wilson Mackey I assume?" asked Holden after Trey had returned the telephone receiver to its cradle.

"Yeah," responded Phil enthusiastically. "We've got this amazing plan to swap around the bottoms all us 11-year-olds own. Trey and I got you, David Wilson got ownership of Reed and Piper got Sean Dawson. You don't mind, do you? ... It'll be fun to try out some of the other bottoms and it'll be good for you too to practice with these other young guys. We all got small dicks for now, so no big deal, right?"

As far as Holden was concerned it certainly was a big deal, but he didn't say that. He seriously wanted to pound his kid-brother if he thought any of this was okay. But he said and did nothing about it for now. He adopted the safe attitude and didn't answer.

"Foster sent me to find you about my possible community fucks for tomorrow. He says you were working on a list. Looks like I'm gonna have to do it at Fisher's place then. Foster says he's busy with the twins."

"Geez, I hope the twin thing works out," said Trey.

Phil ignored Trey's comment and the complete lack of response to his own question from his older brother.

"No problem bro. We got you covered."

"Yeah," added Trey. "We spent hours today putting all those little papers into order. Let us show you."

With that Trey and Phil set off towards the stairs heading for the rumpus room. As Holden followed along he wondered where the twins had got to.

Around 6:00 PM that evening Mr. Gerry Mackey started a BBQ in the large backyard of his house. The man had guessed, correctly, that all the boys would be hungry after their busy night and day. He hadn't been seen much at all during the so-called sleepover, but he was doing the best he could to keep an eye on the various comings and goings. And the way Holden was now walking hadn't gone unnoticed by him. It brought back memories of his own years as a bottom and he was experiencing creeping doubts about how he had put a lot of this in motion. He decided to step in and put his foot down if things got too much worse for the Mackey bottom. After all, he had promised Holden's father, Mr. Randall Mackey, to do so.

After a very enjoyable dinner and when all the mess was cleaned up, the dishes washed and put away, Foster, the twins, and Holden all made their way back to the rumpus room to sign the contract Foster had been busy typing all afternoon. Phil and Trey had been deliberately told to remain busy in the kitchen for another hour.

Foster sat the twins down on the sofa, he sat down in the easy chair opposite and he had Holden stand behind him as an extra intimidation tactic perhaps.

"This is the contract I wrote to protect your rights in this matter," Foster explained in a very lawyerly-like voice. Let me read it to you first and then you can ask questions. Okay?"

Both twins nodded. They had certainly never signed a contract before and were a little overwhelmed. They were both pleased Foster would read it to them.

Foster read in a clear, definitive voice.

"Any questions?" asked Foster once he finished reading.

"Does that mean we gotta suck you too?" asked a concerned Lionel.

"No," Foster replied, "the contract doesn't say that. It just states that if you decide you want FIVE blowjobs from Holden here, then you suck me to get them. It's up to you two to decide if you want that or not. No one's forcing you into anything."

"We want the BJs, but it's not fair," complained Lewis. "Why do we gotta drink all that shit you make outta your dick and he don't. Neither me or Lionel make spunk yet you know."

"Well that's not Holden's fault. Besides, it's a Mackey rule – a requirement. You can ask Phil and Trey."

"We already did. They said they saw the bottoms do it loads of times at the ceremony they went to. You reckon they'll really let us watch next year?"

"Yeah of course. I put that in the contract and you heard Bart today. He's Council President and he said he'd be real glad if you guys were there."

Holden was having a serious problem in restraining himself from laughing out loud. Foster was really mean using the twins like this, but he had been warmed in the most dramatic terms not to say anything uninvited, so he kept his mouth shut and thought of long division math questions to distract himself from laughing.

After several more questions back and forth the contract was signed by all the parties concerned. Then Foster ordered a now somewhat reluctant Lewis to follow him up to his bedroom for their first fuck. Holden, dressed in the cut-offs and blue button-down shirt, was ordered to strip, leave his clothes in the rumpus room and follow the other two boys up to the bedroom to act as witness – a naked witness. Just another attempt by Foster to humiliate his school buddy, Holden assumed. In reality Foster knew that he and Lewis would obviously be getting naked for the fuck. He just didn't fancy having a fully-clothed kid watching, but knew the witness was essential to satisfy the requirements of the Junior Council.

"But no jacking off while you're watching or I'll take a strap to your ass. Understand?"

Holden nodded his agreement and started undressing as the younger twin, Lionel went off to find Phil and Trey.

It was a totally weird experience for Holden to just stand there and watch as Foster fucked his younger first-cousin. He'd seen other boys getting fucked of course. He ticked them off with his fingers – Sean Dawson, Reed Mackey, and even the unfortunate Corey Sanders at the Choosing Ceremony. Then he'd watched as Reed got it once again that very afternoon. But the immediacy of what was about to happen to himself at those times had driven away any pleasure he might have experienced. This time was different. His own ass was in no immediate danger and Holden decided he rather liked watching another boy taking it. He understood exactly what they were experiencing and that turned him on. There was pain for sure, but deep inside there was some pleasure – stimulation of the prostate, but also the knowledge that someone else was turned-on enough by your body to do this. He always avoided thinking about that until now. It was part of his cognition of sex, but buried way deep in the inner recesses of his mind.

Holden needed to jerk off in the worst possible way and even the prospect of a belting from Foster seemed hardly enough to deter his need. Still he fought the urge. But resisting his natural impulse was about the hardest thing he'd ever done. Almost worse than getting fucked by the huge cocks of Steven Harris (13), or Harry (15) and Wayne (14) Mackey and that was definitely saying something. If the other twin was to get screwed in the morning Holden knew he needed to jerk-off first before watching another one of these. His own cock was leaking precum. He knew what it was but it had never done that before. Just the slightest touch with his hand and he knew he'd reach nirvana, but that wasn't going to happen. Foster had forbidden it. Holden put his hands on his head to reduce the risk of fatal temptation. But as he looked down, his impossibly stiff boner stared back at him as if mocking his yearning for release.

This train of thought also caused Holden to contemplate what might be going through the minds of other kids as they watched him taking a big cock up his ass. That had happened often enough by now. Indeed, apart from Fisher that afternoon, each time Holden was fucked it had always been done in public, mostly with large audiences watching. A crowd of over 100 boys had cheered enthusiastically as he was fucked multiple times on Choosing Day. Today, the crowd was smaller, but no less animated. Holden was the main show they had all come to see as he was fucked over the bench in the Unnamed Wood. Even when he was fucked the first time at this sleepover, the other boys applauded. Were they as turned on as he was now? Well, obviously. And Holden just got harder at the prospect that other guys liked watching as a cock slid in and out of his asshole. Okay, this was getting real weird and he focused on what Foster was saying for a minute. Holden had his own private porn show going on just feet away and he needed to enjoy that.

"Well," Foster was saying, clearly out of breath, "I guess I definitely opened your hole up with my dick. I mean I'm really in there. But technically I haven't fucked you yet."

Lewis disagreed most emphatically. "What? You're crazy! Fuck off Foster. Get out of my ass!"

When Foster didn't move, Lewis tried crawling out from underneath his cousin, but it was no use. The teen was just too big.

"What do you mean you haven't fucked me? You just did."

"I didn't go in and out. That's what fucking is. You saw us all fucking Holden, didn't you?"

Holden smiled at the mention of his name. Yes, they had all watched him being fucked. Loads of times already. Had that turned them on? Was that the reason for Lewis to offer up his own asshole for penetration?

"Are you cracked?" Lewis was now saying. "You're not going to do that are you?"

But Foster clearly intended to do just that. He immediately gave action to his words as poor Holden stared on at the action taking place just feet away. Soon Foster was long dicking the younger boy and the hard slap of bare buttocks against groin and balls nearly made Holden come there and then.

Standing there stark naked as his buddy from school rutted away for the second time in the adorable bubble butt of the blue-eye blond 11-year-old, Holden realized something else. He wanted, no that wasn't right, he needed to do some fucking for himself when the opportunity arose. He recalled what Cain Jacobs had promised him that afternoon and he knew for certain that the next time Steven Harris fucked him, Holden would get his own turn. And what about the other bottoms he mused. Fourteen-year-old Cole Havers would be in town for another month and he would definitely be a fun fuck. Then there was Sean Dawson and Reed Mackey. Holden knew he could talk Sean into letting him have a go. The kid obviously felt his own share of guilt about what had happened to them both. And Reed? Well maybe not immediately, but give him time. Then there was Austin Mackey, one of the 1967 bottoms. Austin was a 13-year-old hottie, always a little nervous and shy, but he would definitely be fun to fuck. And were there other boys out there, maybe even non-Mackey that would let him do them – in exchange for a romp in his own ass no doubt. Holden decided that he needed to start fucking other boy ass as soon as he possibly could. He couldn't believe his mind had given him these thoughts, but with all that had happened to him in the last 24 hours, and now watching this, what choice did he have?

Holden continued to stare transfixed as Foster porked his 11-year-old cousin, and finally came for the second time. It wasn't fair. It should be him doing that. After all Lewis would be fucking him as his reward for allowing it. But that was not his lot in life. All his troubles could be traced back to that fateful decision he and Sean Dawson made to steel some moonshine. A spur of the moment stupid idea had changed the direction of his life. However, if that hadn't happened, he would still be entirely ignorant of sex. Oh well.

As Lewis crawled his way out from under Foster and disappeared into the bathroom, Holden concluded that the 11-year-old would make a mighty fine Mackey community bottom if that was to be his fate next year. Clearly everyone, other than the twins, was already expecting that. He had heard Trey and his own brother's plans in that regard. And perhaps Holden might eventually have his own go in that perfect round ass then. Or maybe even sooner if Foster allowed it.

Holden was only fucked one more time that day. This was by 11-year-old Lewis after the kid had been done by Foster as per their agreement. It was another very rough experience and by the time the kid eventually finished in his ass, Holden decided he had lost all sympathy for the twins. He wouldn't admit it, but he now rather looked forward to being there when it was explained to Lewis about his new status as a Mackey bottom. The feeling of guilt about his own involvement as "witness" was mollified by the fact that none of this was his idea. Holden had also been fortunate that Foster was just too drained after fucking his little cousin twice to need any more sex that night. In addition, he managed to convince Phil and Trey not to fuck him that evening in exchange for blow-jobs. This wasn't part of the official Mackey package they had been granted, but they readily agreed as getting blown was an experience they had missed out on at the Choosing.

Alone in the sleeping bag on the floor that night, Holden reviewed all that had happened to him on the first day of his new life as a Mackey community bottom. He couldn't sleep because his ass still ached terribly. It had been like this after the Choosing ceremony, but then he had the ten-day recovery period to get over it. Now he'd be doing all this again, and again, and again - every day for the next two years. And even after that he'd still owe Foster, Fisher, Trey, and his own kid-brother services for another 12 months. The thought was depressing in the extreme. Since midnight the previous day he had been fucked, and fucked and fucked. He counted them up in his head. Foster, Phil, and Trey two times each, Fisher and Lewis one a-piece and then the 4 members of the Mackey boy community. A total of 12 fucks in 24 hours and he knew today was probably a light load. Foster had been busy fucking Lewis that evening, but if that kid hadn't been available, Foster would have no doubt added another two more to his total. And worse still was the realization that other than Steven Harris and perhaps Foster, all the cocks he faced so far as a Mackey bottom were small ones belonging to 11 and 12 year-olds. How would he be able to handle the bigger dicks in his anal passage when the older guys got a turn? That day couldn't be put-off forever. Then there were the blow-jobs. There had been 5 of those in the same 24 hours. One each to Foster, Phil, and Trey and 3 for Fisher. He had got other guys off 17 times in 24 hours. Surely, that had to be a record? Did the other bottoms face that level of community burden? He would speak to Reed and Austin about that. Maybe his father as well. It was true he had cum himself twice, but it was really only Cain Jacobs that helped him out that way.

Holden concluded that his life really did suck and there were still 1,094 days of this torture to go. It would take him many hours to get off to sleep that night.

To be continued...