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. This is the final chapter of Holden's story.
I wish to thank my good buddies Sarge AKA Aldric for proofreading the entire story and Nick for valuable insights and suggestions. Finally, thanks to Caleb Simon for his contribution to this chapter.
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
The situation for Holden Mackey only went further downhill the following day. He faced morning fucks from Phil and Trey and now Lewis wanted his turn. Then it was upstairs again to Foster's bedroom so he could watch as the younger twin, Lionel, got pounded. After that of course, Lionel wanted his own turn in Holden's ass.
And things only got worse from there. Fisher's mom had organized a BBQ cookout lunch and four of the community boys were invited along with Foster, the twins, Phil and Trey. Foster declined the invitation telling Fisher on the telephone that he needed a few hours away from other boys to recover from all the sex he was having, but assured the boy he should be ready for another turn in Holden's ass later that night. In truth he planned to ring several of the leading members of the Junior Council and start pushing his claim for ownership of the twins. His father had advised him to sound-out the influencers first before putting in his formal claim. Bart's reaction to meeting the twins at the bench clearing had not gone unnoticed and Foster assumed he had one powerful supporter already. But he knew what he planned would take a good part of the day and he was very pleased all the others would be out of his hair for hours. He could hardly talk candidly on the phone about his claim for the two 11-year-old bottoms if the twins themselves were present. He figured he might also need to ride over to the houses of a few Council members and present his evidence – the contract signed by Lewis and Lionel. No, Fisher's BBQ was the perfect cover.
Mrs. Susan Mackey, Fisher's mom, had made a special effort to ensure the BBQ was a success. Since developing polio, her son had only rarely had friends over and because of the physical limitations he now had, he was not the sort of kid other early adolescent boys wished to hang around. Fisher's old passions of baseball and football were no longer possible and even riding bikes or hanging around the swimming hole at Indian Spring were activities he would never contemplate. However, his new rights with a Mackey bottom were really a blessing in disguise and other boys were once again keen to visit Fisher's place. Holden was set up in the spare bedroom on the second floor of the old farm house and boys could wait around the BBQ for their turn. The bottom's services were in high demand and it was only at Mrs. Mackey's insistence that Holden managed to get himself an hour off for lunch. She also made sure he ate a hearty meal and became a little concerned that the constant traffic to the spare bedroom was taking a toll on the boy. However, the never ended demands for more food from the nine tween boys left her too busy for such concerns until well into the afternoon.
The four community boys invited to the cookout were all taken from the list that Phil and Trey had been working on the previous day. Although clearly the majority of the boys who completed the sign-up papers at the clearing yesterday had over-estimated their assets in the cock department, several of the more astute ones had taken the opposite tack and way under-stated things. Thirteen-year-old John-Boy Mackey who claimed a mere 3 inches turned out to be a thick almost 5 ½ inches. Worse still was the smallest boy who turned up to fuck Holden at Fisher's house, Little Timmy Jacobs. He was called "Little Timmy" because of his diminutive stature, but clearly whatever growth hormones the kid possessed were all directed towards his pelvic region. Timmy had an almost 7-inch boner that turned out to be almost as thick as his tiny arm. In addition, his balls were even more out-sized and he pumped more cum up Holden's ass than the three other boys he serviced that afternoon combined. It didn't help that Phil and Trey and Lewis and Lionel all insisted in having their own turns between Holden's handling of his community duty. After being fucked by Little Timmy Jacobs, Holden disappeared into the bathroom and refused to come out for more than 45 minutes. When Fisher's mom banged on the door it was clear to her that the boy had been crying. He claimed blood was coming out of his asshole and he was in too much pain to move. Then Mrs. Mackey immediately rang Holden's dad and said she would take him straight home.
"I do apologize," she insisted. "I should have kept a better eye on things, but I was busy with the food and feeding all the hungry boys. Holden has refused to allow me to look at his, err, rear end, but he can hardly walk properly and is in no condition to ride his bike. I saw blood on some toilet paper in the bathroom after he let me in. I have no idea if this happens to all the new bottoms or... But, I'm bringing him straight back to your house in the car and no one will touch him for now."
The embarrassment for Holden didn't end when he got home. He was met at the front door by his father and his two uncles, Tyler and Harrison. His mother was nowhere to be seen. They thanked Fisher's mom for bringing him back to town, but then marched Holden up the stairs to his bedroom. He was told to pull down his pants and underwear, and bend over the bed. Then his rear end was painstakingly examined by the three men.
"Oh crap!" his father exclaimed. "That looks bad."
"Agreed," responded Uncle Harrison. "A job for Angus I reckon. I'll go and make the call."
All the men agreed and Holden was allowed to pull up his pants again. He didn't dare object to any of this – his father and uncles were all carrying their long-guns and looked as mad as hell. Rumors of what they had done to Titus Corbin had already been spreading quickly around Indian Spring and the boy guessed that most of it was true. After Holden had related the near rape he and Sean Dawson had experienced at the hands of Titus Corbin and Elijah Mackey, his dad and uncles had gone out 'hunting' that night. They found Titus at Elijah's house and force marched him back to the Near Spring and to his own father's house. Randall then put a bullet in Titus Corbin's leg in cold blood, just to give both the young man and his dad, Ben, a portent of what worse things would lay in store for any son of Ben's that ever crossed the creek again. Holden worried they looked mad enough to do the same thing again and he just hoped they didn't have their sights on him.
Half an hour later Uncle Angus arrived with his bag of country-cures. Angus was the nearest thing to a family doctor Holden had ever met, although the man had never got within spitting distance of any medical school in his entire life. But Uncle Angus was a skilled bone-setter and he understood all about folk and herbal remedies. He was always the first consulted in any medical emergency, but was wise enough to point his customers in the direction of the mainstream medical profession when confronted with maladies he couldn't handle. He too insisted on examining Holden's much abused asshole.
"Oh dear, worse than I thought," he announced in a loud voice as he painfully poked around back there.
"No more sex for you young man for at least a week. I'll take care of getting approval from the Council. But there is no permanent damage as far as I can tell. Blood flow is minimal. Still, there will be a lot of pain and no doubt several open fissures in the anal wall that will need time to heel. Holden, I'm gonna apply some sav back here. It may sting a little."
Holden screamed. "Sting a little" was a gross understatement and the boy collapse face-down on the bed as he struggled to hold back the tears.
"There!" Uncle Angus said sympathetically. "All done. That wasn't so bad was it?"
"No, it was worse," Holden complained. His father and uncles who were standing by all laughed loudly.
The following day at 10:45 AM the three men, still carrying their guns, piled into his father's work pick-up truck. Holden was ordered into the back for the trip to the Junior Council Clubhouse. He had never been there before. In his old life he had never had very much to do with the Mackey outside his immediate family. Now he had the right to go there, but had never even contemplated the idea. He knew about the so-called "bottom room" and now he had to worry about being dragged off there if he ever entered the Clubhouse.
Holden had been told that the Junior Council were meeting today to consider his father's complaint about the treatment he had received at the recent Choosing Ceremony. He knew they would also be considering Foster's claim for ownership of the twins and that he was supposed to be a witness for that as well, but had no idea when that meeting would be held. He guessed the presence of the very serious looking long guns with his family members would mean his dad's complaint might get a more serious hearing. He was the first to recognize that his current level of use as a bottom was intolerable. The previous evening his father made him create a list of each and every time he had been fucked, by whom, and where it happened since Thursday night and there was a separate list for all the blowjobs. Although it had actually happened to him, it was rather startling to review the overall totals.
When Holden, his father and uncles arrived at the clubhouse they found the Council already in session considering Foster's claim for the twins. This angered the men who had been told they would receive the undivided attention of the meeting. Uninvited, the three men, with Holden in tow, marched right up to the long table where the members of the Council were seated. It was quickly apparent that Bart and Bodie were about to shit themselves when they saw the men, the guns, and Holden.
As if it had been practiced, all three men cocked their rifles in unison and pointed them at the ceiling. Foster, who had been standing in front of the assembled teens on the committee, slunk away and almost ran towards the rear door. The men ignored him.
Randall Mackey stepped forward brandishing a paper in his free hand.
"I have here a petition, signed by the Senior Council, to present as part of my case demanding that this body reconsider the decisions it made at the recent Choosing Ceremony in relation to my son, Holden. The Senior Council agrees that the obligations you imposed on him are `unreasonable in the extreme.' These are the words of Calvin Tucker, legal representative for the Mackey community, not mine. Holden, step up here and read your two lists."
Bodie looked like he was about to say something, but Uncle Tyler leveled his gun in that direction and the older teen thought better of objecting.
Uncle Harrison dragged Holden up to the front of the room and made him read the two lists in a loud voice. There were certainly members of the Junior Council that might laugh as a boy gave details of each time he was fucked or had to blow another kid, but no one was laughing this time. As Holden continued to speak, it was clear most of the Council were surprised at how often he had been used in such a short period of time.
As soon as Holden finished his sad recitation his father stepped forward again.
"I have no issue with the fact that you made Holden a bottom. That is our custom. However, I believe the cumulative effect of both his community obligations and those to his private owners is unreasonable in the extreme as Tucker says. Unless you do something about this matter, I will forbid Holden from any further contact with the family. In that case anyone who lays a finger on my son will have serious problems with us."
At that, all three men cocked their weapons once again. The men then turned and left the room, Holden being forced to run to catch up.
Two days later a new Order No. 1968-2 was issued after some hard negotiation between Holden's father, Randall, with Calvin Tucker and Seth Mackey of the Senior Council, and Bart Mackey who was still president of the Junior Council. Bart would be replaced as president by Lake Havers at the next JC election. The terms of the new order were at least a little more favorable for Holden.
1. The Council agreed that no bottom should be fucked more than 6 times per day under any circumstances.
2. Foster, Philip and Trey are restricted to 3 fucks per week and these would count as part of the maximum number of six.
3. It is reiterated that Fisher has no specific rights to Holden's ass other than those granted to all Mackey boys of the requisite age.
4. Foster and Fisher are restricted to a maximum of five blowjobs per week.
5. Holden agreed to complete the standard bottom obligations owed to the community.
The following day, Holden's luck improved even more. He was ordered to attend another Junior Council meeting at the clubhouse. This time it was emphasized that the news was good and the presence of his father or uncles was not requested.
At this second meeting Foster was granted limited ownership of the twins until the next Choosing ceremony. He could fuck them a maximum of three times per week each, but because of their age, he was forbidden to grant others access. In addition, they owed him no oral services and would be told to report any abuse by their cousin direct to the Council. Foster agreed to bring them along to the next selection where he would surrender those rights if they were made community bottoms which was indeed what happened. And because the Council considered it unfair that one boy owned three bottoms, Foster then lost all access to Holden. Indeed, many on the Council thought that Foster had been far too smart in manipulating the system and some argued that punishment be applied. However, because the 14-year-old had not actually broken any rules or regulations, it was decided that no further action was taken against him, but losing all his rights to Holden was a considerable blow. Lewis and Lionel might also be considered to have done well, at least in Mackey terms in the 1960s. Although they were made bottoms in July 1969, they became community property and never came under the control of individual boys or a Kinset. The result was that after July 15th 1969 Foster had no direct ownership of any boy.
After the close of this second meeting, Bart and Brodie escorted Holden to the front door of the clubhouse assuring him he had no further special obligation to Foster. He would need to recommence his community obligations the following week as agreed, but they would allow him to police the number of those boys he serviced himself for the time being. Of course, he also owed Philip and Trey a maximum of 3 fucks per week if they wanted them and the five blowjobs to Fisher, but his overall burden of service had been dramatically reduced.
The two Council members watched as Holden got onto his bike and road back towards town.
"You know," said Bodie, "Mr. Randall Mackey scared the shit out of everyone when he and his brothers turned up to the Junior Council meeting with rifles. Way over the top don't you think?"
"Well he was certainly determined," answered Bart. "But I'm pleased to see that Holden got it in the end."
Both boys laughed. "Relief from some of his bottom duties I mean," Bart qualified and both teens laughed again.
"Yes, indeed," Bodie continued still grinning. "It was Foster who lost big time out of this whole episode. He has very limited access to the twins for the next year, but he lost all his rights with Holden. And didn't he kick and scream about that?"
"Too true," responded Bart, "But I think everyone on the Council agreed that the kid was just too smart for his own good the way he was leveraging his ownership of Holden to get the twins. Sure, he threatened to take our decision to the Senior Council, but he quickly forgot that idea when it was suggested he might like to get some firsthand experience himself of what it meant to be a Mackey bottom."
And both teens laughed once again.
For Holden, the first few days of his time as a Mackey Bottom had been a real emotional rollercoaster ride. He had experienced defeat, pain (physical and emotional) and judgment from his own family. Then there was the mockery and betrayal, both from his family, and from boys he thought he could trust and had considered friends. Sitting in the bathroom, a few days ago, looking at the blood on the toilet paper, he recognised that as having been the lowest point of all. The point where he had seriously begun considering options to end it all. His bottom ached inside and out, from all the rough treatment. He hated the unfairness of the situation he was in.
Yes, he had messed up, but three years of punishment seemed overwhelming. He hated Foster passionately and he was thankful that Foster no longer had control over his life. If he managed things properly, Foster would never get to fuck him again. How could he have ever trusted Foster so much? His dad was right about one thing. From now on, he'd be looking out for himself. He would never trust someone that completely ever again. He had learned that lesson, at least. As he reflected on things, the worst part, he thought, was the fact he had felt so alone and helpless. Even his dad had appeared to abandon him, but in the last few days he'd kept his word, in spite of his anger and disappointment. Although, the words his dad had spoken, condemning him as the literal cocksucker of the whole Mackey boy community, still stung deeply. To add insult to injury, his dad had laughed, along with his brothers, at Holden's pain after Uncle Angus had applied the sav. He'd wanted to scream at them, but he knew that would just earn him a session with dad's belt. Apparently he wasn't going to be allowed his dignity for a while. Apparently he was going to be the source of the family jokes for a while too. He would have to find some way to live with that and get past that deep hurt.
He would have to find a way to forgive his shit of a brother too. For the way Phil had participated in the degrading artwork he still wore across his lower back and ass. He'd told his dad he didn't want Phil to have ownership of his mouth any more, after what he'd done, but his dad had said that punishment still stood. He had however, been allowed to watch as Phil, already sobbing, had been made to bare his bottom and bend over the lounge for a session with dad's belt. Holden had even felt some stirrings of pity as he watched Phil cry, beg, scream and kick. Dad had needed to hold him down for the last licks. Even after watching that, the betrayal still felt raw, as he remembered the way Phil had joked as Steven was sinking that man sized cock into him, while he was desperately trying not to scream out in pain or cry.
While he was trying to hold in the tears of pain as Steven fucked him, he had never felt so alone. At least the pain had distracted him from the cheers and mockery of the boys watching. And even after Steven had pulled out, none of those boys had approached him to say anything. The feeling of self pity had been almost overwhelming. He had felt like an object, just two holes to be used. He'd been angry then, wanting to lash out at someone, anything, just for the sheer satisfaction of causing someone else pain. Now he'd had time to process his feelings, maybe being angry with them wasn't the right thing. After all, he already knew he'd be seeking out other bottoms to fuck. In the last few days, something had changed inside him, creating a hunger inside him. Steven had said not everyone who used him was like that; selfish assholes who cared only for their own pleasure. Cain and Steven for sure weren't like that. Even Fisher wasn't selfish when he had fucked him. They actually seemed to care about him and about making sure he shared in the pleasure. He made himself a promise that when he did go to visit a bottom, he'd make sure the bottom felt good too. So that provided some hope.
He honestly didn't know if he had the strength to get through the next 1,092 days. Steven had shared with him that he still experienced some dark days where the burden felt overwhelming, but he'd said he'd be there to talk to, even if all Holden wanted to do was to cry and scream. Holden realised that his burden had been dramatically reduced in the last few days, and at least now he knew he had friends who would support him. It was true what they said, trying times reveal who your true friends are. Now he had at least two, and maybe Fisher. Perhaps he could find a few more. Maybe, just maybe, he could get through this, after all.
Life for Holden Mackey was still far from ideal, but with the new maximum of six fucks each 24 hours, he was only slightly worse off than any of the other bottoms from this period. However, he still did owe Phil and Trey fucks for a third year and the blowjobs to Fisher. But Holden's winning streak of good fortune continued. After what happened at the sleep-over at Foster's house, Phil concluded that it was just a bit too weird to be fucking his own older brother and he pressured his buddy Trey to fall in line. Thus, Phil never had sex with Holden again. Trey didn't always keep that commitment, but made sure that whenever he did fuck Holden, Phil was never told. Holden was happy enough with this devil's bargain as he understood it was never anything malicious with Trey – he was just a horny little fucker in those years. Fortunately, even Trey didn't over-use his privileges with Holden. In a secret agreement with Bart and the rest of the Council, Philip and Trey were granted one fuck from one of the twins each second day until the 1969 Choosing Ceremony. The Council believed, correctly, that the twins were sure to be made full community bottoms in 1969 and wanted them broken in before the big day. The Council at that time were keen to avoid a repeat of the issue they had with Holden and his relatives. Because of that, Philip and Trey got to fuck a different twin each day which substantially reduced their need for other sexual outlets.
As for Fisher, he became a good and trusted friend to Holden and he never abused the right he had to his buddy's mouth. And whether out of guilt or just teen experimentation, Fisher soon started returning the blow-job favor. He never swallowed as he considered that a bridge too far, but he always kept a large box of tissues beside his bed for the purpose. The last time the two boys had sex was on the eve of the 1971 Choosing Ceremony. Fisher wanted their sexual activity to continue after that and hoped he could talk his buddy into some mutual fun. He even agreed to swallow all Holden's cum if they continued having sex. This was no small concession, as at 16, Holden was now producing a considerable amount. But Holden gave the idea an emphatic "No" and told Fisher to never raise the subject again. Fisher could hardly blame him for his decision after all he had been through over the past 3 years. But the two remain close friends to this day.
There was one additional unforeseen consequence for Holden that perhaps resulted from his poor treatment in his initial days as a Mackey bottom. Just 12 months after he completed his final obligations under the orders from the 1968 Choosing, a message arrived from the Senior Council which stated that Holden had been awarded a full scholarship at the local state community college enabling him to pursue his chosen career in accountancy and business. The only provisos to this good fortune were stipulations that:
1. He agree to keep this bequest a secret forever.
2. He make no attempt to discover who provided the funds for the scholarship.
It wasn't until 1993, after the death of the then 70-year-old Mr. Gerald Mackey, that Holden learned the real identity of his benefactor. After the funeral of his father, Trey took Holden aside and told him of the discussions he and his older brother, Foster, had had with their old man after the news of their ownership of a Mackey bottom back in the 1960s. Apparently the man had felt guilt for years over the fact that he had somehow contributed to Holden's woos back then. Trey was sure the very idea was ridiculous and could only remember his father going out of his way to help Holden. However, Trey did take the opportunity of meeting at the funeral to apologize to Holden on behalf of himself and his brother for the things they had done when they were young.
When his own children came of age, Holden somewhat exaggerated the ill-treatment he had received as a Mackey bottom when he told his sons of the experience. He was keen to put enough scare into the boys to ensure they themselves never ran afoul of the Mackey of Indian Spring. None of them ever did, but that's another story.