The Sandy Jacobs Story - Chapter 6

Written by Charles Well <charles.well@yandex.com> and Sarge AKA Aldric <pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com

(C) 2018)

The original Kids of Indian Spring (KOIS) story by Jonas Henley can be found here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/kids-of-indian-spring/

This story is about sex between boys and is therefore a total fantasy. It was written by an adult for the entertainment of other adults. No children or animals were either involved or harmed in the writing of this story. Please leave now if you are not supposed to be here.

Writing the continuing saga of the Kids of Indian Spring has become a real community effort. I welcome aboard my co-author Sarge AKA Aldric. His ideas, drafting, hard work, and constant support in too many areas to mention made this chapter possible. A special thank you goes to Sam who wrote the sex scene between Sandy Jacobs and Kevin Mackey that appears in the section that follows. I hope you will agree with me that it is one of the better pieces of erotic literature you are ever likely to read. You can thank Sam at <envargfarkas@yandex.ru>" Also recognition must go to Mike for help with editing and proofreading. Finally, for those waiting to learn what happened at the White Party, rest assured another skilled writer, Doc, has that chapter well in hand.

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General background:

There are two categories of kids living in Indian Spring, on the edge of a large city in Ohio. One group is the Mackeys, and those that are part of that extended clan through family and blood connections. They were the original European inhabitants of the region dating back to 1832. As a result of generations of isolation, self reliance, and often living on the wrong side of the law, the family developed many unique traditions and rules that governed the everyday lives of their youngsters. That group includes Sandy Jacobs and his brothers, Kevin Mackey and his brothers, all the deep and very deep Mackeys like Tolley, Seth, or Chris Corbin. The second category is kids that are not part of the Mackey family, but happen to live in Indian Spring. That would be kids like Kelley and Ethan Tucker, the Cormacks, Nathan Carlin, Cal Brewer, Casey Harris etc. They are called "Near Springers" and are generally not bound by regulations affecting Mackey youth, but may find themselves caught up in the "old traditions" in certain circumstances.

In order of appearance, the major characters are:

Daniel Mackey (13) Third child of Holden Mackey (Community bottom 1968) – Religious family, but still part of the extended Mackey clan. His siblings are: Judith (15), Mark (14), Luke (11), and Sarah (9).

Darrell Mackey (17) Mackey Junior Council member. Son of Duane Mackey. (1st cousin to Hiram). Darrell has the reputation of being a "fixer" in Indian Spring. If you need something, he's the go-to-guy.

Hiram Mackey (17) Mackey Junior Council member. Son of Paul Mackey. (1st cousin to Darrell). Generally fills the role of side-kick to his cousin. Goes along with all Darrell's schemes.

Sandy Jacobs (13 years, 5 months) (Full name Alexander Corbin Jacobs, which only his mother ever uses). A dirty blond boy who looked like he belonged in a country baseball commercial and was now at the point where you could tell he had once been very cute, was now simply good looking, and moving quite easily toward handsome. Oldest of four brothers in the Jacobs family. Main protagonist in my story (the reason why it's called The Sandy Jacobs Story). Part of the extended Mackey clan.

Kevin Michael Mackey (13) Good-looking. He has dark brown hair, as thick as you could make very slightly curly hair yet still have it look dreamily soft. Part of the extended Mackey clan. One of the two Mackey community bottoms selected in the 1994 Choosing Ceremony. He is gay and confident in his sexuality.

Tanner Mackey (13) Middle son of Frankie Mackey. Brother of Spencer Mackey (15) and Cooper Mackey (12). Second Community bottom from 1993 with Kevin.

Tim Hardin (14) brother of Paul Hardin, Mackey Junior Council member. Tim is part of the extended Mackey clan and was Community bottom from 1994 with Harry Mackey.

Bert Mackey (16) Mackey Junior Council member. Tends to support the Hal Tucker faction, but can sometimes be a swing vote.

Jason Mackey (16) Mackey Junior Council member. Older brother of Kevin Mackey (13) and Sean (12) Tends to support the Hal Tucker faction.

Kelley Tucker (sometimes Tuck) (12) Eldest son of Halford (Hal) and Silvie Tucker. Brother of Ethan (10.5) and Ashton (9) A non-Mackey from Indian Spring. Main protagonist in Jonas Henley's original story.

Halford (Hal) Tucker (Adult) Lawyer. Father of Kelley, Ethan & Ashton. Hal is the driving force behind the Indian Spring Community Integrity Association fighting redevelopment projects destructive of the community.

Brad Jacobs (12 years, 1 month) aka Bradley. Dirty blond like his 3 brothers. Part of the extended Mackey clan. On this year's Mackey Choosing List.

Sean Mackey (12) Brother of Kevin. Mostly straight. Part of the extended Mackey clan. On this year's Mackey Choosing List.

Cal Brewer (12) Son of Jonathan Brewer. A Near Springer (non-Mackey) but claims Mackey status under the Dawson Exclusion Rule to justify his ownership claim on Kelley Tucker.

Sam Jacobs (adult) Real Estate Appraiser, but he has contacts in the building trade. Father of Sandy (13), Bradley (12), Stevie (11) and Chase (10).

Karla Jacobs (adult) She has gone back to work as a physiotherapist at City Hospital. Mother of Sandy (13), Bradley (12), Stevie (11) and Chase (10).

Stephen (Stevie) Jacobs (11) Dirty blond hair like all his brothers – Sandy (13), Brad (12), and Chass (10). He has a light sprinkling of freckles across his nose and cheeks. Exploring being openly gay for the first time. Part of the extended Mackey clan.

Chase (Chass) Colton Jacobs (10) Just turned 10. Brother to Sandy (13), Brad (12) and Stevie (11) Part of the extended Mackey clan.

Thirteen-year-old Daniel Mackey sat up in his bed determined to ignore the morning erection demanding attention in his pajamas. His mother would be in at exactly 7:00 AM to wake him. She woke her children at this time every morning, whether a school day or weekend. For her, laziness would not be tolerated. Her oft repeated mantra of, "Idle hands are the devil's play thing." He understood what that meant now.

Daniel had a lot to think about after his meeting with Raymond Mackey. He considered himself a good person who followed the rules – those at home, the ones at school, and most of all, the laws of God. He was a Christian – a Southern Baptist – and he believed in the sanctity of life, soul competency, the priesthood of all believers, he affirmed God's plan for marriage of one man and one woman as a lifetime relationship, and knew the bible forbad homosexuality and extra-marital relationships. That's what he had been taught his entire life. He had learned at school that self-abuse was also a sin, but he had fallen so many times on that score in recent years, he had given up counting.

So why did the Lord make it so difficult to follow his rules? Why was the devil constantly testing him on the subject of sex? He did feel genuine concern for what happened to his father back in the 1960s. But taking revenge on his cousin Bert for something the kid's father did, he knew was unfair and evil. But it would feel so good if he could. And what about Ethan Tucker? The kid had wanted it after all – he flat out asked Daniel to fuck him right there in the woods. He still possessed enough of God's grace to say no to that. But totally lapsed when the 10-year-old went down and sucked his cock. What a pathetic individual he was.

Daniel knew he had competing factions fighting a pitched battle in his head for the possession of his immortal soul. On one side the forces of good were telling him he shouldn't have any more sex with, and definitely shouldn't fuck Ethan Tucker. But the minions of the devil were powerful. They gave him the irrepressible teenage lust that meant keeping sexual feelings from his mind impossible. However much he prayed, Daniel was finding it increasingly difficult to keep pure in mind, if not in body. It seemed to him now that every waking moment a sexual fantasy invaded his brain. Did every kid suffer under such intense erotic temptation and stress? And would it be so bad if he gave vent to those feelings?

Daniel Mackey made some decisions to resolve his internal conflict. He would only do anything sexual with Bert if the kid got picked as a community bottom. If he didn't, that would be like a message from God. And he would see Ethan again, and maybe allow the boy to blow him, if the little kid insisted. But if he fucked him, he wouldn't be applying to the Council for ownership. That would definitely be wrong. Having sex with other boys must surely be preferable to imposing his lust on the innocent girls that more and more featured in his constant fantasies. After all, that's why the Mackey had the bottoms. He understood that now too. And on some level, it even made sense. Girls were pure and meant to remain that way until their wedding night. On the other hand, if his own erotic urges were anything to go by, boys were lustful creatures with few redeeming qualities. He knew his own brother had fallen to the temptations of that lascivious Jacobs kid. He had learned that word in Sunday school and it seemed to fit both Ethan Tucker and Stevie Jacobs. If their immortal souls were already forfeit to the devil, was there any great harm in using them sexually? He couldn't see that would be a problem.

Seventeen-year-old Darrell Mackey woke early in this strange house. His great aunt was an elderly spinster who got moving early each day, and was going deaf. "Not surprised!" Darrell thought to himself. She turned on the television as loud as it would go as soon as she got up, and it remained on all day. With paper thin walls, how was a guy supposed to get enough sleep? At least he wasn't sharing the single bed with Hiram any longer. He had gone back home yesterday afternoon. But with his mother, sister and little shit of a brother off in California and his father still threatening to make him a bottom, Darrell had wisely decided to stay away from home a little longer. That was when he came up with the idea of spending a few days at Aunt Beth's. When his Dad had been unsuccessful in getting the Council to make him an official Mackey bottom, he had threatened to have some of his "associates" break a few of his bones on his 18^th birthday, if he ever heard of his son involved in any more schemes involving kids in the community. Darrell knew the son-of-a-bitch was mean enough to do it too. He had also been warned to stay away from Uncle Elijah as well.

But Darrell was determined to be back in the Spring for the 15th. It would be his last Choosing Ceremony, and he didn't want to miss that. But he would definitely be playing it low-key, at least until his Dad calmed down a bit. And Darrell wondered how the other Council members might treat him. They all knew about David and his plans, and as far as he had heard so far, the news had been restricted to them. But he had promised to do various things associated with his Council duties, but since his self-imposed banishment from Indian Spring, he had let everything lapse. That would definitely piss some of them off. He guessed he should ring Raymond and fill him in, but Hiram had promised to do that this afternoon. The trouble with Hiram though, was unless you kept reminding him of things, he forgot. "Well, the Mackeys can live without me for another day or so," he said to himself before pulling the pillow over his head in an attempt to block out the television noise.

Thirteen-year-old Sandy Jacobs waited outside the Mackey Junior Clubhouse after making the agreement about his own fate. He wondered whether he should have held out for a better deal, but guessed any argument might not have been well received. So he was now a Mackey bottom, or about to become one. At least his status was far more limited than most of the unfortunate kids that occupied this position. He worried about how Tim Hardin was going to treat him over the next week. He well understood why that kid was out for vengeance. Sandy had to admit, even to himself, he had not treated the kid well. But what would he do given the opportunity for payback and no limits imposed by the Mackeys. He guessed it might not end well for him - "end" being the operative word here. But at least there was a near expiration to that obligation. Tim's two-year term as a Mackey bottom ended in a week's time.

In the deepest recesses of his soul, Sandy also feared how Kevin might react. He enjoyed what the two of them did at present, but how would he feel in three months' time? He had promised himself to get a girl next school year. Jessica Watson, Ashley Timms, or Amanda Greenfield were all likely candidates. He had chatted to them all at different times at the end of the last school year and he guessed that Jessica and Ashley, at least, would go out with him if asked. But now he had to make himself available to the gay boy whenever required. He couldn't say no, and even had to pretend he enjoyed getting fucked or sucking cock. By his own agreement that would be his life for the next 13 months. "Shit!" he thought. He guessed he could handle Kevin if it came down to it, but Sandy had never experienced a situation where he had no control. If he pissed the kid off, he could easily complain to the Council and Kevin's brother Jason would be first in line to start imposing more penalties. They might even make him a full community bottom. That prospect didn't bear thinking about. And gay boys might get jealous if he started dating girls. "Fuck! I'm not at 10 on the fucked-upness scale, but nowhere near zero either. Maybe a five."

Lost in thought about all these future prospects, Sandy was startled when Kevin jostled his shoulder 10 minutes later.

"Err, sorry. Just thinking," said the taller boy.

They sat on the outside bench together and Sandy explained what he and Jason had discussed and the agreement made.

"So how does it feel to be an official Mackey bottom?" asked Kevin.

"I'm not a happy camper at present, but I guess it could be worse. Anyway, it's not official until Sunday night at the sleepover. You get to go first and then Tanner Mackey and Tim Hardin. I think Tanner is gonna be okay, but I'm worried about Tim. He and his brother have got it in for me apparently. I'm not surprised, but I reckon he's gonna want to make my life hell until the 15^th."

"Well, he can't have you all to himself. Tanner and me have rights to your ass too."

"Shit, thanks," replied Sandy. "That makes me feel better."

"Yeah well! And what about Harry Mackey (14) the second Community bottom from 1993? One of the very deep Mackeys you rarely see. You know, the son of Frasier Mackey." Kevin added when it was clear Sandy had no idea who he was talking about.

"He's a nice kid and he owes me a favor or two. Don't worry! We'll sort it out so Tim can't get too much access to you."

Just then the members of the Junior Council started filing out the door. Tad Mackey noticed the two boys and said,

"Kevin, your brother wants to see you inside."

Kevin got up and reappeared a few minutes later with a copy of the official Choosing List for 1995.

"Fuck," said Sandy expressively. "So this is the List that every kid wants to stay off."

"Yep," replied his friend, "but it looks like nobody got their wish this year. I reckon every 12-year-old in the Spring, and then some, are here."

The two boys sat on the bench and poured over the names knowing they were the first, outside the official Council members, to see the list. They realized brothers, cousins, and Mackeys far and wide would be turning up at the clubhouse to see the official copy already posted on the bulletin board. But they had the honor to have the hot off the presses version.

Sandy was pleased to see his own name wasn't there, but guessed, considering what was about to happen on Sunday, he should be in two minds about that. He saw his brother's name, Kevin's brother, his friend Dean and a lot more. The full list read:-

In order to obtain full community rights and privileges, the following boys are required to attend the official Mackey Choosing Ceremony to be held at Old Knot starting at 9:15 AM on Saturday July 15, 1995. We suggest you arrive early!

1. Theodore Olliver (Tolley) Mackey

2. Seth Mackey

3. Sean Mackey

4. Cooper Mackey

5. Dean Mackey

6. Chris Corbin, 10th kinset

7. Joey Mackey

8. Gabriel Mackey

9. Bradley Jacobs

10. Malcolm McEwen

11. Judge Mackey

12. Jeff Garvin

13. Mitchel Garvin

14. Kelley Tucker, Dawson Exclusion

15. Cal Brewer, Dawson Exclusion

16. Stephen Carrigan

17. Albert (Bert) Mackey

18. Quentin Mackey

19. Matthew Mackey

Signed: Raymond Mackey, President, on behalf of the full Mackey Junior Council

July 8, 1995

"Shit," said Kevin after a few minutes of silence. "A total of 19 kids. That has to be a record. No wonder they're going for 4 bottoms this year."

"It doesn't say that here. About the 4 bottoms I mean," replied Sandy.

"No, they'll make that final decision on the day, but with 19 victims, it's gonna be four – believe me!"

"Okay," said Sandy. "We need to get to work. Do you have any appointments today?"

"I'm free until 4:00. Then I have 3 guys in a row. Four, five and six."

"Good, that gives us time. There's a few guys here we haven't spoken to yet, and some others we're not sure are coming to the sleepover. Let's get our brothers to help. Brad said Sean was coming over to our place this morning, so let's go there."

"Shit, I've just realized. Brad doesn't know about the deal I've made yet. He's gonna be tickled pink when I offer him the 10 minus points for the Choosing. So both Brad and Sean are gonna be safe from the threat of being bottomed. Tons of check-marks though. I reckon they'll need a lot of practice. Maybe there are helpful older brothers for that. What do you think?"

Kevin giggled at the idea. "Maybe!"

"If we're going to yours, Kelley Tucker's place is on the way. Let's go there first," suggested Kevin.

"Fine!"

Before they left the Tucker Wood and got back into town, Sandy made a detour down a hidden path and stopped in a small clearing.

"Kevin, I think it's time you rid me of my virginity. Officially I'm not supposed to do it till Sunday night, but I want our first time to be without an audience. We can have more fun that way. We don't have to pretend we don't like it. Besides I'm horny as hell. I didn't get a fuck all day yesterday. Just a very ordinary blowjob from my brother. And I'm guessing, after the stress of this morning, we could both use some down-time. What do you say?'

"Lead the way," said the more experienced boy, and Sandy did.

He took off his shirt and placed it carefully down on the leaves that covered the ground in the clearing. Then he went to work on his jeans.

Watching this incredibly hot boy undressing right in front of him excited Kevin quite a bit. The sight of that same boy he'd spent so much time dreaming about, now unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, turning his back to him, and bending over pulling them down, sent a surge of energy to Kevin's crotch. But what got him going even more was Sandy's offer. After countless times of feeling the erect penises of countless boys penetrating his anus, thrusting in and out repeatedly and filling his ass with countless loads of their cum...for the first time ever, he was going to experience this the way they all had. And the appearance of the twin globes of that perfect ass, revealed when the pants and underwear came down and off of them, gave his dick another eager throb. When Sandy bent forward revealing more of his crack, spreading just slightly, deliciously and temptingly, it had him dying to get started.

Kevin's dick pressed extremely uncomfortably against the inside of his boxers, leaving a tiny wet area of pre-cum. He quickly kicked off his shoes and stripped off the rest of his clothes, freeing his hardening appendage in his hurry to begin. He had undressed with another boy like this a thousand times in the last year as a Mackey bottom, but this time was different. Finally, at long last, he would be on top this time around.

Sandy actually had to bend further down to untie his shoes before he could slip his jeans and underwear off from around his ankles. Doing this caused an even wider separation in his crack, giving a hint of what lay deeper in between those deliciously round cheeks that were lit by the dappled sunlight that reflected through the trees.

Kevin reached his hand forward and felt one of Sandy's cheeks, giving an experimental squeeze. Sandy didn't say anything; there was the slightest flinch betraying his apprehension, but Sandy continued taking off his shoes and let Kevin continue groping his butt.

"I've wanted to try this for so long, you have no idea," he said softly, hardly daring to believe it was all really coming true.

Sandy felt the fingers of Kevin's hand move into the top of his crack and trace downward, lightly brushing over his tightly puckered anal ring. The contact with his hole, the hole that was about to be stretched open and used for Kevin's pleasure, only contributed to Sandy's nervousness. But he was still pleased to see Kevin so excited by it all.

Sandy finally got both of his shoes off and stood up, looking back over his shoulder. Kevin slid his hand back up Sandy's crack, brushing the hole again, then placing it on his ass cheek. He gave the cheek a squeeze as he stepped in closer and pressed against Sandy's side, wrapping the other arm around his chest. Kevin's hard dick pushed against Sandy's left buttcheek, and Sandy could swear he felt it get even harder as it pressed into him.

Resigning himself to the fact that this was going to happen sooner or later, Sandy tried to move things along by bending over the fallen tree, opening his ass up again to exploration. Kevin immediately took the opportunity to slip his hand back into that enticing crack and press his finger against Sandy's hole with probing curiosity. Kevin's finger moved around, massaging and gently prodding at the anal ring.

"I can't believe we're really gonna do this," Kevin said softly to himself, and then louder, "Sandy, I've dreamed of doing this with you for three years. Remember that time in 5^th grade when we went to the Water Park on the school trip? You had your leg up on the bench in the changing room as you dried your foot. I kinda fell in love with your butt then. Is that too gay?"

Sandy smiled despite himself. He couldn't even help it. He didn't care if it was gay, in a confusing and complicated way, it was just the right thing to do. However, he didn't mention that. After bottoming in perpetuity, this was now Kevin's turn on top. He deserved for his dreams to come true.

"No, it's not gay. Look Kevin," Sandy turned so their eyes met, though his expression was not as confident as his voice tried to be. "It's yours, OK? You can enjoy it all you want. I owe you big time. Besides, I'm the bottom's bottom now and have to do whatever you want."

"Here, get some of this on your finger," Sandy said as he grabbed the small tube of KY he had slipped into his pocket before leaving home that morning. He put a generous portion on Kevin's fore- and middle fingers. He bent further over the fallen tree trunk, presenting his exposed ass. "Now, put your hand back there again and let's get this show on the road. I can't remain a virgin all my life."

Kevin plunged his hand back into the irresistible territory of Sandy's ass, spreading the lubricant over the hole and wasting no time in dipping his middle finger into the entrance. He rubbed and prodded experimentally, then gradually started sliding it up the proffered anus little by little.

Sandy figured it wouldn't take Kevin long to get through stretching him out with fingers and replacing them with his dick, so he tried to relax and let his hole loosen up as much as possible. He had practiced this himself over the last few days, of course, but it was a totally different feeling having another boy doing it and not knowing exactly when or what was coming next.

Kevin reveled in the warm tightness surrounding his finger, already imagining that gentle grip on his achingly hard dick. The ease with which first one finger, then two, glided in and out of that tight opening fascinated him.

"Mmmffffuuuhhh." Sandy moaned when Kevin added the second finger alongside his middle digit, increasing the stretching of his extremely vulnerable rear entrance. Together, both fingers plunged upward, nearly two inches deep now exploring the depths of his ass and preparing it for exploitation.

"Fuck, I want this," Kevin intoned, mesmerized by the illicit and erotic feel of the most private space that he was invading. "I really want this bad." How many days had he been fucked by guys who were concerned only with their own need for orgasm? How many nights, alone in bed, had he dreamed of doing this with another boy? Especially with Sandy! He did enjoy the feel of another boy's cock ramming into his ass, but this was sex on a whole new plane.

"Look at me!" ordered the dirty blond, wanting to ensure he made this next part perfectly clear.

Kevin looked up, his eyes glassy with lust.

"You own it now, Kevin. Right now, and every single day for the next 13 months. You can do anything you feel like doing to it, `cause it belongs to you." At some level, Sandy felt it was satisfying to give up control to someone he trusted. Dare he think it? To someone he loved.

Kevin continued moving his fingers in and out of Sandy's hole, making the boy on the bottom for the first time squirm uncomfortably. But it wasn't just a bad kind of discomfort; it was mixed with anticipation, and the uncomfortable need for more.

Kevin smiled as he thought about the implications of this. "Your butt is really mine, then?"

"Yep," Sandy replied resolutely, as he had already made up his mind. He thought he even felt his dick swell just slightly, as he realized it was too late to go back now. He had given full ownership of his butt and his hole to this boy, and there was nothing now that would keep Kevin from fucking it. And from the looks of Kevin's totally rigid dick, he was pretty excited about taking advantage of that fact.

Kevin's dick twitched as he grinned. "My butt, to do whatever I want with," he murmured to himself. "Sweet." There was a definite shift in his demeanor, and he became more of a sexual animal, more dominant in his role.

"Well then, if this is really mine..." he said, driving the point and his fingers home by pushing them as deep as they would go into Sandy's ass, relishing in the moans of the boy as he gently teased and toyed with the ass he now owned. "I'm going to put my dick in your butt, as far in as it can go, and fuck you as much as I feel like."

Sandy knew those were the simple facts, and he couldn't argue even if he had been inclined to. But before he could say anything, he felt the fingers leave his ass and felt Kevin move in closer, pressing his dickhead against the vulnerable hole. Without any further warning, he pushed it in, burying the head in the soft grip of Sandy's anal ring. Kevin knew he couldn't last too long before he would inevitably cum deep in the fine ass he had only begun to plunder, but he just had to pause and admire the beautiful view, and the tantalizing future before him.

For Sandy, it was exactly the searing pain he had been told to expect. For all his acceptance and willingness, it was still an agonizing and intense feeling. A deep stabbing pain that shot through his bowels and heralded the entry of Kevin's handsome, circumcised, 4.5 inch penis into his ass. He bit his lower lip to spread the hurt.

Grateful for the brief pause, Sandy felt a sudden twinge of helplessness as Kevin's hands moved from his ass to grip his hips firmly, and felt his whole body pulled back on to the eager cock that started slipping further in. Kevin wasted little time in quickly sliding the rest of the way into him, impaling his ass on the full 4.5 inches of rock-hard boydick. After bottoming out, Kevin pulled halfway back and started rocking only an inch and a half of dick in and out of his rectum. Almost teasing Sandy's hole as he glided back and forth over the anus.

"Your ass feels amazing, Sandy!" Kevin said breathlessly, as he sped up the pace. "I'm definitely gonna cum soon."

Before long, the quick shallow thrusts drove Kevin to the brink of orgasm. It hadn't taken long, just as Kevin said it wouldn't. But much to Sandy's confusion, when the critical moment hit, Kevin didn't bury himself deep and unload as Sandy would have expected from his own experience fucking. Instead, somehow restraining his natural instincts, Kevin just continued running his dick in and out at the same speed for as long as he could, shooting the whole time and filling Sandy's no longer virgin ass with his cum.

Each shot of cum coated the inside of Sandy's ass, and each steady thrust drove Kevin's dick through the cum, spreading it around and pushing it further in. As he slowed his pumping after his orgasm had faded, Kevin finally buried the whole of his 4.5 inches in Sandy's ass and stayed balls deep as he caught his breath.

Throughout the entire process of the short-lived inaugural fucking, Sandy had remained acutely aware of every sensation from the texture of the lube, to the tightness of Kevin's grip on his waist, to the tugging of Kevin's dickhead as it nearly pulled out of the hole. But even after Kevin had cum, Sandy noticed no change in the width of the dick that was keeping his asshole stretched open. In fact, with each throb of Kevin's erection, it almost seemed to be getting harder, if that was possible. And not only did Kevin show no signs of softening after he had finished cumming, he also showed no intention of pulling out.

"Just so you know," Kevin began, after he finally caught his breath, "I'm definitely not done yet. Cumming in your ass was amazing! Your hole is so tight, and it's definitely the best feeling I've ever had. But since your ass is mine now, Jacobs, and I can do whatever I want with it..." he punctuated that remark with several short, hard thrusts, "...I'm going to keep fucking it some more."

Sandy was shocked. Kevin had never referred to him by his surname before, had never been so forceful and dominant. But he was feeling too embarrassed to protest or make any complaint. He was well and truly fucked, in every sense of the word. Not only had a boy penetrated him with his hard dick, moved it in and out of his hole until his rectum had been filled with cum. But it was about to happen again, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Oh, uhh, okay," was all that Sandy could lamely reply. He knew he had asked for it. Literally, he had asked Kevin to this place for the sole purpose of allowing the boy to take his anal virginity. Knowing there was nowhere else to go but forward, Sandy managed to squeak out the only words that came to mind, "Go ahead."

Kevin shifted his feet slightly, planting himself in a strong stance while embedded in the other boy, and still gripping his waist with both hands. The movement caused Sandy to push his ass back in order to maintain his balance. Sandy's motion was unintentional, but Kevin interpreted it as a further invitation to restart the fucking.

"Don't worry, I'm totally ready to go again!" And with no further ceremony, he slid his dick out of the tight ass until only the head remained inside, then slid it right back in again.

"I'll be able to last a lot longer this time too. This is going to feel so good...this is awesome!!"

Sandy tried to respond, but the limited capability that his brain had to find words at that point was overridden by feeling the repeated thrusts into his inner sanctum. But with what little processing power his brain was still able to use, he gradually became aware of the fact that getting fucked actually didn't feel bad. It had been a while since the pain had faded into a vaguely pleasurable sensation, but he had been too focused on Kevin's actions and too acutely embarrassed to notice.

With all pain forgotten, Sandy's dick gradually started to thicken as it swung back and forth with each of Kevin's thrusts. After a few moments of focusing on that, Sandy was suddenly confused to notice that Kevin had paused with his dick halfway in.

"How come you stopped?" he finally managed to ask.

"I'm just looking, taking it all in. I've been fucked a million times, but this is the first time I've ever done it. So I want to look. And I know I'm gonna do it to you a million more times too, but I want to always remember this first one. Also, I just really like what your butt looks like while my dick is inside you. I wanted to see what all the boys see when they fuck me, and it is pretty sweet!"

Kevin eventually began a steady pumping motion again and kept it up for at least five minutes or so before he even began to vary his rhythm. After such a steady pace, it started to throw Sandy's concentration off. He had enjoyed a few minutes of pure, unquestionable pleasure for some of it. His dick had even reached a nearly erect state as it waved around during the fucking.

Toward the end of the long fuck though, the only thing Sandy could think of was how the friction and the prolonged time spent with his hole held completely open and unable to close had worn him out. But none of that kept Kevin from continuing his deep thrusts into the warm rectal glove that held and massaged him each time he entered the cum-coated pleasure cave. Sandy tried to console himself with the thought that the official bottoms selected next week would, without doubt, have it much worse.

Ultimately, the breathing pattern and grunts of pleasure coming from Kevin became more erratic, signaling his impending orgasm. As it approached he took even more control of this boy and this ass that he was so convincingly owning and enjoying and plundering.

Kevin placed a hand in the middle of Sandy's back and pushed heavily to bend him further down over the tree trunk, "Get down some more, yeah, and raise your ass up higher. Hhhnnnff, yeah, like that!"

With each inward stroke, Kevin built up to a hard pounding that used only the last inch of his dick, and Sandy's more vulnerable position allowed him to slam even the very base of it into the anal ring. The effect that this change of position had on Sandy was amazing. The new angle somehow managed to brush across and stimulate his prostate just right with every stroke, and Kevin's balls were slapping against his perineum on each thrust and adding to the sensation.

Sandy gradually became aware of a strange feeling that started in the pit of his stomach and started growing and spreading with every passing second. It was a feeling just like being pulled upward on a rollercoaster. Pinned to the back of your seat, getting higher bit by bit, almost fear inducing suspense that just became stronger and more inescapable the longer it continued.

By this point, Kevin had abandoned all restraint and was literally putting every ounce of his strength into fucking the ass that he now owned. Panting and grunting with exertion, he announced what anyone could have guessed was imminent: another load of young boy's cum was about to join the first, now fucked deep into Sandy's rectum.

"Hhhuhh...mmmggh...ohhhnn...aaahh...cummm...nnnyouu..." Kevin grunted forcefully, having nearly reached the goal of ultimate pleasure he had pursued with single-minded focus. Sandy understood without words, they were far beyond that point. The only thing there was room in Sandy's mind for now was the feeling that he had reached the summit. The suspense couldn't build any more; the sensations couldn't get any more intense. And with a helpless shout he went over the edge, falling down the mountain, rushing down the track of the rollercoaster and hurtling at speeds out of control.

"Aaahhh!! GNNyyaahh, FUCK! NNGGHUHFF!" Inaudible beneath Sandy's cries was the splash of his cum squirting the log, proof of the orgasm that had literally been fucked out of him by Kevin's relentless throbbing dick. A dick that even now was unloading the opening shots of its second orgasm. Despite how lost Sandy's mind had become, he was still aware of how much more slippery and warm the inside of his ass had become. Kevin's hardness now squishing and churning through what was probably the largest load of cum he had ever shot up to this point in his young life.

With three finishing, hammering blows, Kevin finally stopped and held his dick fully embedded in Sandy's clenching and twitching hole. Without even needing to move his spurting tip any more, the anal muscles that gripped it seemed to squeeze and stroke the seemingly endless shots of cum from Kevin's triumphant weapon. And it felt to both boys like their orgasms just wouldn't stop.

Sandy's body continued to jerk and spasm through his orgasm and he tried to push back against the boy pinning him firmly in place. If it was even possible, he needed to get more of that dick and that cum in him. He knew beyond any doubt, he needed Kevin to do this to him again.

The coupled boys stayed that way for quite some time, trying to catch their breath.

"I need...huuhh... I have to..." Kevin panted in exhaustion. "Need to do...way more of this!"

"Yeah..." Sandy gasped, with a feeling like regaining consciousness as he tried to collect his senses. "It was...it was great..."

It was spoken with slightly less conviction and enthusiasm on Sandy's part. He had already begun to lose the euphoric state that had taken control over him. But he knew he still meant it truthfully.

"I don't know if I can even wait until Sunday night," Kevin said wistfully, already addicted to his newfound prize.

"Yeah?" Sandy said, almost apprehensively. He honestly didn't know if his ass would hold up to another ordeal like that. "C-can I stand back up?" he asked hesitantly, unsure even of his right to request a favor so small.

Kevin straightened up and took a step back, but held Sandy's butt in place on his semi-erect cock and pulled it back with him. Sandy rose and followed submissively, unable to resist if he had even been aware enough to try. He felt utterly at Kevin's mercy, beginning to gain awareness of what 'ownership' of his ass actually meant. He shuddered when he realized that Kevin had every right to pound his ass like that at any time. He knew there were limits for the general community bottoms, but according to Jason, not for the bottoms' bottom.

He felt Kevin rest his forehead on his neck, wrapping his arms around Sandy's upper body and holding him tight. Sandy let him stay that way for as long as he wanted. Eventually, Kevin could feel his softening dick start to slip out of the hole and nestle between the cheeks.

"That was great, Sandy," he said with surprising tenderness. "I can't even tell you how much I needed that."

Sandy didn't answer, too much going through his head to settle on one response. There was a slight feeling of shame and subjugation for Sandy - something not helped by the awareness of cum leaking out of his ass and down the back of his balls. But Kevin experienced elation. Today was the culmination of a life-time of erotic fantasies for a boy not unused to regular sex.

"Let me clean you up," offered Kevin and produced a small towel from the backpack he always carried. He dabbed reverently at Sandy's crotch and legs, effectively cleaning the whole area in seconds. Clearly he had done this before.

"You should probably start carrying one of these from now on," said Kevin and he dumped the contents of the bag on the forest floor. Picking up each item in turn, he explained,

"1. Two tubes of KY. It's always good to carry a spare.

2. A small towel for cleaning up.

3. Cotton-wool to cover your asshole inside your underwear. After a fuck like the one I just gave you, you're gonna be leaking for an hour or so. Especially with older guys.

4. A small bottle of water to drink. Sex is hard work, or for those extra difficult clean-up jobs.

5. Finally, some deodorant, so you don't smell like you've just been fucked – even if you have."

Kevin opened the bottle of water and took a long swallow, then offered it to Sandy. He considered wiping the lip of the plastic as he always did when sharing a drink with another boy, but thought better of it. Hardly any point after what they had just done. So he smiled, waved the bottle to Kevin in salute and drank the rest of the contents. He had worked hard and deserved it he thought.

Then Kevin sprayed a generous amount of the deodorant on both their crotches and over Sandy's ass and they got dressed with no further talk and only occasional glimpses of each other. By the time they had collected their bikes and walked back to the main road, Sandy felt the embarrassment receding and he could engage in small talk as they rode to the Tucker house. But even that was minimal.

Sandy wasn't ready to have a full heart-to-heart about what had happened just yet. Did what they had done make them boyfriends? He pondered the question. It depends on what "boyfriends" means. As both he and Kevin were bottoms (Kevin still had another year on his sentence to serve) it certainly didn't mean only sex with each other. He tried to think of the word for that. "Monogamous" Something like that. But did being "boyfriends" mean honesty and loyalty to each other? Something stronger than just being buddies. He guessed it might and knew he could live with that. They needed to talk more, and that time would come. For now, he was no longer a virgin. His life as the bottoms' bottom, at least for the next 13 months, had begun. Besides his bum-hole hurt! It gave him a whole new understanding of the phrase, "a pain in the ass."

Kelley Tucker looked up warily when he saw Kevin Mackey and a strange kid entering his front yard.

"Hi Tucker," said Kevin in his friendliest voice.

"Hi Kevin," the other boy replied. "What brings you here?" But he looked meaningfully at the stranger. He thought he'd seen him before somewhere. But he wasn't certain.

"Hi," said Sandy well aware of the distrustful eyes upon him. "My name's Sandy Jacobs. I guess you know my brother Brad from your class at school? Should I call you Kelley or Tucker? What do you prefer?

"Tucker is fine," he answered warily.

Kevin detected his concern and said,

"Sandy's cool, Tucker. He can be trusted. I vouch for him."

Kelley Tucker looked at the dirty-blond 13-year-old with a more appraising eye.

"I've heard of you."

"Our other brothers are friends as well, I think. Stevie and your Ethan." responded Sandy trying hard to reduce the tension.

"I know Stevie Jacobs. He's a good kid."

Sandy had the distinct impression this conversation was not going well. It was certainly true what people said. Tucker was good looking. Even Sandy could see that. He suspected Kevin had a crush on the kid given the way he talked about him with such reverence. Would they be rivals for Kevin's affection? He laughed to himself at the very idea. He hadn't turned that gay yet. But Kelley Tucker appeared totally paranoid of strangers. So Sandy decided to get down to business.

"The reason Kevin and I came over is to invite you to a sleep-over at our place – the old Jacobs house on Lower Spring Drive – this Sunday night around 6 o'clock. We're inviting all the kids on the List over as sort of a mutual support thing. There'll be a BBQ. My Mom and Dad and Uncle Cain and Aunt Gloria are gonna be in charge of that. There'll be some games and after it gets dark all the guys can set up sleeping bags in our basement. There'll be some other entertainment, but I'm not talking about that now. And then some time for all the 12-year-olds to talk. I guess you're as stressed as everyone?"

"What are you talking about?" asked a confused looking Tucker. "What list?"

Sandy and Kevin exchanged looks and both shrugged as if in unison.

"The Choosing List of course," said Sandy. "Didn't Darrell Mackey tell you yesterday? I was told he did. And Raymond Mackey should have explained the compromise to your Dad and Mr. Brewer today."

Sandy suddenly realized that perhaps none of these things had happened. The kid in front of him had no idea what was going on. He looked at Kevin nervously.

"Shit Kevin. I think I've stepped in the poo again. We need to come back later. Sorry, we'll see you la..."

"DAD, DAD" yelled a now stressed Kelley.

Within seconds a man came rushing from the house with a look of consternation on his face.

Kevin was already on his bike, ready to ride away, but Sandy stood his ground. For some reason he couldn't then explain, he would hate this kid to consider him a coward.

"What's this all about Kelley?" asked the man.

"This kid says I'm on the Mackey Choosing List."

Mr. Tucker appeared disconcerted at the information but manage to keep his cool.

"Hello Kevin. How are you?"

"Fine Sir, Mr. Tucker."

"And who are you? I don't think I've seen you before," he said speaking to Sandy.

"My name is Sandy Jacobs sir. I think you know my parents Sam and Karla Jacobs. We used to live in Bartlett, but we moved back to the old Jacobs house on Lower Spring Drive."

"Yes, I know your parents and I certainly know the house. It was abandon for a few years."

"Yes sir, five years, but we're back now."

"So why are you here Sandy Jacobs?"

"Sir, Kevin and I mean no harm. Do you know about the Mackeys and some of their traditions?"

"Kelley mentioned the Choosing Ceremony. Of course I know of it. I've lived in Indian Spring all my life. I went to 3 or 4 of them back in the 1960's."

"Sir, I'm sorry. There's been some sort of foul-up. Darrell Mackey was supposed to tell Kelley yesterday that he's on the List for this year. And Raymond Mackey should have already explained to you and Mr. Brewer about the compromise they reached.

"What compromise?" shot back Mr. Tucker now heating up badly.

Err, Sir, I'm not involved in the politics of the Junior Council or of the Indian Spring community as a whole. I understand enough to know that you and my Dad are on different sides in a big argument, but I keep out of that. I don't know the details of the compromise. That's all I know, I promise."

"I can tell you," answered Kevin. And all eyes turned in his direction.

"After the recent White Party at the Brewers house that Kelley and I were at. You remember that Kelley?"

Kelley didn't answer but looked daggers at Kevin for bringing up this painful memory and started blushing. Then he turned a warning gaze at Sandy.

Kevin noticed and said, "Oh, don't worry about Sandy Jacobs. He can be trusted. Besides, he's just been made the Mackey bottom's bottom, and so I guess all three of us are pretty much in the same boat."

Sandy stared at Kevin seething with anger and quickly assessing whether he could get away with murdering his friend in broad-daylight in front of witnesses, or not. He wanted to lash-out immediately, but noticed that everyone's eyes were now focused on him. In that moment he prayed the ground might swallow him whole. But he just stood there and turned a bright shade of red.

"The bottom's bottom," said Mr. Tucker sensing the tension in the air and trying to inject some humor. "We haven't had one of those for years. Young man, you must tell me one day what you did to deserve such punishment."

Sandy blushed, Kevin smiled widely and even Kelley Tucker gave a quick grin.

"Anyway, after the White Party Cal Brewer went before the Mackey Junior Council and claimed ownership rights on Kelley's ass after he fucked him loads of times."

"Err, sorry Mr. Tucker. I meant to say..."

"Just continue," said the man getting angry.

"Well, Cal Brewer brought up the Dawson Exclusion rule. I think his father told him about it. It's some ancient thing from, like one-hundred years ago, about kids being in the Choosing even if they're not Mackeys or in a kinset. I don't know all the stuff about it."

All three boys were surprised to hear Mr. Tucker laugh out loud.

"It wasn't one-hundred years ago boys. Twenty-seven actually, 1968 if I'm not mistaken. I negotiated... Well never mind about that. Please continue,"

"So Cal said both Kelley and him should be considered Mackeys because they were part of the family by heritage, and they both lived inside Mackey Lands. And so, because he was the first Mackey to come inside Kelley, he wanted ownership.

"Err, sorry again Mr. Tucker. I didn't mean to be... Well, what Cal said is the Council had to grant him ownership because he was the first."

Sandy's anger was forgotten as he listened to how this stunningly handsome and seemingly very cool kid in front of him had been fucked lots of times at the White Party. But there was a lot of frustration as well. Did everybody in the world know stuff about important things he didn't? His 10-year old brother Chass obviously knew about these White Parties, and hence his request to join the Scouts. And Kevin and his brother knew. Even this Tucker kid who wasn't an official Mackey got to go, but it sounds like he paid a high price. So rather than demonstrate his ignorance, he kept quiet.

It was also now clear there was palpable tension between Tucker junior and senior, but Kevin appeared oblivious to all the signs.

"Well after Cal left there was a huge argument on the Council and nobody would agree to anything. My brother said it was the worst time he had ever seen. But then Raymond Mackey came up with the idea of a compromise. Cal Brewer and Kelley Tucker would be recognized as Mackeys and because they were both 12-year-olds and the Choosing Ceremony is just days away, each would be added to this year's list and the whole community could decide if any bottoms were owned. And every member of the Council had to promise not to vote for/against or actively promote either kid."

Kevin looked around, as if in triumph, for retelling his tale so well and seemed surprised to see three open-mouthed people staring at him.

Not sure what to say, he continued,

"So Sandy and I came here today to ask Kelley to a sleep-over at his place on Sunday for all the guys on the Choosing List. We're inviting everyone as a sort of a mutual support event. My brother is on the list and so is Sandy's. We got concerned about many of the guys getting really stressed and thought a chance to talk with others would be good."

Everyone remained silent as Kevin just looked from face to face hoping for approval. Finding none, he decided to remain quiet.

After about a minute of awkward silence, Mr. Tucker spoke,

"Do you have a copy of this list?"

"We can let you look at it sir, but you can't keep it. The official List is on the bulletin-board at the Junior Council clubhouse." Sandy answered regathering his wits.

"My brother gave us this copy," cut in Kevin, "to help arrange the sleepover. The Council has approved it. The sleepover I mean. The List too, I guess."

Kevin handed over the List and both Kelley and Mr. Tucker spent several minutes examining it in detail.

They ran down the names and the father pointed to several without further comment.

"Kelley, you and I need to talk and do some planning. Sandy, could you leave us your phone number and Kelley will get back to you about Sunday. But for now, assume he'll be there. Thank you both for handling this whole messy situation extremely well.

"Whose idea was the sleepover in the first place?" continued the man as if half lost in thought.

"My brother's sir. But we all agree it's a good idea. A lot of those guys are really stressed and we want to make sure we all get through this," answered Sandy warily.

"And how many kids are coming to your party?"

"Mostly all of them we've spoken to so far. But I was told Kelley could help us with Malcolm McEwen? Of all the kids still on the list, he definitely needs to be there. Kelley, tell him I'll do everything I can to make sure the other kids leave him alone."

"Impressive!" said the man.

"Sir, sorry what?" Asked a confused Sandy.

"Never mind," came the response. "Don't forget the telephone number."

Sandy wrote his phone number down on a piece of paper and handed it to Kelley. Then the two boys got on their bikes and rode away.

When they were some distance from the Tucker house, Kevin pulled over to the side of the road. This was fine with Sandy. He needed a quiet place to rip the kid's head off for mentioning his new status as the Mackey bottom's bottom. But Kevin spoke first,

"Sandy, let me give you some advice from someone who's been through it. If you act ashamed of being a Mackey bottom everyone is gonna make your life a misery. Within 24 hours do you think there's gonna be a relative in Indian Spring that doesn't know about you? They all will. Boys, girls and even all the adults, but most of those will be too polite to ever mention it. You can't hide it in a little place like this." he said waving his arms about expansively to encompass the village and all its associated communities.

"How long did it take you to find out I was selected as a bottom last year? A day, a few days?"

"Not that long!" answered Sandy meekly, realizing for the first time the full import of what he had agreed to.

"And you didn't even live in the Spring back then. So it's best to embrace it openly. They can only tell other Mackeys, and they're all gonna find out anyway. Our cousins can only tell those in the family. If they speak to outsiders, they're in huge trouble with the Council. Even more than you were. That's one of the strictest rules we have. How many non-Mackey kids at school know I've been fucked by virtually everyone of my cousins?"

"None, I assume. I never heard anyone ever mention it."

"One Cool Spring kid called me a fag one time. After school that same day he was beaten up by 3 of our cousins while another 10 looked on."

"I heard about that," said Sandy in amazement. "A whole bunch of kids got suspended for 2 days."

"Yeah, well, I've never had a problem ever since. Most kids know enough to stay well clear of the Mackeys."

"So my advice is that you embrace being a bottom. Admit it proudly and even the little kids will get bored teasing you in a few days. And remember us bottoms are not without our own power. We have a permanent representative on the Council, and can bring complaints about any kid direct to them. I've already had 4 guys banned this year and they got other punishments as well that I'm not allowed to talk about – even with you. Remember since 1991 the Bottoms have become powerful players in the politics of the Mackey kids."

"Why, what happened in 1991?" asked Sandy.

"That was the year when the bottoms went on strike. It seemed the guys at that time felt totally exploited by everyone. I think most of us still feel that a lot. Anyway, in order to bring peace back into the community, the bottoms were given a whole bunch of additional powers. Firstly, each current bottom is given 10 points to use as they wish at the Choosing - for or against any eligible 12-year-old. Even former bottoms still get 5 points. That in itself is enough to scare any Mackey boy under 13 totally shitless," said Kevin giggling to himself. But then he continued,

"And the bottoms also have a permanent member on the Youth Council, as I said. That person has two votes on all issues. That's Sheldon Redd at the moment and now it's his job to look after you too. In addition, each current and former bottom has three voting points in Junior Council elections and so even the regular Council members have to worry if we ever get too pissed-off. If enough of us join together we can have a real impact on election results. There's a lot of other stuff too like jumping the line for purchases and using the games at the club-house."

"So you see we do have a lot of power. Even older kids have brothers they want protected or sometimes punished. In the last 6 weeks I've been approached by more than 10 kids asking for my points. Most of them guess I'm gonna protect Sean, but not every bottom does. And don't forget, even after your term has finished, former bottoms still get 5 points on Choosing Day. That's enough to make most kids show you decent respect."

Sandy had a lot to think about, but needed to do it fast. Things were happening so quickly.

"Kevin," Sandy said as they rode off home. "Give that same speech again at the sleepover, will you?"

"Okay! And one more thing," said Kevin, hardly able to repress a snicker, as they rode along.

"What?" asked Sandy distractedly. He hated his thought processes being interrupted.

"You know Sheldon Redd has got the hots for you. Well, you and Seth Mackey actually."

Sandy slammed on the brakes on his bike.

"No fucking way," said Sandy, not really sure how to respond. His mouth gaped open wide.

"Yes, fucking way," answered Kevin. "Jason told me last night. He's trying to come to terms with me being gay. He says he always knew it, but hoped it was a passing phase. Now he knows it's not. Jason's cool Sandy and has no problem with guys being gay. That's when he told me about Sheldon Redd lusting after you and Seth. We both giggled together when he said,"

"It seems those years Sheldon spent as a community bottom are not completely behind him."

Kevin looked at the stunned expression on Sandy's face, and added provocatively,

"He's a good looking guy Sandy. You could do worse."

"Oh, God!" was all Sandy could respond. What the hell did this kid think he was – a closet gay?

***

The two boys met up with their younger brothers at the Jacobs house. Apparently, rumors were already circulating about Sandy being made the bottom's bottom and news of the 19 names on this year's Choosing List was causing consternation around the entire community. Sandy gave Brad and Sean a detailed account of the meeting at the Mackey Junior Clubhouse that morning as they all ate sandwiches together on the back porch of the house, the only place they could get some privacy from Sandy's mother and two youngest brothers. Then Kevin recounted their meeting with Kelley and Mr. Tucker. Loads of questions were asked and answered, but neither boy mentioned what they had done in the woods. That would remain private. Eventually, the discussion got around to Bradley's situation.

"So Brad, I guess you know that, after Sunday, as an official Mackey bottom, I will have 10 points to use how I like on Choosing Day. That was part of the deal I reached with the Council."

It was clear to everyone there that Bradley was holding his breath in anticipation of what his brother might say next.

"A few weeks ago, I promised to protect you as best I can. I meant that. So, I hope you are in no doubt that I will use all those points to protect you. I told the Council that. I'm guessing, like Sean, you're gonna be pretty safe from being bottomed. But you'd better pucker-up those lips of yours as Sheldon Redd now has three major victims in his sights for checkmarks and the cock-suckers award of 1995."

"That's right," put in Kevin. "Tanner Mackey is promising to protect his brother Cooper, I am gonna be looking after Sean, and now Sandy is set on saving your ass. So pucker-up boys. I'm pretty sure Sheldon will make sure you get lots to drink. My advice is skip breakfast that day so you don't puke."

It was clear to all present that Bradley was elated at the news and a mile-wide grin on his face did not waver even with the threat of checkmarks.

He turned to his brother, made eye contact, and mouthed the words, "Thanks bro."

"My job," Sandy returned.

After some good-natured banter back and forth about cock-sucking, the boys agreed on a plan of action for the rest of the day. Several kids on the list had not been spoken to at all so far and a few others had not yet confirmed their intention of coming to the sleepover. Brad and Sean went off to see Jeff Garvin and Stephen Carrigan. Kevin's first appointment was at 3:00PM today so they agreed to meet up with Cal Brewer and Sandy would later visit with Mitchell Garvin when his friend went off to work, as they now called it. Sandy secretly hoped that Mitchell's 13-year-old sister, Rosemary, might be home. Talk about a stunner!

Twelve-year-old Chris Corbin was getting scared. The Choosing Ceremony was just days away now and he had few friends and no protection promised from anyone. His fourteen-year-old brother, Michael, had undertaken to escort him to Old Knot on the day, and made some vague references to "brother support," but Chris was well aware that might not end well. According to the rules, brothers could give a sibling one negative or two positive points, and he was not sure which way his brother might jump. They had never really got along, and Michael still bore a grudge after Chris had caught him and Samantha Duncan in bed and told his parents. The older boy had another two weeks of his grounding to serve - no TV and no pocket money and it was made clear daily that he was still very pissed. And to make matters worse, Chris had heard that many Mackeys wanted to ensure that the tenth Kinset would be `well represented' in the final tally this year. According to the rumor, the Tenth hadn't provided a bottom boy for ages, and as he and Brad Jacobs were the only ones from that kinset on the list this year, he was justifiably concerned.

Chris looked at himself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door in his bedroom. He liked what he saw and worried that others might feel the same. He was a little small for his age at 55 inches tall and weighing 77 lb, and his impish look in his twinkling eyes made him appear younger than he was. But he was taller than Bert Mackey who no doubt would be the smallest on the day. He guessed Bert always got that distinction. But Chris realized his buff body from years of gymnastics, olive complexion, and curly brown hair at least put him as a real rival to Brad Jacobs in the looks department. Brad had upper body and leg strength from swimming, and a rounded bottom, but the kid was more popular and Chris guessed that, in some perverse quirk of irony, less popularity in this case might mean more votes, if it came to a two-way competition. And according to another rumor, Brad's older brother, Sandy, was doing all he could to help.

The need for allies, friends and some expert advice was obvious. The only question was who. Then he remembered thirteen-year-old Bennett Mackey. He lived in Bartlett, he was also in the tenth kinset and had been at the Choosing last year. He hoped that maybe Bennett might help.

"Is Bennett home?" he asked when Sue Ann, Bennett's eleven-year-old sister answered the door.

"Getting scared about being screwed?" she asked. She saw the look of surprise and the redness forming on Chris's face and laughed. "You think girls, especially sisters of someone who's been on the list, don't know about it?"

She turned and yelled into the house. "Bennett, you've got company."

Chris heard a muffled reply, but Sue Ann must have heard it for she stepped aside. "He's in his room. Second door on the left." She pointed to the hall.

The door was closed and Chris was just about to knock when Bennett opened it.

"Hi Tanner," he said, until he saw it wasn't his cousin. "Oh, sorry, I was expecting - never mind, come on in Chris."

Chris entered the room. It was fairly neat and orderly for a teenaged boy's room, but there was a faint odor that Chris recognized. It was the same smell in his room after he'd jacked off.

"What brings you around?"

"I'm, uh, worried. About the ceremony. I don't have an official sponsor and I'm pretty sure my brother Michael is gonna vote two-points for me to be a bottom. I was wondering if, maybe, you could take on the job of protecting me?"

"Maybe," Bennett said. "But I've sort of promised Tanner I'd be sponsor for his brother Cooper." What Bennett didn't say was that if Tanner didn't protect his brother, for any reason, and there was the least chance that he could get something for it, he was going to vote for Cooper, not to save him.

"I, uh, is there anything I can do? You know, to help me not get selected."

"I hear you man. I felt the same way in 94." Bennett's lies slipped out so effortlessly they sounded true. He knew he was safe last year. Kevin and Tanner had been the two favorites long before the actual day. And he'd heard that a lot of people were planning to vote for Chris this time. Wheels started turning in his head. It was a little unfair to be taking advantage of the kid in this way, but the Mackeys had considered all was fair in love and bottoming another boy.

"I guess the only thing you can do is try to buy some protection."

"Buy it? What's that mean?"

"Well, the rules are kind of vague, but you can offer services to boys to get them to not vote for you; or get someone who can give you negative votes to do so. For example, the officially recognized sponsor can add three points on or take two off any boy. Now, if you and me came to some arrangement about `services' – like make me an offer I can't refuse, then maybe I could be convinced to dump Cooper and help you."

"I uh, offer services? Like what?" Chris was fairly sure he knew what Bennett was suggesting, but he had to know.

"You could blow them, or let them fuck you," Bennett said. "Actually, fucking isn't such a bad idea anyway. Choose younger boys or boys with small dicks and let them break you in so the first time you get fucked isn't at the ceremony."

"But what about you being my sponsor?" asked Chris.

"Are you asking me to fuck you? I mean, I will, but only if you want me to. I know how it feels." That was another lie, Bennett had never been fucked in his life.

"But I need a sponsor who can take points off my back. You agree to that, and maybe I'll let you." Chris said.

"Well, if you're making that offer. Say, two fucks a day between now and next Saturday, then yes, I will be your sponsor."

"Twice a day?" replied Chris in horror.

"That's up to you. Of course it's okay with me, I'm the one who gets to enjoy it. But if you want to practice before becoming a bottom, I'm willing to help. Remember sponsors can only take two points off. And I've already heard around the Spring that you are one of the favorites this year. Honestly, I don't like your chances."

"Uh, twice?... each day?" was all Chris could say.

Bennett could see he was considering not asking. It was now or never. "Once stretches your ass a little, but it closes right back up. But a second time stretches it more. It's a muscle, and it grows when it gets used. Right now, the only exercise it gets is when you take a dump. You need to work it. Repetition, that's the key. But only if you're sure." He saw that Chris still hadn't made up his mind.

"You want to see my dick? Get an idea of how big it is? I don't mind, and it will help you make up your mind. I'm not that big." This was another lie, but a small one. Bennett was slightly larger than average for his age, but not enormous.

"Yeah, I guess," Chris said.

Bennett quickly stripped. "I know it looks big to you, but remember, I'm a year older. And fourteen-year-olds will be fucking you if you get selected. Even dudes older than that after a while."

Chris looked at the five inches of meat extending outward from Bennett's middle and wondered how it would feel inside his ass.

"Will it hurt?"

"No, not bad," Bennett said. He had watched as the two boys selected last year got fucked right next to him. One yelped out in pain and cried real tears. The other only moaned. But he had to sell this to Chris. "But it will hurt just as much now as it will when you get fucked up at Old Knot with every Mackey watching."

"Okay, I guess," Chris said. He removed his shorts and boxers. "How do we do this?"

"First, I'm going to loosen you up a little with my fingers and spread some lubricant around your anus at the same time." Bennett couldn't take his eyes off of Chris's three inches of soft dick. He knew Chris would get a boner once they started and wondered just how much it would grow.

"Uh," Chris said as Bennett made the first penetration with one finger into the other boy's behind. The older boy turned his wrist around and back a few times.

"How we doing? Okay so far?"

"Yeah, just get on with it, okay?"

"Give me a second. That's only one finger. Now I'm going to do it again with two fingers." Bennett didn't wait for a response but quickly inserted his middle and index finger into Chris's butt. He went slowly until the nails of each finger were past his anus. Chris was moaning and taking short, shallow breaths.

"Almost done," he said. "Just let me reach in a little deeper."

Then he felt Chris try to straighten under him and knew he'd hit the spot he'd been feeling for. He rubbed against it a few times and then pulled his fingers out. He bent around Chris's side and looked and saw that the kid's dick had added another half an inch to its length now that it was fully erect.

"Still want me to continue?" he asked. "My dick isn't any bigger around than those two fingers, but it is a little longer."

"Yeah, do it," Chris said.

Bennett didn't hesitate. He bent over and slowly inserted his dick into the freshly greased hole.

"Oh, ahh, shit," Chris said, struggling until the head of Bennett's penis got past his anal ring. After that it was just a strange feeling. Like he was full of shit and needed to take a dump. It made him queasy to know it was a boy's dick in him and not a turd.

Loving the feeling, Bennett drove all the way in, his balls bouncing against Chris's butt. Then he began a slow retreat, followed by another advance. He repeated it several times until he knew he was going to cum and drove in hard, shooting his sperm as deep into Chris's insides as he could.

"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" he said as he withdrew. "I recommend a second session later today." He looked at the clock next to his bed and said, "How about three o'clock. That okay for you?"

"Sure," Chris said as he slowly straightened. "I guess. I mean, if you think I should."

"Again, it's up to you. I do recommend you get it done at least once more today, but it doesn't have to be me if you don't want to."

Chris thought about who he could possibly ask to do this and came up empty.

"So we have a deal about you being my sponsor?"

"Definitely," said Bennett smiling happily. He already knew which way the sponsor votes would go. He might even make some money, or maybe get some sexual favors by betting on the outcome. Gambling on the Choosing Ceremony was theoretically against the rules, but provided you were discrete...

"So, I'll see you at three," said Chris, now dressed and standing with his legs slightly out to the sides. Bennett followed him to the front door and yelled at his sister as she giggled when she saw the younger boy.

Neither of them knew she had been spying on their activities from the adjoining room. She would be inviting her best friend, Helen Mackey, over at 2:30 PM today for some "girl's talk."

As the two boys arrived at the Brewer house they were surprised to see Raymond Mackey coming out.

"Hi guys," he said in a friendly tone. "You here to see Cal about your famous sleep-over?'

"Yep, he's one of the last on our list," said Sandy.

"Actually, it's his List," cut in Kevin, as he pointed at Raymond. Everyone laughed.

"I guess it is," the older boy responded. "But you might want to wait a while before going in there."

"I'm not sure who is more pissed-off at present. Mr. Brewer with his son, or Cal with the Council. But both of them are likely to murder the first person they see. So my advice is to come back tomorrow."

Sandy and Kevin looked at one another and accepted the advice.

"I'll get Brad to ring the Brewer kid on the phone later today. The last bloody thing I need right now is more drama," exclaimed Sandy.

As the family sat down to dinner that evening, Sandy told his parents he had news to tell them and he wanted everyone to hear it from him directly.

Clearly his mother must have already heard some of the rumors.

"Stevie, Chass go back downstairs to the boys' room and play for a while. I'll come and get you when we're ready."

"No Mom, I think they should stay."

"Alexander Corbin Jacobs, I will not have innocent ears sullied by conversation about such things."

"Mom! That ship sailed long ago."

Karla glared at her oldest son.

"What are you suggesting?"

"Mom, Dad, none of us are all that innocent anymore. We live in Indian Spring after all."

It was clear that Mom was about to blow a gasket as she looked around the table at all her men.

"Even Chass?" was all she could say.

"Especially Chass," Sandy shot back, working hard to hold back a smile on his face.

Everyone at the table turned toward the youngest boy present. At least his kid-brother had the common decency to appear appropriately shame-faced. He stared down at his empty dinner plate.

"Mom and Dad – Stevie and Chass need to be part of this conversation too. I don't like it any more than you do. But what is happening in this community affects them now, or will very soon, and they have the right to understand how things work around here. That way they have a chance to make better decisions than me when dealing with our cousins. Not understanding the rules was what got me into big trouble. I know it's all my fault, but if I had more information I would have acted differently."

"What's the big trouble you're in son?" asked his father deciding to ignore the concerns of his wife for the time being.

"Today I had to go before the Mackey Junior Council. They grilled me about a lot of stuff, but it seems I have been breaking the rules about using the Mackey bottoms. See – err, I've been doing it with Kevin Mackey on a fairly regular basis for about a month now – and a few of the others as well."

"Doing what?" asked Chass excitedly.

"Shut up Chase!" yelled Bradley "You know exactly what he's talking about. You told us what you knew last night. Show proper respect to your big brother and remain quiet."

Sam and Karla Jacobs could hardly believe their ears. They exchanged astonished looks. Did their second son really just tell the youngest to respect Sandy? Their entire lives Sandy and Brad had been at undeclared war with one another. What had changed so suddenly?

"Yes, be quiet," cautioned Mr. Jacobs.

Sandy looked up from staring at his lap and met the eyes of his youngest brother. He didn't dare look at his parents.

"As you already know, I've been having sex with the Mackey community bottoms," said Sandy answering the younger boy's question. But before anyone could comment he continued,

"And that's what got me into trouble. Or more accurately that, and not understanding all the Mackey rules. I thought once I turned 13 and being a Mackey, I could use the bottoms like all our other cousins. What I didn't know is that because I skipped out on last year's Choosing, I needed a "special exemption" from the Junior Council to take up any rights. Nobody ever told me that rule."

"So when I had to go before the Council this morning, they gave me a choice. Get my name added to the Choosing List this year with Brad and all the other 12-year-olds; or agree to become the bottom's bottom for 12 months. I chose the second option because only the official Mackey bottoms will be able to demand a... err ... service with me. I didn't even know that 13-year-olds could be put into a Choosing. But Kevin told me, if I took that option, I would almost certainly get picked as a full community bottom."

"Jesus, don't ask Holden Mackey about that little rule," said Sam Jacobs almost to himself.

"What did you say dear," asked a worried Karla, not at all sure how to deal with the news her eldest son was giving and the rest of the dramatic news assaulting her ears from all sides.

"I remember back in the Choosing Ceremony in 1968 or was it 1969? Anyway, Holden Mackey came along without an invite. He was 13 at the time, and like Sandy, he had skipped the event when he was 12. Well, all the guys were very angry with him for thinking he could just turn up. So they made him strip and bend over with the rest of the 12-year-olds. Err, sorry dear. Anyway, he ended up as one of the bottoms for a full three years and then got all sorts of other penalties as well."

"What other penalties?" asked Chass eagerly.

"Never you mind. We will talk about this later. Just us guys. I should have had that talk with you before now. But when we moved to Bartlett... Well anyway, all you boys know that you can never repeat what I just told you, especially not to non-Mackeys. But even within the community, there's a rule that what happened in the past, stays in the past. It is considered the height of bad manners to ever mention anyone's former bottom status, once their term has expired."

Sam eyed his oldest son carefully.

"I should have told you about the Mackeys when we moved back here. I just never thought. I'm sorry son."

"I know Dad," said Sandy feeling his father's distress. "That's why I want Stevie and Chass to hear all this. The best protection you have in the Mackey lands is to know the rules and regulations and understand the consequences of your actions."

"So what does it mean that you're the bottom's bottom?" asked Stevie.

"It means what I said," answered Sandy, not sure what else to say.

"Stephen and Chase, have you heard about the Mackey bottoms before?" asked Sam Jacobs taking over.

"I know about them," said Stevie. "Kevin and Tanner Mackey were the two from last year."

"Yeah" said Chass. "The other guys get to fuck them in the butt whenever they want."

"Chase Colton Jacobs, I'm going to wash your mouth with soap. Come with me!" said his mother in disgust.

"Calm down Karla," said Sam. "And Chase you need to watch your language. One more outburst like that and you'll be having a rather painful session with my belt. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," said the now meek sounding Chase.

"And Karla, Sandy is correct. All the boys do have the right to understand what is going on around them. We can't protect them from it. We knew that when we moved back to the Spring. Besides Chass is correct. The other boys do get to have anal intercourse with the bottoms. Using Chass's words, `get to fuck them.' But not whenever they like Chass. There are rules about how many times they are fucked per day. They have lots of other protections as well. Like the age of the boys that can use them has to be within two years of that of the bottom. And that's only after they have worked as bottoms for more than 3 months. Before that they are restricted to boys less than a year older, but the two-year rule for younger boys applies from day one."

All four of the boys were gawking opened mouthed at their father. They had never heard him talk like this before. The man understood their shock and smiled inwardly.

"To answer Stevie's question, the bottom's bottom is different from the usual community ones. He can only be fucked by the other bottoms. Is that correct Sandy?'

"Yes sir," responded a despondent sounding boy. He had not wanted to get into this much detail.

But the man continued, "And normally the mouth is also available as part of the package. Is that the case with you Sandy?"

"Yes... sir." replied Sandy appearing even more miserable.

"You mean he has to give blow-jobs? Asked Chass. Then the boy recalled the previous warning from his father and added, "Sorry Dad. I was just shocked!"

Karla looked horrified and Sam studied his youngest son in surprise. Brad noticed and said,

"Dad, Chass knows about blow-jobs. I mean oral sex."

"Oh dear. It's clear I need to have long talks with each of you - urgently. Chase Colton Jacobs, after dinner you and I are in the office. Don't worry, you're not in trouble as long as you don't lie to me."

"So Sandy, the Junior Council has imposed the 12 month penalty on you?"

"Well Sir, I asked them to make it 13 months. As a Mackey bottom I get 10 points at the Choosing Ceremony to use as I want. I have already told Brad he's getting my protection this year, and I can help out Stevie in 1996.

"I don't understand," said Chass.

"Do you know how they pick the bottom boys on Choosing Day? asked Sandy of his younger brother.

"Guys write their names on the kid's back and the kids with the most names get to be the bottoms."

Karla was about to intervene and stop this conversation, but Sam sensed her distress and put his hand on his wife's shoulder.

"That's right," answered Sandy. "So you do the Math little brother. I know you've been learning about division at school. Work this sum out as if your ass depends on it – it actually does."

"Err, sorry Mom!"

Brad and Stevie gave muffled giggles at the word "ass." Karla looked daggers at all present, and Sam had trouble appearing stern when all he really wanted to do was grin. He had had similar conversations with his own brothers, but not with his parents present. Well times change, he thought.

Sam Jacobs looked at his sons and then towards his wife. "Karla, I don't want our boys to ever be ashamed of talking openly with us. I know most parents find it difficult to speak about sex with their children, but this is Indian Spring and there is a different standard here. We must embrace that. We have four boys, one of them has just been made an official Mackey bottom – at least of sorts. And in spite of Sandy's best made plans, I wouldn't be at all surprised if another doesn't end up running foul of the Mackey rules at some point. That was the main reason we moved to Bartlett if you remember. But circumstances have conspired against us and now we are back. We can't go around with our heads in the sand. So we deal with it as best we can."

Then he turned to his four sons. "Boys, I'm not sure how comfortable each of you feel in talking to us about all the sex that happens in Indian Spring, but I hope you'll adapt quickly. Remember, I grew up in this town and have experienced many of the things you might eventually go through. If anything, back in the 1960s, when I was a boy your age, things were probably wilder than today. Maybe! I attended Choosing Ceremonies from the time I turned 11 until age 17. The one I was more directly involved in, as a 12-year-old, was in 1969. I still remember that as the most traumatic day of my life. So Brad, I do have a pretty good idea what you are going through. I don't want to share too much detail about those days, but suffice-to-say, I only missed out on being selected as a bottom myself by two points. And one of those was disputed up to the very final count. Oh, and Chass, for your titillation, I got 3 checkmarks as well. I guess you know about them?"

Chass giggled loudly assuming `titillation' must be an obscene word.

"Yes, I think we all know," replied Sandy, looking daggers at his youngest brother.

"I don't!" said Stevie angrily. He was irritated that his brothers knew things he didn't. It miffed him most that even little Chass understood more.

"It means he had to blow three guys with big dicks," said Chass now making no effort at all to moderate his language. In his mind, his father had authorized such frank conversation by his own use of the everyday kid terms for things.

"Okay, Chass, I think we all get the idea. Let's get back to your important Math homework," said Sandy trying to divert the thought processes of his youngest brother.

"There are nineteen 12-year-olds on this year's Choosing List. Make the Math easier by rounding up, say 20 in total. Then let's assume there are about 120 eligible voters. How many votes will each kid get? Divide 120 by 20.

"That's easy" said Chass. "Six! Each kid would get 6 votes."

"Correct!" replied Sandy. "Of course in the real Choosing not every 12-year-old will get 6 signatures on his back. Some will get none and others a lot. The point I'm trying to make is that 10 negative, or positive points from one of the official bottoms will make a huge difference to the outcome."

"I get it," said Chass. But what about me when I'm in the Choosing. Can you give me minus 10 points?'

"Sorry Chass, not 10, but I'll still have 5 points and that ought to be enough to save your ass."

All the boys giggled again. Sandy noticed his father smiling, but Mom did not look a happy camper. Still, she had not said anything for some time.

"Nineteen boys on the List?" asked Mr. Jacobs in surprise. Are you sure?"

"Yes Dad, I'm sure." He handed the list over to his father. Karla joined her husband reading the names quickly.

"Kevin got this copy from his brother Jason so we could work on the sleep-over. You know, inviting all the kids. It's the same as the one they posted at the clubhouse. The Council has approved the sleep-over and think it's a good idea."

"Well, I was thinking 8 or 9 boys might be coming. That's normally the most they ever have at a Choosing."

"Karla dear, we are going to need more food and drinks for this lot. More helpers too. And what about mattresses for the floor in the basement. Maybe Cain can arrange to borrow some of the Judo mats from the middle school again. (Uncle Cain was a PE teacher at the Joplin Middle School in Sweetwater that Sandy and Brad attended). Maybe you could ask some of the other mothers to help out and I'll speak to a few of the dads. God, there's some controversial names on this list. I hope the Junior Council knows what they're doing."

"Stevie and Chass can come, but none of their friends this time. And there's 3 extras I have to invite," said Sandy. "Kevin and Tanner Mackey and Tim Hardin."

"I see" said Dad without further comment. He could guess the reason they were coming.

"Well, let's eat before the food gets any colder," said Mom seizing back control of her family. She insisted, that for today at least, there was no further conversation about any Mackey related issue.

After the meal Sam Jacobs insisted that he and Sandy be in charge of the dishes that night. He guided his eldest son into the kitchen and said,

"You want to wash or dry?"

"Dry, thanks, if that's okay?"

"Fine," and they quickly got on with the boring routine.

Deep in soap suds and clearly stumbling to find the right words the man said,

"How are you? I mean... are you coping with all this?"

"Dad, I think I'm okay for the time being. I promise to speak to you if things get really bad. But I reckon I'm lucky. It would have been worse having to go through a Choosing and then be made a full community bottom for three years, like Uncle Holden."

"Yes, it's strange that the Council let you off so lightly. Very strange. I would have thought 2 years as a full access bottom would have been more like the normal punishment the Junior Council would dish out. Three years even, if I was a betting-man. Strange indeed! Bye the way, I notice David, you know Duane Mackey's son, is not on the list. The betting around the Mackey bar was that David was pretty much a sure thing. But then he and his mother and sister just take off to California and nobody says anything. Just forgotten! You don't know anything about that do you?"

"Dad, I swore an oath. I can't say anything."

"Okay then, you keep that oath. No more said on that topic ever. Your mother and I are greatly relieved you will be in a position to help out Bradley, Stephen and even Chass. That's enough for now."

"One last embarrassing question though," continued the man. "Would I be correct in assuming Kevin, Tanner and Tim are required to attend the sleep-over to... for breaking you in?"

"Yes sir," answered Sandy sheepishly.

"A typical fucking Mackey arrangement to make it a public thing in front of all your brother's friends. You know sometimes I think we should just say `fuck-off' to all Mackeys and go and live on the other side of the country. Unfortunately, we can't. With six mouths to feed, I don't have the money."

"That's why we came back to Indian Spring isn't it?" asked Sandy. "Our family stands to make a lot of money if we get the development of Lower Spring Drive approved and Uncle Elijah Mackey's plans for the Water Park on the Crazy Indian go ahead?"

"God, Sandy, how do you know about all that?"

"Kids hear things Dad. I think most people around here know of the plan."

"Jesus, Elijah is gonna have a fit. Don't go spreading that news around, please. I'm very serious about that."

"Yes Sir, I understand. But that's the reason you're in the big fight with Mr. Tucker isn't it?"

"It's not a fight Sandy. More of a disagreement about the best way to use the land. I respect Mr. Tucker a great deal. He's a very smart man and a decent lawyer. We were even good friends as boys at your age. But he just wants everything to stay the same, whereas Uncle Elijah's plan will bring in jobs and industry to this sleepy little village."

"But most of the people who live here now will move away?"

"Yes, no doubt. And we'll be among the first to go, especially after what they're doing to you on Sunday, to Bradley next Saturday, and then Stevie and Chass in later years, if we stay."

"I wish I could put Mom and all you boys in the car tonight and drive off into the sunset so none of you have to go through what the Mackey's have planned. But we just don't have the money son. And I need you boys to follow the traditions at the moment. That's very important. I know it's crazy, but that's what it is and wishing won't change it. Sorry!

"That's okay Dad. No problem. At least my best friend, Toby Sanders, is still out of town."

Sam gave a nervous smile.

"I should probably also talk with you about what to expect on Sunday when they... you know. It's a very different thing taking it, then when you do it to one of the bottoms."

"Dad, you can say the word fuck. I won't break. Even Chass uses the word all the time. Besides, I already know what it's like to be fucked. I got Kevin to do it to me today for practice. He's a good friend Dad. Getting to know him was the best thing that's happened out of this whole mess. Besides, Kevin liked it – I reckon he liked it a lot!" Said Sandy smiling. "And it goes some way in repaying all the times I did him."

His father didn't react to the humor. "So, are you alright?"

"Still a bit tender back there, but I'll be fine. All three of the bottoms have to do it on Sunday at the sleep-over in front of at least 10 other Mackeys. One after the other I guess."

"That's what they do with the unfortunate bottoms on Choosing Day. It's very cruel. I wish...

"Dad, I'm okay. Honestly. And with my bottom points, all my brothers should be safe at any future ceremonies."

"I am very proud of you son." and the man pulled the boy into a warm embrace, holding him there for several minutes. Sandy shed a few tears, but he felt happy. He couldn't remember the last time they had done this.

Alone in bed that night Sandy turned over all the events of his busy day. So much was happening so fast. He had been made a limited bottom by the Mackey Junior Council, he had been fucked for the first time, he had told his entire family, word of his new status was no doubt flying around the community at break-neck speed and the following evening he was going to be screwed silly by a succession of three different kids. But none of that could be changed now, so Sandy turned his mind to how he might exploit this new community status. That seemed a rather daunting task. But then he recalled what Kevin had told him of the power bottoms could wield in the Mackey community. Sandy wondered whether anyone had actually amassed and used that power before. If he could do it, maybe the Mackeys could be changed forever. "Wide scope for improvement" was what Chase's teacher had said on his younger brother's recent report card. Well, the same comment might equally apply to the family that ran the community of Indian Spring.

"Why the fuck not?" Sandy thought to himself. There were 5 existing bottoms and another 4 next week. Nine, and as each bottom and former bottom had three votes in Council elections, a person capable of directing the ballot in that way would be a power to be reckoned with. Sandy knew that Sheldon Redd would need to resign his position on the Council once he turned 18. And as far as he was aware, none of the other bottoms had political aspirations. Maybe Tim Hardin would want to follow in his brother's footsteps onto the Council, but Tim was a prick, and Sandy guessed if he became too vindictive at the sleep-over, other kids would remember and be turned off him. Those 19 witnesses would all be eligible voters after next Saturday. Another big voting block he might influence. So Sandy decided that his new position would require him to go out of his way to help the new bottoms from this year's choosing come to terms with their fate. And perhaps he could cozy up to Sheldon Redd. Sandy knew the kid had the hots for him. If "Paris was worth a mass," maybe changing the Mackeys forever, was worth a few fucks from Sheldon. He could certainly help ease his successor onto the Council. Would kids vote for a 13-year-old? Well he would be 14 when the next elections occurred in April 1996. He had certainly heard of 14-year-olds on the Council before. He would keep his political aspirations secret for now. But if he played his cards right, his time might come.