Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2023 14:12:29 +0700 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Shipperton Rules Part One (Young Friends) So it's been a very busy time for me but I've finally got a new story finished Kids of Indian Spring is one of my favourite stories on Nifty and since then I've enjoyed seeing other peoples attempts to continue the story (Sandy Jacobs) or try and write their own similar one including recent stories like The Lost Tribe of the West and Alans Beach. I've also tried before with my Village ones but last year I decided to start afresh and try and see if I could do a better job than I did before. So motivated to finish them by the two recent stories I mentioned above I've ploughed on and it's hopefully good to go. Hope you enjoy! "It sounds like I don't have much choice Dad," Nick said bitterly. He'd thrown a teenage strop, cried and had a meltdown and now was in the final stage, the cold angry one where the reality of what he'd just been told was becoming crystal clear. Michael Hurley shook his head, "There is always a choice Nick, that's why I'm telling you all of this. I'm your Dad and so of course I will support your decision whatever you decide. I can't choose for you, ultimately it's your choice and despite your protestations I assure you do have a choice about this. It's totally up to you." "Is it? Is there a choice? If I say no then we have to leave here in a few weeks time, find somewhere new to live, leave my friends behind. Start a new life....again. Will it be like before, living in bedsits, struggling to eat?" Nick looked at his Dad nervously, he didn't like to have to bring up how things were before they moved to Shipperton. He didn't want to set his Dad off again but at the same time it wasn't something he felt should be ignored. "No, that was the past. Over three years ago Nick. Things have changed, I have changed, It might be a struggle at first but I've been saving some money anyway, we'll make it work. Don't decide to do this because of what happened in the past. If you get selected....well you have to be prepared for what's coming and so you have to be onboard with the potential of it. So give it some thought and make your choice by the end of the week." "What's the point Dad? It's not really a choice is it? A choice would be " Do you want to do this or do you not want to. But no consequences either way." As it is this is more of an ultimatum wrapped up in the illusion of it being a choice. Not to mention being incredibly sexist." "In what way?" "This idea that teenage boys should be treated differently to teenage girls. That boys will be boys and justy can't control themselves or their sexual urges so they get to fuck other boys to stop them doing it with girls. Girls though, well they don't have any sexual urges do they? No, they just get nothing. So it lets boys off the hook and dunks down on girls. Did anyone ever think to ask why it's so focused on boys? No wonder the whole place is run by men." Michael stood up and hugged his son, "I'm really proud of you Nick, you're growing up to be a fine young man. Yes you're right, it is sexist. It's a relic from the past. But it's the rules of Shipperton. To stay you have to sign up for all of it, however sexist you might think it is." Nick sighed, "I know...it's a lot to process....so if I said yes then one week today all forty five of the boys in our school year gather in the sports hall. Five boys are chosen at random by lottery and then each of those boys have to let eight different randomly selected boys fuck them for the next three years. That's what's being proposed? I dunno about you Dad but when I speak it aloud like that the whole things sounds insane, wrong and frankly rapey as fuck." "That's why you have to consent to take part. The council doesn't allow boys to rape one another! The boys in your cohort are supposed to treat you well. No one gets mistreated, everyone who takes part knows the risks, and the rewards." "The risk is my arse is public property for three years and the rewards are what? A thank you and an annual doctor's appointment to rebuild a prolapsed anus?" Nick didn't know what one of those was but it sounded pretty gross so he thought he'd throw it in there. "Don't be ridiculous. I know it's a massive shock but the rewards are substantial. As well as the honour you get for being a representative...don't scoff Nick, it might not seem like a honour but it's intended to be....no aside from that we get a monthly stipend on top of our rent being paid, and when you turn eighteen you get a payment of £100,000. Enough for a deposit on a flat, or to see the world or to...." "Rebuild my leaking arse after being fucked non stop for three years," Nick interjected. "Nicholas Hurley!" Michael said, showing his son that he was crossing the line and getting on his nerves. "If you don't want to do this then don't do it! I know the idea is awful. Five boys out of those forty five will be randomly selected and given a cohort of eight boys that can in theory fuck them. But there are rules. There are limits.. And these days apparently most boys don't take the opportunity up anyway. There's a bit of stigma around it. You've got just over a 10% chance of being chosen. If it isn't you then you'll be in a cohort where you can have sex with whoever is your representative and we get to stay here anyway." "I dunno...it's just...all so wrong." "Perhaps but it's the reality of life here. Don't make any rushed choices, talk to your friends, they're all finding out about it now as well." "I'm sure they're as delighted as I am. Also Dad, hasn't anyone worked out that the age of consent is 16 years old?!? You're literally making kids break the law. In fact legally I can't consent can I? So even if I sign up everyone is still breaking the law!" Michael sighed, this conversation was going about as well as he expected. Which was no surprise. He had been dreading this day, he knew that when they moved here it would come. At the time three years ago it seemed a long way away, a distant problem that could be ignored. They'd had three great years here after the move, they'd both rediscovered what it was like to be happy again and now it was at risk of being taken away. However Michael was clear what happened next had to be on the shoulders of his thirteen year old son, after all he was the one who would be going through it all. "As I told you Nick. Shipperton has its own list of byelaws that exist and a number of them relate to this whole process. If you sign up it is being assumed that you consent. Yes I knows it's fucked up..." "Literally potentially up my bum," Nick interjected. "Very funny Nick, but seriously, it's messed up.." "My bum will be after all this fucking," Nick smirked to himself at his second interruption. "Nicholas! I'm trying to explain. Ultimately if you don't want to do this you don't have to! It's as simple as that. Now you have time to think about it all and I suggest you do that." Michael was hoping that would be the end of the discussion for now but Nick was a teenager, there usually never was an end. "I just don't understand how something like this can be allowed to go on in the 20th century?! How can adults be happy with this? Parents!? How can YOU be happy with this?" Michael sighed, "I'm not Nick. I always knew this day was coming. Jeremy was very honest with me right at the start. When he offered us this place, the chance to start a new life three years ago I knew the risks. We've had a good three years here. I think we've both been happy and while we haven't moved on from the past we've grown and things are better. If you decide that you don't want to go through with this then we'll have had a great three years and we'll start again elsewhere. That's what a lot of families do in life!" Nick shook his head, he wanted to wake up from this bad dream. This nightmare. Why couldn't they just live here like they had done for the past three years without all this extra shit? "So Dad, what would YOU do if you were in my situation? You're asking me, a thirteen year old, to make major decisions affecting us both." Michael had asked himself this question a lot recently in the lead up to telling Nick. He was fairly clear on his thoughts but he also knew as an adult, as a father, he saw the world differently to his thirteen year old son. "I honestly think I'd choose to leave. Yes you have friends here and it's a lovely place to live with a great school. Also the £100,000 would be life changing when you were older. But those things are viewed by me through an adult lense, thirteen year old me would definitely not want to risk suddenly having an active sex life with boys I might not like. So yes I think I'd say no. Which is why I want you to understand I am 100% telling the truth when I say it's up to you what you choose. I'll support you either way and we'll make it work." Nick nodded and felt slightly reassured by that. However, as well as the shock of it all he was still very confused. He felt like he had been ambushed by this. His Dad was telling him how he saw it but what if he was wrong? This idea that most boys weren't using their representatives made sense to Nick. If one of his friends was chosen would he fuck them? Ignoring the stirrings he could feel in his pants he still didn't think he would. But then again horny hormonal teenage boys with a free pass to have sex with other boys with no other option in sight? Nick could certainly see that being popular. Also what about bullies like Christian fucking Palmer? He already loved to try and make Nick's life hell. If Nick was selected and he was in his cohort of eight then no doubt he'd fuck Nick as much as he could and make it as humiliating and painful as possible. Nick felt like he definitely needed more facts. "One thing I don't understand, Dad..." "Yes Nick?" "So this is all to help horny boys get release and keep them away from girls? Get rid of teenage pregnancies, take out some of that repressed hormonal aggression, let them concentrate in schoolwork etc" "That was the original theory, yes." "But what about the boys that get chosen to be representatives? Say I was chosen. I'd have to be fucked by multiple boys. But I don't get to fuck anyone. I don't get any release. I'm just some vessel to be used and with no pay off." "That's what the financial rewards are for, as compensation for going through it all. Don't overthink it. You have one week to consider your options. We can talk as much or as little as you like. Don't forget I'm on the council this year so I can answer any questions you might have, and if for some reason I don't know the answer then I can check with Jeremy. He knows all of it. After all he's the guy in charge even if he doesn't actually agree with all of this. Now let's talk about something else." His Dad might have changed the subject but unsurprisingly it was the only thing on Nick's mind for the rest of the evening and when he was in bed that night. It didn't seem remotely fair. He'd had a shitty childhood until they'd moved to Shipperton. The death of his Mum and then his Dad falling apart. Crappy places to live where there was more mould than there was food. Shipperton had saved their lives pretty much. Somewhere where Nick had become happy, where he could finally see a future for himself. Now it felt like that was going to be taken away from him. He knew that his Dad had given him the go ahead to say NO to all this representative bullshit. The power was technically in Nick's hands. But would he feel guilty forever that he'd made Dad move from where he'd been happy for the first time in a long time? Where Nick was happy? It didn't seem fair that a decision like this rested on a thirteen year old's shoulders. Nick didn't want to move and he wanted to stay here. But if he stayed and his name was selected in the lottery? Well then his entire life would be thrown upside down. Nick had barely got a hair around my dick and yet suddenly he'd be expected to bend over and let boys fuck him? How was that fair? How was that even LEGAL!? What the fuck was this place?! The anger kept Nick awake for a long time. His last thought before he fell asleep was again a fervent hope that this was all part of a very weird and crazed bad dream.