Mackey Tales: The Lost Tribes of The West – Chronicles 1

 

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This is my follow-up on the tales of the Mackey clan as created by Jonas Henley and extended by Charles Well, Sarge-AKA Aldric, Nick and Sam The Ham.

Please have a look at the Introduction for reference.

 

My story begins after the first part from the original text written by Jonas Henley, "The Mackey Chronicles 01-a". I'll pick up at the point where Jonas continued his story focusing on James and Andrew in Indian Spring.

 

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Initial Story by Jonas Henley (kids-of-indian-spring/the-mackey-chronicles-1a):

Date: Sun, 25 Oct 2009 19:12:04 -0700 (PDT)

From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>

Subject: The Mackey Chronicles 01-a  (Correction)

Kids of Indian Spring -- The Mackeys

By Jonas Henley

What follows is an attempt to tell you some of the history of the Mackeys

in America and where and how some of their mores and traditions developed.

It covers two hundred years and many dozens of family members. I will

attempt post as well a geneology of the principal lineages in the story.

Chapter 01-a

A Brief History of the Mackeys of Indian Spring in America

The First Century

In 1799, 19 year old Thomas McKie and his 13 year old half-brother Michael

boarded a sailing vessel that would bring them to America. Thomas was

trying to leave the factory town that had claimed the life of his father

and threatened to consume his own. He knew there was more for him

far-a-field. His step-mother had pleaded with him to take his young brother

with him to the New World, so that he too may have a life with wide-open

possibilities.

It wasn't a burden to have the boy along, however. They had always been

close, and in the year before they left Scotland, they had begun to find

sexual release together. It was more one sided on the physical release, as

Thomas was the only one guaranteed a final liberation of fluid and feeling

with each attempt. But Michael achieved his own satisfaction in just making

his brother cum.

A month before he turned 13, Michael offered something that would guarantee

that his brother would bring him along to America. Thomas had no hope of

courting a girl and therefore starting a family, until he first left

Scotland, made it to America, and worked for a couple of years. Michael

offered him a release for his sexual energies, a release that would rival

whatever a girl could offer. That was when Thomas realized that a nice

tight, young boy's ass may be one of the greatest pleasures that could

possibly be known to man.

Though he still was interested in a woman for a relationship and looked

forward to the day he would have one wife and one love of his life, hardly

a day passed after the first night with Michael when he did not sink his

hard young mandick into the confines of that soft, but tight, boypussy.

Michael had not meant the giving of his ass to become a tradition, but it

was too tempting a piece of pleasure to let go easily.

After arriving to America, a clerk had written their names down as Thomas

and Michael Mackey, spelling more phonetically than even bothering to ask

what the real name was. Thomas got a job right off, and Michael worked as

well. The sex had died off some, though Thomas still enjoyed a piece of ass

at least twice a week, sometimes more.

It wasn't just Michael's ass that he enjoyed, either. During the voyage

over, the two boys had befriended a 14 year old English cabin boy, Jack

Corbin, who they convinced to join them once they landed.  (Interestingly,

the boy had been fucked as a younger lad by two of his older brothers, and

also had been fucked by the Ship's steward after he joined up as Cabin

Boy. He had very much wanted to try Michael's ass, but would not give

turnabout, as he was under the belief that it was a disgrace for an older

boy to be fucked by a younger boy. (Interestingly, though, he was more than

willing to let Thomas fuck him, if he in turn could be allowed to fuck

Michael).

And so for the first year and a half in America, Thomas would fuck Jack at

least once a week, and sometimes in unusual places as the horniness hit

him. He would fuck his little brother Michael more often, typically, but

only at home and at night. His relationship with Michael continued much

longer, up to the point in 1803 when Thomas met and married his New World

love. She gave birth to their first son, James, in 1805 and their second,

Alan, in 1808.

Michael was 22 when Alan was born and was considered a fairly eligible

bachelor in their working class neighborhood in Boston. He had worked hard

to Americanize his speech, as had his brother, and had studied on his own

to educate himself. He was now working as a clerk for Harvard University

and had had several illicit liaisons with both faculty and students. He, as

well, still had sex up to once or twice a month with James, usually when

the boy was drunk; but he had never classified himself as gay, not really

understanding there could fully and completely be such a thing.

Thomas assured him that it was just a phase and that he needed to

concentrate more on his future and begin to establish a family. Michael was

never fully committed, however, to the idea, and hated to give up what he

thought of as the more enjoyable aspects of life; but he endeavoured to fit

in the same as Thomas and James had. After several failed `romances', he

met and became betrothed to the younger sister of one of the divinity

students -- albeit a student with whom he had shared much passion.

He was married in 1814, a year before Thomas' third son Charles was

born. In 1816, Michael's wife gave birth to Gavin. Thomas' next and last

child Andrew came in 1817, followed by Michael's second son Oliver in

1818. James, as well, had settled down and had two children, a boy and a

girl.

All three of the men and their families lived side by side and did fairly

well for being on the margin of poor. Each worked very hard to support his

family, though Michael struggled often with wanting one at all. He loved

his kids, but not enough that he would do the same all over again, if he

could have had a different choice. His wife suffered being trapped in a

marriage with a husband, and though he was a good and kind man, she was

convinced he did not love her. She never understood his attachment to some

of his friends at the University, and deeper inside always felt that there

was something unnatural about it. She would never understand fully what

that was, however.

Thomas insisted all his children go to school until they were 12 years of

age, even up to 14 if they showed aptitude, and he realized that the

immigrant working class neighborhood in which they grew up was not as safe

in some aspects, but not as sterile or empty as that which he and Michael

had had in New Lanark. However, there were opportunities here in Boston,

and here in the New World in general. His two oldest sons took advantage of

the latter and became settlers in the West (Ohio River Valley).

He had had some trouble with his second son Alan, who in 1820, at the age

of 12, got one girl pregnant and almost got caught, several months after

that news, with another. The pregnancy fortunately did not take, but it

left a lot of fear in Thomas as to how close the family had come to a

ruination of their attempts to rise out of poverty. He had the boy

apprenticed to a cartwright west of the city.

Nine years later when his fourth son Andrew turned 12, Thomas began to

notice similar behaviours. His wife forbade another child being sent from

her house to apprentice, so Thomas turned to an older method.  He told his

brother Michael to send over his boys, and said that he was going to lay

down the law for all four. Michael sent his sons over and told them to do

exactly as their Uncle Thomas told them -- no arguing, or they too would be

apprenticed out in the country.

Thomas set down his youngest two sons, 14 year old Charles and 12 year old

Andrew, and Michael's two, 13 year old Gavin and 11 year old Oliver, and

explained to all four about the birds and bees and all about sex between

men and women. He talked to them about how easy it was to get a girl

pregnant and about how much damage that could do to them and their families

if they did it before they were ready to start a family.

"And I don' see how ye can be ready, afore ye got least 26 years under'ye."

However he also recognized that boys needed a sexual relief. He encouraged

them to masturbate regularly and assured them that things they heard about

it causing problems with their bodies were just `daft'. He even encouraged

them to have fun with each other, though he got a couple of grimaces with

that. Especially from Oliver.

Michael had told Thomas about Oliver being caught twice already trying to

play doctor with a girl, and once `acting suspiciously' with another girl

when an adult walked in on them. Michael also said Oliver was often

grabbing himself, and he believed that the boy, while still hairless,

probably masturbated more than his brother Gavin did. Gavin, however, was a

bit more uptight about those things and was more interested in establishing

a place for himself in the social hierarchy of the boys in the community,

though he lacked the ease and poise of his cousins, Charlie and Andrew.

So Thomas took a deep breath and told them of all the ways that boys could,

and sometimes did, have fun with each other. They just had to be sure that

no-one else found out, that they never forced anyone, and that they were

discreet. Otherwise whatever they did was fine. He even described both oral

and anal sex to the boys, smiling to himself as he watched their jaws drop.

"However, Ah dinnae expect ye tae do it on your own."  Thomas' Scottish

came back in spurts when he talked to his kids sometimes, though he had

tried hard to abandon the accent and blend in (and was known to take a belt

to the backside of his boys if they didn't try the same).  "So, I'm gaun

pick wan'ye tae be the bottom for the other three."

Their eyes went wide on hearing this. He could not be serious!!

But he was. But first he decided to demonstrate and asked 12 year old

Andrew to step forward, since he knew the boy had just bathed. He bent the

boy over his lap and threatened him with a real thrashing if he balked. He

then reached under the boy and undid his britches, feeling the lads hard

one with the back of the hand. He slid the boy's pants and underwear down

and told the other three to come up and take a look and get a good

feel. They were reluctant at first, but very soon were quite enjoying

themselves.

He then parted Andrew's cheeks so the boys could get a good glimpse at just

how wonderful a thing a boy's anus could be. Thankfully he was clean back

there too, and Gavin even traced a finger over the dimpled anal muscle,

causing a jump and sharp intake of breath from Andrew and laughter from the

other boys.  Andrew tried protesting, but the fear of a thrashing and the

embarrassment from this bizarre turn of events had left him speechless. He

could only gasp and cry out when his dad had each boy grease up a finger

and try him out.

Thomas kept telling the boys to see how tight that felt and to imagine how

it would feel on their dicks, to imagine the squeezing down, the heat, the

depths they could plunge, and all without having to worry about getting a

girl pregnant, getting beat up by a girl's brothers/cousins/boyfriend, and

or having to sneak around. He also told them to notice that as they did it

a bit more, it wasn't even hurting Andrew; he had quit crying out and was

even squirming because he enjoyed it some.

It wasn't exactly true. Andrew had realized that he had quit crying out --

though yes, it hadn't hurt as much later as it had initially with each

boy. Oliver's hurt the worst, because he was just jabbing Andrew. Andrew

was trying to be stoic; he didn't know that it was going to be

misinterpreted as an invitation. And the squirming was really because it

just felt damn weird. And wrong somehow.

His father kept him bent over his lap the whole time he finished his talk

with the boys. He gave Andrews bottom a couple of playful and gentle slaps

before just massaging and squeezing it in general. It really was a nice

ass. Unfortunately this position just kept Andrew all the more embarrassed;

and that made his dick all the harder, which in turn just made him more

embarrassed.

Finally his dad said it was time to choose the bottom.

"It's not going to be Andrew?"  14 yo Charlie asked.

"Nae, yer brother's nae fit tae be a bottom."

Thomas went on to explain that the only way to really control Andrew's

hormones was to make him a top and give him unlimited access to one or more

bottoms. From personal prejudice, Thomas felt the ideal age of a bottom

should be about 12, maybe 13, (that being the age of Michael when Thomas

first felt the rush of fucking boypussy. So he thought maybe Gavin would be

perfect for it. Then again Oliver would be a more effective bottom

longer. So in the end, he let Andrew back up and told the boys that he

would let the four of them vote on whether it would be Gavin or Oliver; and

he would bind all four to the final decision.

In the end, Oliver was chosen, though they had to cast votes five times, as

Andrew and Charlie kept splitting their vote. After the vote, Thomas had

Oliver bend over, taught Andrew the proper way to finger the boy's bottom

and then let Andrew be the first, marveling as his youngest son's 3.5 inch

dick opened up and disappeared into his 11 year old cousin's ass.

Oliver rapidly, though not exactly willingly, assumed his role as the

bottom for the other three boys, sometimes getting fucked 2-3 times a day

that first year. He was trained the next week on the proper way to give

fellatio, much to the joy again of the three boys. By far and away,

however, no one used him as much as Andrew. Several months later, Jack

Corbin's oldest son, Edmund, who had just turned 12, was invited to join

use of Oliver's now quite talented (and still reluctant) hole.

However, Edmund, a rambunctious kid at best, had decided after a few

spectacular goes in Oliver's ass that what he really wanted was to fuck the

now 13 year old Gavin. He caught the boy unawares one day when out in the

country swimming in a creek along his mother's family's property. No one

else was around and Edmund pinned the boy to the ground. He told Gavin how

he was going to get up a whole group of boys and tell them what he was

doing to his brother. He could see right away that this had frightened

Gavin. He pressed the advantage and agreed that he would say nothing if

Gavin got on his hands and knees and asked Edmund to put his boyhood up his

butt. Gavin was ashamed, but relented, surprised at the end when he

actually felt spurts come out of the hairless boy and go in his ass.

Charlie and Andrew later confronted Edmond and told him he was wrong to do

it. However, ever the horny kid, Andrew decided that since Gavin agreed to

it and did not do what he was supposed to by telling the others, then they

should let it stand. Charlie agreed to this as well, though he did not know

what all else Andrew had in mind.

"Also, since Edmund was the first to get his cum up your ass, then he

should get to own your ass or something, for like a year."

Gavin and Charlie both protested this, so Andrew amended it and said

whenever they were in a group, Edmund had the right to ask for his ass, and

the group would vote on it. Charlie relented on this, mainly because he

knew that if he didn't give Andrew something the boy's imagination wouldn't

quit coming up with scenarios. To seal the deal, they made Gavin take it up

the butt right then, making Edmund very happy -- even more so since he had

an audience.

Before the year was out, Edmund deposited cum in Gavin's ass more than two

dozen times, always in front of one or more of the others. Andrew's dick

got a chance to feel out the older boy's ass probably eight or nine times,

and Charlie, who despite his second reservations, had originally wanted

Gavin to be the bottom and now managed to fuck the poor boy over forty

times without the others knowing. However, they all decided that he

wouldn't be an `official' bottom.

All of this soured Gavin's perspective on what was right and wrong with the

whole top and bottom thing, and while he continued to enjoy using his

little brother's ass for fun, he slowly let it leak out that his brother

would take any boy up the ass, or give them amazing head. At first Oliver

complied with the few extra boys just to keep them quiet, but by the time

he was 13, it was well known around the neighborhood that Oliver's ass was

available for sloppy seconds.

This was considered something of a failure by all -- by Thomas AND his

boys. Thomas made the cryptic remark that next time they would do a better

and more controlled job of it; though no one was sure if even Thomas knew

what the remark meant.

At any rate, it was about this time that 26 year old James, Thomas' oldest

son, was becoming well established in a fur trade firm in Ohio. He wrote

his father and younger brother the following year that due to the loss of

men in the cholera outbreak and the Black Hawk war, there was an even

greater need for able bodied men in the Ohio Valley.

At this time, the recent immigration of the Irish into Boston was producing

a backlash against Thomas and his family, no one bothering with the

distinction between Irish and Scottish. The streets were becoming rougher

as well, and Thomas had felt there may be more opportunities for his boys

further west. The family packed up to go. Oliver asked to join his Uncle

Thomas as he could no longer stand the situation that Gavin had created for

him, and in the summer of 1832, Thomas and the three boys left for Ohio. 24

year old Alan accompanied them along the way, but after a week or so, he

continued further to St. Louis and beyond.

Jack Corbin stayed in Boston, as over thirty years ago he had, at the age

of 15, apprenticed himself to a grocer who had no offspring, and Jack was

set to one day soon take over the business. Michael Mackey did not believe

he could ever live outside a large and educated city, and said a sorrowful

goodbye to his brother. It was the first time in his entire life that he

had ever been more than a few miles away from Thomas. His other son, 16

year old Gavin, decided to remain with his mother (and father).

Thomas and his three sons and nephew made a new home for themselves and

prospered. After several years, Charles decided to set out West, find his

brother Alan, and see what life he could make for himself. He was 20 years

old, a man of his own, and was almost joined by Andrew, except for the fact

that Andrew had met a girl. Within a year, the two had eloped, even beating

out James to the altar. Andrew lived for a year with his in-laws, but

returned home again when he heard his family was set to move one last time.

 

 

 

The Story Continues

 

This is where Jonas Henley ends the story of the migration of the Mackey family from Boston to Ohio. What follows are my own imaginings of "the Lost Tribes of the West"

 

 

 

Getting settled in The West

 

 

By the time Charles joined his brother in 1835, Alan had just married Charlotte and she was already pregnant with their first child. Henry was born 7 months later, in 1836.

 

Alan moved to the lands west of Saint Louis, where the Osage River joins the Missouri River.

Although he began a cartwright, the craft he had learned when he was apprenticed as a young boy, he quickly learned the value of trade and the fertile agricultural land and had set up is own trading business.

 

Alan had two striking features. He was very smart. And he was always horny.

As a cartwright, he met lots of different people. A flow of immigrants moving west, farmers, traders, and he made it a habit to talk with many of them.  He learned a lot about their life, their businesses, failures, and good fortune. He perfectly knew that being a craftsman was an honorable job, but it will not make you wealthy, and you'll remain dependent on others for your living. He was very clever, and used the knowledge whenever he could to enhance his trading business.

 

He had good relations with the descendants of the French trappers that had settled in the region, and respected the few native Indian families who remained in the area.

Alan learned about the old French land claims, dating from times before the Louisiana Purchase. Although it was unsure how these claims could materialize now the land was US territory and Missouri admitted as a State, he quite often accepted a land registration as a payment if he didn't need the cash.

 

In the few years he'd lived in the area, he had acquired over 20 plots in the area, and all plots were chosen strategically, so he would practically own the adjacent plots as well, since they were either inaccessible or useless without the ones he owned.

From his connections with the few remaining Osages, as well as by his own upbringing, he knew the value of kinship and handing down the sacred traditions of a community. For many Indian people, kinship was the key to the stability, integrity, and survival of the community. Those who came to villages as strangers - even white captives- were often adopted as "cousins" or "brothers", making their social position unambiguous and keeping the integrity of the group intact. Alan adapted much of these values, to be the fundaments of the Mackey family values.

 

Both Alan and Charles remembered the lessons from their father Thomas, even his tales from Scotland, and the value of traditions in a community and his relation with Michael. These lessons from the Old Land and the New Land were the foundation of their sense of what community should entail.

 

He had heard about people from Philadelphia who were out to buy large plots of land in Gasconade County, mostly along the Missouri River for establishing a new settlement.  Smart listener as he was, Alan realized that these fertile lands were excellent for farming. So he understood should not just buy land, he should buy land near the river. He traded some of his inland patches for some acres along the river, and whenever possible, he claimed whatever land he could along the riverside.

 

However, Alan still was the horny man he has always been, and he lived his reputation. He had to marry in 1835 when it turned out that one of the many girls he took to bed was pregnant, and early 1836 their son Henry was born.

The next year, while his wife was pregnant with their second child and she was not able to fulfil Alan's inexhaustible lust, Alan managed to get a woman from the Indian community pregnant at the same time as well.

In 1837, two boys were born.  He named his second son Jedidiah, and he named the son he had with the Indian woman Jake. To make a distinction, he added the second name Alan to the son of his wedded wife.

 

Charles in the meantime, got married in 1836, and his first son Edgar was born in 1837, followed by their second son William in 1838. In 1839 Alan's fourth son was born, Tadd.

Charles, who was not as bright as his brother was, worked for Alan and became a good craftsman. Although Alan paid his brother a fair wage, and his brother could sustain his family well, it was clear that Alan was the ultimate beneficiary from the deals and trades they made. And because a substantial part of his trade was paid in land claims, his growing wealth was unknown in the small but steadily growing settlement where they lived.

 

By the end of the 1840's, European immigrants, mainly from Germany and some from Switzerland, started settling farther in the county.  A group German mountain people settled near the Mackeys, building communities around a general store, church, blacksmith, and post office.

Alan and Charles appreciated the newcomers. They had previously experienced the influx of the Irish, and that has been far less peaceful. These Germans and Swiss were hard working people and kept to themselves. Moreover, they were good customers for his trading business.

 

 

The First Choosing in The West

 

 

In 1850, when Alan's and Charles' boys had approached the ages of 11 to 14, it turned out they had inherited the horniness of their fathers, especially Alan's kids.

"We need to keep an eye on the boys. They are taking very much after us," one day Charles said to Alan, after he had witnessed his son Edgar feeling a girl up. When the boy was grilled on his whereabouts, he had confessed that he and his cousins had already been doing things with girls.

 

"You got yourselves into trouble with girls three times, remember?" Charles reminded Alan with a smile, "And the way the boys are developing, I'm sure they'll follow the same path, if we don't interfere".

 

"What do you suggest?"

 

"Well, remember, a couple of years after you got in trouble and were sent away apprenticed, Andrew got in trouble like you did. Dad arranged Uncle Michael`s son Oliver as a bottom for us boys, and later our first cousin Gavin came available, too,"  Charles began, remembering all the times he'd boned both Oliver and Gavin. "Maybe we should think about this, like dad did. We've got like 6 boys in the same age as we were then, including your Indian boy."

 

Alan hesitated. He knew the stories about bottoming Oliver and Gavin, but he was never part of it. Maybe it might help prevent getting boys (and girls) in trouble at a young age, but still, making one boy bottom for the others isn't just another thing. Although, he knew he would have used a bottom himself if one was available. The whole idea... well, a strange habit, but he heard the rumors about the Swiss and German mountain people who just nearby settled. These rumors sounded a bit similar to what his father and uncle had arranged.

 

"Well, maybe," he started, "but I think we should only introduce the idea, and have the boys decide for themselves."

 

And so they went on and called the boys, his sons Henry (14), Jed (13), Jake the Indian boy (13), and Tadd (11), and Charles' sons Edgar (13) and William (12).

Alan told them he knew about their activities with girls and explained the troubles he and Uncle Andrew had gotten in, and that Grandpa Thomas had found some solution to get some relieve, without getting girls involved. He told the boys that he himself wasn't part of this because he was too old and apprenticed when this started, but Charles had actively participated and played with both his cousins, Oliver and Gavin. Charles nodded conformingly.

 

Alan and Charles patiently explained the ways to relieve sexual tensions, telling them that it was very common for boys to go beyond masturbating alone, more often than not doing that together, and they told them about blowjobs and the joys of using a boys' ass as a substitute for a girl's pussy.  The boys were stunned.

 

"But does that mean that we should play with each other like that?" Jed asked. Alan looked at his boy and wondered if he correctly heard some enthusiasm is his son's question.

 

"Yeah, that's right, more or less, that'll keep you out of trouble with girls," Charles replied. "We were four of us, and Grandpa Thomas selected two from which we could choose one to be bottom. Uncle Oliver was chosen. Later Uncle Gavin became a bottom as well."

 

"And are you going to make a selection from us now?" Edgar asked a bit worried.

 

"No, your dad and I think it would be better if you boys come up with your own pick." Alan answered the boy. "You all show yourself to each other without pants, and you vote for the one who you think would be the most suitable as bottom."

 

"And then? That's it?" Jed asked.

 

"Basically, yes," answered Charles, "all you have to do then is bend the chosen boy over and initiate him as a bottom. You know,... by..." He chuckled when he saw the boys' eyes popping out.

 

With that, Alan and Charles left the boys and went just out of sight, and waited for what happened next. For about the next 40 minutes they heard the boys arguing, laughing, and shouting at each other. Then, after a few minutes of silence and soft whispering, they heard William let out a cry when Jed opened his ass for the first time. 

 

And so, the Mackey family tradition that had started with Grandpa Thomas and his stepbrother Michael, was now established in the New World, not only in Ohio in the East with the James and Andrew clan, but also in Gasconade County, Missouri where Allan and Charles had settled.

 

That year, William became accustomed to being bent over frequently by his brother and cousins, sometimes even two or three times a day, and did a very good job giving fellatio. At first, he was reluctant, but after a while, he gave up resistance, knowing that it was useless.

 

At first, Tadd, who was a year younger than his 12-year-old cousin William, was a bit reticent about using William. He was small for his age, and was afraid the other boys would laugh at him if they knew he also wanted to have a go at his cousin.

One day, early May, he saw William walking alone to the creek and he followed him, hoping he could have some place out of sight for a little fun with William. He followed at a safe distance and saw William undressing when he was at the creek. Just when William wanted to go into the cool water, Tadd showed up, surprising William.

 

"Hi," William mumbled, looking at Tadd, wondering what he came for.

 

"Hi," answered Tadd, "you here for a swim?"

 

"Yep"

 

"Can I join?"

 

Without waiting for a reply, Tadd took his clothes of, got in the water, and walked up to William.

Although they have seen each other naked a bunch of times, Tadd was a little ashamed of his small and still hairless body. When William looked at him, he shyly covered his little dick with his hands.

 

"No need to that, Tadd." William reassured the younger boy, "I've seen it before. Nothing to be ashamed of."

 

"But I'm just so small," Tadd whined.

 

"Who cares," replied William, "as long as it works, you're fine. It works, doesn't it?"

 

Tadd looked down and nodded his head. He was small and hairless, but he had already orgasms when he stroked himself, and last week he even had some wet stuff coming out.

 

William looked at the naked boy and noticed that Tadd started to get an erection he was desperately trying to hide this from him. He started to get an erection as well, but did nothing to hide it.

 

"Don't be ashamed," William soothed friendly, "you know I've seen my share of hard dicks lately."

Tadd grinned and let his hands fall at his side, revealing his boner, now proudly standing to attention.

William saw the boy was getting more at ease, and also that his look changed from shy to curious, a bit lustful even, and he knew what that meant.

 

"Why did you come over here all the way, if you want to fuck me?" he asked, "We could do this at home or in the barn, you know."

 

"Well, I'd rather not have someone watching," Tadd answered, "they'll make fun of me."

 

William chuckled. He knew his cousins and he could imagine that they definitely will pick on Tadd. It was not in a harmful way, but still.

"Come over here," William invited, and he stepped to a shallow spot in the creek. "You can do it here. Nobody's watching," and he bent over, offering Tadd to have a go at his soft, round butt.

 

Tadd moved up behind his cousin and aimed with his little dick at boy's butt. He tried a few times, but it wouldn't go in.

"I can't do it, I'm too small," he sighed disappointed.

 

"No, you're not, you haven't practiced enough." William said reached over and lubed the boy and his ass with his spit.

"Now, try again"

 

This time, Tadd pushed and after a little resistance, he felt his dick sank in the hot ass.

 

"Ahh,... this is amazing..." he sighed, "it's so warm."

 

William felt the little stiffy going in and out his ass without any pain, just a nice warm thing rubbing his interior. He groaned when Tadd hit his sensitive spot and squeezed his sphincter.

Tadd couldn't hold it any longer, and he started rabbit fucking his cousin and came in minutes.

 

Exhausted, he stepped back, "thank you, William."

 

William just smiled and did not reply. He liked his little cousin, but still, this was just a fuck for Tadd, and he had to wait until the boy was gone and use his hands to relieve himself.

 

"You got a boner," Tadd remarked, "does that mean you liked it?"

 

"No, I don't like being fucked, but this feeling makes me hard. Just like when you do it yourself," William said while he slowly stroked his cock.

 

"Can I watch when you do it?"

 

William didn't answer, but he just went on stroking himself and let the boy look. With a grunt, he spasmed and his spunk squirted a few feet away, into the creek.

 

"That was great," Tadd purred while he was pulling on his dick that already stood up again.

William smiled, and looked while his cousin was working on his dick like he just had done, and before long the boy groaned softly and he came for a second time, squirting a few drops of clear fluid from his dick.

 

"Look, "he shouted excited, "I made stuff. I can make stuff like you guys!"

 

William grinned, and after the boys played around in the water, they dressed and went home.

 

After that, Tadd had no issue at all to bone his cousin where and when, and he became one of the boys who used William the most.

 

Although the dads had told them that this was a family business and they were not to talk about it to strangers, eventually word got out that William was available for helping boys to relieve their sexual tensions. At first, William denied it, but once he gave in to a blowjob for one boy, more boys came along, much to Alan's displeasure.

 

He asked William who these boys were, and William told him that these were some Swiss and German boys, from the next village east. They came along with their dads when they visit the Mackeys for trade or to the weekly market.

When his Uncle Alan asked how they could know that he was a bottom for his brother and cousins, he told him that one of the German boys, the 12 year old Hans Schneider, had seen him being taken aside by Henry one day when they were visiting Alan's shop. The boy had guessed that Henry was up to something, but could not see what.

Hans had repeatedly pressed William to tell, even suggesting that he already knew what happened. Finally, when William had asked "oh yeah, what is it then?", Hans guessed it was sex, and William gave in. So, Hans learned that the Mackey were boys playing sex games together, including blowjobs, and even taking it up the ass and stunned William by telling him that the Schneider boys did most of these things as well.

 

Alan was surprised at the openness of this German boy, but still had his concerns. He knew that not all of his customers would appreciate this.

So, when Mr Schneider visited his shop the following week, he carefully started a conversation to see what he knew about William and Hans' undertakings.

To his astonishment, Mr Schneider somehow understood where Alan was going and simply told him that he indeed had heard that his son Hans and some other boys from their village were visiting William for getting some. He told Alan about his youth in their remote village in the dirt-poor areas in the European mountains, where this sex-play among boys was quite common, basically for the same reasons why Thomas had introduced their family tradition. However, they had not one selected bottom, they rather took turns, albeit some boys a bit more than others.

They agreed that it might be good to let their boys have their way, but they will keep in touch when thing got out-of-hand.

 

After Mr Schneider's meeting with Alan, his two sons, Hans and Erich, became regular visitors to bone William or to get a blowjob from him at least once a week each when they travelled with their dad to the market or the shop, and not for long, some of their friends came along.

By his second year as a bottom, William had not only had to serve his brother Edgar and his four cousins, he had the two Schneider boys and three of their friends going up his butt as well.

Charles had complained about the extensive use of his son, and Alan and he discussed with Mr Schneider what to do about this fuck-fest.

They all agreed that one bottom on ten boys was not enough and would lead to trouble and abuse, so Mr Schneider gathered his boys and their friends who visited William, and told them that ten is too much for one boy. They had either to quit, or contribute equally.

 

"Wait, does that mean that we have to select one as permanent bottom instead of taking turns as we usually do?" Erich asked.

 

"Yep, that would be the best solution. You can take turns of course, but you know that already it mostly comes down on the same one or two boys, and it will be very confusing for the Mackeys."

 

In the end, the boys agreed that choosing a bottom just like the Mackeys would be the best solution, and Mr Schneider made them stand in line and ordered to take their pants off. He made the boys to walk around the other boys and come to him to whisper their choice, and in the end, it was clear that they had almost unanimously voted for their 12 year old cousin Franz Weiberg.

When Mr Schneider asked Franz why he appeared not too much impressed by his choosing, the boy told him that he already had taken all of them up his ass. And not only once.

 

A week later, Alan and Charles were surprised when Mr Schneider and the five German boys showed up and told them that they also had selected a bottom, so they could share.

They got all the boys together in the barn and explained that they now had two bottoms for their plays and gave them some rules, mainly to keep this private, and not overly using or hurting someone. Their dads sat down to take a beer, while the boys awkwardly walked around the barn, not knowing what to do next, until Jed simply said "I'll try Franz, OK?" and he bent the boy over and fucked him with the dads and other boys looking on.  When Jed was done, Edgar hesitantly walked up to Franz and looked at Mr Schneider to see his reaction. But Mr Schneider simply shrugged and just looked and took a sip of his beer as Edgar dropped his pants and filled Franz with his now 15-year-old dick.

 

At first, William kept silent, hoping today's event was only about Franz. But when the fourth Mackey showed up at Franz' butt, Alan told the boys not to exhaust little Franz while there now were two bottoms available.

By the time the three men had finished their beers, they were boned-up from watching the horny boys. Both Franz and William had been fucked 5 times and they limped a bit when the three dads took the boys home. By the way the men rearranged themselves, it was clear that three ladies were getting it tonight as well.

 

While their dad's businesses flourished, the boys and their sisters enjoyed a good life. They all went to school and were encouraged to learn as much as they could. The advantage of being amongst the first settlers in the area paid off. The Mackeys as well as the Schneiders and Weinbergs possessed the best parts of the land, all well situated on strategic locations to enhance their trading businesses.

 

The first year after their choosing as Community Bottoms, both William and Franz were kept very busy. By their kin, but also by boys from neighboring families who not only learned about the Mackey and Schneider customs, but were more than willing to participate. Not as bottoms, that is.

 

It wasn't for long that Curt, a boy from the Richter family was picked as third bottom in the second Mackey Choosing (well third if you count the Schneider's Choosing with Franz as well). Now all the boys of the three families in the age 11-21 had participated in a choosing.

 

Whereas Franz Weiberg was practically left alone after his 14th birthday, poor William remained a much-visited bottom until after his 17th birthday, which had a huge impact on his reputation. It was only in 1865 when he finally found a girl who wasn't deterred by the knowledge that William has had a dick up his butt several times a week for 5 years.

 

By then, Henry and Jed were already married. Henry had three sons and a daughter, and settled in a nearby bend in the river where he worked the farmlands of his dad.
Jed had two sons, John and David - whom he had given the middle name Alan, just as his father had given him, as the second son of the second son. William's brother Edgar had also started his own family, and Hans Schneider, the German boy who had fucked him so many times, had married his sister Elizabeth in 1863.

 

 

The Tradition is set: the Mackey Trust

 

Just before the Civil War began, Alan and Charles travelled for the first time back to the East, to Indian Spring, Ohio after their father Thomas had died. They paid respect to their brothers James and Andrew, and their Mackeys cousins. They took some time to learn about their ways of living, and realized that they were relatively better off in the West than their cousins in Indian Spring.
They also learned that the Mackey tradition of bottoming boys had continued in Indian Spring as well.  James Jr. and Robert Mackey, Jackson and Qentin Sanders and Alexander Corbin made David Mackey, Andrew's son, the first Mackey Community Bottom in Indian Spring.

 

When the tensions between the Union and the Confederacy began to rise, the Gasconade County and the adjacent Osage territories had been turned into prosperous farmlands, and even a wine country especially near the rivers in the North, where many of the Schneider and Richter families had plots of land for their vineyards.

In these years, there was a large influx of farmers. Families typically moved to the region not as solitary units but as elements of large kin-based networks that maintained geographic integrity by purchasing clustered tracts of land.
They mingled quite well with the Mackeys, Schneiders and Richters, not only for their devotion to work the lands and good trade, but also by becoming a part of the tight knit Mackey family and their peculiar traditions.

 

In the early years of the Civil War, there were almost no signs of the war, and Alan Mackey prospered with his family and his business.

Alan and Hans were in their 50's and had seen the virtues of having their properties spread over a large area. Whereas many dwellers lost their properties and sometimes their lives as well during the Civil War, the Mackey properties were virtually untouched. So, together with the Richters, they ventured out towards the Ozarks, and the wooded areas around Gravois Mills where they bought large plots of land, where creeks joined and plenty of fish and game were available.

 

William, now 29 years old, had finally established a family of his own, stopping the gossips in town that were still lingering on after his years as a community bottom. His son, Emmett, was born in 1867, and his daughter Mary-Ann followed in 1879.

After Curt Richter, the last Mackey bottom, was too old to be fucked and there were only a few kids of the right age available in the young families, the tradition slumbered for almost a decade. Amongst the boys, the stories were still going around, secretively whispered, as a treasured family tale without them knowing what bottom actually meant.

But, as the saying goes,  "l'histoire se répète" and in 1874, Jed Mackey's sons John(14) and David Alan (12), and Jake's 12-year-old son Shawn, as well the 13-year-old Josh Weiberg were caught red-handed while feeling up a girl, and worse.
As soon as Alan, the now 66 years old patriarch of the clan heard about it, he gathered his' and Charles' sons, as well as the 3 men from the Schneider and Weiberg clan.

"I guess y'all know why you're here?" he began. He looked around, amused, realizing that everyone exactly knew, but only hesitantly acknowledged that their sons got themselves in a typical Mackey mess, again.

 

"Looks like we're getting successors, William," Franz Weiberg flatly remarked, making the others laugh.

William, not fully recovered from his traumatic experience finding a wife after his time as a bottom, frowned. This is not for him, he thought. Emmett is only 7, and his two other sons Patrick and Caleb weren't even potty-trained.

"I think this is a bad idea," he replied, "maybe these barbaric things were suitable back then, but these are modern times, I think we shouldn't impose that on our boys."

"Well, you can call it barbaric," Erich Schneider stated, "but for most, if not all of us, it worked. And these boys haven't just only touched girls and had intercourse; we've seen them playing with each other as well. Including bottoming one."

"Mabey so, but I do not want to take part in this."

 

Alan frowned and looked at Charles for support. He had thought about how to keep the clans together and, just as importantly, the richness he had accumulated. He had discussed a plan with Charles to set up a Mackey Family Trust to let them all use the fruits of the lands but keep the properties together. He had seen the East Coast Banks working that way, and the railroad companies robbing their way west, are following that path.

 

"I understand where you're coming from, William," Alan asserted, "but it's a fact that what we have bottoms as a treasured custom in our clan, dating back from the days in Europe. And it is based on the sheer instincts of boys since times immemorial."
He waited a few seconds before he continued,

"It's everyone's own choice to stay in the clan or not. But, if you decide to be no longer part of it, our community will no longer be available for you and your kin. You should remember that the land you make a living from, the house you live in, are all my property. I'm working on a Mackey Trust for my properties, to keep our community prosperity intact for generations to come. But with that community come responsibilities, traditions, and contributions."

 

Everyone was silent. The impact of the patriarch's words was tremendous. They hadn't seen this coming. But Jed, a quick thinker and witty a man as his father, remarked:

"So, basically we can be heirs to your fortune, provided that we let our boys fuck each other on an institutionalized basis."

"Yep."

"No one excluded?"

"Yep."

There were lots of questions, of course, and the men all started discussing what Alan just had brought forward. Alan explained his ideas about ownership in a trust, and rights to exploit the woods and the lands, build houses on the lands and sell them, all restricted to being a clan member that contributes to the community and adhere to the traditions. In the end, they all, some enthusiastically, some a bit reluctant, agreed that the idea of a trust to keep the Mackeydom together, was a good idea. They also agreed that it should include the Schneider, Richter and Weiberg clans as well since at that point in time even they called themselves Mackeys.

 

Within a couple of weeks, all twelve boys of the Mackey, Schneider, Weiberg and Richter clan aged 11 to 18 with their fathers were gathered for a fierce sermon to warn them for the risks of messing with girls before marriage, and explaining the Mackey solution for this.

And as with their granddads and fathers years ago, their jaws dropped and their eyes opened wide when the rumored family story about "bottoms" was confirmed and explained in detail.

"So, Uncle William and Franz were Bottoms back then? " Alan's eldest son John asked.

Franz nodded.

"You got fucked in the ass by Uncle Hans, and Uncle Erich and all others?" David uttered bluntly, still not fully grasping the situation, "and by dad as well?"

"Yes, that's right. They all fucked William and me. And Curt Richter as well. Besides getting it up the butt, we'd also gave blowjobs to every boy in town."

The boys shook their heads in disbelieve. This couldn't be true. They have heard some stories, never quite understanding what it was all about. But this? No way. Some started protesting.

"Now, hold on boys," Jed tried to calm them a bit, "to you, it sounds maybe a bit strange now, but be assured, it is nothing new. Besides, I already know that some of you, if not all of you, messed around with each other. Including sticking your dicks in your cousins' butt or get blowjobs to get relieve."

 

The boys colored and looked down, guilty like kids caught with their hands in a cookie jar. Indeed, they had messed around. Especially David and Shawn Mackey, the only son of Jake Mackey, Alan's Indian son. The boys had an almost untamable lust and peeped at every girl or woman when and wherever they could. And when their hormones and frustrations peaked, they had lured several of their cousins multiple times in helping them to get some relieve by making them giving a blowjob or bending them over to deposit their cum in what most resembles to a girl's pussy.

"Ah, see, there we are, so nothing new, huh?" Alan concluded by their reaction that they surrendered.

 

The boys were angry at John, David, Shawn and Josh Weiberg for starting the troubles with the girls, but worse, making the other boys get on their knees for them or bend them over to take up in their ass what should have gone in a girl's pussy.

It took another half hour to get the boys used to the idea that the tradition, which started with great grandfather Thomas in Boston back in 1829, would be revived with them.
What they didn't realize immediately was that this revival would take place then and there. With their dads present.

"We all are up for selection?" a flabbergasted 12-year-old Jason Mackey, the eldest son of Edgar croaked.

"Yup. Everybody is included, no exceptions." Jed concluded, "All of us went through a Choosing, years ago. And the fact that there hasn't been a Choosing for your generation until now doesn't change anything."

 

"You're joking, right?" Andrew, Henry's first son shouted, "I'm 17, almost 18, I ain't gonna let me get fucked by cousins!"

"It's up to you, son," Henry said at an appeasing tone, "you'll not be forced. But as we explained, it will be a choice for life, to be a part of the clan, our community, or leave."

Andrew sat down, defeated. He knew that he had no choice. Technically maybe yes, but in real life, deserting the family? No, that's not an option.

 

And so it happened that one sunny day early June 1874 a fourth Choosing took place in the same barn where in 1850 William Mackey, son of founding father Charles, was picked as first Mackey Community Bottom in the West.

With twelve boys, who all are both voters and contestants themselves, the selection procedure was kept simple.  The dads seated themselves at the side of the barn and Jed made the boys stand in a circle, with their pants off.  The boys then took turns walking around the other boys, looking at their butts, some taking the courage spreading the soft white cheeks to have a look at the little pucker they might get to use, and wrote down the name of their choice and handed it to Jed. All done in less than 20 minutes.

 

"Now, the voting is done," Jed solemnly stated, "we will count the votes, and those with the most votes will be turned."

"Those?" Jason uttered, "What do you mean? There's more than one?"

"Yup. With twelve boys to service, we need at least 2 bottoms, maybe 3 considering the large territory to be serviced."

The boys looked bewildered at each other. Two bottoms? Three even? Good grief!

 

 "Now stay where you are. We're gonna count. And when it's clear who the 2 or 3 boys with the most votes are, we'll start the initiation."

A noticeable groan erupted from the boys.

By the time the dads had counted the votes, it was clear that eight of the twelve boys had taken revenge and made the four culprits pay for their actions. David and Josh got clearly the most votes, followed by Shawn and in fourth place John. By the number of votes David and Josh had collected, it was clear that even John and Shawn had voted for them.

David and Josh were shocked. And angry. Bottom? For the other Mackeys? No way!
It was clear to Alan and the fathers that, although the Choosing had been fair, the result was something left to improve. If someone is the utmost opposite of a bottom, it will be David, or Josh. Of all boys, these were the most unlikely boys to accept their fate readily and willingly, and being bent over to be fucked.

But the result of the Choosing stood, David, Josh and Shawn were picked, and all dads plus the nine lucky boys agreed with it.
The whole meeting so far had taken just over an hour, from the sermon to the voting and counting, but getting the three boys ready for their initiation took more than an hour, and some strong hands to keep them in place.

David yelped and groaned when his ass was penetrated for the first time, but he took the fucking as a man. Crying in front of his father, brother and cousins was not an option.  But he was angry, and he knew he wouldn't rest until he had found some revenge.

Like David, Josh was filled with fear and anger and tried to resist, but wisely calmed down a bit when his cousin's dick pushed past his sphincter and started fucking him.

Shawn, the strong, tanned, part-Indian boy, respected as one of the Mackey alpha-males, was after his initial protests remarkably calm. He looked almost proud to stand up and walk to the bench where David and Josh before him were bent over and fucked for the first time.
Alan, looking at the spectacle from the benches at the side of the barn, smiled approvingly. He recognized from the past the strong Indian community tradition of bearing your fate, and turning your burden into a community contribution with pride. And the fathers and boys noticed as well.

Unlike David and Josh, Shawn looked back to see who was positioning himself behind him, and saw Jimmy Mackey lining up, ready to go, and he smiled and nodded to signal he was ready for it. He let out a soft whimper when Jimmy's dick passed his anal muscle, leaving the watching boys and men wonder whether it was in pain or lust. When Shawn started moving along with the thrusts, only a few spectators doubted that he actually enjoyed this.

Jimmy enjoyed it as well. He had witnessed David and Josh being turned and just plain fucked. This was different. It was almost making love. Instead of standing upright behind Shawn, he even bent over, letting his chest rest on Shawn's warm back and fondled Shawn's balls and quickly growing dick.
A breathless audience saw the two boys reach their climax, Jimmy unloading in Shawn's butt, Shawn spraying a substantial amount of semen on the floor and the bench.
By the cheers from the watching boys and dads, it was clear that this was the performance, which makes a bottom not just a bottom, but also a true Mackey Community Bottom, respected by everyone, users and non-users alike.

 

The three boys served for three years, and there wasn't a boy in the county who hadn't experienced a bottom's mouth on his dick or a bottom's interior from the backside, or both.
David and Josh remained ever reluctant. In the beginning, David sometimes even aggressively discouraged boys to use his butt, until his father stopped him, telling him that acting this way could eventually cost him his position as a Mackey. And he had a lot to lose, being the Second Son of the Second Son, the heritage position Alan had created in his Mackey Trust as the family line of ultimate beneficial owners of his wealth.

 

During their three years of service, every year a Choosing ceremony took place, but no boy was turned. Three was enough.
But in 1877, three younger boys, who clearly were instructed to accept this as an honor, the right thing to do for the community that eventually will pay off, replaced David, Josh and Shawn. The negative connotation of being a bottom as punishment slowly but surely disappeared.

The next year, another boy was turned. Not so much to fulfill a growing need, but the dads acknowledged that it would be better to add a youngster every year instead of replacing all 15 or 16-year-olds at once.

 

 

 

To be continued...