Mackey Tales: The Lost Tribes of The West – Chronicles 3
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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.
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The new influences
Over the years, there were several exchanges with the Mackeys from Indian Spring, and the Mackeys of the West even adapted some of their rules and customs.
One of these changes by the end of the 50s', was in the set-up of the Council. Previously, the Council consisted of some young men, but the majority was still in their early 30s, and under close watch of an older Board member. This has been changed to more like the Indian Spring set-up and with a voting procedure to select new members. The Council was now holding 5 older boys, 17 to 19 years of age, and they instantly started to change some rules. The long existing Indian Spring custom of giving checkmarks to boys that could not behave themselves during the Choosing was introduced, and the way of voting as well.
The Missouri Mackeys always used to have a quite simple way of voting, which was just a bunch of boys standing in a circle and voting boys wandering around, feeling them up, poking in the butt, and then cast a vote on a piece of paper. This changed in a way resembling the Indian Spring approach. Boys were now bent over a bench during the Choosing ceremony, naked, and not allowed to speak or protest, at risk of getting a checkmark. They quickly learned a checkmark was something that should be avoided.
With these rules changed, it altered the whole perception of the Choosing. Being bent over a bench, getting checkmarks that obliged the boys on the line to give blowjobs as a punishment (and with enough checkmarks you could also be publicly fucked, even when you are not chosen as Community Bottom) was something new, and gave the Choosing a negative connotation where it already was a quite stressful tradition.
The Choosing used to be a quite simple community burden for every boy; but now it turned in a more political arena where boys tried making deals to get off the list of participants for a Choosing by offering privileges, even such as proposing a fuck to a Council member as a bribe to get an exemption. Even worse became the practice of organizing voters to target one specific boy to spare another, or as a kind of punishment.
The most disrupting practice became the possibility for a boy to "own" a bottom for himself or for a specific clan or group of families under the new rule "the first who entered a boy and shot his cum in this boy's ass, owned that ass". This all led to several skirmishes between the clans, and whereas the Choosing of Community Bottoms used to be part a tradition that united the Missouri Mackeys, it now turned into a divisive institution.
In this distorted atmosphere, Andrew (12), Nathaniel's second son - the boy who was conceived when his parents were too horny to resist a fuck themselves because of the voluptuous sounds their son Robert made when he was being plugged as a Community Bottom in the adjacent bedroom - was turned at the 1961 Choosing. It had never happened before, but now Nathaniel was the first father to have two of his sons turned. He himself had been a Community Bottom for only a short period, being eleven and not able to cope with it at such a young age, and had some difficulty with accepting that his son Robert was made a traditional Mackey Bottom. Now Andrew was Community Bottom as well, and even one of the boys who got an "owner".
Andrew's choosing was a set up from the beginning. Almost all boys from the Alan clan got themselves an exemption to get off the list, arranged special deals with voters to not vote for them, or have their dads give the Council some incentive not to make them perform blowjobs, or even public fucking. Coming from the Charles Clan, reputedly the clan who delivers the most bottoms, Andrew already knew his fate was signed at the beginning of the voting. With five checkmarks, one for just groaning a bit too loud when a boy harshly pushed his finger in his butt, he was destined to be chosen. And so he was.
The tradition was that the Council carefully selects the boy who would be asked to initiate a new bottom. Now it was changed into a random selection. However, this change was appreciated by the audience since they got a better chance to be one of the lucky guys. When a boy became a Community Bottom, the voters each would pick a number as well as the new bottom, and the guy that got closest to the new bottom's number won and would get to pop the new bottom's cherry.
Andrew, just chosen as a Community Bottom, was about to be bottomed for the first time. After the five blowjobs he had to give as punishments for "misbehavior" during the Choosing, the leader of the Choosing ceremony started the selection of the lucky boy to initiate Andrew.
Jake Weiberg lived deep in the woods on the outskirts of the South Territory and had not that many opportunities to visit bottoms. After he had gone through the Choosing, he wanted to use the bottoms of course, but they lived far away from his place. He tried to get some opportunities when he was on the school bus with one, and joined him when he got off the bus. In many cases, he learned that the boy was already booked and no longer available for him that day (or he had to wait until after dinner).
He had enjoyed watching all the naked boys bent over, naked, and he had fondled them good during the voting, especially Andrew. It has been almost three months since he had fucked a Community Bottom, and in anticipation of the Choosing, he had not touched himself for three day. Because of all this, he really wanted to be the first to fuck a new Community boy.
Once the master of the ceremony announced that Andrew became available for his initiation, Jake thought hard about the number he was going to choose. He remembered that Andrew was born on the 25th of the month, so he picked the number 25. He knew that was a simplistic thought but, hey, what the fuck. It was not going to cost him anything and just might make him the winner. He was lucky. It was indeed the number Andrew had chosen and Jake had won the opportunity to be the first to bottom him.
He was so horny from lack of sex that he immediately stripped and proudly showed his almost 5" dick to Andrew, who gulped when he figured there was no way out. He told him it would hurt but not nearly as bad as if it were some of the bigger guys fucking his ass. He then reminded Andrew of his bigger cousin Charles Mackey, at which he agreed it could have been much worse.
Jake grabbed the grease and lubed up Andrew's hole first, driving as much lube inside as he could. He then slicked up his raging hard-on and got between Andrew's legs. Spreading the boy's legs wider, Jake lifted Andrew's butt up, lowered himself to Andrew's body, and directed his cock to the virgin butt hole. Andrew started to tremble as soon as Jake's dick head made contact with his puckered butt hole. Jake began to push and finding it hard to enter the boy and he told Andrew to relax so it would not hurt as much. Eventually Andrew let go and Jake was able to push his cock into his ass. He slowly worked his cock in and out until his balls were resting on Andrew's butt. The boys in the audience saw Jake taking Andrew's cherry and they cheered enthusiastically.
Jake reached under the boy he just had penetrated and played with his cock while he allowed Andrew's hole to get adjusted to his rod.
After a minute Andrew nodded that he was ready, and Jake began to fuck Andrew's hole. He was so horny and Andrew was so tight and warm that he only lasted less than 5 minutes before he felt his climax coming. He blasted a hard long stream of cum deep within the boy's ass, and slowly pulled his cock from Andrew's tight ass and watched as it clamped shut saving all his nice warm cum inside his body.
Since the fourteen-year-old boy had popped Andrew's cherry at the Choosing, he was now owner of his butt; simply because he had the luck to bet on the right number and so being the first boy to deposit his cum in the new Bottom's ass. Boy, did he use his privileges. Besides his almost daily fuck, he could allow or deny other boys' access to Andrews's ass. He soon discovered that there were many horny boys wanting a go at Andrew and willing to make deals, varying from making school assignments for him, to plain cash.
That winter, after Andrew was chosen as Mackey Community Bottom and was being traded for a fuck on a regular basis, his older brother Robert got a son Cameron. Less than half a year later Simon Alan Mackey, the second son of Richard Alan Mackey was born.
In 1963, after the old Colin Alan had died and his second son Thomas Alan became the patriarch of the Mackeys, a rather large group of parents petitioned the Board to reinstate the old ways, or at least get rid of some real disturbing elements. Thomas – although not really the most empathic and socializing man in Mackey Territory – was sensitive enough to start undoing some of the changes. He certainly knew that keeping the recent changes could lead to an uprising, which could cost him, and likely his son Richard, or even his baby grandson Simon Alan in the future.
During the following years, many of the previously imported rules were softened or abolished altogether. The most important change Thomas and the Board introduced was the rule that a Choosing, and being Mackey Community Bottom never was to be a punishment. Being made a bottom for misbehavior or even a general disliking was no longer allowed. Being bottom was to be a respected – albeit not very much sought after – position in the Mackey Community.
Every by-law that has been added or copied from the Indian Spring Cousins that had some element of punishment or deliberate humiliation, was changed or removed completely. The checkmarks during the Choosing, bending over a trestle and the initiation with more than one fucking – sometimes even 4 - were abandoned and the possibility for bottoms to file complaints about abuse was made much easier. The biggest punishment now was the prohibition of using a Community Bottom for a certain period. And that did change a lot, especially after Eric Richter and Justin Mackey from the North Territories were the first to receive the punishment. They were banned from using the Community boys for 1 year after they had organized a public fucking of two of the youngest bottoms, inviting not only 12 Mackey boys to fuck them, but also invited some girls to watch.
With a more active disclosure and some improvements of the Trust benefits that were made available by Alan in the 1880s for current and former Community Bottoms, together with the possibility to choose to go through a Choosing at either age 12 or 13, the Choosing soon became a more festive community happening, with only the moms, sisters and the BBQ missing. Being a Community Bottom became an honorable service. Well, in the eyes of the dads that is, when they realized that the Trust supported former Community Bottoms with generous scholarships, housing, health-care, low-interest loans, and the occasional legal support. The Community Bottoms themselves thought differently, of course.
Gay boys
However peculiar the Mackey traditions and rules may seem, they were effective. Teenage pregnancy was virtually non-existing, as was homosexuality. Of course, there had been rare occasions when a girl (and usually a boy too) suddenly moved out to another part of the country and the parents withdrew from everyday life ashamed. Then everyone knew. Homosexuality, well, that was not really an issue. Could not have been a big deal either: every boy was pushed to boy-on-boy sexual activity to avoid teen pregnancy. Bottom boys were available and they used them, they could have been one themselves. Sharing blowjobs was at moments even more common than using your right hand. Only the alpha-male top boys stayed away from taking the bottom position, but many a boy – if only to try and to experiment – had a dick up his butt. Moreover, when a Community Bottom boy had served his tour of duty, even then boys and young men kept asking former bottoms for some relieve when their girlfriends – or wives for that matter – had their period, or were pregnant.
Not surprisingly, there were indeed some boys barking up the wrong tree. Once a boy has been through a Choosing, it usually did not take long to see some difference in behavior. Every now and then, a boy who wasn't even an official Mackey Bottom would take it up is ass for his own pleasure. Whereas most boys considered this experimenting, everyone knew there were some boys who really longed for another boy. And it was accepted. Well, not very openly, but hardly any boy was harassed – at least in public – which was way better than the public moral in the rest of the world and especially in conservative small town Mid-West.
In this relatively safe environment in the Mackey Territory two 14-year-olds, Austin Richter and William Mackey, developed a crush on each other way beyond the pubertal sexual relieve play. Two years ago, they went through the 1967 Choosing, much to their relief without being selected. But, it was not for long that they started to play with each other instead of the available Community Bottoms, and that did not go unnoticed by other boys.
It was summer now; the 1969 Choosing was just a few weeks ago and the traditional horny atmosphere amongst the young male Mackey population that hung in the air after a Choosing has had its effect on Austin and William as well. As usual during the summer holidays, William came to Austin's house for hanging out, roaming the woods near the creek behind their farm, or just listening to some records or the radio. Taking advantage of his dad at work and his mom out for groceries, Austin directed William to his room, pushed him over to his bed, kissed William on his soft lips, and tenderly stroked his cheek. They have been making out like this for weeks now, and without having to speak about it, they knew they loved each other, not in a childish way like schoolboys, but deep, true love.
"You're hard," Austin whispered, "wanna play?"
"Hmmm.." William grunted at the feeling of Austin's hand stroking his boner through his shorts.
"That's a yes, I guess," Austin asserted, grinning, and he started to open William's shorts, reached inside, under the waistband of his undies, and took his warm shaft in his hand.
William sighed and relaxed, enjoying the feeling on his dick. He lifted his bum to allow Austin take off his clothes, and tried to open Austin's shorts, which did not go easy. Austin unbuckled his belt, but William stopped him.
"Wait, lemme do this," he whispered with a husky voice. He made Austin stand up, and he slowly opened his shorts and let them fall at down Austin's ankles, and teasingly playing with his index finger along the elastic band of his briefs, almost but not quite touching Austin's throbbing boner.
When he finally pushed Austin's briefs down, he looked up, as if questioning, "shall we do it?" Austin just smiled, and flopped next to William on his bed, reaching under his bed and with a big grin showed William a jar of Vaseline.
"I want you to do me this time," Austin suggested, and handed William the Vaseline. William smiled and kissed Austin on his nose. "I'd love to."
It was not their first time, and they had swapped positions before, but Austin really liked to be bottom. He sometimes regretted he wasn't turned at the Choosing. But then again, if he put his butt up in Mackeyland, he could have any boy. William prepared himself and Austin with the Vaseline, and made Austin lay on his back. "I want to see your face, your reaction when I enter you, to kiss you and see your face when I touch your spot."
And with that he aligned his dick and slowly pushed it in, looking at Austin's face. When he was completely in, he waited a moment and kissed Austin. "I'm going to fuck you now, OK?" Austin nodded.
It seemed like the harder William drilled his hole, the more passionately Austin groaned, almost as if he was operating on the sheer instinct of a pussy boy. In fact, he was in such a state of ecstasy at that moment, that Austin couldn't even bring himself to stop groaning when his mother appeared in the doorway, startled at the scene that was unfolding in Austin's bed. Austin locked eyes with his mother for what felt like an eternity, but he was too far-gone to stop what was happening.
He knew she could see William's dick running in and out of his puckered hole, glistening with precum and Vaseline. She watched his butthole, which was flexing and blooming continuously as it accepted thrust after deep, sinful thrust of cock. He realized that she was still watching him as he shivered with pleasure, moaning with a submissive inflection for his lover, while she had her eyes locked on his dick, which was sticking straight out from its bush and tingling all over while he indulged in the shameless act in which he was willfully participating.
When she closed the door, it was almost as if she was acknowledging that her son was a pussy boy. She could see that he was eagerly receiving cock, but that he was not making a move to play with his own dick. She could hear his horny moans and William's grunting as the boy plowed her son's butt. She realized that Austin was taking nothing but pleasure in being butt-fucked and that he was a submissive bottom whose lust overtook any inhibitions that he might have had, even in front of his own mother. When William made his last thrust in Austin's butt and released his cum deep in him, Austin embraced him and kissed him, knowing that now his mom, and soon his dad too, would know he was not just a horny boy playing with a friend, but a queer, a homo. But he also knew that his parents would accept and love him the way he was.
By the time William went home, Austin had a well-serviced rear end that was leaking cum into the seat of his cargo shorts. When his mom noticed that his butt was soaked with sperm, she calmly told him to go back upstairs and take a shower. He undressed and she picked his shorts and underwear up from the floor, holding them up and examining their moist contents for a moment while he watched. She gave him a long, thoughtful look, and then she bunched them up in a towel and carried them to the laundry room.
Although they never acted openly as lovers, never holding hands in public, let alone kissing, it did not take long for the Mackey community to learn that William and Austin were an item. Even the girls knew, and just accepted it.
One sunny day, they were roaming through the woodlands, not far from the pond where other boys were skinny-dipping in the warm summer breeze. It was only after a couple of weeks that Austin had told William that his mom had seen them fucking. William was shocked at first. But when Austin reassured him that there was no problem since his mom never mentioned it when William came to his house after the incident, William relaxed and accepted the fact that their relation was now public in Mackey land.
Enjoying the sun, Austin sighed, "I wish we could make love here in the woods."
William grinned, pulled down his zipper and hinted "I've got my dick in the ready position."
"Yeah, but people use this trail a lot and the guys are swimming near the pond, over there."
William unbuckled and pulled down his shorts and boxers, exposing his teen hardon. "Not so much on a weekday. Come on, dude, I know you want it." William slowly stroked his leaking cock.
Austin didn't need any more urging from his teen boyfriend. William watched as Austin pulled his shorts and briefs down. "Fuck this having our pants down at our ankles shit."
He bent over and untied his shoes, giving William a good look at his anus. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his shorts and briefs. He was now naked from the waist down except for his socks, his cock throbbing with excitement.
As William took off his shirt, he detected movement down the trail. His heart rate shot up until he saw the two boys scurrying behind a tree were two Mackey boys, Ned and Gary. Gary stepped out from the behind the tree, gave William a thumbs up to indicate that he and Ned would be guarding the trail, and stepped back.
Austin watched William strip naked, socks and all. While Austin pulled off his socks, he suggested they might want to find some privacy. "Let's at least go behind that bush over there."
"We're okay," William assured Austin. "I got a glimpse of Ned and Gary, they followed us for some reason, and Gary gave me a sign they're going to keep anyone from coming up the trail."
"You mean they're going watch us?"
"Better two friends from the Mackey community than two strangers." William did not intend to suggest that not fucking on the trail was an option as well.
"Gotcha," Austin grinned.
"Let's do it doggy style so you don't have to roll in the dirt."
"Great idea. Thanks for suggesting it." Austin knew that William wasn't fond of doggie style since he liked kissing and making out when they made love, but he loved him for being so considerate.
Even with Ned and Gary keeping watch, the lovers knew they had to be quick. But since they were both so horny, that wouldn't be a problem. "Aren't you embarrassed doing this in front of Ned and Gary?" Austin asked.
"No. Like I just told you, they're our friends and are Mackeys, plus they are doing us a huge favor by looking out for people coming our way,".
While William and Austin played their lustful play, Gary and Ned at first just peeked a few times, but ultimately forgot their guard duty and stood unashamed looking at the lovers and their play, stroking their boners through their pants.
"I really do love you," William whispered softly so only Austin could hear, "it isn't just the sex." He kissed him tenderly on the lips and peeked at the on looking boys. They just smiled and headed back to the pond, leaving the lovebirds alone. "I know. I love you too, and never let you go."
The Seventies
The Sixties went, the Seventies came, and as in the rest of the nation, it came with joy and pain. Although the region was nothing like hippy California, or liberal New York, the Flower Power freedom seeped into daily life in the Mackey Territories. Even smoking pot became a trend amongst youngsters. Fancy cars to impress the girls, more relaxed movie ratings, more money to spend. Life was getting better and better.
However, the war in Vietnam took its toll, and several young men who were drafted did not return. Andrew, Nathaniel's third son, chosen as Mackey Community Bottom in the 1961 Choosing was drafted, and didn't make it back home alive. His father, Nathaniel, was devastated. First two of his sons had to serve as bottom, and now he lost one in a senseless war.
Business was booming for the Mackey Trust, for a substantial part due to the sale of plots of land near the lake, causing an influx of new families in the Mackey territory. Not only tourists staying for the summer flocked Mackey territory, but new permanent residents as well. It stirred the traditional Mackey community, which feared that these newcomers would change the traditional Mackey life with the peculiar Mackey traditions. Even some Mackey families found the courage to protest, but were bluntly ignored by Richard and the Board. This turned out to be the seed for revenge in an unprecedented way, which would eventually come back at Richard through his son Simon.
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It was early June 1973, just a week before school ended, that Richard Alan Mackey had the duty to have "the talk" with his eldest son Matthew. After dinner they hung lazily in their comfortable chairs on the porch enjoying the warm evening when Richard scraped his throat and uneasily began:
"You know, Matt, now you're 12 ½ years old, well..., eehh, ..."
Matthew looked up, a bit surprised. Normally his father as head of the clan wasn't so hesitant, uneasy even. However, he was not stupid and he already had heard some Mackey boys talking about the Choosing , so he instantly knew were this was heading.
"Yeah dad, I know" he responded, a little twinkle in his eyes. He had heard about the Mackey tradition of the `Choosing', although no one would tell him what that exactly was all about. But he understood that it was some kind of rite of passage, and to be honest, it sounded exciting. Finally, he would be admitted to the group of true Mackey man and got some privileges. At least that was what he made up of all the rumors.
Richard looked up at his son, surprised. He knew?
"Well, what do you know then?"
"Ehm, a ceremony, a choosing or something, and then you belong to the Mackey tribe?" he hesitatingly answered.
Richard realized that Matthew might have heard some rumors, but not all ins and outs, so he checked a bit further to see what Matthew actually knew.
"Oh, and what kind of ceremony? What do they do?"
"I don't know," Matthew answered, "but the older boys said they all went through it and it was sort scary at first but fun in the end."
Richards chuckled at the unintended pun in Matthew's conclusion, but he knew he had to disclose the essentials.
"Yeah, that's right. Everyone has to go through a Choosing ceremony. Well, it's not an obligation per sé, you can opt out, but so far, everyone went through it. Lemme explain."
He sat down and told Matthew the bare minimum he had to know. He told no details about the ceremony itself, only the basics of being chosen as bottom and the reason behind this. Matthew was stunned, and quizzed,
"So I have to go, and could become a bottom boy?"
"Yep, if you're chosen."
"You're kidding," he exclaimed in unbelieve.
"Nope. It's been here for over a hundred-and-twenty years. And we're all part of it."
Richard went on explaining the history, his place in the clan, the heritage, and tradition. When he was done explaining, Matthew sat with open mouth, staring at fields, not able to say a word.
Richard tapped his son on his knee and concluded, "I know it is a bit to take in at first, but now you know, you'll also come to realize that every older boy and man here has gone through it, survived, and even be a better man for it."
The next couple of weeks before the Choosing, Matthew tried to get as much information about the ceremony as he possibly could. However, the tradition and its rules about confidentiality were strong and he only did learn about the other boys who would attend, like his best friend Philip, and Cameron, the son of his father's friend Robert Mackey, but no one spilled any of the secrets.
Philip was very nervous. He was afraid, no, he somehow even expected that he will be chosen as Community Bottom, and just days before their Choosing ceremony, softly crying, he told Matthew how worried he was. Cameron on the other hand was seemingly relaxed. Well, maybe not so much relaxed as well as surrendered to the idea that he likely would be selected, as if he knew more. Later, he told Matthew that his father had told him about his chances, but also the family fate of always having a bottom boy in each generation. Even that his own father was one, frequently used by Matthew's father.
So, that dreadful morning, Matthew, his close friend Philip and Cameron, together with their dads took off in the truck to the Mackey Woods near the river. This was the place where they held the Choosings every year, ever since the structuring of the Mackey Trust in the 1890's. There were already some cars in the field were the Woods began. They got out and walked the path leading to a clearing, just a mile into the wood. There was the old Alan Mackey cabin with a later built tavern attached to it, and some two hundred yards further the fireplace and the stage.
It was at that place of Mackey tradition were fathers witnessed from their place in the tavern how their sons were being examined, touched and some of them eventually publicly fucked once they were chosen as Community Bottom.
On their way back home later that day, the three men and the three boys were silent. Richard was relieved that Matthew wasn't chosen, Robert and Cameron sitting next to each other with their faces expressing their surrender to their fate. And Philip with red, teared up eyes on the brink of crying with his father's arm around him.
Indeed, Philip was selected, not with the most votes, but still. Matthew was even given the honor to be the one to break Philip in making him officially a Community Bottom, to his own astonishment. He was asked to fuck his best friend in public at the Choosing ceremony. That was unheard of. Usually, they would hardly ever have new selected bottoms to be publicly penetrated by friends - or enemies for that matter - just to avoid shame or revenge. Only later he learned that Phillip himself had asked for Matthew to have him pop his cherry, as he trusted him to do it slowly and not hurting him, or bragging about it afterwards.
With two of his closest friends being Mackey Community Bottoms, Matthew was more confused than happy. Where many boys took their turns on both Cameron and Philip, Matthew could not bring himself to using his friends, even when they insisted that it was OK, and that they even preferred to have Matthew fucking them instead of some horny hillbilly Mackey. It was only after almost a year since their choosing, that Cameron and Philip finally seduced Matthew during a sleepover at Matthew's house, when his nearly 12-year-old little brother Simon was away at his first Boy Scout camp-out.
A week later, when Matthew and Simon were off to their room and their mom and dad were sitting in the living room watching a show on TV, Richard's wife hesitantly began, "Simon will turn 12 in just 4 weeks, Richard, shouldn't we start talking with him about, well, you know...?"
"You're right. It's about time. But, to be honest, what do you think? Is he ready? You see, he's not that developed for a 12-year-old, not as much as Matthew when he was up for the Choosing."
"He is smaller, yes, and he's also younger. Matthew was 12½ at that time, for Simon it will be only just 2 weeks after his 12th birthday."
"Maybe we should check him out first, we can postpone it until he's 13, remember?" Richard mused, "But he should know about the tradition anyway."
His wife nodded. "The last time I've seen him naked, there was no sign of puberty, he looked just as if he's still 10. And unlike Matthew, I've never found stains in his sheets, or crummy socks."
"I'll check with Matthew, maybe he has seen his brother doing, eehh,... well, you know..." he sighed, got up and went upstairs. He peeked in the boy's bedroom, and signaled Matthew to come.
At the questioning look from the boy he winked, and signaled "just a quick question, come." They went downstairs.
"You know Simon's birthday is soon, and then he's 12, eligible for the Choosing," he began. Matthew nodded. He had already thought about that. He was not sure if his brother was ready for that, if someone ever could be ready for such a thing anyway.
"Your mom and I are concerned about the upcoming Choosing, maybe Simon isn't ready, you know, not in puberty and all..."
Matthew nodded understandingly.
"So, may I ask," Richard continued, "have you ever seen Simon doing, ehhm... well,... you know..."
"Rubbing one out, you mean?" Matthew finished the sentence, "No, I haven't. At least, I haven't noticed, and we've never talked about it, either."
"Well, OK, thanks. Sorry for the indecent question, but I need to be sure if Simon is ready for it. He is much younger than you were at your Choosing ceremony, and obviously less developed."
"Yeah, he's still my baby brother. Not sure what will happen when he has to show up at the Choosing." Matthew pondered.
"I'll talk with him as required, but maybe it's better to skip this year," Richard said after a moment's reflection, "Unless he really wants to go, of course."
Early the next morning, Matthew woke up and noticed that Simon already got out of his bed. At the top of the stairs, he saw his father's newspaper already sitting on the shelf beside his bedroom door and smiled. His baby brother was always out to please, and he knew that their dad would want to take the paper into the bathroom for his morning routine on the throne. He quietly went downstairs and the sound of cartoons alerted him to his little brother's activities. He peeked into the living room.
The room was dark, save for the images flashing from the TV set and the light that was beginning to break through the tiny, almost imperceptible gaps between the blinds that covered the windows. Standing in the entryway, 13-year-old Matthew was scratching an itch on his arm as he set his sights on the little boy who was laying on his stomach, watching Saturday morning cartoons, his newly built LEGO toy truck within reach. It was no surprise for him that Simon was up before the rest of the house. He was usually the first to rise.
From Matthew's spot in the doorway, Simon's bubble butt looked especially enticing. Dressed in a white t-shirt and briefs, the 11, soon to be 12-year-old seemed to be blissfully unaware of how he was filling out the seat of his white undies. His chin was resting in his hands, propped up by his elbows while his eyes stayed fixed on the TV. His head tilted back, highlighting his messy dark hair and the cowlick that formed right at the crown. From time to time, his feet would wave in the air as he dangled his legs almost unconsciously, flexing his calve muscles. Seeing his baby brother on the floor brought an instant smile to Matthew. He felt a shiver run down his bare legs that caused him to arch his feet. The youngster reached down and adjusted his five-inch erection, which had taken the shape of a banana in the pouch of his own white briefs. As if he were in a trance, Matthew made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself before joining his brother in the living room. He smiled at Simon when the boy looked up, and sat on the couch behind Simon, watching the cartoon.
"No. Definitely not going," he mused. The sheer thought of his little brother's cute butt up for a fuck gave him shivers down his spine.
Eventually, Simon had `the talk' with his dad. He was shocked when his dad filled him in about the Mackey tradition a few weeks before his 12th birthday, and his dad had explained what this Choosing tradition was all about. He understood the reasoning, sort of, and he agreed that boys should be kept from getting a girl pregnant. He had heard about the problems of teen pregnancy. But what laid ahead of him, this Mackey type of solution for the problem, he was not sure he agreed with that.
No, he absolutely did not want to go the Choosing this year; he could wait until he was 13. Even then, he thought. Why would it be a good idea to have your butt plugged by a horny kid?
He was equally embarrassed when his dad told him that he should stay away from any sexual activities other than with his right hand once he will be 12 and had decided to opt out for the next Choosing. No sex between boys (and girls, of course), and most importantly, make sure that no Mackey tricked him into doing things, regardless how tempting. If he would have oral or anal sex with a Mackey boy, he certainly will be turned. This was definitely not a conversation he'd ever imagined needing to have with his dad. Frankly, sex hadn't even occurred to him before, other than the big words boys were using without actually knowing what they meant. Masturbation? Oral sex? Fucked in the butt? Who? Me? Gross.
Simon skipped the 1974 Choosing, but before he realized it, the year was over, and in the summer of 1975 he was up for it. And, being the Second Son of the Second Son, he was assigned for both the North and the South Territories. Little did he know that, as a result of his father's greedy deals with developers and allowing new non-Mackey families join the Mackey community, lots of Mackeys from the South Territories wanted pay-back, to get even with his father for his insensitive rulings.
That year had an unparalleled number of almost 300 voters coming to the ceremony, and no less than five boys were turned. But the most astonishing outcome was that for the first time since David Alan was turned in 1874, a direct descendant of Alan Mackey, a Second Son of the Second Son even, was chosen as Mackey Community Bottom: Simon Alan Mackey. It didn't take long for everyone to understand this was the revenge many Mackeys sought.
He was one of the most sought-after boys for all his almost 5 years of service. But from all the Community Bottoms, he earned the most respect, and at 18, when he had his last fuck as a Mackey Community Bottom, he was already considered the most intelligent, wise and trusted Second Son of the Second Son the Mackeys knew.
Simon went to study at the Harvard school of business and got his master's degree from MIT Boston as well, before he went back to his Mackey roots in Missouri. He married a year after his return in 1988, and got three sons: Christopher in 1990, Joey in 1992, and Connor in 1994.
Life in Mackey land continued as if there was no other world. Everyone prospered the real estate developments in the Mackey-owned parts of the Ozark Lake shores, trading was booming and the fertile lands hardly ever knew a poor year. Events that shook the nation like the Gulf War and 911 terrorist attacks had no impact whatsoever, and business was at an all-time high.
After Simon's sons Chris and Joey had successfully gone through the Choosing in 2002 and 2004 without being selected as Community Bottom, it was quite a shock for Simon to learn that his youngest son Connor was turned in 2006. All the memories of him being fucked by, and giving blowjobs to virtually (no, literally) every boy in both Territories during these five long years came back to Simon, and haunted him in his dreams.
And Connor? Well, he seemed to be OK with it and even appeared to enjoy it, and in his 3rd year of service, barely 15, he came out to his parents as "gay". However smart Simon was, he did not see this coming, but every Mackey boy already knew and was happy for Connor.
THE END