Mackey Tales: The Lost Tribes of The West – Simon A. Mackey 11
This story is about sex between boys. It's a total fantasy. The usual warning yadayadayada applies. However, you've made it to Nifty/gay/young-friends, so you'd know by now and I won't repeat.
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This is my follow-up on the tales of the Mackey clan as created by Jonas Henley. Please have a look at the Introduction for reference.
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Dave and the Council
That fateful Saturday morning in November, Dave and his father showed up at the Council meeting in the old Mackey Tavern. When the boy and his dad entered, they were in a good mood, clearly expecting a nice meeting dedicated to grant Dave Mackey rights.
Dave was a little surprised to see Simon waiting in the hall and he nodded politely to greet him.
Simon didn't look happy. He was told to be ready for the hearing, and had to wait until called. He definitely didn't want to be part of this.
He sat there alone after Dave and his dad were asked to follow Thomas into the meeting room, until the door opened and to his surprise Lucas Richter, the 13-year-old 1974 Community Bottom entered, looking equally surprised.
"Hi Simon, you're here for the hearing of Dave's case as well?"
"Yeah, but do you mean, you too...he did it with you as well?" Simon uttered, astounded.
Lucas nodded.
"I thought it was just play. I let him, we had fun quite a few times. How was I to know that he would use that for getting Mackey rights?"
"You did it more than once?"
"Six or seven times, I lost count. As I said, it was play, we had fun. At that time, I didn't care. I even didn't realize it was prohibited."
"He didn't force you?"
"No. You?"
"He was with a group, he didn't ask, I couldn't refuse it. I certainly didn't volunteer."
Lucas looked pityingly at Simon and said, "I that case, Dave is done for. When the Council asked me, they looked a bit disappointed that in my case it was largely voluntary, they were clearly out to hang him."
When Dave and his dad entered the meeting room, they were welcomed by the Council, and the five men introduced themselves. Dave already knew Richard Mackey, the Chairman of the Council, and was glad to see that there was also a younger man, Thomas Mackey, who introduced himself as the "Bottom's representative". The Council appeared polite and nice, maybe only apart from Mr. Dale Richter, who came across as somewhat gruff and reserved.
Soon after everyone was seated, Richard opened the meeting,
"Today, we have Mr. John Thompson and his son Dave appearing before the Council, to request Mackey rights for young Dave, is that right?"
Dave and his dad confirmed, and Richard continued,
"Well, the procedure is that we first hear your motivation, than we have some other people for further questioning and then the Council will retreat for consideration and will come back with our verdict."
This was not quite what Dave had expected, but then again, what did he know. Off course, he was nervous, but more a happy sort of nervousness like for his birthday, eager to receive his presents.
But that quickly changed when the questioning began. Richard turned into a strict formal chairman, and especially Dale Richter shocked Dave and his father by the icy interrogation, going into details they never heard of. But Dave was most disappointed by the venomous words of Thomas. As a younger member, he expected him to be on his side, but that was obviously a miscalculation.
It took less than half an hour for Dave and his dad to realize that this was not going the way they had expected. Things got really nasty when Richard asked how he came to the conclusion that simply by fucking Bottoms he could become a Mackey. Who had told him that? Did the Bottoms gave permission? Dave now realized that what Gavin and Bryan had said was not the full truth, and that Derek as well had played a dirty game. And now they clearly want names.
"We'll take a short break, and then we will have someone to testify to your claim," Richard announced.
"What the fuck, dad!" Dave uttered as soon as they stepped outside, "I thought it was just making the claim and then they'll have to grant it. What is all this questioning about?"
"I'm not sure, but something strange is happening here. You noticed the difference between Mr Richard Mackey and Mr Thomas Mackey on the one side and Mr Dale Richter on the other side? It's like Dale Richter doesn't want to discuss about who told you that you can use a Bottom and so claim Mackey rights, while the other two were anxious to get a name."
"Yeah, that was strange, indeed."
"I think you'd better not tell any names until we know what they're after. There are obviously more rules than we knew about, and this isn't working in your favor."
When everyone had returned to the room, Richard kicked off the second part of the meeting by introducing Lucas Richter, one of the Community Bottoms Dave had fucked and was now his reason for claim to become a Mackey.
As it was already clear to the Council that Lucas had engaged in sexual acts with Dave voluntarily, there wasn't too much time spent. Just a few questions, to make sure everything was said and nothing relevant was withheld. Within 10 minutes Lucas was dismissed and left the room, muttering under his breath "...and they made me come all the way, just for this crap?"
When Simon was asked to come in, the atmosphere immediately became more vicious. It was obvious that, although the Council wanted to be without any prejudice, the men were smelling blood and wanted revenge.
Simon didn't hide that he was very reluctant to cooperate, and the questioning was far from smooth. To Dave's pleasant surprise, Simon refused to tell who else was there with Dave that day, claiming that it was not relevant for the assessment of Dave's claim.
Dave was hesitant to look Simon in the eye. It was a very awkward moment when the chairman of the Council, notably Simon's own dad, explicitly asked about the sexual acts they engaged in, wanting to know details he'd rather not had discussed with his dad nearby. He now realized that this was a snake pit, and by the way Simon stubbornly refused to disclose details, sometimes a bit angrily looking at Dave, he began to suspect that this is definitely not going the direction he wanted.
"Well, I think we can write down Simon's statement," Dale Richter concluded after Simon once more didn't want to disclose who else was there at Meisner's Cabin, "so, Simon confirmed that Dave Thompson did penetrate his anus and deposited his semen in him, right? And that there were four other boys witnessing this, four boys whose names Simon doesn't want to disclose. We have to take Simon's word for that. For the record, we have to explicitly state that Simon didn't gave permission, and that Dave didn't ask for permission."
Simon nodded. Although everyone here knew that he was a Community Bottom and knew what that entailed, the public mentioning before the Council, including his dad, of being fucked and having his ass filled with cum of the boy sitting in front of him was very humiliating, and he hung his head.
"Simon, if you stay with your declaration, we thank you, and you're dismissed for this meeting," Richard wrapped up Simon's testimony. Simon quietly left the room.
"Dave and John, the Council will discuss this matter now, so may I ask you to leave as well and wait outside until we call for you?"
The whole meeting there was a tension between Richard and Dale, and that didn't go unnoticed by the others.
"What is clear to me," Richard started, "is that Dave nor his father didn't have a clue about our rules and yet were told that Dave could stake a claim once he used a Bottom. This is something that they couldn't possibly have made up themselves. There must be a set-up of some kind." He gave Dale a venomous, insistent look and continued,
"I think we have to settle two things here. One is Dave's claim, the other is how react to this set-up."
"I don't think so," replied Dale in an icy tone, not blinking an eye, "it's just rumors, and both boys didn't want to discuss this, were not willing to mention names, not even of other witnesses, let alone culprits. If there are any. We have to stick to the one question, and that is about Dave Thompson's admission as a Mackey."
The men had some discussion about this, and it was clear to everyone that there was more to this than just Dave's claim, but there was no proof, only rumors. Three of the five men including Richard however thought that these rumors, enforced by the stressed but stubborn refusal of the boys to disclose names, should be further investigated, but especially Dale Richter was in a very defensive mode. Richard, knowing Dale's relationship with Old Will, and being warned by his dad, finally decided to let this go for this moment. He already had enough leads in the direction of Old Will and the two boys to pick this up later in time. And as for the names: he already knew all the names, thanks to Simon's notebook. He'd rather had Simon telling the names here than having to confess sooner or later that he secretly had peeked, but it is what it is.
"Okay then, let's focus on Dave," Richard changed the subject back to Dave.
It was unanimously decided that Dave had trespassed Mackey rules and that there should be a punishment for that. But opinions differed on whether Dave could become a Mackey. He was not a native Mackey, but had lived here for a few years now. The family was almost fully established, and Dave's father was a respected man, a specialist in plant seed breeding who had given the Mackeys' economy a considerable boost.
Nevertheless, Dale in particular was vehemently opposed.
"We can't allow newbies to become Mackey just like that. That John Thompson got a position and rights here way too easily anyway. I think instead of granting the boy Mackey rights, we should grant him any, and we should strip his whole family from the right they have gotten."
The men looked bewildered at Dale at his statement, but for Richard it was clear: Dale was together with Old Will in this, and it was all about revenge.
"I will not tolerate revenge being the ultimate argument for decisions here. The Board has decided on John Thompson's rights when he came to live here, the Council has no rights to change or weaken that. If the Thompsons claim Mackey rights, we should consider that without prejudice," Richard stated fiercely. The other Council members nodded in agreement.
Steve Mackey, the eldest of the Council, had watched and listened to everything that morning mostly in silence. He had also noticed that there was some tension between Dale and Richard, and now with Dale's comments along with his reluctance to investigating a set-up, he realized there must be something going on that Dale wanted to keep hidden. He disagreed in principle with the exclusion of the Thompsons, even though he had opposed the granting of rights to the Thompsons at the time.
"I think,..." Steve began, and everyone felt silent, "...I think that we can conclude that Dave by the nature of his dad's rights given by the Board and his willingness to become a Mackey, and the existence of the rules he applied to, he is eligible to become one. However, I know about the old rules stating that any boy who has anal intercourse with a Mackey boy will become a Mackey, but these were for Mackey-Community-born boys. As this is a case of trespassing, I think we should add conditions to it."
"What conditions are you thinking about?"
"All boys have to undergo a Choosing. So in Dave's case we should have some public event as well. We all know that more often than not boys who were known having sex with a boy before a Choosing, almost always were turned. In this case I think young Dave should be admitted as a Mackey, but first he should be in a Choosing, and if chosen, be publicly initiated like any other Mackey boy."
Dale Richter smiled. A Choosing with only one boy, one who has already fucked a Bottom? That boy will definitely be turned. Old Will had asked him to make sure that Dave wouldn't become a Mackey, only because he hated John Thompson and the way he had gained his rights, but once he would learn that Dave would become a Bottom, he'll change his mind. He suddenly remembered another thing, and he added to Steve's suggestion,
"I agree, that would be fair to all other boys who had to go through a Choosing. But as this is an obsolete and not much used rule, we should not forget that this rule also implies that the boy who becomes a Bottom will be owned by the first boy who planted his seed in him. So if Dave is chosen and is still a virgin there, than the boy who initiates him in public will own him. And as this is a punishment for trespassing and abusing a Bottom, that Bottom has to do the initiation."
Everyone was stunned. They didn't see this coming. Richard frowned his eyebrows. It was very suspicious that this was now suddenly brought up by Dale. This must have been thought about beforehand.
Steve shook his head. His is not the way he wanted to go, but he remembered the old rule as well. He hesitantly had to agree, but added:
"I don't like the idea, this is going to lead to dissension and quarrels, but yes, it is one of the old remaining rules we didn't abolish together with the others. I can agree, however, that is under the condition that young Dave has to serve for no longer than 2 years, if chosen. He was deliberately mislead, and obviously under threat to not disclose anything. He trespassed, but he was tricked into this. 2 years. Maximum."
Richard realized that this meant that there would be a role for Simon at the Choosing, knowing that with only one candidate, Dave's fate is signed. He was not happy, but he knew he could not make exceptions for Simon because his was his son.
"That will be our decision then: he'll become a Mackey under our conditions, or face litigation for abusing a boy sexually. We'll tell him that he has to go through a Choosing, with pretty much the same minimal information as the Mackey boys get. If chosen, he'll be informed that it will be for 2 years, and we'll inform him at that time about the ownership rules," Richard said and he let Dave and his dad into the room to hear the verdict.
"Dave," Richard said turning directly to Dave, "we have come to the conclusion that you, according to the Mackey rules will become a Mackey."
Dave sighed relieved.
"But there are conditions," Richard continued. Dave looked at him questioningly.
"You have used Mackey Community Bottoms. But you did so not being a Mackey boy. To have the right to use a Bottom you should be born a Mackey and have gone through a Choosing, which you haven't. The Council decided that in this case, using a Community Bottom in combination with the fact that you're not born a Mackey, you will become a Mackey once you have gone through a Choosing like the Mackey boys. It will be a Choosing like any other Choosing, except you're the only participant. All same rules and traditions apply." Richard waited a moment without disclosing what these rules and traditions were, and concluded:
"It's either this, or face litigation for abusing a boy sexually."
Dave had turned pale at Richard's words. A Choosing? He didn't know exactly what that meant, but it didn't sound good. What he did know was that this was the event where Bottoms were selected. Was this what they had in mind, making him a Bottom?
"Well, what will it be?"
Dave looked desperately at his dad who who looked pensive but just shrugged and gestured Dave to make his own decision.
"I'll do the Choosing," Dave said softly, defeated.
"Okay, noted," Richard answered and continued, "finally, I have a question of importance. Did you already had sex with a Mackey boy who has planted his seed in your anus?"
Dave couldn't believe his ears at the indecent question, but completely overwhelmed he shook his head.
"Well, in that case, according to the same set of rules that you applied to and allow you to become a Mackey, if selected as a Bottom at the Choosing, there will be special obligations, but these will be disclosed at the ceremony."
Dave and his dad were flabbergasted and didn't know what to say. They fully realized that there was no way out of this. They just listened when the Council explained at high level that there will be a Choosing in the Mackey Woods, behind this old Tavern, where the attending boys could vote for him, and if chosen, he will be a Bottom for the Mackey community. No details of the procedure, traditions, and rules were given, just like any other Choosing where the boy will find out at the start of the Choosing what's going to happen.
When Dave and his dad left the room after the Council meeting was closed, he saw Simon waiting for his dad. All the time during the meeting he had fought his tears, but now he couldn't hold it any longer and he started crying. He knew he was fucked. Well, will be.
He stepped forward to Simon and stretched his arm towards him,
"I'm sorry, Simon, I really am. I didn't know the rules, but I shouldn't have done what I did. I'm so sorry."
"What did they say?"
"The Council said I will become a Mackey, but there will be a Choosing, and if chosen, I'll be a Bottom."
"What !!! ? " exclaimed Simon not believing what he heard, "a Choosing? A Bottom? How so?"
"I trespassed the rules by fucking you and Lucas, and after that I applied to become a Mackey," he replied submissively, "and for that I have to attend a Choosing, and being the only participant, I most likely become a Bottom," he added softly, trying to avoid looking at Simon. "It was that of face a trail for sexually abusing boys."
"So they left you no real choice?"
Dave just nodded through his tears, turned to his dad, and quickly left the Tavern, leaving Simon stunned.
When Richard came out of the Tavern, he immediately saw that Simon had already heard the Council's decision and he looked not amused. Simon was perplexed when Richard explained that Dave was completely left in the dark about the details of Choosing ceremony, even though the Council knew that the boy didn't have a clue about the Mackey rules and traditions.
Simon went pale as a sheet first and then turned deep red with anger when his dad continued and told him that there was one other important thing Dave didn't know yet: the initiation, and the specific rules following that initiation if he were to be chosen. These old rules assigned the wronged boy to be the one to do the initiation at the Choosing, and thus become his `owner'.
Simon fumed.
"What?? No way ! I'm not gonna do that !" Simon shouted angrily. "This is ridiculous. And all in public, I guess?"
No way he was going to publicly fuck a boy because the Council tells him so, and certainly not as a punishment of some kind.
"I'm not going to be an executioner" was the only thing Simon said angrily on their way back home
***
Dustin finished buttoning his coat as he picked up his bicycle that he had parked against the shed at the back of Simon's house and lithely mounted the bike.
That afternoon, Tom and he had visited Simon to talk about the Council meeting. They visited Simon to support him, and were of course curious about what had happened, what was said and the Council's verdict was.
They felt sorry for Simon when they saw how exhausted he was. Whereas for them it was more like an exciting boy's story with bad guys and good guys, Simon was clearly very moved by everything, at times he even had teary eyes.
Beforehand, they had no clue of what the Council would decide; they more or less thought it was about a yes or no to becoming a Mackey. But the decision to make Dave a Mackey by going through an extra Choosing, which definitely will result in being turned as a punishment? That was next level, and it left them speechless for a moment. It was clear to them that this was absolutely not what Simon had expected, let alone hoped for. Dave becoming a Mackey? A Bottom even? They couldn't care less. But making Simon initiating Dave as a Bottom, an executioner?
Tom and Dustin saw Simon's struggle and were glad they visited him, to help him move on.
After Tom left, Dustin had stayed for a while longer, just being supportive, and they had hung out on the couch in front of the TV.
Dustin always found it relaxing to be with Simon, except for those moments when there was a knock on the door and yet another Mackey boy who was having trouble with his hormones, showed up. While Simon was doing his duty in his bedroom, he always went downstairs. He didn't really feel the need to stay, even though he was sometimes asked to do so. Apparently, there were guys who thought it was hot if there was a spectator watching while they fucked Simon. He didn't want that. Sure, he did get horny looking at two fucking boys, and deep in his heart he had a desire to play with Simon again. But actually he didn't dare to do anything with Simon anyway. He felt especially sorry for him. Being bottom is no fun, even more when it was this intensive.
That afternoon, while Dustin was lounging with Simon on the couch in the living room in front of the TV, their classmate Connor came to visit Simon.
Dustin had heard the voluptuous moaning from upstairs, unable to make out who it was from: Simon groaning from the thrusts of a hard dick in his butt, or the grunts from Connor who was fucking him and shooting his sperm deep inside Simon's bowels? It had made him horny though.
And now that he was on his way home, the horniness had not gone away. He looked at his watch: it was less than ten minutes to cycle home. Maybe paying a Bottom a visit to get rid of this pressure? A small detour to Cameron Mackey, the 14-year-old 1973 Community Bottom from the Richard-clan, to do something about his horniness might be a good idea.
Cameron didn't look very happy when he got to the door and Dustin asked if he had time for some action, but he knew he couldn't refuse and motioned for Dustin to come in.
"I'm upstairs, Mom," he called to the kitchen, "Dustin's here." There was an indefinable noise coming from the kitchen that sounded like his mother was saying something along the lines of `that's fine but don't forget your chores' or something like that, and they went upstairs.
Cameron pointed to his bed and asked, "what would you like to do? Would have me laying here, or do you want to do me standing up?"
Dustin had visited Cameron before, in fact, Dustin had become one of his more regular visitors, so he knew what he liked. At first he was really annoyed that Dustin kept coming over, often a few times a week, and that he almost always wanted to fuck, with only occasionally a blow job, but he'd gotten used to it. He had noticed that Dustin had mellowed a bit in recent months. At first Dustin was just a horny buck who immediately mounted him and wanted to get his pleasure as quickly as possible, lately he was actually tender, he took his time and also cared about him, even jerked him off once.
He saw Dustin hesitate.
"Blow job then? Then you'll be home in time for dinner," he suggested, hoping that Dustin would settle this time for a quick blowjob.
Dustin nodded. He might have preferred to stick his cock in Cameron's butt, but getting off quickly was fine for now, too. Actually, there was ample time before dinner, so that was not really an issue, but he went along with Cameron's suggestion. He took off his jacket and threw it over the chair that was already full of clothes, and sat on the bed, leaning back a little and waited for Cameron to get down on his knees in front of him and start to unzip his pants.
Even before he felt Cameron's fingers go over his fly, he already had a boner, in fact, his boner hadn't really gone away since he left Simon, but now he was full mast again. The skilled fingers had his pants open in no time and now moved between his shirt and underpants, on their way to the goal. He looked at Cameron's face, noticed his neutral, almost meaningless expression while he unhooked his now very hard boner from his boxers, and began to caress it gently.
While he was in ecstasy with the feel of Cameron's hot and wet mouth sliding over the heightened sensitivity of his knob, his tongue moving over and swirling around the head, Dustin's mind wandered to Simon. He had regularly visited other Bottoms and used their services, but somehow his longing for Simon kept coming back. Again, he could not suppress the image of Simon. He didn't get it. Was he in love? Or was it because Simon – unlike Cameron – was much more involved in the sensual game when they played their sex plays? Cameron clearly did exactly what was expected of him, but nothing more. Maybe it was just because Simon was familiar, a friend of years, that made it feel much more intimate. He began to desire him more and more.
Although Cameron tried his best, Dustin couldn't really enjoy it. To passively enjoy a blow job, he had to be relaxed, or concentrate on the nice feeling, but today he couldn't.
"On second thought, I'd rather take you from behind," Dustin said as he gently pushed Cameron's head away from his genitals and got up.
Cameron looked at him, annoyed, but turned around, undid his pants and dropped them with his briefs and went all fours on the bed.
"The lube is right there." Cameron said without enthusiasm, pointing to the side of his bed where a jar of Vaseline was waiting.
Dustin coated himself and the crack between the soft white buttocks in front of him. He saw that Cameron's opening was already relaxed, and it took little effort to squeeze his boner in smoothly.
"You are very loose today," said Dustin, observing his dick moving deep into Cameron with short thrusts.
"It was...umph... busy...mmmm... today," Cameron moaned between Dustin's thrusts, "you are...ahhg...number 3."
Dustin didn't react, instead he started with even more intensity and deeper strokes, moving his hard cock almost all the way out and then slid it back into Cameron's posterior in one motion. He looked down at the erotic sight of his cock moving in and out between the curves. He thought it was a horny image, even though it was a boy below him.
The idea that two portions of cum had already been sprayed into the channel he was now sliding in, made him extra horny, and it wasn't long before he felt his climax approaching. No, a blow job was nice, but this was way better, he wanted to be active, not lie passively to a climax.
The warm feeling on his cock, the gentle squeeze of Cameron's sphincter soon drove him to the point of no return and with a deep growl, he squirted the third load of the day into the Bottom boy who was kneeling before him with his nice round butt cheeks receiving his dick.
Both boys remained occupying the same position of the impaler and the impaled for almost two full minutes after Dustin's lasts thrusts and shots, until Dustin slowly came back to his own senses.
"Thanks, this was good, I really needed it," Dustin said selfish.
Cameron sniffed and said without much enthusiasm, "Good for you. I've had enough for today. 3 now. It's been quite a long time since I had more than one in one day."
"What's the usual number for you then?" Dustin asked while he wiped his dick with a cloth, pulled up his pants, and zipped his shorts.
"Usually one every other day."
"Ah yes, then 3 is a lot."
"I actually only had that number in the beginning, the first summer holiday after the Choosing. That was tough. But when school started again, that quickly became less, especially when a new batch of Bottoms arrived after the next Choosing. I'm in my last year now, and I mostly get newbies who like to fuck an older one. And a few older boys, men already, actually."
"Old as in...?"
"16, 17 mostly, sometimes 18 or 19"
"Wow"
"Well, those are usually the frustrated guys who can't get it done with their girlfriend and then take it out on my butt. And a few who secretly like it, rutting in a boy's ass."
Dustin chuckled, imagining it: one of those tough 16-year-old guys who was always bragging about his girlfriend, but in reality has to seek his pleasure in the ass of a Community Bottom boy. A bit pathetic.
From below came the voice of Cameron's mother who shouted that dinner was almost ready, and that they had to finish.
Cameron rolled his eyes, "embarrassing this, ah well, it's not exactly a secret what I do here with boys. It's more like a family tradition, to be honest."
Dustin looked at him, wanting to ask what he meant, but Cameron answered his unasked question,
"You know we're from the Charles clan," Cameron reminded him, "even worse, I'm direct descendant of Charles, one of the Founding Fathers of our tribe."
Dustin nodded. He had heard about the Charles clan reputation, not fully grasping what that entailed, apart from that this reputation was not envied in Mackey land.
"It's our fate, it seems. Sort of unavoidable. My dad was a Community Bottom, as was his brother, my Uncle Andrew, my granddad, great-granddad and so all the way to up William in 1850, first Bottom of the Mackeys of the West. We all feared that my little brother Rhett would be chosen in this year's Choosing, but fortunately for him, he wasn't. Unfortunately for me though, because now I have to tolerate him in my butt and cannot do him in return."
Cameron shrugged his shoulder and smiled his `but what can you do' smile, and guided Dustin downstairs and let him out.
On his way home, Dustin mused some more about Simon. He made up his mind to do it again with him. At a quiet moment, hopefully when Simon felt like playing as well. Not that he would let Simon fuck him, but the blowjob he gave him at the Labor Day party was much appreciated, and he was willing to repeat that, to have Simon enjoy the play as well.
***
Later that Saturday, Old Will showed up at Thomas Alan's house as requested. He already had an idea what the reason for Thomas' request was, as Dale had briefed him directly after the Council meeting that morning. He was not amused that the kid was admitted as a Mackey, he'd rather seen the whole family expelled from the Mackey lands because of the trespassing, but getting the boy turned was at least a small consolation. He parked his car and knocked on the door.
Thomas let him in and to his surprise, Gavin and Bryan were already in the living room, looking stressed.
As soon as Old Will sat down on the couch next to the two boys, Thomas Alan started without much introduction.
"I guess you have an idea why I've asked you to come here, but just in case you don't, let me be clear," he began in a tone that barely disguised his anger.
"Today, young Dave Thompson stood before the Council, because he has been told that he easily could become a Mackey by using a Community Bottom. We all know that this is not our tradition, at best a long forgotten rule, but no way near what we think is right." He looked coldly at Old Will, not blinking an eye when he continued,
"Besides setting this boy up, we know that the Choosing this summer has been rigged. You two," he roared, now looking directly at Gavin and Bryan, "you two were heard saying that you actively pushed boys to vote for specific candidates. And furthermore, we've noticed that there is some extraordinary activity around two specific Community Bottoms, mainly by boys from the South Territories, where you come from." Gavin and Bryan moved uncomfortably on the couch.
"Both Richard and I have had conversations with you about this theme. So far, you've denied having anything to do with that. But know that we are starting to question boys and their dads, and we'll let them know that we are aware of pressure on them not to speak up, but once we find out, they will have a big problem if we find out that they kept it hidden from us. I'm even willing to change the rules of the Trust to achieve that. So, for the last time: tell me what you did at the Choosing, the intense use of some Bottoms and this Dave business."
Old Will realized that there was no evidence, so he decided to bluff his way out, making clear what his position on this was,
"You very well know that's a just rumor, that's why nobody gives a statement. I'm not gonna let you threaten me, Thomas, it's the other way around. You are the one letting this Thompson dude, and some others as well, come to live here, granting him rights that are reserved for Mackeys just because he's good for your crops and plant breeding business. I tell you, if you don't stop this mock Inquisition, I'll disclose some information on you !"
Thomas Alan just chuckled a little,
"Yeah, you tell everybody what you did for me during the war, which was even more to your own benefit. I'm ready to face these charges. But you know very well that the Board until now always worked for you to keep the Feds out of your hair. That will stop immediately."
The two boys sat with open mouth while the two old giants were threatening each other.
Finally Old Will said, "I know damn well that this is only about you don't like it that your grandson is a Community Bottom. And you're just trying to blame innocent people for that. You know, Thomas, you're acting as if this is a murder case, which it isn't."
"It's not about my grandson, there is Brad Wilson as well being a victim of this manipulation, but more importantly, it's about the integrity of our tradition that is now soiled by this misbehavior, apparently driven by revenge for decisions you don't like."
"You think we did things?" he said in a taunting tone, laughing slyly, "Things happen, even without you knowing what caused it or who is behind it. What happens to the boy ..., see it as a message".
There was a brief silence, and his words hung heavy in the air,
"WHAT? " Thomas breathed through his teeth, almost in unbelieve, and repeated the words carefully, "Did you say: things happen, even without you knowing what caused it or who is behind it?"
He waited a moment before he roared at Old Will, "and you dare to threaten me by saying `what happens to the boy ..., see it as a message' ? A MESSAGE ??" he shouted.
Gavin and Bryan sat on the couch with faces white as sheets, but Old Will interpreted Thomas' outburst as a frustration, and just shrugged his shoulders with a mean laugh, and said, "come on boys, we ain't got nothin' further to discuss here," and he got up to leave.
While Old Will walked out of the room to the door, Thomas Alan quickly picked up a paper and wrote something on it. >From the kitchen, he took an empty bottle, and while he walked towards Old Will, he folded the note, put it in the bottle, and just before Old Will stepped to his car, said
"Will, you see that rock over there, at the bend of the road?" and he pointed at the spot over a quarter mile away, where the dirt road from his land reached the main road.
Not knowing what Thomas was up to, Old Will looked at the distant point and just nodded suspiciously.
"Could you please put this bottle on that rock over there for me?" and he handed him the bottle.
"Then what?" he grumpily asked, not pleased by this strange request from his now enemy.
"Just put it there. It'll become clear why."
Old Will took the bottle, threw it in his car and said, "come on Bryan, you can ride with me, I'm heading your direction. Gavin has his bike."
They took off in the car, and with his bike in his hand Gavin waited to see what Old Will was going to do.
"What an idiot, he's losing it," Old Will growled, still angry at the accusations, which he knew were true but still not proven.
At the bend, he stopped his car, stepped out, and walked with the bottle in his hand towards the rock as Thomas had indicated.
Gavin had watched, still with his bike in hand, as Old Will got out of the car in the distance, and put the bottle on the rock. But his heart skipped a beat when he suddenly saw Thomas Alan standing next to him with a professional sniper rifle, complete with scope and muffler, which he calmly aimed it at Old Will.
"I don't know what the old fool is up to, but I'm outa here," Old Will mumbled.
As soon as Old Will put the bottle on the rock and took a step back, with a sudden bang, the bottle exploded, and shards of glass flew about.
Startled, he stepped back and looked sideways at Thomas' house in the distance, where he saw Thomas lower his rifle. Dazed, he picked up the piece of paper Thomas had put in the bottle and read:
"Things happen, even without you knowing what caused it or who is behind it. What might happen to you....., see this as a message.
PS: I'll call Fergusson to come with his tow-truck to get you a new tire."
Before Old Will realized what the last sentence could mean, the front tire of his car suddenly popped with a loud thud, less than two feet from where he was standing.
After the second shot, Thomas Alan turned calmly towards Gavin who stood trembling beside him and said,
"You know, boy, my history with Old Will goes a long way back, but it stops here. He's done lots of good things but he's also done a lot that he doesn't want to get out in the open, and I've covered him all these years. But that's over now. He's toast. And if I were you and your friend Bryan, I'd stay away from him from now on. And one more suggestion: we know about the manipulation and your role in this Thompson situation. So you'll be given only one chance to come clean before we get the proof or people testifying, or you both will suffer the same fate as Mr Will Mackey is going to suffer."
Thomas Alan looked at the boy intensely and continued,
"off you go, and don't forget to tell your friend Bryan. I'm gonna call Fergusson for a new tire."
***
The days after the Council meeting were very busy days for Simon. The word has spread of course: things like this couldn't stay a secret very long. Everyone had heard that there was an extra Choosing upcoming, but details were not known. So, apart from sex with Simon, lots of boys visited him out of curiosity and tried to get some more information.
About half an hour after the third boy that Wednesday afternoon had left and Simon had just dropped on his bed, exhausted, his mom called from down the stairs that there was a visitor for him.
"Good Lord, is this never gonna end?" he groaned and got up, and went downstairs.
In the kitchen stood Greg Ellis, waiting at the kitchen table, looking a bit nervous.
"Hey Greg," Simon greeted him, surprised, and asked a little forced friendly, "how are you?"
"Can I have a word with you?" Greg responded, looking at Simon's mom who was busy in the kitchen, "in private?"
"Follow me," Simon said and the boys went to the shed.
"Simon...," Greg began, his voice trembling a bit.
Simon didn't know what to expect. When his mother called him, he thought there was yet again a horny Mackey for him, but when he saw it was Greg, he was alleviated. Not a Mackey, so no action. But he was now a bit uncertain as it looked like Greg was going to ask for his ass again.
Greg noticed the concerned look on Simon's face.
"I wanted to talk with you, Simon, I'm not here to ask for sex," Greg continued, although deep in his heart Greg knew that he wasn't sure if he could turn an opportunity down if it came to pass.
Simon sat back, relieved, waiting for Greg to tell him what's on his mind.
"I've heard about Dave," Greg said matter-of-factly. "I know I shouldn't know this, and don't ask how I got to know, but I want to talk with you about this. I'm worried that I'm next."
He sighed deeply.
"Had I known what the consequences would be, I'd never done that with you."
"We've discussed this before, and as I said, as long as nobody knows, there will be no consequences. I'm not telling anybody, and if you do the same, nothing will happen."
"Thanks. I really owe you, Simon." Greg started to relax and a faint smile came over his face. Simon grinned. He realized Greg had placed himself in a perfect blackmail situation, but he shuddered even at the idea. No, he loathed the idea of blackmailing someone, and Greg was a nice guy not deserving mistreatment.
"What is going to happen with Dave?" Greg asked concerned, "they say he will be a Mackey after a ritual, but they haven't said what that ritual entails. I guess it has something to do with that Bottom stuff you Mackeys have?"
"I cannot tell, Greg, you know that."
"I understand. I was just curious, because one of the rumors is that he effectively will be in the position you're in. And that rumor also was that it was you who was his victim." Greg looked at Simon to see his reaction, but Simon kept quiet.
"Is that true, Simon?" he asked empathetically, "I'd really hate it if some has done you harm." Greg waited a moment, and continued, "and to be honest, I'm still scared. I'm afraid that having done what I did to you, I will be next."
Simon sighed. He felt sorry for Greg for being so scared now, even if it had been mostly his own fault. He knew Greg wouldn't say anything, knowing he'd be next if it came out what he'd done to Simon. But he liked Greg. He was a good guy. Boyish raw, but with a soft touch to him, not girly, but still a bit of feminine caring behavior. He had often wondered why he had let him fuck him that summer day and later at school, but to be honest, he didn't regret it too much. It shouldn't have happened, but it was far from unpleasant either.
"You know I'm not allowed to tell you what I'm about to disclose, and you should know that if you tell someone, you'll absolutely suffer the same fate as Dave. I'll see to that personally."
Greg nodded. He understood the threat in Simon's words, but at the same time, he felt the trust Simon had in him to disclose a Mackey secret. He felt appreciated, and admired Simon for his empathy. No, it was more than just admiring. He'd actually known it for a while. Those hormonal changes that were now taking over his emotional life, and not in the way the other boys talked about it, made him he realize that he was mainly interested other boys, not girls. Nice boys. Like Simon.
"Dave had done the same to me as you have done. The biggest difference was that you asked, persuaded me and I'd let you, whereas Dave just did it to me, with a group of boys. And afterwards he claimed to be a Mackey based on what he did to me."
Simon paused a moment, looking Greg straight in the eye, and continued,
"Dave had to show up before the Mackey Council for his claim. Instead of being granted the rights he expected to get, he was interrogated about the whole thing and was found guilty of trespassing Mackey rules, and in his case even the normal civil rules. You cannot just fuck a boy, you know. So they decided to grant him the Mackey rights he claimed under the condition that he has to undergo our standard ritual, like any Mackey, or alternatively he'd face prosecution for the crime."
"Not really a choice, I guess."
"Nope. He had to choose before he got to know what the ritual would be. If he had known, maybe he'd have chosen differently," Simon smirked.
"You know what the ritual will be?"
Simon nodded affirmatively.
"He has to go through a Choosing ceremony like we all do, except in his case he is the only participant. Usually there are 15 to 20 boys, from which a few boys are chosen. Being the only participant means that they can only vote for him, so he'll become a Mackey Bottom for sure. And when chosen, he will be initiated publicly, like I was this summer."
"That means that he will be fucked in public?" Greg asked, shocked.
"Yep. The point is, the one who should do that, is the one who was his victim."
"Wait, that's you !" Greg exclaimed.
"Yup. But I don't like it a bit. There is even a bit more to that, but I won't go into these details. You know enough. So far, I've refused to participate. I don't want to be an executioner."
Simon sighed. He now even more detested the idea that he had to execute the verdict and had to fuck Dave in public.
No, he was determined to not do that.
"So, ultimately Dave will be a Mackey at the cost of having to serve as a Bottom?"
"Exactly." Simon looked at Greg, whose face showed bewilderment, "and that will happen to you as well, if you were to spill this information to anyone. And you should know that even Dave doesn't know what will happen other than going to the Choosing ceremony. So: lips sealed." he warned.
"Oh God," Greg uttered, "please Simon, you can trust me, believe me. You can even do to me what I've done to you, but please no Mackey Bottom, no public initiation."
Simon smiled, and reassured Greg that he should not worry, it's all in his own hands.
But for the first time in his life, Simon noticed a sense of power over someone. It gave him an unreal sense of satisfaction and at the same time the realization that a power like this could not simply be used for his own gain. For the first time he realized why his grandfather usually reacted so thoughtfully to all excitements and was never ready to give an opinion straight away or made judgements off the cuff.
Greg was stunned. He let it all sink in for a while, only slowly grasping this whole concept of Bottoms and punishment. He felt sorry for Simon, and at the same time was a bit angry. Why do people make boys fuck each other? Sex was supposed to be something tender and caring, in private? For him, this Mackey tradition was a strange combination of accepting and even stimulating boy-on-boy sex, homosexual behavior that was frowned upon at best in his world, while at the same time making it something involuntary.
He struggled with his forbidden longing for a boy and the desire to be part of the unabashed life of the Mackeys in this area.
This was more than he could handle. Lately he had felt the tension of his burning desire to have sex with a boy again, the forbidden act, in a world that wouldn't allow it, at the same time knowing that there was another world, very close by, that made all this possible. Oh, how he longed for this world, to be part of it: to be his true self, doing the things like he did with Simon, without any fear.
Simon noticed Greg's sadness and discomfort.
"You okay?" he asked in a low voice, smiling encouragingly to put Greg at ease.
Greg wanted to say something but his voice didn't work. He made a croaking sound, and broke down, crying.
"What's wrong, Greg?" Simon asked surprised by Greg's unexpected outburst. "You don't need to be scared. I told you. I won't tell anyone. You're safe."
Greg sobbed and wiped tears from his cheeks.
"I know, thanks," he whispered, "it's not only that I'm afraid. I trust you. It is..."
Simon waited for Greg to continue, a little surprised and unsure about this unexpected turn.
"...it's not about our secret," he sobbed, "...it's about this whole sex thing."
Simon looked at him inquisitive, not sure where this was going.
"This sex with boys. The sex we had."
"AH, I understand, yes, I can imagine that it is confusing for someone who is not a Mackey and hasn't grown up in our traditions."
"That's one thing, but the real confusing part is..." He sighed and looked down, "... that I really would like to be part of that life, participate."
"You mean, you want to have sex with boys?" The moment Simon asked, it dawned on him. "You mean, you are..."
But before Simon could finish his sentence, Greg almost shouted, "Yes Simon, I'm a homo, queer. I love boys, not girls," and he hung his head and let his tears flow.
Simon was flabbergasted. He hadn't expected this, and didn't know what to do next. He just stretched his arm towards Greg and said, "it's okay Greg, I'm okay with it. It's who you are. I won't think less of you. And if someone is bullying you because of it, I'll have your back."
Through his tears, Greg looked up at Simon and saw his stretched arm. He took Simons warm hand.
"Thanks."
***
Next episode:
How are the new Community Bottoms doing after more than 5 months in business ?
Will Simon give in and go along with the extra Choosing?
We readers know there is a set-up, but will our protagonists find any proof ?
To be continued...