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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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The extra Choosing 1975 – part 2
His heart skipped a beat when he looked at the scoreboard again. His fortune has turned: 89 votes `Yes' and 83 votes `No'. 52% against 48%.
Still 22 votes to go, but he his stomach clenched.
Brad, the 1975 Bottom from South walked up to Dave and tapped him on the butt.
"Hey man, looks like you're going to join us as a Bottom," he said with a mischievous grin on his face. "I'm a new Mackey myself, so for me it's good to have another newbie at my side spreading the burden a little. Maybe the teasing will decrease a bit." He looked at Dave waiting for a response, but Dave was too occupied with the voting to react.
"And it's also good that you're from the South Territory, that's where I'm from too, so if you're chosen, you can count on it that I'll be visiting you whenever I can," Brad continued, leaving out that Dave as a new Mackey could come to fuck him anyway, chosen or not.
Dave sighed. Looking at the scoreboard, he saw that 4 votes were added, 3 `No' votes, just 1 `Yes', closing the gap to 51% `Yes' and 49% `No'. It was reassuring that `No'-voters showed up to cast their vote, but he still was at the wrong side of the divide.
Now most boys had voted, some of them started to pick up the touching and groping, while other others, both for and against, enthusiastically jumped up and down in front of the scoreboard, shouting on top of their lungs to encourage the remaining voters to follow their choice.
In the next few minutes, 13 votes were cast and George rapidly changed the figures on the scoreboard as soon as the votes were counted and registered.
The boys got quiet for a few seconds as the tension reached a high when they saw the new result: 94 `Yea' and 95 `Nay', and only 5 votes to go. Almost a tie, but again, Dave was moving away from becoming a Bottom.
Dave felt that he could break down any moment. He tried hard to see who still has to vote, desperately hoping that he could signal them to vote `no', but he was interrupted by Tom and Dustin.
"We saw you talking to Derek a moment ago," Dustin said, "he looked shocked after you spoke to him."
Dave nodded, trying to have a glance at the voting table.
"We think by the way you talked to him and he reacted, it must have something to do with the set-up," Tom added, looking serious, "is that right? If so, we need to take him down as well."
Dave was desperate now. He was definitely not in the mood for having this discussion, certainly not now, and again he tried to look over the boys' shoulders to see the voting results.
Before Dave could have a proper look at the scoreboard, Thomas announced,
"Gentlemen, may I have your attention, please? The last 5 votes have just been cast and we've removed the scoreboard for our final tally, to make sure there are no mistakes. We'll be back in 10 minutes with the final score."
A cheer went up from the crowd, and slowly the boys returned to their places on the bleachers.
It took less than 10 minutes before Thomas, Andrew and George climbed the stage with the scoreboard covered with a blanket. The chattering boys in the stands immediately fell silent.
"Oh wow," Thomas joked at the unexpected attention, "so far I had to scream at you guys to get you shut up." The boys grinned, and one remarked `get on with it, we won't stay quiet for long', making the crowd laugh.
"It was a very exciting Choosing today. In the beginning it seemed that just about everyone would choose to make Dave a Bottom, but after the first round, we saw that a majority had their doubts about that. And during the second round, it has been a very close call all the time. I recall the last results you have seen: `Yea' 94 and `Nay' 95 votes, which would mean that Dave wouldn't be turned. So these last 5 votes really did matter. Anyone interested to hear the results?" Thomas joked.
The crowd shouted and laughed, making rude comments about this teasing, and from the corner of his eyes, Simon saw Dave almost faint in despair.
"It has been a very close call up until the end. Seeing almost as many 'Yea' as `Nay'," Thomas continued. "I've heard some of your discussions and arguments, and unlike other Choosings, everyone seemed to realize that it has not been about choosing a Bottom to have fun with for the next years, but more a test of community sense: could serving as a Bottom also mean a punishment? And should a boy who was misled, tricked into this by lies, be held fully accountable?"
The boys recognized this. Many took this Choosing very serious, although many also could appreciate Dave's soft bubble butt and the tight hole hidden deep in the cleft between the very white cheeks and let their hormones decide which way to vote.
Dave looked at his dad, and then at Simon. He knew, the die was cast.
"Well, I will no longer keep you waiting," Thomas said and gestured George to take away the blanket.
3 seconds was all it took to ignite a cheer that must be heard all over Mackey land. The boys on the bleachers jumped up and down, whether they had voted `Yes' or `No', everyone joined the cheering and clapping.
"For those who can't read," Thomas joked, "the final result is: 96 votes `Nay' and 98 votes `Yae'."
Dave sighed. His life as he knew it was over. He guessed that tomorrow Simon would come knocking at his door planning to take his virginity, and after him, a long row of horny boys.
"With this result, Dave Thompson is chosen to be a Bottom and will be a full Mackey after the initiation today," Thomas announced, and went on explaining to Dave what was to be next.
"Now you have voted for Dave to join the ranks of the Bottoms, the final part will be Dave's initiation: to prepare him for his service as a Bottom, and you know that our tradition is that the initiation will be here today, on stage."
He waited to see Dave's reaction, and when he saw that the boy looked a bit puzzled, he concluded,
"Dave, you will have to give a blowjob to one boy, and you will be fucked by another boy. Today these privileges will go to your victims, Lucas and Simon respectively."
Dave was shocked and turned pale. Giving a blowjob and being fucked? In public? Simon would be his first; he knew that, but right now, here? With his dad watching? With nearly 200 boys watching?
The boys in the stands cheered, knowing what was to come.
Dave couldn't breathe for a couple of seconds. He was going to be fucked, right here.
"May I ask Lucas Richter to come on stage for the first part of the initiation?"
Lucas was more than happy to comply, and quickly jumped on stage and directly started unzipping his fly.
Thomas signaled Dave to come forward. "Dave will now do his first performance today, maybe his first performance of this kind ever; he will give Lucas, one of his victims, a fantastic blowjob."
Dave tried not to look at his dad, sitting front row, but he knew he could never again look his dad in the eye without remembering this.
Dave had never given a blowjob before; he barely knew what it was. He knew that he had to take Lucas' dick in his mouth until he shot his cum, but how that exactly worked, he had no clue. Some boys at school had called it `sucking' he remembered, so he guessed he had just to suck hard.
Thomas gently pushed him towards Lucas and he dropped on his knees with his face inches from the opened jeans. Lucas didn't just drop his pants but took them, with his underwear and socks, all off, exposing his now very ridged cock waiting for the pleasure. He spread his legs as a sign for Dave to come closer and start his job.
Dave looked at the boy's dick, steel-hard and standing straight up over four inches, with a pronounced purple, swollen head, topping the shaft rising out of a tight nest of brown curls at the base.
He'd never been this close to a dick, and was feeling a bit nervous about this. It was bigger and more mature than he had imagined. Lucas' balls were large compared to his own and a few scanty hairs covered his balls as well, albeit in slight coverage, and thinner and shorter than the brown nest at the base of that dick. Dave tried to ignore his reluctance to take another boy's hard dick in his mouth, reached out, and grabbed a hold of the hardness with his left hand.
It was hard with a rubbery feel, and hotter than he expected. He gulped and had to control his breathing and try to look determined so that he wouldn't look like a small, inexperienced kid in front of all these guys.
Dave lowered his mouth, and felt the spongy fullness of the surprisingly smooth dickhead in his mouth and opened his mouth wider for the shaft that his lips and tongue found a few seconds later when Lucas unexpectedly pushed his hips a bit forward. Dave could even feel the head harden under his tongue as the shaft straightened and eased a quarter of an inch of flesh into his mouth.
Dave took his time getting used to the hardness in his mouth, and Lucas just moaned and seemed content to let the boy take all the time he wanted. Lucas ran one hand through Dave's hair and moaned out, "Ah fuck, you feel great! ... You're doing great, Dave. Do what you want, man, just ...fuck, that feels so good ..."
Dave was able to slide his mouth up and down the first 2 inches at this point.
He couldn't take in anymore because of a fear of choking, but every now and then he would bring his mouth up to swirl the dickhead completely with his tongue, moving the tip across and slightly into the hole at the top, causing the older boy to squirm almost uncontrollably with spasms.
Remembering that it was about `sucking a dick' he applied pressure with his lips and suction with his mouth, all the while playing his way with his tongue.
Dave concentrated harder on the dick, keeping more of the shaft in his mouth, playing with his tongue along the sensitive nerves of Lucas' almost bursting dick.
Lucas was on his way reaching orgasm and Dave knew it, understood it as his own masturbatory experiences would hint.
Lucas, meanwhile, was way too far gone to notice that the boy on his knees below him had difficulty to keep his lips over the now face-fucking dick. Even though Dave had never done this before, to Lucas it was already one of the best head he had ever received and had thought he would ever get until he met the sweet, lovely, caring boyfriend of his dreams.
Lucas was close to orgasm and his testicles were already drawing up to release all the semen that would be shooting shortly across the tongue and down the throat of Dave Thompson.
Dave felt the dick in his mouth expanding and he was glad that the end was near. He was definitely not eager for the end, the end that he knew would 'cum' eventually, in his mouth.
Lucas arched his hips slightly to pump Dave's mouth and then Dave felt it flowing in, shooting in really, and he tried to swallow, but more was coming up, and his mouth was getting full. It was warm, thick, somewhat slimy, slightly salty, and a bit more pungent than he was expecting.
But it was real and it was happening. It felt like cups of Lucas' semen. Semen, that kept coming. He swallowed automatically, continuing the sucking traction on the dick and reflexively moving the shooting cum down his throat. He swallowed the whole load, as he did so imagining the whole journey of the sperms down his throat and into his stomach.
Eventually Lucas quit thrusting, quit moaning and grunting with each ejaculation, and groaned some incomprehensible words with somewhat questionable complements on the amazing job that Dave was doing. After some more spurts, the jerks that Dave's tongue could detect in the dick began to die away; and Dave gave one last sucking slurp and pulled off the now slightly softening dick. Lucas kept his hands in the boy's hair, still holding his head and leaned over him, worn out and happy, and he said,
"Holy shit, Dave, look what you've done. Man, you were incredible, but ... wow ...look at him! Look at my little man," Lucas exclaimed, referring to his very slowly deflating dick. "Look at what you done to the little guy. He's all worn out and tired, but happy. Really happy."
The boys on the bleachers laughed and applauded.
Dave did look. There was a strange feeling of pride somewhere, pride that he had done this, that he had such power somewhere within him. His first assignment as a Mackey Bottom, and apparently he did a good job. He stared at the dick, still in a close up condition, as it slowly, very slowly, made its way downward, still mostly erect, but now more lazily pointing strait at him, moving to a position where it now pointed directly at his lips, straight out of the maturing patch of curls of the panting boy.
Lucas stepped back, looking a bit dazed and picked up his clothes. Dave got up and wiped his mouth, and accepted the cup of water that George handed him to rinse his mouth.
"Wow, that was quite a show, it really was your first?" the Master of the Ceremony asked.
Still trying to get rid of the taste of semen in his mouth, Dave nodded, much to the pleasure of the spectators. They loved to see virgin mouths and asses broken in.
"I guess the next act will be your first as well, right?" Thomas eagerly kept the audience happy. Again, Dave nodded, his face a bit worried this time.
"May I have Simon Alan Mackey on stage please?"
Simon knew what was to come. He didn't look happy about it. It still felt as punishment, with himself being an executioner. But he knew he had to do it, otherwise someone less scrupulous would take his place.
The Master of ceremony whispered softly close to Simon's ear, not wanting anyone to hear:
"He's yours Simon. As soon as you have entered him and put your semen in him, you are his `owner' under Mackey rules from today for the next 2 years. His hole will be yours. Finger it, screw it, whatever you want, as long as you know that you own it."
Somewhere deep inside him, it was satisfying to give in to lust, for once not be the one to carry the burden of responsibility and righteousness that seemed to be his inheritance. Just fuck this lovely ass in front of him.
He quickly opened his jeans and took them of, together with is briefs.
"I get to own this butt, this hole," he murmured to himself. "...Sweet..."
Simon moved his hands, one per cheek, up along each side, getting a full feel of Dave's ass, squeezing lightly as he went. He rotated his hands along the delicious orbs and went back down again. Dave waited patiently while his ass was felt up.
Simon whispered, "are you ready? Don't fight it, let I happen and it will maybe hurt only a little bit in the beginning, but not too long. Trust me, I know what it is, and I have no intention to make you suffer."
Simon took the jar of Vaseline and used one finger, then two fingers to open Dave up and grease him. His dad had told him that the human anus could stretch to accommodate a penis without damage or any permanent stretch, so long as it was properly prepared.
"Unnhhoohh." Dave moaned as he felt the insistent curiosity of the index finger snake its way into his virgin hole and run alongside the middle finger, both now plunged upward an inch and a half and more, stretching open his young opening
Dave tried to tune out the sound of the greasy substance being slathered over what was most probably the hard and wanting cock of Simon Mackey, the Community Bottom that would deflower him and was now leaning his body over his. Dave felt the heat of the closing space between their naked boy bodies the instant before he felt Simon sliding his hot bulging dickhead through the inviting crack until it rested against it's cherry center.
Simon put some pressure just at the spot right on the virgin center in Dave's crack and start to spread those already buttered buns apart.
He gulped when he felt Simon's very hard and warm instrument pushing against his sphincter, with soft moves tapping against his slick muscle. After a minute he was getting used to the thick roundness trying to push his gate open, waiting for the inevitable final push to begin the solid fucking.
Simon just kept his dick against the little brown pucker, pressing hard enough to make Dave feel it, but not hard enough to enter. Yet.
The notion that he now will take some boy's cherry, that he himself will not be a virgin anymore, made him hesitate a moment, but the good feelings from this warm cleft took over and he pushed, ready to enter.
Dave gripped the other side of the table and got ready as he felt the pressure against his tight muscle build slightly. He knew that within seconds he would lose his virginity. The head of Simon's dick filled the anal depression, until suddenly the muscle opened up and expanded around the glans, sucking the head in, to tighten again on the other side of the helmet's ridge where it gripped down on the shaft, making Dave and Simon moan simultaneously.
Upon hearing Simon and Dave groan, a boy shouted enthusiastically "he's in! " and the audience went wild.
Simon looked down at the creamy white cheeks, where his very stiff cock was now moving in and out the warm anal canal. He now fully understood why boys so loved to fuck a boy. It was a very horny sight, but an even hornier feeling; this moist and warm cleft where his dick moved around. He sighed, started pumping more vigorously.
"Oh man...," Simon groaned, "...sooo good."
The boys in the audience laughed and cheered, enjoying the voluptuous scene on the stage. The Community Bottom boy, who so many of them had fucked these last 6 months, was now happily pumping the bent over, naked boy, and made a show of it.
Matthew grinned, seeing his brother finally at the other end of fucking and clearly enjoying every second of it.
John Thompson looked expressionless while his boy was publicly being deflowered, right before his eyes in the midst of cheering crowd of boys.
Simon felt the familiar feeling of an imminent orgasm and realized that with that orgasm, the whole event would come to an end. He slowed down, carefully, to let the feeling go away, just to start pounding again. He definitely would enjoy this as long as he could, showing the audience, all the boys that had used him so often, that he himself was a good fucker as well. He knew he would have plenty of opportunity to fuck Dave for the next two years, but this was not only about the good feeling on his dick, this was also, maybe even more, the feeling of showing who is on top. In front of all those boys who used him.
Dave endured the thrusts in his ass with grunts, trying not to think about this situation, the watching boys. His dad ! Oh dear Lord, how could he ever look his dad in the eyes again? He tried to tune out the cheering and shouting of the horny spectators. Think about the dead cat, the chores still waiting, no, the plans for the burglary, to get even with these horrible bastards, yes, that will be the first thing he would do, maybe even tonight. Yes, why wait? Right after this, with Tom and Dustin. Where would they be? He had seen them here earlier, were they watching as well? Will they still help him now Simon was pounding his ass? Or will they laugh at him, pointing at him as a fucked looser? He opened his eyes and looked backwards at the audience. He couldn't see Dustin, but he saw Tom, looking upset, angry almost.
Simon repeated this postponement of the inevitable two times more, the last time triumphantly looking at the audience as if to show them what he was able to, and he noticed Dustin looking all fired up by the horny scene, and saw Tom looking doubtful, appalled, bitter even.
It was at that point, when Simon was still trying to penetrate deeper than he had so far, and ran his dick through the tight confines of luscious 13-year-old boy ass, he finally slammed his dick in and shot his load into the boy's bowels with a deep grunt for everybody to hear.
The boys in the audience went wild, shouting, cheering.
Dave was breathless when Simon this time halted with his very stiff member deep in him, and he felt it. Sperm was flowing into his ass. And pretty deep up there, also.
Real, actual sperm, shot straight out of another boy's dick for the first time - and it felt like a whole lot of it.
Simon proudly raised both arms to flex his muscles as a victor who won a match. He enjoyed being the top. Today he was an alpha male. He definitely would take up his rights with Dave, and show the world.
The boys on the bleachers cheered at his display of pride, and encouraged by the jolting audience he patted Dave on his butt, whispering only for Dave to hear, "this is mine now."
The boys in the public shouted, "show it!" and "we want proof!"
Simon turned to Dave, pushed him back at the table, and told him to spread his ass cheeks.
It was so unexpected, that Dave didn't have time to protest, but just did as he was told. He reached back, pulling his cheeks apart so that Simon, the master of ceremony ,all the boys on the bleachers, his dad, they all had a great view of his freshly fucked hole, and just as they saw it wink, they saw how it was coated with Simon's thick white cum and witnessed it slowly dripping out.
The crowd loved it and when they finally went quiet, Thomas said,
"Fellow Mackey, Dave is now a Mackey Bottom. We have learned that he trespassed, and although he was lied to, he should have been old and wise enough to understand that fucking a boy without asking consent or permission is not OK, not even in Mackey land. But since he was tempted to do so, and not started this on his own instigation, and not knowing the Mackey rules, the Council decided that the punishment should be softened a bit. Dave will therefore be a Mackey Bottom for a period of 2 years."
Some boys started to protest, but he held his hand up to silence them and continued,
"but there is more. I also mentioned that we have to apply the old rules, so there will be special conditions." He waited a moment to see the reaction, and to his satisfaction, he saw that he had the full attention of the boys.
"Dave applied to become a Mackey following the old `Indian Spring rule' which stated two things. The first part we've already explained at the start, that's why we had this Choosing. The second part is about the Bottoms use. This never abolished rule we had imported years ago from our Indian Spring cousins who had, and as far as I know still have, the rule about `ownership'." He waited to see the puzzled faces in the audience.
"The rule is quite simple but has a far-reaching effect. It says that any virgin Mackey boy who has anal intercourse will be `owned' by this first boy to fuck him and deposit his cum in him. With the initiation today, by being the first boy ever to mount Dave Thompson and deposit his Mackey cum in him, Simon Alan Mackey will own Dave Thompson as a Mackey Bottom. He can use him without any restriction, and has the right to decide if, to whom, and how often he would lend him out to other Mackeys to use as a Bottom. We all trust Simon to share him with the community responsibly."
There were some boys protesting. If Simon doesn't share or use him, he wouldn't effectively be a Bottom, but Thomas quickly added,
"The old rules state that if Simon doesn't take up his rights at least once every 5 days himself or share him, Simon will lose his rights and Dave will become a Community Bottom for the remainder of his term."
"As a Mackey," he went on, "Dave has the same rights as everyone, including the use of the Bottoms, with only difference: although Simon is a Community Bottom himself, he cannot use Simon. Finally, the usual age restrictions apply: Simon can make for the first 6 months his mouth and butt available to Mackeys from 12 up to one year older than his age, the next 6 months Dave could be made available to Mackeys up to 2 years older, and the last year he is open for all Mackey under 21."
It was silent for a few seconds while this sank in, but then the crowd roared, both in protest as enthusiastically. It was clear that some boys didn't agree with the reasonably mild punishment, while others clearly understood that Dave was not to be held completely responsible for his stupidity and appreciated the Council's well-considered verdict.
Simon was shocked. He hadn't fully realized what `ownership' would entail. At least fuck Dave once every 5 days? Or have him fucked by someone else? For the next 2 years? Now his post orgasmic bliss had faded, he suddenly wasn't too sure about wanting to fuck Dave too often as a punishment. But on the other hand, it did feel terrifically good.
Thomas let the boys roar for a minute or two and then calmed them down.
"Now you're one of us, Dave," Thomas said, bumping his shoulders, "but first I have this for you," and he held a blueish-gray wristband up and showed it to the public.
"Being a Mackey comes with rights, responsibilities and privileges, but for a Bottom this comes with some obligations as well. This wrist band will make everyone remember what these responsibilities, privileges and obligations are. We usually have the blue ones, but as Dave is not a Community Bottom, we've decided to re-introduce grey, and the boy scouts amongst us here will recognize the meaning of grey, I guess."
Several boys in the audience sniggered, obviously knowing what Thomas hinted at.
Thomas made Dave stretch his arm and put the wristband on, and told him he could dress.
He turned to the audience,
"Fellow Mackeys, may I have your attention?" he waited a moment, "We now wrap up the Choosing officially. As you all know, we always have a BBQ to celebrate our tradition. We do have that today as well. But this isn't summer, it's too cold here, so we have arranged a big BBQ at Ferguson's. You're all invited and we go continue the party there. You all know the place, a couple of minutes down the road. See you all there.
Ready for a BBQ in a warmer environment, everyone rushed from the Mackey Grounds to Ferguson's as fast as they could, and within less than 20 minutes everyone crammed the otherwise almost empty diner, mouths full with burgers, sausages and cokes as if there was no tomorrow.
It was party time. A new Mackey has entered the ranks, and the boys were happily shouting and tapping Dave on the shoulders.
He was surprised. This was supposed to be a punishment, and as far as his butt and ego were concerned, it was, but the boys were shouting and laughing, all good natured, almost being proud of him. No mean words anymore.
Dave's dad was glad it was over. Richard Alan had told him that it was their tradition, a rite of passage, but to him, the whole ceremony was a horrendous sight. To see his boy humiliated, naked, shamelessly groped and finally being fucked in front of almost a 200 jeering boys. Now he was surprised by the sudden change of moods, the friendliness of the boys. First, everybody seemed angry, wanting to see blood, and now they were all friendly, accepting his boy in their midst. A strange lot, these Mackey.
He looked at his boy and saw him chatting with his new `owner', apparently relaxed. He smiled, realizing that his son had established something he would never have been able to achieve by himself.
Simon stood awkwardly next to Dave, trying to make him feel at ease. He knew the festive excitement would be part of this all, he had lived through this himself, half a year ago, but still, standing next to the boy he'd just fucked, and his dad who had witnessed his son being deflowered by him, it was a bit unreal.
What was real however, was Dave feeling his butt through his pants, checking if some fluid was leaking through his underwear.
Dave's dad hugged his boy and said, "I'm so proud of you. I knew you could do it, and now you're a full member of the clan, I know you can live by their rules."
Although Dave was glad it was all over now and he had survived, he was still mad at his dad for moving to this backward part of the country, allowing him to mingle with the Mackey without warning about their stupid rules and hillbilly traditions, even encouraging him to confirm to their lifestyle to fit.
"I'm well aware thanks Dad, and thanks for getting me into this situation," he said with a bit of venom.
"Grow up Dave, as I said, it's their culture. We have to respect that."
"Which you brought us into. Dragging us to this godforsaken place for no good reason other than you making more money. And I 'm the one getting fucked every night by everyone, not you."
"Well,...ehm...every night...ehm...everyone...," Simon hesitantly chimed in, "I'm not sure if I'd do that."
He smiled shyly, but he hated himself for letting his intentions go down the drain so quickly. Why not just be like all the other guys and just fuck the boy he'd already deflowered less than an hour ago? The boy whose ass he even `owned'? Remembering the warm feeling around his dick, the powerful orgasm and the great feeling of being on top for once made his cock stir in his pants. No, he reassured himself, he was just being polite, making Dave not to worry too much for the moment. He will definitely use his unlimited rights. And he didn't mention that already several boys had asked him when he would make Dave available for them.
"Ah, there you go," grinned Dave's dad smugly, "not even being fucked at a regular basis and still being a Mackey! What else do you wish for?"
Dave sighed and rolled his eyes. He wanted to punch his dad hard in the face, but he knew, he had to surrender to his fate.
***
The next morning, Dave woke up, feeling a little groggy. It took a while to fall asleep last night, but he was so tired after the long and unnerving day that he slept for 10 hours solid. It took a while to realize that the Choosing wasn't just a bad dream and that today would be a day like any other day.
He lay listless until his mother knocked on the door and called him to breakfast. Resigned, he took off his pajamas and got dressed. He knew he had to face his parents now. He was no longer just their happy son, no, he was the boy who would be fucked by every boy in town from now on. He wanted to die.
Yesterday evening, after the Choosing, his father had talked to him. It would be better not to tell his mum everything in detail, he said, she might not fully understand. Dave had absolutely no intention to tell his mom that he had walked on stage for over an hour, naked, being touched and groped by lots of boys. Even less so that he had given a boy a blowjob. The sheer thought of his mom knowing that he had been fucked, in public, made him shiver and hoping the earth would open up and swallow him. His dad witnessing this all was horrible enough.
His dad had helped him with telling his mom about the Choosing, saving him the embarrassment for which he was grateful, but he was glad when breakfast was over and he was dismissed. He scrambled to his room as fast as he could, determined to stay there for the rest of his life
***
Simon lay in his bed, looked sideways to see Mathew still deep asleep, and he spent some quality time with his pecker. He enjoyed his new freedom. Substantially less times to get fucked: he'd already noticed the difference this week. And best of all, one day a week no Bottom duties. He still was a bit anxious to hear someone knocking at the door, but he knew that wouldn't happen today. And even if someone came along for some fun in his ass, he now could refuse it. That felt really good. Maybe in January he would rejoin Dustin to the scouts again. The new limits didn't apply there, but hopefully the scouts would automatically apply the limit there as well.
Again, his mixed feelings about this whole `ownership' of Dave's ass resurfaced. He definitely hated the idea of punishment, but at the same time, his warm, slippery hand on his now very stiff penis reminded him of how good it had felt when he entered a soft boy's bottom for the first time.
Maybe he should visit Dave today. He has time at hands, Dave might like to talk about yesterday, and he couldn't deny it, he felt an urge he'd never felt that strong before.
***
The expression on Dave's face showed resignation and a bit fear at the same time when he opened the door to let Simon in.
"Hi," Simon said, stepping in, "I thought, just checking how you're doin' after yesterday's Choosing."
Dave timidly replied, "Well, I can't say I've enjoyed it, to be honest, but I think I'll live."
The boys entered the living room, where Dave's mom and dad sat on the couch. Simon looked around. It was a bigger house then his, and it also was much differently decorated. It has some posh feel to it, very unlike the traditional country-style most Mackeys homes had. The house had belonged to the old Lee Mackey, a Bottom from the Charles clan and had stayed empty for several years after his death at the end of last decade, until the Thompsons were granted the house when they came to live in Mackey land.
They chatted a while about the Choosing, carefully not to mention disturbing details, only vaguely hinting at some playful teasing and making it a boyish rite-of-passage into the boy's brotherhood. Dave's mom friendly smiled, understanding that boys will test each other, thinking in terms of running an obstacle course or something like that, and knowing that the three guys might want to discuss yesterday's experience, she left for her own room at the other side of the house.
"Well, ehm...so,.. Simon...," began Dave's dad, looking from Simon to Dave and then back at Simon again, "you came to visit Dave, now you have these rights, aren't you?"
Simon nodded and smiled inwardly when he saw a slightly panicking Dave desperately frowning at his dad, hoping that he would take the hint and leave before Simon would be explicit about why he was here.
His dad surely noticed Dave's inconvenience and smiled.
"Your dad has briefed me quite well about the Mackey traditions, Simon, so I know what it's all about," and turning to Dave, "I've witnessed the whole ceremony yesterday Dave, and I'm absolutely aware of how uncomfortable you must have felt, and feel right now as well. But boys, let me tell you this. Simon's granddad had informed me about the Mackey ways before we came to live here."
Not sure about where his dad would go, Dave looked at him, a bit suspicious, but waited.
"You know where I come from, Dave, the little town, remote in the hills of the plains?"
Dave nodded; he'd heard his dad about it, telling exiting stories as if it still was the Wild-West.
"I'm not going into details, boys, but you should know that in my home town, things not unlike here happened as well. Not as incorporated in daily life as it is here, but it was, and still is, far from uncommon. I know that here every boy and man is part of this, and now I've witnessed Dave's initiation yesterday, I think you have the right to know that I've had my share of these experiences as well. Just so you know that I'm no stranger to this, just Iike Simon's dad and everyone else. I don't look down on you, won't judge you."
The boys sat aghast. They didn't see this coming. Dave looked at his dad, open mouthed, and Simon looked at the man with deep respect.
"Thank you for sharing this with us, Mr Thompson," Simon broke the silence. At the same time Dave stood up and embraced his dad, letting a tear flow.
"Thanks dad," he whispered.
"Well boys, I'm glad that we're on the same page here now, and I'll leave you two to sort thing out together."
The boys mumbled a thank-you, and Dave's dad stood up, leaving the room to the boys, and he added, "Although I didn't know the result of the Choosing beforehand, I took the liberty to anticipate. Dave, there is a new jar of Vaseline on the top shelf of the cupboard in the bathroom upstairs."
Dave looked indignantly at him, but his dad just smiled reassuringly, and went to the kitchen, and winked knowingly at Simon, who blushed a bit and quickly turned to Dave.
The boys talked a while about the rules they were supposed to follow, how this `minimum use' rule should work out, and the not quite specific rule about sharing. That was what Dave feared the most, Simon's right to share him with whomever he wanted. This feeling of complete loss of his freedom didn't feel good, but there was no way out. But he trusted Simon, he had sworn not to abuse the right and would ask if Dave was okay with a boy he'd proposed. He agreed, he had too, and hoped that it would just be limited to nice guys like Dustin, Tom, some other Bottoms who knew the situation from own experience.
After a while, Dave's mom came back, rummaging in a cabinet, and Dave stood up, pulling Simon's arm to follow him upstairs, looking for some privacy to continue their chat.
Simon was impressed by Dave's big room. He had a larger bed than his, and best of all, he didn't have to share it with a brother, he had the whole room to himself. He had his own bathroom attached, and everything looked brand new, luxurious almost.
Dave stood in the middle of the room, and there was a brief awkward silence, as if both boys were not sure what should happen next.
"Well," began Dave while he dropped on his bed and pulled a bit unaccustomed at the fly of his jeans, "I guess I just follow your lead?"
Simon smiled.
Yesss!
He will lead.
The two were in Dave's room for about 30 minutes when Dave's dad shouted from down the stairs that Dustin and Tom just had arrived.
The two boys sat in the kitchen when first Dave rushed in, pulling his sweater down, followed by a bit flustered looking Simon.
"Hey guys," Dave greeted them, "what brings you here?"
"We had some business to discuss, remember," Tom said, a bit grumpy, looking suspiciously at Simon, without saying anything to him.
"Oh, yeah, almost forgot."
"So..., we talk another time?" Dustin suggested from behind Simon, nodding his head to him, indicating that he wasn't sure if Simon should be involved.
"It's okay guys," Simon said, "I was leaving anyway," smiling happily at Tom, who just returned a feigned, bit cold grin.
Dave looked up, but then considered it might be good Simon wasn't involved in this, yet.
As soon as Simon left, the boys went upstairs, not wanting Dave's dad listening in on them.
"When shall we do it?" Dustin cut to the case.
"We could do it tomorrow, or Tuesday," Tom suggested, "I'll can come up with the excuse of working at a school project with you guys, so they won't ask questions at home."
"Yeah, great alibi," the other boys agreed. They settled for Monday and went on planning.
"And don't forget to wear something black," Tom said like an experienced burglar when they said goodbye after their session.
Meanwhile, Richard was still frustrated. His investigation didn't go as hoped. He recently had talked with Daniel, one of the boys who reputedly have voted at the instruction of Gavin and Brian, protecting his little brother against their wrath at his Choosing next year, but he got no testimony. The protective boys' community worked. A bit too good, though.
The Choosing this weekend had went well, and at this afternoon's Council meeting, everyone was happy with the results. But again, his attempts to discuss the set-up was blocked by Dale Richter, adding to his frustration.
He rested on the couch, TV-set switched off, staring into the dark outside, thinking about a way to get this solved.
***
The three boys couldn't keep their attention to the lessons that Monday at school. Their minds were fully occupied with the plan they had for that evening.
It was 7.30pm and pitch-dark when Tom and Dustin saw Dave at the place where they agreed to meet, not far from Gavin's place. All wearing black, as Tom cleverly had suggested. They parked their bikes at the edge of the forest, invisible from the road, but easy for them to reach and ready to get away quickly if necessary.
At daylight, it would have been only a 5 minutes' walk from there to Gavin's place, but now, in the dark, it took a bit longer, especially now they took the path through the woods, avoiding any witnesses that night.
"There it is," pointed Dustin, proud to lead the way, being the boy scout of the three.
Careful not to step on branches and make them crack, the boys sneaked the last bit out of the woods to the barn. It had seemed such a good and exciting plan, as if they were playing Cowboys&Injuns, or Marines in the pacific sneaking up on Japs. But once they were here, in the dark, only a few yards away from the barn, they felt nervous, not so sure about their case anymore.
"Okay, let's do what we planned," Tom whispered, trying to hide his nerves, "you two stand guard at either side, behind me, while I sneak up to the barn. If you see something suspicious, you whistle to warn me, okay?"
Without a word, the boys moved to their lookout spots, and Tom gulped, manned himself and ever so slowly, he crawled towards the barn, not making a sound.
From where he stood, Dustin could only vaguely see Tom crawling in the pitch-dark night, towards the door at the backside of the barn. He had a good view at the house, where he saw the light from the kitchen, even someone walking from there towards the dining room.
He heard some rustling noise near the door, indicating that Tom must have reached it and was trying to open it.
It were only a few minutes, but it had seemed like ages, and he even had heard Tom curse a little when he tried to open the door, but finally he heard the squeak when it opened, a squeak that almost sounded like a forest fire alarm in the quiet night. His heart skipped a beat at the noise, and with fear in his heart he looked at the house to see if someone came out, alarmed by the sound.
Once Tom had opened the door, the only sound they heard where some branches moving in the soft breeze, and a distant owl, until they heard the rattling of falling cans coming from the shed, followed by a muffled `shit !'.
Not sure what to do next, Dave moved a few steps forward towards the barn, whispering, "Tom? You okay?"
"So goddamn dark in here," was the almost inaudible, whispered reply, followed by the lighting of a match.
Dave sighed, a bit relieved, and moved back to his lookout spot, just in time before he saw the back door of the house open, and suddenly a huge outdoor lamp lit up the whole yard, up to the barn, and a figure stepped out.
Blinded by the light, Dustin and Dave duck down, hiding their faces, hearts pounding in their chests.
The figure was heading directly towards the barn. It all happened so quickly, and with their reflex to hide, Dustin and Dave noticed the approaching figure too late to warn Tom.
***
Next episode:
It doesn't look good for Dave, Dustin and Tom. Will they get the papers?
Does Richard reach his goal and get Old Will busted?
How will Simon cope with his `ownership' role?
To be continued...