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Dear Readers,
Thanks for the e-mails with your appreciation and suggestions. I'm happy to see that so many still enjoy the stories, and I will answer all your e-mails.
However, I'm afraid that maybe some of you are still waiting for my reply.
That's my mistake: I accidentally used the wrong e-mail address once, and copy-pasted this mistake consistently.
In my first publication, `The Introduction', I used the correct-mail address nilander101@gmail.com.
Despite all the time I've spent on review and spelling/grammar checks, I mistakenly used `nilan101@gmail.com' since.
So, everyone who has used this last e-mail address: I did not receive your e-mails and thus haven't replied. My sincere apologies for this stupidity.
Please use nilander101@gmail.com. For those who have used the wrong address and are still waiting for my reaction, you might consider re-sending to the correct e-mail address if you wish to. I'll answer all e-mails.
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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.
Enjoy.
Nils Andersson
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The denouement
It all happened so quickly, and with their reflex to hide, Dustin and Dave were too late to warn Tom for the approaching figure.
With a loud bang, the figure opened a door at the other side of the barn, and rummaged around in the barn, coming out with a large box, slamming the door shut again and left for the house.
Just two minutes later, the light went out and left the boys in the silent darkness again.
A dark figure moved quickly from the barn towards Dave.
"Holy shit!," Tom whispered when he was near him, "what was that all about? I got a heart attack!"
"It was somebody from the house, I couldn't see who, but he just took something from the barn and went back. It all went so quickly, we hadn't time to warn you."
"Next time you'd have to do a better job," Tom snarled, "I can't find anything in there, are you sure it is here?"
"I clearly heard Gavin say that it was behind a work bench at the back end of the barn. That's all I know."
"Shit, shit, I need to go back and find it."
"Psst," signaled Dustin from the other side. Tom very quietly tiptoed to Dustin.
"Sorry, forgot," Dustin mumbled and handed Tom a little flashlight, "you can use this, it's from the boy scouts, very handy."
Without a word, Tom quickly moved back into the barn. From their positions, the two boys could see the small light flicker in the dark, and after a couple of minutes, a soft voice said,
"Psst, Dustin, I need help."
Back in the barn, Tom pointed at a large work bench, and whispered,
"It must be this, but it's too heavy, I can't move it on my own."
The boys pushed, and with a screech the bench moved, and an opening at the back appeared.
Dustin looked at Tom, instantly exited as a gold digger who'd found his first piece.
Tom reached behind the bench, and he found some papers and took them.
"This must be it," he said. Dustin also felt behind the bench to see if there are some more papers, but found nothing.
"Yeah, it's empty now."
"Jeez man, look at this, it's a contract or something, with a list of names. Dave was right. Come, hurry up, we gotta get outta here."
Excited, the two rushed to Dave, and showed him the loot. The three of them ran off, not caring for silence anymore, and without a moment's rest, they took their bikes and headed back to Dave's.
John Thompson was surprised when the three boy ran into the house unexpectedly, straight into the kitchen, not even taking there muddy shoes off.
"Whowow, gentlemen, what this all about?"
"We've got this from Gavin," Dave said, waving the papers, "we think it has to do with the rigging of this summer's Choosing."
John looked at the papers the boys had spread over the kitchen table. Two pages with some text, typed on a clearly old and not recently re-aligned Remington, with autographs beneath the text. There were also some papers with handwritten notes and several pages with names on them, with comments scribbled at many names.
"And this is...?" he asked.
The boys hurried to explain, all three at the same time, excited as they were, reading the papers and trying to understand what these formal sounding legal words could mean, and when they were done, John read the agreement and concluded,
"So, do I understand correctly that these boys, Gavin and Brian, together with Mr Will Mackey had made a plan to get certain boys chosen at the election, then set up an agreement to get at least Simon being used by an absolute 100% of the eligible boys during his term?"
The boys confirmed.
"These boys they targeted, Dad, are indeed Simon and Brad," Dave resignedly said, and went on confessing, "and it were Gavin and Brian who told me that I could use Simon and even become a Mackey."
John let this sink in for a second and then slammed his hand at the table.
"This can't be true. Wait here," he said boiling with anger, and went to the living room to pick up the phone. The boys couldn't hear exactly what was said, but by the sound of it, John had called some men to talk about what the boys had found, and when he returned, he said,
"Come on, follow me," and he took the papers, grabbed his coat and with big steps rushed to his truck, the boys hastily following him, and they took off with at high speed.
John pulled his truck over at Brad's house, were his dad Collin was already standing at the door. Inside, John showed him the papers, and the boys explained what it was all about, while Brad stood silently behind his dad, showing no emotion, as if he still didn't grasp the seriousness of it all.
"What can we do?" Collin asked, "I mean, we're new here, and I have met this Will Mackey a couple of times and he is a nasty piece for what I experienced."
"I've called Wayne Franklin already, he knows these boys Gavin and Brian, let's see what he suggests."
John and the three boys got back in the truck and they followed Collin and Brad racing through the darkness to the Franklins.
Wayne let them in, led them into the kitchen, and alarmed by the noise, Derek came from his room and joined the men. Again, the boys explained what they had found. Wayne read the papers and when he was done, he put them aside with a very slow move, looking pensively. He remained silent for a full minute, while his face started to color until it was almost purple in anger.
The boys looked concerned at the man.
"Old Will...," he growled under his breath, "...that bastard. I knew he's been up to no good. Always manipulating, trying to bribe, blackmail, all for his own good. And this," he pointed at the papers, "this is just to get even with Thomas Alan, to revenge the newcomers, taking it down on kids. He's ruining the community."
Without saying anything he stood up, indicating the men to follow him, pointing at the boys to stay in the kitchen.
Derek sat silent, looking very pale. He knew that he now was in trouble. Big trouble. His name wasn't in the papers, but it wouldn't take long before everyone would know how he had been instrumental to Gavin and Brian's plan. Brad still looked as if he didn't fully understand, but Dave glanced at him, with a very icy look.
From the living room, the boys heard the men talk loudly and excitedly. They couldn't exactly make up what they said, they picked up only a few snippets of the conversation, but it was clear to them that the men were planning something.
Wayne stepped into the hall, picked up the phone, and angrily dialed a number.
"Hi Sam, it's me, Wayne. We need to talk."
"..."
"Yes it's urgent, we've got a situation with Old Will."
"..."
"I'll explain later. Get in your truck and come over here."
"..."
"Yep, it's pay-back time."
"..."
"That's okay, you pick up Harvey Schneider and I'll call Joe and Morgan. And don't forget your Iron"
Within fifteen minutes, four more trucks showed up at the Franklin's and the four men joined the three angry men. It didn't take long to explain what was going on, and with their disgust of Old Will's nasty tricks in common now fueled by this latest discovery, they were ready for action.
"You stay here, and wait until we return," Morgan said to the boys, "and don't speak with anyone until we're back."
The boys nodded timidly, intimidated by the angry men.
The seven men took off with three trucks, heading directly to Gavin's home, where only an hour ago Tom, Dustin, and Dave had stolen the papers that are now causing this anger.
It all went very quickly: five men, rifles on their shoulders, knocking at the door, asking for Gavin, grabbing him as soon as he came to the door and dragging him to the truck, warning his alarmed dad that he should stay out of this, or he will get some lead.
With the trembling Gavin held down in the back of the truck, they went to Brian to repeat the action, leaving his terrified mom crying `please don't hurt him ', and then headed at high speed to Old Will's cabin.
As soon as he opened the door, Old Will was pushed roughly back into the house, and five men carrying their guns stormed into the house and pushed him into the kitchen, followed by two men dragging the very scared boys along.
Before the completely stunned man could say anything, Collin burst out and showed him the papers. Gavin and Brian looked at the papers in horror, and immediately knew why they had been kidnapped so brutally. Their stomachs turned from fear.
Old Will realized that he was in deep shit. He tried to reason a little, pointing at the papers and the two trembling boys, stating that it was theirs and not his, and when he saw that the men weren't buying it, he tried some legal sounding disclaimers about the validity of the contract if it would come to court.
The men just laughed at that, and made it clear that they've seen too many examples of him cheating on people, manipulating, blackmailing even, and that they were so fed up with him, that they wouldn't consider to bring this to court, or even to the Council for that matter. They came to settle this here and now.
Old Will knew his game was over, and he backed out of the kitchen, into the living room and opened a cabinet.
When Harvey saw Old Will reaching into his cabinet, he quickly pushed the two boys back to the door, and when Old Will appeared with a rifle, trying to load it quickly, the men scrambled out.
It was a confusing scene, in the darkness, armed men with two very frightened boys, seeking shelter next to the house.
Collin, Morgan and Harvey signaled to each other, stood up, fired several shots in the air, and waited.
When two shots came from inside of the house, all hell broke loose. The men taking cover outside, firing their guns, shouting, and glass shattering.
Later that evening, almost midnight, Harvey, Sam and Morgan visited Gavin's and Brian's parents to tell them what the boys and Old Will had done, their messing with the rules, making boys suffer, and that they were escorted to the county line and were told to never set foot in Mackey Territory again.
***
When Richard heard about it later that night, he was confused at first, but when John Thompson showed him the papers the three boys had stolen, he nodded. He knew the action this evening would definitely lead to some fierce discussions at the Council, or even at the Board of the Mackey Trust, but he was glad that this finally came out. He had been right all the time about the scheme, and finally they got the proof he had been hunting for all these months. He grinned with satisfaction at how things had finally been settled that night.
Simon was shocked and angry at first when his dad told him about the papers the next morning.
Shocked that he was a victim of an ugly scheme that made him a Community Bottom, and had set up many boys to use him, much more than any Bottom had before him.
But he was also angry. Why hadn't Dustin and Tom told him? His best friends, keeping this a secret for him while it concerned him in the first place.
He'd had some words with them later, at school, and he refused to talk to them the whole day, until Matthew told him that he should be grateful for what they had accomplished instead of being angry for being left out.
He was grateful, of course, and told them so.
It was the talk of the day in Mackey land, with everyone telling the story without knowing the details, each adding a new exciting layer to it when they spread the word. The only things that were factual were the disappearance of the three Mackey men, and the bullet holes in Old Will's cabin.
By Wednesday, the turmoil the whole event had caused, was now mainly reduced to vigorous discussions at the Council and the Board, and after school's out, Tom and Dustin were hanging out at Simon's, lazily on the couch, chatting, the TV set switched on without paying attention to it.
"Say, Simon," Dustin began, suddenly changing the subject they were discussing, "isn't today the fifth day?"
"Fifth day, like in what?" Simon replied surprised, not knowing what Dustin meant.
"Your ownership, remember, that you gained last Saturday."
Simon's mouth dropped at the blunt statement, and Tom shot up, his face turning instantly deep red.
Tom hadn't been himself for a couple of days. He had felt increasingly unhappy, without knowing exactly why, until the Choosing. He had mixed feelings about that, but that Saturday evening, after the Choosing, thinking about the day, it all fell in place.
"Good grief, Dustin, please, that's none of your business," Simon replied indignantly, "by the way, today is the fourth day since Saturday. Besides, Thomas explained that the rules are that I shouldn't care about counting the days, that's Dave's responsibility. If he wants to safe his ass from Community Bottom services, he has to show up if I don't."
Dustin shrugged his shoulders and grimaced, looking as if he was about to offer being Simon's stand-in, but he said nothing.
Tom was about to say something when the kitchen door opened and to the boys' surprise, Dave came in.
"Talking about the devil," Dustin joked, but Simon's fist hitting his arm silenced him.
"Oh hi guys," Dave began, a bit hesitantly when he saw the three on the couch, and he turned to Simon,
"Our appointment was today, right? Or was it tomorrow?" he said looking from Simon to Tom and Dustin.
"No, it's today, you're right, I totally forgot," Simon stammered, "uhhm... take a seat."
Before Dave could sit down, Tom sprang up, rushed to the kitchen for his coat and shoes.
"Wait, Tom, where are you going?" Simon shouted surprised.
But Tom didn't react, just tied his shoes as fast as he could, opened the door and ran out. Stunned, Simon looked at Dustin who just raised his shoulders `what can I do?', and he quickly went after Tom.
Tom heard Simon running after him, and felt a hand on his shoulder.
"What's wrong, Tom? Please?" Simon asked, "you've been acting weird lately, what's this all about?"
Tom shrugged his shoulders, not able to speak. A lump was in his throat. It was too much for him.
Dave having an appointment with Simon to get fucked while Dustin and he were in the house? He couldn't even bear the thought of it. Al these months he had struggled with Simon being a Bottom, fucked by virtually every boy in town. And now this?
He had felt guilty and had fought his own feelings, these horrible horny thoughts about how it would feel if he would mount Simon. He had been angry with Dustin this summer for using Simon, he had shielded Simon a couple of times from visitors, pretending that he was next in line and they had to wait, just to protect Simon from another session in his ass.
This Saturday he'd almost flipped when he witnessed Simon taking Dave's cherry, seeing his best friend fuck a boy in revenge for having used him without permission. He couldn't stand the content and blissful grimace on Simon's face when he first entered Dave, the ecstatic expression when it was all done and had proudly shown his semen dripping out of the freshly fucked butt. He couldn't take it anymore.
"Tom, please," insisted Simon, shaking is shoulder, "what's wrong? Tell me."
Tom shook his head, still not able to speak. Simon saw his teared up eyes and wrapped his arm around Tom.
"Come back, inside. Let's talk."
Inside, Dave and Dustin sat on the couch, not knowing what to make of it, but when they saw Tom's red eyes, and Simon having his arm around his friend, they knew that something was not good.
Simon did some quick thinking. How could he get Dave and Dustin leave without just kicking them out so he could talk with Tom in private? At least he had to treat them as courteously as Tom, since they had also thrown themselves into this risky adventure for him this week.
He looked at Dave, and when he had his attention, he secretively signaled him with his eyes, hoping he would pick up his indication to leave with Dustin to give him and Tom some privacy.
Dave raised an eyebrow as to question Simon, but almost immediately he understood, and he turned deep crimson. He sighed, but nodded, showing a weak smile in surrender and stood up.
"Hey Dustin," he said with a bit squeaky voice, "maybe we should give these two some space. Gives you and me some time to have a little fun to celebrate last Monday's adventure. Unless you don't want to do things with me in private," he added mischievously, a bit more confident now.
Dustin looked up in surprise, but when Simon added that Dave was a new Mackey and could have some fun now, he got it, and with a more than happy grin on his face, and silently wording `thank you' to Simon, he followed Dave, and the boys went off to Dustin's home.
Simon smiled inwardly. He knew, Dave was in for a treat.
Tom stared at Simon, realizing what just had happened, and what most likely would be next, but Simon only shrugged.
"Tom?"
He sighed. He didn't know how to start, but he had to tell Simon what he felt, how their friendship has changed, at least his feelings about it. He swallowed.
"It's not you," he began, "well, no, yes, it is." He waited to find the right words.
"It's our friendship, Si," he continued with a trembling voice, "ever since you've been chosen. I can't stand it anymore. All this abuse, and now this Dave situation. I hate it."
Simon looked at him but didn't react.
"We've been together all our life, we shared almost everything, we had no secrets, we knew each other's feelings, helped out when we had problems, and we did everything together. I was at the Choosing a year ahead of you, and then it started. I had to witness boys getting picked, being fucked. It was then when I first realized what these strange new feelings I had, actually meant. I visited a few Bottoms, but I couldn't share that with you. I was horny all the time, but I pushed it aside, knowing you couldn't be part of it. I even stopped visiting Bottoms, waiting for you to have the same rights. I was hoping that after this year's Choosing we could both enjoy our rights."
He sighed.
Simon listened speechless.
"Boy, was I wrong. You got turned, and from that moment on, I lost you, Si. You got fucked. At stage, and then every day after that. I had to step aside so many times to let some boy mount you. It feels so wrong, Si. With two nagging baby sisters, I always enjoyed being with you. You're the brother I never had. That all has changed. You're a sex object which I simply will not use. And now, I've seen you fucking Dave. I've noticed your smile when you entered him, your proud face when you showed everyone your cum dripping from his ass. I had hoped that you and I could have our first intimate experiences together, but this went all up in smoke, finishing it off this Saturday. I know you're not gay, neither am I, but it feels if I have to share you when I want to keep you to myself."
He looked at Simon. There, he'd said it. It was if all the weight fell off his heart.
Simon swallowed. He didn't see this coming. He understood Tom. He had a big brother, a nice brother, Tom had just him. He was Tom's surrogate brother who has turned into a cum dump, and now was even obliged to fuck another boy. He was happy with a friend like Tom, and now that he had shared his hurt feelings, he surely never will let him go.
He didn't know what to say. He tried to find the right words to comfort Tom, and in the corner of his eyes, he saw Matthew tiptoeing from the kitchen, making the hush sign at his lips, pointing up, and quickly going back into the kitchen.
Simon looked Tom in his eyes.
"You're my best friend, Tom, no, you're like a brother to me too, really. Yes, it really is a shitty situation, but there is nothing we can do about it. I whish we'd had these moments to ourselves, experiment together at our own pace, but that's all gone now. But we can still do what could have been done before."
They sat silently, facing each other, and the tension that had been in the room, disappeared. They knew it. Expectant looks in their eyes saying `do you think what I think?'. It was time to do what they should have done much earlier.
Without sharing a word, Simon guided Tom upstairs, to his room.
Clothes were on the floor and draped over Matthew's bed.
Two pairs of eager hands stroking soft, warm boy flesh.
Tom stepped aside, picked up the jar of Vaseline from Simon's nightstand, and greased his butt up and turned to Simon.
"How do you want to do me?"
That night, in bed, Matthew asked,
"Was he good?"
"No. Absolutely not. But that's not what counts."
Simon looked at his grinning brother and teased, "but he was still much better than you."
"Wait, what? I've never...," he protested, but when he saw Simon's mischievous smile, he teased back, "don't make me try, Si."
***
Simon was glad that Christmas vacation was finally here. The last couple of days at school, several boys came nagging him, trying to book an appointment with Dave. He hated that. It was so unlike him to use a boy as an obligation, and even worse, have some boys asking him to lend Dave out so they could use him as well. Now school's over, at least this begging will stop for a while.
Over the last week, the demands for his own service had decreased significantly. Everyone knew that there were limits now, and Simon had already refused a few boys when he had reached his limit. Because it was not very clear how many visitors Simon already had, the number of randomly visiting boys diminished; they didn't want to waste time to get sent away without a go at Simon's butt.
It has been a quiet weekend, only two boys since Friday evening, and of course, he hoped for this to continue. The first Monday of the holidays, he was able to sleep in, but at 1pm there was the dreaded knock on the door.
Reluctantly, he let the boy in, and Matthew left the room to give them some space, expecting that young Jonathan Mackey wouldn't abuse Simon.
With not too much enthusiasm, Simon started to prepare himself, but was surprised when Jonathan took the initiative and pushed Simon gently back on his bed and started his play with him.
"Wow, Jonathan," Simon gasped when Jonathan was finally done, "I have never experienced this before." He needed to catch his breath, and Jonathan was broadly smiling at him, as proud as a boy could be. Never before a 12-year-old had done this with him. Usually it was a quick fuck, and within 10 or 15 minutes it's all done and they were off. But this was something special. Jonathan had actually played with him, being tender and feeling him up, made him shiver with pleasure. Even his little dick caused pleasure when it was inside him. But the biggest surprise came when he lay relaxed on his back after Jonathan had withdrawn from him, he suddenly felt something very soft and very warm over his dick. And when Jonathan's small warm hand cupped his balls, he came almost immediately.
"Man, where did you learn this?" Simon asked him with a happy grin, remembering the denigrating remarks other Bottoms made when they mentioned Jonathan's skills, "you're fabulous."
"Colton taught me this," he answered with pride, "it's much more fun this way, too." He was very proud to have satisfied the older boy, and get this compliment.
The two naked boys lay on the bed for a while, and then stretched and dressed.
"What about going to Ferguson's," Simon suggested, "we can hang out there, play some games. I bet there will be some other guys as well."
***
When they arrived, there were already several boys and some girls enjoying the games in the new Arcade. The Arcade was a success. Right from the start a couple of weeks ago, it became the place to be, much to the chagrin of Louis DeChantier, the long-time owner of the best known and most frequented pub in Mackey land, who saw several of his customers moving to Ferguson's.
Simon and Matthew had asked granddad Thomas Alan about Mr Ferguson as they struggled to get the man willing to cooperate with the idea of an Arcade. They didn't understand the man, and they learned that this was the same for almost everyone who they asked.
Mr Ferguson was a strange guy. He was the best mechanic in the area, offering great service at surprisingly low cost, never refusing to lend a hand to help someone out. Nevertheless, he was sort of unapproachable. He could be a grumpy man at times, who never spoke too much, but sometimes a very friendly and charming man, a kind of womanizer even.
Simon's dad knew the man as he was around his age, but didn't share much. When asked, he always told some generic anecdotes, and kept his distance.
When Simon asked his granddad, Thomas Alan had looked pensively and took the boy apart, and shared a bit more information on Mr Ferguson.
"Everybody knows Donald, and respect him," Thomas Alan had told Simon, "but very few remember, or even know parts of the history, and there are some who know but would rather forget. I think it might be good for you to know a little more, given your position now, and as a lesson for the time you'll be head of the clan."
Simon had listened in awe when Thomas Alan spoke.
"My dad, your great granddad Colin Alan, and I have taken upon us to give Mr Ferguson a bit of protection, more than usually given to others. It might be good for you to know why," he had said.
Thomas Alan told him all he knew about Donald Ferguson. How his dad was killed in action in the war in Europe, leaving young Donald and his mom in deep mourning. How Donald tried to catch up with his friends, but always was the strange one: not girlish, but definitely not macho either. He wasn't really bullied, but the teasing he had to endure was sometimes close to bullying, as boys could be merciless with their peers.
"The big change came with the first Choosing after the war, in 1947," Thomas Alan had explained. "My son David, your Uncle, was at that Choosing as well. You should know, there hasn't been a Choosing for several years, and when it was restarted, it was a bit of a surprise for everyone. Many boys never went through a Choosing, so the Council, and my dad Colin Alan, proposed to have everyone volunteer that time to participate and get the Mackey rights.
"Volunteering to get on the list for the Choosing?" Simon had asked in wonder, "you mean, volunteering to get a chance to be bottomed?"
"Yep, and most boys did, all the 12-year-olds as well as many boys up to 17. Your Uncle David did, and so did Donald Ferguson. Donald was already 14, close to 15, and he was turned."
"Mr Ferguson was a Bottom in 1947?"
"That's right. After all these years without a Choosing, and without new Community Bottoms, Donald and the other two Bottoms were quite intensively used. Being the eldest, without his dad to support him, Donald suffered most. To the other boys he seemed to be one of those boys who actually liked to do what they had to, but that appeared to be a misunderstanding, and when he started to pay attention to girls, he was rejected because of his status as Bottom."
"I hate that. I hope I'll still get a chance with girls when my tour of duty has ended."
"You don't have to worry about that, Simon. It's been a very long time since a former Bottom couldn't find a girl because of his former status," he had reassured Simon, and continued, "like with your popularity, the Council limited access to him, but despite that, at almost 18 years old, not many boys were unfamiliar with his service. And to date, a whole generation, in fact almost all men now aged 35 to 55 are his biggest supporters, some maybe out of feeling of guilt, and several never stopped being with him."
"Is that why he never married?" Simon had asked. He knew that some boys whispered that Ferguson was a homo, but no adult ever suggested that. They in contrast chuckled knowingly when a woman tried to avoid answering questions about her happy and enjoyable date with Ferguson.
"I don't know. To us, he is a bit of a mystery, always was. Many women love the man and visit him. What he does with women, or men for that matter, is kept private. No one ever spoke about his or her visits. That's possibly the best kept – or only – secret in Mackey land."
Jonathan had rushed to his friends at one of the pinball machines the moment they arrived, and Simon just looked around, and smiled friendly at Mr Ferguson.
With his granddad's story in mind, Simon indeed started to notice that the man had a mystical aura that he seems to spread to both men and women.
Simon stood for a while, when Dave also entered and walked straight to Shim.
From the door between his garage and the new Arcade, Donald Ferguson looked at the kids enjoying themselves. Initially he thought the whole idea of an Arcade was rubbish, but eventually he was persuaded by the stubborn perseverance of Simon and his friends. Of course, there was a business opportunity as well.
He appreciated Simon, and admired his fortitude and poise, especially in the position he now held as a much-frequented Community Bottom. He knew exactly what that meant, and he decided that he could make life more agreeable for the youngsters. And for those who wanted a bit more privacy as well.
He instantly knew what the discussion was about when he saw Simon talking with a boy, making dismissive gestures. He had heard of course about the intensive use of Simon and the limit that had been set recently. He knew the boy Simon was talking to, and had mixed feelings. That boy Dave had abused Mackey boys, but was tricked into this. He deserved to be at a Choosing at risk of becoming a bottom, but being bottom as punishment was wrong.
He smiled, Simon was clearly not happy with Dave asking him something he didn't want. He knew exactly what that was, as Simon had told him lately that he hated this `ownership' and especially the obligation that came with it.
"Come on Simon," Dave pleaded a bit impatiently, "we need to do this. I'll be at risk when we skip the 5 day period, you know that. It can't wait until tonight because we're going for dinner to Jefferson City. Please come with me."
Simon sighed. He knew he had to do it, otherwise there would be a risk that he would lose ownership and Dave would become a Community Bottom. But he was not in the mood after his spectacular and very satisfying encounter with young Jonathan earlier.
"Ahw man," Simon protested, "I don't want to leave yet," he gestured with his arms at the machines in the Arcade.
The body language and gestures clearly showed Donald that Simon didn't want to leave, and he decided that this was the moment he could offer the boy some convenience, and he walked towards the boys.
"If you don't want to leave, but want some private space to be together, please follow me," Donald bluntly interrupted the discussing boys, not even asking what they were talking about.
Stunned, they followed him through a door at the far end of the Arcade, leading to an attached smaller building between the warehouse and the diner, opening a door and leading them into a well-furnished room.
"Please clean up after you two are done. There is the shower," he grumbled, pointing at a half open door, "and towels are on the bed and some more in the closet over there."
Donald smiled knowingly at the flabbergasted boys and left without a word, closing the door carefully behind him.
It was a neat, cozy room, not unlike Simon's bedroom, with two chairs, a table, a cabinet with some books and a big bed easily holding two persons. The only window was closed with shutters, and there was a large mirror on the wall across the bed. The floor was covered with high-pile carpet.
The boys looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
"So...,"Dave started, and began to undo his belt, pushed the zipper of his jeans down.
"What if we just pretend. Nobody is checking us."
"You don't want to do it?"
"To be honest, not really."
"Is it because you don't like me? So far you have shown almost no interest."
It was the second time in a row that he had to go find Simon, as it was the 5th day after their last get-together and Simon again didn't show up. Simon didn't seem eager to use his rights on him. When he was together with Simon, it wasn't bad, it was fun even, but it was like Simon not full heartedly enjoyed it. For him, however, being a bottom for Simon, or even Dustin, wasn't as horrible as he had feared.
"No, it's not you. It's the mandatory element of it," Simon said, realizing that it was also the good feeling lingering after the nice experience earlier this afternoon that kept him from getting horny again.
"Ehmm... well.., okay. , good to hear, but it's okay if you'd do it. I've prepared myself," Dave muttered, adding almost whispering, "and maybe I want it."
Simon didn't react and sat in one of the chairs, staring at the painting at the wall above the bed, and Dave dropped on his back on the bed, arms folded behind his head.
They stayed for about 5 minutes, silently wondering about this room and Ferguson apparently sensing what their discussion was about.
Simon sat relaxed, still impressed by Jonathan, and the memory of their play made him hard again.
Dave heard Simon sigh and noticed the growing bulge in Simon's jeans, and he figured that Simon was getting ready for it.
In one quick move, he shed both his jeans and his briefs, and turned on his belly. Simon raised his eyebrows, but then got out of the chair.
It wasn't as good as it has been with Jonathan, Simon concluded, but it wasn't unpleasant either. Dave still had a lot to learn, and maybe he himself should put in some more, and not just wait until Dave came to remind him.
As he got up, wiped himself with the towel, and pulled his pants up, he looked in the mirror, smiled at his messy hair, and ran his hand through it to tidy it up. He looked again to see the result. Was there something moving behind the mirror? Then he saw in the mirror Dave appearing behind him, still wearing only a shirt.
"Let's go back to the Arcade," Simon said, "here, use this towel and get dressed, we can shower back home."
***
He had been his horny self when he went to Roy Mackey for a fuck instead of using his hands. It was school holiday after all, so why bother, time enough for some play. In anticipation of the sex, Derek had a boner all morning, and the rough fabric of his boxers against his dickhead while he walked over to Roy made him feel even more randy.
"Hi Derek," Roy said when he opened the door for him, "come in. Don't want to get your hands wet, I guess?" he said somewhat sarcastically.
Derek was one of his regular visitors who definitely liked a blowjob or a quick fuck to get rid of his hormonal pressure. Just a classmate, Derek was not his friend, but he didn't dislike him either. Sex with Derek was mostly a one-way pleasure trip, and Derek would never take the initiative to help him out, but when asked, Derek never shied away from returning the favor by masturbating him, sometimes even giving him a blowjob.
"Yeah, nothing else to do and there is an up-rising going on," he joked, pointing at the bulge in his jeans.
Derek followed Roy upstairs, a route he had walked many times before, and in Roy's room, they took off their clothes without much decorum. He looked at the nice round buns before him, and his hard dick twisted a little in anticipation. He really needed some relief. He was horny as hell and the a little stressed after last week's events with Old Will. Shooting his semen into a warm ass would absolutely help him to relax a little.
Roy greased his butt, and started to work on the cock pointing at him, and said, "that was quite a sensation, last week, wasn't it?"
Taken a bit off his apropos, Derek mumbled, "Ahm... with Old Will Mackey you mean?"
"Yes, and Gavin and Brian have disappeared as well," Roy added. "I wonder what has happened there. I mean, there is lots of talking, but nobody actually knows exactly, and the few who were there won't tell. I heard your dad was involved as well, is that true? They say it has something to do with Dave Thompson as well."
Derek didn't want to have this discussion, he was here for a nice fuck. Yes, his dad was involved in the posse, but he didn't know what had actually happened. His dad didn't tell, and he was afraid to ask, too scared that his part of the truth would be revealed. Ever since the Council meeting to rule on Dave's future, the Choosing, and especially after last week's shocking events, his conscience didn't leave him at rest.
And now, again, this terrible guilty feeling came up again when Roy mentioned this situation.
"Hey, what's this?" Roy asked surprised, wobbling Derek's now rapidly softening dick, "how am I supposed to grease this floppy thing up? You need to do better than this; you will never get it in me in this condition."
Ashamed, Derek took over from Roy and stroked his greasy dick with some difficulty to hardness again, but not as hard as it was before Roy mentioned Dave. When he was ready, he inserted his dick uninspired, but when the warm depths of Roy's ass engulfed his dick, Derek became the ever-horny boy again and fucked him with increasing enthusiasm, and shot his load quicker than he expected.
"Wow," Roy said as soon as Derek withdrew from his ass, leaving some cum dripping from little opening, "this is so not you, what's the matter? First getting soft, then this quickie without you really enjoying it, are you stressed about what your dad might have done in this Old Will case?"
"I think I jerked off one time too many this morning," Derek lied, "I was super horny, but maybe it was a bit too soon after a couple of sessions with my hand."
Roy looked at him, not knowing whether or not to believe Derek, but he let it go. He was happy that this session didn't take too long and he has some time for himself now. Maybe he could go to the Arcade, to have some fun without his pants down.
Once outside, Derek couldn't handle himself any more. His nerves got the better of him. All the anxiety, the stress, his conscience, his guilt, the fear of what his dad would do to him if he found out what his role had been, what the Mackey Community would think of him once this became public. He couldn't bear it anymore and the tears welded down his cheeks.
He didn't know what to do next, he was afraid to show his teary face at home, triggering questions from him mom, his brother or worse – his dad. He pedaled on his bike without clear destination through the deserted wintery fields and the woodlands, until he was just a few corners away from the Thompsons.
His heart was pounding in his throat, and as if numb with fear, without being able to think clearly he drove to Dave's house and before he actually knew it he had knocked and Dave's mother opened the door.
"Hi young man, what can I do for you?" she started, and when she saw the reddened eyes, she asked concerned, "are you okay?"
Derek nodded, "Yes ma'am, I'm fine, thank you, it's ...eeuhhm... it's a bit cold I guess," he tried to explain his red eyes. "I came to see Dave. Is he at home?"
"Well sure, come in," she invited him, closing the door behind him and pointing at the stairs, "he's in his room."
Still as in trance, Derek went upstairs, knocked on the door, and when he heard Dave's voice `yeah?' he went in.
Surprised, Dave frowned at him. Derek was the last person he'd expected to come visit him. Suspiciously and also a little angrily he asked, "What do you want?"
Derek tried to speak, but his throat was thick and his voice refused to utter a sound. Dave saw Derek's teary eyes and his almost paralyzed posture and he instantly knew why Derek was here.
"Sit," he commanded Derek, pointing at his bed, and waited for Derek to start.
Minutes went by before Derek got his voice back.
"You know why I'm here."
Dave looked coldly at him.
"What are you going to do with me?" he asked with a trembling voice.
"A better question is, what are you going to do?" Dave snapped back.
Derek sighed. He realized that the end of his life as he knew it was there. Dave will show no mercy, neither would his own dad, the Council and the whole Mackey community. But this is what he deserved. He fucked up massively. He got the boy in this situation. He must endure the wrath, and maybe afterwards just jump off the bridge into the wintery icy waters of the river.
He mustered up all his courage and said, "I'm sorry. Sorry for what I did to you." He looked down at his feet, not expecting a reaction other than a furious reprimand. But Dave said nothing.
"I've done this to you, and I regret it. I've kept silent when you were at the Council being grilled about what had happened. I did nothing when you were punished for something I initiated. I even was insensitive enough to approach you for some fun at your Choosing. I don't know what to say. I know, sorry won't be enough."
He swallowed.
"I'm sorry, Dave, I really am. But I know it's too late." Derek felt an unexpected sense of relief, and encouraged by it, he continued, "I am going to tell my dad. And if I live to tell, I will go to the Council, confess what I've done and get my punishment."
Dave didn't know what to say. He had endlessly fantasized about Derek making apologies, and what he would say to that. Or if Derek didn't make his excuses, how he would take revenge, make him suffer in the most sadistic ways. And now, Derek was here. He had cried. He offered his apologies, and was on his way to turn himself in. After all the stress, anger, sadness, it was almost unreal, disappointing even.
"Please Dave, say something," Derek whispered pleadingly, "please say something, that you hate me, that you don't accept my apology, but please, say something."
"I'll go with you."
"What?" Derek uttered, surprised.
"I said, I'll go with you."
Derek stared at him, not knowing what to do next.
"Are we going to your dad first, or to the Council? " Dave asked. His tone was cold, not showing any emotion. He wasn't sure why he'd said this, but he couldn't think clearly now, so if Derek was sincere, let him prove it. Now it was time to let someone else suffer.
It didn't sit well with Dave when he returned home.
He still wondered why he went with Derek in the first place. Maybe he had hoped to witness a painful and humiliating situation? Or did he actually wanted to make sure that Derek would tell his dad and not weasel out? Although he had said that he would tell his dad, once Derek was at his home, he didn't look prepared for it at all.
Derek was as pale as his grandma was in her coffin just before her funeral, when they entered the living room. And when he had confessed everything, Derek's dad's face had looked like he had turned into stone with his last expression frozen at the moment he'd decided to get his axe.
"Thanks for accompanying Derek, but I think you'd better go now," Derek's dad had said threateningly softly. It took him less than half a second to scramble out of the house.
Derek's dad took part at the posse last Monday and he had seen him furious that night, leading the way for the angry men. Nobody had heard from Old Will, Brian and Gavin since, he shivered at the thought of Derek's fate.
***
Like many boys, Simon visited the Arcade almost daily during the holidays. It was great fun, playing games, spending their pocket money on the machines and drinks, and when they were out of coins, Ferguson grumpily handed them some coins to keep them playing.
When he was done with a game at the pinball machine, Simon turned away but bumped into Hugo, who was sipping on a straw in a big coke, almost spilling it on his sweater.
"Oh, sorry man," Simon apologized.
"I'm good."
Simon hadn't seen Hugo since the night of the review, a couple of weeks ago, and he had been procrastinating his plan to have a chat with him about that. He remembered the strange situation with the list in Hugo's notebook, and how upset and angry Hugo had been. And his own feelings about it all. It was definitely strange, if not somehow wrong, but at the same time he had wished that he had done something like that as well, just to get rid of his frustration. For him, the Council's restriction was helpful, but what about Hugo?
But he was glad to see him here, looking happy, joking around at the Arcade with some friends.
"Hey Hugo," he began, "I want to ask you something, you got a moment?"
"Okay?" Hugo replied hesitatingly.
"Let's go to a quieter place," Simon suggested and he directed Hugo to the side exit, leading to the diner that at this time was completely deserted.
"Hugo, I wanted to ask you about that list, okay?" Simon asked empathetically, trying to make the boy feel at ease.
Hugo looked a bit surprised and frowned. Not again, no sermon or warning like Thomas gave him. He wasn't going to discuss this. He had been angry when the boys had seen the papers, and even more when Thomas visited him a couple of days later to discuss this again. Nobody had asked him if he wanted to be a Bottom, so nobody will tell him to quit this, it was his plan for revenge.
"I saw your list. That has upset Thomas and George and you heard what the other boys thought of it."
Hugo remained silent, waiting where this would go, ready to jump up and walk away. He was not in the mood for a sermon, especially not from Simon, that `poor boy' who got some relief for `his burden'. As if he didn't suffer enough.
"I wished I had made a list like that."
"What?" This was not what he expected.
"All these times I have to `service' other boys, without anything I can do about it, not able to refuse, I hate it. I often fantasized about a retaliation of some sorts. Just to get even."
Simon waited a moment and looked Hugo straight in the eyes.
"I know why you made that list. I know your meaning with the cross behind some names. I know these boys, and if they treat you the way they treat me, I can understand your feeling."
Hugo looked at Simon, open-mouthed.
"You can still start to do the same," he said to Simon, not reacting at Simon's statement directly.
"I wish I could. But I should have started earlier. And in my position, you know, the Second Son of the Second Son lineage crap, it could backfire."
Hugo nodded understandingly.
"You still angry all the time?"
"Not always anymore. Sometimes a boy is trying to be nice to me, let me have some fun as well. Then I'll forgive. But there are still a few assholes who just fuck me and humiliate me for their own pleasure and do it again when I make them sign the statement. It's those jerks I hate the most."
"These are the guys with the cross behind their names, right?"
Hugo just nodded.
"Does that means what I think that means?"
"I don't know what you think," Hugo evaded the question.
"Yes you do. Are you really planning to do something to these guys? To harm them, or worse?"
Hugo remained silent for a minute and then explained his feelings, how he hated all of these fuckers, and that the list was indeed intended as a blacklist, to make these boys eventually pay for what they've done. But he also said that nowadays his hatred was becoming less, apart from the few really bullying types, and that keeping the list had become more of a therapeutic ritual, not so much a goal.
Simon had listened without interrupting him. He understood, but was worried at the same time.
He realized that it wouldn't help to tell Hugo that he shouldn't take revenge, to stop with the list. The boy wouldn't listen, just get angry. And besides, he had the same feelings and secret desire to have something like that himself. Instead, he had reassured Hugo that he was there to help him if there were things that should be corrected, or at least get some help. Hugo had to know that what the Council did for him could also be done for him if things got out of hand.
Hugo really appreciated Simons encouraging and supportive words and while the boys talked, he realized, that maybe he shouldn't fight this battle all alone.
"Thanks Simon," he whispered, "I think you're right. I only should use this list to scare a few boys off, but nothing more than that. And these bullies, maybe I should report them, to get them banned from using us Bottoms."
While they sat at the table in the middle of the diner, the door opened and someone came in and the boys lowered their voice, not wanting to be overheard.
The man was about the age of their dads and Simon vaguely recognized him as dad of one the older scouts. The man smiled friendly and said hi, walked towards the far end of the restaurant, and disappeared through a door.
Simon and Hugo picked up their conversation until not much later a younger man, early in his twenties, arrived, peeking around as if to find someone, looked at Simon and Hugo with a look of recognition, and walked over to the boys.
He introduced himself as a friend of Thomas, the Bottom's Rep at the Council. He explained that he recognized Simon and Hugo being Bottoms, told them he had been a Bottom too, from the 1965 Choosing, and they chatted for a minute. After he glanced at his watch, he said goodbye and disappeared through the same door at the back of the restaurant.
Hugo and Simon chatted for a while and Simon begged Hugo not to do something stupid what he might regret for the rest of his life. Hugo understood and was happy being taken serious when Simon told him that he actually liked the idea of telling boys that their abuse might, no, will be held against them, sooner or later.
Simon realized that he didn't need to keep record with autographs like Hugo: he just had to tell them that one day, he'll have some power in the community that will come to haunt them, and every man in Mackey Land will understand why, and will not come to their rescue.
Hugo and Simon got up to leave, but they were curious to where the door the two men went through, was leading. Hugo opened the door, careful not to make a sound, and they stepped into a small, ill-lit hall with one door at the other side and another door to the left.
They looked at each other, checking if they had the guts to check the other door where the men must have gone through. But Hugo turned to get back to the restaurant, and as he went out, Simon curiously opened the door to the left. There was a small room with some boxes piled up against a wall, some old kitchen tools and a curtain halfway the room. He stepped in and glanced behind the curtain, to see what looked like a window with a bar stool in front of it. A dim light entered through the smoky brown glass, and he vaguely noticed a painting, similar to the one that hung over the bed where he and Dave had spent some time last week.
Back in the diner, on their way to the Arcade, Hugo looked questioningly at him but he just shrugged his shoulders.
***
"Are you feeling well?" Simon's mom asked when she noticed Simon sitting silent on the couch, without participating in the happy family banter while eating the black-eyed peas and leafy greens that New Year's Eve.
"I'm fine mom, just a bit tired," Simon replied, not wanting to bring his actual thoughts up.
He had been gloomy all afternoon after Thomas had visited him to remind him that from January 4 the age limit for his service will be adjusted. It was not something new, but being reminded at it, had made him sad. From next week on, he would be open for any Mackey boy between 12 and 2 years older. Boys of 15 years and 7 months, which is almost 16. These guys must have monster dicks. Some 14-year-olds he had to service were huge down there, but not all of them. And besides the donkey-dicks, it will also mean that a whole new cohort of boys will be added to already big pool of wanting boys. Boy, was he glad that the number of fucks had been reduced to 12 per week maximum. Still 12 fucks plus 12 blowjobs wasn't something to celebrate.
But he knew, this was not unique to him, the rule applied to all Bottoms, like Alex, the a new Bottom his age, so he has to endure the 15-year-olds as well.
That eve of the Bicentennial Year, President Ford addressed the American people on television, saying that 1976 will become a memorable year. Simon just sadly pondered about what this would entail for him, starting with the changes the next week and getting worse later that `memorable year', when he would be open for every boy under 21. For him, the Fourth of July 1976 would not be something to celebrate, he feared.
***
Next episode:
What will happen once the first age restriction will be lifted?
Will Derek pay the price for what he did?
To be continued...