Mackey Tales: The Lost Tribes of The West – Simon A. Mackey 19
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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, Nick ea. Please have a look at the Introduction for reference.
Special thanks to Andrew Passey for letting me build on his characters and ideas from his `Village'-series ( https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/the-village/ ). I think you can follow my story without reading `The Village' first, but as it is a good story, I can recommend reading it.
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The
Scouts White Party Camp – part 1
It was two weeks before school ended and the Scouts were anticipating their annual 6-day camp-out in the Far Mackey Woods in the southern part of the Mackey Territory, not far from the dam that created the Lake of the Ozarks.
The older boys loved to tell the new scouts about their experiences, how much fun a camp would be, especially this summer camp being a White Party, and gave an introduction of rules to first timers. 16-year-old Harry and 17-year-old David Mackey were veteran campers with a wealth of knowledge. They explained a dozen written and unwritten rules. Stuff not found in the Handbook that Tenderfoots needed to know. Important things like: `don't collect firewood near another troop's campsite', `don't keep food in your tent', `piss at least 200 feet from water sources', and being a horny teenager they couldn't resist to add `always offer a boned buddy a helping hand', and `good scouts always swallow', making the other boys laugh and roll their eyes.
At dinner that evening his mom asked, "Simon, did you already signed up for the Scout camp?"
Simon shook his head. He loved the Scouts, and in his first year, he had hardly ever skipped one. However, since he had become a Bottom for the Mackey community, he was not so keen anymore. Sometimes, when there were only Mackey boys attending, a Scout assembly turned out to be not as much fun for him as he hoped. At several occasions he'd missed almost half the meeting as quite a few boys would take him to the bushes or to an empty room in the Scouts building and bent him over or got him on his knees before them. The last time they had a campfire, he had missed it almost completely. While most boys were roasting their food, melting their marsh-mellows and having a sing-along, he was busy taking boys up his butt and giving blowjobs, sometimes even at the same time, very suitably called a `spit-roast'. At some point, his friend Dustin even came to look for him and brought him some of the food he was missing.
He had hesitated go to this camp. He had rejoined the scouts earlier this year and everything was fine as long as he stayed close to the non-Mackey boys. But this would be his first White Party. Last year he wasn't allowed to join because he hadn't gone through the Choosing. He now had, so he could join this year. Everybody looked forward to the camp, but he feared that, while everybody would have a good time doing their scout things like working on their merit badges, building wooden bridges, walking trails, he would just be kept occupied on both ends.
"Nah...," he answered, " I'm not sure I want to."
"What, why not? You love the scouts!"
"Well, this is the Mackey camp. It is a White Party."
"So..?" his mom questioned.
"I like the scouts and camps, but now I'm a Bottom, maybe it's not such a nice combination with Mackey scouts, you know. It's a White Party, and I will be wearing blue."
"But Mackey Scouts are not new for you, so how come this would be different?
With a sigh, Simon explained his worries. "I'd love to go to a camp, with hiking, camp-fires, and sing-alongs, and when there are non-Mackeys around, it's just Scouts. But you know, that's different when it's an all-Mackey thing. The last times weren't always that much fun anymore.' He hoped his mother would take the hint, but she asked,
"How so?"
"Ahw Mom...come on..., you know why. I'm a Mackey Community Bottom. They bend me over to fuck me and make me give blowjobs when and wherever they want, remember?" he answered, annoyed.
"Mind your language, Si !" she replied sternly, but she got the point. She looked at Simon and saw tears coming up in his eyes.
"Last time I completely missed the camp-fire while doing...well,... you know what... That was no fun, at least not for me." Simon croaked softly. A tear rolled down his cheek. He sighed. He hated this. Not being able to freely enjoy the out-door life of a scout, having fun with his friends, and maybe most of all he hated it to have to explain why to his mom.
"I see..." she pondered, and turned to Richard, "does he always have to wear blue at a Scout camp?"
"Well, yeah," he answered, "that's the tradition, that's the Mackey Troop rule. They're not gonna change that. But I get it that this a bit too much for him. It's a pity though, Simon, you love scouts. Maybe it's better to accept this and not let it spoil the good things. It won't be very different from what you're used to now."
"Oh, it damn well is," Simon spat angrily, "there is a restriction, remember, just 12 as maximum. But that doesn't apply to the Scouts."
"Ehmm, that's true, sorry, I forgot. I'll ask the Scoutmaster if he is willing to set some rules, like a limit as it is currently, or no sex during camp-fires or something like that."
"That'll be at least something, I guess...but I still don't know. I'll think about it," Simon mumbled, not really convinced.
"Let's see what he is willing to do," Richard said pensively, "it would be a shame if you didn't come along. You know Grandpa is trying to arrange for a group of scouts from the U.K. who are visiting the U.S. for a Jamboree, to come here. You don't want to miss that."
A few days later, his dad told Simon that he'd spoken with the Scoutmaster, and he'd agreed to think of some limitations on using the Blue boys or give some `safe' time, to make sure they also could enjoy a fun camp.
Simon gave in and signed up, still not completely convinced. But he was a Bottom anyway, if he didn't go to camp, he'd be fucked at home instead, so what's to lose? And he wouldn't dare disappointing his Granddad who had made the arrangement for these visiting scouts.
***
"Did you sign up for camp?" Dustin asked hopefully the moment that Simon joined Tom and him at the Arcade. He knew Simon had some reservations about going, but he wished his friend would join.
"Yeah, I did," Simon said, "although I'm not really looking forward to it, to be honest, wearing blue and all."
"I can imagine," Dustin replied, "but last year Tyler joined even though he was turned at the 1974 Choosing and had to wear blue, but he had fun at camp nonetheless. I think boys who will be turned at camp will attract more attention because they are available only for that week, whereas a Community Bottom is available the whole year."
"Talking about the Choosing," Tom said, changing the subject, "there will be a new Master of the Ceremony this year, I heard."
"Yeah, I heard that too, Oliver Mackey, right?"
"He's cool. My dad said that he's a type of guy that will introduce some new things. So far, the Choosing has remained exactly the same for many years, so maybe they will add some extra fun."
"I wonder if they are willing to change some rules as well," Simon added, "we had some discussion with the other Bottoms about the current rules, and made several suggestions. I hope that the Council considers at least some of them."
They agreed that some changes were needed, but knowing the traditional environment they lived in, they doubted that it would be much. They shared their thoughts about the lack of limits, boys - like Hugo- sometimes not being ready for it, the age difference, and of course the term of 3 years. They had several ideas to ease the burden of the Bottoms. Dustin and Tom wisely kept their mouth shut when Simon suggested abolishing the whole Bottom institution. They knew the hardship their friend had to endure, but they also benefitted from this system, so abolition was not their top priority.
But they all agreed that there was room for improvement. The main issue was, when would it be a good time? Simon realized he had to be diplomatic, and wasn't too eager to push for all changes at once as it might look like it was just in his own interest. Simon noticed that Dustin, unlike Tom, wasn't that enthusiastic and eager to make big changes at all, but Tom really had some good thoughts and the right arguments, and not only because he hated seeing Simon suffer, but for every boy who was at risk of being turned.
"Look, there are these kids again," Dustin pointed at a group of 12-year-olds at the back of the Arcade, "let's push few buttons again," he grinned mischievously.
Tom and Simon chuckled and they went to the boys to have some fun with the stress Dustin had caused, well, not so much caused, had aggravated.
From the corner of his eyes, Jordan saw the older boys coming their way, and he was prepared. As soon as Dustin tried to ask a teasing question, he countered him.
"Last time you started about the Choosing you said that you couldn't tell us too much, but I did some research, and I know some things even you don't know."
It took Dustin by surprise, and although he tried to stay cool, he wasn't sure what Jordan could know and made the mistake of asking him the stupid question, "oh yeah? and what would that be then?"
"I know about the organization, the people in it, even those you don't know about," Jordan bluffed, looking at him defiantly.
This time, Dustin took the bait.
"Oh, I don't think so," Dustin shot back, not expecting the boy talking back like this, "I already know that Oliver will be the new Master of the Ceremony this year," he bragged.
Jordan didn't blink an eye, even though he was surprised that Dustin just mentioned a name he didn't knew. He smelled victory and went on nagging Dustin, trying to get as much information as he could until Tom and Simon worriedly pulled Dustin's arm to silence him. He was giving way too much information and was completely carried away in the word feud with the brash boy. But Jordan was happy. He knew Oliver. He was an older second cousin. He would pay him a visit to learn a few things.
"That wasn't a smart thing to do," Tom said angrily to Dustin when they walked away. "Why did you tell him about Oliver? I might be not a real secret, but for these boys it was to be kept a surprise. Now you can bet on it that Jordan will check on him, or at least will spread the name."
"What name?" Hugo joined the conversation, overhearing the last words when he walked to the three boys.
"Dustin told these kids that Oliver Mackey will be the new Master of the Ceremony next Choosing. They will be in that Choosing. I think he shouldn't have done that."
"Oh, I didn't know that Andrew was replaced by Oliver."
"Yeah, Andrew just moved out of state for an internship, so he couldn't be available."
"But why shouldn't these boys know who would be in charge of the Ceremony?"
"Well it's part of the whole set-up, to keep the tension. We didn't know either when we were up for the Choosing, remember?"
"And with Jordan, there is a risk that he will go a bit too far trying to find what the plans will be this year. These boys are really stressed about it and Dustin teased them already to make them super nervous," Tom added.
Hugo nodded frugally. He wasn't too happy with these three playing with the kids' feelings, although he could barely suppress a grin when they told him how Dustin had teased them last week. Then he realized that this Jordan kid might be a good ally to help him punch a crack in the Choosing he so despised. He would pay him a visit as soon as these three were gone.
***
Like the last week of December, Thomas had visited the Bottoms to prepare them for the adjustment of the age limit for their service after the 1976 Choosing. It left Simon a little depressed. The change itself was not something new, but being reminded at it had made him sad and frightened him. After the Choosing, he would be open for any Mackey boy between 12 and 21 years. Until now, it was for boys of 15 years, almost 16. Some of these guys had monster dicks. After the Choosing, he would be servicing even older boys, men actually. He shivered at the thought of being plugged by a 20-year-old. And besides the donkey-dicks, it also will mean that a whole new cohort of boys will be added to the already big pool of wanting boys. The worst thing was that the limit of 12 per week would no longer be there. In his bed that night, he had cried silently.
As Thomas had advised, he talked about this with some ex-Bottoms, to learn from their experience. He went to Curtis Mackey and Josh Weiberg, the 1972 Bottoms who were dismissed at last year's Choosing, after 3 years of service. They both had told him about their experiences, and it had been quite unsettling, even though they tried to put him at ease.
"When I started my 3rd year," Curtis had said, "I was at least as scared as you are, but trust me, looking back, the second year was worse."
That's right," Josh added, "in the second year all these super horny 14 and 15-year-olds were unstoppable. And often rude as well. It's no fun dropping your pants for a 18-year-old, but in general, they are much nicer than the horny youngsters. Actually, there aren't that much older boys looking for a fuck, the 12 to 14-year-olds were the majority until the very end, and more annoying too."
"Yeah, Josh is right. There not that many older guys looking for a younger boy to plug. In fact, when we compared last year, all four of us had the same small group who kept knocking on our doors."
Simon raised his eyebrows, partly out of curiosity, partly because he didn't really believe them. But when Curtis and Josh shared some names, explaining that a few of them were just horny bastards who couldn't get a girlfriend, but the rest were actually into boys instead of girls and were usually very kind and caring, he felt a bit more relieved. If it will stay at the number of boys that Josh and Curtis mentioned, he thought, he could live with it. It was shocking however to learn that there were quite a lot who preferred boys to girls, more than he had met until now.
"I still don't like the idea of having an adult roaming in my butt," Simon countered, "that's so awkward. With boys it's already stupid and embarrassing enough, but a 19 or 20 year old man?"
"It is embarrassing," Curtis agreed, "but trust me, the puppies who just survived the Choosing are the worst: a 12-year-old pounding away in your ass when you're 16 is so degrading. And you should know, the older the guy, the better your position will be. It's not blackmailing, of course, but nowadays we sometimes just have to look a bit intently at a guy who shot his seed up our ass to come close to that, and we often get what we want and even some privileges."
"Yeah, and in your case, becoming the leader of the Trust someday, it will be even easier. Either you scare them right now with the prospect of you recollecting what they did, or just wait and you can confront them later with what they've done."
Simon had heard that argument before, and although it was little consolation right now, it had helped him reduce his anxiety a little.
***
Alan put the phone back on the hook and turned to Richard, rubbing his hands contentedly.
"I just spoke with my old friend William Miller," he said, "the Bradley scouts are indeed in the U.S. for hiking the southern part of the Appalachian Trail when our scouts are at camp, and they're planning to visit them."
He was really happy with the prospect of making the two troops meet. When he had visited the U.K. a few months ago, he had met William Miller's son Rob and his friend Sam Bradley, the son of Lord Alan Bradley, the local chief. He had met them only once before, when they were boys, during the war. At the time, they were 14, now they were full-grown men, married, with children, and Sam Bradley was even a Member of Parliament. He had also met both Rob's son Howard and Sam's son Hugh, and he was astonished by their spitting images of their dads and granddads. He had discussed a possible meeting when they were in the U.S., and both Sam and Rob's kids are scouts, and they will be going to the Jamboree. Rob and Sam liked the idea of having their sons meet the Mackey. It might be good for them to know that there are more towns or clans in the world having some sort of bottom tradition as they had in Bradley.
"It might be a little shock for both troops to learn that they have a peculiar tradition in common, but it will be fun, I guess," Thomas Alan continued enthusiastically.
"It's great they liked the idea of bringing the two troops together at a camp. What do you think, should we tell the boys?"
"Well, I already mentioned it in private to Simon last week, to convince him that he should sign up for camp. But I doubt that he told other boys, so they won't know about it. I think it would be a nice surprise for them when the scoutmaster tells them when they are at camp, don't you think?
"Yeah, we'll leave it a surprise. I'll tell the scoutmaster the news, he can make some changes in his program."
***
The weekend after school had ended for the summer holidays, the scouts were packing up for camp. The boys were busy collecting the cooking gear, cleaning the water cans, checking the ropes and excitedly talking about the previous adventures, hoping that this year's camp would be as much fun as it was last year.
There were two scout troops in the Mackey Territories, one in the North with 27 boys and one in the South with 23 boys. They usually had their own gatherings, sometimes with combined camps and parties, just like any other BSA Troop. The annual summer camp however was a Mackey-only tradition, it was basically just a scout camp but with some tweaks, in fact an extended White Party.
That was why the 7 non-Mackey boys from both troops couldn't join, They knew that the Mackeys had some weird and secret traditions, some even suspected it was related to sexual stuff, but as it always has been this way, they didn't know better and accepted it. Because it was a Mackey scout camp, the two Troops were merged.
This year there were 35 boys attending. Not all Mackey boys did: the Mackey boys who haven't gone through the Choosing yet weren't allowed and some didn't want to because the rules for being a White or a Blue boy were different from other White Parties, and they simply didn't want to risk being assigned to wear blue.
Usually at the scouts' White Parties, the boys who had to wear blue briefs were the Community Bottoms and the boys who wanted to earn the community service merit badge quickly, or sometimes a boy who blatantly trespassed the rules, showed no respect, or did unacceptable things.
The annual Scout camp White Party was different: Blue boys were not chosen like at the Choosing, or assigned to be Blue as a correctional measure. Only Community Bottoms had to wear blue, the rest of the selection was usually based on the outcome of a game or competition, where the Blue and White were selected.
Understandably, not every boy wanted to take the risk of being assigned as Blue and had to take his fellow Scouts up the ass all week. Mostly some of the older boys, who haven't been bottomed before, skipped this camp. Once you're almost Eagle Scout at 16 or 17, maybe even 18, you're not that keen to take the risk of having Tenderfoots shoving their dicks up your butt in your last year.
Finally, the day arrived and the group of boy scouts, accompanied by their dads or moms and some siblings, gathered at the parking lot in front of the church, all dressed in their scouting uniform. As the custom was, a school bus from Blair Oaks High School where most Mackey went to school has been chartered, and the boys were getting their stuff in.
"Can I have a moment, please?" the Scoutmaster shouted over the chattering crowd to silence them for his speech.
"Welcome everyone," he started as soon as the noise went down and everyone paid attention, "we're leaving shortly, but I just need to make this announcement to comply to the rules of the BSA, and the Mackeys as well."
Some boys playfully protested `oh no, not the disclaimers...boooring...'
"Well, today we're going to camp. All parents have signed off on this for approval, and they all know what this could mean to you, but I want to make sure that every participating boy understands and complies as well. I don't want any regrets later on," he continued.
"So, let me make this clear. Boys, you're all Mackeys, went through a Choosing and fully understand the White Party rules, right?
The boys laughed and made suggestions of what they'd like to do once at camp.
"And you all know that in this camp the White Party rules are not the common Mackey ones?" He waited a second and continued, "you all are aware that the selection of White and Blue is not by voting like the Choosing, but by games or completely random, so anyone – I repeat, anyone – of you will have a chance to be a Blue, is that clear?"
The crowd reacted a bit less cheerful this time.
"If any of you has some second thoughts, please step out now. If not, we're ready to leave."
He waited a moment and checked the boys' faces to see if there are some worried boys that might have second thoughts. He knew that some boys were more or less pressed to participate by their peers, or even their parents. But he didn't see boys hesitate. He signaled the 3 other Scout leaders and said, "OK then, hop on, we're leaving!"
A loud cheer went up and the boys scrambled for their place in the bus.
The 36 miles ride took nearly 50 minutes, and the boys were very excited, chattered, and had fun all the way to the Far Mackey Woods near the Bagnell quarry.
It was about 10am when they arrived at the old Mackey place in the middle of about 5,000 acres of woods. It was an old place, a big wooden building that originally was set up for the miners and loggers that used to exploit the lands until they were forced to leave when the Supreme Court in the `30s finally ruled that area was legally owned by the Mackey Trust, and was a part of the Mackey Territories.
The building had a kitchen, a room that was used as a bunkhouse for staff, and shower facilities in a partially enclosed shower house at the backside of the building. It had half-walls and big tanks on top where rainwater was collected, and pull-chains that let the water run down through big brass showerheads. Two shower areas were separated by a storage room where axes, shovels, saws, and other tools were kept. Even in the middle of summer, that water was cold! Nobody lingered in the showers. There was a big roof attached to the building on the other side, covering a later built big stone fireplace that was used for campfires when it rained too hard for the regular campfire place to be used.
In a clearing about a couple of hundred feet away from the building, two big army tents that in their heydays had served as a field hospital in Korea, were set up against each other, forming one huge tent for the boys to sleep in.
The camp had a cold-water stream fed by a spring, which eventually flowed into a small pond where the scouts could fish or swim in. The pond was deep enough for the roughhousing, but shallow enough that the summer sun could warm it enough for the boys to splash around in. However, it still remained a bit cold and it took a while after a swim for a boy's balls to creep back down out of their hiding place.
Simon was a bit nervous. After long hesitating, he had finally signed up. He really wanted to enjoy the scouts, but also he feared to be the `butt of the camp', quite literally so. But with the other boys around him having fun, he just let go.
Being the oldest boy at 17, David Mackey was also looking forward to this camp. He'd been to many camps, White Party or regular ones, and he loved it. He was really the ultimate outdoorsy type, and loved tracking with other boys. So far, he'd never been a Blue boy, and fingers crossed, he'd survive this time as well. Optimist was his middle name, although he knew the risks and the consequences. He just couldn't imagine that they would bend him over, so he didn't worry. And if selected, too bad, he'll survive, he thought. His friend Kevin Richter had lost several games in the competition last year, was turned and had been used very intensively that week. But he lived, and nobody ever held it against him afterwards. Above all, Kevin joined this year again, as if nothing happened, and as if he wasn't in danger of being selected again. So, how bad can it be? Well, having boys poking their boner in your ass is bad, but that's what it is to be a Mackey.
Everyone got off the bus and took their luggage, and helped the staff out with the Scout equipment that was stored in the storage department under the bus.
"Before everyone starts moving to get your stuff in place, please follow me first," the Scoutmaster shouted.
He took the boys to the stage with the big campfire place and had them sit on the surrounding bleachers.
"You will get settled later on, but first I want to set the rules for this camp. And, more importantly, what you've all been looking forward to, the White & Blue selection!"
Some cheers went up, but that quieted down quickly when the boys realized that this was the moment of truth they knew would come but all had silently dreaded.
"I think you all are wearing whites today, isn't it?" he asked, "now please, take of your scout uniform, just stay in your underwear. That's what you're going to do most of the time this camp anyway."
The boys quickly got rid of their clothes, and indeed, all were wearing whites. That is, all except Simon, who was wearing yellow striped grey briefs, not daring to wear whites.
The Scoutmaster signaled John, one of the assistant Scoutmasters, to explain the rules.
He made it clear that –apart from some specific Mackey rues - this was a normal Scout event, so several BSA activities are scheduled for the next days like hiking, working on merit badges, having campfires, playing games, swimming. He also set out the specific rules for this occasion.
"The Mackey rules are applicable, and this is Mackey property," he began, "but the occasional unaware tourist may stroll around. So, be aware of privacy violations. Some boys will be turned to be a Blue boy this camp, but they should be treated with respect. It will not turn them into Mackey Bottoms once back at home."
The older boys knew the rules, and the first-timers now started to look a bit anxious. It was nothing new, but now it was told again this explicitly, here at camp where they couldn't weasel out anymore, it was confronting.
"We have 35 boys, and the rule is to have 1 bottom on 4 or 5 tops, so there will be a minimum of 6 boys wearing blue servicing the remaining 29. The game, however, could assign some extra Blue boys.
All Whites can use Blue boys for fun, just like back home with the Community Bottoms, but harassment or abuse will not be tolerated."
The boys nodded in agreement.
"Use of Blue boys is free to all Whites, except for some periods during the day to give them a break as well. These periods are during breakfast, lunchtime, and dinner. Blue boys cannot be used. And 8-10pm is campfire time, Blue boys are off limits then as well.
Like in regular life, we don't have specific limits. We trust you're clever and sensible scouts, old enough to see what is appropriate. Every White boy has the right to ask a fuck and a blowjob from a Blue boy, who cannot refuse. Blue boys can ask for the same fun as well, both from Whites or other Blue, but it's not a right, only a favor, and can be refused."
The boys grinned at these rules, it was clear they'd appreciate it. As White that is...
Simon looked a bit more relieved. At least he'll get some time to enjoy his dinners, even free time at campfire and sing-along. Could be worse.
"And now, gentlemen, the moment of truth...," the Scoutmaster said theatrically.
"We're starting the selection, so in about 60 minutes time, all of you will know your fate for the coming days. Let's get started."
The assistant scoutmasters John and Anthony came forward with a big box and emptied it on the stage behind the Scoutmaster.
"These, my fellow scouts, are the packages your mothers have prepared for you at our request."
The Scoutmaster pointed at the pile and continued, "for every one of you, we have one package. It's your Blue outfit." he said with a devious smile.
The boys on the bleachers shuffled uneasily.
"Yes, your moms have packed for each of you a set of 6 blue briefs to wear. Just in case you are selected to wear blue of course. If you are the lucky one to be selected, you'll pick your package and change here into Blue. Those of you who are not so lucky can return their package unopened to your mom."
A groan from embarrassment rose from the boys who realized that when they didn't send their Blue package back, their moms would know they'd been Blue even before they returned home after camp.
The Scoutmaster looked at the boys sitting there a bit uneasy just in their white briefs or boxers, making some jokes.
"But why don't we keep it simple?" Simon's classmate Nick joked loudly, "we've got Simon already, so why bother to select others in this procedure. He's the best anyway. He knows the drill and could handle us all easily." A laughter rose from the boys, and Simon hung his head. Not good. This was exactly what he had been afraid of from the beginning. They got along well usually, but now he hated Nick.
The Scoutmaster ignored the joke, just mumbled something to John nodding towards Nick, and let him continue explaining the selection game. "Unlike previous camps," said John, "this year the selection would be completely random, instead of competition with games, or a voting."
John explained that they would use two sets of cards, one with red backs, and one with blue, each containing 2 Jokers.
Every boy had to pick two cards: one from the red deck of cards, and one from the blue deck.
He continued explaining,
"The combination with the highest value is a `Winner', the lowest a `Loser'. An Ace has the lowest value of one, the King is the highest at thirteen. After you've picked two cards, you can swap one card to gamble at adjusting the value if you wish. If you swap a red card, you pick a new red one, if you swap a blue card, you pick another blue one."
He looked around to check if everyone understood, and then continued,
"Every round there will be one Loser and one Winner. The Winner is the one with the highest value of his combination, and the Loser has the lowest value. They both have to leave the game, but the Winner is to collect his prize, the package here on stage. But, there is a mean strike: there are two Jokers in each deck. A Joker from the red deck makes you a Loser, and you have to leave the game instantly. But when you've picked a Joker form the blue pack, you're a Winner instantly and you can collect your prize, which is the package on the stage."
The boys were silent now, looking a bit nervous.
John looked at the Scoutmaster who nodded to give a signal.
"But, before we start, we'll have a little change of plans in the assignment of Blue and White boys," John said.
"Nick, please come forward. I've got a package here," and he picked up a little box from the pile.
Nick looked up, shocked, and his face went pale as if he'd seen a ghost.
"Wow.., ..wait.., .what.. , I thought the game was about gamble, not appointments?"
"Well Nick, I thought it was you to start with the suggestion we'd just appoint Simon, without game, weren't you? So, I think you're the right boy for us to ask to come forward."
"Oh man, shit. Why can't I keep my trap shut? Now I'm done for."
Reluctantly he stood up and went to the stage. He looked sideways and saw Simon, looking sad.
He felt ashamed; for his stupidity to attract this attention, but even more so for the impact of his mean joke on Simon. He had used Simon as a Bottom several times, and he really liked him. Not just as a butt to fuck, but as a nice guy. Cute even.
He made a beeline, straight to Simon and whispered, "I'm sorry, Si, I really am. Stupid joke. Wasn't meant to hurt you. I'm sorry if I did. I'll make it up to you. I'm now done for, I'll have to accept that I'll be Blue, but I want you to pop my cherry. OK?"
Simon looked him in the eyes, flabbergasted.
"What did he say ?" someone shouted.
"He said that he was sorry, and..." the boy sitting next to Simon answered, but before he could finish, Simon stood up and repeated loud,
"Yeah, he said sorry for his improper joke on me," and then looked at the boy with daggers in his eyes to silence him and not repeat the rest of Nick's remark.
"Well, that's the honorable thing to do, Nick," the Scoutmaster said, tapping Nick on the shoulder, "it's a true scout's behavior to apologize without being made to."
John held the package up to hand it over. Nick felt his stomach turn, and took a deep breath stepping towards John to collect his package.
"How could I be so stupid?" he thought, "now I'm the first to be turned, not even had a chance of a lucky hand in the game. Crap."
He hung his head when he took the little package John handed him. There was an envelope attached to it. He read the name on it.
"Huh, what?" he looked up to John, confused. "This isn't for me, it's for Simon."
"Yeah, it is," John said, secretly enjoying the fear and confusion of the mouthy boy before him. "You're the one to insult Simon, so, you're the one to hand this to him."
Simon's heart skipped a beat. "Shit! First being the butt of jokes, and now the first to change in Blue. In front of every one and even before Nick." He really regretted that he signed up for this camp.
"Simon, please step forward" John asked.
He got up to the stage. Nick handed him the box, still looking confused, and ashamed. "Sorry, Simon."
Simon opened the envelope and took out a letter. It was from the Community Board. He started reading it, but halfway his hands began to tremble, and his eyes filled with tears. When he got to the end, he was stunned.
"What does it say ? " someone from the bleachers asked.
Simon couldn't find words. Tears started flowing over his cheeks and he simply handed the letter to Nick.
"You tell them," he said with a croaking voice, wiping tears from his eyes.
The boys on the bleachers were silent, as in shock. What was this all about? Simon, crying?
Nick quickly read the letter and when he had finished, he looked up at the Scoutmaster, stunned, with open mouth.
"Really?"
The Scoutmaster nodded.
"Well," Nick began, and he read out the letter. When he was done, it was dead silent for a minute.
Then all hell broke loose. Boys shouting, cheering and stamping there feet. This was something special.
The Board had just given Simon a full exemption from his Community Bottom duties for the duration of the camp, plus two days after. He was to wear white briefs. Entitled to all the rights and privileges of White boys.
The Board knew about the review in December and the Scoutmaster had told them about Simon's experiences at the scouts, his worries about being overly used as he was the most popular and reliable Bottom for both the North and the South Mackey Territories.
The Board recognized his track record, which, after one year Bottom service and the limits set after the review still shows an astonishing average of almost 3 fucks per day (not to speak of the blowjobs) and considered his attitude of not-complaining-just-complying-and-provide-the-service as outstanding, an example for the community.
He was free.
"So, here you go," John said.
Simon wiped his eyes, looked around confused, then took the package, and teared it open.
White.
6 brand new white briefs, and 6 white t-shirts.
No way! It's for real, he thought.
He swallowed. He dropped the package, looked at the crowd and lowered his grey briefs without any further hesitation and stepped out of them. No need to be ashamed for nudity, because most, if not all of these boys, had seen his naked butt and dick before when they'd fucked him, many of them multiple times.
With a smile as wide as the Mississippi, he picked one of the white briefs from the package and put them on. A cheer went up when he proudly showed the audience.
"Lookin' sharp, Simon", "You're one lucky guy today !", "Yeah, you really deserve this."
"Simon, you're White now, so you're not playing the game. Please come sit over here," the Scoutmaster said, pointing at a spot on the first row of the bleachers in front of him.
Nick was still standing on the stage, looking forlorn, not knowing what to do next, when John turned to him and said,
"and now for you,..., " he didn't finish and waited to see the boy's reaction. Nick's heart sunk, expecting to get his package and being turned.
"...and for you, young man, take this as a lesson not to make jokes at the expense of someone, especially not someone who is already vulnerable." Nick looked up, hopeful.
"You can go back to your seat, and join the game. We'll test your luck there."
With a sigh of relieve Nick said `thank you, sir,' went back and sat down.
"Ok guys, we're moving on. Please spread out a little so you cannot see into each other's cards. John, please start the game".
The boys rearranged themselves on the bleachers and John took the red deck, shuffled it thoroughly, and let every boy pick one card.
"A Joker, anyone?" they shook their heads, and he moved on with the blue deck. When every boy had two cards, some were already groaning and looking unhappy with their cards.
"A Joker from the blue deck, anyone?" Again they shook their heads, and he continued " someone wants to swap cards?"
"Ehm,.. I think I'd better try to get rid of one," Frank mumbled and raised his hands. Some other boys followed.
John took the card they wanted to swap, and let them pick a new one from the red or blue deck.
New groans.
"I'll take that as bad luck?" John joked, but some boys looked really unhappy now.
"OK, show time. Let's see your cards"
He walked along the boys and looked at their cards. Steve showed his cards with a broad smile. An Ace and a two. Ian and Carter looked again at their cards, in a state of panic now.
"Looks like we have a Loser. And a Winner, of course. First the Loser. Who has lower value than Steve? Nobody ? Well, Steve too bad for you. You're a Loser. You have to leave the game, and you can sit next to Simon."
In a split second Steve had moved to Simon, still trembling with the luck he had.
John moved on. "I've seen a nine and a Queen combination, that's 21. Anyone with a higher value than that?"
There was some shuffling, a few boys were comparing their cards and then pointing at 13 year old Carter . "He has a King and ten. That's 23. "
Carter sat paralyzed, "Oh no, this can't be happening, can it?".
"Well, we have a Winner, please Carter, come down here, and collect your prize" .
Carter stood up and walked to the stage in trance to get his package.
When he turned to go back to the bleachers, John said, "No, just stay here. You've got to change now, and then you can sit at the Winner's side over there."
Carter hung his head in resignation, opened the package, stepped out his white briefs, and quickly pulled the blue briefs up.
"Congratulations, our first Winner today! Let's give him a hand, ye'all ! "
A cheer went up, but is wasn't full heartedly. It was clear that the boys were concerned to cry victory too early.
Only Mike, as always the 14 year old happy-go-lucky dare devil who didn't really care to make a bad joke, shouted, "Are we gonna fuck him right now on stage, like in the Choosing?"
Some boys snickered. The Scoutmaster raised his hand to silence the crowd and frowned at Mike to let him know that he'd better not push his luck.
John went on with round two and collected the cards from the boys, sorted the red and blue cards and shuffled them thoroughly.
He let the boys pick a red card first, then a blue card, and allowed them to swap. This time not many boys were willing to change cards, as they feared the risk of getting worse cards in return. It's just a matter of luck, anyway.
They had a good laugh when 13 year old Nathan – a very sweet kid, but not the brightest in town – said with a very worried and sad face, that he is the Winner because he had 2 Aces.
"Well if you want to be Winner with these cards, it's your choice, but actually, you have the lowest possible value," John said. The crowd laughed and Nathan was told to go sit with the other Losers.
While Nathan moved to the other Losers, still a bit confused but not unhappy, the 13 year old Henry sat silently on the second row of the bleachers holding his tears back.
King and Queen. That's it. It's going to happen, no way out, he realized. He was scared. He had gone through last year's Choosing when he was 12 and fortunately was not chosen. He had witnessed Simon and the other Bottoms being fucked at the Choosing and later he had some fun with Simon and Leo a few times, yeah, he fully knew what could happen. But he never imagined that he himself actually would be turned. That was something that always happened to others. But not this time. He was going to wear blue this camp.
"Don't worry, Henry," the scout next to him said, putting his arm around him, " you can do this. You're not alone. This is the Scouts, remember. It's more relaxed and the boys are more careful when they fuck you than the regular Mackey guys back home. You'll be fine."
Henry stood up and showed his cards.
"Well, well, King and Queen, that's hard to top. Anyone got higher?" xx looked around seeing the faces with a restrained smiles from relief, "No ? Than we have our second round Winner, our second Blue boy today! Congrats, Henry, come here to collect your prize."
Henry walked up to the stage and Anthony handed the boy his box. Still not knowing to cry or just accept his fate, Henry changed on the stage and moved next to Carter where he sat down quietly. He didn't even look at Simon, who still grinned as the luckiest kid in town.
As the boys were now a bit more used to the game and the scout leaders did their best to create a more lighthearted atmosphere, they started to loosen up a bit.
Corey, one of the older boys, got a little cocky and started making jokes about his immunity for bad luck. It was true, he never had bad luck in any game, and at some point, another scout joked that it must be because he was of Irish descent and used his magic powers. Corey played along and looked as if he was caught red handed and waved his hands as if putting a spell on him and warned the boy to be careful, or else... They had a good laugh at that and Anthony, one of the other assistant Scoutmasters took over from John to open the third round.
Anthony collected all cards, sorted, and shuffled them thoroughly and let the remaining boys on the bleachers pick a card from the red deck.
He checked if there was a red Joker, but nobody was lucky, so he went on with the blue deck and let the boys pick their second card.
"Fuck!"
"Ah, that sounds like we have a Joker, am I correct?"
Without a word, and without any expression on his face, the 14-year-old Jerry stood up and moved to the stage, showing his Joker to Anthony.
"Yep, a Winner." John picked the boy's little box from the pile and handed it to him.
Still without saying a word, Jerry opened the box, dropped his briefs, put on the blue briefs, and moved to the other Blue boys before Anthony could say anything.
"Hmmm, we should keep an eye on him, not sure how he's taking this," Anthony thought, noticing the non-descriptive expression on Jerry's face. He had been a Mackey Community Bottom himself, and he knew from experience that not every boy was adjusted to the idea easily.
He moved on to check the lowest value. With a happy smile, Paul Richter showed his cards, a 2 and 3, and as nobody showed lower value, Anthony said, "Well, you're the Loser this round, and you can sit with the other Losers," pointing at the direction of Simon.
"Hey, Simon, how does it feel to be a Loser?" Anthony joked to lighten the atmosphere further.
Simon stood up, and with a grin from ear to ear like the Cheshire Cat he held two thumbs up and wriggled his bubble butt in the white briefs to the audience. Big laughs, `way to go Simon!'
"Yeah, this is one boy who really deserved this," Anthony thought, saying, "Oh, hey Simon, you can take your blue bracelet off as well. You're not a Community Bottom here, remember?"
Anthony moved on. "Now the Winner. I've seen a two Jacks combination, that's 22. Has anyone a higher value than that?"
There was some chatter when the boys compared their cards and then the 13-year-old Elliott stood up and shouted, "I have a Jack and a King. I'm the Winner!" He seems excited to be Winner, and some older boys sniggered. Clearly, this boy didn't fully comprehend what being a Winner meant.
"Ok, we have the 4th Winner," Anthony said, inviting Elliott to come to the stage. As an excited kid running for his birthday present he jumped to the stage and got his little box and opened it. He picked one of the blue briefs and showed it to the other scouts, who laughed and cheered. The boy lowered his white underwear without blinking an eye, looking at the blue briefs with a little smile as if he was just happy to get some new cool clothes, stepped in and pulled them up. He even made a turn to show the audience, much to their pleasure and scampered as a joyful puppy to the other Winners.
"Well, that's a happy camper!" Anthony said a little bewildered at the enthusiasm of the boy who seemingly did not fully grasp the magnitude of his prize, although he should know as he has been through last year's Choosing.
"We've played three of the five rounds and have four Winners, so we're past halfway the game," the Scoutmaster said, "shall we proceed, or should we have a break and get some snacks?"
It was quickly decided that the boys could use a little break after this nerve breaking game, and they took a 20 minutes break for some refreshments and a snack. The Losers were clearly very relieved, hopping around in their whites, knowing that they were safe. Simon, knowing from experience how a newly selected Bottom would feel, took some time to talk to the Winners. Except Elliott, they were not very happy, but they were okay. Only Jerry showed no emotions, he hardly said a word, which was a bit strange as he usually was one of the more talkative scouts.
He felt sorry for Jerry, but he was 14 and a regular user of the Community Bottoms, including himself, so Jerry might not be happy now, he will survive. No, Elliott, that was the boy that touched him most. He seemed almost happy when he was announced a Winner, while Simon vaguely remembered him being very scared at the Choosing, fiercely hoping not to be chosen, but he only got one vote. Elliott had visited him two or maybe three times, and he had been one of the nicer boys, he even got the feeling that Elliott was more than other boys interested in boy on boy sex. So he wasn't that much surprised when Elliott answered his question if he hated being Blue with a clear `well, I've always wondered what it would be like, being on the other side, so I guess I'll learn that this week'.
After the break, everyone settled at the bleachers, the Winners in one corner, the Losers in the other, and the Scoutmaster let the third assistant Scoutmaster, Aaron, take the lead for the next round.
Aaron announced round four, checked the decks, and shuffled them thoroughly. Now that the first games had been played and the first Blue boys have been selected, the atmosphere was a bit more relaxed, although they all knew that more boys will be turned and they all would have an equal chance to be one of them.
With two more rounds to go, at least 2 boy boys will be added as Winner, but there will be the Jokers in each round adding to the chance of two extra Winners. Already 4 boys had been selected as Blue, three by the card game, one by pulling the Joker.
The fourth round started and it went very fast.
When the boys that still were in the game had their second card, they were offered to swap, if they'd like.
David was clearly not really happy and tried to peak at his neighbor's cards to see what his position was. He couldn't really see, but guessed that with a ten and a Queen he was on the winning side.
David Mackey was the oldest boy in the Troop, 17 turning 18 coming winter. He was up to become an Eagle Scout. This was his 5th Mackey Scouts camp, and so far he has been lucky not to be selected Blue.
He hesitated a moment, but in a reckless moment, he raised his hand and offered the Queen for a swap.
"OK, I'll take that card," Aaron said, "and you can pick a replacement from the blue deck," holding the deck out to David.
He picked a card.
The boy's face went pale instantly.
He looked up bewildered.
"Not the best swap, I guess?" Aaron said with a grin when he saw the shocked expression on David's face.
Without saying a word, David showed him his card. A Joker. From the blue deck.
"This is your lucky day," Aaron said to tease David, "you've never won, and now at your last camp you finally are a lucky Winner!" Boys cheering, clapping hands, whistling on their fingers.
He was becoming a Blue boy in his last Scouts camp. A Bottom.
He clearly didn't look happy, but his 16 year old friend Kevin shouted from the bleachers, "Hey David, don't look so sad, last year you were happy for me when I was turned, and now I'm happy for you." Boys laughing. "Yeah, right" "Way to go David"
He got up and mumbled softly, "this sucks", but just loud enough to have some boys overhearing him. "Yeah, you're right, but you will be the one to do the sucking" they joked.
He went up the stage and Aaron handed him the package his mother had prepared and Aaron said with a devilish grin on his face, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Here you go, you can change into these right now. I'm sure the stains you'll get in these will prove to your mom that you've been serving the community well." David turned deep crimson when he heard some boys snickering.
"Oh crap", he thought when he realized that everyone at home will find out that he had been fucked massively this last camp, "I'll be the oldest bottom this camp. No one will let pass that opportunity. Shit."
He opened his package and took the blue briefs out. He lowered his whites and bent over to step into the blue briefs. "Look at that, what a great ass!" someone shouted a bit sardonically. He quickly turned around in shame to get his ass out of the view, but when the audience saw his 17 year old cock, some boys audibly gasped at the sight of his almost adult size dick.
"It's a good thing he is a Blue boy now, " one of the younger boys said, "imagine he still was White and a younger kid had to take that monster up his butt... Brrr..."
With a look on his face as if his days were numbered, he walked to the other Blue boys, regretting the day he decided to sign up for this camp.
Aaron continued,
"David is the lucky Winner by Joker, and he is truly lucky, because being a Blue boy in this Scout camp counts for full hours of Community Service for his Eagle Scout badge. But for now, we still have to finish this fourth round, guys, so let me see, who has the highest value."
"It's me, I guess," 14 year old Kenny said, showing a King and a ten. Indeed, he was the highest. Without any complaint or even unhappiness, he got to the stage to get his prize. Aaron congratulated him and asked if he was OK, but Kenny just shrugged and said with a weak smile on his face, "I don't like it very much, but hey, I'm a Mackey, and that means as a boy you have a risk to be fucked in the ass." Everyone was impressed. And keen to go test that ass.
"Ok gents, our fifth and final round." Aaron proceeded, "we have 6 Blue boys, 4 by winning the game, 2 by picking the blue Joker. Now it's time for the last one, or if a Joker is picked two, maybe even three if both blue Jokers are picked."
The cards were collected again, sorted, and shuffled thoroughly. After the first pick, 14-year-old Johnny jumped up with a cry. He got the red Joker.
"Sounds we have a Loser here," Aaron said. Johnny rushed to the Loser's side, jumping up and down from happiness.
Aaron went around dealing the second cards. This was the moment of truth for the boys, the last chance to become a Loser, and after that, they were free. Except the Winners, that is. The tension was killing, and everyone was quiet.
"Time to show, guys," Aaron said.
The boys were completely silent when they showed their cards. A very deep sigh from Nick indicated that the last Winner was selected.
"Look who we've got here," Aaron said a little teasingly, "That would be your second walk to the stage today, isn't it? What are your cards?" Nick resignedly showed a Queen and a seven.
"Is there anyone with a better result?" and he looked at the boys showing their cards.
"I have a Jack and an eight," squeaked Tobias Richter. A Jack and eight seemed not such a high value, but now he realized that although it wasn't very high, it still was amongst the highest compared with the others. But there were two of them with the same value. `What are they gonna do?' he wondered, `an extra round? Or make them both a bottom?' That was the last thing he wanted. He still lingered in the reputation he gained as `The Popper', when he had deflowered Simon Alan Mackey at the Choosing, making quite a show of it. He knew that once he was bottomed, more than one boy would make sure that his bragging attitude got some pay-back.
"Oh well, we have a tie, I guess," Aaron said, checking the other boys' cards.
"Eehhmm..., I have a ten and nine," Darrell Mackey said hesitatingly once he realized that without a Jack, a Queen or a King you could reach a higher value as well.
Aaron grinned with pleasure at the Scoutmaster. This was a nice coincidence in the last round, having the final out-come delayed, and the tension pushed to great heights.
"We'll have to add a final round to select our last boy to wear blue, I guess," he said smiling devilishly, "the three of you get to swap a card again. Remember, there are still two Jokers in the blue deck, and only one in the red as Johnny just picked one of them. So, here we go. May the best man win!" He let the boys swap a card and everyone watched intently at the boys' reactions.
"Pheww!" Darrell sighed relieved, seemingly having low value cards, but he quickly shut up, not to cry victory too early.
"Darrell has 12, Tobias has 15," Aaron said after looking at the boys' cards, "well Nick, what have you got?"
Defeated, he hung his head and raised his hand with cards. He'd swapped his Queen for a ten. It was a better card indeed, but he still had his seven.
"Yes, this will be your second trip to the stage today, but this time you are an honorable Winner, Give the man a big round of applause, boys!"
With the boys shouting, cheering, and stamping their feet, knowing that they were safe now, Nick raised and hesitantly walked to the stage, as if he was not really sure he was the actual Winner. But when John handed him his box, it sunk in that it was true. It's going to happen.
He changed on stage, which elicited some remarks on his nice bubble butt, even a whistle. But instead of going directly over to the other Blue boys, he walked to Simon, and whispered a bit sad, "I'll keep my promise, Si, I want you to be the one to break me in as a Blue," and he went to sit with the Blue boys.
The Scoutmaster wrapped up, and invited the 7 Blue boys on stage.
"Well boys, 5 games, 7 Blue boys in just one and a half hour, safe 20 minutes for the break. That's a record," the Scoutmaster said. "This camp we have Carter, Jerry, Elliott, Henry, David, Kenny and Nick as boys wearing blue briefs, available to service the White boys." A loud cheer went up as the 7 boys stood there, not looking very happy.
The Scoutmaster went on explaining a few additional rules and spent some time on telling the boys that using a Blue boy is a privilege, not an obligation, and treating each other with respect is one of the most important things for a scout. A Blue boy is a scout, and entitled to having a fun Scouts camp-out as well.
"And coming back to your question after the first round, Mike," the Scoutmaster said, "no, we're not going to break in the Blue boys here on stage. It's not a Choosing. Officially breaking boys in is a rite of passage for the Mackey at the Choosing, here we're just tweaking the regular supply of Mackey Bottoms for this camp only."
Mike jokingly put on a disappointed face and let out "... Aahhww..." The Scoutmaster rolled his eyes, but couldn't help smiling.
The scouts were directed to the main building and the sleeping tent to get settled, and then had lunch and a hour to rest.
As soon as they had their sleeping bags rolled out, and their bags on the bench, they started frolicking like puppies enjoying the freedom away from home.
Simon just relaxed on his sleeping bag, stretched out in his white briefs, watching scouts chasing each other. He enjoyed the moment. He almost couldn't believe he was free. For almost a year now, he had to submit to any Mackey boy asking him to blow him or to bend over to take him up his ass. And now, he could refuse. No, better still, he wouldn't even be asked. He is a White. He will not be fucked at will. He has to choose himself whether he wanted sex or not. Almost dizzy with relief, he decided to celebrate his new exemption and have no sex at all this camp for a change.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ronny tapping Nick's shoulder and pointing at his sleeping bag.
Nick panicked and said something nodding his head towards Simon. Ronny looked understandingly at him and then at Simon, and turned away.
Nick walked over to Simon and kneeled down next to him.
"Hi, Si," he said shyly, "..Uhm... what I said to you, remember..., I eh ..." He looked desperate.
Simon got up and looked at him. "You mean, I get to break you in?"
"Yeah," Nick whispered. He was nervous.
Simon knew Nick was a boisterous boy, always in for a joke. He'd never seen him so timid before.
***
Next episode:
Can Simon keep his planned abstinence?
Will poor Hugo ever get over his anger?
With no other limitations than scout's honor, will the Whites behave themselves?
To be continued...