Mackey Tales: The Lost Tribes of The West – Simon A. Mackey 2

 

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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.

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Simon's Choosing, summer 1975

 

The Big Day (part 1)

 

It was still early when they woke up and heard some stumbling in the kitchen. "That must be Simon," Richard said to his wife, rubbing his sleepy eyes, "I guess he didn't have much sleep." He got up and went downstairs to Simon who was preparing breakfast dressed in a t-shirt and his briefs.

"How is it goin' buddy?" Richard asked.

"Not good. Haven't slept a bit. I'm worried," Simon mumbled, looking unhappy.

"That's understandable son, but this afternoon everything will be over," Richard tried to comfort his boy knowing that the Choosing might be over then, but not the consequences.

They sat at the kitchen table quietly eating their cereals when Matthew joined them. Matthew noticed the worried look on his brother's face and tried not to look at him directly. He knew exactly how he must feel now, and like himself two years ago, Simon wouldn't be in the mood for a conversation.

"You're prepared?" his mom asked after they had cleared the table and Simon headed to his room to wash and get dressed.

"Think so," he muttered.

"Enema?"

He moaned. This is so embarrassing. He hung his head and shook no.

"Need some help?"

He definitely wanted to do this on his own, but he also knew he would make a mess, and have his mom step in anyway, so he nodded, fighting the tears.

His mom helped him without saying a word, understanding the vulnerable position her son was in. She had some idea of what he was about to experience at the Choosing. When she was done, Simon even felt good, like he was just a baby tenderly pampered.

"Alright guys," Richard said, "it's time. We've got to go."

His mom kissed Simon on the forehead and whispered softly, "Don't you worry, dear. No matter what the outcome is, Si, we will be proud of you. And we're here for you."

Simon felt his stomach turn, and he just smiled weakly.

Richard, Matthew and Simon got in the car and took off to the Mackey Woods near the river. It has been the place where the Choosings were held every year, ever since the Alan and Charles held the first Choosing, many years ago. There were already lots of cars in the field were the Woods began. They got out and walked the path leading to a clearing, just half a mile into the wood. There stood the old Alan Mackey cabin with a later built tavern attached to it, and some two hundred yards further the fireplace and the stage.

The welcome committee greeted the arriving boys and directed the boys who only came for the show and the voting to the bleachers around the stage. The boys who would take part in the Choosing were guided to the cabin, along with their dads or brothers accompanying them.

In the cabin, the boys who were up for the Choosing were taken to the little room at the back where the Community Board Representative for the Choosing, and the Choosing Committee asked the boys the formal questions about them understanding and agreeing to the Choosing ceremony, and have them sign a document for consent. The boys were asked to walk to the stage and the dads were directed to the tavern, to get some beers, chat with each other, and wait for the results of the Choosing.

Richard tapped Simon on the shoulder to wish him luck and went to the tavern. He turned to a concerned looking Matthew and said, " Don't worry, it'll be ok. You know what to do, don't you? If you see annoying boys around your brother, try to distract them, drive them away, and you may try to discourage over-enthusiastic boys from voting for your brother. Take care of him." Matthew nodded.

Simon and Matthew walked to the stage. Matthew didn't know how to put his little brother at ease, so he just rested his hand on his shoulder and smiled softly at him.

"Are you gonna vote for me?" Simon asked hesitantly.

"Would you like me to?"

"Hell no," Simon replied, a faint smile on his worried face, "if you want to fuck me, just ask. Don't vote."

Mathew smiled and thought, "That's Simon alright, always some joke at the heat of times." He ruffled his brother's hair and smiled reassuringly, "Of course I won't."

"Hi Simon," greeted Andrew Mackey, "Welcome to the Choosing, good to see you this year. I'm this year's Master of the Ceremony, and these are Tom and George. They will be my assistants during the ceremony. You can ask them for help if needed."

George nodded friendly and Tom took Simon by the arm and directed him to a corner on the stage, to tree rows of chairs

"Simon, you can undress here, and you Matt, you can sit with the other voters on the bleachers. I assume you're gonna vote?"

Simon looked up, surprised. "I have to be naked on stage?"

"Yep. How else could the voters make a decision on who has the best butt for being a bottom?" Tom said matter-of-factly.

Simon turned shocked to Matthew, but he sheepishly shrugged his shoulders and quickly moved to the bleachers.

"But..," Simon protested, "nobody told me!"

"That was exactly the intention. What's going on at a Choosing cannot be discussed with someone who hasn't been to one. So be prepared, there will be some more things you don't know yet."

Simon hesitantly undressed and followed the instructions of the assistant and sat with the other naked boys, all looking very nervous. Next to him sat Brad Wilson, one of the newcomers in Mackey country. Brad looked around unsure, and felt very lonely in the midst of all these naked Mackey boys. He had made friends, but still was an outsider even after almost three years living here, and was really scared to be in this Choosing, with having absolutely no clue about what it actually would entail.

He had heard rumors, of course, of what the Mackey clan got up to with some of the boys turning his age, but he had always been too disgusted to believe these rumors let alone to ask about it, and nobody ever really explained it to him.

His father had told him some things about Choosing, but that was not so much explaining as encouraging - actually putting pressure on him - to participate and really become a respected member of the clan. An investment in his future. But he had his doubts about that. It was little comfort to know he wasn't alone in this and that all of these boy here have been kept in the dark.

When the last boy had arrived and undressed, Andrew gathered the 26 naked boys around him. He started to explain the rules and procedures of the ceremony.

"The whole Choosing is quite simple," he explained, "you boys are expected to walk around on stage when indicated by an assistant. There is pattern on the floor, you simply follow that, and at certain intervals make a turn."

"It's just like a Miss pageant," one of the boys said.

"Exactly," Andrew replied, "so, make sure you show your butts to all the voters."

"You'll have to walk at least three times, one time all of you together in a parade, and then a single tour or maybe with two or three," he continued.

The boys were shocked when he further explained, "after the first half and the first vote count, you go back on stage, but then all voters can walk around and are allowed to touch you wherever they want."

"Whadayemean, touching?" a shocked Jason asked.

"Just as I said. They can touch you. Everywhere they want. Make you bend over and prod in your behind, fondle your dick and balls. Everything. They cannot come on stage during the first rounds, only in the final round they can. But they are not allowed to wank you to make you cum."

The boys moaned. Nobody had told them this would happen. Naked on stage. Being felt up, fingers poking in their ass!

"So, when you all are done walking your first round and showing you butts, the voting commences." Andrew continued, "You know, all Mackey boys between 12 and 21 who have gone through a Choosing can vote, although most guys older than 18 aren't that interested anymore. Today we have counted almost 300 registered voters. A record." The boys looked around, and saw indeed the bleachers completely loaded with boys, excitedly chattering and laughing.

Andrew turned to Brad, who looked around bewildered, and put his hand on Brad's shoulder, "It's all new to you here, isn't it? How long have you been living here in Mackey country?"

"Almost three years, sir," Brad whispered timidly.

"Well, after today it will look like you were born here, and you will be respected for participating in the Choosing. You will have the same rights as everyone else in the brotherhood. It'll be worth it, don't worry."

"It's all quite simple," Andrew continued, "as I said, you walk around on stage, show your butts like Miss World, the boys out there make up their minds and vote. The boys with the most votes will be chosen as bottom." He looked around to see if the boys understood.

"Every boy out there can only vote for a boy in their Territory, North or South. There will be 2 boys chosen as a bottom for each Territory. However, there is this little detail. A boy can go for both Territories. Voters from both Territories can vote for them. The catch is, when you are up for the full Mackey rights in both Territories, you're also up for the duties in both. In this case, serving a tour of duty as bottom, if you are chosen of course." Some boys looked a bit puzzled.

"Why should you want to go for two Territories then?" Colin asked.

"Well, that's something your dad usually decides. It has to do with the Mackey rights, you know, where you can get a land lease and buy and sell houses in the Mackey owned Territories, start a business, participate in the shares and profits, and so on. Some dads are OK with your having only rights in one Territory, some dads wants the best for their boys and list them for both. And there are some personal benefits coming with being a Community Bottom as well. You get it?" The boys nodded.

Andrew signaled an assistant, who brought a box to him.

"Each of you will get this. It's for the voters to cast their votes properly," he said, handing them each a necklace with a tag with their name printed on it and made them put it around their neck. "You can see there is a `S' or `N' on your name tag, so everyone knows for which Territory you're up today."

The boys looked around to read each other's tags to see for which Territory there were up. Simon looked sadly at his tag.

"Simon's got S and N," Shaun said, pointing at Simon.

"Rhett and Jonathan as well," Hugo added.

"Yep," Andrew explained, "you all know, Simon is the Second Son of the Second son from the Alan clan, just as his father and grandfather and so on, and they are the beneficiaries of the Mackey Trust from the founding father, Alan. That is in both Territories. So he's up for both of them today."

Simon felt tears welling up. Sure, his dad had told him that he would be up for both Territories, but he had not told him about walking around naked, nor being touched by a hundred boys, and just now he learned that he was at risk for being bottomed, servicing the whole Mackeydom. This isn't right.

"And Rhett and Jonathan are also up for both Territories. Rhett because his father thinks it's good for him to have the best rights in Mackey lands and deserve a valuable place in the Mackey ranks since his family has provided one bottom in every single generation. And maybe he counts on Rhett not being chosen today because his brother Cameron is already Community Bottom. And Jonathan, well I guess his dad didn't read the fine print very well," Andrew continued, smiling slyly.

"And finally, my boys," Andrew concluded his speech, "at the end you will know if you're chosen or not. If you're not chosen, you will leave the stage and can get dressed. But if you are chosen, you remain available for the last part of the ceremony."

"And that is?" asked Claus Schneider suspiciously.

"The final part is that we ask the chosen boys to come on stage, bend over a table we will put on stage later, and he will be initiated by another boy selected from the voters."

Then it dawned on the boys.

"You're kidding, right? " Kelly stuttered.

"Nope. To become a Mackey bottom, you will have to blow a boy, swallow his semen, and then you will be fucked in the ass, all here at the stage, right after the voting."

Before the boys could protest, the assistants came up and guided them to their place at the back of the podium where they could overlook the stage and straight into the audience.

Andrew rang a bell to silence the crowd. When everybody quieted down, he announced that the ceremony will be started. Het let the boys stand up and come to front stage.

"Good morning, my fellow Mackeys. Welcome to the Choosing, good to see you with so many this year. I'm this year's Master of te Ceremony, and these are Tom and George, my assistants.

Today we have the 1975 Choosing Ceremony, our annual tradition that started here by our founding fathers Alan and Charles Mackey over a hundred and twenty years ago. We have twenty-six 12 and 13-year-old boys who want to become a real Mackey today. Give them a warm welcome!"

He waited until the cheers and applause died down, and continued,

"You can vote today for 4 bottoms, two for each Territory. But unlike the previous years you will select an extra Community Bottom. Yes, after more than 25 years we have no less than 3 contestants opting for both Territories, give a hand for Simon Alan Mackey, Jonathan Mackey, and Rhett Mackey!"

Andrew looked around satisfied at the enthusiasm of the crowd and joked, "Well, at the end of this day we will have five new Bottoms, but until then, you still can enjoy the current, experienced Bottoms!"

Depressed, Simon looked in the audience, saw his brother looking bleak and worried when the audience cheered and stamped their feet at the announcement.

Andrew briefly explained the voting rules including the voting for the double Territory and he rang the bell to start the ceremony.

The first round was the parade with all the boys, walking in line, uncertain and utmost ashamed, some sprouting a boner, which they tried to cover.

"Hey boys, no covering up there!" Andrew warned, "Everyone has to see your jewels."

The boys quickly took their hands away, faces red with shame. But after the first ten minutes the tension wore off and most boners were gone. When boys from the audience started to yell, "wiggle your butt," and "bend over, I want to see the price" they hesitantly began playing along with it.

"Man, this is so humiliating," Hugo Mackey said to Simon while he turned around and opened his butt cheeks with his hands and bent over to show his behind to the audience.

"I feel like running off," Simon replied, "this is a joke, right? Just to tease us, make us scared as in an initiation rite, aren't they? I mean, it's bad enough to have us walking here naked and to silly stuff, but this talking about fucking is just fake, right?"

"I'm afraid not," Hugo said matter-of-factly, "my older brother told me about bottoms and how he uses them. It made me feel sick."

"Now you've seen the boys on line," Andrew announced loudly, "the voting will be open for everyone. You may come forward to have a proper look, even touch the boys and play a little, but remember, you can't make them cum."

The second walk was even more stressful as the boys had to walk in pairs over the stage, and some voting boys began to come to the edges of the stage to touch them. As Simon walked with Hugo on the stage, he blushed deeply when the boys fondled him and heard them discuss plans to invade his most private regions. What didn't help was the intended funny commentary that played over the music, commenting their butts, praising their cocks and making suggestive remarks about their tight holes.

At the back of the stage, the boys sat quietly, waiting for their turn, just hoping that they would survive.

"Have a good look, my fellow Mackeys," the commentator enthusiastically shouted into the microphone when Alex and Claus Schneider walked up stage, "here we have two of the finest candidates today, look at that fine asses Alex and Claus got, who doesn't want a go at that piece? And Alex here is almost 13, so he'd be a good opportunity for you older guys!" The audience laughed, and several boys scooted forward to the podium to feel poor Alex and Claus up.

Back on the benches, Alex' closest friend Jared was really upset, and Simon tried to calm him and put his arm around him. Alex looked doomed. He never had someone poking his ass before and telling him that he would like to fuck him, and now, in full public, boys were doing just that, shouting that he would make a fine bottom. This is worse than he had ever imagined.

Inconspicuous to the poor boys on stage, 17-year-old Brian and his 16-year-old friend Gavin began their nefarious plan to solicit votes for Simon and Brad, as Uncle Will and Uncle Ted requested.

"You also want newcomers to have to provide their service, and not just get Mackey rights without having to do anything, right?" Gavin said in a conspiratorial tone to a group of 14-year-olds from the South.

"The new one, Brad Wilson, he is from South like you," Brian added, "so vote for him and know you'll be good with your bottom for years to come and it services him right, no priveliges for new ones."

"Yeah, and Simon is for both North and South, and being a Northerner it will be fun for us in the South to make him serve us, don't you think?" Gavin went on.

The surprised boys didn't know what to think of it and just nodded. It didn't seem right to have this kind of manipulation, but on the other hand, yeah newcomers should make their contribution, and a boy from North serving in South was an appealing perspective. After Gavin and Brian moved on, the boys discussed in a hushed tone whether to follow the suggestion.

"Don't forget to cast your votes, guys," the Master of the Ceremony reminded the voters, "we're halfway now, and it's time to figure up the first tally in 5 minutes and then we have a break."

Brian and Gavin signaled again to the group of boys from the South, indicating that they should go and vote for Brad and Simon. Several boys took their voting card, wrote down the name of their choice, and handed it to the tally board.

While it was no fun for the boys on stage, the audience went wild when the third walk was announced and each boy had to walk one more round, this time individually, attracting the undivided attention of the voters.

"Voting is closed for now, and we'll have a 15-minutes break. Ye'all be back on time, or you risk a position here on stage!" Andrew called out.

The first vote count was exciting for the crowd and scary for the boys on the line. It could offer a glimpse of their future. To the boys on stage he said, "You can have a break too, if you need to use the bathroom that's OK, but return immediately and stay on the stage. We'll get you some drinks and snacks here."

"I feel sick," a very worried Shaun Mackey mumbled to his friend Tim Schneider, "I had so many guys poking my butt and squeezing my buns. I'm done for."

"I don't know, they felt me up good, too. They even made me have a hard-on. We've to wait for the first results to see where we are," Tim replied, letting out a deep sigh.

Simon sat on his chair, silently staring. He was confused. He had walked naked on stage, boys making him bent over and pushing their fingers in his butthole, caressing his buns and played with his balls and dick. Even worse were the comments they made. He couldn't believe boys could tell him that they were impressed by his butt and loved to fuck him. Boys he even didn't know. "This is all a rite of passage," he tried to dismiss his fears, "it's just to scare us before joining the brotherhood, right? Just a play, nothing seriously going to happen." But deep inside, he got the feeling that it's not just a joke.

Meanwhile, in the tavern, the dads were having a good time over their beers, reliving the old days, exaggerating stories. It hadn't escaped Richard's attention during the voting that there were a few dads, mostly from the South, who gave him a slightly bemused look and quickly looked away when he looked their way. An oppressive feeling came over him, he was now almost certain that a conspiracy had been organized, as the rumors had been. He sighed deeply. There was nothing he could do but wait, and hope for the best.

Exactly on time, everyone was back on the bleachers and Andrew announced, "May I have your attention, everyone? We have counted the votes casted so far, which is just about a third of the total votes today. And although we have a lot of votes still to be cast, and we all know, anything can – and will – happen at a Choosing, here are the first results," and he pointed at a board covered with a large sheet held up by Tom and George. He took the sheet away from the bulletin board to reveal the score.

 

 

An excited wave of chattering emerged from the audience. 16-year-old William gasped when he saw the votes for his little brother Jonathan. "This can't be happening," he thought. He looked at the stage where Jonathan sat staring at the sheet, stunned. William tried to catch his little brother's attention, but Johnathan just stared, his face pale as if he was to pass out any moment.

Shaun was relieved. "It's not as bad as I thought it was," he whispered to Tim, but then he realized that Tim had the most votes for the North and was destined to be turned today. "Oh, I'm sorry, Tim, I didn't want to hurt your feelings," he apologized, "this is only the first tally, remember, two-third of the votes still out," he tried to reassure his friend. Tim just nodded unable to speak, tears in his eyes.

Alex felt a wave of anger coming up when he saw the board. 10 votes! And all because that stupid commentator thought it was funny to advertise his ass. He didn't understand it, why did he got so many votes, and not Claus, who was advertised along with him? Did this mean boys really loved his ass and wanted to fuck him, not Claus?

"Shit man," Rhett whispered to Jonathan, "you've got a lot of votes already." Jonathan stared blankly ahead and shrugged his shoulders, unable to speak.

"I think they're after you for some reason," Rhett added, "They clearly don't dare to vote for Simon. Hopefully they don't want me because Cameron is already Community Bottom and don't want to hurt my mom having another son turned."

Simon looked around the audience to find Matthew, who was visibly relieved at the low number of votes for his little brother, and saw him happily chatting with a friend. They made eye contact and he raised his thumb. Simon let out a sigh of relief. It was no fun being fondled by so many age pears, or having his butt assessed like cattle up for auction, but so far, it seems that this rite of passage was not going to hurt him.

Unhappy with the results, Gavin turned to Brian and said, "we need to do better, or uncle Ted and uncle Will Mackey will be very angry and our butts are toast."

 

To be continued...