Mackey Tales: The Lost Tribes of the West – Simon A. Mackey 23
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The
Scouts White Party Camp – part 5
The program for the next morning was quite relaxed. The scout leaders understood that the stress of the previous night with the selection of Blue-brief boys and the activities in the tents following that stressful event would wear the boys out, so breakfast was a bit later than usual, and the morning program was merely working on the merit badges and some fun games.
Indeed, the newly selected Blue-brief boys needed to adjust to their new role. For the Mackey boys the main change was to have non-Mackeys participating, but for the new Blue U.K. boys the change was a bit more significant: no reciprocity, 13-year-olds being fucked, boys watching.
However, the Whites, the Bradley and the Mackey scouts alike, adapted to the new situation quite quickly, and did not hesitate to use their rights.
16-year-old Harry Havers was not really happy with his new position wearing blue briefs at a White Party, but he was okay with it. Last night, he had experienced a dick up his ass for the first time of his life, and although it was a little painful in the beginning, it was bearable. Not that he really enjoyed it, since he was used to being at the other end of a fuck, but he simply considered it a part of the deal of being a Mackey scout at a White Party. Besides, his dad had told him about the traditions and rules in his youth back in Ohio at the Mackey Farms near Indian Spring, and he was glad that the Mackey here didn't have these traditions.
No, the stories his dad had told him and his older brother made them glad they had just a one-time risk. For the Missouri Mackey it was a one-day nightmare (unless you got picked as a bottom, of course) and then it was over. Boys living in the Mackey Farms of Ohio had to face three public events where every twelve-year-old boy would be publicly degraded in front of their peers. Three days of humiliation and torture: Measurement Day, Experience Day, and, finally, Selection Day.
While Selection day was comparable with the Choosing, his cousin Matt Banks had told him that Experience day was called "Fucking Day" as every 12-year-old boy including himself was being fucked in public, just to know what it felt like, in case you would be selected as Bottom later. And his other cousin, Matt Havers, had told him all about the treacherous deals the Bottoms had to make and he even spilled some secret specific Havers clan traditions like the `Bottom Party' that had made him shiver.
So all considered, wearing blue briefs for a couple of days during a scout camp wasn't that bad.
At a trestle table, four scouts had been working on their assignment to earn a merit badge for a while now, and Brixton McCovey got a little bored with it.
"I'd like to take a break," he said looking at 13-year-old Ryan Mackey who was still concentrated working on the knots he wanted to learn, "when you're ready with that," he continued, pointing at the ropes Ryan was holding, "maybe you can help me with this here. It needs a mouth on it." With a huge grin, he pointed at his crotch where his dick pushed up the fabric of his whites in anticipation.
Ryan sighed. Yesterday, after his selection to wear blue briefs he had been kept busy, and even early this morning he had to get on his knees to service a British dick. But he knew that it was part of his assignment this camp, and, lucky for him, the English boy didn't ask for a fuck.
Knowing that the unavoidable was to come, he decided to get over with it, which made him lose all interest in the knots immediately. Right then he said submissively, "Okay, let's go. Where do you want to do it: in the tent or near the showers?"
"Both locations are fine with me, you pick," replied Brixton.
"Let's go to the showers, we can take one afterwards, it's warm anyway."
When Ryan and Brixton arrived at the showers, they found that they weren't the only ones there. Four scouts were refreshing under the cold shower while Dustin was on his knees in front of Darrell.
Only barely used to the idea of looking at other boys having sex, Brixton quickly fished his dick out through the fly of his shorts, washed his dick and tucked it back into his undies. He walked back towards Ryan, unbuttoned his shorts and dropped them, revealing his hard dick pushing up the white fabric of his briefs. He looked around and noticed that the two other English boys were glancing at the equipment of the Mackey boys.
While Ronny demonstratively played with his circumcised dick, Gregory, one of the British scouts said,
"Are all Americans the same as you down there?" pointing at Ronny's crotch.
"What do you mean?" Ronny asked, a bit confused.
"Your dick is missing something," Gregory replied, laughing mischievously.
"Well, nothing wrong with this one here, it's working perfectly fine," Ronny snapped back, "it's more like yours is strange."
"Ah, so you never saw boys with foreskins," Gregory retorted with a smile, "well, where we live, most of the boys are the same as me and Brixton, only the Jewish boys look like you."
"We certainly ain't Jewish!" Darrell joining the banter while taking his dick from Dustin's mouth for a moment to show his bald dickhead proudly.
Ryan looked curiously at Brixton's uncircumcised dick. He had never seen one before, so he reached out to touch it.
Taking position on his knees, with nervous hands, he lowered the white briefs. Brixton's swollen essence smacked his face. It was huge, meaty and uncut. The intense masculine aroma was intoxicating. It was the first time he'd seen an uncut boy this close. It looked strange, but also very sexy, especially that little hood over the glans.
"Go on, I washed it first," Brixton encouraged him.
With a little hesitation, he explored the foreskin. Sliding it up and down a few times, off the crown and behind the ridge, he was fascinated by the fleshy mechanics. Brixton groaned when he pulled the foreskin up and lowered it again slowly.
Ryan knew he had to take this monster in his mouth. He was curious. Will the taste be different from the ones he'd already tested since he was made wearing blue briefs? As, he slowly stuck out his tongue, inquisitively licking the juicy head, an intense earthy flavor resonated on his tongue, savory and soft, like a slightly salted mushroom.
Opening wide, his lips stretched around the succulent cap. Working downward towards the thickening base, applying lessons learned from practice during the last days, he was determined to take it all as it advanced towards his throat.
Yesterday, Nick Mackey, who was relieved that he no longer was a Blue-brief boy, had taught him how to suck a cock properly. He had sucked Jonathan as well, so he knew that the objective was always to take the whole thing if possible, at least the whole head. But that was easier said than done, especially when you're not that much interested in sucking dicks. Proper breathing and alignment are essential. Watching the teeth, playing with the tongue, taking measured breaths, he relaxed his throat.
He played with the stiff member a bit and moved the hood up and down inquisitively. He released it and watched the exposed head with the soft flesh below the rim, and put his lips back over the fierce rod again.
Brixton was in a daze while Ryan worked his foreskin, sliding it down and back while his warm mouth covered the bulbous head.
He put his hands on Ryan's head and ran his fingers through his hair, which Ryan took to be a wonderfully friendly gesture. Ryan paid a lot of attention to the feel of the older boy's cock and the unfamiliar piece of skin.
"Pull back when I cum, I don't like to cum with the hoodie pulled down, it's too sensitive," Brixton warned him, gasping at the nearing orgasm.
Ryan felt the knob slightly enlarge and then felt Brixton's cock pulse as the lad pumped with a grunt his cum into Ryan's mouth. He still had to adjust to the feel and taste of hot cum on his tongue, but the whole play had aroused him as well, so much so that his dick pushed his blue briefs up, its head peaking a little over the waistband.
Swallowing hard, Ryan tried to take in the warm goo and looked sideways to see Dustin working hard on Darrell.
Holding Dustin's head in his powerful hands, thrusting his hips rhythmically, Darrell's manhood alternately withdrew and stuffed back down Dustin's throat. The percussion of his pendulous balls swinging and battering Dustin's chin vibrated through his skull.
Time seemed to stand still as Dustin sucked for eternity, and Darrell halted every time he felt the ultimate moment come, prolonging the lovely feeling on his cock.
Dustin desperately tried not to pay attention to the situation he was in: sucking a dick in public, a fellow scout's dick, a classmate's dick no less. Although he was not the top alpha male and had previous experience with boys, he still considered himself being an alpha male, waiting for the first chance with a girl; playing around with boys was just a temporary solution to ease the tension his hormones caused.
Here, on his knees, with a stiff, horny fellow scout's rod moving in and out of his mouth, he tried to filter out the world around him.
His thoughts were already starting to drift when he had first the pleasure himself, the feeling of absolute pleasure to his own dick when Tyler, his friend, who then was just turned at their Choosing, had taken his cock in his mouth for the first time, giving him the first sensation of having a warm, moist tongue swiveling around his knob. He also recalled the times he had made Simon suck his dick. He was now thinking of what feelings, physical and otherwise, Simon must have had while he kneeled to take his dick in his mouth.
His thoughts shifted to what it had felt like for himself to be the one who was sucked, how wonderful that had felt. In a way, he was subconsciously disassociating himself from currently being used. Dustin kept switching his consciousness back and forth between being himself now and being with Simon or Tyler then.
Eventually, reaching the pinnacle of pleasure, Darrell thrust deeply, stiffened, and injected the sweet semen into Dustin's mouth, just a minute after Brixton had shot his into Ryan's.
Unaccustomed to such an openly lascivious scene, the remaining English boy under the closest showerhead stared open-mouthed, slowly stroking his dick that had come to life from watching these boys so openly giving in to their sexual urges.
Just after the satisfied boys put on their white briefs again, and Ryan and Dustin rinsed their mouths, Nick showed up at the showers for the third time this morning, and was not pleased to see so many boys there. He was definitely not looking very happy. He'd been scratching his butt all morning and the only thing that seemed to help reduce the poison ivy itch was a cold shower. Yesterday evening, he was relieved that he wasn't a Blue boy anymore, but now reality sank in. Cheating to evade his Blue duties will now bite him in the butt, literally.
***
"Simon! Where's Simon?" Anthony shouted over the field.
David looked up and shouted back, "he's near the creek with Scoutmaster Julian and a couple of others working at building a bridge or something," and he pointed behind him to where Anthony should go.
"Hi Simon," Anthony said gasping for breath when he came running to the creek, "Simon, there is someone on the phone for you."
Simon stood up, the rope he was working with still in his hands. "Who is it?"
"Don't know, the scoutmaster took the call and asked me to get you."
They hurried back to the main building where Simon took the phone from the scoutmaster.
"Hi, Simon speaking."
"Hi Si, this is Tom. How are you?"
"I'm great, really," Simon blurted out enthusiastically, "we have a lot of fun here, there are English scouts here visiting us which is really fun, and guess what the best thing is?" Simon challenged him.
"That's great," Tom cut him off a bit rude without even paying attention to Simon's excitement or answering his question.
"Listen, Si, I need to talk to you. It's about Hugo. There is a big problem," Tom began hastily, explaining all that had happened yesterday.
Simon sat down, shocked. He knew Hugo had a problem, but that he would flip, that was something he hadn't expected.
"What shall we do?" Tom asked a bit desperately, "I haven't told anybody yet, but we can't leave it this way."
Simon kept quiet for a while, processing the news.
"There's only one right thing to do. This should go to the Council."
Tom sighed. He knew that Simon was right, but what will happen to Hugo? He suddenly had a vision of himself leading Hugo to the firing squad and that made his stomach turn.
"But when?" he squeaked.
"Right now," Simon said a bit more resolutely than he intended, but he knew that this couldn't go on like this any longer. Not for Hugo, not for the community. The Choosing is only in a couple of weeks. And leaving Hugo like this? God knows what he will do if he lost his mind completely.
"Listen Tom," Simon said lowering his voice, and looked around to see if there was anyone eavesdropping.
"This should definitely go to the Council. But I think you should not just be telling on Hugo, but you should also make a statement about this whole Community Bottom business as well."
He hesitated a moment before continuing. Deep in his heart he wanted to get rid of this backward tradition, for himself of course, but also for Hugo, and basically for every boy who was just turned to please other horny boys with the only excuse of preventing girls from getting pregnant. But if he was pushing this, everyone would think that it was done thinking only of his own interest. And he knew enough of the social coherence of the Mackey that changing such a long-standing and widely accepted tradition was not easy, if possible at all, and if he was the one to start this, his life would be a mess once he became in charge. However, something had to be done.
The boys discussed how to approach the situation, the consequences, the alternatives, the pitfalls, until they couldn't think of anything new. It was clear that action was needed, and it was needed now.
"I'll call my dad to come pick me up," Simon said finally, "then we go to Hugo and to the Council. We have to disclose what he was planning, but not just throw him under the bus; we need to stake a claim to change as well. Hugo is maybe suffering the most, but he is not the only one, and we've already concluded that at least some of the rules should be changed."
"But then you have to leave camp," Tom uttered, "I thought you loved it there?"
"I do, but this is far more important. I cannot just let this happen. I need to be there, for Hugo, for you."
"But Si, if you are making your arguments as you just said, protecting Hugo, pushing for changes, that might get you in trouble as well. Lots of people will think that it's just in your own interest and that will backfire massively, if not now, then later in life. Why not let me do this?"
The boys argued for a while, but Simon finally realized that Tom's suggestion would be the best for now. He was conflicted indeed, being a bottom himself, they would think he'd be talking for his own benefit. Tom could be more objective in this. That might be received better and was more convincing.
"How's camp?" Tom asked, changing the subject, "I'm sorry to cut you off earlier, but are you enjoying it? Or is it as bad as you feared?"
"Oh man," Simon reacted, his voice suddenly trembling with emotion, "it's awesome. We have fun, nice weather, and there is a troop from England visiting us for a couple of days. They're joining us with the White Party too. I can't tell you everything right now, but when I'm home, I'll tell you everything, even though I'm not supposed to. The selection of Blue boys was something special. But you know what happened to me?"
"Tell me," Tom said not sure what to expect.
"I've got an exemption as Bottom for this whole camp plus two days after."
"Oh wow, that's great man!" Tom replied enthusiastically, happy for his friend.
"It's better than great. I'm not a Bottom here, I'm not a Blue- brief boy, so I can refuse sex, and if I want sex, I'm not the designated Bottom." Simon shivered a little reliving the happy moment when he'd read the letter, and he continued telling Tom about his refusal to pop Nick's cherry.
"So I guess you're not having sex this camp, no matter how many nice Blue butts present themselves to you?" Tom joked.
"You guessed correctly. That's what I've planned, yes."
"Well, it wasn't much of a difficult guess, I know you in and out," Tom grinned. He was so happy for his friend; he barely could suppress a tear coming up in his eyes.
"I'm so glad for you. You really deserved that, Si, and it's a good sign that somehow people in the Council and the Board already acknowledged that they should be lenient towards you. I hope they will be there for Hugo as well."
"By the way," Simon began, "how's Dave?"
Tom choked at the unexpected question. He had promised Simon that he would take care of the 5-day obligation Dave had while Simon was at camp. He'd rather wished Simon had Dustin appointed for this, but Dustin was at camp as well, so he felt obligated to step in. Should he tell the truth? Or just weasel out with a white lie?
"Ah, well, Dave's fine," he replied a bit evasively, "we get along well."
"Good to hear. I don't want him being punished for not being used as the rules prescribe and then being mistreated by random Mackey."
Tom swallowed. He knew he should have bent Dave over and fuck him to fulfill the 5-day obligation, but he hadn't. He went to Dave, sure, but he wasn't in the mood for some obligatory fucking. He'd had a nice chat with Dave and his mom while he was there; they watched TV and had a piece of Dave's mom's delicious home-baked apple pie. But when he first arrived and Dave answered the door, almost immediately they exchanged looks of mutual understanding that neither of them was in the mood for a fuck. He was pretty sure Dave wouldn't tell.
"No, we had fun, so that's covered," Tom bluffed his way out without explicitly telling a lie.
"I gotta go now, have fun this camp and I'll let you know about how things proceed with Hugo."
Tom knew that he had to do something. Simon was right. This should stop for Hugo, and it was time for some changes as well, not only for Hugo or Simon, but for every boy in Mackey land.
***
After lunch, the scouts prepared themselves for one their most favorite games at camp, capture the flag.
The scouts were divided into two teams, the Lions wearing a yellow band over their shirts and the Bears wearing a brown band. The boys U.S. and U.K. scouts were carefully mixed. The scout leaders made sure that the age distribution was evenly spread over both teams, as were the Blue-brief boys: 5 on each team.
The game would be played in a thickly wooded area about one square mile in diameter between Cedar Creek and the River. The small Honey Creek that fed into the River served as the dividing line between the Lion Team's territory and the Bear Team's territory.
While they walked to the woods, to the small creek that would be the divide of the territories, Harry Havers walked alongside Simon and asked,
"You must be enjoying not being a Bottom for once."
"Oh, absolutely, you don't have any idea how good this feels," Simon replied, "but what about you? I mean, you are wearing blue briefs now, so you must have...ehhm...well you know..."
"Yeah, I have been fucked a couple of times already, and have given blowjobs as well," Harry confessed, but shrugged his shoulders: "it's not that bad, at least not for me. I'm not the smallest so almost every boy is smaller than I am, and it's mostly just pleasure, no teasing. And it's only for a couple of days." He looked at Simon.
"What about you?" he asked, "now that you're wearing white briefs, did you have any fun yet?"
"No, I haven't," Simon replied, "and I don't intend to."
"No sex for four days while you are wearing white briefs at a White Party? Wow! Are you saving yourself for Tom?" he asked with a cheeky grin.
"No. Tom is my best friend, but he's not my boyfriend. I'm not gay," Simon protested, but as he did, it felt like he was betraying Tom. No, he wasn't gay, but what he had with Tom was more than just a friendship.
"But you do have sex together, right?"
"Well, duh, I'm Community Bottom, so who isn't having sex with me?" Simon said a little evasively.
"The way you two are together, I guess it's beyond Community Bottom though," Harry remarked, looking a bit more serious this time.
"That's none of your business," Simon objected weakly. Had Harry noticed how close he had become with Tom? Was it that obvious? And who else knew?
"I know it's none of my business," Harry soothed at Simon's defensive reaction, "I was not teasing you. I'm just a bit jealous, I guess. I wish I had a friend like that."
Simon looked inquisitively at the older boy. He'd never heard a boy saying something like this, and Harry Havers was the last boy he expected a remark like this from.
When the scouts arrived at the dividing creek, the scoutmaster explained the rules. It was a nice surprise for the boys to learn that this game of capture the flag was equally popular among the U.S. and the U.K. boys, and that the rules were virtually the same.
Flag would be hidden somewhere in the territory, but there were some rules: the flag should be at least one foot above the ground, but not higher than 3 feet from the highest accessible branch. A part of the flag should be exposed, minimum 5" by 5".
Every scout had a woolen thread on their upper left arm that you can pull off in one go if you get close enough to hook your finger behind it.
Each team had a base camp: 50 by 50 feet, indicated by flags at each corner. The home base was the safe place for the team, and the leaders would walk around and visit the home base to check on the boys and provide them with drinks and some snacks. At the home base, scouts would guard the captured boys from the opposing team: they had to stay there for 15 minutes when their thread had been ripped off; when their time was up, they got a pass to go back to their own home base to get a new thread and return to participate in the game again.
The teams went each to their own side to hide the flag and waited for the whistle that indicated that the game started.
Eager to capture the other team's flag, bring it back to their home base and win the game, the boys soon crossed the creek and scouted through the woods, looking for the flag of the opposing team.
Once across the creek they risked the possibility that they encountered one or more scouts from the other team, and that they could very well be captured and made prisoner by boys who were stronger or quicker and got hold of their woolen thread. Once captured that boy becomes a prisoner.
Enthusiastically, the teams prepared their home base and hid the flag, and after hearing the whistle that marked the start of the game, they went into the woods, searching for the trophy. Although the area was quite huge, at several moments screams and shouts were heard from afar when apparently boys engaged in a fight when they met.
Most Mackey boys had played this game before during a scout White Party and knew the possible consequences for some of them of being captured during a White Party. Although the English boys played capture the flag many times as well, they first didn't fully realize what it could mean for a Blue-brief boy to be captured until Edward Covington came limping back to his home base after 15 minutes being a prisoner.
"What happened?" Ralph asked him.
"I got into a fight with two of the Bears," Edward said annoyed, "and it was two against me, so I lost my thread and had to go sit in their prison. But I'm wearing blue briefs. So..."
He didn't need to finish. Some Mackey scouts grinned seeing the stain at the seat of the blue briefs as well as the upset reaction of the English boys, but as it was their team member, they also swore revenge.
"Come on, get a new thread, and we'll go to snatch their flag, and take every Bear that crosses our path to prison!" Brixton exclaimed belligerently.
Four boys teamed up, crossed the creek into the territory of the opposing team, and strolled through the woods, looking for the flag.
"Shhhutt...!" Darrell whispered and quickly dropped on his knees, signaling the others to follow his lead.
Through the bush, they saw two scouts from the other team heading towards their direction.
Without words, Darrell pointed at them, indicating his teammates that they should ambush them and get them as soon as they were at reach.
Leroy and Kenny were just on their way to cross the creek to venture into the enemy's territory and weren't prepared for the encounter with the Lions. Carelessly they walked in the direction of the creek without paying too much attention to their safety, as if they didn't realize that they could be a target in their own territory as well.
Darrell and the other three scouts laid flat on their stomach, keeping their heads low, waiting for the two boys to come closer.
"Wait till they are halfway past us," Darrell whispered, "I'll give the signal and then we'll grab them."
The hiding boys held their breath, waiting for the Bears to walk past them, but before they could walk past them, Kenny noticed one of the boys and shouted,
"Watch out Leroy! It's the Lions! Run!" and he quickly turned, trying to get away.
The four hiding boys jumped up and dived towards the two surprised boys, blocking their retreat.
Outnumbered and without any other help to fight the four boys, Leroy and Kenny had no other choice but to try to get away. But four against two wasn't an even match even though Leroy wasn't the smallest boy. While Kenny was more agile than his opponents were and succeeded in escaping, Leroy saw Lane Cutler and Neil Austin moving behind him and was now facing Brixton and Harry Havers, boys who were more of his size, and the blows from their fists raining down on him had momentarily stunned him. He tried to get back up to his feet but was quickly wrestled back down onto the ground. With tears in his eyes he tried fighting for all it was worth, but being outnumbered by the four boys, there was really nothing he could do to avoid being captured. Finally, he gave up and surrendered yielding to defeat. Bruised and battered a little, he just laid there for the thread to be ripped off his arm. He was now their prisoner and would soon be facing the inevitable.
He hated to be defeated. Losing a fight was against his masculinity, so much so that his pride was hurt. Worse, when Brixton remarked that they had captured a Blue boy, he knew right away what was going to happen next.
Neil, Lane and Harry dragged Leroy to the Lion's home base for his 15 minutes of imprisonment and Darrell took off into the enemy territory, looking for another fight.
At the Lion's home base there were already two other scouts from the Bears who had lost a fight and were biding their 15 minutes before they could return, and he grumpily sat down next to them.
"Now we can pay them back for how they treated our team member," Neil said with a menacing tone, focused on revenge.
Leroy protested when Darrell and Neil pulled him up, and when he tried to escape the boys jumped on him, forcing him on his knees while holding his arms. They had pushed him over and when he was on his hands and knees, Neil reached out to complete his humiliation.
Unfortunately, being strung up like he was, his blue briefs quickly pulled down, there was nothing that he could do about the embarrassment and humiliation that he would be experiencing over the next few minutes.
Neil parted one of Leroy's bottom cheeks with his left hand to reveal the gaping opening of his moist pink puckered bottom hole. Neil grinned almost sadistically and opened his pants, fishing his anticipating dick from the confinement of the white briefs and spat in his hand to lubricate his dick.
Holding the plump cheek back with his other hand, he pushed the glistening pole into the gaping depths, stretching Leroy's tight ringlet. Leroy grunted in response when he felt the cock entering him. Neil twisted and pushed the slick pole in even deeper until he was impaled at least four inches or so in the hot inner depths. Once he had bottomed out, he started moving in and out so that he was actually fucking him.
Leroy grunted even more, squirming a little. It had really hurt when the dick had entered him, but soon it didn't sting that much anymore, it just felt kinda weird, like a dull but somewhat pleasant ache. He was a Blue-briefs boy, and he had been fucked before at this camp, but this was different. Not in the secure environment of the tent, but as a prisoner taking the revenge for things someone else had done.
The dull ache had quickly moved up within his loins to his penis causing his dick to respond. As the pain wore off, his cock started lengthening. As Neil pushed in and out of him, his own dick grew at full mast as if this whole situation was turning him on. The other boys, even his imprisoned teammates, grinned and pointed at it, much to his ultimate disgrace and he hung his head in shame and anger.
Neil noticed the boys laughing and he casually slipped his other hand around Leroy's waist to take hold of his now rigid 5" penis. Making a fist around the slender length of the shaft, Neil started fisting him up and down a few times while he continued to drive his impaled dick in and out and then let go of Leroy's cock.
After a while, Leroy started to feel something else. And that was an intensifying tingling pressure rapidly building up in him that eventually would lead to an inevitable sexual release without being touched. That pressure dissolved into a warm tingly itch that kept getting stronger and stronger with each of Neil's deep driving thrusts. Warm slippery pre-cum was now drooling out from the tip of his now twitching and straining penis. Leroy moaned softly to himself as the intensifying tingly pressure increased causing his heartbeat to accelerate even more at a rapid pace and his breathing becoming deep and rapid to the point that he was almost gasping.
Deeply ashamed by the humiliating position, being bent over by a younger boy as a prisoner, being fucked by him, Leroy knew that at any second now the dam would burst causing him to cum. On the point, one last deep driving thrust of the impaled cock caused Leroy to cry out with a mixture of shame and pleasure.
Leroy's dick jumped and then started pulsing away spasmodically. But just before he really could shoot his load, Neil suddenly stopped his movements.
Gasping for breath at his near-orgasm, he heard Neil softly moaning and he felt how he very slowly pushed his dick deeper into him, waiting a moment and then suddenly shooting his cum into his ass.
Panting after his powerful orgasm, Neil hung over Leroy until he had regained his breath and then pulled back, leaving Leroy's now dripping ass exposed.
"It didn't go all that well, did it Leroy?" Brixton teased the prisoner, "looking for our flag but ending up here like this, a pole in your butt!"
Leroy hung his head. He had been captured, and he was fucked in all manners.
Just as Leroy wanted to get up, Darrell returned to the Lion's home base, panting from running through the woods, trying to escape from being captured. Looking at Leroy trying to get up, his blue briefs still at his ankles, it took him only a second to realize what had happened just a while ago, and with a broad grin he shouted,
"That's what we do with Bears that capture our Blues and fuck them!" He moved over to Leroy pushing him back down and said, "No, you stay there, I'm next!"
Shocked, Leroy dropped back down on all fours, too overwhelmed by this turn of events to protest.
Simon had just escaped an attack from two Bears by outrunning them, and his hurried flight through the woods had earned him a few red streaks on his face from branches he wasn't able to evade. This random run around all alone through the woods wasn't very successful, he thought. There must be a better way to capture the flag without being countered and captured by the enemy each time.
Still thinking about a strategy, he entered the home base just in time to see how Darrell got behind Leroy, ready to mount him.
He looked questioningly at the scene and Brixton filled him in, telling him that Darrell was the second already. Simon frowned. A blue boy being fucked wasn't very special, but during this fun game? Why? And for the second time already?
"We fuck him until his time is done here, as a payback for the Bears fucking our Edward," Neil said revengefully, adding to Simon's astonishment.
When Darrell was done fucking Leroy and unceremoniously pulled out, Paul Richter stepped forward and said, "he still has 5 minutes to stay here, so I can have a go as well," and he prepared himself to mount Leroy, who had now lost all his bravado and knowing that he had no chance to get away, was near crying.
***
Even at midday, Hugo was still on his bed. He'd hardly slept that night. All horror scenarios had gone through his head repeatedly until he was so tired that he couldn't do anything more than just lay staring at the ceiling. He'd told his mom that he didn't feel well, which wasn't far off from the truth, so he stayed in his room, never wanting to leave it again.
After the call he had with Simon this morning, Tom had thought about what he should do over and over again, how to approach Hugo. He looked at his watch, and saw that it was already three in the afternoon and he still wasn't sure what to do.
Without a clear plan, he stepped on his bike and went to Hugo's where he dropped his bike against the porch and went to the back yard, still not sure what to say. Simon's words flew through his head, and he knew he should seek help, but he was scared that it would destroy Hugo.
He knocked on the back door, opened it, and he stepped inside even before Hugo's startled mom could say, `come in'.
"Is Hugo home?" he asked impatiently.
"He's in his room, something wrong, Tom?" She was surprised that the usually very polite Tom acted so bluntly. But she shrugged her shoulders. It must be something between the boys. If it's important, she'll know it soon enough.
"No ma'am, not anything special but I want to speak with him urgently" he replied a bit more politely now after he saw the raised eyebrow, and he went to the stairs, not even asking further permission and rushed up to Hugo's room and entered without knocking.
"Hugo," he said, "you gotta come with me." And when Hugo asked, surprised by the unexpected visit and clearly reluctant to move,
"NOW!" Tom snarled.
Hugo shot up, a bit angry at this intrusion of his private space, and said defensively, "NO! I ain't goin' anywhere!"
"Oh sure as hell you are!" Tom said a bit calmer now, and more confident, "I don't think you have a choice. You come with me or I go alone and you will find out later where I went and what I've said. But I think it's better for you that you come with me and tell your own story, instead of letting me tell it."
"What?" Hugo suddenly realized what this must be all about. It was Tom! He had snatched his stuff, or maybe someone else did and delivered it to him. He suddenly started shaking and his face turned pale.
"I know about your plan, and I'm not the only one," Tom blurted out.
"What plan? What are you talking about, this is nonsense," Hugo said in a feeble attempt to keep up appearances.
"No, it isn't nonsense and you know that. I know about your plan to burn the Mackey place down and setting some houses of Mackey officials on fire too. And just so you know, I have your plans, in your handwriting, including the planning where you're gonna hide the cans with kerosene. And the notes with the warning for the Choosing as well."
Hugo was flabbergasted, and said at a defeated tone, "But..., how...?"
"Don't ask because I'm not gonna tell you. Come, follow me."
Knowing that he had no choice, Hugo followed Tom tamely, and downstairs Tom said in a friendly tone but persistently to Hugo's mom who looked questioningly at the two boys, after noticing the worried look at her son's pale face, "we're going for a ride, Mrs. Mackey, aren't we Hugo?"
Hugo nodded submissively.
"Where are we going?" Hugo asked when the two boys were on their bikes.
"You'll see. Just follow me," Tom replied, "but Hugo, let me tell you one thing: what you were planning to do is horrendous. I know it's all about revenge and frustration for being a Community Bottom. I get that. And we're gonna do something about it right now. So you follow me, we get this in the open to the right person and I'll make sure that your situation improves. And if you weasel out and don't follow me, I will move on and just disclose what your plans were, and you know that if I disclose them, you definitely will be toast."
Hugo turned even paler when Tom turned right at the junction and made him suddenly realize that this road was leading to the Mackey Board office.
"No Tom, no, please," he pleaded, "not the Board. They'll kill me."
"No, they won't. They have to kill me first," Tom replied, suddenly feeling very confident. He fully agreed with Simon. This shouldn't continue to smolder, and Thomas Alan would certainly not just lash out at Hugo, but would also consider his situation carefully, especially since he was a witness and would tell the whole community how the Chief had managed a situation with a desperate boy.
They put their bikes in front of the modest one story office building and entered.
Mrs. Annabel Richter, the elderly gray-haired lady at the reception looked up from her administration desk, surprised to see two boys entering, still a bit short of breath after a high-speed ride, one boy looking very angry, the other boy looking scared.
"Hi boys, how can I help you?"
But before she could get up, Tom marched straight to the door with Thomas Allen's name tag on it and knocked on the door once and opened it without waiting for an answer.
"Hey, you boys wait, you can't just barge in like that!" as she tried to stop the boys to no avail.
And Tom simply snapped back, "well, we just did", and dragged Hugo a bit forcefully with him into the office where Thomas Allan was sitting at his desk, reading a newspaper.
Thomas Alan looked up surprised at the sudden disruption. Two boys had just stormed into his office with Mrs. Richter following suit in a useless attempt to stop the boys.
"WO, WO! What is this?" he roared, and both Hugo and Mrs. Richter stopped in their tracks, but Tom appeared not to be the least impressed.
"We came here to set some things right," Tom bluntly said, quickly adding a bit more politely, "Sir."
Thomas Alan looked at the boy piercingly. He knew the boy as his grandson's best friend; he had stayed with Simon last summer at the Mansion: a good kid, a very smart kid.
He gestured at Annabel, "it's okay, I can handle them, thank you".
With an aggrieved look, she backed off and closed the door behind while mumbling grumpily.
"So boys, what's the disaster that makes you come running into my office like this?"
Tom took a deep breath. He knew now that he should let his anger and excitement go and be the wise and thoughtful one, and not ruin this.
"Well, Sir, sorry for crashing in, but indeed we have an emergency. Thanks for wanting to listen to us, Sir," he began, trying to sound more politely.
When he saw Thomas Alan looking at him with a barely perceptible reassuring smile on his lips, he cleared his throat and continued,
"It's about Hugo, Sir, but not only about him, but in general about the Choosing, the Community Bottoms. I know it is a long-standing tradition. But the way it is working now, it has to stop. I think you already know about how Hugo feels about his Bottom duties," he rattled his words almost without breathing, but trying to maintain a convincing tone of voice: "Hugo is at the point of a breakdown that will have serious consequences, not only for him, but for you, the Board and the whole Mackey community as well. So I'm here to prevent that from happening. I think that Hugo should be released immediately from his position as a Community Bottom for the Mackeys and from his obligations as such."
Hugo's eyes opened wide in shock and surprise. He didn't see this coming.
"Well, that doesn't sound like a question, it sounds more like a decision already made," Thomas Alan said without raising his voice or even looking annoyed about this bold step against his competency. The way Tom formulated his words, his tone of voice, it was impressive. This boy really was a born leader.
Tom smiled politely, a bit more humble now that the big words were out, and that Thomas Allen's reaction was not as nuclear as he had anticipated.
"Well, Sir, technically it should be your decision, but we have a strong point. Please allow me to explain," Tom went on when he saw that Thomas Alan hadn't lashed out in anger, but had remained calm and looked as if he was patiently waiting for more to come.
"Go on," Thomas Alan said, "take a seat first, both of you."
While he was still moving to a chair, Tom began with his story, telling Thomas Alan all about how Hugo suffered, about his notebook with the names and the disclaimer, his rating of the boys, his anger about the Choosing and ultimately his near flipping now that the next Choosing was in two weeks' time.
"What do you mean, `flipping'?"
"Well, Hugo sort of went berserk, and had plans to damage properties and tell the 12-year-olds what the Choosing was about and what happened there, but also hurt people. I have his plans."
All the time Hugo kept silent, trembling like a leaf, not trying to say anything, not capable of uttering a word.
"I haven't heard from you so far, Hugo. What do you have to say for yourself?" Thomas Alan asked, turning towards Hugo who sat petrified.
"I...,...ehm...," he squeaked and then he suddenly broke down sobbing, not trying to hide his tears.
Thomas Alan looked at him with pity. That Hugo wasn't happy with being a Community Bottom was widely known, and that he had been keeping a list was not a secret for the Council, but it had been monitored by Andrew and it was thought under control. Spreading anonymous papers with a warning for the Choosing and mentioning `boy whores': that was disturbing.
Hugo sat softly crying now, his head completely blank. When Tom had mentioned his plans to burn down the Tavern and the Choosing grounds, and told Thomas Alan that he had written the notes that revealed the Mackey secret, he knew he was dead meat and prayed that the ground would split and that he would be swallowed into the depths of the earth.
It was silent for a couple of minutes, only Hugo's sobbing filled the air.
"Hugo is really suffering, sir, so something has to change," Tom says, breaking the silence, "I have seen his plans, and they are shocking. And I am going to release them to the public unless we can agree on some serious changes."
"Ah, I see. Now you're changing from a decision to an order based on blackmail?" Thomas Alan said, frowning this time.
"No sir, it's not blackmail. It's a cry for help, but it is not blackmail: see it as a promise." Tom realized that with this bold move he had overplayed his hand, but one look at the sobbing boy next to him, and with Simon's words still echoing in his head, he knew there was no way back, and this was the right thing to do, come hell or high water.
Thomas Alan looked at the brash boy, trying not to show him how impressed he was.
"And what should these changes entail?"
Tom looked up. He somewhat expected Thomas Alan to kick them out for his insolence, and was surprised that he simply asked what he wanted.
"Hugo should be released from his Bottom service as of today," Tom repeated unceremoniously, "without further consequences for him or his family."
Thomas Alan didn't react, and Tom, encouraged by the lack of strong rejection, continued,
"Also, the terms of service for all the Community Bottoms should be shortened. 3 years is an eternity when you're 12 or 13. I don't know how many times adults have sex in a week, but I doubt that it will be near the numbers our Bottoms are forced to perform. So there should be a limit for everyone, not only for the very much abused boys like Simon and Brad Wilson, or Alex and Tyler. And if you are going to proceed with this Bottom business, having 20-year-olds fucking 14 or 15-year-olds does not constitute a community service, it's a crime. So that has to go as well."
Thomas Alan listened silently without moving an eyelid.
"Also, this Choosing should change as well," Tom added, with a little less bravura now that he had made the most urgent and difficult points. "This `boys' pageant' with vulnerable boys on display, just being objects of lust for older boys is downright degrading, and as we all have learned with Old Will and his cronies, it can be a source of manipulation as well. If there has to be a Choosing at all, it should be based on a different way of selecting boys."
"And you figured this out all by yourself?"
"No Sir. I discussed this with Simon, and I agree with his ideas. He thinks it's about time to stand up and protest, change the rules. He is at camp now, with the scouts, but we discussed this yesterday. He wanted to make a point now. He was even about to quit camp to come over here for this. But I promised him I would take his point to you," Tom finishing his plea, quickly adding the polite, "Sir."
"Simon's idea?" Thomas Alan asked, peering at Tom to test if he is telling the whole truth,
"Well," Tom hesitantly added, "the part about Hugo was definitely his idea. He thinks it's downright wrong. I do too. And the part of introducing a new type of selection too, maybe similar to some games with the scouts, he told me. The limits and reducing the term, well we discussed that as well, but he was a bit reluctant to push it too strongly, because he has this conflicting interest, you see, as a current Bottom, being the Second son of the Second son and all. So I came up with those for Simon, for all the current Bottoms and for all the Bottoms to follow."
"That's quite a thing you're `asking' me," Thomas Alan said pensively, demonstratively making the quote signs at the word asking. And you're going public with the information if I do not decide right now?"
Tom suddenly felt uncertain now that this was thrown back at him, but as the say goes `alea iacta est', he couldn't do anything else but confirm,
"Yes Sir."
"Any chance I can see these plans?"
"You can, but I don't have them with me right now. They're in a safe place," Tom said looking sideways to Hugo, as if to let him know that he was prepared for stupid moves from his part to get the plans back.
"You go get them. I want to see the papers before I decide," Thomas Alan said firmly, "and be back within 30 minutes.
"Yes Sir," Tom answered and pulled Hugo at his arm to follow him.
"Hugo can wait here until you're back," ordered Thomas Alan at a tone that didn't leave room for discussion, and Tom quickly disappeared to get the bag with the plans.
***
Deep in the Mackey Woods, in the Lion's home base, an astonished Simon saw how Paul Richter moved towards Leroy when Darrell got off him. He initially thought it was a joke, but apparently, it was not.
When Paul lowered his pants, ready to mount Leroy, a wave of anger filled Simon's head and he stepped between them.
"No! You're not gonna fuck him!" he shouted.
Stunned, Paul stepped back, and when he regained his senses, he said,
"Well, I'm gonna fuck him. The Bears did Edward when they captured him, so we do Leroy now."
"You're not fucking him as revenge. And it's the third time already, within 15 minutes, so no!" Simon said resolutely. He was outraged. Leroy was an asshole, sure, but being captured by a majority and then mercilessly fucked with no chance to escape, just for revenge? No way!
"He is Blue and I'm White," Paul stubbornly objected, "so I have the right."
"Which part of `NO' do you not understand?" Simon now hissed with a threatening tone, frowning his eyebrows and squeezing his eyes, tensing his muscles ready to jump on Paul to teach him a lesson with his fists.
But Paul saw that Simon really meant what he said, and retreated. "Okay, Okay," he surrendered, holding his hand up while he stepped back.
"Good grief!" Simon sighed, "What morons you are. Fucking as revenge? What kind of scouts are you?"
Now that they had been reprimanded so forcefully, they suddenly realized how stupid they were and turned away in shame.
Simon reached out to Leroy and helped him up.
"Get him a cloth so he can wipe the cum from his ass," Simon directed and a bright red colored Brixton quickly brought a towel and handed it to Leroy.
"Now off you go," Simon said to Leroy, "back to your home base to get a new thread."
"Thanks Simon," Leroy said meekly on his way out and sped rapidly back to his team's base.
"Good grief!" Simon sighed, still chewing on the events.
"Instead of mistreating someone, we should better be thinking about a strategy to capture the flag," Simon moved on. "We've been running around without a plan and that will get us nowhere. I suggest we set up a strategy and teach the Bears a lesson!"
***
Next episode:
Will Hugo be punished for his plans?
What will Jason do with the note?
Do the scouts enjoy the last couple of days at camp?
To be continued...