Mackey Tales: The Lost Tribes of The West – Simon A. Mackey 3

 

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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.

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Simon's Choosing, summer 1975

 

The Big Day (part 2)

 

"May I have your attention, please," Andrew roared over the excited chatter of the Mackeys who were discussing the results and setting up bets. "We're about to start the second half of the Choosing."

Slowly quieting down, the boys sat down and listened.

 

"We now have the first results, but you all can see, only about one third of the voters have cast their ballot, so guys, there is some work to do!" He waited a moment until everyone was silent. "We've had the contestants on the board walk in the first half, so everyone should have a good impression by now. This half of the Ceremony you may come up on stage to have an even closer look and test the boys. But, again, touching only, no harassment and no making boys cum."

"Ahhw.." the boys in the public joked, playing disappointed, and with a smile Andrew turned to the bell for the second half.

At the sound of the bell, the voters started roaming, touching the boys on stage in places that would be extremely inappropriate in any other situation, and enjoyed the funny commentary that played over the music, commenting the poor boys' butts and suggesting the nice things you could do with it.

As the voters fondled the helpless boys, pushing their fingers in their asses, caressing their balls trying to make them get an erection, and bragging about the bets they make on their preferred boy, the already nervous boys became even more insecure and agitated, and a few reacted angrily to the rude, teasing pawing.

It was a nice warm, sunny summer day, and with so many boys who came to experience the Choosing and to vote, it was a very festive, lively event, like the State Fair. Except for the boys subject to the voting- everyone had the time of their lives.

Tom Schneider, Simon's best friend who had been in 1974 choosing as a 12-year-old, signaled Simon to come over. "You got almost no votes, man," Tom said. Simon just nodded, but he was shocked when Tom fondled his balls and asked him to turn around, and said, feigning a serious tone,

"Mmm... That's a fine ass you have, Si, I never noticed before, but...." he paused a moment to see Simon's reaction and continued, "Maybe I should improve your measly voting result a bit."

"What the hell?" Simon shot at his friend.

"I still have to vote, you know," Tom answered while he poked a wet finger in Simon's hole.

"You mean...," Simon stuttered, and scooted a step forward at the intrusion of his friend, "oh no, please, you're not gonna vote for me, are you?"

"Dunno yet," Tom teased.

"Please, Tom, don't," pleaded Simon with a tremble in his voice. He couldn't bear the thought of his best friend voting for him to be a Bottom. Having his dick and balls touched by him was already bad enough.

"Come on, Tom, I thought we were friends," he begged. "Please, don't."

With a devious smile, Tom waved his hand and moved on, leaving Simon bewildered.

Andrew and the assistants surveyed the audience who were having a great time, and were content. The Choosing went well and the boys had fun, well, the voters actually.

"We have only 30 minutes left," Andrew announced after a while, "it is time for those who haven't made up their mind yet and register your final choice, if you haven't voted yet."

By now, about half of all the boys eligible to vote walked around on the very crowded stage, chatting merrily and groping the hapless contestants, poking their butts and making fun of them.

Amongst these boys, Brian and Gavin kept an eye on their targets as inconspicuously as possible.

"I think we need to step up a bit," Brian whispered to Gavin. "I don't see a lot of guys near Brad and Simon, and their count in the first half was not sufficient to get them selected." He signaled Gavin to follow him and moved through the crowd towards Brad.

"Hey Brad, how are you? Got a lot of votes already?" Gavin asked in a mean tone as he made Brad turn around and roughly poked his butt. Brad moaned.

"I think you'll be a good new asset to the Mackeys," Gavin continued, "man, with a nice round butt like that you'll be very popular. Yeah, you will have to work for your Mackey rights. They don't just happen by chance, you know." and he turned to a bunch of guys standing behind him, "Brad could use some support, don't you think? Or else Simon does."

"Yeah guys, these two deserve to be chosen," added Brian, "you should vote for Brad to show him that you don't just become a Mackey, and Simon, well, it's time for a lesson in humility for the bratty Northerner who otherwise does nothing for his inheritance. Getting him chosen will bring him down a peg."

Panicking, Brad looked around. Is this actually allowed? Pushing someone to vote for a boy? He looked at Simon, who stared blankly ahead. Apparently he had heard the conversation as well.

Brian and Gavin now increasingly let go of their caution and became more and more active in getting boys to vote for Simon and Brad.

"I think we need to start using some harder methods as I don't see enough guys testing Brad and Simon yet," Gavin warned, "come, follow me, by the looks of it there are a few more hesitating guys over there" and they headed towards a group of 13 and 14-year-olds.

"Hey Daniel," Brian said to one of the boys, "How's it goin'? Already voted?"

"Ehm, no, not yet. Still making my mind up," Daniel answered, surprised. He didn't like Brian very much, and always tried to avoid him.

"Good, because we think you can make a contribution to the brotherhood by voting for Brad, or Simon," he said maliciously. And when he saw Daniel hesitating and trying to walk away, he added:

"Say, it's your brother's turn to attend the Choosing next year, right?" Daniel nodded.

"Well, if I were you, I would make sure that Simon and Brad get some more votes, otherwise you can count on it that your brother will be turned here next year."

Daniel looked at Brian in bewilderment, but when he saw the mean look in Brian's eyes, he knew he'd better do as told, and with his two friends he hurried to cast their votes.

While the boys on the line were unaware of Gavin and Brian's foul play, the voting boys were making their choice gleefully and excitedly, fooling around with the boys on stage, laughing and groping them.

Finally, Andrew made an end to this humiliating ceremony. He reminded the last remaining voting boys to cast their vote and to leave the stage to get something to drink and take a snack. Everyone had to remain at the stage grounds, and were not allowed near the boys on stage anymore. The counting of the votes would take about 15 minutes.

The twenty-six boys naked boys got something to drink and eat as well, and they were told to remain on their seats without getting dressed. They sat silently waiting for what their fate would be.

About 15 minutes later, the assistants asked the boys to get back to the bleachers, and Andrew took his place on the stage.

"Gentleman, I thank you for all your votes. We've never had so many voters before, 294!" A cheer went up from the audience.

"In a couple of minutes, the bulletin board will be brought up here to show all the results. But, as we have so many votes and some close calls today, we need to do a careful recount to make sure there is no mistake. And we have of course this little complication of voting for two Territories, so we need to check if there is no double counting." He looked at the boys in the crowd who began chattering about the results they hoped would match their bets.

A couple of minutes later, the assistants came up with the board, a sheet covering the results, and Andrew announced, "Here we have the results of today's voting!"

The crowd fell silent.

"I will call the results from the lowest up to the top 5 most votes. Those in the top 5 of their Territory remain here with me on stage and the others can go back to their seats at the back of the stage and wait while I reveal the top 5 results for each Territory. The two with the highest number of votes will be chosen as bottom for their Territory."

He waited a moment, and continued, "but before we get to that, we have some business to take care of." A disappointed and impatient groan arose from the bleachers.

"With the selection of new Community Bottoms, the tour of duty for our longest serving Bottoms will end today, so, could I have Curtis and Dustin Mackey, Josh Weiberg, and Chris Schneider on stage, please?"

The four 15 and 16 year olds made their way from the bleachers and climbed on the stage. The audience clapped and whistled enthusiastically. Every boy knew these Bottoms, and almost every boy in the crowd had at least once used one of them. Living just on the border of the North and the South Territory, conveniently accessible for many boys, Dustin and Chris have been very popular, and had their last fucks just yesterday evening.

"I'm pleased to declare that these four boys, chosen as Community Bottoms in 1972 have now completed their 3 year service to our community. The Counsel hereby releases you all from any service as Community Bottom for the Mackey clan. As of today, you are no longer Bottoms. As former Bottoms you're entitled to the many privileges in the Mackey lands and you'll be a respected clan member. Give them a warm applause!" and he made a courtesy bow to the boys, igniting a roaring cheer from the boys on the bleachers, clapping hands, stamping and shouting.

The cheering went on for a couple of minutes until Andrew raised his hand to silence the crowd. "On behalf of the Council, the Board and all boys in the Mackey community I'd like to thank you guys for your service. We recognize that it wasn't always that easy, and for you it has been an uneven contribution to the community compared with your peers, but bear in mind, your contribution will be remembered fondly, your status amongst us is set and last but not least, from now on you can take off your blue bracelet."

Again, the crowd cheered loudly while the boys struggled to get their bracelets off and held them up in triumph, smiling broadly knowing that their ordeal was over now. No more bending over and being fucked by just any horny Mackey, no more blowjobs. The now former Bottoms left the stage and returned to the bleachers, where boys appraisingly pated them on their backs along the way.

Andrew waited a moment and then continued, "Let's move on now with this year's selection. I'll start with letting the boys with less than 10 votes go back to their bench. You wait there, naked as the rest, until the end of the Choosing."

He looked at the twenty-six stressed, naked boys who are dreading the news. "With less than 10 votes, and three of them even with 0 votes, we have Henry Mackey, Elliot Mackey, Gunther Weiberg, Colin Richter, Ron Mackey, Joey Mackey, Andy Schneider, Russell Mackey, Theo Richter and Jonathan Mackey."

The boys in the audience laughed and made insulting remarks to these least desired boys, who were nonetheless very, very happy to have collected only a few votes, if any at all. "You can go back, and wait for the things to come," Andrew said.

Jonathan was speechless. He had the most votes in the first half, and now he was free to go. He couldn't believe his luck. Choosings are unpredictable. Simon and Rhett looked at each other; they now knew, it will be one of them.

"Now, we'll have the results for the South Territory first. With only 10 votes it looks like not too many of you really wanted a go at Claus Schneider's butt, so Claus, welcome to the brotherhood of Mackey with your ass intact." The audience laughed and a more than relieved Claus scrambled back to his seat as if his life was at stake.

"Next we have two boys who are both equally desired. I don't know why they got only 11 votes while they have such fine butts, but these asses will not be available as Community Bottoms. Maybe they can volunteer once in a while." He waited a while to get the boys on top of their nerves and then and spoke the liberating words: "Andrew and Jared Mackey, your asses are safe. For now that is," he joked, drawing some whistles form the public.

While the two boys walked back to their seats, visibly relieved, the tension amongst the remaining boys grew.

"We have the top 5 for the South Territory, in random order, Will Mackey, Alex Mackey, John Weiberg, Reed Mackey and Brad Wilson, the first new Mackey ever to reach the top 5. Please remain here at the stage boys."

Brad was shocked. "I'm in the top 5? I had almost no votes in the first half," but then he remembered these two boys advertising his butt. He really started to worry.

"I'll now move on to the North Territory results. With only 11 votes," Andrew continued, lingering for a moment to get attention, "Zach Mackey didn't make it to the top 5 popular boys in the North Territory. I think you must be very disappointed now, aren't you, Zach?"

The boys in the audience laughed and made some rude and derogatory remarks about him.

But Zach didn't hear the joke nor the remarks coming from the bleachers: too busy getting back. He was safe. For him the torment was over.

"Well, that was a quick disappearance from stage. It looks like he wasn't too eager to be in the Top 5 at all," Andrew joked. "Anyway, welcome in the brotherhood of Mackeys, Zach. I think you will enjoy your privileges soon enough if I look at the remaining boys in our Top 5."

Andrew took a quick look at the list he had received from the counting committee and read out loud, "The boys in the Top 5 for the North Territory are in random order: Leo Richter, Hugo Mackey, Kelly Mackey, Tim Schneider and Shaun Mackey."

Shouts and cheers went up from the stands. With a triumphant gesture, Andrew whipped up the audience who applauded loudly for the show.

"But...," Andrew went on with a short silence to heighten the tension, "we have our special today. For both North and South Territories, we had the competition between Simon Alan Mackey, Jonathan Mackey and Rhett Mackey. But since Jonathan has already left the stage with a measly 6 votes, we now have two contestants left, both of you can come on over here, Rhett and Simon."

Simon was scared. "Please let this not be true," he thought, feeling all the blood draining from his face, "it can't be that I have the most votes, that must be a mistake." An assistant took him by his arm and brought him forward to stand with the others. "Maybe I'm just in the Top 2, but not with the most votes," he tried to reason against his better judgement: although he had the least votes in the first round, now he was worried that the scheming of those southern boys haven't helped him. He felt sick.

"We have 12 boys left. Two of them collected 13 votes. Their butts were clearly more appreciated than the fourteen that left us already, but alas, 13 votes is not enough to be honored as Community Bottom. So please, Shaun and Will Mackey, take your loss, and you can leave and go to your seats."

With a face that showed great relief, Shaun turned, looking sideways to his friend Tim and gave him a thumbs up. Since the first count, Shaun had good hope to not be chosen, but he was not so sure about Tim's luck. Tim had the most votes for the North at the first tally, and boy, was he nervous.

"Well, next we have another pair with the same number of votes." Andrew waited to get the full attention, and looked at the stressed out boys on stage. "With 14 votes each..." He continued and paused again to raise the tension, "...John Weiberg and Kelly Mackey has also lost their opportunities to be famous in Mackey Territory. You can leave boys." An audible sigh of relief escaped the two boys, but an evenly audible moan rose from the remaining 8 boys.

Andrew waited until John and Kelly had left front stage and the crowd regained silence.

"We've lost eighteen good candidates, but we've still 8 boys carrying fine asses to serve the community." He looked at the stressed boys on stage and continued, "We'd had a pair of boys with 13 votes, a pair with 14 votes, and now we have two boys with 16 votes each. Looks like you're doing everything in pairs today, but these will be the last pair. And, when these two leave the stage," Andrew said, "then we're up to 6 remaining boys."

He waited to see the effect of his words, and both the audience and the particularly tense boys on stage did not make a sound awaiting the denouement.

"So, when the next two of you will be leaving, we'll know the result for North and South," he said to the almost desperate boys, and he turned to the audience, "are you ready to get to know which fine butts will be at your service for the next 3 years ?" The crowd went wild and shouted, "Yeah, get on with it, we're ready when you are."

From where they sat at the tavern, the fathers heard the crowd shouting and clapping and in the distance they could just see the 6 naked boys standing on the stage. Richard and Robert noticed their boys amidst the others standing next to the still covered bulletin board. Robert sighed. His son Cameron was chosen two years ago, and now he saw his 12-year-old son Rhett still was on stage... Two bottoms in one family, that's uncommon, but you never know. "Please, let Rhett go untouched," he hoped and glanced at Richard who looked already defeated. Out of the corner of his eyes he could just see how two men with a hidden grin on their faces nodded in Richard's direction, obviously anticipating their desired outcome.

Andrew finally asked the audience to quiet down to announce the final winners of the Choosing. "With only 16 votes each, the following two boys will not be granted the privilege of being Community Bottom: Reed Mackey and Tim Schneider. I'm sorry boys, you didn't win. Hope you're not sore losers."

With a forced grin, the very relieved boys hurried off stage, rushing back to the other lucky boys. Four boys on stage looked devastated. They now knew their fate.

"These are the final results: for the North we have with 24 votes Hugo Mackey in first place, and with 22 votes Leo Richter in second place," he announced. The boys on the bleachers cheered, and the chosen boys hung their heads, defeated.

Andrew continued, "The results for South are: 25 voted for Alex Mackey and 20 votes for Brad Wilson." He waited for the crowd to calm down a bit, and went on, "today is a special day as we have welcomed into our midst the first Community Bottom who was not born a Mackey. Please give an extra round of applause for Brad !"

Again, the crowd went wild with enthusiasm, clapped, and stamped as hard as they could.

Alex looked blank as if already had known his fate before the final outcome. In the first tally, he'd already collected the most votes, and with the announcer praising him and many boys appreciatively squeezing his butt, he knew from an early moment on that he was done for. Hugo's face showed disbelief and hurt. Leo and Brad looked ready to cry.

"These four boys will be Mackey Community Bottom only for boys from their own Territory, servicing the standard 3 year term, starting tomorrow." Andrew announced when the boys in the stands finally calmed down, "Their mouth and butt will be available for all Mackeys from their Territory, but age rules apply. The first 6 months the new bottoms will be available only to Mackeys from 12 up to one year older than his own age, the next 6 months to Mackeys from 12 up to 2 years, the second year from 12 to 16, and the third year open for all Mackeys under 21."

"And, last but not least, we have our final contestants," Andrew went on, "it was a draw in the first half, but in the second half you declared a clear winner, with 37 against 12 votes."

He looked at the now completely stressed out boys standing naked and trembling, waiting for their fate. The audience cheered and clapped, and the fathers in the tavern looked up on the noise and realized that the final results were there.

Rhett bowed his head in anticipation of the bad news. "It's always our clan, and now even two in one family," he thought gloomy, "mom doesn't like having horny boys walking in and out the house to have a go at Cameron, and now she has two sons being plugged by neighborhood kids." He sighed.

"We have here, with convincing distance ...drumroll please..., our winning contestant for both Territories...." and he stepped forward, grabbed both boys' arms as in a boxing match, and after a little feint with their arms, he raised the winner's arm.

"And the winner is...Simon Alan Mackey."

Again, the boys on the bleachers cheered and stamped their feet. The Mackey Community Bottoms were chosen. Rhett, almost dizzy from the sudden relief couldn't believe it and looked uncertain at Andrew.

"Yeah, Rhett, you're free to go. Or do you prefer to stay here for the next part of the show?" Leaving a grinning Andrew behind him, he quickly returned to the seats. He couldn't believe his luck.

Matthew was stunned.

"This can't be happening," he thought. He looked at the stage where Simon stood and tried to catch his little brother's attention, but Simon just stared blankly ahead. Matthew felt sick. "I have failed. I have not protected Simon well enough as dad told me to do." He felt sad for Simon, and worried about his dad's reaction on his failure.

Andrew went on, while Simon stood there, paralyzed with disbelieve. "Simon will be Mackey Community Bottom, and he will be available for both North and South Territories, servicing the 3 year term for each, starting tomorrow."

A wave of whispers in amazement went over the crowd. 3 years per Territory, is that successively? That would be 6 years!

But the Master of the Ceremony, recognizing the amazement from the crowd, added, "The last time this happened was in the 1920's, and records show that 6 years has been an unjust burden to serve for a 12 or 13-year-old. So, the Community Board Members have decided that Simon can combine part of the terms." He looked at the Board Representative who nodded affirmatively.

"He is allowed to start the second term after his first 12 months. The total number of years will then be 4. His mouth and butt will be available for all Mackeys, but age rules apply. The first 6 months he will be available only to Mackeys from 12 up to one year older than his own age. The next 6 months he will be available to Mackeys from 12 up to 2 years. Within the standard rules, the second year Simon would be available from 12 to 16 and the third year for all Mackeys under 21. But if he wishes to combine the second term of 3 years after his first 12 months, he will be available for all Mackeys under 21 from his second year on."

Simon just stood there, as if it did not concern him. This could not be happening. 4 years? Everyone up to 21 after his first year? This must be a prank. Then Simon slowly began to piece together what his immediate future was.

An assistant took the sheet away from the bulletin board to reveal the total score and Andrew asked the chosen boys to step aside.

 

 

"Now that you have chosen our new bottoms, the boys who are not chosen can leave the stage and get dressed. Congratulations boys, you all went through the Choosing, you're all true Mackeys now!"

The lucky boys rushed from the stage, away from the dreadful place to get dressed as quickly as they could, and were welcomed in the crowd by the boys, patting their back, shouting congratulations.

On stage, the five remaining boys stood naked, heads hung, waiting for the inevitable to happen. The assistants carried a trestle table on the stage and put a soft blanket on it. They directed the five boys to stand on the left side, a few feet away so they had had a good access to the table without blocking the view from the audience.

"We've welcomed 21 new Mackeys already, but we have five more to go, folks," Andrew cheerily said, "and after this final part of the Ceremony, they also will be fully Mackeys!"

"Yeah, full indeed," joked a boy, "full with cum that is." The boys on the bleachers, already in the mood for what was to come, whistled and laughed.

"To become a Mackey bottom," Andrew went on, "they will be initiated here today, on stage, by giving their first blowjob and being fucked for the first time, well, I presume it will be their first time ..."

Some sniggers came from the stands and he waited till the scornful laughter died, "They will do the blowjobs here on stage, all at the same time. The fucking will be next, one at a time."

When the enthusiastic crowd calmed down, he turned to the five new Bottoms on stage, looking forward to see their asses to be publicly taken. He enjoyed milking the anticipation and excitement of the crowd and the boys eager to do the initiation.

"These boys won't be the same in just a few minutes," he said to the audience, pointing at the 5 sad looking boys.

He explained that twelve boys who had cast their votes today were selected to take part in the initiation. The Community Board had given preferences before the Choosing, based on a boy's behavior, contribution to the Community, if he hadn't already participated in an initiation and so on. Together with the assistants and the Board Representative Andrew had made a list, six for the blowjobs, and six for the fucking.

"You all note that we have 5 Community Bottoms, and six boys for the sucking, and six for fucking" Andrew explained, "that is because Simon is Bottom for two Territories, so he will perform the sucking and the fucks twice."

"I'd like to ask the next lucky ones to come forward," Andrew called out, "they are Hank, Matthew and Greg Mackey, Ben and Daniel Richter and Boyd Weiberg." Both enthusiastic cheers and some boos from disappointed boys went up from the audience and the six boys hurried forward and climbed on the stage.

Simon and Matthew froze when they heard Matthew's name. "It wouldn't be...," both wondered in bewilderment, "it was already a set-up from the beginning, and now they are planning to put brothers together for this?... No that couldn't be...."

The chosen boys were lined up on center stage, for everyone good to see, and six the broadly smiling lucky boys each were assigned to a new Community Bottom. Simon let out an audible sigh of relief when Hank was led to him.

Brad, the new Mackey, was assigned to render his first service to Matthew, and on his way to Brad, Matthew passed his little brother and ruffled his hair. "Don't worry, Si, you can do it, it's not as bad as it seems," he encouraged him.

"OK boys, you can start your service now, and remember; you have to swallow all cum. If not, you'll have to do it again, until you've shown that you were able to swallow it all."

But before he could finish, the eager five boys had already unzipped, dropped their shorts and underwear, showing a woody in anticipation, and put their dicks in the bottoms' mouths. The newly chosen bottoms, unaccustomed to a hard penis in their mouths, did their best to comfort the lucky boys, and before long they were face-fucking the poor bottoms in pure lust, almost choking them. The boys in the crowd were excited, some showing a bulge in their shorts, aroused at the sight of the scene on stage.

It took the first boy only five minutes to reach his climax and unloaded his balls in Hugo's mouth, who did his best to keep it all in. "Thanks Hugo, you're great!" the boy said, and joked "hard to believe I was your first. Thanks." Hugo looked bewildered, as if he couldn't believe he did it. A dick in his mouth. Cum. And he swallowed it all. He wiped his mouth and just murmured weakly "you're welcome."

Meanwhile, Simon tried to keep Hank's dick in his mouth. The 14-year-old boy was not very big, but the sucking and licking on his dick had brought him to the edge and he was pushing his hips with some force into Simon's mouth, making him gag. Simon placed his hand below Hank's balls and fondled them lightly, tipping the boy over the edge. Five, six spurts of cum shot in Simon's mouth, and he quickly swallowed it. A last squirt came out, just as he opened his mouth to let the head go, and a rope of cum landed on his upper lip. "You've got to take that in as well or it wouldn't count," a boy in the audience shouted, and Simon quickly wiped the cum down and licked it from his fingers.

In just another five minutes, the other three bottom's mouths were filled with their first servings of cum as well. The assistants gave the boys a towel to wipe their face, and while Simon took the second dick in his mouth, the finished lucky boys put their clothes back on and went off stage, with a heavenly smile on their face, making thumbs-up gestures to the boys on the bleachers.

Upon leaving the stage, Matthew lingered a while to look at Simon and saw how his brother, staring blankly ahead, swallowed the second load of cum in his mouth. Their eyes met and he held up his thumb, leaving it in the middle whether that was in support of Simon, or appreciation for the nice blowjob he'd just had.

Andrew came back on the stage and hushed the excited crowd. "We're now going to break in the new bottoms, and for that we ask them to come up here and bend over this trestle," he said, pointing at the table in the middle of the stage.

"We have selected six boys to be given the honor of breaking a boy in as a bottom by fucking him, here on stage. There are some rules and requirements though," he added, making the boys in the audience let out an audible playfully disappointed "..Nooohh..."

He laughed, and continued, "Well, don't be afraid, there are basically three." He waited a moment to test the reaction, and the boys listened attentively.

"The first rule is about politics, you know, no friends or enemies, to avoid situations." Some boys laughed, and one shouted "like this is not a situation !"

"The other requirements are the really basic ones. You gotta get lubed very well as to not hurt the boys..." The boys in the audience sniggered when he added, "and you need to ejaculate real sperm in a boy's ass."

He signaled Leo to come forward as first boy that will be fucked. Leo got up and came forward to the table. Tears welled up in his eyes. This couldn't be happening, right? You can't have just someone fuck you? Would it hurt? What would his friends in the audience think of him when they saw him being fucked in public? The assistant gently pushed him over the table and Andrew called the 13-year-old Karl Schneider.

Karl jumped up from his seat, and with a smile as broad as the Mississippi, he got on the stage.

"Well Karl, congratulations, you'll have two firsts today. The first to fuck a bottom this Choosing, and the first one ever to fuck Leo."

The assistant took the jar of Vaseline, took a dollop to coat Leo's ass, and handed the jar to Karl. When he pushed his greasy finger in the boy's tight hole to grease him good, Leo winced softly. Karl lowered his shorts and briefs and greased his 4-incher generously with Vaseline. His very white skin and blond pubes revealed his German ancestry.

He looked at the assistant for a sign to start, and when he saw him nod, he stepped behind Leo and lined his dick up with the crack. Leo shivered at the feeling of a dick against his hole and closed his eyes, ready for the ordeal. Karl carefully pushed his dick forward and he slowly slipped in. Leo gasped when he felt the warm cock passing through his sphincter. He accepted his first penetration, which made him wince and bite down on his balled up fist at first. It was a strange feeling, an uncomfortable sting when his muscle was stretched, but no unbearable pain.

Karl was so gentle with him that his discomfort was short lived. When Leo felt Karl's pubes against his buns he knew Karl was completely inside him. It hadn't hurt him as much as he'd expected and he started to relax. Karl let out a moan when he was completely in. The warm, tight ass around his dick brought him almost directly to a climax. He praised him the whole time, telling him how cute and talented he was. Karl rested inside of him and complimented him loud enough for the public to hear how tight this butthole was.

"You're going to get plenty of action back here," Karl assured Leo, running his palms all over his plump buns. "You feel so fucking tight that I could blow a load without even moving."

When he felt that Leo was ready, he began to thrust with gentle, slow strokes that felt so magical. Leo tried to stay relaxed as Karl took his anal virginity, the virginity that he never wanted to lose. But to his own surprise, Karl's every movement gave him chills of delight, pulling a series of hot moans out of him while he shivered. Less than five minutes after Karl took Leo's cherry, Karl planted his seed with a loud groan in the new Bottom's deflowered hole and pulled out carefully. Some cum dribbled from the hole, proving that Leo truly had been fucked.

The audience was silent and looked in awe at the first fucking on the stage. Some boys stroked their obvious erections through their shorts, looking at the scene with open mouth.

When Karl stepped back and the boys on the bleachers saw the boy's semen dribbling, a loud cheer arose from the crowd, and the fathers in the tavern turned their heads. They knew, the first bottom has been broken in.

Next, Andrew asked Alex to come forward. The boy showed little expression when he came to the table.

"You OK?" Andrew asked.

"Not really. But do I have a choice?" Alex answered with a look as if he was to say "just get it over with."

The 13-year-old Kyle Mackey was honored to be Alex' first fuck. The boy hopped on stage as a kid to receive his Christmas presents, and before the assistant was ready, he had dropped his shorts and underwear and reached for the Vaseline. The audience laughed at the kid's enthusiasm, and as soon as the assistant had Alex' butt greased, Kyle mounted Alex and shoved his 3½ inch dick between his buns and started fucking the boy. It didn't hurt Alex, Kyle had only a small dick, but it wasn't very gentle either. If it wasn't in public, Alex thought, it would even be OK. But this is so humiliating, a 13-year-old, rabbit-fucking your ass, with over two hundred boys looking and making witty comments. Could it get worse? Fortunately for Alex, Kyle couldn't hold back for long, and within a couple of minutes he let out a cry and shot his load in Alex. He took his still dripping cock out and grimaced smugly to the audience.

"Thanks Alex, you've been a great fuck," he tapped on the boy's back.

"He'll be hearing that a lot coming years, I think," Andrew joked, much to the enjoyment of the public. He handed Alex a towel to wipe his butt, and Alex returned to his seat.

"And now we move to the next bottom to be initiated today," Andrew announced after Alex and Kyle got off the stage. "Please welcome Simon Alan Mackey!"

Boys were cheering and stamping their feet. This would be the third fuck today and they already got horny from seeing the blowjobs and two boys being fucked on stage. Even the older boys who weren't that much into boy-on-boy play anymore had to adjust their boners in their pants.

Simon got on stage, head hung, walking as a doomed man to the gallows. He wondered which boy will be his first. He had witnessed Leo and Alex being fucked by 13-year-olds with small dicks, and it looked like they weren't hurt. At least not physically. He hoped for a small dick.

Andrew guided Simon to the table and the assistant bent Simon over, spread his ass cheeks, and prepared his hole with a big glob of Vaseline.

"May I ask Tobias Schneider from our German clan from the North Territories on stage please?" Andrew asked. "Tobias will have the honor to break in Simon as Community Bottom, for the North Territories. Later on Simon will be initiated by someone from the South Territories."

Simon's heart sank. "Tobias, oh, no," he whimpered. He knew Tobias from school. He was a grade above him, and he was 14, almost 15. And as many of the boys from the German clan, he was big. His blond head towered over all his classmates, and he was all muscle.

Tobias hopped on stage with a smooth jump and walked to the Master of the Ceremony, a big grin on his face. Knowing what was to come for him, his hard-on clearly showed through his shorts.

"Well Tobias, congratulations, you have the honor with Simon today," Andrew began, "and looking at that, you're ready for it," pointing at the boy's crotch. The audience appreciated the joke, and Tobias, encouraged by the shouts and laughter, grabbed his junk through his shorts and shouted to the crowd "beware of the Popper!"

"Tobias, you have witnessed the previous two, so I think you know the rules by now," Andrew continued, "you can get ready."

Tobias dropped his shorts and briefs, stepped out of them, and kicked them aside. He took a glob from the jar of Vaseline the assistant handed him and coated his dick with it. He turned to Simon, his now fully erected dick pointing upwards. "You ready for the Popper?"

"Damn, that's huge." It was all Simon could say, as he looked up at Tobias, who gave him a wink.

"Um, why do you call it Popper?" he asked, retuning his gaze to the big shaft.

"Because that thing is going to pop your cherry," Tobias answered, provoking laughter from the audience.

From how he was lying bent over on the table, Simon couldn't see all of the goings on behind him, but a few seconds after giving his consent to move forward, he sure heard Tobias' comment loud and clear. "Ah, this will be a good tight one."

He felt Tobias' hand take hold of his right butt cheek. "Ready?" he asked. Simon was trembling. There was no way he was getting out of this. He gave a very tense nod of his head. "Yeah, I'm good, let's do this," he said, trying to sound as confident as possible.

"All right then, say goodbye to your cherry," Tobias said, gently rubbing the soft round cheeks before him. With that, Simon felt a well-greased finger rubbing up and down his already greased hole.

When the first part of Tobias' finger entered him, Simon gave a moan. It did not take long after slipping the first finger into him, that Tobias added another finger. Simon's rectum gobbled up the two fingers like candy.

On the third finger, he felt the first tinge of pain. "Uhhh, auww," he moaned, as his hands balled into fists.

Then, the fingers were gone. And he knew what was to follow.

The next thing he felt there wasn't a finger, it was Tobias' rock hard dick. He felt it up against his hole. Tobias stroked Simon's butt cheek gently as he pushed forward, and with a wince and a stab of pain, Simon felt the head slip in. Tobias was very gentle though, slowly pushing bit by bit, until Simon felt his pubic hairs rubbing up against him and his balls against his legs. Tobias paused a while, and then he slowly started to fuck. Simon felt humiliated, but strangely enough, the warm dick inside actually started to feel OK. He grunted, a bit in pain, a bit in enjoyment at the sensation of the dick filling him inside. While Tobias thrusted in and out at times it felt even good.

Matthew watched from the bleachers as Tobias deflowered his little brother. The last bit of the high of the blowjob he received from Brad now quickly disappeared when he saw how Tobias was fucking his little brother, the innocent boy he was supposed to look after. He recalled his dad saying: "Don't worry, it'll be ok, just do as you're told. Look after your brother, take care of him." He was sure his dad didn't expect him to be watching Simon having his cherry taken.

Tobias pounded away in Simon's ass for more than 5 minutes, and he was moaning and grunting, and every now and then so was Simon. Suddenly Tobias' breathing quickened and with almost a roar, Tobias came in Simon, shooting his cum deep inside him. He collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. "Thanks Simon," he gasped, "that's one nice ass you have."

The boys on the bleachers cheered and applauded when Tobias let his softening dick slip out Simon's ass and turned to his audience and raised his hand in triumph.

In the tavern, the fathers again heard the cheering and tried to see whose son had been initiated as a bottom this time.

"It looks like Simon just has been made available," Robert said to Richard without enthusiasm. As a former bottom, he knew what was to come for Simon. His 12-year-old son Rhett has been on stage today, but ultimately didn't had enough votes, although it had been a close call. He felt sorry for Richard.

Other fathers tapped Richard supportively on the shoulder, and he let out a sigh in defeat and raised his empty beer glass to the bartender to fill, and said,

"This round is on me. To my boy!" A very loud and well meant "Cheers!!" and applause came up from the tavern, hard enough for the boys on stage to hear.

Simon laid there, confused. "That was it. My first fuck. Cherry taken."

He had just been fucked up the ass for the first time and it was clear it wouldn't be the last.

"Is it really going to be 24/7 of me being fucked?!" Simon wondered.

Andrew tapped Simon on his back and signaled him to stand up. He took Simon's left arm, raised it and declared to the crowd "Simon is our third bottom today!"

When Hugo was called to come forward he was angry, hurt. He still couldn't believe this was his fate. Andrew the called the 14-year-old Morgan Mackey to pop Hugo's cherry, and when Morgan bent Hugo over the table as the fourth bottom to be broken in, Hugo didn't react, he just let it happen. Although Morgan didn't have a big dick, all Hugo could think of was anger and revenge.

When Morgan gently entered him, Hugo let out a loud cry in pain, and Morgan quickly retracted his dick from the virgin ass. The boys on the bleachers grew silent.

"Did I hurt you? " he asked, a bit worried.

"No, I'm fine," Hugo snapped at him, "I just cried because you have no business roaming in my butt. I'm a boy and so are you. This ain't right."

Morgan looked puzzled and questioning at the assistant, who just nodded to proceed. Morgan then carefully placed his dick against the small opening and pushed slowly until he was in. This time Hugo made no comments, only let out a soft whimper when he was penetrated and Morgan started to fuck him with steady strokes. Though still angry, Hugo allowed the humiliating act to happen without further resistance. The jeers of the boys from the audience, the lewd encouragement, the whistling, it passed him like a white noise, and he tried not to feel the cock go back and forth in is butt

With a deep growl, Morgan came deep in his rectum and stayed there for a minute, and then let his softening dick slip out.

Then it was done. The fourth bottom has lost his virginity.

"Our last new bottom today is Brad Wilson, our first Community Bottom from the new settlers," Andrew announced. Brad had already witnessed four boys being fucked right before his eyes. He was scared. Although Leo and Alex seemingly weren't hurt, he'd seen the pain on Simon's face when 14-year-old Tobias opened Simon's ass, and the cry from Hugo when Morgan popped his cherry had made him shiver in fear.

Andrew sensed the boy's stress and put his hand on his shoulder. "Relax, Brad," he said softly, "no need to worry, you can do this."

Brad looked at him, not real convinced, but Andrew went on, "we've selected a boy to take your virginity who is really kind and careful. And he is quite small, too." Brad raised his eyebrows.

"Connor Mackey," Andrew whispered softly, "you OK with him?"

He knew Connor. Connor went last year through the Choosing when he just turned 12. Connor is a nice kid, indeed. He is friends with Simon, and always very kind, almost soft. Some boys in school even tried to bully him as gay, until the Mackeys united and hard-handedly stopped them. Yeah, Connor is OK. Brad nodded, and Andrew proceeded,

"The last one to have the honor to initiate a new bottom is Connor Mackey!"

With a loud applause, Connor stood up and climbed on the stage, with a shy but happy grin on his face. It was clear that Connor wasn't very much experienced at fucking boys. Because he went through the 1974 Choosing he had all the rights to enjoy the bottoms, but being small for his age he was shy. So far, he had always been too reluctant, scared even, to use a bottom, he was a bit ashamed of his body. He had only a small patch of pubic hair, and his dick was tiny compare4 with other boys his age. He always tried to be first or last to change in the locker rooms at PE, afraid of his classmates laughing at his little cock. Now here he was, asked to fuck a new bottom for the first time. He couldn't say no to that. He was still worried about the reactions from the other boys. When he would fuck the boy, he would have to lower his pants and get his dick in full view.

Connor could not linger for long. The assistant came with the jar of Vaseline and he quickly lowered his shorts and briefs. His small cock was already hard in anticipation. He didn't dare to look at the audience, scared of harsh remarks from boys ridiculing his dick. Much to his relief, there was no laughing, no jokes. Some good natured shouting and applause, boys talking, but nothing he had feared. He greased his dick and asked the assistant if he could lube Brad as well. The assistant nodded and he took a glob. With his left hand, he gently spread Brad's butt cheeks, and he pushed his greasy right hand in the warm crack, softly touching the little pucker. Brad inhaled deeply at the feeling of Connor's finger at his butt hole. He shuddered. This feeling was strangely new, but better than he expected. It even felt good.

Connor carefully opened Brad with one greasy finger first, and then slowly added another finger. Brad moaned softly.

"I'm going in, OK?" Connor asked, pulling his fingers out.

And with that he positioned him behind Brad and aimed his small dick at the little entrance before him. Brad tensed, waiting for the pain that would come when he will be penetrated for the first time. Suddenly he felt a warm body against his butt and heard Connor let out a deep sigh: "I'm in. God this is good. So warm and tight."

Brad had barely felt Connor's intrusion, and when the boy started to fuck him, it just felt funny, sort of. Connor fucked him very tenderly, almost lovingly. It was very different from the previous, more horny-boy fucks that were performed on stage today. Connor reached under Brad's body and gripped his dick.

"Mmm..." Brad let out when Connor slowly stroked him. He was getting hard. He was being fucked and masturbated at the same time. Wow. He hadn't expected this. Even in this humiliating situation, it felt good. Every time Connor pushed his boner back in, he felt a wonderful sensation deep inside him, a sensation he missed as soon as Conner pulled back, until he thrusted into him again.

The boys in the audience enjoyed the show. All morning they've been looking at the naked boys, even touching them, knowing that some of these will become available for them to give blowjobs or to fuck. They had witnessed the blowjobs and the fucking on stage, and most boys were horny, their hard-ons pushing against the front of their shorts. When the second and third new bottom boys were initiated, several boys on the bleachers were stroking their dicks openly through their pants, and one boy even had taken his dick out when he saw Hugo being plugged. Now, with the fifth new bottom being fucked and also being masturbated, several other boys couldn't stand it anymore after this days' events and took their cocks out as well.

When Connor felt his orgasm coming, he whispered in Brad's ears, "I'm cumming. Are you ready as well?"

"Mmm..." Brad moaned softly, "I'm ready. Please, don't stop."

Connor smiled and intensified his grip on Brad's dick. The boys came almost simultaneously, with a deep and loud groan. Brad was spraying his cum over the floor, and Connor squirted his cum deep in the tight ass. On the bleachers, even more boys had taken their dicks out, and masturbated openly and without shame in the midst of the other boys.

"Thanks Brad, that was very nice, hope you enjoyed it as well."

Surprised at the friendly words and still feeling a bit high from his orgasm, he replied, "yeah, it was good. Thanks for making me cum too, Connor."

"Well, that was quite a show," Andrew said after Connor dismounted Brad. "Good job Connor, you even got the audience in the right mood," he sniggered, looking at some fiercely wanking boys on the bleachers.

Still savoring his orgasm and blushing with concealed pride, Connor left the stage.

"We now will have Simon again here on stage this time to be initiated for the South Territories. He is already a Bottom for the North, but he needs to be properly fucked by a boy from the South Territories as well," Andrew announced and signaled for Simon to once again walk up the stage to be publicly fucked for the second time.

"May I ask Eric Mackey from the South Territories on stage please?" Andrew asked. "Eric will have the honor to break in Simon as Community Bottom, for the South Territories."

Simon's heart skipped a beat. "What, Eric? That couldn't be true !" he panicked when he realized that his boastful and sometimes even bullying first cousin, the youngest son of his uncle David, is going to fuck him right here in front of over 200 Mackeys. "I can't sink any lower than this, I'll never hear the end of it at family parties," he thought, and hung his head in defeat.

Some boys laughed and joked, "Ha-ha, Eric gets the sloppy second !"

14-year-old Eric eagerly climbed up the stage and dropped his shorts and briefs, his boner already anticipating the joy that will come. "Wow, this boy doesn't need encouragement !" Andrew joked, and the audience laughed while the eager, horny boy coated his dick in Vaseline.

"Can I do Simon on his back?" Eric asked. He was certainly no stranger to fucking Community Bottoms, and he had quickly learned that sex was much nicer when the pleasure was mutual, and with the Bottom boy on his back it was easier to please him, also for hitting the little sensitive spot.

"Sure," Andrew replied, "he's all yours now."

Simon got on his back and Eric told him to raise his legs so he could push his against the treasure hole he soon was to enter.

The audience liked the new position. It was not often that a new Bottom boy was initiated in this position. Usually the horny top boy assumed doggy position and hammered away in the Bottom's ass. But Eric wanted to enjoy this, and also he felt that Simon should know that there could be pleasure for him too. Besides, he thought it's always good to remind the audience that having the right to use Bottoms comes with the responsibility to take care of them as well.

Simon grasped when he felt the 14-year-old dick push against his hole and slowly entered. Eric was as big as Tobias was, maybe even a bit bigger, but he was more careful, and when he was completely in and the pain subsided, he started to fuck Simon with slow and long strokes. Each time Eric touched Simon's prostate, Simon whimpered from the unexpected new sensation, and after a few minutes, his dick started to harden.

"Oh no," Simon thought ashamed, "please no boner now." But the feeling Eric was giving him was too strong and the audience cheered when they saw that Simon's cock was now completely erect, and the first little drop of precum was leaking out.

Ashamed, Simon closed his eyes, and Eric smiled, grabbing the boy's boner and stroking it tenderly. Eric played with the hard dick, making Simon moan loudly, much to the enjoyment of the on looking crowd. After several minutes Eric felt Simon's muscle around his dick contract and he knew Simon was almost ready to shoot his cum.

"Simon," Eric whispered at a friendly tone, "I'm gonna shoot soon. You can cum too, we do it at the same time, OK? Just try to enjoy." Simon opened his eyes and nodded. He hadn't expected this from his bratty, sometimes even mean cousin. Well, he hadn't expected any of this, to be honest. But when he heard Eric starting to breath heavier and forcefully pushing his dick all the way in, he let go.

The audience cheered and stamped loudly and enthusiastically at the sight of the two boys reaching their orgasms on stage. The show Eric had performed with Simon, making him cum as well, had added to the horniness of the spectators, and when the boys who had their dick out to play along heard the groans of the two boys on stage, most of them went over the edge as well.

Enjoying their beers and the sun on the porch of the tavern, the dads and uncles looked up at the noise coming from the stage and smiled. "They are obviously having good fun, it's a great and enjoyable event today."

Richard stared at the stage, realizing that his son has been fucked for the second time. He knew it wouldn't be his last. From the distance he just couldn't see well enough to be sure, but he was shocked to see his brother David's youngest son standing naked behind Simon. "What the heck," he thought angrily, "close family to initiate a bottom? Something wrong is going on here."

"Well guys, all our new Community Bottoms are expertly initiated, ready for their tour of duty. Let's give them your best applause!"

After the noise faded, Andrew and the Board Rep wrapped up officially and the new Community Bottoms got their blue wristbands, the mark of their position in the Mackey community for the coming years.

The 5 new Bottoms started to get dressed and the stage was flooded with voters congratulating the boys. Many shook hands and gave them family-like hugs. The ceremony really did mean more than sex to these boys. It was a true Mackey turning point.

After the boys had put their clothes on and everyone had left the stage, Andrew, the Community Board Representative and the Choosing Committee took the chosen boys apart to make sure the new Bottoms were OK. They made the boys understand that the ceremony was an event that marked the boys' place in the community, which was a cherished tradition that exclaimed the continuation of the communal spirit that separated the Mackey from all other families that had settled generations before in Osage Valley.

Slowly everyone walked back to the tavern near the old Alan Mackey cabin where the fathers and uncles were waiting for the boys.

With so many boys happily chattering and roughhousing after the exciting event, it truly was like a 4th of July party. Loads of snacks and soda's for the boys, and more beer than could be considered appropriate for the fathers.

With Matthew and a very unhappy Simon at his side, Richard stood a little uncomfortable with a beer in his hand, watching the crowd, not knowing if he should participate in the fun and laughter.

Richard couldn't yet fully comprehend that Simon was chosen, and was only slowly accepting that Simon now really is a Community Bottom. He had reassured the depressed Simon that he will be OK, that the first week as a bottom would be difficult, but after that he would be fine. Now his son was chosen, he realized that the impact was bigger than he had anticipated.

"Come on boys, let's get some snacks," he tried to cheer up the two sad boys and moved to the table with the food. When he squeezed through the crowd, he saw 17-year-old Brian and his 16-year-old friend Gavin standing with their backs to him, talking with a couple of boys and their fathers. While he moved on to the food table with his back to them, he overheard Brian say in smug excitement "It's nice when a plan works out, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I call it justice," added Gavin triumphantly, "that newcomer now has to prove he's a Mackey, and even better that we managed to get that Simon from the Alan clan turned."

"What do you mean, '..we've managed..'?" one of the fathers asked, surprised.

"Well, uncle Ted, Dale Richter and Old Will Mackey said it would be good to push a little to get these two bottomed. I mean, these Alan clan guys always lookin' down their noses at us, never been chosen at the Choosing, and allowing just any newcomer in the Mackeyhood. Old Will was really pissed, but he'll be happy now."

"And you two actively pushed boys to vote for Simon and Brad?" another dad quavered, realizing that this should definitely not come to the attention of the Board, and certainly not Richard Alan Mackey.

"It's not against any rule to persuade a boy to vote for someone, is it?" Gavin replied a bit uncertain now.

"I'm not sure whether it's allowed or not, but they won't take manipulations and targeting lightly, that's for sure."

Shaking from upcoming anger Richard grabbed some food from the table and moved back to Simon and Matthew.

"Here you go boys, I need to have a chat with someone, I'll be right back. Go have some fun with the other boys." He gave the boys each a coke and a hotdog, and quickly turned away and disappeared in the crowd, leaving the bewildered boys behind.

Tom Schneider squeezed through the crowd to Simon and Matthew, asking Simon sympathetically, "You OK?". Simon shrugged and started to say something, but a sudden lump in his throat prevented him from saying anything. Tom sensed his best friend's misery and put his arm around Simon who barely could hold his tears.

"It'll be OK, Si, you'll manage. We'll be friends, no matter what."

Soon, many boys were flocking Simon and the other new Bottoms. All these boys wanting to make their first appointments overwhelmed them. For them it wasn't so much a party. More like a torment. Being fucked in public, with the assignment to be available for sex for the next 3 years wasn't much to celebrate. But at the same time, the way everyone was talking to them with respect and kind words, they realized they were accepted members and have an essential role in the community and they will survive. At least they have the Bottoms privileges after their tour of duty, and that will make their family happy and proud.

The four ex-bottoms, Curtis and Dustin Mackey, Josh Weiberg, and Chris Schneider mingled in the crowd, happily smiling, proudly showing their arms, now without their blue bracelets.

Dustin, chewing on a corndog, noticed Brad, standing almost lifeless next to his father staring blankly into the crowd, a coke in his hand without drinking.

"Hey, Brad," he began, "you OK?"

He held out his hand to Brad's father, "I'm Dustin Mackey, as of today a former Bottom, nice to meet you." A little bewildered, Brad's father shook the outstretched hand and Dustin continued, turning to Brad, "I can see that you're not happy, and I get that. I've been a bottom for three years until today, I know from experience what you're feeling right now." Brad looked up, not knowing what to say.

"Nobody wants to be a Community Bottom, man, I hated it when I was turned. But trust me, you'll survive. You can always come to me, or the other former bottoms for advice and help. You're not on your own Brad, this is our Mackey community, and as of today you're a full member of it." He smiled knowingly at Brad and whispered, "I saw how you took your first fuck from Connor. You secretly enjoyed it, didn't you? Well, trust me, if you learn to enjoy being fucked, this whole bottom thing is not gonna kill you. On the contrary: I've made some very good friends myself along the way." He chuckled at Brad's reddened face and ruffled his hair.

"He'll be fine," he said to Brad's dad and walked away.

Over an hour later, Andrew rang the bell at the tavern, and declared that they are closing now.

Now it was officially done. Five boys were chosen as Mackey Community Bottom. They got their blue bracelets to wear. They had been initiated, in public, on the stage in the Mackey Woods. At this same place, where over a hundred and twenty years earlier, young William Mackey, son of Charles Mackey, one of the founding fathers, became the first bottom of the Mackey Tribes from the West.

 

That night, in bed, Simon stared at the ceiling of his room. He still could not believe what had happened. He was a bottom. He had been fucked. Twice. In public. He had to serve a tour of duty for 4 years. He'll be 17 when it's done. His childhood is over.

Matthew heard his little brother softly crying. He understood. He could cry as well. He had seen his little brother parading on stage, naked, being felt up by horny boys. He witnessed his brother being fucked on the stage. And he knew, there will be loads of boys coming over to their room to have sex with Simon. For the next 4 years.

Matthew sighed and got up. He walked to Simon's bed and tenderly stroked his brother's hair. He didn't know what to say. He climbed in the bed and laid beside him, cuddled together. That's how they fell asleep.