Mackey Tales: The Lost Tribes of The West – Simon A. Mackey 7
This story is about sex between boys. It's a total fantasy. The usual warning yadayadayada applies. However, you've made it to Nifty/gay/young-friends, so you'd know by now and I won't repeat.
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This is my follow-up on the tales of the Mackey clan as created by Jonas Henley and skillfully extended by Charles Well, Sarge-AKA Aldric, Nick and Sam The Ham. Please have a look at the Introduction for reference.
I'm still amazed that so many of you enjoy my scribbles, and are inspired to come with ideas. Thanks, really appreciated.
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At the Mansion
Old Will had called Brian and Gavin to his cabin. He had been very upset with Richard yesterday, and he realized that he had to play this right. Richard clearly knew about his actions but just couldn't proof it, so he needed a plan to make sure that Mackeys won't speak up, and at the same time get some revenge for Richard's blunt accusations. And to punish these two morons who have completely fucked up an easy task.
He had already thought about it all night and he was sure he had found a way to humiliate Richard through his son, and how to make sure that he collected enough material to weaken the position and the prestige of the future clan leader. He also had come up with the idea that he could get blackmail opportunities if he got some boys crossing the line, violating Mackey rules. He knew of some obscure and long forgotten rules and traditions, and he definitely could get some leverage on fathers when their sons got in murky waters. He doubted that even Richard knew about these long forgotten rules, although Thomas Alan surely would remember. He smiled in himself thinking about the half-witted way one of the previous Boards had abandoned the old Indian Spring rules that were once imported here. He had seen the minutes of these Board meetings and even Dale Richter, a man much smarter on legal stuff than he was, had concluded that abolition of some rules was not in writing, thus they still existed today. He was determined to cash in on this.
"Boys," he began, "I've thought about the situation you've gotten yourselves in. If the Counsel hears about soliciting of votes, they will definitely retaliate, and most likely undo the choosing of Simon and even Brad. So we need to get some support for us without letting people know what it is all about."
He looked at the two boys who clearly had no clue and stared blankly ahead.
"What a dumbasses, these two," he thought, and went on,
"I think we need to make sure that at least here in the South Territory everyone will get to know and use Simon, and that he is plenty available. That way, he will be missed and nobody wants him to be released from his duties if this would come to pass. On top of that, we need to get a file with all his actions. If every boy in Mackey land at least once has been up his butt, that will weaken his position in the future, nobody wants an extensively used Bottom as a leader, and when he and his dad realize this, they will be cautious to strike out against us."
What Old Will didn't mention was that much of his scheme was about his blackmail abilities with a lot of Mackey men who made use of his dark and often illegal schemes in the past. He could make them keep their mouths shut about what they knew about the manipulation. The `understanding' he had with Thomas Alan was only one of the few that has not to do with trades on the wrong side of the law, so he needed to be careful here.
There was a brief silence.
"So, I want you two arrange that every boy will have a go at Simon, and that you keep records and have them signed off by these boys as a proof. I'll provide a list of eligible boys for you," Old Will concluded, leaving out the potential blackmail he was planning to set up for these boys.
Gavin and Brian were not sure about this. They understood the fucking part of it, but how it should work from there, they didn't have much of a clue. Thinking ahead wasn't their strong point. But even more so, they didn't trust Old Will in this too much either. They were shocked by how easily he let them down when they came to him with their problem the other day. On the other hand, Old Will was close kin, so he ultimately wouldn't get away with screwing them.
Brian and Gavin were taking this all in, and Gavin responded, "but what if it doesn't work? We are at risk of not getting our Mackey rights on land, housing and so on. You have it all already. You can't lose that, but we're still at risk. What's in it for us then?"
"Well, I'm sure you guys can manage it," he soothed, "but I get your point. What about a contract? You do your part of the deal, and in return I'll guarantee your financial security."
"How does that work? Brian asked.
"We make a written agreement. You promise to get Simon fucked by every boy that went through the Choosing, file that event for proof, and when you succeed, you'll share my wealth if the Counsel and ultimately the Board of the Trust kicks you out of the Mackey clan. 50% of my wealth for the two of you. Here, let me show you some proof of my assets." Old Will stood up, took some papers from his cabinet, and let the boys read them.
"Oh wow, you own plots near the Missouri River, that's a lot of value," Gavin said, impressed.
Old Will Mackey smiled. "These stupid boys will take it hook, line and sinker," he thought, and continued,
"What do you think about it? Shall I get a paper to seal the deal?"
Completely blinded by the prospect of eventually scoring the big inheritance, they nodded in agreement and an hour later they were outside, each with a copy of the deal signed by the three of them.
Old Will Mackey was content. He had set up a deal that they never could fulfil. They had to proof that every Mackey boy had used Simon's ass, which is near impossible given the age restrictions. But more importantly, he had carefully chosen the wording to make sure that there was nothing illegal pointing at him.
***
Thomas sat on the porch of the Mackey Family Mansion, overlooking the garden that ended at the pebble beach at the lakeshore, with its still, blue-gray waters. This was where he had spent so many happy summer days as a child, he and his friends, young boys running, playing ball, building tree huts, and diving into the lake. They'd hung a rope to the old oak tree less than a quarter mile further down to swing into the lake. But over the years, tourists and rich people surrounded the lake and the lower part of the River, and the local people usually left those alone and settled happily for the smaller, much more intimate hamlets up-stream.
He and his wife had been preparing the traditional visit of his children with their families. All his sons and his daughter came to stay a week with their kids during summer break, sometimes just one family at a time, sometimes two, and they'd had always the Labor Day weekend as a family together. The kids had a great time there, swimming, canoeing, and playing in the woods, with the kids from the nearby hamlet. They loved being away from their everyday surroundings, but still be on familiar territory, with all kinds of luxuries that they did not experience every day.
The family mansion was the ultimate annual getaway for Thomas Alan and his children and grandchildren. In a remote tip of the South Territories, hidden behind trees and bushes and only accessible from one side of the land, it was an idyllic place, quiet and secluded. It was a big house with 7 bedrooms with each their own bathroom attached, and it had a semi attached building for visitors next to it, complete with some additional bedrooms, bathrooms and a kitchen. At the side of the main building were a large 4-car garage and a boathouse at the shore.
It was kept private property by Colin Alan Mackey before the war and it is one of the valuable pieces of land that the Trust has not sold to the wealthy townspeople in recent years.
Many Mackeys have been indignant about these sales, and some still were. Where they had to follow all the rules, including the Choosing, had no opportunity to speculate with land and property, only to be able to lease a piece of land from the Trust, the chief of the Alan clan had sold pieces of land to non-Mackeys and kept a nice portion for himself.
Thomas Alan soon realized even when he was still quite young that his father had overplayed his hand with this, and he had always been careful about showing off their wealth, and talked about the family residence as little as possible. It was also the main reason why he and his son Richard lived in rather small, old farmhouses.
Back at their home, Matthew and Simon were preparing for the trip south, and though they were no longer the little kids from former times, a familiar and childishly joyful excitement seized them. Simon had enjoyed building his own room in the shed, with his friends, but now it was finished, or almost finished as there were still some things to do, he was glad he could stay for a week at the Mansion, away from the constant stream of visiting boys.
But for Simon, this year was going to be different from previous years, although he wouldn't realize it until the family gathered on the estate.
Unbeknownst to Simon, Old Will Mackey had provided a long list to Brian and Gavin, containing the names of all the eligible Mackeys, divided between North and South.
***
It was known to the Mackeys of the South Territories that Thomas Alan and his family used to spend the summer there every year, with Labor Day marking the end of the summer season. Thomas Alan hardly ever invited people over at the Mansion, careful not to stir up jealousy. Instead, he usually went quite to a local bar, ordered plenty of food to share and was very generous with beer, which was widely appreciated.
On the first day that Richard and his family had arrived at the place, soon boys were showing up at the gate. Although that in itself was actually not very unusual as it often happened that his grandchildren's friends came to visit, to play, swim and to peddle with the canoes on the lake, this year from the first moment on it was clear that this time these visitors were not coming just to swim.
"Say, Richard," Thomas Alan asked after he saw the fourth or fifth boy walk out of the bedroom where Simon was staying with a slightly flushed face, "I have to ask you something."
The two men went out and sat on the bench, the setting sun softly shining on their faces
"Did you also notice?" Thomas Alan began.
"What should I have noticed?"
"That a lot of boys are visiting here today."
"Oh that. Yes, I saw it. We had hoped that the number of visitors would be a little less here," Richard said resignedly. He had grown accustomed to the many boys who came for Simon every day, but he had hoped that it would be less here, if no visitors at all, as long as not too many knew they were staying here.
"You consider this normal? That many?" Thomas Alan asked surprised.
Thomas knew that there was always one Bottom more popular than the other, that always has been the case, and in the early weeks, especially during school holidays when the boys had little to do, some Bottoms would have little or no spare time. But he had never quite realized that it could be so much.
"Yes," said Richard thoughtfully, "there are many visitors each day. Four, five, sometimes even six, but not every day. But here, I don't know, I've counted 6 boys since we got here this morning. It is very much, yes."
He was silent for a minute and continued,
"Which also surprises me, how do all those boys know that Simon is here? I mean, he's arrived only later this morning, and hasn't actually left the premises. Somehow, it must have been revealed that he's here. They can't see his blue wristband from that distance."
"I think we should send the next visitor away. Seven times sex in a day, that's not good."
"I would like to, but remember, there are no restrictions for boys who want to use a Bottom, and above all, if we get involved, you can be sure that everyone will have an opinion: the rules apply to everyone except the bosses, and that won't go down well. I agree with you. It's extraordinary."
"But for today it is enough. I'll tell the next one that Simon is already asleep," said Thomas in a tone that tolerated no contradiction, "I'll close the gate."
***
Brian and Gavin looked at the long list they got from Old Will. When they agreed with the plan, it all seemed so easy, just get every boy to fuck Simon, make a record of that and then it's done. But now they started to realize that it's not that easy. How do they get all these boys willing to do that? They already had met some boys who had been through the Choosing and are eligible to fuck a Community Bottom, but are not that much into boy on boy sex. At least not on request. And they realized that they didn't know every Mackey boy, on top of that, the list Old Will gave them the impression that it might not be complete.
"Look at this," Brian pointed at a name on the list, "is he a Mackey?"
Gavin looked, but he wasn't sure either. They spelled the list and they found another boy's name who they doubted to be a Mackey.
"And where is Larry Hamilton, I don't see him on the list, and I know for sure that he's a Mackey. He was in last year's Choosing so he is allowed to fuck Simon, he is within the age restriction."
"Hmmm, I think we should check with Old Will. Let's see him."
When they told Old Will about names missing and the possibility of non Mackeys on the list he had his answer ready. The cunning man had knowingly tried to keep the list incomplete and incorrect, but he had prepared some lame excuse about "forgetting" and "oh yeah, sorry, he has a non-Mackey dad, like Larry" to hide his intend. Hey added the only names Gavin and Brian missed, but Old Will knew there were still two or three boys not on that list, and that will be more after a couple of months, once the first age restriction for Simon will be lifted, and even more after his 14th birthday.
"But what about Dave Thompson?"
"Well, he is an extra boy on the list. His dad desperately wants to become a Mackey, as does the boy. This could be a nice opportunity for him. I'll explain, but you need to keep this a secret for everybody. As I told you, there are still some rules that almost nobody knows of anymore these days, but they still are valid. We can use these rules to trick a family we have to settle an argument with. You interested?" he whispered in a conspiratorial tone. He waited to see if the two were interested and continued when they nodded.
"This boy's dad came to live here about two years ago. Nobody knows why exactly. And even more suspicious is that he almost immediately got some Mackey property rights, without even being a Mackey or having the slightest relation to any Mackey or this area. That ain't right, is it? "
The two boys nodded, and felt some anger rising about this injustice.
"The point is," continued Old Will, "we cannot just get rid of this family, but we can make at least the boy a true Mackey."
"How?"
"That's easy. That's why he is on the list. You know what will happen if a non Mackey fucks a Mackey, don't you?"
"Ehm, well, not really," Gavin said hesitatingly. He only knew that it was not allowed, but there is no punishment. It never happened; non-Mackeys were kept on a distance, especially when it comes to sex.
"It's one of the old rules from our Indian Spring cousins that once were introduced here. Everyone believes that this rule is abolished, but that's not the case. It still is in effect."
"What is that rule exactly?"
"If a boy, either a non-Mackey or a boy that hasn't gone through a Choosing, fucks a Mackey boy who has, that trespassing boy will become a Mackey and will be turned. Even better, according the old rules, the first Mackey who fucks this boy and plants his seed into his ass, will own him."
"Own him? Like as a slave or something?
"Well, not a slave for work, but yeah, maybe a sex slave. His owner has exclusive rights to his ass and mouth, and decides who else can use that bottom."
"Oh wow, that's special."
"Yep, it is. You only need to get this boy fuck Simon, and then the Counsel should get to know about it and this boy is done for. And it will even have some repercussion for his dad as well. So, what do you think about it?"
"We can try, I think. Even if we don't go as far as turning that boy, it's just an extra opportunity to humiliate Simon. So why not?" They looked at each other and smiled. They loved every plan to bully a boy and this was a perfect one.
"But how do we get him to fuck Simon? What if he doesn't want to? He's a non Mackey, so he is not used to fucking boys, I guess."
"That's easy. You tell him that he is kind of a Mackey, but not completely. Tell him that he will become a Mackey once he fucked a Mackey Bottom. Which is true, but in a way he'll not expect and we're only gonna tell him afterwards. Just tell him that this is a rule the Mackey didn't tell his dad because they wanted to keep him out. Make him jealous. Let him call me for reference and I'll tell him. I'm sure when his dad hears about this, he will send his boy to fuck Simon the very next day."
***
"Matt, I'd like to make a trip with the canoe over the lake today, care to join?" Simon asked, determined to get away from the Mansion for a couple of hours.
He definitely needed a break from all these boys visiting him and asking for his service. For some reason, all the visiting boys wanted to fuck, no boy settled for sucking. That must be a South Territory thing, Simon mused, but it's getting too much now. Besides, the weather is fine, so why stay here when you could have fun on the lake?
"No, sorry, I've made an appointment with a friend here, I'm going over to him in half an hour or so," Matt answered.
A little disappointed Simon shrugged his shoulders but went into the house to get some stuff for a trip in the canoe.
"Dad, I'm taking the canoe for a trip on the lake, okay?
"Sure son, that's fine with me. Make sure you'll be back in time for dinner. We get some old friends over, and we're having dinner together."
"And take some sun lotion with you," Simon's mom chimed in, "it's sunny and you don't want to get sunburn."
"Where are you going?" his dad asked.
"I know a spot, right across the lake from here, there is an old deserted cabin up the hill in the woods. It's a nice walk to get there and I can stay for a while. I've been there with Matt last year." Simon replied.
"Old Meisner's cabin ? Well, have fun."
"Thanks," Simon said and he went to the boathouse to get the canoe.
While the took the canoe off the rack, he heard boys talking, and when he looked back at the mansion he saw two boys speaking with his mom, who pointed at him.
"Shit," said Simon, realizing that these boys came for one purpose only.
"I can run off before they get here," Simon considered, but shook his head. He'd love to run away from his duties, but a misplaced sense of responsibility took over.
"No, I can't," he said to himself, "they have already seen me, and they will realize that I just tried to sneak away, and if they complain. I'll be in trouble."
With a sigh, he dropped his backpack, and went back to the house.
"Hey," he started, "what's up?"
The boys looked at him with a big smile on their face, and pointed at Simon's blue bracelet.
"We saw your choosing as Community Bottom for North and South," one of the boys stated, "and we heard you're in South for a change, so we thought we take the opportunity."
"Well, okay," Simon said without enthusiasm, "what did you have in mind? We can go to the shore and I'll treat you with a good blowjob."
They looked at each other. At this time in the morning, a good sucking would be fine, but they remembered what Brian had said: "every South boy has to fuck Simon, preferably now when he is at the family Mansion, before he will return back to North."
"We were thinking more about a nice fuck, to be honest."
"Or first you suck us, and then we take turns at your ass," the other boy added
This was not what Simon had in mind. "Oh my god, first a blowjob and then fucking, that's not good, that'll make them last longer in my ass," he thought, and hastily replied to avoid having to do both,
"Ehm, okay, let's do a fuck then, Come follow me inside, to my room."
At first, Simon wondered why they had come in the first place. It took a while to get them ready, their dicks at first didn't seem to be looking forward to a nice sexual encounter, but they got there eventually. He did his best to make them enjoy themselves, but it was more hard work than a pleasure ride, really. Simon was glad when it was over after the second boy had shot his load in his ass. They quickly cleaned up and got dressed.
"You guys enjoyed it?" Simon asked with a bit of sarcasm in his voice, "you do this often, with Bottoms?"
"Well, yeah, I've done it before a couple of times. Not very often though, but yeah. I usually go to Roy Mackey, he's in my class. After I had been to my Choosing, I used to go to Chris Schneider a lot. He's older, and a bit of a bully sometimes, so it's great to fuck him, to show him who's the top." He said with a mean grin on his face, "I even fucked him on his last day, the evening before this year's Choosing."
Simon nodded understandingly. Chris indeed was a bit of a bully sometimes, but luckily he didn't have to do too much with him.
"You were preparing for a trip with the canoe when we came, right?" one boy asked.
"Yep."
"Going any place special?"
"Not sure yet," Simon said hesitantly, "maybe going to cross the lake, to an old cabin on the hill."
"Ah, the old Meisner cabin?"
"Yep."
"That's cool. I've been there a lot. Well have fun. And thanks for the service !"
Simon let the boys out, and when they reached the gate, out of reach for Simon to hear, one boy said,
"Good to know where he's is going today. I guess that's some information we could sell to Brian. He'll be more than interested."
Simon quickly wrote the two names in his little notebook, and got back to the boathouse and picked up where he left.
Paddling on the lake was fun. He took his time, enjoying the sun, trying to forget the amazingly bad performance of these boys this morning. If they weren't in the mood, why would they come anyway? Or not settled for a good sucking instead?
He paddled up the long lake and although there was little wind, he had to make some effort to cross the lake. Apparently, there is always more wind at the middle of a lake than near the shore.
The constant paddling caused cramps in his arms. The muscles in his legs became sore from the sitting on one positon for a long time. Although the scenery was brilliant, he focused on moving ahead. The water was deep and blue and the sunbeams reflected on the little waves, making it look like there were diamonds everywhere.
He finally reached his destination, a small inlet were trees cluster on the side of the lake, their long line of green only broken by huge boulders. There was a shady pebble beach with a low spot that allowed a single canoe to beach itself. Simon dragged the canoe further on land, and dropped next to it on the beach, and rested there for about 15 minutes before walking up the hill, to the cabin.
When he reached the shabby old cabin, he sat down with his back against the wall facing south, enjoying the sun. He took of his t-shirt, and put some sun lotion on. In the warm sun, after the workout on the lake, he dozed off.
It must have been half an hour, or maybe even one hour when he woke up to voices. He looked up, a hand shielding his eyes in the bright sunlight, and he saw five boys coming up towards the cabin.
"There he is," he heard one of the boys shouting.
Simon recognized some of the boys. He knew Jeff Mackey, Andy Richter and Jamie Mackey. Not close friends or anything. They were just from his year in school. There was also Derek Franklin, one year above him, but one boy he didn't know. He looked familiar, maybe he had seen him once or twice, but could not place him.
"Hey guys," Simon greeted them.
"Hi man, good to see you," Derek Franklin said. Derek was almost 6 months older than Simon and one grade above him. He was a typical farm boy. He never said much, but when he did it was usually rude, and he never made any effort to hide his peasant origins. He noticed Simon looking inquisitively at the new boy, and said,
"This is Dave Thompson. He is from our neighborhood. Same grade in school as me."
"Oh, hi Dave, nice to meet ya. What brings you guys up here?" Simon asked.
"Well, just exploring, ain't got nothin' to do anyways." Derek answered, "but it's a happy coincidence seeing you here."
"How so?" Simon asked.
Derek laughed and without answering, he just pointed at Simon's blue bracelet, and looked to the other boys. "I think we can get lucky today, guys."
Simon's heart skipped a beat. This couldn't be true. But he knew, he was done for.
"Oh guys, no, please," he pleaded, "I know what you want, but please, I've already some guys up my butt this morning, could we skip this time?"
"I don't think so," Andy Richter answered, "we've come up here all the way, and not fuck you? No way."
"Wait, you came here for this purpose?" Simon blurted out, stunned at the revelation.
Derek gave Andy an angry look and Andy suddenly realized he had slipped up, and tried to recover,
"Ehm, no... we came all the way up, and it's just a coincidence. But now you're here, we're not skipping the opportunity."
The five boys moved up to Simon and surrounded him, leaving him no space to run away, even though he had no intention.
"I guess you'd better drop your shorts," Derek ordered, and turned to the other boys, "who'll be first?"
Stunned, Simon lowered his trousers, and got on his hands and knees as if out of habit.
"Good boy," Jamie teased, "you're a pro !"
Out of the corner of his eye, Simon saw Jamie step towards him, opening his fly, and taking his dick out. He stood in front of him, his cock right in Simon's face, fully hard. A small drop of pre-cum glistened in the slit of his bobbing glans. Simon thought he was going to make him suck it, but instead Jamie tapped Simon's cheek and moved behind him.
"Wait," Simon shouted when he felt the soft, warm dickhead pressing against his hole, "we need some lubrication first."
"No, I'm good. I got some precum already, that'll do the trick, and without waiting for Simon's reply he pushed forward and invade Simon who cried out in sudden pain.
With tears in his eyes from the sudden invasion of his ass, he looked pleading at Derek in front of him, but he just laughed and started to stroke his growing dick through his shorts.
Andy and Jeff quickly closed in on either side of Simon, opening their shorts so that both of their stiff dicks were right in Simon's face. With hungry, grinning expressions, they each wrapped a fist around their cocks and began to slowly stroke themselves. Simon saw them glance briefly at each other, exchanging a look that told him that they'd just had the same idea. Almost in unison, each of them pushed their dick in Simon's mouth, making him back down a bit, being further impaled on Jamie's rock-hard cock.
Simon's world went black and he struggled to breathe. Jamie's shaft slid in and out of his ass, and the two dicks fought for space in his mouth, choking him even more than before.
Jamie moved his hands to Simon's hips and he lifted Simon's ass slightly, which had the effect of pressing his cock against a new spot deeper inside him. The sudden pressure sent another shockwave of intense tingling through him. With Simon on his hands and knees, his round butt up in the air, Jamie was free to thrust into Simon even faster. He started pounding him really hard. Simon tried to tense up to withstand this new onslaught, but he was too exhausted. He could only stay there, as his hole was stretched out even more by this relentless pummeling, until Jamie shot his load in him with a big groan.
"I'll be the sloppy second," Jeff joked and moved to Simon's back to take over Jamie's position and dipped his dick in Simon's now well coated ass.
Dimly Simon realized that someone was holding his ankles and was shifting his legs slowly apart. Spreading his thighs open allowed Jeff's cock to plow into him even deeper, though strangely it didn't really hurt anymore. Simon couldn't believe how much punishment he was taking. Fortunately, it didn't take long for Jeff to reach his orgasm and with a deep grunt he unloaded in Simon's rectum, adding his cum to Jamie's.
"Shall I go, or would you like to go first?" Andy asked Dave.
Dave hesitated. He'd never expected this when he decided to join them on the hike to the cabin.
He didn't know what to think when this Gavin guy showed up this morning while he was hanging with his school buddies and told them that a boy named Simon would be available as Bottom at the old Meisner cabin.
When his schoolmate Derek had explained him about the Mackey Bottom system, he was surprised and a bit shocked at first. He had moved here not long ago and had no clue about these Mackey traditions. He was still an outsider, kept away from the clan. But when Gavin had suggested him to join his friends in visiting one of the Mackey Bottoms, he was interested of course. Who doesn't want a fuck, even if it's a boy?
Derek even had told him that this was the opportunity for him to become a true Mackey. He didn't believe that at first, but when Gavin confirmed that you'll become a Mackey automatically once you fuck a Mackey boy and plant your cum in his ass, he felt like it. He knew his dad would be okay with that, assuming that taking part in the Mackey traditions and to become one, will be good for him and his family as well.
So, initially he thought it might be a good opportunity. He'd never fucked someone, and the idea had made him instantly horny. But now, here at the cabin, looking at how brutally that boy was being treated, he started to have second thoughts. The very sight of a boy having a dick in his ass was exiting, absolutely, but he didn't like it that they did it that roughly.
"No, you go first," he said, still considering to not taking part in this.
Andy was considerably gentler with Simon than the previous two boys were. He had looked a bit worried at the fierce pounding by Jamie and Jeff and he felt sorry for Simon. He had used Bottoms before, but always in private, taking time to enjoy it. He wasn't really looking forward to fucking a boy in public and he tried to be as careful as he could, but nevertheless it was not a tender sex act. And it didn't take long either, it was just a quick fuck, almost like a hasty hand job in the school restrooms between classes. When he was done, he tapped Simon's butt and whispered "thank you."
"Your turn now," Derek said and shoved Dave towards Simon. "This is your chance to become a true Mackey."
Dave opened his shorts and lowered them, together with his briefs. He kneeled behind Simon and pushed his hard dick against the moist, open hole before him.
"Wait, what?" Simon thought, surprised, "he's not a Mackey? He can't just do this if he's no Mackey, can he?"
But before Simon could utter a protest, Dave sunk his cock slowly into Simons hole.
"Oh wow," Dave sighed with delight when he felt the warm canal squeezing his dick, "man, this feels good."
He had never fucked someone, but from looking at the boys working Simon's ass, and sheer instinct, he knew how to do it and started the familiar in and out movements. He really enjoyed the heavenly feeling on his cock, the warm flesh of Simon's buns against his pelvic area. The soft moans from the boy below him made him even hornier.
The other boys looked on as Dave enjoyed his first ride in a boy's ass and smiled. Jeff, Andy and Jamie just looked at the voluptuous scene, still feeling a little post-orgasmic bliss, but Derek smiled devilish, knowing that Dave's fate was sealed now he had his dick deep in Simon. The only thing needed to have him made a Mackey, was having him shoot his seed into the Community Bottom. And he knew that Dave will not only become a Mackey, but he also will be turned for using a Mackey Bottom without being a Mackey himself. At least that was what Gavin had whispered to him secretively this morning.
Dave didn't last long: the new sensation of the intense warm feeling on his dick, the little squeezes of the sphincter trying to get a grip at his cock was too much for him, and although he wanted to last much longer to enjoy this terrific feeling, he finally gave in and unloaded into Simon's ass.
"Look, his cum is dripping out," Derek confirmed the boy's deposit in Simon's rectum when Dave retreated, "Dave is a true Mackey now !"
Dave smiled sheepishly, not knowing whether to be proud at his achievement or ashamed for being watched by four school buddies while he fucked a boy.
After Dave had moved away from Simon, Derek stepped forward.
"Now you're really gonna howl," Simon heard Derek boasting as he moved behind him and spread his legs.
Simon felt Derek's soft, warm cockhead press on the spot under his balls and then slide up between his moist butt cheeks. He knew what Derek was up to. Helplessly, he felt the tip of Derek's swollen member, lubricated with Dave's cum that was still dripping from his hole, start to press at his anal muscle, where it waited a moment before Derek pushed it in with one thrust, all the way until his pubic bush rested against Simon's butt.
Luckily for Simon, he was already pretty much stretched open by the four boys, otherwise he would have screamed in pain. Now it was more a dull feeling of pressure in his very sloppy ass.
"No, I'm not `gonna howl' as Derek said," Simon pondered, "this dick seems to be even smaller than Dave's."
Nevertheless, it filled him up very well and he had to gasp for a breath a few times while Derek pounded him.
Simon took it without complaint, all 10 minutes of pounding, but he was relieved when he finally felt some warm spurts of cum deep in his ass. He knew it was over.
After the five boys had cleaned up and had dressed again, they almost immediately left, clearly knowing that what they did may be not illegal from Mackey rule standpoint, but it was also not what would be considered normal or even acceptable.
Andy thanked Simon again, as did Dave, but the others just left, leaving Simon still in the same position at the spot where he had been fucked, cum leaking from his intensively used butt.
On his knees, Simon watched as the boys walked away, and when Andy, the last boy that left, looked back at Simon, their eyes met. Andy walked on a few steps more, but when the other boys disappeared around a bend, downhill into the woods, he stopped, turned, and hesitated a second before he walked back to Simon.
Simon saw Andy return and was alerted.
"Oh no not again," he thought, and when Andy was next to him, he asked worriedly, "you've fucked me already, are you going to do it again?"
"No, don't worry. I came back for a question: how many fucks did you have today?" he asked empathetically, kneeling down and stroked Simon's nice warm buns.
"Today already seven boys put their semen in my butt, two even before noon, and the five of you here."
"And how about you? Did you came?"
"Nope."
"Would you like to?" he asked, while he gently pushed Simon back forward, and he tenderly let his hand wander down Simon's soft buttocks, down to his balls hanging between his legs, vulnerably exposed and caressed them.
Simon was surprised, "What a question, yes off course."
"Okay, get on your back and relax."
Andy started playing with Simon's dick, caressing his balls, leaving Simon bewildered at the sudden turn of events.
"Why are you doing this?"
"I feel bad about it, what we did. I mean, using a Community Bottom isn't the issue, you know, but it's the harsh way we did it. And the five of us taking turns at you."
"Why did you do it then? You could not have done that." Simon grumbled, glad with Andy's honesty, but angry about the boy's indifference about a public fuck.
"I cannot say why, so don't ask, but from now on I'll stay away from these guys."
"Who? Which guys?"
"As I said, I cannot say, so please don't ask, I'm on your side now."
Simon was confused. He didn't understand. He'd asked a simple question: why did he fuck him, but the answer was confusing, as if hinting at something shady, something Andy knew about but wouldn't disclose.
He wanted to get up, but Andy started to stroke him with both his hands, over his belly, under his balls, taking his dick in one hand and slowly masturbating him. He felt his resistance fleeing and he relaxed. This felt good. So far, it has only happened once before that the sexual fun was reciprocal. Simon closed his eyes and enjoyed the soft stroking hands over his belly, his thighs, the fingers playing with his pubic hairs and the little balls hanging between his legs.
"Oh man, this is nice," he gasped.
Andy smiled. He had quite a few sessions with other Bottoms, and especially Colton had been fun. He really loved to fuck that boy. From him he learned that sex was even better if two enjoyed it. He was no queer, but he nevertheless liked the feeling of a warm cock, he enjoyed the horny groans of a boy near orgasm, even the wetness of the boy's seed when it squirted over his hands. He spat a good load of saliva in his hand and very softly stroked it over Simons dick head, at the same time tickling him under his balls, playing with them, making the boy squirm in pleasure.
"Ohh, I'm cumming," Simon warned, bucking his hips and dick up, fucking Andy's hand.
Then, with a deep grunt, it was over. Simon shot his load in several spurts over his belly, up to his chest, close to his chin, dripping on Andy's hand.
"Thanks Andy," Simon softly said after he regained his breath.
"My pleasure," Andy replied with a naughty grin while he cleaned his hand with Simon's t-shirt.
The boys sat a while before Simon started get dressed, wiping his cum from his chest with his already wet t-shirt.
"Can I ask you a question?" Simon began.
"Sure."
That Dave guy, who is he? I mean, is he even a Mackey?"
"Dave is a newcomer here in the South, he lives in our neighborhood. No he isn't a Mackey. That is to say, he wasn't. Until he fucked you and came in your ass."
"But that's not allowed ! How could this even happen? Why was he with you guys?"
Andy looked guiltily at his feet,
"Like I said, I cannot say why, so don't ask, but from now on I'll stay away from these guys."
"I don't think my dad would approve when hears about this," Simon said, "I think he will take this to the Board."
Andy looked up concerned. "He's the boss of the Board, isn't he?"
Simon nodded.
"That will be bad news for Dave, I guess. But are you going to tell him about me and the others as well?" he asked worried.
"Dunno yet. If my dad was here right now, I'd tell instantly. I feel abused, and my butt is sore now. I'm going back."
The two boys walked back down the hill to where the path split and Simon had to turn left to the lakeshore.
"Simon, I feel guilty about what we did, I'm sorry."
"It's okay. You're honest about it and you made up for it, and frankly, I enjoyed that part. You're one of the very few that ever did that to return a favor after a session in my butt. And you did it really good. You must have some experience, I guess. I wouldn't turn down a next time."
Andy grinned sheepishly, they said goodbye, and they went home.
Simon was just in time back at the mansion for dinner with the friends his parent had invited. It was nice, but he hadn't much to talk about with them, so he sat silent the bigger part of the evening, mostly answering questions and tried not to think too much about this afternoon's event.
Once the visitors had gone, and he sat with his dad on the porch looking over the dark water reflecting the little lights from home across the lake, Simon finally found the courage to bring up what was on his mind ever since his trip to the Meisner cabin.
"Dad?"
Richard looked at his son.
"Dad," Simon began cautiously, "I have a question about Mackey rules."
Well, okay, shoot."
"All Mackeys know about Community Bottoms, who they are, but also from wearing this blue wristband. But as a Bottom, I don't always know if someone is a Mackey."
Richard looked at his son questioningly. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, a boy can be born here, even has `Mackey' as his surname, but if he hasn't gone through a Choosing, he's no Mackey. How am I to know who is and who isn't?"
"Well, we have this register where all Mackeys are registered. But as far as I know, there are no boys born in one of the Mackey clans who didn't go through a Choosing. Only those younger than twelve, or thirteen. But you can always ask, and we look it up."
"Yeah, ehm, okay, but what if some boy shows up and I have doubts, and there is no time for looking it up first."
"Oh yes you have time. You always can refuse if there is serious doubt. That boy just has to wait. But as I said, to my knowledge there are no such boys."
"I think it can happen that a non-Mackey pretends to be one," Simon countered.
Richard looked at his son. Something in Simons voice signaled worry. Was it the question itself, or a little tremble in his voice?
"Hmmm," he grumbled, "that would be a serious issue. In the first place it would be remarkable if a non-Mackey would ask a Bottom. He is not supposed to know we have our traditions. But if it would be the case, then you always should check the register if you have doubts."
Simon looked down, already sensing that his dad by now must have his suspicions about why he'd asked, what could have happened.
"What happened, Si?"
Tears filled his eyes. "I had a boy using me. At the shabby cabin," he sniffed.
"And?"
"I think one of them wasn't a Mackey."
"One of them?" Richard asked, "you mean, there were more?"
"Five."
"Five? Five non-Mackeys?" Richard roared.
"No, four of them are Mackeys. I know them from school. Only one isn't."
"Tell me what happened `cause I don't get it."
Simon explained, fighting his tears.
"So, you've been fucked five times in a row, and all but you knew that one of these boys wasn't a Mackey," Richard concluded, bewildered.
Simon nodded, "Yes, and one said that this will become a Mackey as soon as he put his...well ehm...in me, and load his ... you know... shoot his...ehm.. in me."
"You mean fuck you and shoot his cum in your ass?" Richard bluntly completed Simon's words.
Simon nodded. A tear fell down his cheek.
Richard was flabbergasted. Indeed, he remembered the old rules about becoming a Mackey by fucking a Mackey boy, and also rules about being the first in a boy's ass. He vaguely remembered his father telling him that although these rules were no longer enforced, they somehow were strictly officially still in place today.
"Did these boys mention these rules?"
"Yes sir."
"Who are these boys? I want to know who that non-Mackey boy is, and the others as well as they play with abandoned rules. This is disturbing."
"What are you gonna do when you know their names? " Simon asked concerned.
"I will question them, and if found guilty of abusing the rules, they will face severe punishment." he said sternly. "Who are these boys?"
Simon looked down. He definitely felt abused, but he also feared his dad would take steps that will backfire at him. Snitching is something not taken lightly in Mackey Land.
"I'd rather not tell, "he whispered.
"I think you should. Look Si, I can understand that you don't want to snitch on somebody, but this is serious, not just boy's play. So, tell me."
"Please Dad, please, don't make me tell."
Richard looked at his son admiringly. In situations of abuse and foul play, it is stupid to keep your mouth shut, but he appreciated that Simon took the informal Mackey rules that seriously. He decided to let it rest for now. He already had an idea how to find out who these boys were. Knowing Simon's meticulous record keeping, it would take little effort to find out.