Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2017 00:18:54 +0000
From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dionysius chapter 15

				 DIONYSIUS
				    By
		   Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin


Copyright 2017


DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction.  Any similarities to any persons, living
or dead, are purely coincidental.  This story involves consensual sexual
activity between college students, both male and female, including bareback
sex, group sex and bisexual activity.  This story also has drug and alcohol
use.  If this is not your cup of tea, don't read it.  If it is, enjoy.


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					FIFTEEN

	The last big event of Fall was a show by the alternative country
band, Drive By Truckers.  It was put on by a club downtown called the Abyss
in association with DIO Productions, which is the legal entity that is
Dionysus.  Dues money went into the DIO account and it owned the house.
Cass wasn't sure exactly how it worked but he did know that DIO actually
owned the Abyss.  Over the years, Dionysus had collected more money than it
actually spent and a decade ago used a good portion of the money to open a
dance club.  It was actually managed by a former member and had been very
profitable and contributed a nice chunk of their operating funds.  A couple
of years ago, they had repeated the same thing by opening Harry's, which is
a dive bar.  Both of them were popular student bars.  It was further
evidence of the degree to which Dionysus governed the social life of
campus.  Even the real fraternities tended to schedule their events around
the Dionysus schedule.  Of course, it wasn't like they explicitly knew what
the schedule was since Dionysus didn't put out a newsletter or anything.
Rather, they had a member or two in each fraternity and they steered the
social calendar in whatever way Dionysus wanted.

	By now, Cass was becoming used to people suspecting that he was a
member.  He knew that people talked.  What did surprise him was how
accurate the rumor mill was.  As far as he could tell, their secret wasn't
that secret.  He knew he shouldn't expect differently. The Dub is a small
school, not even 5000 undergraduates, and everybody seems to know everybody
else's business just like a small town.  It did give him a certain social
cachet, though.  People wanted to be his friends because they wanted
invitations to the private parties or wanted access to what they imagined
was the highest quality, nastiest sex and good drugs.

	The concert was designed to be a money maker for Dionysus.  The
cover was steep, 20 bucks, and that went to the band.  They were making
their money on the drinks.  Cass couldn't prove it but he also suspected
that they were making money on the drugs too.  He did know that Alex was
the official drug dealer for the membership and didn't sell anything to
nonmembers or "barbarians", as they were called.  He didn't know if Alex
was taking a cut for his trouble or not.  Nobody seemed to care if he was,
though.  The marijuana was extremely high quality and the price was right,
below market.  They had easy access to a wide variety of other drugs if
they wanted.  But the suspicious part of it was that the same pot that they
got and the same E also circulated campus but at a higher price.  His guess
was that Alex was the conduit for a drug operation that supplied campus and
he had made his money there, and offered drugs to the members at nearly
cost as a side light.

	The only question Cass had was why.  He remembered the rumors from
back at Galloway that Alex's father was on the run for major league drug
trafficking.  People would try and hit Alex up for pot but he never sold
any that Cass ever knew, even though he never seemed to lack for pot
himself.  It wasn't like he needed the money.  His family, his grandfather
at least, was filthy rich.  Beyond being Atlanta's best tax lawyer, Henry
Stafford had made buckets of money in Atlanta real estate.  He was very
well connected and used those connections for his own profit.  Besides
being a one time state Republican Party Chairman, he was hunting buddies
with the Governor and both Senators.  He had given 10 million to the Dub
and had the library named for him.  While Alex didn't seem to be living the
high life, he didn't seem to be hurting for money either.

	He went with Audrey, who had been initiated last year, and Alex and
Dylan.  He knew that Alex had been with Audrey, even beyond the usual
initiation weekend fuck session, but it didn't bother him.  All the
Dionysus girls had a history, just like the boys.  Who they fucked last and
who they fucked next wasn't as important to him as getting laid now.
Audrey was a good girl to hang with, less wild than Nicole but plenty
sexual.  As a party favor, they all swallowed bombs of molly, which is
crystalline E wrapped in rolling papers.  Even Dylan did it.  Since he had
all ready done A, E wasn't as big a deal.

	The show was good, even though Dylan was more into the band than he
was.  Cass had to wait until the encore for the only song of theirs that we
really liked, Goddamn Lonely Love.  He didn't have sex with Audrey that
night, the E made him limp dicked and more inclined to cuddle anyway.  They
did do it on Dead Day, the day before Finals.

	Finals went reasonably well, he thought.  Still, he was dreading
having to leave school even for just the 17 days between semesters.  Other
people got homesick, Dylan suffered particularly, but he didn't.  He could
have gone home anytime he wanted since he lived less than 90 miles away but
didn't.  For 2 ½ weeks, he was stuck back with his crazy mother in a
house he thought he had escaped from.  When he got home, she was at the low
point of her bipolar cycle, depressed and leaden with inactivity.  For
millionth time, he castigated her for not taking her meds but knew he was
wasting his time.  She enjoyed the mania too much to even out her moods and
this was the price she paid.

	Needing to get out of the house, he decided to go to a party –
Galloway's lacrosse team's Christmas Party.  The party itself was a pretty
staid affair, hosted by the coach, but the after party tended to get wild
when the boys were on their own.  Cass had hosted the after party last
year, his mother in full on mania but that had been a disaster when she had
ending up fucking one of his friends.  He was sipping cheap, domestic
champagne when he saw Nicky, Alex's younger brother.  He had bulked up a
little in the last couple of months but was still lean and rangy overall.

	"So you're a lax player?" Cass said, tipping his glass to him.

	"Yeah, attack," Nicky answered.  "Not a pussy middie, like some
people."

	Cass wasn't sure if that was directed at him or Alex since both of
them were midfielders.  "Yeah, it's a lot better to stand around jacking
off half the game.  Wouldn't want to break a sweat running."

	Nicky ignored that and looked around the room, "God this boring"

	"Yeah, kinda" Cass admitted.

	"I'd burn one but I'm inside the 28 days, you know." It meant that
he was less than 28 days from his mandatory drug test and pot stayed in the
system that long.  The irony is that drug testing only really eliminated
marijuana from the party arsenal.  You could do any other drug you wanted
with only a slight chance of getting caught and all the alcohol you could
take but no weed.  Since lacrosse was a club sport at the Dub, they didn't
drug test so Cass was under no such restriction for the first time ever.
"It sucks too `cause I could go see my other grandfather for Christmas but
it's always 4:20 there.  Fuck me if I'm going to get thrown off for second
hand smoke, right?  That's what happened to Lex."

	"I didn't know that," Cass said.  He knew that he had failed a drug
test but he assumed that it was straight up since Alex was a known stoner.

	"Yeah, he was laying off like he was supposed to but he was hanging
around with our Dad.  That's all it took.  They kicked his fucking ass out
of school over it.  Well, not that exactly.  I mean he was asking for
it. It's not like he was innocent or anything.  Hey, just FYI, do you know
this guy he's gone ape over?"

	"He's my roommate" Cass said.

	"No shit?  I heard he was like a big time Christian"

	"He was.  Not so much anymore"

	"That's just so totally fucking weird.  I can't see him being into
monotony"

	"Monogamy?" Cass prodded.

	"Same fucking difference. And with a fucking Christian.  That's
sick.  Is he even that hot?"

	"Actually, he is pretty sexy.  He's a runner.  He's got a big dick"
Cass admitted.

	"Well that makes sense at least.  You ever had it up the shitter
with him?"

	"We're friends, that's all" Cass said.

	"Who says you can't fuck a friend," Nicky said, idly scratching his
balls. "I fuck friends all the time.  Jesus fucking Christ, this is one
boring party.  Any chance we can get out of here?"

	They went back to the Stafford house on West Paces Ferry, a large
gray stone house vaguely resembling a French manor house that was well back
from the road down a private drive.  It was the largest house in a
neighborhood of big and expensive houses.  Cass was worried that his
grandparents would be home.  Nicky dismissed it, saying they were at some
fundraiser.  He mentioned the name of the candidate but Cass didn't know
who he was.  He pulled up to the house but this time didn't go around
back. Nicky burst through the glass front doors and strode into the large
den off the central hall that was dominated by a large staircase.  He went
to the liquor cabinet and eyed it.  Nicky tried the handle but it was
locked.  A women in a maid's costume came into the den and Nicky looked up.

	"Don't worry, Consuelo, I got this," Nicky said, pulling out a
knife to jimmy the lock.  The cabinet was clearly old and expensive,
appearing to be mahogany.

	"You know Senor does not want you to drink.  Senor will be very
angry" she said, trying to push him away.

	"Well, Senor won't know shit if nobody tells him shit, will he?"
Nicky said as he pried open the lock.  "But tell him anything you want,
Consuelo. I don't give a fuck.  Here's the Maker's Mark. Go for the good
shit.  Merry Christmas motherfucker."

	"Put it back.  Senor will be very angry."

	Nicky looked at Cass and shook his head.  "She's new so she doesn't
know how it goes down.  Senor motherfucker is going to be pissed at me no
matter what.  I liked the last one better.  Her name was Gabriella and she
was way fine.  Of course, he had to pay for an abortion so her ass was on
the next bus back to Mexico.  Let's go get wasted."

	"Look, you want to get trashed, go the fuck ahead.  You're home and
I'm leaving." Cass said.

	Nicky snorted.  "And I was so hoping that you would ride me like a
horse.  I like it rough. Or you could do Consuelo but that would be going
where no man has been before or would want to."

	Cass was angry.  He wanted to just beat the crap of the arrogant
little punk. He had the thought that he didn't like Alex but his younger
brother was far, far worse.  "Fuck you, Nicky.  What gives you the right to
be an asshole?  Just because your granddaddy is rich does give the right."

	"Fuck you.  If you're saying I'm like him, you can go fuck
yourself.  You don't know shit," Nicky screamed as he angrily kicked the
liquor cabinet causing glasses to fly off and break.  Consuelo had a look
of horror as she dove to clean it up.  "Leave it the fuck alone.  Let the
fucker see it.  I'll cut his goddamn throat."

	"What the fuck is your problem, kid?  You are off the chain." Cass
grabbed and spun him around.

	Nicky pushed back.  Wiggling away, he spat, "You don't know shit."

	"So tell me" Cass demanded, grabbing at him again.

	"Were you ever beaten much as a kid?"

	"What?" Cass asked, stunned.

	"Fuck you. I'm outta here," Nicky said, storming out.  "You know
the way out, asshole."

	He stooped down to try and help the maid clean up the mess but she
shooed him away, pushing him to the door.  He got back in the car, shaking.
Was the kid accusing his grandfather of abuse?  The more he thought about
it, the more reasonable it seemed.  He was irrational when came to his
grandfather and it didn't seem like a throw-away untrue accusation. He felt
a moral obligation to not leave the kid in danger if he could help it.
There was one person who would know the truth.  He got his phone and dialed
Alex.  When he answered, Cass told him the whole story.

	"Fuck" Alex said, wearily.  There was a long pause.  He could hear
Alex inhale deeply.  "It's a long story and I don't really have time to
tell you right now.  Let's just say that the good thing for me was that he
gave up on me relatively quickly.  They popped me in a dorm at Woodward.
Nicky has gotten the full brunt of it.  I hate to ask you, I really do hate
to ask you in particular, but I need to get him out of that situation for
right now.  I can't come get him, there's a restraining order.  Can you
bring him to me?"

	"A restraining order?" Cass asked.  That sounded serious and he
wasn't sure that he wanted to be involved in that.

	"Do you know who my grandfather is?  He could get a restraining
order keeping the Virgin Mary away from Jesus if he wanted.  Just go to the
guest house in back and tell him that you talked to me.  Tell him that I
want him to come out here for a while, okay?"

	"Where is out here?" Cass asked.

	"Decatur" Alex answered, giving him an address.

	Nicky accepted it when Cass told him.  They got in his car and
headed off for Decatur.  On the way there, he was quiet and subdued but the
still had the bottle and took an occasional gulp.  Cass had trouble finding
the place, mostly because he couldn't believe that it was right place.  The
house was a ramshackle old house outside of Decatur surrounded by an
organic herb farm.  It was only when Nicky said that it was right place did
Cass pull in.  He had only barely stopped when Nicky bolted out of the car.
Alex came out of the screen porch and met him on the path.  Nicky fell into
his arms.

	"I wanted to fight back.  I really did.  He had a guy holding me
down," Nicky sobbed.  "The fucker"

	Alex tried to soothe him.  A black women came out of the porch and
moved toward them. Nicky broke away from Alex and ran to her.  She gathered
him up in her arms and began to rock him a little as he cried.  Simon came
out too and the woman, his mother Cass assumed, began to walk Nicky inside.
Simon nodded to Cass in greeting.

	Alex walked up to the car.  "Thanks, bro. I owe you."

	"It's none of my business but what's the deal?"

	Simon looked at Alex and said, "Let's go burn one."

	They sat outside of a small shed and Simon lit a joint.  Cass took
it and sucked in the acrid smoke as Alex explained.  "I don't know where to
start.  Okay, here's an interesting fact.  Me and Nicky are descended from
4 of the 6 founders of Dionysus.  All four grandparents were the children
or grandchildren of the founders.  I just mention that because it's
interesting. Both of our parents were members.  My mom and my grandfather
hated each other.  She was an artist, a liberal, an environmentalist, a
Buddhist and a lesbian.  Pretty much everything he hated.  I was 12 and he
was 7 when she died.  We figured that he would stay here with Emma since we
had lived here since I was like 5 or 6 and Nicky since he was born
practically.  Emma was our other mother.  Or worst case, my other
grandfather, my dad's dad.  Also a member too and my two grandfather's were
members at the same time and hated each other.  Dad was out of the question
for all kinds of reasons, mostly due to ... well, it's not important.  He
was out of the question at the time.  Instead, we had to go with the
grandparents that had never been part of our lives.  Personally, I think he
was trying to get his revenge on his dead daughter.  He was determined that
we would be everything she wasn't.  We were going to be just like his sons,
dutiful, conservative, dull young bankers and lawyers.  Let's just say that
when he wasn't drunk there was a lot of verbal and psychological abuse and
when he was drunk, physical.  I got through it okay because I was older and
pretty quickly was able to fight back.  He just got rid of me.  Nicky was
7.  It's been half his life."

	Simon handed him the joint and Alex took a toke and handed it back.
Cass looked at him sympathetically.  "I'm sorry, Alex"

	"You did a good thing tonight" Simon told him, handing him the
roach.

	"What's the next step?"

	Simon shook his head.  "Not for you to know, dude.  If anybody
asks, just tell them the truth up until the point you went back to get
him."

	"Nobody's going to ask you, though.  I'll take the fall."

	"Bullshit" Simon said.

	"Sime" Alex said, putting his hand on the black guy's arm.  "Don't
worry.  I got a plan"

	He saw Alex in a different light, a more human light.  He could
almost imagine that the person concerned for his brother and protective of
him could have the same kind of feelings for Dylan.  Before, he had thought
of Alex as a predator, as someone who was just fucking with his friend for
the fun of it.  Seeing underneath the surface, he realized that Alex's
obvious charisma masked some real pain and that made him sympathetic for
the first time.

	Audrey was at her parents in Lawrenceville, which is kind of a haul
from College Park, but he saw her as much during the break as he could.  He
also spent as much time at Dex's place as he could.  Anything to get out of
the house.  Christmas Day was a forlorn affair highlighted only by a
hurried phone conversation with his Dad, who was in San Francisco preparing
for a flight back.  He didn't have much time to talk because he still had
to call his new family and see how good Santa had been to his young
children by his new wife.  He couldn't wait to get back to Macon for New
Year's.

	Dionysus had a New Year's party at the Abyss downtown, open to
outsiders or "barbarians" by invitation only.  The invitations were fairly
freely given, though, and there were about 200 people there.  He had heard
it was the most expensive party of the year, mostly because of the
champagne and catering.  He and Audrey went together.

	While dancing, he spied Dylan at the bar sipping champagne and
talking with a guy he didn't recognize, a cute but slightly geeky guy.
Cass made his way over to talk with him.  He hadn't spoken with him at all
during Christmas and felt a little guilty about it.  Plus, he thought Dylan
might know something about Nicky.

	"How's it going?" Cass greeted him.

	Dylan smiled and hugged him.  "Good.  It's good to be back."

	"Home wasn't good?"

	He kind of paused and thought about it.  "It was okay but I've
gotten used to being on my own, you know.  I didn't want to be treated like
a little kid anymore, you know?"

	"Yeah, I know"

	"I came out to my mother" Dylan said.

	"Really?  Good.  Good for you. How did that go over?"

	"Okay, I guess.  Well not really.  She's suspected for a long time
but she didn't want to hear it out loud, you know.  There was a lot of
crying and quoting the Bible.  She wanted me to talk to my Pastor but I
didn't.  We didn't leave it that well.  I've been staying at Alex's place
the last couple of days."

	"That sucks, dude.  It shouldn't matter," Cass said, putting his
hand on his shoulder in sympathy.

	"No, it shouldn't but it does."

	Despite that, when they moved back in to the dorms, Dylan remained
in a good mood and was even more at ease than the end of last semester.
The two of them had settled down into an easy routine as roommates after a
little bit of a rocky start and Cass was glad.  Some people had nothing but
conflict and they didn't.  They were able to go their own way and still be
friends.

	After the first week in school, there was a mandatory meeting of
Dionysus to decide on the Spring pledge class.  They actually rarely met as
a group and almost all the business was taken care of by the officers with
little input from the membership.  When Alex had said that they were only a
social organization, he had meant it.  They partied together and they
fucked each other but that was it for the most part.  They packed into the
basement room with its collection of dildo's and phallic symbols.  They
started with nominations from the members.  The Spring Class was made up of
people that ought to be members but had not ever made it onto the Watch
List when they were in high school.  Micah Andrews from 2nd Reade was an
example.  He was a partier and bisexual, making him perfect but he came
from Panama City and nobody from Dionysus had come from there so he went
unnoticed.  Willingham didn't draw from the Florida Panhandle much anyway,
mostly Atlanta and South Florida with locals and the remainder of Georgia
making up the rest.  Another guy, Josh Soames, was a sophomore who had come
out of his shell during his freshman year.  There was also a girl, Tasha
Yearby, from New Orleans added.  They weren't in the class, though.  The
Selection Committee would interview them and decide whether they pledged.
When each candidate was nominated, the person nominating them had to
explain why they should be pledged.  Then there was a vote to add them to
the list.  The officers got to add people without a vote, supposedly acting
the in the organizations best interest.  Alex, as Warden was the most
junior officer, went first.

	"I was going to say Micah.  His dad owns a huge club in PC and he's
helped us out with the Billy Adams issue.  But since he got on the list
anyway, I'll say Ty Rogers.  He's gay and he likes psychedelics.  He's also
a computer guy with a permanent part time job with the Dub's IT
department."

	 "He's a computer nerd" Brandon, the Treasurer observed.

	"A computer nerd with administrator access to BearNET" Alex
countered.

	A voice from behind him said, "That means grades"

	"That means everything" Brandon said, "Financial aid, grades,
housing assignments, everything."

	Cass was just relieved that Alex hadn't wanted Dylan.  He wasn't
sure why it mattered to him but he didn't want to see him corrupted just
yet.  He was heading there anyway on his own with Alex but pledging was a
big step toward corruption.  Brandon didn't have anyone so Dennis Korb, the
Vice President, went next.

	"Dylan Powell."

	"No" Cass said loudly in an involuntary sort of way.

	"It doesn't work like that," Brandon snapped.  "Officer additions
aren't voted on. You can vote against initiation if you want to."

	"Yeah, well fuck that, Brand.  When was the last time somebody
completed their tasks and didn't get initiated?" Simon said, stepping
forward and challenging him.  "I agree it's not for his roommate to say but
Alex has a right to say."

	"Just because they're fucking?  If we eliminated all of Alex's
lays, this would be a very small organization" Dennis said.

	"It's more than that and you know it" Simon said, not backing down.
"Alex?"

	Alex was looking down, defeated.  "It isn't what I wanted.  That's
why I didn't add him.  But Dennis can add him. It's not like he doesn't
know about us and what it means.  Just because he's on the list doesn't
mean he'll accept.  I can live with whatever Dylan wants."

	That settled it. Brandon added an exchange student, Erik
Sonderburg, a blond Danish boy on the grounds that he wanted to fuck him.
That got a good laugh.  Christie, the president went last, adding a girl,
Amanda Whorley, a lipstick lesbian sophomore who was checking all the right
boxes: Freshman Seminar TA, Orientation assistant, probably soon to be RA.
Now it was up to the interview committee.  Cass caught up to Alex when it
was over and he was talking with Simon.

	"I owe you an apology," Cass said.  "I thought you were just
fucking with him to be malicious. I thought it was a sick joke, you and
him.  That's why I didn't like it."

	"Things weren't what they seemed, huh, genius?" Simon said.  He was
eying Cass with anger and contempt.

	"It's all right," Alex said to Simon.  "I appreciate you saying it
and for helping Nicky out.  I owe you."

	"What are you going to do about Dylan?"

	"Let him decide for himself." Alex replied.