Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2007 13:27:18 -0800 (PST)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: chapter 16, the association, gay male college

THE ASSOCIATION

Disclaimer: This is a work of gay fiction.  It will contain scenes
describing sex between adult males.  If that offends you, if you are
underage, or if it is illegal to possess such material where you are, then
stop now!

This chapter introduces the idea of real celebrity characters.  I know who
I'm thinking of-but I do not name them.  I prefer to let my readers fill in
the blanks as they please.

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN:

EVALUATION

	Our Sunday recreation following the body-decoration day was polo.
All of us by that time had had riding lessons and, though there were a few
thoroughly modern guys who didn't trust anything that moved without having
an engine, most of us had come to enjoy the horses at The Farm.  I had an
advantage, yet again, in that my dad had insisted on my taking lessons and
doing dressage at a stable near home when I was a kid.  I always wondered
why he insisted that the ability to ride was part of a well-rounded
education, and now I suspected that maybe he had hoped even back then that
I would one day make it into The Association, where such things were still
considered relevant.  I was grateful for the advantage.

	About a third of us were still slightly sore from having new PA's
put in, and that may have slowed us down a bit, being extra careful not to
sit on our dick, but even so, it was an entertaining afternoon, and we
enjoyed learning yet another new sport together.  I resolved to get a horse
of my own, once the opportunity arose, and join a polo club back at the
University.  What a shame they would not ride naked but for boots, as we
did!

	The following week's activities continued routinely.  All of us
were making great strides in our educational component, and we had
developed the easy camaraderie of old friends, yet even closer than any
friends I had ever had before, since we were so much more intimately
connected, with all the nudity and easy sex among us.

	We were warned on Friday morning that a large number of additional
guests would be arriving that night and Saturday morning-Association
members visiting for a special weekend get-together.  There was to be a
Casino Weekend, raising money for The Association's charities, and the
ballroom would be transformed into a Monte Carlo-style gaming venue.
Visiting it, with coaching on how to play the various games of chance (more
knowledge for the well-rounded Renaissance man) and a stake in the club
bank to get us started, would be our Sunday special activity.  But The
Crypt would also be open, and Adam let us know with a wink that we-"fresh
meat"-would be the true main attraction of the weekend.  Veteran members
could hardly wait to meet us, we were assured.  He made it clear that we
were completely free to fraternize with the older guys-- or not-- at our
discretion.  The news created a stir among the group, however-it was the
first time the prospect of extending our relationships, sexual and
otherwise, into the larger membership had presented itself to us.

	Remembering my last foray into The Crypt, I realized that I had to
have a serious talk with Nicholas about this.  I hardly knew how to bring
it up, though.  What if he really wanted to have an evening free to play
without me, his ball and chain, dragging alongside him (and competing with
him for the attentions of the best-looking guys)?  Maybe, in that case, I
would do better to sneak out of The Crypt quickly, and go off somewhere to
wallow in my misery by myself, without boozing and pulling trains like last
time.

	But as so often, Nicholas saved me from my quandary.  He brought
the subject up himself.

	"So, what about this Crypt night thing?"

	"Sounds OK, I guess.  You know, I kind of made a fool of myself
last time, though.  Don't want a repeat of that."

	"Well, I didn't have all that much fun, either."  There was an
awkward pause.  Then he continued.

	"Say, what do you think about us going around together, you know,
stay teamed up this time.  Maybe we could keep each other out of trouble."
He sounded a bit hesitant, as if he feared I might not want to be saddled
with him!  Jeez, what a pair we were.

	I grinned at him.  "You're on, Sugardick.  I think that's a plan!"

	But Nicholas wasn't finished.  "You know this time, there are going
to be outsiders.  Maybe lots of them.  Maybe hotties like Adam and
Colin-maybe trolls and geezers.  What should we do about, er, contact with
other guys?  Could this be a test to see how well we play with others, you
think?"

	Well, gee, I hadn't thought about that.  I wondered how many and
which others we might be expected to play with, us being the fresh meat and
all.

	"They'll all be older than us," I stated lamely.  "That could turn
icky pretty quick.  I mean, my dad is in this outfit."

	"I have an uncle and two cousins, too.  Crap, I hope they don't
show up."

	"And we wear those damn masks.  Shit, you could wind up humping
your uncle."

	"Come to think of it, he has kept himself in great shape," Nicholas
smirked.  "I might be tempted."

	"Well, hell, what are the odds.  I'm not going to worry about it.
I'll just go after whoever turns me on, and probably never know who it was.
If it's your cousin, so be it."

	"What if old guys hit on us.  You know they will!"

	"Maybe if we keep moving except when we're busy, we can keep out of
their way.  If they want to watch, what the hell.  And who knows, after a
sip or two from those statues in there, I may be up for giving some lucky
bastard a mercy fuck."

	Nicholas bent over laughing at that image.  "A thrill like that
could be fatal for some of the older ones."

	After that exchange, we both seemed to feel much better about the
coming weekend.  The time zoomed by, and suddenly, it was Saturday
afternoon.  Dennis rounded us all up at about 4:30 and sent us to the
showers.  There was actually a case of enema bottles on the shelf, and most
of us took the hint and cleaned up extra thoroughly.  In the middle of all
the prep, Adam came in, looking freshly washed and trimmed himself.  He
called us into the drying room for a special announcement.

	"Guys, you know yesterday, I told you about this big charity drive
The Association is putting on this weekend with the casino and all.  Well,
there's more detail now.  First off, this weekend is happening at all The
Association resort/training centers across the country.  We're not talking
about small change here.  Vegas will feel the drain this weekend.  The
cause is a major anti-HIV research project we are funding, and it will
attract some serious money.  I've just been told that there is to be an
additional kick to it, one we've never done before.  We're going to have a
fantasy slave auction Sunday in early afternoon.  This will be an
opportunity for you guys to participate as well, even in your present
cash-depleted student state.  As you may have guessed, you are to be the
slaves at auction."

	There was a murmur among the class in response to this bit of news.

	"O.K., number one," Adam continued.  "There is no requirement for
you to participate.  If you choose to pass, you will lose no points, and
you can stay right here on The Farm while the others are away slaving.

	"Yes, that's right-those who are sold as slaves will depart with
their owners on Sunday afternoon.  They are to be delivered back here by
dinner on Wednesday in the same excellent condition they left in.

	"Point two-you will get 10 bonus points for participating.  The
slave who draws the highest bid will receive 50 points.

	"And three-to show you how confident we are that this activity will
be harmless to you-and, in fact, we think you will enjoy it--, all five
staff members have volunteered to be auctioned separately ourselves.  Plus
Colin, who happens to be visiting this weekend.  That makes, potentially,
forty-two slaves from this location."

	"As you leave the floor, you'll see Adrian and Dennis at the door
with consent forms for you to sign if you volunteer.  And one more
thing-with this new twist on the weekend, you might want to think of
tonight's activities in The Crypt as a sort of informal audition for
possible bidding in the slave market.  Just a hint, guys.  But remember,
'no' still means 'no.'"

	Adam left us, and we all began talking at once, speculating on what
this slavery thing might be like, most of us rather titillated by the
intriguing sexual possibilities, some by the exhibitionism of the thing.

       "Whadaya say?"  I asked Nicholas.

He shrugged.  "Might be nice to get away from here for a couple of days,"

"Unless we're bought by someone from Des Moines."

"Yeah.  Or some shriveled up geezer."

"Or a shriveled geezer from Des Moines."

We laughed at that visual.

       "Oh, hell, why not," I declared.  "Only live once. Who knows, we may
need the points."  (The Association was very mum about how points worked,
how many we had, and especially how many and when we lost points.)

       "It might NOT be a geezer," Nicholas offered hopefully.

       We both knew who was most likely to have the money and motivation
for a successful bid at this game, though.  Nevertheless, we crowded with
the others around Dennis and Adrian at their card table near the door,
laughing, poking at one another, and making quips about each other's
slave-worthiness.  But I didn't see anyone leave without signing a form.

	Outside, cocktails were being served on the larger, west patio, and
it was already pretty crowded when we arrived, with more nude men entering
all the time.  As we expected, there was every age group represented from
twenties up to seventy, but all the guys were outstanding physical
specimens for their own generation.  Most were grouped with peers, probably
guys they'd known since their own training summer.  The crowd parted for
our entrance, and grinning faces looked us over from all directions as we
paraded through toward the open bar.  The men broke into applause as the
last of us stepped onto the patio.  It felt pretty good to be so openly
admired and appreciated.

	We got drinks and began to mill about.  Guys came up and introduced
themselves, shook hands, made little bits of small talk, then mercifully
moved on before it got awkward.  After a few minutes, Gregory showed up,
eager to spread gossip he had heard.  He named four very popular male film
stars and a couple of recording artists who he claimed were in attendance,
due to show up at any minute.  These were some of the biggest heart-throbs
in the country, all excruciatingly hetero, all married or famously "in
relationships."  So, I'm about to see xxxx xxxx naked, in person, I
thought.

	It wasn't long until two of the movie actors did come in, and they
were nude, like everyone else.  Obviously, the code of the place was to
ignore them, or rather, treat them exactly like anyone else, as if we
didn't recognize them.  We newbies fell right into the game, though it
obviously pained Gregory not to swoon and carry on.

	Soon enough, the buffet began, and we filled plates with
delectable, but light, fare, and selected places at tables.  Nicholas and I
found Patrick and William, but at our table we also had two Fortune 500
corporate execs, a U. S. Congressman, and xxxxx xxxxxx, the lead singer for
the band xxxxxxx.  He was as handsome in person as on MTV, and far more
relaxed and normal-seeming.  To my amazement, he could talk about politics,
current affairs, and sports, and seemed to relish the opportunity.  He
looked intently at Nicholas and me, and kept us engaged in conversation as
if he had been looking forward to meeting us for weeks.  But then, so did
the others, including the Congressman.  Everyone studiously avoided the
subject of music, and the politician was strangely reticent on politics.

	After dessert, Adam stood up to welcome the members to our training
session and explain to them what he had told us-about how "no means no,"
and all that.  He also reminded us that our gambling stake was now
available at any time at the casino teller desk, and The Crypt would be
open immediately after dinner and remain so until Sunday noon.  That gave
plenty of time to blow every penny gambling and every sperm cell fucking, I
thought.  That left the whole afternoon for the slave auction. But Adam was
finished with his spiel, and men were beginning to rise and move slowly to
the open doors of the mansion.  We were using the main stairs for the
occasion, which was a new thing for us trainees.  Some men went up to the
casino level, and some went down to The Crypt.  I expected the stairway
would be busy all night as men moved back and forth from one activity to
another.

	"What'll it be?" I asked Nicholas.

	"Gambling is OK, when you can't fuck."

	So down we went.  I saw Patrick and William making the same
decision behind us, along with the famous singer and the Congressman.
Gregory and Lawrence were tagging along right behind, and Jeffrey and Mark,
too.

	The Crypt was the same as it had been the previous visit.  We
picked up a mask off the attendant's tray at the entrance and became
anonymous-though, of course, we now had distinctive tattoos and piercings
to give us away.  Among the older members, there was a noticeable
age-divide-body décor got rarer up to about age thirty or so, then
virtually died out entirely after that, with a few exceptions.  The
majority of the men were completely unmarked, but they did have distinctive
body hair patterns, which had also been absent the previous time we visited
here.  We moved, with most of the others, into the center arena.

	There was a couple grinding away on stage-one man in his thirties,
his partner more likely in his forties, putting on a show for the early
crowd.  The younger man already had hick dick up the older man's ass and
was thrusting deeply into the Love Canal.  Suddenly, he pulled out, turned
to the front, and started squirting large globs of cum several feet in
front of him.  An old guy about seventy tried to catch the globs in his
mouth, and he may have gotten one or two of them.  The crowd applauded and
laughed.

	Nicholas and I, masks in place, moved to the entrance to the
labyrinth, gave one another a weak smile, and plunged into the darkness.