THE ASSOCIATION
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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.