Dionysius

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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SIXTEEN

It seemed to Dylan that Cass was upset about something when they went for dinner Sunday but he wouldn't say what about. Then on Monday, Dylan got a weird text from Alex telling him to be in his dorm room at 7 pm. When Dylan texted back asking why, the only response was that he would explain when he got there. The knock on the door came precisely at 7. Dylan opened the door to see Alex standing there.

Alex nodded in Cass's direction. Then he looked at Dylan. "Come on, there are some people that would like to talk to you."

"What about?" Dylan asked. Then he thought better of it. He suspected that he knew what about. He grabbed his coat, "Never mind. Where are we doing this?"

"You'll see. Come on."

The nighttime air was well below freezing and a moderate wind was like a knife stabbing him. Dylan had to shiver a little. Cold weather didn't suit him. He just wanted to get where they were going and get in from the cold. They headed in the general direction of Alex's apartment, down a deserted sidewalk with the wind in their face. Dylan reached out and took Alex's hand in his. It seemed like he needed it, a little touch of intimacy, because he was acting so flat and withdrawn. Dylan didn't understand why. If Alex thought it okay for himself and Cass, why not him? They went inside and upstairs to Alex's apartment. Inside were three people sitting on his couch, all dressed in white togas with white masks on, two boys and a girl. If it was attempt at an solemnity, it fell wide of the mark, Dylan thought. He looked toward Alex, who sat down on the love seat. Vaguely, Dylan wondered where Simon was and then sat down in the chair opposite the couch.

"Do you know why you're where?" the girl in the mask asked him.

"Of course. It's about Dionysus but why am I here?"

"We'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Yeah, well that wasn't what I meant. I guess I should ask who put me down for membership?" Dylan asked.

"That's not important" the guy on the left side in a rich baritone voice. Dylan was sure he had heard him before but couldn't match it to a face in his mind.

"It might be important to me, " Dylan said, crossing his legs. "It wasn't Alex and it wasn't Simon. The ones on my hall are all freshman and I doubt they have the pull. My guess is Dennis."

The three on the couch almost imperceptibly glanced at each other, confirming his suspicion. "Whoever put you on the list doesn't matter because we decide if you actually pledge or not," the girl announced.

"And how long do you think it will take you to decide that I don't belong? 6 months ago, I was a virgin, had never gotten high and was destined for the ministry. My one sexual experience had been a very embarrassing blowjob that I regretted almost as much as the girl who gave it to me. I've never slept with a girl. I've never even been really drunk, not even once. I've had sex with a grand total of three guys. How does that compare to the average member?"

"Less" one of the guys said.

"Right. It doesn't matter anyway. I can't afford the dues. I'm here on scholarship and I literally have almost no money."

"Something could be worked out about that part of it. If it's what you want, I'd pay for it," Alex said.

"No you wouldn't," Dylan said sharply, turning toward him and uncrossing his legs. "I may be poor but I'm not a charity case. I'm not your kept boy and you're not my sugar daddy. Fuck you. I've never asked you for anything. What we do we do as equals. I don't mind smoking your pot because I'm taking a risk being in the car with you when you bring it back to campus."

"You know about that?"

"You think I'm stupid? Once a month you go down there and when you get back, the Dub is drowning in weed. It's not that hard to figure out. You get it from your dad, right? Where does he live? Jennings? Statenville? It's not any further than that based on how long it takes you get to my house after I text you. My guess would be Fargo. Things are pretty corrupt over there and there's lots of empty land to hide in and if it was Statenville it would take you maybe 15 minutes to get there."

"What do you know about our organization?" girl asked.

Dylan smiled. This was fun. "I know where your house is. I tripped there at Halloween. I'm guessing that you have a big time `in' at Harry's bar and that night club downtown. I know that the guys on my hall don't get carded at Harry's and we went into the DriveBy Truckers show with a just a nod. If you pushed me, I'd say that you owned them. And I think that the Chairman of the Board of Trustees was a member back in the day. After I met Alex's grandfather, not the rich one but the other one, I went back and looked at yearbooks from back then. They were in a couple of pictures together."

"So, Sherlock Holmes, you put two and two together and got that?" the guy on the left said sarcastically.

"If I'm right, I'm right." Dylan countered.

"Enough" the girl said. "We usually ask people to strip naked and masturbate."

"So you can see if they're uninhibited, I guess. Also, if you don't pick them they would be less willing to say anything. Before we go there, I'm still waiting for the answer to the question of why me?"

"Because people don't usually come here and argue," Alex said. "Because most people want us to like them and not assume that they ought to like us. Because everybody except Dennis, me included, thinks that you are naïve and innocent when you're really not. Mostly because Dennis thinks that you'll one day be President. I'm thinking it might be sooner than Dennis thinks."

Dylan nodded. That made sense, all but the part where Alex had underestimated him. That bit hurt a little. "Do you want me totally naked?"

"That would be best," the girl said. She handed him a condom. "Would you mind putting one of these on?"

He almost refused to do any of it. But curiosity was killing him. His mother was praying for his soul, convinced that he was doomed to Hell due to his lifestyle choice. He knew his sexual orientation wasn't a choice but this was. A poor reason to do it, he knew, but powerful. Plus, after this, whether they picked or not, he would never again be the sweet, innocent one. Innocence had worked for him for a time but it no longer did. He was eager to shed his innocence. He took the condom, set it on the table, and stripped off his shirt. He knew he had a good build even if he was twink but the real asset was in his jeans. Until he began showering with other guys, he had never realized that he was endowed better than most. Now he did. Unbuttoning the jeans, he let them drop to the floor. Then he pulled down his underwear.

Sitting back in the chair, he was a little excited but not yet hard. The act of getting himself erect was the most intimate of all, he figured. He rubbed on it and squeezed his balls, staring at them in the eye. In his mind, he was conjuring up every nasty, dirty thought that he could. He thought about every guy that he had ever seen naked and recalled his tried and true fantasies. But the thing that actually did it was the memory of the three way with that kid Josh. That made him stir to life. Now hard, he took the condom and unrolled it onto his dick. Once it was on and they could see, he snatched it off. He wanted to feel the sensation.

Alex handed him a bottle of lube. He greased his right hand and slid it down his stiff cock. The fact that they were watching actually made it more exciting. He teased his mushroom capped head letting the desire flow through him. His greased hand slid down his long, thick pole and he began to pump it. He saw one of the guys in a toga reach down and give his unit a squeeze, which excited him even more. Dylan began to tug on his ample balls as he stroked himself. He rubbed his lubed up hand around the head once again and stroked hard. He never broke eye contact from them as he masturbated himself. Amazingly, he was really enjoying himself which is a new revelation for him. If he wanted to test how corruptible he really was, Dylan knew he was getting an education right there. As one hand squeezed his balls, the other hand stroked. He felt the passion and lust building inside of him. It was delicious. He didn't want to stop. He had to keep going it. It felt too good. He was beginning to breath hard as the sensation grew. He put his head back, bit his lower lip and began to spurt hot cream on his tight belly.

The passion began to flow out of him. Alex tossed him a towel to clean up. "Thank you. That's all we need. You'll hear from us Friday. If you don't, you'll never hear from us," the girl said.

As he dressed, he knew what his answer would be if they asked. Alex followed him out the door. Propping the door open, Dylan kissed him hard, ramming his tongue down the boy's throat. "Call me Friday" he told Alex.

Going a week without sex was difficult and he got more and more horny as the days went by. He had existed for 18 years and 4 months without sex but in little more than 3 months he had grown used to getting laid regularly. It had been stupid and useless to have deprived himself. Then on Friday, he got a text from Alex telling him to be at his apartment at 8:30 PM sharp. He got there a little early and he saw the kid Josh walking out of the building and getting in his car. That made sense, he thought and he was glad. Josh was hot. Tentatively, Dylan knocked on the door.

Simon answered and invited him in. Once inside the apartment, Simon motioned for him to sit down. "Welcome to the Spring Pledge Class of Dionysus."

He looked at Alex sitting there. "I won't do it if you don't want me to."

"I want you to do what you want to do. I thought about what you said. About being equals. The way I figure it, this way we'll be equals."

"There is still the money question" Dylan said.

Alex shook his head. "My dad gave me $2500 and it's been deposited in the bank. That's enough to pay for everything until you graduate. Trust me, in his line of work, it's petty cash and I told him that it was important to me. No matter what happens between us, your happiness is important to me. So, you don't owe me, you owe him. It's not a loan. It's advance payment on a job. Of course, you understand that what he does is illegal."

"What does he want me to do?"

"I don't know yet. We'll find out together soon enough. You and me are going down there so you can meet him, but after Valentine's"

"Okay. So what do I have to do to be a pledge?"

Simon handed him an envelope. "There are 7 tasks picked just for you. You don't have to worry about having proof, we'll know. You have a month to complete them. Under no circumstances are you to discuss Dionysus with anybody who isn't a member or a pledge. Even though you found out a lot, not everybody is as smart as you are and not everybody will keep what they know to themselves like you have. That was you're major selling point, by the way. The fact that you knew so much but hadn't said anything."

Dylan opened the envelope. In it was a letter that spelled out the dues and initiation fees and had Simon phone number and email. On it was listed 7 tasks:

1. Burn a Bible

2. Get drunk at a party

3. Buy a bag of marijuana on the street

4. Have sex with a girl

5. Have sex with a person of another race

6. Have sex in public or in a situation where people would be watching

7. Make a porn video

"Does hispanic count as another race? Because if it doesn't that means either you or Cass and that's not happening. Cass is my friend and you're Alex's friend," Dylan said. Simon looked at Alex, apparently not having considered Carlos as an option. "Look, forget I asked. You guys want me to have sex with a black guy because I'm a redneck. I get it. I'll figure it out."

"It's not like that," Alex protested. "Actually, I guess it is. We're asking you to do something you haven't done to see what the limits are. I know it isn't fair but there it is. Why don't you come with us? You were the last one, we had to meet with. Let's go have a beer at Harry's, okay?"

"Yeah, okay"

The bouncer let all three of them through without carding them. The bar was crowded, worse than usual because people were piling their winter coats on unused chairs. It was definitely winter, the clear night was bitterly cold. The people inside were fortifying themselves against the cold with alcohol and the bar was loud and raucous. They made their way in, navigating through the people, and headed for the bar. Alex and Dylan took up a position near the hallway that led to the backroom with the pool tables while Simon headed for the bar.

"You don't really want me to do it with Simon, do you?"

"No" Alex admitted. "I didn't want that on the list but the others insisted. Don't worry, an opportunity will arise I'm sure."

Simon came back and handed them each a beer. They stood and talked for a few minutes before deciding to head back and play pool. Luckily, there was an open table. Dylan wasn't very good at it and was happy enough to let the other two play against each other. One beer turned into two and he was getting a little buzzed. He thought he was loose enough to maybe take a shot at it now. Then a black guy of medium height and muscular build with long dreadlocks came up and playfully pushed Alex from behind.

"You guys going to hog this table all night?"

"Whatcha gonna do about it if we are?" Simon demanded.

"Kick your faggot ass," the black guy said.

"That'll be the fucking day" Simon said, squaring up to shoot.

"Or maybe rape your butt buddy here," he said, again playfully pushing Alex.

Alex shrugged, "Can't rape the willing there, Jamal. Wasn't that your defense at trial? Hey, Dylan, this is Jamal. He's a friend."

Dylan guessed that was code for a member of Dionysus. "Hey, man"

"So you're Alex's one true love. Sweet," Jamal said, looking him over. "Well, if it's three of you, I'll horn in and we'll play partners. You play pool?"

"Not really," Dylan admitted.

Jamal dismissed it. "Don't matter. I can beat them both by myself. Grab a cue."

Alex racked up another game and let Jamal break. The cue ball hit the triangle of colored balls with a loud smack, scattering them. One ball fell in the far corner pocket. He announced they were solids and proceeded to bang two more in before barely missing. Dylan took a couple of more slugs on the beer while Simon shot. He got 2 balls in before scratching. That meant Dylan was up. As he lined up a shot, all three of them were giving him advice but Alex's and Simon's was suspect and Jamal called them on it. Dylan ignored it and by sheer dumb luck sunk the one ball in the side pocket. He couldn't make a decent second shot, though. Even though Jamal complimented him for contributing, it was Alex's turn and he came within a whisker of winning. The last stripe ricocheted between the borders of the pocket and failed to go in. Alex sank to his knees in despair as Jamal laughed at him. That was all he needed, running the table and sinking the eight ball.

"Shit, we should have bet. Want to make the game more interesting?" Jamal said, lording the victory over them.

"You tryin' to hustle us?" Simon asked.

Jamal put his hands up in mock surrender. "Who the fuck you talking to, nigger?"

"We keeping the same partners?" Alex asked as he put money in the machine.

"Fuck yeah. That white boy is my good luck charm."

"Yeah, well. This white boy needs to pee," Dylan said.

"Me too," Simon said. "You don't buy beer, you rent it."

As they walked to the bathroom, Dylan turned to Simon and asked, "Him?"

Simon nodded. "Yeah"

"So you have it all set up."

"No," Simon said, heading into the bathroom. "We make it possible for you to succeed. Both of you are free agents. Neither of you have to do anything."

When they got back, Alex and Jamal were completing a game. Alex had skunked him. Jamal attributed it to his good luck charm being gone. As another game commenced, Dylan stood with Alex against the wall. Dylan leaned over and told Alex to go find somebody to spend the night with. He wanted him to have a good time and not think about Dylan being with someone else. It was just sex and it didn't mean anything. It didn't take any time at all for him to do it. He was making the moves on a girl in record speed.

After one last game, Jamal announced that he was leaving. Dylan turned to him and teased him, saying, "Breaking up a lucky team?"

"You could come with me" Jamal said, moving in close and then nibbling on his ear.

"Yeah, okay. I'll need a ride back to campus. I came with them"

"I'll take you back tomorrow, no sweat."

Dylan left with him, feeling exultant. He was just beyond tipsy but not rip-roaring drunk. Just enough so that his inhibitions were down. Jamal lived in an apartment building downtown, at the base of Coleman Hill. It was tucked away just past where Mulberry Street split with one lane heading up the hill and the other turning to join Spring Street. The building was Italian Renaissance Revival and Dylan judged it to be from the 1920's. They went down a long courtyard to the far end and then up two flights of stairs. It was a nice one bedroom apartment with hardwood floors and high ceilings. Jamal had it tastefully decorated with modern art and black leather couch.

"Want to get high?" Jamal asked, getting a deep green bud with purple hairs from a small teak box.

"Yeah, but I don't think I'll need it."

Jamal shrugged. "I'll get you in the mood"

"I'm all ready in the mood."

Jamal's body was a work of art. He had a large number of interlocking tattoos but his musculature was sufficient for it. Every muscle had been worked on faithfully and defined. Unlike Dylan, he was more like a man than a boy. Dylan could tell he was proud of his body, letting the younger guy worship it with kisses, licks and massages. The fact that it was hard and solid everywhere was a turn on. Jamal roughly pulled Dylan's shirt off. Topless, Dylan moved in to kiss him and rammed his hand into the black guys crotch.

He didn't want to be kissed. He pushed Dylan back, picked him up and tossed on the bed like a rag doll. Crawling over him, Jamal undid his pants and yanked them down. Dylan was hard.

"You are big," Jamal said, grabbing his stiff dick. "You must have nigger blood to have that tool, boy."

Dylan rammed his hand again into his crotch. "Let's see the real thing"

Jamal pulled off his pants and threw them aside. He was hard too. Dylan's eyes got big. He was well endowed. As much as he liked bottoming, he was worried he couldn't take it. Jamal flopped on the bed, his pride and his heavy nuts bouncing. Dylan got between his legs and took him in his mouth.

"Swallow that bone all the way. Damn, kid, you're not playing," Jamal said, rubbing Dylan's hair. "Mikey likes it"

It was long and thick. Dylan almost gagged trying to get it all in and couldn't quite do it. He had to pull off just to breath. Diving back in, he sucked Jamal oversized testicles.

"Yeah, just like that. Just like that" Jamal encouraged him.

Dylan stroked his own steel rod. Jamal was bigger than him, having the largest dick he ever saw in his life. But it was beautiful and he wanted more of It, however difficult to manage. Jamal threw him on the bed again and crawled on top. He scooted up and rammed his giant tool into Dylan's mouth, face fucking him. He could himself gagging as he tried to take it. Jamal took it out and slapped his mouth and tongue with it. Dylan grabbed it and stuck it back in his mouth.

"Lick that shit," Jamal said. "Look at that huge fucking cock"

He was playing with him, slapping his face and sticking it back in.

"Breathe through your fucking nose. That's what it's there for. Go slow. You can't look fucking pretty and suck good dick," Jamal sneered as he forced it into him. "Suck that dick.

He did the best he could. He was just on the verge of gagging the whole time.

"Don't be afraid to gag. That's the shit," Jamal said, holding his head down on it. "You think this is rough"

He pushed Dylan off and grabbed a condom. He unrolled it onto his fat dick. He put Dylan on his hands and knees to enter him from behind. He felt the cold lube running down his ass. Then he felt it. That dick being forced in him felt like he was going to rip apart.

"Oh, God. That's huge. Ohhh" Dylan moaned.

Jamal wasn't gentle. He stuck it in. Dylan scooted forward. "Back up. Don't run from it. Relax" Jamal sneered at him.

He heard himself groan as that fat dick slammed into him. He was crying out and screaming, "Fuck"

Jamal went at it with abandon, fucking him hard and fast. It was almost more than he could bear. No other part of his body had feeling as his whole attention was to the sensation in his ass. He thought if Jamal went any faster, he would die.

"Is that what you want?"

"Fuck me" Dylan cried out. He wanted every bit of it.

He slammed into him. Dylan just had to yelp with pain and pleasure as Jamal sodomized him. It hurt but the pleasure as his prostate got slammed was indescribable. He longed for it to stop and dreaded it too. He wanted to cum and he wanted to let it linger.

"That shit's open now. You're going to get fucked now."

"Oh fuck, fuck me" Dylan cried.

That fat, long dick impaled him and rammed into him in rapid fire. The sound of Jamal's fat balls slapping against his ass was like a machine gun. He was driving deep and fast. Then Dylan could help himself. He wasn't rubbing himself or touching himself but he felt it coming. Nothing he could do was going to stop it. It was involuntary. Unless Jamal stopped he was going to cum. Yelling out, he felt himself explode. The power of the orgasm was so great that he almost passed out. He couldn't think straight. Dylan just dropped his head down, trying to get blood there as he was lost in a cloud of pleasure. Jamal was piston fucking him now, oblivious to it all. Dylan was just a hole and he was filling it. Then, in one deep plunge, Jamal nutted.

They smoked a bowl together and then Jamal drove him back to campus. Dylan wanted to call Alex but figured he was with the girl. So instead, he went back to his room. Cass and Audrey were asleep, naked in Cass's bunk as he quietly crawled in the top one. He was sore down there. As he fell asleep, he reflected on what had happened. He had been used as a piece of meat, fucked senseless and discarded. But he couldn't say it was a bad night. In fact, despite not being able to walk right, it had been a good night but not one that he wanted to repeat often.