THE ASSOCIATION
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CHAPTER ONE: INVITATION
Awkwardly, my mouth was filled with a large bite of toasted bagel when I perceived the man's presence at my shoulder. I think more than anything, I felt the heat of him there, permeating my tee shirt. He stepped around into my view and gave me a warm, winning smile. Poster Boy for Dental Health Week. I'd never seen him before, but he definitely outclassed the cafeteria at the University.
"May I join you for a few minutes, Douglas? My name is Colin, Colin Edmonds. I have a proposal that I think you will find very interesting."
I made use of my need to chew to look the guy over quickly. He was quite impressive to look at. About my height, at 6' 1", but several years older, maybe twenty- three or so. Freshly trimmed, sandy hair, just medium length. Smooth, tanned complexion, no facial hair. The aforementioned dazzling teeth, still on display. He wore a new, lavender polo shirt, tucked, with pressed khaki slacks, over sockless feet in supple loafers. He looked like a young corporate executive on holiday. Probably an insurance salesman, I thought, resignedly. But for some reason, I wanted to hear what he had to say. I nodded, and he slid gracefully into the chair opposite me.
It bothered me a bit that I had checked this guy out. I mean, I had specifically noticed how wide his shoulders were, and how firm-looking his chest. Well, it would be hard to avoid it, the way his shirt fit like paint, revealing the chiseling of his pecs and even his hard, pointed nipples. But then, there was that flat stomach cinched tightly by his belt. And his sleek, strong-looking thighs. Oh, God, I even checked out his basket. I wondered if he had on underwear. I could see the outline of his circumcised cock an inch below the stride of his trousers.
"I'm expecting someone, my girlfriend, in just a few minutes," I said, letting him know there would be a time limit, but also establishing my hetero credentials, in case he had noticed my wandering eye.
"Yes, I know. But Stephanie has been delayed in some traffic snafu. I think we'll have time to get acquainted a bit while we wait."
I chewed thoughtfully. He knew my name, he knew Stephanie's. What was his deal?
"Doug," I said. "I go by Doug."
"Ah. Yes. I like Douglas, though. A good, solid name. I think you are man enough to carry two syllables now, don't you?"
I shrugged. Get on with it, I thought. I was getting a little nervous. It seemed as if his heat was emanating all the way across the table now. I felt my face flushing a bit. At eight-thirty in the morning, I was due in class very soon, and I did want to check in with Steph, who lived in her sorority and breakfasted there, before I had to leave.
"Well, you are wondering what this is all about. Let me explain. I represent an organization you have never heard of, called The Association. I have come to invite you to apply to be considered for membership."
I started to speak, but he raised his fingers gently and stopped me.
"Here are the particulars. We are not a fraternity, not a service organization, not a cult, or the Masons or anything like that. We are unique, actually. We build men, and we make their careers, even their lives. I will be frank. If you succeed in becoming a full member of The Association, you will be set for life. You will be prepared to achieve your wildest dreams, and you will find every door opening for you. You will be connected to an extended family of friends closer than most brothers, who are willing to do anything for you, as you will be for them. You will have confidence and poise such as you never imagined. The world will be your oyster, and you will also have the opportunity to accomplish much good. Sound pretty attractive?"
I straightened myself in my chair. For some reason, my crotch was starting to get kind of warm, too. I didn't want matters to go any further.
"Yeah, especially if you could get me into med school. This school has a great reputation, but so far, I'm not exactly burning the place down, grade-wise. I have a feeling that it took a little pressure from my dad just to get me in here, you know. But on a two-point-four GPA, even dear old Dad is going to have some trouble with Johns Hopkins."
You know how they say, "Well, it isn't brain surgery"? Well, with my father, it IS. He is very successful and quite renowned at it, too. I had every possible advantage and opportunity growing up, and don't get me wrong, I was not by any means a troubled kid. I just didn't avail myself of all the learning opportunities with which I had been presented, that's all.
"If you go with us, you'll be on the Dean's List next term."
"I hope you know what you're up against."
"Douglas, does the phrase, `not achieving at the level of his ability' ring a bell with you?"
"Yeah, and it would with my parents, too."
"Did you know that your I. Q. is 147?"
"Er, no, I guess not."
"We can have you on the Dean's List. Although, I will admit that your rather compulsive underachievement has been the cause of the greatest hesitation on our part in making the decision to select you. That is where you lost the most points, ever since we began observing you in ninth grade. But you have some compensating strengths, Douglas, and we are confident we can straighten out the academics. If you want us to."
I looked intently into the exceedingly handsome face opposite me. Robert had the most intense, captivating blue eyes. I needed another bite of bagel and a sip of coffee while I considered what he had said. Observing me since ninth grade! What is this outfit? But that was not all I had to consider. At this point, my dick had decided, on its own, mind you, to achieve full erection. It was straining uncomfortably against the strong fabric of my cargo shorts.
"And why would I NOT want you to. I mean, what's the downside of all this?"
"Ah, yes. I was just getting to that, not that it is such a bad thing. It is actually quite a GOOD thing, really, since it will accomplish such an important purpose. But you must know what you are getting into, and you must accept our terms, so here it is.
"This summer, you will be ours for the molding. You will attend our training camp, along with some three dozen others from schools here in the northeast. You will hand over your freedom to us, and you will do exactly as we say, when we say it, without any lip or guff. You will accept our discipline and our judgment in every way, including our final judgment as to whether you are Association material or not. I'm not going to kid you, it will be very rugged, sometimes frightening, and occasionally even painful. You will work hard, past the breaking point. And when we put you back together again, by September, you will be a man to be reckoned with."
Damn, those eyes. What was it about them? I squirmed, attempting to shift my hard cock to a more comfortable position.
"Outward Bound, huh? Well, what if I find I like myself the way I am? Can I quit?"
Colin shrugged negligently. "You can quit. We can kick you out. Nothing personal, no hard feelings either way. Except for one thing. Once you enter our training camp, everything you see, hear, and learn there is take-to-the-grave secret. Even if you don't stay the course, you are bound by a code of silence about The Association. Violation leads to dreadful, dire, life-ruining consequences."
"What, you bump me off if I talk?"
"Worse. You remember all those doors I mentioned earlier? Closed. Nailed shut. Every one. And don't test me on this: we can do it, and have done it."
Damn, he was cute when he looked serious. --Did I even think that?
"What's this cost? Because I'm not so sure my old man..."
"No cost to you. You have been selected, after long and careful study."
I felt my resistance crumbling. I put up my next-to-last test. "References? Can you give me the name of someone I can check you guys out with?"
"Of course. Your father."
I looked stunned. "My dad? He never said a word about...what the fuck?"
"Even now, he'll only say, yes, he's in, and yes, you should go for it. That's all he's permitted.
"Is this some kind of legacy thing?"
"No, not really, though the same families often do continue to produce good material for us. We always at least run our present Associates' sons or grandsons through the first level of consideration. In your case, your grandfather and one uncle are also with us. But don't ever forget this: you have been selected by your own merits! No amount of influence or pressure could ever sway the selection committee. In fact, precious few of our Associates would ever even attempt such a thing.
"One more tidbit, just for your information. It wasn't your dad who got you into this university a year ago."
"Oh. Wow. I mean, I thought. I didn't know...."
"But that's history. From now on, you make your own way, until you achieve full membership, understood?"
"Sure. I'll call him tonight, though, when he's through at the hospital, OK?"
"He'll be phoning you this afternoon. You'll find him a very happy man."
"One more thing. How about Stephanie?"
"Ah. Yes, Stephanie. Beautiful young woman, by the way. This summer, you will not see or contact Stephanie in any way. You can tell her you are doing a self- reliance thing out west, and you'll be out of phone range, and all that. And when you return, you will be very, very fuzzy on the details of what you did over the summer. She can never know about The Association. We have quarterly gatherings of our members, but you'll have to pass those off as professional meetings and such. This is just among us."
Damn, that did not seem fair or easy. That would be the most difficult part of this whole thing. But if Dad did it, and if this outfit had helped him get where he is today....
"Did Stephanie tell you about the summer study program in France she's been offered?"
My blank expression told him she had not.
"Just fish around a bit, she'll tell you. If she were occupied with that, she wouldn't resent your absence all summer."
Colin stood and offered his hand. I did look him in the eye as I shook it, but damned if on the way I didn't take notice of his trouser-leg again. Yep, he was circumcised alright. Definitely no underwear. And dangling at least an inch further, and proportionally plumper now, too.
"You finish your finals a week from Friday. Our car will pick you up Saturday morning at eight."
"What do I bring?"
"Not a thing. We are expecting you."
He smiled at me knowingly, then turned and walked across the dining room to the far exit. Yes, I watched his shapely ass all the way, and I was very far from being the only one doing it. My dick burned, twitched, and emitted a big glob of pre-cum, and I groaned to myself.
Let's get one thing perfectly clear, right from the beginning. I am straight as an arrow. I am not, repeat not, sexually attracted to men. I've never had sex with one, and never wanted to. But girls, especially Stephanie! We fuck like hamsters, and there were others before her, too. So let's not have any misconceptions along that line.
But if I'm going to tell this at all, I'm going to tell it straight. While I am not attracted to guys per se, there are a few guys who have an inexplicable electrifying effect on me. Tom Parker, my back-up quarterback in high school, was one. I could never go into the shower if he was there, it just wasn't safe. I'd pop a woodie every time. So I showered with my defensive line, claiming it was a team spirit thing, because they protected me and all. They were big, hairy-assed bull-necked guys, and I was limp as a dishrag around them.
Now it appeared that this Colin guy was one of them, too. I wondered if he would be around at all this summer, or if he was just a recruiter. If they found out about my little problem, I'd be back home to Steph again in short order, that was for sure. I glanced at my crotch. It was as lumpy as ever.
I caught the scent of her just as her arms came around my shoulders. It was Stephanie.
"Ooh, honey. Did you miss me?" she crooned. No doubt she was noticing the big bulge in my shorts.
I gave her a lop-sided grin. "Funny, I was just thinking about you, sweetie."
She gave me a big, deep kiss, and then swiveled around to sit where Colin had been, apologizing for being late. "It was weird. Two cars broke down just ahead of me, in both lanes. And there were two big dump trucks behind--nobody could move for the longest time."
It was time to move on toward class, so we set out across the quad. Along the way, I brought up summer plans. We both had lined up menial jobs for the summer, just so we could stay in town together instead of living apart with our parents. I was going to keep the apartment I had been sharing with Al, my only high school bud who enrolled here, and Steph was going to move in with me.
"Did I see a flyer over in Gravely Hall about some kind of program in France this summer?" I asked innocently.
"You might have. Professor LaMont has been pressing me to go on that, even now at the last minute. She says she has a spot to fill. Say, she didn't talk to you about it, did she?"
"No, not at all. I just saw it, and I thought, what a shame for you to miss out on that. How many credit hours?"
"Only six, but a big boost on conversation and accent. But Doug, I want to spend the summer here, with you!"
"That's sweet. I want it, too. But not if it means you miss out on a great opportunity you'd regret forever, Steph. You should've talked to me about it. I can find something to do, too, you know. There's this program I heard about--no credit or anything--but it's supposed to be a big academic help, and I could sure use that! Let's do it, Stephanie. We'll both be better off, and in September we can go ahead and get an apartment together and make up for lost time."
"We could start making up for it after class," she suggested. It was her sultry voice, and it made my hard-on twinge again. We'd reached Gravely Hall, and I gave her a big, deep kiss of my own. "You tell LaMont you're in, and I'll meet you here at eleven. Then we can go to my place and enjoy each other for lunch."
That's what we did. Interrupted only by my dad's excited phone call, we spent the afternoon with my dick inserted into her in various ways. I tried to cum enough to last me all summer, and give her enough orgasms that she wouldn't even glance at any Parisian men. I seemed to be eternally hard and insatiable, even more so than usual. But part of the time, I must admit, my imagination was haunted by the image of a stunningly handsome male face with piercing, all-seeing blue eyes.