"A lot of fun," He said as he opened the door to the basement.
At the bottom of the stairs was a very nice rec-room that accommodated two pool tables. Beyond that I could see a room with a giant screen television. I was led down a hallway pass three closed doors. Dom unlocked the forth door and told me to go in. Without a word he closed and locked the door behind me. There were two other guys around my age in the room. They were of course naked. They were sitting in two of the three padded straight chairs which were the only furniture in the room. I was surprised to find that one of them was a team mate of mine from swimming, Jerry Hillcrest. I would have sworn that he was 100 percent straight. I didn't recognize the other guy.
"Hi John, welcome," Jerry said with a bit of an embarrassed smile, "Guess we should have been talking more. This is Jason Stillman."
"Hi Jason, John Campanelli."
When he stood to shake my hand I saw that Jason was on the short side, probably no more that five-seven. A quick glance between his legs told me height was not an indicator of dick size. It seemed strength was not proportional to height in his case either. He had a barrel chest and bulging biceps.
"Hi, good to know you John. Have a seat."
As we talked I learned that Jason was a weight lifter. Since the weight room was in a different building they used a different locker room. I wondered if participation in athletics as well as sex with guys was part of the admission criteria. I hadn't met a single AOK that wasn't involved in some sport.
After a while the door opened and three robed figures entered. It was Dom along with Jason and Jerry's task masters. Jerry's task master was a senior that was on the swim team, Caleb Robinson. I wondered if he was the one who had told the others about the incident with the coach. Caleb was a tall chocolate skinned African American. I had already learned from the locker room that all black men did not have the stereotypical huge endowment. I had showered with him and knew his cock was about the same in length and girth as mine. It was the color of their cocks that had always fascinated me when I saw black men naked. Being from a small town where people of color were rare. I was in eleventh grade before I shared a locker room with an African American. I don't know what I was expecting when he took off his pants but it wasn't a dark colored dick. Caleb's cock was so much darker than the rest of his body it looked almost black. After embracing bisexuality the thought of sucking his dark meat found its way into my fantasies. I didn't know Jason's mentor who as it happened was another black man. He was lighter skinned and shorter than Caleb. No one bothered to introduce us. Not that it mattered since I was too busy wondering what his cock looked like to have remembered his name.
"On your feet, pledges," Caleb called out in a clear deep voice.
The three of us immediately jumped to attention. The task masters walked by us as if conducting a military style inspection. They each gently fondled our nut sacks as they passed.
"Come with us," Dom said as the three robed figures filed out the door.
We formed a line and followed them like lemmings. We followed them back up to the main floor, but instead of leading us back to the big living room they took us to another stairway just off the kitchen. They led us all the way to the third floor of the old mansion. I could not guess the original purpose of the room we entered. It was large and had a polished oak floor that seemed to be made for dancing. I thought it odd that a ballroom would have been put on the third floor of a house however. The wall opposite us had a huge Palladian style window that stretched from the floor to the ten foot ceiling. Outside the big window I could see the lights of campus and the small town beyond. The only furniture in the room was a long table. Six robed figures with heads bowed sat behind it silently. Brock emerged from the shadows in the corner and spoke.
"Pledges, come stand at the window of truth." We followed him to the window and stood naked exposed to anyone who might happen by and look up. Of course it was late so that was unlikely. I wondered how many had stood in that same spot looking out on the world nervous about what the coming days would bring.
"Beyond this glass is the world. Inside this glass is the safety of the brotherhood. Once you have proven yourselves and are of the brotherhood you will be within the windows safety even when out with the others. The brotherhood will always be a haven."
His tone and the thought of being part of something that he made sound so special made my spine tingle. For the first time I was excited at the prospect of being an AOK. I instinctively knew that the brotherhood was a place where I would never feel ridicule or have to fear showing my true self.
"This room is sacred. It is where the council of the brothers conducts its business. Tonight the council performs one of its most sacred rituals," Brock continued.
In the months to come I would learn all about the council and its rituals. At that moment listening to Brock all was unknown to me. Being paddled and even being paraded around the house naked were common rumors about frat hazing. Had I not known about the sexual nature of the AOKs I might have not yet realized that there was anything different there from the other frats. That was about to change.
"Pledges turn and present yourselves to the council," Brock barked.
The three of us turned as one. The council members were still bowed leaving their faces unknown to us. Brock led us to within a foot of the table and took the middle seat behind the table. Our task masters moved behind us and placed their hands on our shoulders. The council members raised their heads and removed their hoods. I recognized two of the six members. Seated together on the right side of Brock were the two guys who had visited me in the infirmary, Eric Thompson and Calvin O'Connell. The rest were seniors that I did not know. Introductions were not forth coming.
"Pledges, in a minute you will pledge yourselves to the brotherhood. Once you take the pledge you will be held to it even if you later decide not to stay with us. The brotherhood is very serious about protecting its secrets and enforcing the pledge. If you do not want to be held accountable for all time say so now," Brock read in a formal tone.
None of us spoke. Dom gave my shoulders a gentle encouraging squeeze. He was so close I could feel his warm breath on my neck. When he shifted I could feel the fabric of his robe brush against my bare skin.
"Good, then you are ready to pledge to this council. In so doing you pledge by proxy to the entirety of the brotherhood no matter where they are in the world."
We were each handed a card containing the words to the pledge. The council stood and began to speak as one.
"As brothers we reaffirm our pledge to hold sacred the rituals and ways of the brotherhood and our fellow brothers. On this night we stand facing the window of truth looking upon those who wish to be welcomed into our fold. It is with humility and pride in the greatness of the brotherhood that we now stand ready to hear their pledge."
The council members stared straight ahead as if we were not there. They had a look like they might be meditating.
"It is now time for you to pledge your bond to the brotherhood," Broke said solemnly. "As you come to us with all bared, vulnerable with nothing hidden, we too shall bare ourselves to you. We do this to show our sincerity and open desire to welcome you."
A previously hidden door behind the council opened and seven brothers clad in t-shirts and shorts entered the room. They moved behind the council members as robes were unzipped. The attendants silently slipped the robes from the shoulders of the council members. They stepped back against the wall leaving the seven men naked. Oddly, with the council members standing there naked I suddenly felt more exposed than I had all evening. It felt like the eyes of the attendants were boring into me. Again Dom squeezed my shoulders. At Brock's prompting we read the pledge together.
"I stand before you to ask that in your wisdom you allow me to attempt to prove my worthiness. I am fully aware of the greatness of the task ahead. I believe the prize is worth more than the cost. I stand here stripped of all pretenses seeking to be enveloped in the safety of the brotherhood. I ask that you take me into the fold. In return I pledge to hold most sacred any and all rituals and other matters that occur within the brotherhood. I make this pledge freely with the knowledge that I seek a great trust. I am honored and humbled at the prospect of receiving that trust."
