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CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
EXAMINATION
"Nicholas, old buddy, I think I have fallen in love with you. In fact, I'm pretty sure of it. So what are we going to do about that?"
I sat now on the edge of our own bed, still in the darkness just prior to dawn. Nicholas did not answer, for he was still sound asleep three feet away, sprawled on his back across his side of the bed but intruding slightly into my side, flaunting his morning boner, which stretched up past his navel. He hadn't heard a word of what I said.
Just as well, I thought. That was just for practice, anyway. I'd wait for the right time before spilling my guts to him for real.
That big, fat dick looked pretty savory. I leaned over and took the head of it into my mouth and gently swirled my tongue around it. Nicholas sighed, but did not stir. I lay my head onto his abdomen with perhaps a third of his cock in my mouth, and just stimulated it with my tongue and lips while I fondled his large, heavy balls and relaxed scrotum with my fingers. Nicholas sort of purred, but otherwise continued to snooze. After ten minutes, I could tell he was getting ready to let go of his first load of the morning-his breathing sharpened and jerked a little bit in slumber. Just as the second big squirt of his primo nut-juice shot into my mouth, the rapping of our morning wake-up knock pounded at our door and into our room like a drum-beat. Nicholas' limbs jerked up off the bed, his eyes rolled up like window-shades, and he gushed out a third big glob of man-goo into my mouth, all in the same second.
"What the fuck! Damn, man, it's you. I thought somebody dynamited my balls!"
"That's what it would take to wake you up, Sugarbear. I've been chewing on your bone for ten or fifteen minutes." I wiped cum off the side of my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Did I just cum? In my sleep, and I missed it?"
I slapped his butt as he turned to rotate out of the bed on his side. "You have so many cums, you can't expect to notice them all, Firehose."
Nicholas loved all my many and varied terms of endearment. He was grinning as he came over to give me a kiss on the lips.
"Yep. You've got sperm-breath. So you've had your morning protein shake, then."
He picked up his trainers with one hand and grabbed my ass with the other, as I pulled open the door and led the way into the hallway toward the johns, joining a stream of other naked men in pairs, half sporting morning wood, many scratching at their crotches or draping an arm across their buddy's shoulder or ass. It was damn early in the morning, but everyone seemed in good humor.
We sat next to one another and shit out the previous night's cum-loads, with complete lack of self-consciousness, like old Marines.
Afterwards, we trooped down the back stairs, slipped on the trainers, and dashed off on our morning run. We were so in-shape by this time that it was no strain at all to talk and run at the same time.
"What did you think of our little party last night?" I wanted to know.
Nicholas' eyes glinted. "Next time, I get Adam," he replied.
"You didn't think Colin was hot?"
"Sure. Very. I think he's a nice guy, and I hope we all become friends. It's just that Adam is, well, Adam. He's got that special thing, that spark. I just want a turn with him, that's all."
"You got it, Ass-hound. Next time around-if there ever is one-you get to plug into the Spark."
He smiled, and we were silent for a moment. Then, "You have that thing, too, you know, that spark."
"Really?" I was genuinely surprised by this sudden seriousness from him. "You think so?"
He nodded. "I know so. I see it in the way every guy here looks at you and relates to you. I'm only surprised some of them haven't found a way to bump me off to have a chance at you."
I smiled sardonically. "What a shame that would be. Because, whatever IT is, Sparky-boy, you have it, too."
That ended our mutual admiration for the run, but it was a start, I hoped, toward getting into some more pointed conversation about us and our future
After showers and breakfast, Nicholas and I found that we were scheduled for our hair and skin consultation during the morning session. At the appointed time, we went up to a parlor on the main floor of the mansion, where the consultant had set up shop.
He was a six-foot tall, slender, light-skinned black man in his early forties, probably the oldest guy we'd seen doing staff work for this training, other than the club staff. This one was a member, though, we knew immediately, because he was naked. I noticed he had his pubes trimmed to about half length, cut straight across his lower abdomen, which was hairless. He had a sort of oval of curly chest hair on his upper pecs. Around his navel, there was an elaborate cross/star design, and a pair of red lips permanently affixed to his left butt-cheek. His hair was moderately long, gelled, and in ringlets, and he had a large gold ear-ring in his right ear. He was a handsome man, but probably the most feminine-acting we'd met so far, other than our own Gregory, of course.
Supposing he ran some kind of beauty shop or spa, I wondered what sort of career The Association considered to be an appropriate level for a member's personal dream. What if a member only aspired to be a beautician or stylist, would that be enough to satisfy the organization? Luckily, I didn't ask any stupid questions-I found out later that this man, Charles, was head of a very large and prestigious cosmetics firm, just volunteering very much beneath his usual station on behalf of The Association, which had helped him get to the top of his chosen field.
He looked us over critically.
"Yes....Well," he mused, eyeing us as if we were possibly non-planetary creatures.
"Hmm. Well, you two are blank slates if ever I saw them.
"You aren't brothers or cousins or anything, are you?"
We shook our heads.
"Shame. I have this incest fantasy that takes hold of me occasionally. You do look remarkably similar, and could pass for brothers.
"We could do almost anything with you. You have the frame to carry it. Good bones. Nice proportion. Skin's in good shape, tans nicely on its own. Nice feet, I like well-made feet. I won't even mention the meat you got hangin,' I know you are aware of that asset. So what shall we do?"
The possibilities apparently boggled his mind. He spent several minutes walking around us, taking us in from every angle, feeling my ass, which I thought rather unnecessary, and checking Nicholas' teeth like a horse at the fair. He touched Nicholas' ear, and said, "We won't want to cover those, very pretty ears, very pretty."
At last, he said, "Let's begin, shall we. Have a seat there," gesturing at the sofa nearby. We sat.
"Less is more here, I think. We'll let your features speak for themselves. Just a little accent here and there, to draw the eye, that's the thing. You first," speaking to Nicholas, "let's pierce that left earlobe, just once. People need to notice those ears. We'll pick out a nice gold piece to go in there a little later. Hair. You've been cutting your hair just too short."
"Er, I like it short," interjected Nicholas. "Easy to care for, just shower and go."
"Do not disturb my flow of thought, child," Charles reprimanded firmly. "No, it has been too short. You have that wonderful curl, or you will have. Half an inch more, and you become an Archangel. Trust me. Both women and men will wet their pants at the sight."
I grinned smugly at Nicholas, but did not say anything. I knew my turn was coming next.
"Body hair," he continued. "You don't need it. You have that smooth, milk-fed skin, we want it seen. Continue to shave your chest, not much there, anyway. Just clean it up a little, three times a week. While we're piercing, let's do that right nipple, too. Small piece there, just to draw the eye. Pubes. Hmmm. You want pubes, or not? Up to you."
"Uh, er, yes, I think I want some, maybe not long?" Nicholas volunteered hesitangly.
"Just the thing," Charles declared forcefully. "Trim to half an inch. And leave the treasure trail from the navel, only very short, barely visible." He rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Leads the eye right down to the main event. Smashing.
"Could we pierce that beast, too?" he inquired with relish. "I don't know, a PA, or a bar straight through? Frenulum? What do you think?"
"I'll do it if he does," Nicholas hedged. My eyes widened. I hadn't considered that he might want to stick any kind of holes in my favorite parts. My dick throbbed at the thought.
"We'll see," Charles continued. "OK, ink then. Not much, for sure-don't want to detract from this great skin. But maybe just a bit, very tasteful, you know.
"I'll do what Douglas does." Nicholas declared firmly.
Charles sat back thoughtfully. "So it's like that, then. Very well, let's move on to Douglas. Should have done you first, eh?"
"You like your hair short? You can keep it that way. Nice shape to it, very straight, very full, it will work for you nicely, just keep it trimmed, every week, two at the max, you hear?"
I nodded, almost afraid to do otherwise.
"Good, well, we'll get the basic shape down for both of you before you leave.
"No ear-ring on you. You don't have much lobe, and your face is too strong and handsome to mess with. We leave that alone.
"Chest. You have more hair, naturally, than your bro here. Let it grow in above the tits, but keep it down to a quarter inch, you hear? Quarter inch. Leave the trail, too, but clean up the abs. I want that eight pack on display.
"What a cute navel. Does everyone want to stick their tongue in your navel?"
Actually, quite a few had done it, but no one ever commented on it. I shrugged non-committally.
"We'll put a nice, fine gold ring in that. You'll have someone's tongue in it all the time," he declared. "Now, tits, hmm...."
"Both." I blurted out, determined to have some say in this somewhere.
"Oh, why not. They're nice tits, might as well have mouths on them all the time, too. We'll do all this piercing this afternoon, by the way.
"Two things left: cocks and ink. What will it be? This one is up to you, long as you don't overdo it, by which I mean, easy does it."
I had an idea. "You like our feet, you say?"
Charles nodded.
"We used to wear shackles on our ankles. My left one, and Nicholas' right one. How about a band the width of the shackle, to remind us of being bound together?"
Nicholas looked at me somewhat inquisitively, but turned the corners of his mouth up in an assenting smile.
"Oohh. I like that. I have to remember that one. Draws the eye to the feet, but not too much. Nice."
"Like, maybe a Celtic design?"
He nodded. "There's a whole book of them in the other room. We'll get that done this afternoon, too. What else?"
"Well, I thought....a ring in the back fold of my scrotum, for when I'm, er, bent over or on my hands and knees?"
"As you so often are, I warrant. Yes, good, that's fine. Anything more?" Charles was almost drooling now.
"A bicep tat, another Celtic band, on my left arm. And I'm up for a PA, if Nicholas is." Did I say that out loud?
Nicholas grinned. "Why not. I think, though, instead of the bicep band, I'll go with a circular design on my right shoulder, and one on my left pec, opposite the tit ring."
"Delightful. You two are going to look smashing, especially together," Charles declared. "I'll write all this up, and you can report to the room next door, where the technicians are set up, this afternoon immediately after lunch. You'll be all gilded and inked by dinnertime."
We were dismissed after that, and returned to our studies downstairs.
"You OK with all this?" Nicholas asked as we walked. "I mean, does it make you nervous?"
"Only part that does is the PA," I answered. "I mean, I don't like too much messing with the Big Boy. But I do think they look cool, always did. I'd given some thought to it before. I think I'll like it. If not, well, maybe it will close up, maybe not, have to live with it."
"I really like the ankle part. Brilliant. Thanks for coming up with that."
When we arrived at the study room, half a dozen guys in there had newly- acquired body adornments, received in the morning set of appointments. There were navel tats, shoulder and pec ones, hip and thigh ones, along with several piercings of tits, cocks, scrotums, and brows. Both William and Patrick also had PA's, and we fondled and examined them inquisitively. No tongues or lips, though: The Association had begun to accept these new fashions, but kept them to moderate and discrete levels that could be taken out and would not cause permanent disfigurement, especially on the face. We spent the rest of the morning chatting happily like high school girls about our grooming plan for the "afterlife"-after completing our training summer.
For me, that caused a pang of anxiety. Yes, the summer would end, as all summers do. And what then, for Nicholas and for me? I had an idea now what I would look like come August. But what would my life be?