“Is this it?” Hunter was unimpressed. “Wow, so glad I travelled hours for such a mansion.”
If Luca was aggravated by the rib, he didn’t show it. “Just the first stop on our way. After me, and don’t forget your bag.” He stepped out of the driver’s seat and beckoned Hunter to follow him, luggage in tow. They entered the building, and Luca flicked on a light. The room was empty except for dozens of cubby-sized wooden cabinets, stacked floor to ceiling. They didn’t have locks, just labels with names signed in neat handwriting. Luca led hunter to the last row, and near the end at eye-level was a cubby with Hunter Williams scrawled on the label. Luca opened the locker and stared at Hunter expectantly.
“Well?”
“Well, what?” Hunter snarked back.
Luca sighed, grabbed Luca’s bag from him, and placed it in the locker. “Have to do everything with you initiates don’t I. Now the clothes.” And the expectant look was back.
Hunter stared, mouth slightly open. “What, the clothes I have on?”
“No, the clothes I already put in your locker.” Luca’s voice dripped with sarcasm as a sly smile crossed his face. “Of course the clothes you have on. Did you not read the brochure?”
Hunter frowned. He vaguely remembered his stepdad throwing some pamphlet in his face the same day he told Hunter about the reform school. He also vaguely remembered throwing the pamphlet in a bonfire later that night. Luca reached into his jacket pocket and pulled a small pamphlet out of the pocket. Turning to the last page, he pointed to a paragraph written in fine print.
Disclaimer: The Men’s Society and all affiliated programs adhere to strict dress codes while on Society Premises. Any personal apparel, excluding body jewelry and accessories, must be removed and stored while on Society property.
Fucking Dave. Leave it to him to abandon me at the weirdest summer camp in the world. He didn’t even read this before throwing it at me. He’s so concerned with status and his perfect life. I bet he heard he could send me away for months and protect his spotless reputation and leapt at the opportunity, two birds one stone. Beneath the anger, Hunter felt a bit stung.
“You can’t be serious! No way I’m getting naked around a bunch of… a bunch…” He stared in shock as Luca stripped in front of him. His body was covered in lean muscle, not bulky but also not reedy thin. As he pulled his undershirt over his head, the definition of his pecs and abs came to life, and his smooth waxed armpits glistened with sweat from wearing a suit in summer weather. Luca neatly folded his clothes, placed them on a bench, and continued onto his pants. Hunter quickly turned his head, staring dumbly at the locker in front of him. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he watched keenly as Luca stripped the underwear off of his defined butt cheeks. His eyes lingered on Luca’s gently swaying soft cock, rocking back and forth over his meticulously waxed scrotum, a pink trail leading to Luca’s obscured hole. Hunter swallowed the saliva that filled his mouth, and again fixed his eyes on the locker in front of him.
“Comfortable now?” Luca’s voice commanded his attention, and Hunter turned back toward the Italian man. He gazed at Hunter, unabashed, closing his own locker with his suit folded neatly inside. Hunter wondered if it was some weird kind of hazing. He’d heard enough about it from his friends who made it to college and joined frats. But then again, if I’m getting hazed, why is Luca also naked?
But Luca didn’t stop there. He took a small bottle and rubbed a few drops of oil across his arms, giving the tan skin a sheen. He then pulled from his bag a set of round golden bands that he slid above his biceps, where they squeezed his arms and made the muscles bulge further. The action would have been impossible without the oil, as Luca had to squeeze the bands past his supple forearms and biceps, and once the oil evaporated, it would be impossible to remove the bands without applying more. He repeated this action for two large gold bands that slid to the center of Luca’s toned thighs. Last he put on a thick gold collar with a concealed hinge in the front that stretched from his collarbone to his adam’s apple. The metal dug into the base of Luca’s chin as he bent his head forward. He took a small opened padlock, slid it through the loop in the back, and snapped it shut with ease that came from experience. When he was finished, he looked like an ancient roman slave, ready to do his emperor’s bidding. Hunter realized his mouth was open and a small string of drool was falling from the corner of his mouth, and hastily wiped it.
“These gold cuffs and collar are reserved for the more experienced servants. As a new initiate, you will have to earn your place, starting with nothing. All of our members and guests adhere to code. Our program is founded on strict hierarchy, which we must abide by in every aspect of our lives. After all, you agreed to it,” and Luca produced a slip of paper with Hunter’s lazy signature at the bottom. It was one of the hundreds of court documents he was required to sign. “Now off with the clothes, unless you would like to reneg on your deal with the courts, and serve your time elsewhere?” He was sure Luca was teasing him, but not sure enough to call his bluff. He slowly began to remove his clothes, starting with his zippered hoodie and simple t-shirt.
Even when uncomfortable, the friction against his nipple rings sent pleasure through his chest. He was acutely aware of his pale skin compared to the olive complexion Luca boasted, and the clear lack of muscle on his torso. He wasn’t overweight, but he definitely was not in shape. His poorly trimmed pubic hair also felt painfully mediocre compared to Luca’s precise body. Luca stared unapologetically, taking in Hunter’s chest piece, a stereotypical tribal tattoo he got blackout in a cheap tattoo parlor, the gleaming silver rings through his perky nipples he got when he lost a bet (a bet he secretly threw), and his wiry frame. Hunter placed the clothes in his locker, and paused before moving to his pants. Under Luca’s gaze, Hunter’s cock began to stiffen in his tight jeans, creating a noticeable but not unpleasant bulge down the left leg of the pants.
“It’s ok, it happens to new servants all the time.” Luca’s kind tone encouraged Hunter against his better instinct, and he took the plunge, pulling his pants and underwear off in one go. He didn’t even notice the subtle shift in language from student to initiate to servant. His cock bounced up, pointing toward Luca who was standing only a couple feet away. He resisted the temptation to cover his swollen member, and stood staring at Luca defiantly.
“You take guys to all the nice places, huh?” He tried at his usual snark, and Luca smiled at that.
“Don’t flatter yourself; only the delinquents. Onward we go.”
Hunter followed Luca back to the car, not taking his eyes off the valet’s ass and the two small dimples above his round cheeks. His cock throbbed harder, inches away from the Italian’s hole.