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His hand ushered me out of the apartment. I nodded as I locked my door and then followed him down to the elevator.

We walked together to the bus stop and rode it forty minutes out of town toward the suburbs.

"This is our stop," Jacob said with a nod.

We walked over to a large house. It looked like any you would find in typical suburbia: fancy, well-kept lawn, and new. Jacob knocked on the solid oak door.

"Welcome," A deep voice said, "Come in." It ushered after opening the door.

Jacob walked in, and I followed, closing the oak door behind me.

A blonde man with piercing blue eyes stood near the door. He was wearing a green polo shirt and khakis. He gave off typical all-around American dad vibes. His chest was hard and solid, and his pecks poked against the fabric of his polo.

"Welcome," he said in his deep, rich voice that oozed charisma. I'm Samual; you can call me Father Sam."

"Thanks for having me," I said, shaking Father Sam's strong, sturdy hand. "Jacob spoke highly of the club; I'm hoping to make some friends after just moving here, so I'm really excited for my initiation."

"Oh, are you? I'm not sure what Jacob told you. It's a pretty well-kept secret what our initiation is, but I am glad you are excited. We don't always get that." Father Sam laughed, "You picked a good one here, Jacob. She'll do nicely."

He patted my back warmly as he walked off.

"Time to robe up; meet us all in the back. Show him his locker, Jacob." Father Sam called back as he walked away.

"This way to the lockers," Jacob waved as he walked me over.

I walked past at least twenty guys. All the various ages; some looked 19, 20, or in their 30's, and a few looked older. All of them had a chiseled look, or abs, at least. They were all fit as could be. Most of them were shirtless as we walked through the locker room. It was a typical checkroom, a basement filled with lockers and mirrors. A long hallway on each end leads to various rooms in the house. On one side of the wall, Glass doors led to the backyard. Most of the men already robbed were walking out towards there.

"Here you are," Jacob said as he opened a locker next to a mirror for me. "Put your clothes in here; I gotta get my robe."

I looked in the locker but didn't see a robe. "Do I get a robe, too?"

"Strip, you will get your robe later," Jacob said softly as he walked to his locker. I looked back and saw him taking off his shirt.

I looked in the mirror next to my locker. The young man looking back at me was my reflection. I had sea-blue eyes and tousled brown hair. Pale as could be. Your stereotype of a young guy just out of college. Tlal, but lanky. There is nothing remotely "alpha" or manly about me. I worked out here and there, but I wasn't as handsome or built as the men around me. I stripped down, throwing my clothes in the locker. Fear and excitement tickled my spine at being nude at this club that was starting to feel more like a cult.

When I turned around, everyone had left for the backyard. I was the last one to undress. I looked at the door, and Jacob was on the other side, fully robed in his dark black robe, waving for me to come over.

I walked over, shivering a little as the warmth of clothes no longer surrounded me. I took a deep breath as I opened the door, fully nude, letting the cold evening air tickle my skin and make my dick recede to a more shriveled form. How embarrassing, I thought.

Jacob looked at me, smiling as he cleared his throat.

"Come with me and lie on the table, John. It's time for you to join. You've been chosen to have a great honor amongst the cult. Father Sam has seen it. Come forward." Jacob said, his dark hood covering his face. He held out a hand to me.