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I was on the steps waiting for him a little early but Eric was right on time and he picked me up. Slowing this silver Sebring convertible he waved me down to the street. As I climbed into his car he said he had the top down because he loved the fresh air evening air and asked if I minded. He said he loved that free feeling early fall in the air as he cruised the drive from school to the club. We sailed along the drive and then turning left just after Buckingham fountain then he made a right onto Michigan Avenue. Driving past the elegant Art Institute we saw all those elegant people hurrying somewhere. In Chicago they were seemed to be hurrying. Crossing Wacker drive we began passing those all those elegant shops. A sudden gust of wind ruffled his curly black hair as we crossed the river by the Wrigley building. Looking at him his hair blowing everywhere Eric had to be the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen. He was built like an amazon and had the strength of a bull but he was so soft and gentle to be with. Embarrassed at staring at him and even checking out his crotch I tried to make conversation about the elegant shops and stores. We continued north passed the business district until he finally slowed pulling up to a stone entrance with heavy iron gates. Pressing a button on the visor of the car the gates slowly parted sliding back out of our way. He grinned saying I was now entering another world, a world of men. Parking and putting up the top then he shut off the engine. As we got out he engaged the car alarm sighing said we were home. Walking with him across the cobble stone court the club was using as their parking lot Eric told me we had time for a tour of the house before dinner. As we passed through those massive bronze doors into the main hall the sheer elegance of it all was staggering. The interior of that dark dirty red granite building was all so bright and shining on the inside it looked as if it had been built just weeks ago. Polished black marble stairs led to the rich parquet floors and dark paneled walls of the great hall. Around the walls and winding up the elegant curved stairway were heavy guilt frames displaying Old World style paintings of naked Gladiators in the heat of battle. Standing there in that building was like being in another time. It was hard to believe that in the twentieth century a place like this could exist in Chicago. As we moved from room to room of the common areas I was amazed at how old world and beautiful it all was. The lounge was filled with old seasoned tables and beautiful leather chairs. I perfect men's club. Then to the library with the smell of old leather bound books Computers discreetly worked in among desks around the room it was the most elegant study area I'd ever seen. Stopping before one of the oils he blushed and ask if I though it a good likeness of him. Looking up at this hard oiled body shining with sweat and oiled for the battle I had to gasp at the sheer beauty of the man. Discretely I let my eyes travel down the painting look at his cock. It was had to believe a man could be that well endowed. He was an absolute stallion. He had been watching me and I was so embarrassed I began babbling something about how lifelike the painting was we moved from the main rooms. As we ascended the stairs I kept looking at those elegant oils of all those beautiful men in the battles. Eric said the painting were all of the current members. Arriving at the second floor landing Eric told me this was the floor of the members bedrooms suites. In respect for there privacy he could only show me his room. Moving along this long hall of doors massive carved doors we came to the room that had been assigned to him. Eric was saying the bedroom suites were smaller then the common rooms downstairs but no less elegant. As he swung the door open he led me into his bedroom. Looking around the main room or bed chamber was an enormous. A massive four poster bed dominating the center of the room I asked him in amazement if all the rooms had such huge elegant huge beds. Laughing he said no it was made to his design. He wanted enough room to play with his sexslave. Then pointing to the bedposts he said he had his bed designed and equipped with a trapezes for playtime. Looking away embarrassed at that I could see a small dressing room to the left that connected to a luxurious tile bath. We were interrupted then by the chimes of the hall clock ringing out. He said it was growing late we had better hurry to dinner. We ascended the stairs to the third floor landing he walked to two massive carved doors. Opening the doors we entered into this strangely ornately styled room. Eric said it had once been the ballroom but now it served as their assembly room. As we entered and the doors closed behind us I could see in the flickering torches along the wall this enormous rococo room. It was circled by low tables and those were flanked by cushions with older men and young Gladiators reclining at the tables. It was like at a Roman feast. Then Eric and I took our place at the end of one of the tables. Sitting across the room from us I recognized Kevin, Mark, and Joseph, three boys from my quad at school. They were sitting among some of the other dinners. When I mentioned it to Eric he said they were here with their sponsors for membership and I would be in competition against them as well as some of the other young men here tonight that had been pledged. Looking up this beautiful boy clad only in a leather thong began pouring us wine. Looking at his body I was impressed he was so masculine looking and so well proportioned. However I though it very strange he was showing absolutely no basket. Then my eyes were then drawn to the beautiful golden goblets he was setting before us. Looking into that beautiful face of his I ask him if they were real gold. Smiling he just nodded indicating he was unable to talk. Looking around that room there was so much to see but one of the most outstanding features was the elevated polished marble floor in the center because of the footlights surrounding it. Before I could ask Eric anything about the room dozens of naked young men beginning to come into the main doors carrying silver platters of sumptuous foods. Eric laughed at me sitting there wide eyed in amazement. It was like a dream fantasy from another time and place. I told him how wonderful it all was. Giggling he ask me if nudity offended me. Without realizing what I was saying I blurted out I loved looking at naked men, then blushing when I realized what I'd said. Eric said a man’s beautiful body was always a joy for all to behold. He said he knew I would enjoy living here at the club with him. They had a fine staff dedicated of slaves to take care for all our needs. Smiling I thought he was quite a kidder and just winked and smiled. After a sumptuous dinner Eric leaned forward putting his arms around me. Then pulling me close our lips touched and he gave me a long hot passionate kiss. Pulling back in surprise he asked if he'd made a mistake. He thought I was interested in him in that special physical way men had for other men. Looking into those beautiful liquid brown eyes of his and feeling my cock was beginning to respond to him. I had never thought of myself as gay but now everything was so unreal and different. With Eric it was all so natural and normal and I did feel this attraction for him. Leaning toward him I returned his kiss and this time our tongues touched and mingled our juices. Hell yes I thought, I was a lot more than just interested in him, I was in love with him. I rationalized that men had been companions and lovers since the beginning of time so this was nothing different. What I was doing was natural and normal. Before I could think anymore about it one of the slaves that had been attending us interrupted us by setting a bowl of water and linen towels in front of us to freshen ourselves. After washing our hands Eric stood to leave saying that was there sign they must be ready for my interview.