Chapter 8: Task #6: Five Guys. One Pledge.

Yesterday, they made me drink from the Brew. Today, I was told I’d earn it straight from the source.

“You’re not here to party, pledge,” Chase had said. “You’re here to serve.”

I was on my knees in the center of the room, surrounded. Five guys, shirtless, sweating, towering. The same couch from yesterday loomed behind me, now occupied by Lucas and Brett, legs spread, cocks hard and glistening. Chase leaned against the wall, his jeans already open, abs flexing each time he stroked himself lazily. Joshua stood nearby, sipping from a bottle of water like he had all the time in the world, his thick length bobbing with every breath. And Jace ... Jace was behind me, already smirking like he owned the moment. Like he owned me. Maybe he already did.

I wasn’t sure where to start.

But they made the choice for me.

“Let’s see how good your mouth really is,” Brett said, kicking his sweat-slicked foot toward me. “Pick one, pledge. You’ve got five hungry guys. Don’t make us wait.”

Before I could respond, Lucas snapped his fingers and pointed to his lap. “Here. Warm me up.”

I crawled over, hands trembling slightly, and wrapped my lips around the base of his cock. He was already thick, warm, pulsing—his taste hit me instantly, slightly salty with the clean tang of sweat and skin. He grunted, resting his arm behind the couch as I bobbed slowly, finding rhythm.

“Fuck, you moan prettier than half my hookups, pledge,” Lucas said, hips starting to move. “Don’t stop. Right there.”

But I didn’t get to stay long.

Brett tugged my arm. “Share, Lucas. It’s my turn.”

He yanked me toward him by my hair, pulling me off balance. In one swift motion, I was dragged sideways onto his lap.

His cock slapped against my cheek, leaving a smear of pre-cum that made the guys holler.

“Here you go, pledge,” Brett grinned, hand fisting in my hair. “I know you like sweaty balls”