Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
The upperclassmen laughed.
Breck stared at them. Holy fuck. They were serious. What’s more, he’d vowed to himself at the start of this night that he’d accept any challenge.
Jegs jerked his chin. “This shit stays in this house? No one ever finds out?”
“No one. Ever.” Cory raked each initiate with a threatening eye. “Because if they did, we wouldn’t bother looking for the rat. We’d hunt every one of you down and beat your asses senseless. That way, the guilty one pays no matter what.”
Breck exhaled, reassured.
Maybe he could do this.
He squared his shoulders. Clenched his jaw.
Wait. Shouldn’t he be horrified?
Some of the other initiates looked downright aghast. Although, wow. He glanced at the rest. Surprisingly, the majority looked more like him. All but done with making their decision and now just steeling their resolve. Or maybe they were all just that intoxicated. He certainly was. Thing was, where he was concerned, this scenario wasn’t so much about exploiting his lack of inhibitions as it was about ramping up that preexisting curiosity.
Yes, he was drunk. He wouldn’t deny that. But he also had that secret thing for guys. That ‘secret’ being the urge to explore with them sexually. An urge that, again, he’d had since middle school. Something that had nothing to do with beer. Granted, the drive wasn’t as strong for guys as it was for the ladies. But it was there, deep inside, and in this crazy moment in time, he found himself wanting to use this pledge as an excuse. As a legitimate justification to take the plunge.
After all, what other chance would he ever get? It wasn’t like he’d make a move on a guy, and he’d never ever ask a brother out. Why bother? He wasn’t interested in them romantically, didn’t want to hold their hand. He wanted aggression, rough grips, rowdy tugs, hard slams. An aspect of sex he couldn’t get from women.
He met his friend’s eyes.
Jegs shrugged. “I say fuck it.”
One of the initiates named Charlie gaped. “Are you for real?”
“Why not? They all did. And we’re just as tough as they are.” He coughed a small laugh. “Besides, how bad could it be? It’s sex for fuck’s sake. And we’re all fucking drunk. Let’s just do this shit and get back to partying.”
Breck smirked and shook his head. Jegs was one go-with-the-flow motherfucker.
The guy to his left, however, shook his head and stood. “No can do.”
Two others got up as well. “Yeah. Not our thing.”
Breck watched them head out as the seniors looked on. Turning to Jegs, he bumped his fist. “Screw it, I’m in.”
The last three initiates swapped drunken looks then shrugged. “Why not. Us, too.”
Cory blinked, brows hiking, then glanced at his buddies. Then just like that, the seniors erupted into laughter.
“Holy shit!” Dante exclaimed. “You guys would’ve done that?”
Socrates shook his head. “We got some freaks in da house.”
Cory howled, holding his sides. “As if we’d fuck ‘em!”
All the blood drained from Breck’s face.
“So… you don’t wanna…” Charlie sputtered.
“Fuck no!” they shouted in unison.
The sophomores glared, exasperated.
The one named Reggie glanced at the door. “What about the guys who just left?”
Dante shrugged. “What about ‘em? They failed the test.”
“You all are dicks,” Jegs laughed. “That was seriously just wrong.”
Cory coughed. “No, believing we’d wanna fuck your sorry asses is what’s wrong. So now, just for thinking that shit, you’ve earned yourselves another fun little task.”
Breck crossed his arms and eyed him. “What kind of task?”
Cory wagged brows. “Pedicures, you freaky bitches. Now go warm up some water.”
— TWO —
Admittedly, Breck hadn’t been delighted by the prank. He’d been tricked, for shit’s sake, into agreeing to be fucked by a guy. In front of a house full of frat members. And that really pissed him off.
But he’d also been disappointed. Once he’d made the decision, deciding to go for it and not look back, a part of him had actually been excited to explore the unknown.
But those bastards had been playing them, so for the rest of the night, all the initiates got to do was pamper feet. Not fun. What’s more, with as drunk as everyone was, the stupid pedis had morphed into feet worshipping. Which was weird. Once they’d scrubbed the seniors’ soles and buffed their nails, they’d had to lick their feet and suck on their toes.
Of course, Jegs couldn’t resist biting his charge’s little piggy, earning the idiot another lap-dance gig as punishment. Which Breck got to witness this time. And just like Jegs claimed he’d done for his first go, he frickin’ killed it. Hell, by the time he finished, Dante was definitely sporting wood.
Breck closed his eyes as he lay in bed and shoved the memory from his mind. It’d been a week since initiation night. A week since he’d officially moved in. Now he shared a room with Jegs and Charlie.