Pledge Class - The Blow Job Test1

Note: This story series includes depictions of gay sex, straight sex, bisexual sex, sex between college students and high school students (both male and female), sex between college students and twentysomething (both male and female) and incest (both male and female). If that's not your thing or if it is illegal for you to read this story, then stop. This story is completely made up and does not depict anything true.
Part One is an extended set-up preparing for the the sex in future installments. I'm a fan of story and plot as well as sex and porn.
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Part 1 - The Task

They eyed the envelope nervously.

"C'mon. Open it, already!" Dylan ordered Austin. Austin sighed as he pushed his bangs out of his eyes. Chet, Brandon, and Nick stood off to the side, nervously waiting the news. The envelope looked just like the other four had. Embossed with the Gamma Zeta Omega fraternity logo and "Pledge Class - Task Week 5" handwritten in a fancy calligraphic style.

Austin was the lead pledge this week. The other four had already done their turns. The lead pledge was responsible for the details of that week's test and, when appropriate, to go first.

Week one had seen them get drunk. Really, really, really drunk. As a pledge class, they had been locked into the fraternity basement and ordered to consume the hundreds of bottles and cans of liquor left there. It was an orgy of alcohol - including some types they had never heard of and never wanted to drink again. They worked together immediately. Brandon was the lead pledge that week and had done a great job doling out the booze, the limited food, and keeping an eye on the clock to finish in the 25 hours they had been given. They all spent the next week throwing up and feeling miserable. Nick had gone briefly to the hospital. Chet, who was quite the drinker, hadn't touched a drop of alcohol since.

It was a punishing series of tasks, but the ultimate reward was worth it. Gamma Zeta Omega was a legendary fraternity with a history of incredibly successful and powerful alumni. Their huge frat house was a generous donation from a wealthy alumnus. GZO threw the best parties and always got the hottest girls. Hundreds of guys tired to get into the pledge class and the questioning process was rigorous. Only six of them had made it to the pledge class: Austin, Dylan, Nick, Chet, Brandon, and Jared.

The secrecy of the pledge process was also legendary. No one could say or would reveal what happened during Task Week - five weeks that pledges devoted almost exclusively to five tasks. During the weeks leading up to Task Week, the six boys switched roommates to share rooms in their dorms. Austin and Nick had struck up a friendship from orientation week. Dylan and Jared knew each other from the baseball team. That left Brandon and Chet who remarkably hit it off.

"Open it!" Dylan pleaded again, eager to find out their fate. Austin ripped the top of the envelope. Unlike the first week, there were no more jokes relating to The Amazing Race or other reality shows. As he pulled the card out of the envelope, the five boys all breathed quickly in nervous anticipation. As a fivesome, they had many similarities. They were all freshman and either 18 or 19. While they came from across the country, they were mostly from upper middle class suburban homes. They had each been a little wild in High School, but none had ever gotten in real trouble. None of them did any drugs except for the occasional pot smoking and typical alcohol consumption. They were all very good looking and athletic - every member of Gamma Zeta Omega was. They were all talented and smart - every member of GZO was that too.

Dylan's piecing blue eyes were burning a hole through the envelope. Dylan was wearing one his many school baseball t-shirts. The season hadn't even begun, but his place as the starting third baseman was assured. Dylan could have gone pro, but had opted for college at the urging of his parents and the recognition that he was unlikely to make the major leagues. At 6'3" he towered over Chet standing right next to him. Dylan was in incredible shape, working out several hours a day, his muscled arms jutting out with the veins tensing in anticipation. But his eyes were his most notable feature - instantly memorable and compelling. At least, the most memorable feature while he was clothed. He was occasionally a little too intense and driven, but got along well with most people.

Chet was another matter. Chet was one of those guys everyone liked. At least at first. Chet always was smiling, had a joke to share or a witty comment. He was upbeat and very funny. Because Chet was about 5'6", his big personality masked his smaller stature. He also was quite the ladies' man. That's where he and Austin had found their conflict. In the three months they had been at college, Chet had slept with two different girls that Austin was dating. The second girl, Danielle, had been exclusively dating him for over a month when Austin found her with Chet's cock in her ass in Austin's dorm room of all places. Chet would fuck anyone or anything - and somehow usually did. Maybe it was the sense of humor or the smile or the positive attitude or the self-confidence, but Chet was never at a loss for a girl, or as he put, "a hole to put my cock."

It was surprising Brandon was so close to Chet. As outgoing as Chet was, Brandon was almost silent letting his friend do all the talking. Brandon was 5'11" and the only blond of the group. His true specialty was business. In High School, he had created and then sold two separate businesses. But what most people noted about Brandon was his drop-dead gorgeous face. People always stared at him when he entered a room and he was an instant object of desire with everyone on campus. In High School, his quiet way and intimidatingly good looks had left some people to assume he was stuck up. He had his share of companions - both male and female - but less than one would think. But at Chet's side, he wasn't at loss for girls in college. He never mentioned his gay experiences to Chet.

Nick and Austin had hit it off on the first day of orientation. Austin thought the darker-skinned boy with the spiked hair might be of Spanish descent, but it turned out he was just always tan from trips to the beach or skiing with his family and was just another white kid from the suburbs. Well, not just another kid - Nick was already a published author of both poetry and a second book on the unlikely topic of skiing and teenage philosophy. He was smart, funny, good-looking, kind - he got along with everyone and had an ease about himself. Nick was 5'10" and was taken to wearing necklaces made of shells or stones that would have seemed silly on anyone else. Nick had been dating his girlfriend Skye since junior year and was devoted and faithful to her to the point of obsession. He called her two or three times a day, visited her at her college 100 miles away, had talked repeatedly about transferring, and to the best of everyone's knowledge, not been with another person since they started dating. Excepting, of course, last week's task.

Austin was a serious student. He had known he was going to be a surgeon since he was 5 years old and had directed his studies and energies to that goal ever since. Since he didn't take time for sports, his 6' frame was a bit too skinny and wiry. Only two things ever interfered with his serious focus on pre-med - his car and sex. His car was home in the garage, but his penis had definitely come with his to college. Ever since he had been blown by Sarah O'Conner at Ronnie Wolfe's 13th birthday party, Austin had been a wolf on the prowl. His discomfort with Chet was partially based on the shorter boy's apparent better success with girls. Austin had never met anyone who could charm the pants off a girl more quickly than he could and that grated on him.

The four previous weeks had been grueling. After the drinking binge in week one, they went on a crime spree in week two, successfully taking designated objects from professor's and fellow student's bedrooms while they slept including a toupee, dentures, underwear, diaries, an inflatable sex doll, and one teacher's vibrator. Week three had found them taking photos of people in compromising situations. They had a list of specific photos to get and spent the week pursuing, manufacturing, and stumbling across them. It was tedious and they barely made it, getting the last photo - of two professors having sex - quite by accident when Austin discovered that his one night stand with a high school senior he had picked up in a bar was actually the daughter of his biology professor and a university math professor. When sneaking out of the girl's room in the middle of the night, he came across the professors fucking on their living room couch. A quick cell phone shot later had completed that task.

The boys had promised each other they would never mention the fourth week's task again. Three of the ugliest women they had ever seen. One was at least in her 70s and had no teeth. One was so fat, they were afraid she would crush them. The last was simply hideous. Each of the prostitutes had to be fucked by each of the boys over the course of the week. Nick struggled the most - but they all agreed that this couldn't possibly be counted as cheating on his girlfriend. The sixth pledge, Jared, couldn't do it at all. He was a tall, cheerful Midwesterner as well as the likely fourth outfielder for the baseball team. But he got physically sick each time he tried to fuck the hags. Finally, after throwing up on another attempt, he left and withdrew from the pledge class.

Austin turned to his pledge brothers and cleared his throat. He began to read off the card their final week's task.

"Dear Pledges. Congratulations on making it to Task Week 5. You may find this week's task will more pleasurable than any of the previous weeks - or you may not.

Your task is to give a blowjob to each of your pledge brothers while the others watch. The blowjob must result in ejaculation that is either swallowed by or sprayed on the face of the sucker.

While each pledge is responsible to suck the other four, he may find a substitute under the following conditions: