Page 1 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares (The Society #1)

Issac

T he words “cult” and “secret society” were often associated with each other. What one person called a cult, another called a secret society. But they were very different. Cults had things like suicide, false prophets, and blood sacrifices attached to them.

While the sacrifice part could be in both, the others were not. The prophet thing always made me shake my head. Anybody who blindly followed someone who was a self-proclaimed prophet was insane. That kind of shit wasn’t in a secret society.

That was the defining difference between the two. Cults revolved around religion. For secret societies, it was all about power.

Both organizations were all around us. The Illuminati, The Stone Cutters, Waco, and Jonestown were just a few that had gained notoriety. Tales of their infamy spawned gossip for decades.

The organizations people should really be afraid of, were the ones no one knew were there.

The puppet masters pulling strings behind the scenes, manipulating markets, economic growth, and a myriad of other things.

They were the people who could make a company’s stocks rise, or destroy someone’s reputation, just because they were bored.

The world leaders didn’t control shit.

We did.

That kind of power could make one feel invincible, and in a way, we were. There had been a couple who tried to take us down over the years. Failed assassinations, blackmail, and a few hostile takeover attempts, but none came close to succeeding. Most didn’t even know who the people in charge were.

Anonymity was the real power. One couldn’t snuff out a fire if one couldn’t see what was fueling it. The Society was nothing more than a vague idea in the back of someone’s mind who thought they heard something. We didn’t exist. Not in the way conspiracy theorists whispered.

The greatest trick the devil played on mankind was convincing them that he didn’t exist. Every time I heard that saying, all I could think was, is the devil as fucking bored as I am?

Sighing, I leaned to the right and rested my shoulder on the wall next to the cracked open door. Why was I hiding in a closet in the dean’s office, ready to record him sucking someone off? Why the fuck not? What else was I going to do with my Tuesday night?

“You know the deal, Richard, I don’t bottom.”

The dean’s first name was Richard? He was Richard Richards. His parents must’ve fucking hated him.

“Yes, Sir.” The distinguished leader of our college dropped to his knees and gazed up at Ravi like he was a divine being sent to give him his greatest desire.

While his desire might be about to be fulfilled, the last thing either of the Pierce brothers was, was divine.

A snicker came from the other side of the walk-in closet. “Did the dean just call him Sir?”

Sighing at Levi’s comment, I pulled up the camera on my phone and questioned every single decision that brought me to this point.

Boredom could drive a man to do a lot of things. Like hide in a closet with two of his idiot friends, while waiting for the other friend to get serviced by the dean.

My father once said that the devil was the puppet master for the souls of the damned, and we were the puppet masters for the souls on earth. I thought that was a horrible expression. The devil didn’t waste his time doing shit like this.

“Is Ravi doing it, or what?”

The devil also didn’t have to put up with Levi Jacobs.

I rolled my eyes to an impatiently tapping foot. “What the fuck do you think?”

If Ravi wasn’t doing it, I sure as fuck wouldn’t still be in this closet.

This shit was not my idea of fun. Judging by the glare Slater was giving Levi, I’d say it wasn’t his idea of fun either.

Mind you, it was his brother out there about to get his dick sucked.

Pretty sure that wasn’t high on Slater’s ‘I want to see’ list.

I was here for one reason. To bask in the humiliation of recording the dean on his knees begging for dick like a cock hungry slut. That almost made it worth my time.

“Let me see…” Levi crowded in to twist his head and peek out the crack in the door. “Damn… he’s really going for it, isn’t he? Look at that motherfucker slurp that shit back like a fucking pro.”

Levi’s family may be nobility, but that didn’t mean he had class. Unless his father was around, that is. The second the Duke of Gloucester stepped into the room, Levi suddenly became the classiest motherfucker on the planet.

“Get the fuck away from me,” I quietly hissed while shouldering him back.

The closet we were hiding in wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small either. There was no need for Levi to get in my face. Not to mention, it took a month to set this shit up. I was not going to let him give away our position because he wanted a better view.

“I was only making sure things were going according to plan.”

Bullshit. He wanted to get off on the dean’s humiliation, which was one thing Levi and I could agree on.

Dean Richards walked around here with his nose in the air, as if he were better than everyone else.

He wasn’t so fucking high and mighty with Ravi’s cock shoved down his throat. He looked pathetically needy.

“Come on…” Levi tried to step in again, but I pushed him back.

“Go jerk off in the corner.”

Slater rolled his eyes from the corner he had tucked himself into and pointed at me. “Don’t tell him to jerk off. I don’t want to see that.”

Levi cocked a brow. “But watching your brother get serviced by the dean is okay?”

“I didn’t ask to see this shit either.”

Slater’s contempt wasn’t unusual considering Ravi was his twin brother. I wouldn’t want to be here either. Neither would their four-star general father, who was not happy that one of his precious sons sometimes swung his bat the other way.

“Look at it this way, Slay,” Levi gave him a playful tap on the shoulder. “How often will you have the chance to see what it would look like to fuck a guy?”

“That isn’t something I ever wanted to see.” Unlike his brother, Slater was a strictly pussy guy. Not that Levi cared.

“And if you call me Slay again,” he growled at Levi. “I will fucking punch you.”

Slater also didn’t do nicknames.

Levi’s hand snapped up, grabbing the back of Slater’s head.

“Come on, Slay ,” he taunted while trying to push him closer to the gap in the door. “Take a peek. You know you want to.”

“Fuck off.” Slater smacked his arm off him.

“Will you two shut up?” I should’ve left them at home.

Those two had been pushing each other’s buttons since we were nine, living at the academy together. College wasn’t any different. It was more violent, though. Their stupid pranks evolved from plastic wrap on the toilet seat to surprise elbows in the gut.

“Yeah,” Levi playfully slapped Slater’s chest. “Be quiet.”

Slater smacked him back. “You be quiet.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you back.”

Levi reached up and threw his arm around Slater’s neck while Slater grabbed a fistful of Levi’s collar.

Were they seriously wrestling in the closet? They were worse than toddlers.

“Knock it off,” I whisper-growled when they fell back, making a couple of hangers holding coats clatter.

But it was too late.

Dean Richards pulled his mouth off Ravi’s dick and swung his eyes around the room. “Did you hear that?”

If he found us, I was going to kill them both.

Holding my breath, I shot the two morons a dirty look.

They froze in their entangled position and blinked back at me.

Now they’re fucking quiet.

Thankfully, Ravi was a quick thinker.

“Hey,” he slapped Dean Richard’s cheek. “You aren’t done yet.”

Ravi was also a dick. Then again, we were all dicks. But we could be. Who was going to stop us? No one had the balls to say shit. And if they did, we cut them off, like the dean was about to experience. He shouldn’t have benched Slater for inappropriate behavior.

That chick was asking for it. Running her mouth around school about him.

She’s lucky all he did was cop a feel. I’d have given her exactly what she was telling everyone she got.

That little bitch would get her just deserts tonight when Slater found her tied to his bed. My early birthday present for him.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” the dean muttered, then continued bobbing his head.

My lips curled at his use of the word sir. I don’t know how he did it, but Ravi was fucking smooth.

Slurping sounds once again filled the room, making Slater cringe. “Ugh, kill me now.”

Levi untangled himself from Slater and leaned in closer to me to whisper. “What do you wanna bet, he’s secretly getting off on this?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I didn’t want to be here. I couldn’t imagine how Slater felt. Ravi was his identical twin, in every way. They had the same auburn hair, hazel eyes, and sharp angles to their jaw. Even their dicks were the same size. And how did I know that? Because Levi measured them one night when Ravi passed out.

On the other hand, Ravi and Slater had fucked the same girl at the same time.

So, I could see Levi’s point. Maybe he was secretly getting off on it?

Had my brother survived the third trial, I wouldn’t want to watch him do something like this, let alone share a girl with him.

Then again, if he had passed the third trial, I wouldn’t be here.

Each of the seven families had its own way of running its trials. My father decided to pit his sons against each other. I was seven, my brother was twelve. I could still see the look on his face when I plunged my knife into his heart. He was surprised that I did it.

“That’s enough, get up here.” Ravi grabbed a fistful of Dean Richards’ hair, lifted him off his knees, and bent him over his desk.

I twisted the phone in my hand to get a better view when he tore open a condom. This was the money shot. Anal was something that typically had to be worked into. Not this time. One thrust, and Ravi was balls deep.