The Pledge

Nic Sahara eyes Zak Bishop with a plea, begging the frat bro to sponsor his pledge. Zak smirks, power humming in his veins—he won't lift a finger without a taste. Nic offers everything, desperate for that edge, and Zak seizes it, craving nothing but the pledge's thick cock claiming every inch of him, raw and relentless. Nic unzips fast, his uncut length springing free. Zak sinks to his knees, lips parting to swallow that big dick whole. He swirls his tongue, sucks deep, coaxing the college stud to iron hardness in slick, eager strokes. Satisfied, Zak climbs aboard, impaling himself on Nic's bare shaft, riding with a hunger that borders on worship. The rhythm builds, but Zak craves surrender. He rolls to his side, yielding control, and Nic thrusts in smooth and deep. Pounds follow—hard, unyielding—each slam of that thick, raw cock ripping a shout from Zak's throat. Nic targets the spot, drilling Zak's prostate until the frat guy's body quakes. He flips Zak onto hands and knees, grip firm on hips, and resumes the assault, a piston of flesh driving home without mercy. Nic holds back until the edge bites, then yanks out to unleash ropes of cum across Zak's heavy balls. Still pulsing, he shoves back inside the slick, stretched hole, fucking with savage intent until Zak erupts, his own load splattering the sheets, body arched and spent. Cum drips from Zak's ass as they collapse, the air thick with sweat and seed. Has this raw frenzy, this intimate marking, sealed Nic's bid for brotherhood?