The Pledge Masters

Jack Lofton, the defiant pledge Walker, lands in President Martin's office, a last-ditch effort to forge rebellion into willing obedience. Over Martin's knee, the fraternity paddle cracks down, igniting Walker's ass in a blaze of sharp stings. Martin barks the order: strip bare and lick my boots clean. Walker obeys, tongue tracing leather until Martin shoves a thick dildo deep into his ass, stretching him wide. Squat on it, Martin commands, and Walker drops low, impaling himself while wrapping lips around Martin's rigid cock. Martin grips his hair, forcing every inch down Walker's throat as the dildo sinks deeper still—a double claim that leaves Walker gasping. Satisfied with the worship at his feet, Martin clamps Walker's nipples, twisting until pain blooms into plea, then spreads wide for Walker's tongue to probe his hole, slick and insistent. They shift to the bed, Martin eyeing Walker's every squirm as he mounts the dildo once more. Then Martin thrusts in, his cock slamming home into that eager, yielding ass. He pounds relentlessly, bodies slick with sweat, until both erupt—hot spurts filling the air and Walker's depths. Martin pulls out, spent and smug, certain now that Walker will kneel in line, humble and devoted to his frat brothers' every whim.