The Pledge Masters

Under Upperclassman Anderson's stern watch—Race Jensen in the flesh—Pledge Collins, that's Mike Gregory, gets tasked with tidying the President's room. He rummages through the footlocker, fingers tracing forbidden toys, when the door swings open. Pledge Thomas—Ryan Edwards—bursts in, mistaking the scene for something official. He snaps to attention, oblivious to Collins's pledge status. Collins pounces, pressing a dildo to Thomas's lips; the newcomer sucks it eagerly while Collins sheathes his cock in latex and thrusts deep into that tight ass, filling it with raw rhythm. Anderson strides back in, eyes narrowing as he clocks the deception. Collins has twisted the game for his own thrill. 'Out,' Anderson barks at Thomas, who scrambles away. Then, to Collins: 'On your knees, pledge.' Collins drops, nose burying into Anderson's crotch, inhaling the musky heat. His tongue laps at the fabric before freeing the hardening length. He takes it deep, throat stretching around the girth, then Anderson spins, offering his sweet ass. Collins dives in, tongue swirling, probing that puckered ring with hungry laps. 'Ride me,' Anderson growls, permission laced with command. Collins straddles him, sinking onto that massive pole, the stretch a delicious burn. He bounces, up and down, muscles clenching until ecstasy shatters him—he erupts across Anderson's chest in hot spurts. Anderson flips him roughly onto knees, plowing deep, relentless strokes driving Collins to whimpering surrender. On his back now, legs splayed, Collins takes the final assault. Anderson unloads, drenching the pledge in a thick whitewash of cum, ropes painting his skin like surrender's signature. 'Clean this mess,' Anderson orders, rising. He heads off to rat out Collins's sly betrayal to the council.