The Pledge Masters

Pledge Richards and Pledge Kramer tangled in their room, bodies slick with sweat and hunger. Kramer's sculpted frame—rippling muscles under smooth skin—drew Richards in like a magnet. He traced every inch, from broad shoulders to the thick, throbbing cock that promised endless discovery. Richards gripped Kramer's firm ass, plunging deep and rhythmic, thrusts long and unyielding. Then Pledgemaster Nelson burst through the door, eyes sharp with intent. He shoved Richards aside and claimed Kramer, pounding with urgent force—time short before his 4:00 tennis match with the President. The three fused in a frenzy, limbs entwined, hips slamming in raw, breathless rhythm. Nelson erupted first, hot seed spilling inside. Richards followed, groaning as he unleashed his load. They pulled away, leaving Kramer spent on the sheets. Alone now, he reached for the massive dildo, thick and unhurried. He eased it in, the smooth latex stretching him wide, while his hand wrapped around his enormous cock. No clocks ticking. He fucked himself slow, savoring the glide, until ecstasy hit—cum arcing in a thick, impressive spray across his chest.