Branded

Carlos Morales and Ivan Andros stand there in nothing but boots and jockstraps, encircled by the erotic elite—men of polished hunger and knowing eyes. Headmaster Jeremy Penn steps forward, his voice a velvet command, laying out their trial. The supplicants kneel, pledging their devotion to his pleasure. They worship his cock with fervent mouths—sucking deep, tongues swirling in languid licks, teeth grazing with teasing nibbles. Jeremy savors their talents, his breath quickening under their skilled assault. Satisfied with their oral prowess, he summons Justin Dragon and Jacob Hall. 'Open yourselves,' Jeremy demands, and they do, easing massive toys into their asses—stretching wide, inch by unyielding inch, bodies arching in exquisite strain. Jeremy watches, approval etching his features as they master the invasion. Now convinced, he unleashes Carlos and Ivan upon the order. They dive in, cocks sliding between their lips in a frenzy of suction, asses bared for probing tongues that rim with slick, insistent fervor. Pleasure ripples through the group like a shared pulse. Supplicants tangle with members in raw abandon—bodies pairing in heated thrusts, melding into sweaty unions, then splintering into fresh configurations. Every man chases ecstasy, cocks erupting, asses clenching, until satiation claims them all in a glorious, spent haze.