Branded

As a full member of the Order, Initiate Carlos Morales savors his triumph. He kneels before his leader's cock, lips parting to claim it with fervent devotion. Jeremy beams down, eyes alight with pleasure, as Carlos's mouth works him expertly. Robert Balint strides into the chamber, his own erection straining. The eager recruit switches between them, sucking Jeremy's shaft deep, then Robert's, before stretching his jaws to take both rigid lengths at once, tongues and lips dancing in greedy harmony. Jeremy's passion surges like a gathering storm. He craves ass now—demands it with a growl—and Robert yields, bending to receive Jeremy's swift, plunging thrusts while his mouth stays locked on Carlos's offering. The rhythm builds, relentless and raw, desire coiling tighter with every moan, every shared gaze. Each man loses himself in the exquisite bond of the elite Order of the Falcon, bodies entwined in unbridled celebration.