The Ivy League

Under the night sky, crickets chirp a relentless chorus as Ryan Wade, Tony Martin, and Zackary Ryan step into the final rite of their Ivy League brotherhood. Erik Rhodes commands the scene, bending them forward over weathered stone benches. Hot wax cascades down, searing their skin in crimson rivulets. Then come the dildos—thick, unyielding—thrust deep into each recruit's ass, stretching them wide with deliberate force. Gasps echo in the humid air. One by one, they offer Rhodes a taste: Ryan's generous young cock first, pulsing against his lips; Tony's next, veined and heavy; Zackary's last, throbbing with fresh urgency. Rhodes savors each, tongue tracing ridges, before flipping the script. He slides inside them—Ryan's tight hole clenching like a vice, Tony's yielding with a slick grind, Zackary's gripping in rhythmic defiance. Sweat mingles with wax, bodies arching in raw surrender. The ordeal crests. Initiation complete, the three newcomers rise, sealed into the Ivy League's hidden fold—a velvet pact forged in fire and flesh.