Pledgemaster - The Hazing

Pledgemaster Luke Marcum couldn't resist. The sight of Cameron Marshall's wide-eyed fear, that delicious anxiety twisting his features, pulled him in like a siren's call. He drew the trembling pledge aside, away from prying eyes, and guided his thick cock between those parted lips. Cameron took it all, every veiny inch of that pulsing meat sliding deep into his throat until Luke groaned in raw satisfaction. Luke stripped Cameron bare from the waist down, exposing pale skin to the air. He drizzled hot, melted wax across the boy's naked backside in slow, deliberate streams. The pain hit sharp and fierce, a scary sting that melted into something wickedly sweet, making Cameron arch and gasp. Eager now, Cameron dropped behind Luke, tongue diving into the man's tight hole, lapping with hungry fervor. He moved lower, knoshing on Luke's heavy dick and balls, savoring the musky heat. Luke, drained yet ignited by the boy's sudden fire, flipped him around and swallowed Cameron's cock whole. His fingers plunged into that eager ass, fucking deep while he slurped and teased. Finally, Luke hoisted Cameron up, piling into his ass with acrobatic fury—legs over shoulders, then twisted sideways, bodies slick and straining. They chased release together, exploding in hot, shuddering bursts.