Zander Woodz Gets Gang-Banged

Canyon Cole, Oliver Carter, Lane Colten, and Zander Woodz collide in Beta Beta Pi’s initiation where fraternity hazing merges with carnal ritual. Zander, the trembling freshman, steps into a pitch-black basement, its air thick with sweat and dominance. The door slams—a coffin lid sealed—as three silhouettes rise, their torsos carved like marble, voices guttural. “Strip. Now,” the leader snarls. Zander complies, trembling hands peeling clothes until he’s naked, cock rigid, a sacrificial lamb in a locker-room hell.

“Kneel,” Oliver growls. Zander drops, crawling forward on calloused elbows until Canyon’s girthy rod whips his cheek. He swallows it, tongue-first, while Lane lubes his own cock with spit, shoving it down Zander’s throat. Oliver circles behind, unclipping a strapon—its head smeared with lube—to breach Zander’s twitching hole like a backdoor invasion. Zander gags, hips jerking between mouths and hands, a human puppet for their gangbang.

The leader—Canyon—yanks Zander upright. “Ready?” he smirks, tossing him into a leather chair. Oliver rams his ass from the front, Canyon pistons him from behind, strapon tearing him open. Lane flips Zander’s head back, cock spearing his mouth as the strapon drills deeper. Cum floods Zander’s throat, splatters his stomach, drowns his ass in a tidal wave of spunk. Canyon yanks out, splattering the pledge’s face with the final load—a sticky badge of honor.