James Blond’s First Time With Dillon Stone

James Blond, the dutiful recruit, stands rigid in the Elite tent, reciting pledges with robotic precision—until Master Dillon Stone, all smoldering dominance, closes in. Their eyes lock, tension erupting into a feverish kiss that shatters James’ uncertainty. Clumsy at first, he leans into Stone’s guidance, hands fumbling over uniforms until buttons fly and belts clatter. Stone drops to his knees, swallowing James’ cock with a skill that leaves the virgin trembling, his back arching as he gasps, “I’ve never…”

But Stone’s a teacher at heart. He flips James onto a desk, tongue lapping at his virgin hole, prepping him with cruel patience before sheathing his raw, swollen cock. James’ whimpers mix with the creak of the desk, his body torn between pain and euphoria as Stone claims him, drilling deeper with every thrust. When Stone finally breeds him, James’ mind blanks—overwhelmed, shaking, addicted. The Elite’s newest recruit? Now thoroughly initiated.