Lucky Banks took his time walking back to his studio. He had spent the last two hours getting his ass bred by Brothers Lane Colten and Dylan Tides; part of his quest in becoming a member of their fraternal brotherhood. His legs were fuck-weak and were starting to cramp so he passed taking the large steep hill as a shortcut back to campus. His asshole was so swollen from the pounding he had just endured, every step was sending tender, yet somehow tantalizing, waves of excitement all over his hairless body that would make him shoot his own load if he didn’t take it slow. Mostly, he was hungry. Famished, actually. At home in London, he would stuff his face with a doner kebab after stuffing his hole with cock. He pulled out his phone to search if there was an option similar to his preferred post-fuck snack when he got distracted by the new text notifications.