In Joshua Armstrong's latest, raw masculinity meets reverent submission. Muscle-bound mentors, oil-slicked and flexing, command their straight charges to worship. Kneeling, the initiates gaze upon rippling abs, throbbing cocks, as they're ordered to lick, stroke, and taste. The room echoes with grunts, slurps, and desperate pleas for more. Each mentor's thick load is eagerly swallowed, only to have the initiates resume their worship, lost in a haze of male scent and sweat.