Uprising

Ambush strikes swift and merciless. The three intruders tumble into the clutches of their foes, dragged deep into the heart of enemy headquarters and chained tight. Duty calls, the job grinds to a flawless end, but one guard, a broad-shouldered colonial type with sweat-slicked skin, seeks solace by the well. Tension coils in his gut like a spring wound too far. His comrade appears, eyes gleaming with shared hunger, a willing shadow in the dim light. No words wasted. They strip bare under the open sky, uniforms pooling at their feet like discarded promises. The first man bends over a weathered stump in the nearby field, muscles taut, breath ragged. His partner presses close, hands gripping hips, bodies slamming together in raw, urgent rhythm. They hump with feral need, skin slapping skin, grunts echoing across the empty expanse until release shatters the night.