Mission Accomplished

Steve Hammond leans back in his chair, eyes sharp with intent, outlining a special assignment that demands unyielding discipline. Mark Baxter, his chest a rugged map of dark curls, stands before him, pulse quickening under that steady gaze. To prove he's the man for the job—non-sexual in its core, yet testing raw resolve—Mark must bare himself now, right here. He wraps his fist around his thickening cock, stroking with deliberate pulls, veins rising like secrets under skin. Steve watches, unblinking, as Mark's breaths turn ragged, hips bucking into his own grip. Sweat beads on that hairy torso, tracing paths through the fur, while Mark pumps faster, chasing the edge. He grunts, spills hot and thick across his knuckles, body shuddering in release—a bold testament to his grit, sealed in the heat of the moment.