Code Of Conduct 1: Stripped

Day three dawned raw and relentless. Guards hauled Dean Spencer from his dank cell, his muscles already screaming from the ordeal ahead. Jake Andrews, Kevin Wolf, and Dan Hughes waited like wolves in the yard—tough, unyielding men with eyes that promised no quarter. They shoved him to his knees first, stripping away his shirt with rough hands, exposing sweat-slicked skin to the biting air. Jake's boot pressed into Dean's back, forcing him down, while Kevin's fists rained blows on his ribs, each thud a brutal rhythm that cracked the silence. Dan laughed low, circling like a predator, his fingers twisting Dean's hair to yank his head up, making him meet their gaze. No mercy echoed in their grunts and commands—push-ups until his arms buckled, squats that burned like fire, laps run until his lungs clawed for breath. They taunted him, voices thick with dominance, bodies close enough to feel the heat of their exertion. But as Dean's body trembled on the edge, their focus shifted, hungers turning inward. Jake grabbed Kevin's shoulder, pulling him into a fierce kiss, teeth clashing amid the sweat. Dan joined, hands roaming over Jake's chest, unbuckling belts with urgent fingers. Soon, they dropped Dean to the dust, forgotten for the moment, as they claimed each other—Jake pinning Kevin against the wall, thrusting deep with a guttural groan, while Dan took his turn, bodies slamming together in a frenzy of raw need, explicit and unashamed under the open sky.