Code Of Conduct 1: Stripped

On the thirteenth day, Jake Andrews claimed Dean Spencer as his own devoted hound, collaring him with a firm hand and a predatory gleam. He led Dean on a taut leash through shadowed corridors to a notorious gloryhole den, the air thick with anticipation and musk. Jake's voice cut sharp: 'Thrust it through, boy. Let them worship.' Dean obeyed, sliding his rigid cock into the anonymous void. A hot, eager mouth enveloped him, sucking with relentless fervor—lips sealing tight, tongue swirling greedily along his shaft, drawing him deeper into slick ecstasy. Jake watched every twitch, every gasp, his gaze a commanding blaze that pinned Dean in place. The pressure built, inexorable, until Dean shattered, spilling his load in pulsing jets down that unseen throat, marked forever as Jake's prized pet.