Code Of Conduct 2: Deliverance

In the dim glow of the barracks, Commanding Officer Tom Chase towers over his eager recruit, Steve Pierce, initiating a session of intimate discipline. Tom's voice rumbles low, commanding Steve to bend and present himself, that tight entrance begging for preparation. He starts slow, circling the rim with a single thick finger, pushing in deep to coax the muscles into yielding. Steve gasps, his body arching as Tom adds a second finger, scissoring them wide, stretching the heat with deliberate thrusts. The air thickens with Steve's soft moans, his cock twitching against the cool air. Tom reaches for the toy next—a sleek, girthy plug, slick with lube. He presses it in, inch by unyielding inch, watching Steve's hole swallow it whole, the base nestling flush against his cheeks. Minutes pass in rhythmic pumping, the stretch building to a delicious burn. Finally, Tom withdraws the toy with a wet pop, his own massive cock springing free, veins pulsing with need. He grips Steve's hips, aligns the blunt head, and slams home in one fierce drive. Steve cries out, filled to bursting, as Tom pounds relentlessly, each slam echoing their raw connection, training him to crave every brutal inch.