Rene stumbles into the training grounds, his breath hitching as Leonel, Felix, and Uriel corner him, their uniforms tight, sweat glistening on their necks. “Trespassers get creative discipline,” Leonel smirks, his hand drifting to the bulge in his pants. Rene swallows, his eyes flicking to their hardened silhouettes. “I’ll stay quiet,” he whispers, voice trembling—not with fear, but anticipation.
Felix steps closer, gripping Rene’s wrist. “On your knees,” he growls, playful, as Uriel unzips. Rene obeys, swallowing Uriel’s cock in one greedy stroke. Leonel shoves his shirt up, pinching his nipples, while Felix yanks down his pants, spreading his ass cheeks. Lubricated fingers probe, stretching him as Uriel’s hips thrust into his throat.
Leonel replaces Felix’s fingers with his cock, sinking into Rene’s tight heat. Rene gasps, cum leaking from Uriel’s shaft onto his stomach. Felix flips him, aligning his own cock, pistoning deep as Leonel withdraws. Uriel pulls Rene up, his hand jerking the prisoner’s cock as Felix’s thrusts grow savage.
They cum in unison—Felix inside Rene, Leonel and Uriel across his chest, sweat mixing with semen. “Next time,” Leonel murmurs, adjusting his belt, “report to the barracks.” Rene grins, wiping cum from his lips. “Looking forward to it.”
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