Kyler makes Brock his soldier

Kyler Drayke barks orders as Brock Kniles kneels, his tattooed chest rising with each sharp salute, the military gear clinging tight to his muscular frame. The bed creaks under them as Kyler pins Brock’s legs apart, his bareback grip firm, the American flag behind them a silent witness to the command. Brock’s dark hair falls forward as Kyler leans in, his own tattoos glinting under the light, the air thick with the weight of the role, soldier, obeying.