The creaking of the old wooden floorboards signals the arrival of another recruit, catching the two young men in a compromising position - one on his knees, the other's cock halfway down his throat. Panic sets in, but their arousal is undeniable. The new recruit, a strapping, hairy-chested man, watches with a mix of surprise and interest. He steps closer, his boots echoing in the silence, and reaches out to stroke the cheek of the one on his knees, his thumb brushing against the glistening lips stretched around his friend's cock. "Well, boys," he says, a hint of a smirk in his voice, "looks like you've been caught with your pants down. Literally."