In the quiet of his room, Kode Red awakens to a familiar stirring. He rubs his morning wood, the friction sending shivers through his body. His strokes become more urgent, his breath heavier. He pictures a parade of faceless beauties, their moans echoing in his mind. His grip tightens, his movements faster. The tension builds, his abs clench, and with a final, intense stroke, he releases, ropes of cum painting his stomach as he sighs in satisfaction.