In Austin's dimly lit workshop, a circle of broken boys begins a ritual of release. They're a mix of gay and straight, but tonight, labels don't matter. A young emo boy is first to break, advancing on a chisel with hungry, puffy lips. The others follow, each claiming a tool, their tongues and lips working in harmony. They move around the room, a fluid dance of oral pleasure, the clatter of tools mixing with their moans. The energy builds, bodies glistening with sweat and precum, until they're a writhing mass of sucking and fucking, breaking free from their pasts, one chisel at a time.