In the dimly lit, grease-scented garage, three mechanics in their oily, torn overalls, barely containing their bulging muscles, catch a moment of unsupervised time. The oldest, a rugged, tattooed man, can't help but notice the younger ones' growing erections, tenting their grimy clothes. He smirks, pushing them together. "Why not find a use for those tools?" he growls. The younger, leaner mechanics, one with a cybernetic arm, exchange a glance, then eagerly drop to their knees, unbuckling each other's overalls, revealing throbbing cocks. They take turns sucking and stroking, their moans barely audible over the hum of machinery.