The Baitbus rolls up to a secluded spot, its driver, a leather-clad, boot-wearing stud, on the prowl. A young, naive twink hops in, his eyes darting between the driver's crotch and the road. The driver smirks, pulling over and unzipping his pants. The twink, after a moment's hesitation, takes the driver's cock out, tentatively licking it before taking it into his mouth. The driver, pleased with the twink's eagerness, decides to pop his cherry, bending him over and sliding in, making the twink yelp. The driver doesn't let up, fucking him hard, the twink's cries of pain turning to moans of pleasure as he's broken in, Baitbus style.