In the grimy back room of a leather bar, a circle of gay skinheads, their bodies shaved bare, engage in a heated game of pool. The crack of the cue ball echoes their desire, and soon, the game is forgotten. They turn to each other, their eyes hungry, and begin to undress. The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin as they rut, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. One by one, they fall, spent and panting, on the worn-out furniture, their bodies marked with the evidence of their debauchery.