The Baitbus, a mobile den of gay debauchery, cruises the streets, picking up young, eager emo boys. Inside, the rules are simple: perform, or pay the fare. With the city as their playground, these tattooed, pierced lads drop to their knees, servicing the driver's thick cock before bending over to offer up their tight, hairless asses. The bus rocks with each thrust, the sound of flesh slapping flesh mingling with the urban symphony outside, as the boys get their holes stretched and filled, their loads spurting out onto the cold, hard floor.