Two men, strangers bound by circumstance, find themselves in a cramped, dimly lit restroom. One, a rugged, tattooed man, leans against the wall, his eyes closed, his hand moving slowly under his zipper. The other, a young, nervous thing, watches from the corner, his breath coming in short gasps. "You're not supposed to be here," the tattooed man says, his voice rough with disuse. "I know," the young one replies, his voice barely a whisper. "But I can't help it. I need this." The tattooed man opens his eyes, his gaze locking with the young one's. "Then take it," he growls, his hand moving faster, his body tensing. "But don't you dare fucking cum."