Miskupa's Cobra, in classic Adidas gear, prowls the dimly-lit bar, his eyes locked onto the taut, hairy ass of a fellow barback. The Kurac-clad bottom leans over, presenting his ripe, eager hole. Cobra, without a word, drops to his knees, spreading the cheeks to reveal the pink, puckered entrance. He spits, lubes up, and pushes his thick, uncut cock inside, drawing a deep moan from the willing recipient. The room fills with the sounds of their flesh slapping together, punctuated by Cobra's grunts and the bottom's pleading whimpers for more.