Tattooed bikers Clint Benedict and Rob Cryston strip Eric Thomas bare, suspecting his loose lips have compromised their operations. In a dimly lit garage, they bind Eric to a makeshift St. Andrew's cross. Rob, a leather-clad angel with a devil's tongue, laps at Eric's ass, spreading it wide with his fingers. Clint, the stern ringleader, watches, his cock straining against his leathers. He steps forward, replacing Rob's fingers with his thick, veined shaft, impaling Eric with a grunt. Eric's moans echo as Clint and Rob take turns stretching his hole, using toys and their cocks, before they both fuck him senseless, leaving Eric a gasping, cum-covered mess.