The crumbling 'cité' towers block the sunlight, casting long shadows over the group of young men huddled in a dimly lit stairwell. Clad in hoodies and baggy jeans, their bodies adorned with tattoos that tell stories of their harsh lives, they pass around a cigarette, the ember glowing like a beacon in the darkness. The conversation turns to a debt that needs to be repaid, and a young Beur boy is singled out. He's pushed against the cold concrete wall, his pants pulled down to his ankles. The first cock presses against his ass, and he gasps, bracing himself for the rough, unlubricated fuck that's about to commence.