He is first seen boarding his ship, a rusted, weather-beaten vessel now in port. In his pea coat and watch cap, he heads down into the bowels of the ship, where he discovers two of his fellow mariners, Gabriel Cortez and Stein Losnegaard, in the throes of expanding each other’s sexual boundaries. Cortez (with his shaved head, elaborate tattoos, and Prince Albert) and Losnegaard (with his shaved head, trussed up genitals, and rubber gear) are perfectly matched. There, amidst the corroded pipes, peeling paint, and grimy oil drums of the engine room, the two run the gamut of a dominance/submission experience, including rough and tumble oral and anal action, watersports, bondage, verbal abuse, and genital torture. All of these visions electrify Scott, who has soon stripped to reveal his lean, lithe body and his rampant, freestanding erection that is, like the rest of him, larger than life. When he is discovered, he steps out of the shadows to join them and accepts Cortez’ offer to use Losnegaard as his own. Not content with running a similar gamut of games with the willing slave, Scott soon turns the tables on Cortez and overwhelms him as well. Cortez proves to be remarkably versatile, submitting to Scott’s relentless rutting before both release storms of spooge. But the night has only begun, and Scott sits back to light a cigar and watch the two shipmates perform a dazzling display of cane whipping and handballing. Before Scott leaves, Cortez tosses him a coin – a strange token that will prove to be the key to his future.
Back on shore, Scott heads for a harbor shop run by Rik Jammer, a goateed skinhead who is more than eager to service his vagabond friend. Their body-slamming set-to churns from tender kissing, through an endurance contest in which Scott tortures Jammer’s eraser tits, to a demanding fisting session in which Jammer proves himself to be a supremely confident, consummate bottom. Here, Scott delivers another prolific cum shot before leaving, only momentarily fulfilled, to head back to the ship.
At this point, Scott walks into the bar and lays down the coin Cortez gave him earlier. Bartender Marquez extends in his hand a coin of his own – it is a perfect match. At a shop filled with garish neon signs, they give new meaning to the phrase “tough love.” Both are veteran sex machines who gradually discover that there is a special connection between them beyond their equally monumental sexual skills. The hour-long scene is truly a battle of the Titans. With passionate kisses, they strip down, and Marquez is quick to service Scott, who in turn throws his newfound partner over a motorcycle to rim him with an enthusiasm that only a topman preparing to enter a hole can. Then, for the first time in the film, Scott goes down, demonstrating that when he wants to be, he is a stupendous cocksucker, teasing, slathering, and deep-throating with ease. The fuck that follows begins with gentle tenderness, but soon builds to a turbulent assault as each demands more and more of the other. Scott is a powerhouse fucker, and Marquez practically redefines the phrase “butch bottom.” In time, they shift to a dentist’s chair for another round of oral action and the challenges of a smoldering cigar and hot candle wax before delivering the last of the cum shots which explode throughout the scene. Each of these sexual vagrants, it appears, has come to the end of his quest.