The warehouse is filled with row upon row of pianos ... some to be moved to concert halls, others in for repair. Aiden Shaw, David Montana and Alec Campbell are hot, sweaty and aching to take a long-needed break from the strenuous work. Their muscles are hard and bulging from the rigors of hoisting baby grands, uprights and concert grands and the overwrought warehousemen seek release from the tensions of manual labor. They ache for the touch and feel of something else ... something sturdy but pliable and receptive ... like another man's hunky body ... like each other. They tear into one another with full steam as they become overwhelmed by the hunger and passions of raw masculinity.