You can't spare any food...

You only have 8 cans of food, and you have no idea when you're going to get more. You don't respond to the bikers for a moment, and just look at them. You have to admit, for post-apocalyptic bikers, they're not UGLY. Both of the ones you can see are tall men with trimmed beards, probably late 30s, early 40s, and while one seems rather fit the other kinda has a dad-gut going on. You can't see the guy in the truck at all.

"Alright, fine," you sigh after they begin to look impatient. "I can't spare any food, and I never had beer in the first place."

"So you're going with option 3, then?" Biker 1 responds. Biker 2 the one with the dad-gut, seems pleased.

"Yeah, I guess..." you say, feeling awkward. "Do I have to, you know....DO all of you?"

"Not me," says the man in the truck. "Not feeling up to it today, I'll sit this one out."

"Alright then, make me and Daryl cum once each," Biker 1 says, so you assume Biker 2 is Daryl, " and you get free pass on this highway for one week. And, if we see you getting attacked by mutants or bandits or whatnot, we'll step in and save you. Got it?"

You don't answer him, as you're a little distracted by Daryl unzipping his skinny jeans to reveal his bulging boxers. It's not exactly a monster cock, but it's still pretty big, and you're kinda regretting agreeing to this....

"Hey, hey, boy!" Biker 1 says, snapping his fingers to get your attention. "How do you wanna play this? You wanna get spitroasted, or are you more creative than that?"