In a dimly lit, musty pawn shop, a line of lean, muscular gay men wait, their eyes darting nervously between the cashier and the door. They're here to sell their bodies, their asses, for cold, hard cash. The shop owner, a beefy, hairy-chested man with a piercing gaze, eyes each one like a piece of meat. 'What'll it be, boys?' he growls, palming his crotch. 'Blowjob? Handjob? Fuck for fifty? Hundred?' The men, their cocks already hard and leaking, negotiate, their voices shaking with anticipation and fear. The shop owner, satisfied with their desperation, leads them to the back, ready to conduct his sordid business.