"The pawnshop's bell jingles, signaling the arrival of the gimp's tormentor. A towering, strapping gay man, he commands the space, his eyes scanning the gimp's bound, helpless form. He's a hunter, and the gimp, a willing prey. The gimp's mouth is filled with a rubber gag, his hands cuffed behind his back, his cock straining against his leather shorts. The owner, a cash-strapped pawnshop owner, appreciates the gimp's form, running his hands over the gimp's muscles, tracing the lines of his body. The gimp's cock twitches, leaking pre-cum, eager for the owner's touch, ready to be used, to be pawned for pleasure."