The bell above the door jingles as another straight boy enters the gay pawn shop, eyes scanning the cluttered shelves, oblivious to the true wares on offer. The shop owner, a sly, experienced gay man, watches with hungry anticipation. "What can I do for you, sweetheart?" he asks, his gaze lingering on the boy's crotch. The boy, desperate for money, barters his untouched body, signing away his heterosexual pride on the dotted line. The shop owner grins, revealing rows of perfect teeth, "You're in for a treat, son. Our gay patrons will make you feel things you've never imagined."