The pawn shop's dim lighting and worn-out furniture bear witness to the unholy alliance between the gay owner and his straight pawns. He plays them like a fiddle, offering just enough cash to entice the most reluctant men to whip out their cocks. The room fills with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, grunts, and the occasional hesitant moan. The owner, a master of his game, brings them to the brink, then backs off, teasing out their humiliation and pleasure until they're begging for release.