The shop bell rings, ushering in two strapping, straight lads, their eyes gleaming with desperation and a glint of something else - curiosity? Lust? The gay pawnbroker, a silver fox with a knowing smile, greets them warmly, his gaze lingering on their tight jeans and eager bulges. 'What can I do for you boys today?' he asks, already knowing the answer. The lads shuffle, their cheeks flushing as they stammer out their proposition - they'll fuck each other, right there in his shop, for the right price. The pawnbroker chuckles, a deep, throaty sound, 'Well, boys, let's see what you've got.'