The pawn shop's bell chimes, and in walks a sight that makes the old men's hearts race. A blonde, tanned surfer with a lean, muscled body and a thick, uncut cock. They circle him like prey, their hungry eyes devouring his youthful form. "We'll give you cash, boy," they growl, "but you're gonna have to earn it." The surfer swallows hard, his pupils dilating as he considers the implications. The old men's hands roam his body, pinching his nipples, stroking his cock to hardness. They lead him to the back, where the real "business" takes place.