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You already know what’s coming, don’t you, boy? You’re going to be sold like the livestock you are. Auctioned off on stage under blinding lights while buyers laugh and point at your tiny caged dick and laugh even harder at how small your balls are. Stripped naked piece by piece—your stinking sneakers pried off first, sniffed deeply by the crowd because even your rank foot funk has value now. Then your sweat-drenched socks peeled off slowly and stuffed into your mouth as the new gag while they au