Casey kneeled in front of the couch, holding the toy in his little hands. It was wide and long, with fake veins running down the shaft. The head almost as large as the cock the boy in the video had been sucking. Michael’s voice echoed from the speakers. “Do you want me to put the video back on, Casey?” Casey looked down. Was he really going to let this man force him to watch porn and play with this giant toy? Every instinct told him to run for the door. He didn’t need the money. He could wait tables. He could get a job at the grocery store. But his…