“I can see you right there, Jason.”
   “Ugh.”
   The male rabbit groans, loosening his grip on the child in his arms. The 5-year-old human boy takes a deep breath in from having his nose covered, presumably to get him to not make a sound.
   “Put the human boy back, Jason,” the shark man orders, glaring up from his phone without moving an inch.
   “But I’m hornyyyyyyy.”
   “No. Fuck some other kids,” the shark replies in a cold stern voice, “you are not impregnating another human.”
   “Pleeeeeeease I promise I won’t breed him,” the rabbit hugs the boy closer, pleading to his co-worker.
   “No,” the man retorts, “not another hybrid. We’re already overloaded with rabbit hybrids from your god damn cock.”
   “But I won’t cum in him, I promise. Pleaseeeee?”
   “If you won’t cum in him then you can fuck another boy, understand? No differences then?”
   “Ugh, fine.”
   The rabbit male gives up and turns around, carrying the lucky human boy with him.

   Laughter and chatter, screaming and crying, all is normal and well in the Day room at Sunset Orphanage. Children are playing in groups, boys and girls of all ages and their caretakers on duty, the adults watch over the children to make sure they’re all being safe, and also maybe Sally will stop pulling little Cindy’s hair. In the morning they spend their time here, away from the sunlight that will cause damage to their fragile hair and skin, and in the afternoon and evening they can go in the yard to play hopscotch or whatever little kids with no education or parents do.
   One of the main doors swings open, causing Tovu, Willy and Aegal to look over. It’s one of the caretakers, and the boys watch as he drops off the child in his arms and sends him back into the room to his friends, sparking another caretaker to ask,
   “Couldn’t make it past Biggy?” The hyena chuckles.
   “Fuck no I didn’t,” the rabbit hushes in disappointment.
   “What’s up with you and making babies you can’t afford?”
   “Hey! I love breeding human boys,” the man objects, adjusting the tent in his pants, talking as he counts on his fingers, “boy, young, only males that can give birth, tell me how you wouldn’t fuck that.”
   “I don’t know, making them give birth to your own kids?”
   “Hey, dicking down kids is what I live for, them being pregnant is just a happy byproduct.”
   “Whatever, sir fucks-a-lot,” the hyena man rolls his eyes while keeping a smirk.
   “I’m going to Cribs.”
   “Think they’ll let you have one? Tonight’s the night.”
   “They don’t give them ALL away,” the horny male shrugs, “or else no one would work Cribs when this thing comes around.”
   “Makes sense.”
   The rabbit waves goodbye before turning around and leaving the room, meanwhile the hyena finishes up the hair braid for the little 7-year-old sitting in front of him,
   “And… there you go, Lara. All nice and done. Now you owe me one, right? Come… you look so cute with those braids… I know exactly what you can do with them…”
   As the pair disappears into the side room, Tovu, Willy and Aegal turn back to each other,
   “Is it true? They’re going to give us a home?” Willy asks again, having been cut off by the previous event.
   “Yes, but… I don’t think it’s a good home…” Tovu explains, “they made us do all this weird stuff on there, and the adults would raise their boards, and… I don’t know, it’s very strange. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it before.”
   “Well I’m excited to get a family. That’s all I want,” the youngest and most innocent boy of the three, Willy, answers, hugging his favorite teddy closer.
   “It’s certainly very strange here,” Aegal says as he eyes all the other kids in the room, “have you noticed we’re the oldest kids in the bunch?”
   “Yeah, but I think older kids are moved to another place,” Tovu sighs, looking around as well, “before you and Willy moved here, there were other older kids too, but…” the canine boy laments, “…they were adopted on the night. Some weren’t though, but they got moved somewhere else. I think they went to another orphanage.”
   “Strange why they would do that. What did they make you do that night to get adopted, do you remember?”
   “Well, they--” 
   Tovu is cut short by the bell. The lunch bell.
   “Alrighty kids!” One of the caretakers loudly calls out, making the children’s heads turn, “time for lunch. Pack up your toys and be tidy! Good kids don’t make messes!”
   The trio quickly gets up on their feet and dusts off their shorts. Leaving the clattering of toys being put away behind their backs, the boys follow the herd out the door to the Food hall. And just before they exit the room, one of the caretakers open up the door to the side room,
   “Hey are you--”
   “AAAAAW FFFFFFUCK YEAH!!”
   “A little too early I guess.”
   The children are stumped as they watch the unfortunate adult close the soundproof door up again.

   The boys sit down at their table and start digging into their food. Aegal swallows down his pepperoni pizza before asking once again,
   “Tovu, what did they make you do?”
   “Huh? Oh,” the dog boy waves his hand about, “they made us go on a stage in front of all these people,” Tovu speaks in between his bites of mac ‘n cheese, “and they would look at us and choose who to adopt I guess. I don’t know.”
   “That’s suspicious,” the human boy replies, “do they make you do anything on stage? Introduce yourself or do a trick or something?”
   “I don’t know any tricks!” Willy interjects.
   “No, no tricks even. They only made us…” Tovu pauses, contemplating his words, “it’s weird, I don’t wanna talk about it…”
   Aegal sighs, “it’s okay. I guess we’ll find out later anyway. And hey,” the boy shrugs, “if we don’t get adopted then maybe we’ll get moved to another place where they can give us a home?”
   “Only me and you,” Tovu looks at Aegal, “we’re the oldest, only the old boys get moved. Willy will be here alone if that happens.”
   “What? Nononono! I don’t wanna leave you. I wanna be adopted with you too!” Willy shakes his head and clinches onto Aegal, “they’ll adopt you and I together, right Aegal?”
   Unwilling to answer the likely truth, Aegal can only sighs and pats the young boy’s head,
   “I’m sure they will, Willy. We’ll ask them to take us together, and if not, we’ll keep contact, okay?”
   “Okay…”
   The conversation dies and the boys return to eating in silence, amidst the loud chattering of the children around them.
   Finishing lunch, all the children are hushed off back to the Day room, or to their bedrooms for naps. Willy cuddles his teddy close to his chest as he drifts off to sleep.

   Early in the afternoon, the staff turns their attention to the evening event. Caretakers are limited down to the minimum amount to watch over the children, and everyone is hastily preparing the Event hall to the utmost perfection. The hyper energy even gets to the children, and they sure are pumped to meet their potential future parents. Just before the sunset, the children are already fed dinner and showered. All three of our cubs are on the list of meeting their new parents tonight, so Willy spends his efforts scrubbing himself as clean as he possibly can. Aegal and Tovu, undoubtedly excited yet can’t quite hide it as the night draws closer.
   Finally, the guests come. Cars pull up to the parking lot, and the children rush to the windows to look. Big, fancy, beautiful cars. Possibly some of the richest people in the area, now gathered for the event. As the guests leave and enter the gates of the orphanage, children hurries to the balconies and doors to watch and wave. Groups upon groups of people walk by the Living quarters and stop to marvel at the children in front of them, the staff greeting and guiding their guests to the Event hall,
   “That,” one of the guests point towards a leopard child, “is he on tonight?”
   The caretaker follows the hand of the dapper gentleman, “I’m quite sorry sir, he is not shortlisted for tonight. He just came to the orphanage with other children, and isn’t ready to--”
   “I want him,” the man cuts the caretaker short, signaling to his servant.
   “Of course, sir.”
   “Gosh, look at all those kids!” Another pair of guests in less formal clothes, yet still well-dressed, exclaims to themselves.
   The other man chuckles and grabs his partner’s crotch, “well keep it in your pants. You can have as many as you want after tonight.”
   Seeing all the guests enter the Event hall brings out the excitement in the trio, and the brightest smiles shines up on their faces. But before they can see the end of the guests, they are already collected to prepare themselves for the event.

   Backstage, the children are being changed and groomed into their outfits, while the guests have dinner. Piano music being played live amid the quiet chatter between the invitees, while the clinking or silverware and champagne glasses echoes on. It’s the one night in a few months where caretakers get to dress up in proper clothes to serve their generous “sponsors”, and they care to deliver the highest quality of dining and entertainment possible.
   Behind the curtains, all the children are finishing up in their outfits. “Outfits”, rather. Aegal looks down at his body-tight superman outfit that’s revealing every single toned curved of his slender frame,
   “Wh-Why do we have to wear this??”
   “It’s an outfit,” Tovu compares himself in the mirror, “they made us do it so we’d look cute, I think.”
   “But it’s so tight! It’s really hugging me in down there as well…” the human boy says as he adjusts the bottom of his suit, “and come to think of it, have you noticed any women in the guests?”
   “I don’t think so,” Tovu half-heartedly answers, still admiring his own Batman outfit, “maybe the ladies are happy with any child?”
   Off to the side, in the younger area, two caretakers are putting the kids into their outfits for the evening, one by one. Willy steps into a pair of overalls guided by a caretaker,
   “…and when you wanna take it off, you just drop the straps off your shoulder, okay?”
   “Okay mister,” the boy answers with cheer.
   “Alright that’s should be it, put your shoes on and you’re ready,” the adult pats down the kid’s clothing, “how many have we got left?”
   “Just the one,” the other caretaker looks to his side, “give her the strawberry dress and pigtails and that’s all for us.”
   “Do you think I will get adopted tonight?” Willy looks at his supervisor through the mirror.
   The man chuckles, “oh honey some kid like you? Right off the shelves!” The man laughs as he ends his sentence, prompting the other adult to grin while he braids another girl’s hair.
   “I hope I get a family with a big house, and lots of candy, and toys, and… and… and I’ll get to be with Aegal and Tovu in a biiiiiiiiig family!”
   The two adults look at each other in disbelief, then bursts into laughter. “GOD I envy the lucky fuck who gets to dick you down!!”
   “Well, he is on the innocent list to be sold after all.”
   Willy pouts and frowns at himself in the mirror, not knowing what any of the words are supposed to mean.
   Finally, the stage light comes on, and the room silences. The event is starting.
   “Gentlemen of the evening,” a deep warm voice echoes through the hall, “I’d like thank all our dear invitees for making it tonight, and to the fine gentlemen who are unable to make it tonight yet still are able to connect through your personal assistance, we assure you, like always, your delay will always be accounted for.”
   A gentle applause breaks. While the master of ceremony continues his introduction, the staff backstage are pushing the first lineup to the staircase. Aegal and Tovu lines up, back behind all the other kids of the same age.
   “And now, without further ado,” the man on stage steps aside to his podium, leaving the spotlight, “let the auction begin!”
   “Auction? What do we do?” Aegal leans back over his shoulder.
   “Just do as the caretaker says,” Tovu flicks his chin towards the adult, “watch what they do and follow his cues.”
   The first child steps on stage, a young lioness in an unbelievably revealing latex suit. She spins and twirls, following a set of introduction and commands from the host. Finally she stops and stands in place as the audience men makes their decision,
   “…her starting price is 500 dollars, can I get a 500? 500 bid. How about a 1000? 1000 sold. 1500 next. 1500? 1500 down! 2000, can I get a 2000? Sold, 2000. 3000, 3000 next bidder, 3000…”
   The man fire words as his payers signal their bids, back and forth until a final price is reached,
   “…5000 down, 6000? 6000, any up for 6000? 6000 for the girl, 6000... Sold! 5000 to Mr.Tokahashi. Congratulations, sir.”
   The man sends out his arm and the girl nods. As soon as she gets off the stage, the staff waiting behind the curtain sends her towards her buyer, a sheep man in a black suit. He instructs her to sit on his lap, obscuring his imprinted erection. His assistance at the same table opens up one of his suitcases and mark out an appropriate amount for the transaction.
   Two more kids went on stage with a similar routine, dancing or self-introduction before it’s Aegal’s turn to go.
   “…Sold! 6500 to the Valinski brothers. Thank you for your purchase.”
   Before Aegal steps on stage, Tovu whispers,
   “Good luck!”
   “You too, Tovu. Good luck!”
   The human boy’s heart pounces as he set his feet on stage, to the introduction of the MC,
   “And next, we have a human boy, perfect for production! Go on, show us what you can do!”
   Aegal freezes in his spot. He can’t dance, he doesn’t know how to dance! Best he can do is… place his hands on his hips while he shake back and forth while turning around, which he is apparently doing. Yet, despite all the ridiculous movements he’s making, the audience is stirring up. Hushes and gossip, lots of talking and whispering, which makes Aegal nervous, are they talking about how bad he is? What are they talking about? Aegal finally stops, at the “thank you” of the host.
   “Well then, gentlemen, I know this is a valuable display, and I assure you, he is untouched and virginal, despite his age and being in this ‘industry’. Come on, show them what you’ve REALLY got!”
   Aegal stares back at the man for the command. He doesn’t get it, least of all the “virginal” comment. Seeing how he’s standing in place doing nothing, and having gotten familiar with how clueless the virgins are, the caretaker whispers to the boy,
   “Take off your clothes!”
   “What?”
   “Take off your clothes!!!”
   Without thinking twice about the command, Aegal starts stripping his superman suit. The tight spandex rolls off his body, revealing the boy’s white, untouched skin, bleached by the lack of sun damage. As he slowly undoes the outfit, the weight of the situation comes to mind. This isn’t a normal orphanage, or adoption. These people want sex! They want these orphans for sex, and somehow he hasn’t noticed anything until this point. It’s too late to go back now, and Aegal’s anxiety goes from fear of being naked, to fear of being adopted by anyone. Biting his teeth as the whole suit hits the ground, hundreds of eyes gazing upon his nude body, the boy stands still, averting his gaze from the audience to the dark corners to the room. But the host continues commanding him, making him bend over and showing his anus to the men, waving his little flaccid penis around, and jiggling his flat little buttocks. The men in the audience get roused up, the men who prefer girls are uninterested, yet some of them wonder if this is a good opportunity for them to get acquainted to fucking young boys. Breaking the rumble, the MC starts again,
   “Gentlemen, let us start the auction. Starting off at 10,000!”
   Aegal and Tovu eyes pop. An unbelievable amount for the boys to hear. The highest starting point Aegal has heard so far, and the unbelievable amount that Tovu has ever heard of only when kids younger than Willy are on stage, even though none of them can understand what an auction is.
   “10,000. Do I hear a 10,000? 10,000! 20,000. Human boy for 20,000. 30,000 gentlemen 30,000. 40,000. Up for 40,000. Mr. Hobbs, awaiting your call.”
   The alleged “Mr.Hobbs” is a man sitting at a table, with a camera pointing at the stage and an active phone call. His assistance, or servant, who knows, is attending the bid for him while he is away on a business trip. A few lines of words exchanged over the phone and the assistance nods.
   “40,000 it is. 50,000 now, Mr. Chance. 50,000? 50,000 for Mr.Chance! Can I get a 55,000?”
   The phone call stretches. The room is in still silence, not a huff or a cough audible. Only the quietest mumbling over the phone call for bid for an underaged child.
   “55,000!” The host calls out over the assistance’s nod, “60,000 for the boy. Mr. Chance 60,000?”
   The call keeps going back and forth with baited breath. But eventually, enough slowing comes to a halt,
   “80,000 Mr. Chance? 80,000! A very determined decision, sir. 85,000, Mr. Hobbs?”
   After 120 seconds of talking intertwined with deafening silence, the assistance signals in. The bid is over.
   “80,000 for the human boy for Mr. Chance! Congratulations, sir. What an exciting bid!”
   The room breaks into applause yet again, Aegal can only stand in shock and fear. As he picks up the inside out superman suit off the floor, he can only dread what’s to come. Walking off the stage, he is immediately prompted to walk over to his bidder while still being naked. Stepping over the rugged floor, averting his eyes off the staring thirsty gaze of all the men who couldn’t lay their hands on him, he arrives at the man and his accompanying servant.
   “G-Good evening sir…”
   The man eyes him up and down, now that the child is even closer than ever. He’s already swayed his hard-on to the side since Aegal started stripping his clothes off on stage, but damn if public sex is not indecent, he would be testing out the boy’s canal right then and there.
   “Good evening, boy. What’s your name?”
   “Ae-Aegal, sir.”
   “Sir? What a well taught boy. Are you sure you’re a virgin?”
   “Yes I am. B-But are you going to rape me…?”
   “No doubt about it,” the snow leopard man chuckles, “you’re bought to serve me as I please. Now come, put these on,” he signals his servant.
   The servant opens up his suitcase, pulls out a small speedo and a collar, and hands them to his boss.
   “I premade some collars for you,” the man adjusts the band to look at the name tag, “but they’re mostly boy names that I thought would be common, and yours… the fuck kind of name is Aegal anyway?”
   The feline man hands the boy the items. With little hesitation, and how cold the room is, Aegal puts on the speedo, but the little garment can barely warm up the boy, let alone the collar around his neck. “MEAT”, it says, imprinted in a darker shade of gold from the rest of the tag.
   “From now on, your name is Meat, remember? When I call out Meat, you must answer to me, understand?”
   “Yes, sir…” Aegal replies, in a saddened tone masking over him holding back his tears.
   “Now come,” the leopard man reaches out an arm, and when Aegal or “Meat” walks over, he picks him up and lands him on his lap, squeezing the boy’s butt onto his bulge, “unnnfff, some rubbing and grinding will do until we leave here, boy.”
   The conversation has apparently drown out all the background noises and talk, and as soon as the human boy settles onto his captor’s lap, Tovu is already back on stage once again,
   “500 for the boy! Any takers?”
   The room is silent and unresponsive. A part of Aegal wishes Tovu wouldn’t be bought out and potentially raped like what he might have to endure, what with the man’s erection in his pants being stimulated by him sitting on it.
   “Come on Tovu, don’t get bought out. Please don’t be bought, so you can be transferred into another place where you’ll get a loving home instead…” the boy prays to himself in his head, staring at the frozen boy on stage.
   Tovu, on the other hand, is immobilized. He saw what happened to Aegal from backstage, and not sure if he would want to go to men who enjoy seeing him like that. But on the other hand, if he doesn’t get adopted, he’s going to be transferred, and who knows where that will be.
   “Ah, I guess not again this time,” the host speaks up to end the bid. Nobody is getting the 7-year-old dog boy, believe it or not.
   Unable to tell if he should be glad or sad, the boy steps off the stage by the hushed command of the backstage caretaker. Aegal smiles while he walks off, happy for his short-lived friendship.
   “Up next, we have something you’re definitely going to take home with you, even younger kids!! Are you ready, gentlemen?”
   The audience claps silently, some of the guests’ interest peaks even higher than before. It’s time for the 3-5 year olds.
   One by one, the children are sent on stage, unable to perform any tricks, let alone follow commands. Yet, their bids are flying in like a waterfall,
   “Sold!! Leopard boy for 4000!”
   “Sold! Human girl for 3500!”
   “Bear boy for 4500 to the Walters!”
   “Sold!!”
   “Sold!”
   …
   Slowly, the amount of children in the audience grows. Most of the children in the category go to two sponsors, Mr. Marote, who collects all the girls, and the Walters, who buys up all the boys. The category has so many kids, it’s becoming difficult for them to have a place to stand or sit around their respective buyers.
   “Come here little boy!!” One of the Walters reaches out to the incoming child.
   “I hope they have many more, your sexual appetite is getting larger these days.”
   “Thanks for buying me all these boys,” the man turns over to his accompanying partner, his hand still molesting the boy’s genitals inside his pants.
   “You’re welcome baby,” the goat answers, leaning in to kiss the other man, “now keep it in your pants and stop molesting them in public.”
   Aegal looks over to the harem of children amassed by the two buyers, and a chill runs down his spine. What those men are going to do them that they need so many, he can’t bear to imagine. But, finally, a certain cat boy steps onto the stage, and a different client has his interest peaked. Willy steps on stage alone, having not seen or known anything that happened before him other than previous kids his age also having done the same. Down in the audience, a middle aged man gently taps on the shoulder of his boss, then point towards the child and whispers,
   “Sir, that one please…”
   “Hm? Oh.”
   The big bear man, slightly older than the man making his request, turns back to the stage and observes the little cat boy in overalls,
   “Him? Are you sure?”
   “Yes, please.”
   “Alright, as you wish.”
   Willy is instructed to make a turn, showing his lithe frame in the cute outfit. Looking out to the audience, he can immediately catch Aegal almost fully naked, but no trace of Tovu, the dog boy, anywhere.
   “1000 for starters, 1000.”
   As per usual, the Walters make their calls, followed by several other buyers, who usually fail to catch anything due to the exuberant amounts that the Walters are willing to pay, but this time, they have a real competition.
   “6000 for the Walters, 6000, 6000. 7000 for Mr. Excali, fantastic.”
   Words are starting to fly, as per usual when someone goes head to head with the Walters when it comes to boys this age. Someone must reaaaaaally want the child to dare buy it off their hands. For example, no boys of this category have gone to anyone else tonight.
   “10,000 for the Walters, Mr. Excali, 11,000? 11,000! 12,000 for the Walters?”
   A moment of hesitation passes, and the money handler of the two Walters speaks up,
   “15,000!”
   The room rumbles with gossip. Oh, it’s on. The host confirms the amount, then goes right back to the other bidder. Not only do guests get to buy fuckable children, they also get entertainment, like this. Rich pedophiles live for the drama, I guess.
   “25,000!”
   The room bursts into cheer and applause. Once every auction night, it happens. Someone dares outbid the Walters, and tonight, it’s Mr. Excali. Words fly as to why he would want the boy so bad, while he usually go for the toddler girls himself. What could possibly make him spend such unbelievable amounts of money? The bear man takes a swig from his whiskey glass and sets it back down on the table, shaking his leg, fully aware of the eyes and gossip going around and at him.
   “25,000 for Mr. Excali! What a spend, gentlemen. Do I get a 30,000 from the Walters? 30,000 for this highly requested young boy. 30,000?”
   One of the Walters, the chubby tiger man, pulls his hands out of two boy’s pants, “can we get that boy, pleaseeeeee?”
   “I’m sorry baby, it’s over budget...” the other man looks back, “…but we can get you something else, okay? I promise!”
   Defeated, the chubby tiger goes back to molesting a child in his lap. The other man signals a retreat, the bid is closed.
   “SOLD!! To the highest breeder!! 25,000 for Mr. Excali!!! A fine purchase, sir, I hope you are satisfied with your acquisition.”
   Willy is disappointed at the very least, no signs of Tovu, and the man sitting with Aegal shows no interest in him. Distraught as he is, Willy steps off the stage, carrying his teddy bear with him loosely in his arms. Making his way to the big bear man seated at the furthest back of the Event hall as he was instructed, the cat boy tries his best to say hello,
   “He-Hello sir…”
   “Hm? Me? Oh no, him,” the man throws his gaze and thumb towards his butler, whom his leaning down closer to him.
   The middle aged man can’t believe his eyes. So close, yet so far. So alike, yet so different. He slowly leans down to him with open arms, embracing the boy in the lightest manner, mumbling the quietest words,
   “Oh… Oh my… Oh… My dear, dear boy…”
   “Hm? Oh I guess he does look like your long gone son, huh?”
   The tall lean male gives no reply, but to hold Willy in his arms.
   “Heh,” the bear chuckles, “after all these years you’re still holding onto him, huh? Well, he’s all yours, Dennis. He’s under you like you work for me. He lives in your quarter, so do whatever you want with him, I don’t care. Again, my gift to you,” the tiger man pats his butler on the back, “happy 40th year being by my side, old pal.”
   The elderly male can only hug and mumble, “Oh son… I remember all these years… your face, your smile, your laugh,… all these memories we’ve had, all these things we’ve built,” he hugs Willy tighter in his arms, “all these games we used to play,… everything, I’ve missed you so much, my child…”
   Finally letting him go, the adult set his adopted son onto the ground again. Willy looks up at the old man,
   “Are you… my daddy?”
   Holding back a tear and a sob, the old man replies,
   “Yes, dear. Yes I am…”
   Staring from afar, the only person who caught Mr.Excali’s butler hugging the child, as everyone’s attention to focused to the stage with the last girl being auctioned off between Mr. Marote and the Valinski brothers, is the Walter tiger man. Turning over to his partner, he demands,
   “Babe, I want that boy!”
   “Why do you want him so bad? He’s already sold off, we can’t buy him.”
   “But I want him!!”
   “Calm down,” the man rolls his eyes, “you can get something else later, okay?”
   “But they’re out of boys already!”
   “Then next time!” He hushes his chubby feline while clapping with the crowd.
   “And now… the most exciting category of all… the toddlers!”
   The room cheers in unison. The children are going to be brought on stage by caretakers, and undressed by them to show the clients their “goods”. The first child that gets brought up is a lion boy, still in his diapers. Seeing the opportunity, the chubby Walters turns to his side,
   “Babe,” he looks his partner in his eyes, “I want. That baby.”
   The man’s eyes widen, “a baby?!?”
   “I want. That. Baby.”
   “Baby what the fuck? You’re into babies now?!”
   “Yeah. And you said I can get what I want. So I want. That. Baby!”
   “Alright, you pervert…”
   The Walters start jumping in on the deal, to the surprise of most people. Unsurprisingly, the child goes off to the Walters at the full 25,000 dollars. The chubby tiger man welcomes the child into his arms, forcing himself to enjoy such a small fuck toy, but fuck it, if he doesn’t get what he wants then he’ll make his husband bear the weight of watching him defile a toddler, even if he has to learn to love a toddler’s anus first.

   The rest of the night goes on unsurprisingly normal. The remaining toddlers get auctioned off to various people, the evening closes and everyone prepares to leave. Butlers and other servants sign off the checks and cash payments to the staff of the orphanage, everyone starts complementing and commenting on each other’s purchases, the children bid each other farewell before being hushed into the back of limousines, or rows of cars and buses. Aegal, throughout the rest of the evening, watches in silent joy as the old man embraces and takes care of Willy in his arms, setting him on an empty seat next to him at the table, the cat boy is seemingly in good hands after all, unlike him and his buyer, who got nothing else for the rest of the night, only focused on drinking and joining in with the crowd, with his hard penis rubbing against his buttocks the entire time, the man occasionally leaning down to make very disturbing comments at the boy, how impregnable he is, how tight virgins are, how he enjoy turning a slave into a slut,…
   At the end of the night, when the guests are preparing to leave, Willy catches sight of Aegal again and runs over to him,
   “Aegallll!!!”
   The boy jumps into the human for an embrace, making the Meat’s master stop and greet the oncoming guests,
   “Aegal, please don’t go, please come with me, this man is nice and he’s going to take good care of us. Please come home with me!!”
   “Ah,” the snow leopard man asks, “I remember this being your purchase, Mr. Excali? What prompted you to such a firing between you and the Walters, may I ask? You don’t usually seem the type to enjoy… such kids.”
   “Old pal Dennis’ gift. 40 years now, and counting! Of course I didn’t get him for myself,” the bear man says as he gestures to the two toddler girls being held by his butler in his arms.
   As the men continue chatting, down below, the boys aren’t having such a casual discussion,
   “No, Willy I can’t. I’m sorry, Mr. Chance is my parent now... you have a better parent than I do, so be a good boy, okay?”
   “No no no! I don’t wanna leave Aegal. I’ll leave with you!”
   “No, Willy, you can’t… we’ll keep in touch, okay? We’ll write letters or send messages, okay?”
   “Daddy?” The cat boy tugs onto old Dennis’ jacket, “can we go home with Aegal? Pleaaaaaase?”
   “No, my child. I’m sorry, that’s not up for us to decide, my dear,” the man bends down to soothe his adopted son, keeping the toddlers in his arms neat so they don’t fall, “but you can keep in touch if you wanna talk with your little friend, okay?”
   The little cat boy turns to Mr. Excali, “please sir can I talk to Aegal?”
   The man shrugs, “he’s not my child. Dennis, you decide.”
   “O-Oh, well, in that case, only if Mr. Chance allows it.”
   “Which I won’t,” the man cuts in right away, “I bought my Meat to fuck, not to play house. You can keep sending whatever but your… Eagle or whatever, won’t be around to read it. Now come, I have some business to attend to. I bid you good evening, Mr. Excali.”
   “Goodnight to you too.” The bear man waves as he watches the snow leopard man drags his purchase by the collar to the parking lot, followed suit by his servant. The old butler could only bow goodbye, while Willy watches in tears.
   “Don’t worry, my dear,” the old man comforts the cat boy, “we’ll send him many letters, okay? Eventually he’ll let your friend reply.”
“S-Sure” Willy says through his sobbing, tears rolling down his face.

~~

   The door swings open, and Meat is introduced to his bedroom. Just a casual king sized bed, a bookshelf, a desk and chair, a whip, ball gag, some dildos on the shelf, a bedside table, some random strips hanging from the ceiling… everything that a normal bedroom for a child sex slave would have. You can imagine it. The room seems warm and spacious but the more you look, the more you can tell a child gets fucked here. A thick, thick glass window that is presumably soundproof lets in the night moonlight, accompanying the electric bulbs. Meat gets pushed into the room, and Mr. Chance slams the door closed behind him. Looking down at the boy just a head taller than where his crotch is, the feline man commands,
  “Strip.”
   Fearing the repercussions of not obeying, Meat drops the singular underwear he’s been wearing since he got “home” to his knees, trembling in fear, his eyes glued to the man’s crotch hiding an unbelievable bulge underneath the fine cloth to avert his eyes.
   “Now make Daddy naked like the good fuck toy that you are.”
   Looking up to the man, the human boy does his best to avoid his glaring gaze, while he takes off the man’s coat. The silk garment slides off his muscular torso with ease, and fall to the ground. Next, the boy fumbles with his tie, already not knowing how to tie it up let along undoing one.
   “Dumb fucking slut… Here.”
   The man growls in displeasure and pulls the first part of his tie loose. Following his instructions, Meat pulls on the rest of the tie and gets it all off his collar, dropping the dark colored item to the ground. Then, with shaky hands from fear, the boy goes for the adult’s shirt. Unbuttoning one by one, the white linen comes loose to reveal the man’s muscular torso, covered by a black leather harness, the metal ring holding the straps together reflects a distorted image of the fearsome child. Once the shirt hits the ground, the man lifts his arms to flex, all the muscles of his torso reveal themselves in front of the boy like a statue, without giving a touch he is still afraid of how big and strong the man can be. Despite the fluffy fur of a snow leopard, the physique of the man still shines through,
   “You like this?”
   The boy falls silent, unable to lie, yet unable to answer.
   “You like this, boy?!”
   Meat can only keep silent and look down at his knees.
   Mr. Chance immediate grabs him by the neck and smacks the boy up against the wall, both feet dangling from the air,
   “I SAID, you like THIS??!” 
   Crying and yelping in fear, yet being choked out of air he silently nods the slightest amount while being held up by his Daddy. Given the answer, the adult drops him to the ground, glaring down as he watches the poor boy coughs and chokes for air, giving him a moment before ordering again,
   “Continue.”
   Meat sobs and sniffles through his tears and gets on his knees, reaching up to undo the man’s belt and pants. The metal clinks and the adult’s belt is undone, now to the plastic button and zipper that’s holding the frail fabric containing the man’s erection together. A snap and zip, and his pants are off. An astonishingly big and girthy cock pokes out of his underwear, to the point where the only good they do is keep his balls in place. The boy swallows his fear and pulls the black cotton down, revealing the full size of the man’s cock. The big giant angry cock stands at 9 inches in length, and the girth gets thicker at the center of his length. The man steps out of the pants pooling at his ankles, making his weapon wave back and forth in front of the boy like the barrel of a gun.
   “Grab,” the man points towards his underwear crumble at his feet.
   Meat picks up the item and hands it to the man, his eyes averting the staring gaze of the pervert’s penis. However, the man grabs him by his chin, and points his face up at his own, brandishing the sweaty boxer briefs in his hand. The feline man flips it around to look for the appropriate spot, before forcing the wet precum soaked front onto the boy’s nose, and wrapping the rest of the garment around his head, leaving his mouth open.
   “Smell my precum. You’ll get used to it, whether you like it or not.”
   Suddenly, the man lowers himself down to grab the human child by his torso, forcefully dragging him over to the desk. The boy hastily steps in the same direction, before being forcefully slammed down onto the desk, the lamp and items rumble, making a loud “THUD” before the boy can react. Mr. Chance then grabs both his wrists and pins them above the boy’s head, right up against the wall, and with one knee on table and his crotch pinning the child’s body to the desk, the pedo man commands,
   “Suck,” referring to the massive cock pointing right at Meat’s mouth.
   The boy hesitates. The man’s smell is coming off very strong, a mix of sweat and precum infiltrating the boy’s nostrils like male pheromones. Sensing more disobey from the child, Mr. Chance grips the boy’s muzzle with his other hand and leans down to his face,
   “SUCK,” the man grits his teeth, “or else I show you what sex toys can kill a child.”
   Meat fearfully opens up his mouth to a minimum to let his cock tip in. Dissatisfied, the man shoves his hips forward, sending a few inches of pedo cock into the boy’s mouth. It tastes salty, but most of all, the feeling is wrong. So wrong. Oh so, so wrong. But being forced to take it in has helped Meat, and he starts bobbing his head on the man’s raging hard-on voluntarily. “Fucking finally,” he thinks to himself, as the soft simulation of a slave’s young mouth get him off. The snow leopard throws his head back in pleasure, letting a moan escape his lips as his free hand travels up and down his own muscular body.
   Coming back to reality, the man starts the next phase of the poor kid’s training. Pulling out the drawer of the desk, where he’d previously hidden a stash of items, the man starts putting the necessary items on the desk. A couple of small rings, needles, cotton pads, a filled syringe, a pair of clamps and a bottle of clear liquid. The rumbling on the table is all Meat can hear as his eyes are hyper-focused on the man’s penis going in and out of his mouth, and his mind clouded from fear. The feline man prepares himself and the objects on the table, laying them out one by one next to each other, ready for operation. Finally, still in his position, dominating over the poor little boy, one knee on the table and one arm pinning the boy’s arms to the wall, he commands,
   “Bite down and you will regret it. Scream all you want.”
   And before the child can process the full extent what the man’s treat is indicating, his chest is already struck with a piercing pain, quite literally. The predator has clamped the child’s nipple together, locked it in place, laid it down, then drove the needle straight through his tiny little boy nipples. Meat screams, his muffled cries comes out through the man’s erect penis and into the underwear, and tears quickly rolls down his face. Just as fast as it started, the needle comes out of the human boy’s body, and one of the little rings quickly replaces it in the newly formed hole on the boy’s chest. Mr. Chance then presses a cotton pad lined with the clear disinfectant onto his toy’s new nipple piercing, stopping the bleeding. Meat-boy is still screaming, sobbing and yelling out, gasping in pain and crying for help, wishing a superhero would come and save him right now. Before the child can calm down from the pain of the first one, the snow leopard has already started the second one on the other nipple, causing the child to yell out once again, his heart thumping fast and tears continue pouring out of his sockets. Yet, the screaming is like dirty talking to the pedophile, combining with the vibrations around the tip of his cock and the boy’s warm mouth engulfing his rock hard cock, all send a large amount of pleasure throughout the man’s body.
   “Ughffff, so good… So good…” the man moans, closing his eyes to enjoy the perverted moment, “such a good boy…”
   The man starts bucking his hips into the boy’s mouth, unable to wait anymore to use the little boy’s body and knowing how the boy’s in pain, he won’t follow any other commands. So in and out of the boy’s mouth he goes, the feline man’s cock getting serviced by the unwilling boy, on and on for a few minutes before the adult gives a sigh of relief, his rock hard cock is so erect that even throbbing hurts. He removes the cotton pads from the child’s nipples, the bleeding has stopped and piercings are perfectly done. Mr. Chance smirks in satisfaction, then pulls himself out of the boy, a trail of saliva pulling from the tip of his cock to the boy’s tongue, the little kid still crying and sobbing from his abuse. The feline man pulls out a short chain from the desk drawer and hooks them to the boy’s rings, before standing back to admire his work. Content with his work on the child, he pulls the child away from the table by his newly installed chain, leading him to the strips of fabric hanging from the ceiling. The man ties both the child’s arms to the strip, restricting his movements, making him fear for what’s to come. Mr. Chance then takes a dildo off the shelf, forces it into the boy’s mouth and commands,
   “Lube it up.”
   Knowing there’s no good in disobeying his new adopter ever, Meat starts leaving loads of his saliva on the plastic toy against his will, the large toy and underwear on his face making it hard from him to breathe, before it’s pulled out of his mouth. With the wet dildo in his hand, the predator shifts himself to the boy’s back, grabs his buttocks and spreads them apart. Then, without hesitation to the pink hole shyly twitching, the man forcibly pushes the toy up the boy’s anus, causing him to scream out and cry again. Another hard push and the toy is hilted up the child, small abrasions starts forming all over his rectum as he cries and begs for the man to stop,
   “Waaaaaaaaahhhhh sir p-please… Please stop!! Waaaaaaah!!!”
   The futile wailing makes the man’s cock throbs and spews out a glob of precum at the tip, “ugh…” he moans, he’s so horny right now that his boner hurts. It’s almost like you can see the veins on his cock pump with each throb. Mr. Chance then pulls a stool over from next to the bookshelf and attaches the dildo’s base to it. Then, he drags the boy’s knees up to his stomach and ties them to his body, leaving his anus wrapped around the sex toy.
   The snow leopard then grabs a ping pong paddle in one hand, and with the other, starts tugging on the ropes holding the boy up, making it pull him up and down on the dildo. As he starts training the human to become his new sex toy, all while the boy is still sobbing and weeping from the sex abuse, the feline starts smacking the kid’s butt cheeks with a paddle, making his yelp after every hit. Meat’s screams and pleadings starts mixing up with the adult’s breaths and low groans, Mr. Chance’s sexual energy starts emanating more and more through his body,
   “Good boy…” he groans, “loosen your hole up for Daddy…”
   Another spank on the boy’s reddened butt, eliciting yet another yelp from the poor human. But after a few minutes of constant torturing, the man’s tone shifts,
   “Good fucking…!!!”
   The swinging of his cock after every hit on the boy is little, yet more than enough to send him over the edge,
   “Fucking… hey,” he commands the boy, “lookie here, huh…? This is what you’re gonna… FUCK!!”
   The man shoots his first wad of cum straight at the child’s face, making him squints his eyes tight. Heavy moans and panting leaves the adult’s mouth as his cock spurts all over the hanging child, his hand quickly grabbing and stroking his tool to pleasure himself. 7 loads of cum lands on Meat before the eighth hits the ground, the rest of the orgasm has to be squeezed out of the male’s roaring penis,
   “FUCK… Grrrrrrrrraaaaaaargh… FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!”
   As the snow leopard starts settling into afterglow, his groans become more aggressive, and his body becomes glistened with sweat. The boy’s face is still covered with his abuser’s seeds, but as the man becomes more silent, the physical pain seems to stop. Slowly opening his eyes to avoid any of his Daddy’s penis juice dripping into them, Meat slowly comes to realize his eternal future with his adopter: A dark, dark future of abuse, all this physical acts performed on him for the man’s pleasure.
   “Aaaaaargh… Fuck… You made me like this, see?” The feline swings his hips side to side, making his still hard penis swing with him, the very little bead of semen left on the tip on his penis flings off onto the floor, “I’d like to keep going, but,” he glances to his watch, “I have to go.”
   As soon as he finishes his words to the boy, the half-satisfied pedophile leaves. Still half naked with his leather gear on his body, his hard cock still swinging out and about, sweat dripping down his fur, he leaves the boy still tied up in his room. The door slams shut, and the room becomes silent again. Meat continues to sob, begging for him, for anybody, to return soon and let him down from the restraints keeping him floating, the large dildo still stretching his anus. “Please… please…” he begs in silence.
   Only three minutes later, the door opens up again, but this time it’s not Mr. Chance, but the same servant that accompanied him to the event that same evening. As he pushes a small cart into the room and approaches Meat, the boy pleads,
   “Sir… sir please… help me… please let me go…”
   “I’m sorry, little boy,” the man answers as he starts undoing the ropes keeping his legs up, “that’s not for me to decide, besides…” the man sticks his tongue out and licks up a gulp of semen pooling on the boy’s body, then takes the underwear of his boss and takes a deep sniff from it, “…you’ll be good entertainment and use to Mr. Chance.”
   Seeing the man’s actions towards him, Meat becomes silent with defeat. Of course, everyone that works for his Daddy are okay with him torturing the boy like this. The human gets lowered down to the floor, as before he can pull the sex toy out of his anus, the man stops him,
   “Wait, no no no. You can’t remove that. In fact,” he grabs a long strap from the shelf and attaches it to the plastic toy, wrapping the strap around his crotch, “you have to wear this until Mr. Chance instructs you to take it off, or when you have to go to the toilet. Now, go take a shower and clean yourself up, and when you finish we have more things to put on you. Mr. Chance needs you to… grow… before continuing to use you. And hurry up.”
   As the boy runs off to the bathroom, completely naked with the toy slowing him down, the servant setting aside a small penis milker to connect to the boy’s straps.

~~

   “You better not disappoint me.”
   “Yes Daddy…”
   Only a few days after their first “connection”, thanks to the constant abuse and non-stop toy being used Meat, the boy has start puberty early, which is perfect for Mr. Chance’s plan. The adult has been planning something, and apparently it involves more sex forced on the boy, which is not breaking news, but the leopard seems very attentive to the event. As the man prepares to leave to boy’s room, leaving him and his servants in the room to prepare for the evening, he points towards Meat and the boy stares back,
   “Do NOT disappoint me.” The man slams the door behind him.
   “Not like I ever could…” the boy sighs in relief now that his Daddy is gone.
   The servants chuckle. The boy has learnt to know his place well, and now he’s ready for “the night.”
   “Alright, come here baby boy,” one of the servants calls the boy over to the same place as the straps hanging from the ceiling, “we have to tie you up.”
   “Okay…”
   A few minutes passes and the boy is once again floating in midair, this time his eyes are covered up, his body sideways, arms and legs tied behind his back, his little cocklet hanging straight down and a ball gag is placed in his mouth. Giving the boy a couple slaps on the butt, the servant reassures him,
   “Alright, comfortable?”
   The boy only nods, unable to give an answer.
   “Alright then. Mr. Chance will be back very soon. And remember, don’t disappoint him,” the servants tidy up and leave the boy in his room.
   “What’s this all about, geez!” The boy wonders in his head as he slowly swing back and forth on the straps, deafening silence fills the room as darkness takes over the human’s vision. Footsteps outside the door, quiet chattering, clicking and clanking sounds,…the smallest noises make the boy perk up his ear, nervous for his Daddy’s return. Time flows like a lazy river with no ends, this definitely isn’t the first time Meat has been bound up and made to wait as Mr. Chance puts the sex session on hold. 
   5 minutes, 10 minutes,… it’s almost like Meat can start counting the minutes go by. But before boredom can set in, footsteps start getting louder before he hears the door swing open, and the familiar voice returns,
   “Ready?”
   “I’m ready, baby,” another man’s voice fills his ears.
   “Open your eyes… Surprise!”
   “Mmmm you did buy a boy from that night huh? What’s so surprising then?”
   “Look closer.”
   A moment of silence passes as one of the men approaches Meat, “Mmmm, a human boy~?”
   His Daddy chuckles, “surprised?”
   “Definitely baby~ Give me a kiss.”
   Wet kisses are exchanged between the two men. “Daddy’s boyfriend?” The human boy ponders, before the two males break away from their romantic moment. A couple of footsteps thudding on the wooden floor, and the straps covering the human’s eyes are removed,
   “Hello, little boy~” the man in front of him leans down to his face and eyes the boy up and down, “Meat’, huh?”
   The little kid can only give some random sounds with the ball in his mouth.
   “Is he… ready?”
   “Yes.”
   “Mmmm, then can we…?”
   “Have a tri-hybrid? Sure.”
   The stranger man, who is a green-scaled lizard the same height and build as his Daddy, wraps his arms around his boyfriend’s neck and leans in for another kiss between the two. “The plan” for tonight is apparently just a date as Meat’s Daddy reveals him as a gift to his boyfriend. Then what, they’re going to rape him together?
   The two break away from the kiss and start taking each other’s clothes off. As their shirts flutter to the floor, the human boy can see their muscular bodies wrapped up in the same pair of leather straps and metal features. Their clothes keep coming off and hitting the floor until the bare bodies are presented in front of the child, their cocks hard and ready for the action. It’s actually amazing how both their hard-ons are also extremely alike, from shape to length, skin and girth. The reptile walks around the child, past where his legs are being spread apart by the ropes, and admires his hole,
   “Ahahahahaha… this much work done?” The man indicates the boy’s battered hole.
   “Yes, but not a single drop of semen, ever.”
   “I know,” the man spits a glob of saliva onto the pink but puffy anus, “can’t risk him getting pregnant yet, huh?”
   Pregnant? Getting pregnant? What are they talking about? Boys… Can boys get pregnant?
   “As much as I wanted to dig into that human canal, but nope.”
   “Thanks, baby.”
   The lizard man ends his words by removing the ball gag, grabbing onto Meat’s head and shoving his entire length into the boy’s mouth. Quick to realize what the adult wants to do with his throat, the 7-year-old loosens his jaw and throat to avoid his teeth or muscles restricting his Daddy’s man friend’s cock from entering. Meanwhile, the snow leopard goes to the other side, lines himself up with the already wet hole, grabs the kid’s hips as he sinks the tip of his cock inside, then places both his hands onto the cumdump’s shoulders as he forces the rest of his length in, all while hissing through his teeth,
   “Ah… fuck!” The man spanks Meat’s butt as all his cock is buried in the boy’s rectum.
   On the other side, his lizard boyfriend is surely enjoying a young boy’s throat pleasuring his male organ, and he starts buckling his hips to fuck the child’s wind pipe. But as his lower stomach presses against the boy’s mouth, he starts to notice something else,
   “Damn, all this wine I drank earlier… and I haven’t had a piss all day…”
   The leopard man chuckles as his boyfriend lets out a torrent of pale yellow warm urine down the boy’s throat. As grossed out as the boy is, lucky for him none of the liquid is hitting his tongue, so the only thing he can taste is the adult’s sweaty penis. The stream of light golden pee goes down in gulps into the child’s stomach, then ends with the man pulling his cock back and forth to continue using his new sex toy’s mouth, making the last drops of piss hit the back of Meat’s tongue, and his throat constricts due to the bitter taste.
   “Woaaaaaahaha, careful there little boy,” the lizard man pauses himself to stroke the boy’s head, “that tight around my cock? Thought I was dicking a toddler for a sec there!”
   “Kinda gross,” the boy’s Daddy comments.
   “I know, you were never into piss play… but I wanna use him how I want.”
   “Don’t let it touch me then.”
   “Yeah yeah I know,” the lizard smiles, “come,” he gestures his hand, and they both lean in for a kiss yet again, both their hard penises buried in the boy.

   Both the men continue their night by taking turns exploring the deep ends of a young human child, each of their cocks getting wet by the child’s saliva, then to the mixture of boy juices, spit residue, and each other’s precum, then back again. Wet slaps, throating chokes, smacks and kisses, moans and groans,… all mix together for a debased scene playing out inside of a child’s bedroom. The love of two adults, and the love of fucking young boys from both ends, as the pale moonlight cast their shadows onto the walls and floor.
   Finally after constantly pleasuring themselves and each other for almost an hour straight, the men are covered in sweat and pheromones.
   “Fuck…I’m gonna…” the feline male huffs.
   “You’re close?” His boyfriend prompts.
   “Y-yeah… Gonna cum in this boy pussy…”
   “Me too… Are we gonna…?”
   “Defintely! Ah--Oh fuck I’m gonna-- GrrrrrrRRRAAAAAGAAAGH!!!”
The man grunts loudly as he thrusts hard against the poor kid’s hips, shoving his cock up into the human womb inside the boy. Bursting his cum up into the tiny organ, he digs his fingers into the soft tender skin, panting heavily as his knees struggle to stand up straight. Cum fills up the tiny womb before leaking back out, going up the boy’s guts and squeezing out his anus. The feline man drowns in ecstasy, nothing ever beat child-fucking with his sexy boyfriend, and the result is cumming his brains out as he unloads his penis into the little boy’s canals. 30 seconds of mind melting orgasm later, and his cock finally finishes. The snow leopard immediately steps backwards, pulls himself out of his sex slave, before falling backwards and lying flat on the floor, panting heavily from being so out of breath, his eyes staring up the ceiling. His lizard boyfriend quickly replaces his spot, shoving his raging penis into the same hole, stopping the cum from leaking out of the puffy gaping boy hole before the reptile himself reaches climax,
   “Fuck, your cum makes it so sl-slippery--F-FUCK!!!!”
   Another man’s worth of cum unloads into the little kid’s womb, the mixture of both the males’ semen will now guarantee the boy will become pregnant with a tri-hybrid. The second torrent of cum pushes the first one up further into his guts, making it look like he had a much bigger dinner. The man groans in pleasure as more cum fills up his boyfriend’s purchase, more and more of it leaks back out the young one’s anus. Mr. Chance looks down, to where his boyfriend is buckling his hips into the kid, staring at his tensed up butt cheeks, and it fills him with a deep feeling of affection. Half a minute later, and the reptile goes into afterglow as well, panting and panting on as he slowly pull his overstimulated dick out of the child, making a wet slop and a stream of cum to leak out the gaping child. The man then quickly plugs up the whole with the dildo he happens to spot nearby and turns on the vibration. He returns the ball gag on the child, despite his protests not to be bound up and let go, followed by the strap previously used to cover his eyes, placed back to where it was. 
   Tired out of his mind, he lies down next to his hubby, both the men snicker as they cuddle each other on the floor, slowly falling asleep with both their semi-hard cocks still wet. And of course, Meat is still hanging in the ropes, having to sleep with his limbs tied up and body floating off the ground, knowing he isn’t allowed to call anyone for help until the morning.