Winston Wydeloade stepped out of the elevator, delighted by the acquisition of this boy. It had been such a streak of luck! He couldn't believe it! No need to resort to adoption agencies or auctions within the Daddy Dimension! He walked briskly away, as proud as if he had just birthed Ray himself and made his way back home, thinking about all the fun things he had to buy and how much his life was going to change for the better. In fact, Winston was so preoccupied with the fun he'd have with Ray around that he was unaware that he'd slip his cardkey in the elevator wrong. His magic cardkey. This meant that the elevator remained connected to the normal world a while more. A quarter of an hour at most. Unfortunately, it still mean an accident could occur.
And an accident DID occur. A teen of fifteen called the elevator and was drawn into the Daddy Dimension. He had been in the building of the normal work to do a school report. If he had taken the lift barely a few minutes later, he would have been safe, but he did not, and this sealed his fate. He was a tall, rather bulky teen, with black hair and more importantly, he was a first-class bully. The very intolerant sort that loved to look down on anything they saw as "gay". His name was Christian Matthews and the sight that greeted his eyes left him dumbstruck. He had never seen this creepy mall or floor before! Appalled at the view of all these overweight slobs - only the masculine muscular guys found grace in his eyes - he tried to go back to the floor of normalcy he had left but quickly came to the realisation that it was to no avail. He left his report fall to the floor and stared around him, absolutely disgusted at the fact that there were no women and that guys were holding hands and kissing. Two bumped into home by mistake and he backed away, revolted and showering them with slurs about homosexuals and overweight men. He kicked up such a fuss that he stopped shouting when he felt a heavy hand upon his shoulder.
"Excuse me, young lad, but you seem to belong to nobody. Who's your Daddy?" said sternly the security guard.
Christian shook himself away and used more foul language. The security guard frowned and seized him by the collar. This punk needed to be taught a lesson. It was quite urgent, that much was clear.
"All right. Off to the auction you go, you idiotic bully," he growled, dragging Christian with him.
The guard did not heed Christian's shouts and protests. The guard hated bullies and he recognised one when he saw one. He was going to make sure that boy stopped thinking so poorly of manly love. The other solution would be to make sure he went off to the roughest, sternest Daddy out there. Either way, that bully was in for a big punishment.