In a sudden move, Constantine turned around and sat up straight on his now stinging vent. "What did you do that for, Sir? Wasn't my vent pleasing to you? Is something wrong with it, Sir? I washed and cleaned it just like you instructed."
"The first thing, young man, you can tell me why you're lying to me. Why is this folder full of lies? Why were you sent by your ranch? You've never ever been topped—your vent's brand-new. Hasn't anyone even touched you back there?" Ben demanded.
Constantine looked at him and started to cry. "Sir, you have to do this. You have to do this. I cannot return back to my ranch unless I'm bred. I'll find somebody that will—somebody has to breed me. I can't lose my brothers."
Ben sat beside the young man who was crying profusely. "Okay, son, start with the truth. Tell me how old you are, how many cycles you've been through since you transitioned, and why you have to be bred. Why would it matter about your brothers being lost?"
