Slavery, 96
Greg’s pants were uncomfortably tight and it was probably because he kept drawing horny pictures of Grey Rain.
They weren’t supposed to be horny, he’d just wanted to draw Grey Rain the way he looked during the full moon, as a present for him. But he always looked horny during the full moon and Greg wanted to get him right, so he’d been drawing him a bit horny.
He hadn’t quite gotten him right yet, so he was still trying. He sighed, looking at his latest drawing, moving it aside and starting on a fresh sheet of paper, reaching down into his pants to adjust himself.
“That’s very good,” Gavin said, across the table.