Mr J

“I have an odd request for you." I said hesitantly while considering the next words I would use. "Could I ride you?" I asked nervously. Bob broke out in laughter before responding. "Gee, Boss, I didn't know you felt that way. What'll the girls say? I don't want them to think I'm a slut." Damnit, I knew it would end up like this, but it was still better than asking if I could use him as a mount. I sighed and rubbed my face with my hand as I responded. "You know what I mean, like a horse." "I didn't know you did that with horses, too! Maybe you're the slut." Bob said, still chuckling. "Come on, Bob." "Isn't that what you're trying to do?" He was now practically cackling. "Okay, okay, I admit it. You're just too damn pretty. I can't wait to get on top of you and pull your hair as I ride you in front of everyone." I said, now also laughing.”
― John Domus Cruo, A Flesh Golem's Ascension