That's sad, because it's true (almost, seeing as he's worse, never demanding money for spreading his legs). He's never been all that picky. Them being interested in fucking him was all he ever needed. Obviously that time's over now: he can't pick anymore, even if he wanted to.

He shifts, trying to let the soothing gesture of Jade petting him override the sinking feeling of anxiety. The pinching hurts which is probably the intent, but he exhales slowly and silences himself that way. It won't work with everything that's going to happen; for now breathing is sufficient.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he turns his head. It's fine to walk around naked. Well, not so bad, at least. Having someone stare at his groin up close makes him want to press his thighs together, though. His legs tremble with the effort he puts into not doing that. He's go nothing to hide, he thinks; he's average, but most importantly, cleaner than he's ever been before.