It's a fair request, Bob considers, not yet remotely prepared for what's about to happen. Briefly he considers the wolf could have at least given him a bit of a heads up about his intentions. He has to quickly swallow down the yelp of surprise at the visual he can just about see from where he can drop his gaze to and the accompanying sound effects.

He might be having nightmares about that later.

But the most awkward thing of all is the fact that it's impossible not to look at the massive cock hanging between his saviour's legs and that's... bigger than anything Bob's ever seen in his life. It's intimidating as fuck and so that makes the semi-boner that thickens in the tattered shorts Bob's wearing all the more bizarre as he's slung over a muscular shoulder.

He doesn't usually bottom as his first choice but he's wildly unprepared for the curiosity to hit him as hard as it does. And, of course, he's not particularly aware that he's getting hard considering he still can't feel much beyond faint tingles in his arms and legs for now.