Pull up your pyjama pants to hide your sheath

Your attempts prove futile as the slack elastic once again sags below your sheath, hanging precariously off your narrow hips.Grunting in annoyance you pull the thin fabric off and throw it across the room, hitting the mirror frame with force enough to make it fall over.

'shit Shit SHIT' you cry as you rush across the room to save the mirror, bringing it back to balance before catching sight of your reflection again, notably the bright pink of your thick 7 inch barbed cock jutting out; hard from the sudden burst of adrenaline you received. You absently run your paw down your muscular torso towards your erect dick, the barbs feel soft and pliable to the touch and the pleasure from your strokes is met with soft grunts from deep in your throat.

A sense of duty slips into your brain however, and you feel the need to make something of today. Especially since you’re recently out of a job.