"Wha--" He looked down at himself and noticed that he was very obviously tenting in his pants. And now that he noticed, he felt it. He felt it surge through him. His face almost went entirely red as he tried to process this. He was all hard and turned on. But he wasn't a weirdo pervert so why was he? "It ain't my fault, you were all over me! You must have done something."

He tried to will it down but it wasn't going down. If anything, now he knew, it was getting harder. Go down! He tried to pull himself up and his jeans dragged against his cock, making him half wince, half whimper.

"Did you drug me?!" How? When? These things were not important. It just had to be Jonathan's fault.