Setsun takes the vial in his shaking hands, staring at the liquid in the glass in trepidation. He looks in the man's eyes, and knows he doesn't really have any choice when he's met with that cold gaze. Slowly, cautiously, he takes a sip. Then another. Then he chugs the beverage down, trying to ignore the taste. It's strange though, after the first sip . . .he started to feel strange. Stranger and stranger, like a growing burning in his stomach. Something was repeating over and over in his brain, like a chant, but it was so faint that he couldn't hear it. He stood, shaking slightly. He looks in the man's eyes. And then he drops, a quiet yelp escaping his lips as he drops to his knees. That burning was so strong now. It was want. He wanted . . .wanted . . . and the chant was growing louder .  ."--k me, uck - -, fu - - me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" He was moaning and groaning out the words at the top of his voice, writing on the floor. Then, like an animal, he moved on all fours to where the giant sat on the couch, rudely pulling himself up to sit on the giants lap, his backside rubbing against the man's cock, and his front to the man's front. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me please!" He almost screamed, drool running from his mouth and his body shaking as he took one of the man's pecs in his mouth, sucking on it hungrely.