Setsun gags as the tongue enters his mouth, stretching it open so that he felt as if his jaw might crack at any moment. He struggles and against the creature's hold, eyes streaming, as the best begins to prod at his backside, searching, and almost inevitably finding his poor, abused orifice. The creature's drool tasted horrendous, almost as bad as it's smell, and he was very close to vomiting. Of course, that is, until the pain started.