Setsun doesn't even bother struggling as he's led down the hallway by the two guards, both of them obviously burly, though he couldn't really make out specifics from the way they were dragging him, and from the effect of the drugs. He couldn't help but cry slightly as the one called Jarek lewdly ground himself into the boy's backside, and as the one called Marek tied him to the chair. The ropes cut into his arms, and the positioning was uncomfortable, but he knew this wasn't about his comfort. He knew he was going to be taking the two men, and that knowledge was enough to set the drug off again. Soon his cock was fully erect, his butt grinding back against the man with almost equal lewdness. "Please, Sirs . . .breed me . . .please . . ."