Setsun yelped as he's grabbed roughly, and lifted easily. He stinks of the giant's lovemaking, and he's barely clothed, so he was obviously defenseless. Not only that, but the drug still hadn't worn off. He struggled weakly against the strong men's grips.<br/><br/>"Please, no," he whimpered, "he told me to leave. To go home."<br/><br/>He looked down at the bulge in their front, knowing almost immediatly the general idea of the guard's intent. "Please, no . . ." Though, in truth, the drug was making his mind say the exact opposite.