((Tsume is fully clothed. A white undershirt beneath a black vest, with tan trousers.))<br/><br/>Tsume grimaced at the minotaur's foul order, knowing full well that he had no choice. It seemed unfair that the minotaur was able to taunt him. That was not part of the bane, as far as he could tell. Of course, he wasn't going to argue the point with the beast of wrath.<br/><br/>He dropped to his knees, crawling forwards, the stink of the beast's groin hitting him almost immediatly. Perhaps in the spirit realm or wherever these things were from one wasn't allowed to bathe, but the minotaur smelled as if he hadn't in ages. It certainly didn't help anything that just to clean these monster's would be an ordeal. Sticking out his tongue with a mixture of fear and revulsion, the boy began his foul task.<br/><br/>The taste of the bullman's scrotum was sharp and salty, much like the smell, and the flesh felt leathery beneath his tongue. With each lick of the dog's tongue, the flesh seemed to quiver slightly, perhaps in anticipation of what it was going to be receiving. Tsume was overcome with humiliation, licking this powerful male's sack out in full view of God and everyone. And the taste was only getting strong the farther back he went.