"Let me...help you!"
By the time Volga could react, his underwear was already gone and when he woke up from his daze, he saw Nathaniel holding his loincloth in his mouth. With a violent tug, the only cloth covering his body fell to the ground and his dick trembled as it brushed against Nathaniel's nose ring. His pre-cum spurted out a little, flowing into Nathaniel's mouth. Nathaniel licked it all up with a satisfied smile. "Very...good."

Volga didn't know how to refuse, his heart wanted him to do it since he hadn't done so for a long time. Darius had gone to W. City to preach a while ago and hadn't come back yet. He'd been getting pent up, wanting Darius to hold him against the wall and fuck him hard like a toy...and now this bull in front of him surely had the body to satisfy all of his "needs." Nathaniel had everything Volga wanted, and could possibly do even more than Darius could

However, Volga still wanted to keep a little bit of his dignity, but he didn't know what exactly to say to fit the atmosphere. Despite Volga looking down at Nathaniel, he felt that the huge creature could leap up at any moment and tear his body apart...or perhaps use him like a cum tissue, getting crumpled into a ball and tossed out afterwards.

The tension in the room was getting stronger and stronger, and Volga knew that it was not Nathaniel who would be on his knees, but himself. It was Nathaniel, the tall, strong bull he'd brought back, who was the master tonight and who would dominate him. Volga could already picture himself covered in cum. He'd be Nathaniel's toy tonight...his hands, his mouth, and his ass would all be covered in cum, mixed with the smell of alcohol. Under the influence of alcohol, Nathaniel grew more aggressive, and his first command was for Volga to "get ready" with his mouth.