No, he throw the drink at the hooded man

John having a bad feeling about the hooded man intentions. He threw the vial of the unknown liquid at the hooded man. The glass shattered against the wall behind him, and the pearlescent liquid splattered on the floor, leaving a glowing trail that sizzled briefly before disappearing. A few amount of the **** bounces off the floor up into the hooded man face. The hooded man's eyes widened in shock, and the smile on his face twisted into a snarl.

"What has you done?" Anger laced the hooded man's voice as he wiped the liquid from his face. His eyes, now revealed, burned with a fury that seemed to light the room brighter than any neon light. That fury is quickly vanishing as he immediately begin to beg for John attention. "Please... I need your cock. Fuck... I'm so um... horny."

John watch the man's demeanor shift in an instant, his expression morphing from one of power and control to desperation and need. The sight was both disturbing and fascinating. The hooded man staggered back, his hands reaching for his own crotch as he moaned in agony.

John put together what the **** the man offer does. It's clear that this is a trap, but also a clue. The **** is the key to understanding Mr. Big's influence. "What the fuck is this shit?" John demanded, his voice echoing through the hallway as he grip the hooded man by the throat. "Tell me about the ****," John growled, his grip tightening on the hooded man's throat. The man's eyes rolled back, his mouth working around a **** plea for release. The sight was unsettling, but John knew he had to push for answers.

The hooded man chocked out the words. "It's... it's not what you are looking for. It a **** that umm makes whoever takes it. Want to be obedient and with further doses. Become addictive to the submissive desires. It makes... makes them want it... all the time. Can't get enough. The more... the better." His eyes glazed over as he spoke, his own desperation growing with each passing second.

John didn't want this man to come after him when the **** wears off. So he grab a few bottles and make the man drinks trying his best to turn the man into a **** cock slut.

The hooded man's eyes went wide as John shoved the bottles into his hands, his grip firm and unrelenting. "You need to take this," John said, his voice a low growl. "Drink it all. Now."

With trembling hands, the hooded man uncorked one of the bottles and took a deep gulp. His expression contorted into one of horror and ecstasy as the liquid slid down his throat. John watched in morbid fascination as the man's eyes grew glazed, his pupils dilating until all that remained was a ring of color around the vast black pools of desire. The transformation was instant, the power dynamics in the room shifting as the hooded man dropped to his knees, his hands fumbling with the fly of John's pants.

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