(Doesn't risk it.)

Whatever tension that was in Zukka's shoulders die the moment the robber frees himself from his trousers. His eyes widen a little and his face visibly pales, a sick feeling rising to the back of his throat as he's nose-to-shaft with a filthy, stinking cock.

It must be one of the larger cocks he's ever seen, and he's seen and handled his fair share of dicks. It was thick and veiny, the same grey-green colour as his skin, and clearly unwashed for some time. Zukka's stomach twisted in rebellion upon merely smelling it, and seeing it certainly did himself no favours.

It's going into his mouth whether he likes it or not...

Zukka nearly gags as the tip is pressed against his mouth. His eyes water involuntarily from the stench of unwashed cock burning his nostirls. _'Why can't these bastards ever bathe-?!' _Saliva fills Zukka's mouth as his lips are butted against. Every fiber of his being screams for him to not let such a disgusting thing anywhere near his open mouth but...