He's a feisty brat.

He stands above you and gloats at your incapacitated state.

"Got you, humie! Now fork over your coin, if you know what's good for ya!"

The male goblin stands in a fighting pose, a knife in his hand pointed at you, dancing around on two small feet as he continues to taunt you.

"Well, get up! I don't have all day!"

He would be threatening, if not for... everything about him. His voice is high-pitched, his face is soft and round with no facial hair to speak of, and his overall disproportionately feminine body makes it hard to take him seriously.

Rising to your feet with some slight soreness, you get a good look at him. He's half your height, only coming eye-level to your crotch. He only wears a single messy tunic made of various animal hides sewn together, his only accessory being a pouch slung over one of his shoulders. His "knife" is really more of a boxcutter in comparison to you, as it's sized for a goblin or similarly small monster. His facial features are androgynous at best, having brown eyes and short, slightly curly brown hair. There's nothing really notable about him aside from his extremely thick hips, and his lack of breasts confirming he's male. At least, you don't think it's just a flat-chested girl trying to rob you.

"Got muck in your ears, pink-skin? Your money! Now!"

He shifts his knife from hand to hand, trying to look intimidating.

"No. I don't think I will." you say, oddly courageous in the face of a mugger. You've never fought anyone before, nor do you really want to, but you're fairly certain this little brat couldn't take you in a fight. You hope to scare him off with your size before it comes to that.

The goblin male seems to be taken aback before regaining his composure. Not expecting any resistance, he stutters out "Wha-what?! Are you dumb as a stump, humie? Hand over your money if you don't want to get hurt!"

He fidgets a little more as you stare him down.

"No."

If this doesn't work and he finds out you don't even have any money, this probably won't end well for you.

He grits his teeth together in frustration at your answer.

"F-Fine, long-limb! I'll gut ya like a cornish game hen!"

He screams as he charges at you, both hands on his knife. Just before he can pierce it into your stomach, you smack him sideways with one hand. He flies off his balance and lands on the ground with a hard thud, his knife launched into the undergrowth somewhere nearby. That wasn't hard at all.

He groans in pain as he pulls his body off the ground slowly. You think you hear him sniffle and say "Owwww..." under his breath, but he quickly launches back up and charges at you again with renewed anger.

"B-Bastard! I'll kill you!"

He launches a flurry of quick punches and jabs at your stomach. It almost tickles at best, but certainly doesn't hurt. He notices you smirk to yourself, and launches another volley of strikes to no avail. Still standing tall as he fails to inflict any damage, he stops and thinks for a second before reeling back and punch you squarely in the balls with his small fist.

You double over in pain as he laughs, finally discovering your weak point.

"HAHAHAHAHA! Stupid humie fell for it!"

Although this pain caught you off-guard, his punch still didn't pack much **** behind it, so you resolve to walk it off as you stand back up and face him down with anger in your eyes this time.

Sensing he probably only served to make you furious instead of merely annoyed like before, he backs up slowly, not sure what to do. He can't run because you could easily out-pace him. Fighting more would just put his life in danger. His only option is to talk as he dryly swallows and opens him mouth to speak.

"S-sorry, bud... n-no hard feelings, right?"

But you are no longer in the mood for talking. You grab him by the scruff of his tunic and slam him to the ground. He's stunned and lies there for a second before trying to get up. You counter this by slamming yourself on top of him, pinning him down as you sit on his chest. You grab both his arms and hold them to the ground as well, leaving him completely defenseless.

"Ow! F-Fucking humie... I mean- You're not gonna do anything... c-careless, right? You wouldn't k-kill a goblin... right?"

You look him dead in the eyes and say "I don't know. Would I?"

You wouldn't of course, but you would certainly scare him. Even if he's a hypocrite for trying to kill you just now and then begging for his life afterwards.

Trying to regain some control by reverting back to his bratty persona from earlier, he defiantly taunts you.

"No, you wouldn't! You don't have the balls!"

"I don't?" you say coldly.

Speaking of balls, yours still ache from his **** earlier, so you decide to give him a little scare and show him the balls he's so obsessed with.

You pin his arms down with your legs, freeing up your hands. You lean over him uncomfortably close and observe his face. This seems to confuse and scare him somewhat.

You bluntly state "I don't have the balls, huh? Then how about I prove you wrong, hm?"

You reach down and undo your pants as you flash your balls to him, your cock slipping free and flopping onto his face with a *plap*. He looks absolutely mortified as he tries to find the words to respond to this event.

"G-Get your f-fucking gross small humie COCK off my FACE!"

He looks back up at you nervously and then down to your dick, not knowing what will happen next. Neither do you, as to your surprise, your dick starts growing harder. Whether from physical contact with the goblin's hot skin, or the fact that his face is starting to look more and more attractive as you look at it, you find yourself with feelings you don't entirely understand while staring at this male goblin.

He notices with horror that you're actually getting off on this situation, and while it wasn't the plan to **** him originally, that's starting to change.

"N-NO! GROSS! F-Fucking pervert! I'm not even gay! Get your fucking useless dick away from me!"

His admonishment, defiance, and squirming are only making you more and more hard, and pretty soon lust has fully overtaken your rational thoughts. This little guy tried to kill you, so that would make it alright if you just used his body a little bit... right? He shouldn't have picked a fight with someone twice his size and lost if he didn't want a dick on his face right now, obviously.

You pick up your dick with one hand and slap it on his face a few times, rubbing the smell of your dick into his skin as he is helpless to do anything but shut his eyes, disgusted with you.

"Mmmm!"

He simply groans in loathing while you enjoy the feeling of his smooth face on your sensitive dick. After a while, you get the idea to open his mouth and get a look inside.

You **** your finger into his lips and pry them open, getting a look at his gritted teeth. They're all razor sharp like his fangs, threatening to remove your finger should you insert it any further. Such a dangerous place to be sticking anything, much less your dick... but that gives you an idea.

"Bleh!" the goblin squeaks out as you remove your finger from his mouth.

"You taste fucking awful! You're not even worth eating!"

"Oh?" you respond, eager to test his theory.

You undo your pants fully and slip them off your legs as you're now fully exposed below. You move your hips to hover over his head, and while pinning down his arms with your hands, you sit yourself down squarely onto his face, forcing him to mash into mouth onto your asshole.

He responds by flailing around with all his strength as the horror of what you plan to do sets in. He is too weak to do anything, of course, so he resigns himself to his fate after a minute or so of useless struggling.

He almost seems nauseas at the idea of being **** to clean your sweaty anus with his mouth and tongue, but that's what you order him to do regardless.

He looks at you with a mixture of fury, disgust, and **** obedience as he slowly starts to lick your asshole with his smooth goblin tongue. He winces and groans at the sensory overload he's receiving.

You rub yourself harder onto him for good measure, forcing him to kiss your anus like his life depended on it. For all he knows, it does.

Once you get the idea that he knows his place, you sit up and allow him to breathe. He releases you with a *pop* followed by a deep inhale of fresh air.

"HAAAAA! F-FUCK YOU, FUCKING-! FUCKER!"

His vocabulary fails to find the exact words to accurately describe how he feels about you.

You slap your penis on his face yet again, just to further rub in the helplessness.

You think about what to do next. He's completely powerless to do anything to stop you, so the possibilities are endless.