(Make him work for it.)

Zukka presses his lips into a thin line and turns his nose up at the uruk. 'If he wants it, he'll have to take it.' He **** himself to maintain eye contact with his attacker, and to not allow his eyes to flick down towards the bulge that was dangerously close to bumping against his face.

"What? Too good for a 'cur' like me?" The robber smirked as he pulled Zukka's braid taut.

"Try anything stupid-" He starts, curling his lip into a sneer as Zukka hisses in pain. "-and this blade goes in your gullet instead of my cock."

With that, he stows his blade, moving to free his cock from his trousers instead. Zukka's heart hammers in between his ears. He has never having been **** to do anything like this before. Ever... His golden eyes flick around, looking for a possible way out of this mess he's found himself in.