Yes.

You reach out, grabbing his thick member, and look upwards to his helmeted eyes. "Yes, I want to suck your dick. I'm glad you caught on." You say with a faux charismatic smile. "I'll take real good care of you, big guy."

Your words are verbal aphrodisiac to the burly guard. The once quarter stiff cock thickened fully in your much too small hand. "Go and take your helmet off for me, I want to see you squirm." You don't know where this dominant streak came from, but it certainly feels nice to play with the bigger man, especially when he seems so submissive.

"Y-yesir." He stumbles over his words, cock fully hardened and throbbing, leaking clear, liquid pre from the horse cock-esque tip. His gloved hands move for his iron helmet, and undoes the few latches keeping it affixed to his form. "I-uhm... Am I to your liking?" He asks, averting his eyes from yours.

"You are more than acceptable, Stud. Just wanted to know what I was working with, you know?" You say, moving your hand up and down slowly on the nervous man's cock. You take in his bovine form, observing the little horns present on his head, only noticeable when he points in snout down at you. He's a darker brown in the face than his crotch, almost black in fur. "You're such a handsome man. Perhaps I'll come visit you out here again, if you impress me." Saying this is met with another splash of pre, this time though, it hits the very bottom of your shirt, staining it. You smirk. "Eager?"