Brian's pouty, bee-stung lips part in front of your face. All you can see beyond them is total blackness. Moist, warm breath flows out over you, and the fragrant smell both soothes you and heightens the grim anticipation of what the powerful, spoilt giant is about to do. That huge, glistening tongue comes slithering out to wipe over each lip again. Then it dances in the air, mocking you, and a droplet of saliva flies off and lands heavily on your chest. Brian grins, savouring your fear, as he slowly peels your shirt off. Your nipples harden against the cold air. You wish more than anything that there was something you could do to stop him, but there isn't. He takes your pants off, dropping them to the ground, then discards your underwear. You shiver in his hand. You can feel your bare ass brushing against his huge palm with every slight movement. Your penis must be the size of a lima bean, considering the cold combined with the terror you're experiencing, and you feel utterly and helplessly humiliated. "Awww, isn't that cute.." Brian teases you. "The little slave has an itty-bitty penis to match! Don't worry, Angel Face, you'll see what a REAL man looks like soon enough." Your master's laugh booms all around you as you're moved towards his wide-open mouth. Your knees scrape against his teeth as you're pushed inside, landing on his squishy wet tongue. Darkness closes in around you, and your slippery wet bed begins to lift and twist underneath you. You're thrown around Mr Molko's cave-like mouth. Your face is pinned underneath his tongue at one stage, and you nearly drown in a pool of saliva, which you have to gulp down to save yourself. Brian clenches you between his teeth, making you squeal in fear. A deep, echoing laugh resounds around you at this - Brian loves the feeling of power that comes with ur pitiful little screams.. But the worst part about being trapped in the cramped, sloppy wet space that is Mr Molko's mouth is that the soft, wet environment is giving you a growing, involuntary hard-on!! What next?