Bad news he is drunk, he is demon. He scoops you up into his arms and he presses his hot crotch against you hard. You can smell the booze and desire on him. "Lets have some shots!", He bellows. You drink three shots of whiskey and he has seven. Slobbering drunk, words slurred he keeps touching your legs and running his fingers through your hair. You feel uncomfortable. You finally tell him why you are here, and that is you are making a new product called penis tea and you would like for him to sample it and tell you what he thinks. He lashes out a slap in the face that knocks you to the ground with your ears ringing. "Oh! Just because I'm queer you think I can be your guinea pig!" Well fuck you!", He kicks you again and again. His butler rushes into the room and joins the master in kicking the fuck out of you. You are then taken down town to where the bums are thickest and thrown out of the moving car. You are in pretty fucking bad shape now.