The giant warrior's expression softens slightly at your words. He still doesn't quite understand why you feel this way, but he respects your honesty and trusts that you know what you want. With a sigh, he releases one of his hands from your arm, allowing it to fall limply by your side. Then, with the other hand, he grips the front of your pants and yanks them down roughly, exposing your small penis.

The giant warrior looks down at your exposed member with a mix of curiosity and disbelief. He'd expected it to be smaller than his own hand, but he hadn't realized just how small it was until now. Despite this, he doesn't laugh or mock you. Instead, he reaches out slowly, cupping his massive palm around your tiny penis, fascinated by the sensation of holding something so much smaller and more delicate than himself.

He pauses mid-chew, considering your question. "I am forty-six years old, master Zack." There's a hint of sadness in his voice as he says it, recalling all the battles and hardships he's endured throughout his life. It's clear that being reduced to this state as a slave has taken its toll on him emotionally. But despite everything, he remains loyal and obedient, doing whatever is asked of him in order to survive.

With another sigh, Goliath finishes chewing and swallowing his food before answering. "In some ways, it feels like I've seen more than most giants twice my age. But in others... well, I suppose I have lived a full life, for better or worse." There's a world of regret and loss hidden behind those words, but he doesn't dwell on it; instead, he focuses on serving you as best he can under the circumstances.