He's about to protest. About to being the operative word, because he's horny despite all of the things that's happening to him, despite the constraint and confines of the jacket, despite Liam's cruel words and the fact that he's just starting to come down from the oxy. All of that changes the moment Liam touches his dick, talking only in that breathy town, and Mike finds himself with his lips parted, breathing heavily and unable to hide it.

"What's the lesson, sir?" he asks, and his mind goes to the multitude of ways Liam had taught him in the warehouse. He's a little shaky, mostly from being unable to use his arms, but he struggles upwards to cross over to the bed.

At least it's a bed, he reasons. Not the cold floor. He gets on the bed, unsure, and casts a look that says as much to Liam before shifting so he's slightly bent over. It's not quite presenting his ass, but he's not exactly sure what Liam is going for.