"NO!" It's a shout; genuine and panicked. 'Start again,' Liam had said, and those words moved over him and he immediately began to squirm. There wasn't much he could do in the straight jacket, arms pinned, even as he's quickly turned to face Liam again. He doesn't bother to hide his desperation this time.

He's almost completely unwound, most of his dignity going out the window the moment the other said those words. 'Start over.' He doesn't think he can, if he's being honest--it hurts, even just with Liam straddling him. His ass feels like it's on fire: all of it. The cane to his neck causes him to tilt his head up, unable to quite get a full look at what Liam is doing, and he feels all of that praise and promise slipping.

"I'm sorry, sir, I just--" he mumbles, quick and concise and there's a wetness to his eyes as he tries his best to appeal. He opens his mouth half way before realizing, no, he can't speak.

Almost immediately, his eyes screw shut and his entire body tenses, waiting for that's to come. He's smart enough to stop talking but he wasn't smart enough to actually stop talking until a little later. He physically bites his lip, breathing heavy, all too aware of the cane at his throat.

"It won't happen again, sir."