He continued to let his fingers trace over the lines of Mike's throat, enthralled by the way Mike reacted to the touch. So high strung, even after all this time. The way Mike seemed to always try so hard hinted at the ruins of what was once probably great intelligence. Even the moderately intelligent ones stopped trying to anticipate or guess. They learned to just follow rules without thinking about them. It made him wonder what Mike could have been like without the drugs. Could he have been something to contend with, or would have been just as much of a waste?

"I guess we found your reward, didn't we?" He said with a faint smirk, his anger fading. "I had intended to just fuck you, but this..." He paused, thinking for a moment. "Actually, a reward should be something you choose. So. Once you've earned it, you have a choice. Either I fuck you and you get to cum and be satisfied. Or I choke you until you've found whatever high it gives you...but you don't get off. You leave frustrated." He tilted his head, letting his hand settled over Mike's throat as a promise.

"So tell me, Mikey..." His other hand moved down to gently wrap around the other's cock, not yet stroking it. "Do you want to cum?"