Mike hates that he loves this--hates that he's doing this and he's getting off on it, jaw tight, and the mix of confusing feelings is normal for him at this point. It's enough to drive anyone nuts if he didn't have the comforting numbness of oxy.

He'd fucked up, though. The belt snaps up and he gasps sharply at the small intake of air being taken away, just a bit. His cock responds in turn, and he tries to ignore his erection; tries to ignore everything he doesn't like about this situation. He can focus on the good. He has to.

"I was trying to please you, sir," He explains but his tone is far more defiant than anything. He's frustrated, and it shows. From his internal monologue right down to the fact that he's back to square one without realizing it.