The defiant part of himself is slowly but surely getting closer to the surface. Biting down on his tongue may look like he's trying to push a moan back. In reality, he's forcing himself to swallow a definitive no. It'd be a lie that no one would believe in anyway. It's better for a million reasons if he's being a good boy and whispers, "Yes. Yes."

The fake intimacy makes his stomach turn more than once. Except for his tied-up state, this is closer to what he imagines making love would be like than simple sex. He doesn't need that. Hell, he doesn't deserve that. Writhing on the floor, he stretches his neck as if to get away though the pull isn't strong enough to wriggle out of the man's hold. His cock, pressed up against his stomach, twitches each time the man gets the angle just right; he doesn't want to come and he isn't allowed on top of that.

What's going to happen if he can't stop himself? Punishment, maybe. And that sounds sort of tempting at the moment.