His head tilts back, heavy arousal pooling between his legs when the man happens across one of his soft spots. He's got too many of those. He hates that about himself, but also loves it. Only very few have managed to not get him off. This won't be any different.

He'd like to take a stand for himself, explain what had happened to get those bruises -- though only the top layers really come from the rough handling of his kidnappers, the others merely from having fun, if also rough times -- but he looks at Jade and he can't.

It's a challenge; it's an order. And the sweet, light flutter in his stomach when Jade had praised him for being good .. he kind of wants that again. He lets his lids droop and rolls around, slowly pushing himself up. His eyes are set on Jade for a moment, trying to convey and at the same time conceal his intentions. His hopes. Then he drops his head and looks down.

That's what a good slave would do, right? This is guesswork for him without any guidance and he lets himself be guided by what he considers uncomfortable. Ignoring that, going by the flush to his skin, it's also exciting.