Sheer stubborn self preservation kept him from choking on it completely. He was forced to swallow, even as it spilled from the sides of his mouth. Even as his stomach turned and threatened to throw it all back in Hadad's face. The moment the cup was gone, he was spitting and coughing, fighting the urge to throw up.

It didn't help matters when he was picked up, the ropes digging into him once more. He was done begging. For now. Fury had started to build inside him. Stoked by his determination and the sheer injustice of the situation, it burned bright. It gave him what he needed to hold his tongue. He just needed once chance. The smallest opening. Eventually the ropes would be loosened. Then he could get out.

His ideas for a plan faltered as he landed in the tub, on his stomach. He let out a grunt of pain as his still sensitive cock was trapped between him and the tub, the ropes around him digging into it. But a worse prospect loomed ahead of him. Water didn't mix well with being so tightly bound.