At first Mike doesn't want to move. He knows it's going to hurt like hell on his cock, trapped the way it was. His teeth dug into the rope between his teeth, steeling himself. As the water level started to creep up, he waited. Just a little water under him would soften the rope and lubricate his skin against the tub. It would make it harder to gain leverage, but it would be far less painful.

The question is what sparked him to move. There was no safe way to answer. If he said yes, that would put Briggs in serious danger. With all he'd seen he had a gut feeling Hadad would rather murder a man than pay him. But if he said no, Hadad wouldn't believe him. Either hurt him further or still take it out on Briggs. Instead, he acted as though he hadn't heard the question in his desperation. Before the words were fully off Hadad's lips, he was moving.

It wasn't the most graceful of maneuvers. Rocking and thrashing in the shallow water. But unless Hadad stopped him, he would land on his back, at the cost of slamming his elbow on the hard tub and tweaking his shoulders. On top of the agony of grinding his still sensitive cock between the tub and ropes.