Mike does. He does, he does, he does, his tears are wiped away and Mike doesn't care, for once. Doesn't care about how demeaning, or dehumanizing it is, he just wants it to stop. He just wants all of this to stop, and he can barely think.

Billy was right. Mike really wasn't able to think in the least bit.

He can't move his head but he can make a small noise of affirmative--what he hopes is a small noise, but instead that same whimper from the plug's highest setting comes from his throat, chin covered in his own drool and Colin's semen.