It was automatic, the drinking of his Master's seed. Mike knew Harvey enjoyed that about him, and he so wished to please his Master. In every way.
Once released Mike made a slight choking noise from the suddenness of it, and touched at his throat. He was more abused than normal, having taken less pleasure from it, and his eyes burned with a need for tears he would not let fall. At the order mike rose up onto his feet, head bowed; cowed like a proper slave. There was no sass or defiance - even playful - in Mike right then. "Yes, Master," he said in his now roughened voice, worse than normal. It actually kind of hurt to talk and he winced from behind the shielding of his hair. Then, slowly, began to strip for his Master until he was devoid of all clothing.