He does, but the creature wins in the end.

Chasing after the lake monster’s silhouette was going well in Eliot’s pride-addled mind, but suddenly, the stark naked scientist found his wrist bound in the kelp, but not even that stopped him… until his other hand got caught in the tangled undergrowth. In his flailing to get them free, Eliot wound up tangling both his legs. And then he dropped the damned camera.

At that point, there wasn’t exactly much he could do, which was humiliating.

He was at the lake monster’s mercy; trapped butt-naked in the middle of her domain because he was foolish enough to think he could chase her underwater. Blushing at his own idiocy, the Doctor tried using his thighs to hide his weenie before the fishwoman came back to play with him, but found himself completely helpless against the kelp around his ankles.

The rebreather meant he was in no danger of drowning, but the cold water meant ‘shrinkage’ was inevitable if the blushing hunk stayed down here much longer. In a tizzy, still tugging at his kelp restraints Dr.Eliot scanned around for his mischievous fishwoman, not seeing the giggling cryptid anywhere— and wondering whether that was a good, or very, very bad sign.

He stayed stuck in the foliage for several minutes, and thought he was all alone until a webbed hand spanked his bare ass hard enough to make him squeal; the embarrassed nude male whipped his head around to see the sexy prankster, but found only open water. Sweating even underwater, the Doctor peered down past his bared dick to see the lake monster laughing at him—and his penis—with mean-spirited glee.

His blush deepened.

A clawed finger from her scaly hand pointed at the beet-red man’s chest, and then to the water’s surface; signaling that despite her lustful smile, she wanted the naked stud gone. She grabbed around the plants he was trapped in, and gave Eliot’s penis is a great big kiss before stretching the kelp back like a slingshot. He begged the laughing lake monster for mercy with his eyes as she aimed him skyward, but she just gave his ass a coy squeeze, and shot him straight up past the surface.

His wrists bound, his face bright crimson, and his weenie bare to the world. Could this experiment get any worse?