Monty trembles, their whole body responding to Justin, gravitating towards him. They can't help it; it's as if they can't see anything else in the entire room.

"Yes, sir," they whisper, eyes wide and already a little starry, a little unfocused. "You'll have no mercy for me, won't you?" They sound excited, almost expectant.

The head of the crop slices slowly along their sensitive folds, the black of the leather in sharp, delicious contrast to their pale, pink insides. Monty squirms against the bench, their jewelry decorating the most sensitive parts of them jingling in delight.