"But I feel so empty," they whine, hips squirming. They pull at the ropes binding their wrists, ignoring entirely how their hands are going just a little numb. Monty's imagining how it'll feel, anticipating it, the way it'll be such a tight fit, how Justin will have to really force his way in, pound through their small body. And how it'll be such delicious agony when they finally do cum -

But then, Justin turns back around and Monty nearly starts to drool at the sight of their Patron holding the new toy in hand. Within a heartbeat's time, it becomes clear they're more interested in the flogger, their gaze trailing down the soft tassels with reverence. They've been on the receiving end of them many, many times now. It's a clear favorite. Monty just loves the contradiction of it: how soft and supple (almost unassuming) it is when it's resting versus how sharp it stung when it hit.

"That one. Please."