Rimion gave Max a smile as he came to beat his front as well, letting the laughing flow freely as the barbs all over the pole tore into him. Surprisingly, he was merciful enough not to strike his lower region despite that Rimion assumed he would at some point, at least aim for his legs and thighs. Not only did it rip apart his perfectly good white shirt, but it tore small wounds into his skin, the blood trickling out around his body, falling like raindrops onto the basement floor. He didn't mind that he was laughing at the man's actions, but he didn't want to moan out just yet.<br/><br/>What toy would he use this time, the pole was nice but Rimion felt it to be a tease of sorts. As he noticed the odd-looking ring and watched Max put it on his cock, he could not ask while licking his lips. "I've never seen that before... What does it do?" However, a huge grin played on his face as Max grabbed the whip from the wall. His legs wobbled with excitement, his arms clenched together as well. "Did Arin tell you... The whip is a turn-on toy for me." He said, his eyes wincing as Max lashed at his rugged body with reckless abandon. "Oh Master! Yes... Whip me! Whip me more! I've been a bad boy!" That was more like it for Rimion. The whip's edge brushing up against his skin, leaving a mark and with another lash... A small wound. And while this relentless beating was underway, his sleeping cock was waking up, a bit of precum making itself at home at the head.