Max was finding this very different than he was used to.  Usually his new slaves were begging him to stop, which always caused him to beat the slave more.  Max moved around to Rimion’s front and applied the same force of swings too his front side making sure to miss his lower region not wanting to cause damage there.  “Well take a look at your front; they look pretty much the same.”  The barbs from the cane have ripped his nice white shirt and the rips from the skin were causing the blood to seep out of the wounds.<br/><br/>Max was actually enjoying himself immensely, but one could never tell by the emotionless expression he had on his face.  Max did smirk when Rimion begged but yet made it sound like it would be Max’s idea.  “Well seeing is you think this is so funny let me add to the funny pages.”<br/><br/>Max walked back over to the chest and was digging around for something to help make the excitement grow just a little.  Max was hoping to maybe to overload him with sensations.  Max chuckled a little as he found the cock ring he had been looking for and brought it over and smirked as slide it onto his sleeping cock and smirked at the thought it would not be sleeping anymore.  He turn it on to high and then walked over and pulled his whip off of the wall and just started to whip him without abandon.