Fuck. Fuck. Everyone he's ever whipped has wanted it. He was never an enforcer, just a fuckslave. The last thing he wants is to lay into the narrow, shaking back of the slave helpless in front of him, especially for no other reason than another man's sadistic pleasure.

But what choice does he have?

Another nod, then he steps up behind the shaking kid. Adjusting his grip on the handle minutely, he draws back and lets fly without hesitation, striking the younger slave across the shoulders.