Emcee snorts a chuckle. "Darling, you are a big, strapping young man, of course I enjoyed pushing you around." And he pecks him on the lips.

"It's like an acting job. There are props and lines and cues, and the clients want me to do this and that and the other thing, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. And they can be very specific, and if you're going to be slapping someone's ass with a belt, there has to be specifics. I mean, you know, don't you? It's why I didn't actually tie your wrists, or pull on your collar while I was fucking you. Because one, you didn't tell me to; two, you didn't pay me to; and three, I like you too much."

And he grins and pecks him on the lips again.