Cassius Bolton and Trenton Ducati

Cassius Bolton wields the whip while Trenton Ducati kneels bound, his neck wrapped in tight rope, the pale skin already marked by hot wax. The dark-haired, bearded one drives the lash into his tattooed back, each strike leaving a trail of the sticky, blood-like substance. Their hands, bound together, grip nothing but the weight of submission as the muscular, clean-shaven one holds the weapon steady.