Slate is, in a single word, statuesque. His features are chiseled, similar to modern artists. We bind him to the machine and edge him right away. Slate adores it and constantly leans towards the flogger. He asks to blow his load while lying on his back with his arms over his head. We wrap his entire head including his mouth up, and he gets the edging of his life. As a consequence to his bossiness, he must deal with post-orgasm torment.