He takes one wrist, then the other, and guides them above Dean's head. "Hold," he instructs. "If you can't, I will bind you. But -- there's something to be said for discipline, isn't there?" He's very good at teaching discipline. "And if you obey, you will be... rewarded."

He steps away from Dean a moment, and then returns. The pad of his thumb brushes against Dean's nipple, worries at it until it's hard -- and then, with no warning, he takes it and twists it and sets a clamp on it, to keep it that way.

He works on the other next.

"When you saw me," he asks, conversationally, "did you imagine that I would do the same to you that I did to her? My hands alone, to drive you to distraction."