One word comes to mind when thinking of Slate: statuesque. Not so much the sculptures of antiquity but the simplistic and chiseled features of the more contemporary masters. He works out before the shoot so we go ahead and tie him to the machine and edge him right away. In the next room we tie his arms back and flog his cock. Slate loves it and leans into the flogger every chance he gets. On his back with his arms over his head, he demands to blow his load. This cocky New Yorker gets his entire head including his mouth wrapped up tight. He receives the edging of his life and blows his massive load. Slate endures harsh post orgasm torment for being bossy all day.