In the dimly lit, windowless room, two secret agents, bound and gagged, await their mysterious interrogator. The door creaks open, revealing a tall, masked figure wielding a riding crop. He runs it along the bare skin of the first agent, tracing lines of goosebumps and anticipation. The second agent, blindfolded, shivers in his restraints, his cock already tenting his tight briefs. The interrogator teases and torments, alternating between gentle caresses and sharp, stinging smacks, his own bulge growing with each moan from his captives.