Kneel in the Snow and Be a Slave

Two male protagonists, a domineering president, sadomasochism, and double purity. When the whip fell, he still knelt upright, as if the pain had never spread. But no one knew that blood was already dripping under the skin of the whip wielder. He is his slave and the weakness that he dare not speak of. Each whipping was like a silent suicide: the more silent he remained, the more his heart broke. He couldn't speak out the reason for this, and could only turn into a silence deeper than the night. There was a heavy snowfall, and two people were kneeling in front of and behind them. Who is the slave of whom? Is it trapped by identity or by love? Is the whipping meant to silence everyone, or is it some kind of disguise?