Jason returned a few hours later, allowing Mark to suffer without any more weights added. He smiled at the body before him when he approached. Nice and sweaty, face contorted in torment, the legs and arms struggling not to move. The weights on his nipples and balls moved ever so slightly with Mark's shallow breathing. Jason reached into the bag and pulled out a ten pound weight. He removed the five pound weight from Mark's left nipple, and enjoyed the pleas, protests, and cries from Mark as Jason put the ten pound weight on. He grinned at the reaction, waiting a while for him to calm down. He removed the five pound weight from the other nipple, and attached a ten pound weight to it. After Mark's reaction, Jason knelt down and added a five pound weight to Mark's seriously stretched, and most likely agonized, balls.

Jason took his time just watching and listening to Mark as he reacted, and only when he seemed to resign himself to his fate, did Jason stand up and caress his nipple again, and tap the chain so that it would swing ever so slightly and slowly at first, then gradually built up to more forceful, longer swings of the weight. He did this for several minutes, then watched and enjoyed Mark's reaction. Jason repeated this with his other nipple, This time, almost in protest, Mark moved, which of course only made the weights swing from his nipples and balls more forcefully than it would have been if he had just took it like a man... Jason relished his misery that Mark caused himself, waiting before he even touched Mark's right nipple for him to settle down. This took several minutes, and then Jason could get to work again. At the first touch, Mark jerked. Jason grinned and laughed, shaking his head. He continued this time to touch and torment his nipple, and swung the weight more forcefully than the left nipple's weight. The clover clamps would tighten with each pull.

Jason didn't know how long he did this, and honestly didn't care. He had nothing he would rather have been doing than this. He licked his lips, then knelt again.

By now, Mark probably figured out the pattern Jason was working on, and jerked in protest, shaking his head, pleading, crying out... but of course they fell on deaf ears. Jason caressed Mark's cock, with his full hand rather than just his fingertips this time. He used his fingertips to apply pressure every so often to his cock, and again handled this denial like the expert he was. At times, he moved his mouth ever so closely to Mark's cock, but never opened it, just enjoying Mark's tormented moves and moans. Jason had never had such an experience with thirty pounds of weights attached to his balls...He wondered what that felt like... He chuckled softly. He certainly never wanted to find out.

Jason denied release, and waited for the reaction, this time not just in pleasure and frustration, but renewed pain from the heavy weights swinging and pulling, before he caressed Mark's cock and jerked him off again, and again denied him release. He must have done this for hours! But Jason relished every moment of it, the pain eventually overtaking the pleasure Mark started to feel, and several times, Jason would again bring his mouth ever closer to Mark's throbbing cock... This time, he did open his mouth, and always let Mark see that it was open. But instead of sucking or licking, Jason simply breathed on Mark's cock, no doubt giving more pleasurable sensation to him... He did this several times, before finally licking his cock just a tiny bit. He only did this when the pain had overtaken the pleasure, when Mark was actually begging rfor him to STOP, rather than to let him cum. He kept the denial going several times, with this technique. Mark tortured himself by jerking, causing the weights to swing and pull. Eventually, Mark was reduced to tears. Each denial, Jason would wait until the weights would stop swinging before starting again. After only a few times, of course, it was apparent what Jason's main objective was. Torture Mark with pleasure, deny him relief, and watch as Mark tortured himself by jerking and writhing. After so many times, Mark seemed determined not to move at all. This was fine with Jason, who continued his torment, using one hand to caress his cock, while the other caressed his stretched balls, and after several times, swung the weights with considerable force as Mark was about to climax. How many times had Jason done this? He lost count at twelve. He even nibbled at times at Mark's foreskin, just a tiny love bite now and then.

Finally, Jason went to the wall and pushed the button. Mark felt his body lowered, and the tension in his arms reduced considerably. Mark was able to move, and even step if he wanted to, but as he tried, it was obvious that was a bad idea with the weights attached to him. He seemed confused, unsure to be relieved or frightened.

Mark's nipples each had fifty five pounds attached to the clamps. His balls had thirty pounds. The slightest movement would cause great pain with the weights swinging.

That was exactly what Jason wanted. Give Mark enough "rope to hang himself with," so to speak. Give him enough slack on his chains to allow Mark the possibility of moving, causing the weights to swing.

But Mark would no doubt be determined to stay as still as possible. That was fine with Jason. He allowed him to rest for a while - if you could actually call what he was doing "rest."

After a while, Jason walked behind Mark, where he could not see. Along the wall were a series of whips, canes, and a few cabinets and trolleys. Jason's own cock throbbed with desire as he selected a long, thick bamboo cane with metal rings every so often. He watched Mark's body, relishing the reaction, savoring it, as Jason swished the cane in the air. He did this several times, allowing the sounds of the swishing to cause fear to be implanted in Mark's mind, before finally stroking him on the right shoulder. He waited until Mark managed to stop moving and crying out before slashing him again, this time on the left shoulder. Jason expertly took his time, waiting until Mark seemed to lull himself into a false sense of security, or at least understood that the pain would not come for a while yet, before lashing him again. Jason lashed the middle of hs back, making x- shaped patterns, each lash criss-crossing the previous. He moved to his ass, striking his left cheek, then his right, then crossing each of them, and then his outer thighs. Finally he landed blows on his inner thighs, managing to have the air from the swish hit his balls, and the weights swing.

Twenty five lashes in all, and Jason took his time after each one, allowing Mark to react and always waited until he stopped moving and crying out before unleashing his fury on the next lash.

Jason took his time now, setting the cane back in its place, walking slowly back to Mark and coming out in front of him. Jason savored the look of Mark, his face contorted in pain, no doubt made worse by the swinging weights, which Mark set to move himself with his writhing and jerking. Jason savored his shalllow, tortured breathing, mixed with sobs. His body was covered with sweat. His muscles were trembling. Jason slowly grinned as he reached up and caressed his nipples again. No doubt Mark understood what was coming, and jerked in response, then cried out in pain at the movement of the weights. He was slowly reduced to helpless sobs as Jason continued to caress his chest, first his left side, then his right. Then he knelt down, and just the act of kneeling caused Mark to cry out and jerk in protest. Jason laughed heartily at this. This was exactly what he wanted, absolute TERROR from Mark. Terror, dread, and pleas for mercy. He was getting the terror, and he had no doubt that soon enough, he would get the other two...

Jason massaged Mark's sore ass, more forcefully than he had before, since now the purpose was to make the painful welts hurt even more. Mark wanted to get away from him, that much was obvious due to him jerking again. This was also something Jason desired from him. He continued the massage on his ass for a while, then his thighs, first his outer thighs, then his inner thighs. The back of his hands ever so lightly would brush every now and then against Mark's balls. No doubt this sent a message of what was to come. Jason knew the fear would rise in him, growing into terror as worse, and by the time Jason would finally get around to caressing his cock...

Jason went back to his preliminary torment, just with his fingertips, dragging it out slowly as he watched Mark succumb to despair, resigning himself to this fate... As time went on, Jason moved on to his whole fingers, then his full hand, listening to the sobs of frustration and dread, knowing that he would have to remain still and not move in order to prevent the weights from swinging... and yet, he couldn't help it. Mark knew it, Jason knew it. The longer this went on, the more desperate Mark would be ffor relief, and the more desperate he was, the more he would feel compelled to move.

Jason removed the five pound weight, leaving the twenty-five pound weight, and adding a ten pound weight, making it thirty-five pounds total which hung from his balls. As he watched Mark react, and listened to him, Jason stood up with two ten pound weights and deftly removed the five pound weights from each nipple. Mark was horrified, knowing this was coming, pleading, shaking his head. He even was stupid enough to writhe, trying to somehow get away, but of course it only made things worse. Jason attached one of the weights to the fifty pound weight hanging from his left nipple, and after he waited for his reaction to subside, attached the other one to the other fifty pounds on his right nipple.

Since Jason was standing, he decided to reach up and massage Mark's welt-covered shoulders, walking around behind him. He massaged the skin expertly to make the pain worse than it had already been. He moved down to his back, then his ass, and thighs again. He relished and savored every moment, every jerk, every cry, every sob, every gasp, every tortured moan, grunt, groan... Jason walked back in front of Mark and knelt in front of him again, caressing his cock again. The reaction was instantaneous, jerking and pleading, then crying out in pain as the weights did their natural thing. Again and again Jason brought him to the brink, taking his time to torment him with love bites on his cock, a few tender licks every now and then, and caressing his balls.

How long had this been going on? Jason couldn't tell. Time flies when you're having fun, after all.

Jason rose and stared at Mark, licking his lips seductively, enjoying the tortured look on his face, before moving behind him again.

Time for some more tenderizing, Jason thought, selecting a long bullwhip which was braided, with metal shards braided into it. Again, he tortured Mark's mind by swishing the air, watching him jump and cry out in horror as the whip cracked. But it never struck him. Several times, Jason struck the air. Again and again Mark jerked on his own, without any pain to force him...

Or perhaps he was just hoping that Jason would think he was in pain, that his body had been struck by the whip, in order to lead him on so that he wouldn't actually strike him? Maybe Mark got that idea later, but it certainly wasn't in his mind then. All Mark seemed to think of was how much this lashing would hurt, and wonder when the whip would actually strike him. No dout he also could tell that, from the sheer sound of it, this was not the same thing he had been struck with before. Jason allowed himself to strike the air twenty-five times total, before finally landing a blow on Mark's back.

(he'll receive 25 lashes from this, if you want to bring us forward after your reactions, and then more denial, five pounds added to his nipples and balls, more denial, then 25 lashes with something else, then the process repeats)