Jason smiled as he looked at Mark, savoring his suffering. So, Mark finally recognized him. Good. He wondered how long it would take.

Jason continued to smile, surveying Mark, allowing them both some time to contemplate everything that they shared with each other. Their deepest, darkest fears, their hopes, their most secret desires and fantasies...

Jason knew how to turn all of his former fiance's fantasies and desires and turn them into his greatest fears.

There was a time when the two of them were almost like fucking machines, although they loved to take it slow and never speed up to the point of pain, the way Jason was now.

Jason shocked Mark on the low, more pleasurable speed again, toying with him. As he seemed to near climax, Jason would increase the voltage, and when he was "tired" of the screaming and jerking, Jason would go back to the pleasureable setting. It got to the point that Mark would beg for him to turn the electricity off even while it was on the lower setting. Jason relished doing this, causing the shocks to last for hours on end before finally removing the clamps and wires.

Jason picked up the box and took it back to the cabinet. He put on a different pair of gloves, this one with harsh velcro on the palms. He proceeded to treat Mark's cock and balls the same way that he had the studded glove.

Once Mark was reduced to constant crying and wailing, Jason stopped.

Jason pulled out a small leather whip, no thicker than an extension cord and no longer than a simple shoelace, with knots at various points.Jason trailed the thing along Mark's skin.

By now, of course it must have been clear that nothing good would ever be done to stop Jason.

Over the next few hours, Jason slowly began whipping Mark's cock and balls with the leather cord. After Jason was satisfied with this, he again caressed Mark's cock and balls with the velcro glove, sending Mark into a frenzy of pain.

More hours passed. How long had he been torturing Mark? It was hard to say, but Jason was glad he had those Five-Hour Energies handy. He probably drank four of them at least, but surprisingly he was able to handle it just fine.

Jason removed the weights from Mark's nipples and then the nipple clamps, then used the studded gloves to torment his chest and get the circulation returning to his nipples. Then Jason fucked Mark slowly with the dildo again, then faster and harder, and twisted it this way and that, until he finally pulled the whole thing out. It was spattered with blood. Jason snickered, then removed the cock ring. He caressed Mark's cock with both hands, one wearing the studded glove and one with the velcro, while also breathing, licking, and love-biting. He took his time, knowing the seventy-five pounds of weight were still on the parachute on Mark's balls, and this stimulation would be agonizing and frustrating. He waited until Mark was literally screaming for him to stop before actually obliging. He then removed the parachute from Mark's balls, and massaged them, again with both the studded and velcro glove at the same time. He brought Mark to the brink once again, several times, before finally stopping. Leaving Mark in agony as he couldn't help trying to hump the air, Jason left.

An hour later, the hooded guards returned and took Mark to their infirmary. There, he was cared for with expertise, and taken to a cell.

How much time passed, Mark didn't have any way of knowing. He was given food and water and toiletries, allowed to bathe with supervision. He was continued to be cared for with regards to his medical needs. He certainly needed it.

Mark was brought to another room and laid upon a table with his legs and arms spread wide, attached to painful ropes at opposite ends of the table, one rope each attached to his wrists and ankles. Mark could do nothing but gaze around the room, his fear growing as he saw the various insruments on display. His heart slammed into his chest and he whimpered as he heard the door open and close. Soon Jason's face was directly over his, a stoic stare regarding him, without any heart.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting," Jason finally said. "I bet you've just been on... pins and needles." He snickered at his awful joke. "Get ready for another day in Hell."