He winced a little when the clothespin was attached to his lip, warily eying the lit candle as it was placed in his mouth. He did grasp it firmly with his teeth, the wax smooth and almost unpleasant against his tongue. Though he was used to pain and even mind games, he had very seldom had a lover that was a methodical sadist. He was far more accustomed to simple brutality and being beaten senseless, though  he couldn't say for sure that he preferred it, there was definitely something unnerving about Jace's demeanor and methods.<br/><br/>He followed his orders, spreading his legs and placing his hands behind his back, very much in the way he had when he'd been arrested. He gave small muffled whimpers as the clothespins were attached to each of his rosy buds, the sensitive nubs of flesh giving stings of pain that soon faded into a harsh tingle.<br/><br/>He blinked down at his cock as Jace touched it and commented on it so. He had the definite feeling that he wasn't going to like what was coming, but still he did not protest, nor did he try to free himself from this situation. He was helpless in his cellmate's grasp, and had the feeling that the guards would look the other way no matter what was done.<br/><br/>His eyes grew wide at the sight of the needle, the first sign of real fear showing in his expression. He cried out in pain as the needle was forced through the terribly sensitive flesh, his whole body shuddering in response. The sounds that escaped him now were of true pain and fear, though they were greatly muffled by the candle that he still held desperately in his mouth. A single tear slipped down his cheek and his chest rose and fell rapidly as he took quivering breaths through his nose.