Like he has any other choice but to be a good boy.  The best Jules can do is try to please her, to bend to her whims, otherwise, he is afraid of what she might do.  He has seen what pain she has inflicted on him for no reason, he is fearful to give her one.<br/><br/>Jules is still, as she reaches down to once again pinch his nipples.  She does delight in tormenting them.  And then she shows him the metal in her hand.  His eyes widen in fright at the sight of that wicked clamp.  He clenches his hands into fists as her fingers rub at his nipple, making it hard, then groaning in pain as it snaps onto his sensitive nipple.  The process repeating with his other nipple.  He squirms there, the teeth of those cruel clamps sending jolts of pain thru him.  He does accept the chain, holding it between his teeth.<br/><br/>Jules shifts there as she sits on his back, his breasts swaying softly, the chains getting tight on one clamp and the other, tugging ever so painfully on his tortured nipples.  She gets off of him, and he dreads what that portends, that his ravishment is near.  The ring holding his ass open and vulnerable, denying him even that meager protection.<br/><br/>He can feel the tip of the strap on against his anus, and then the slap.  He hears her words, and his teeth bite down on the chain.  Her wanting him to add to his humiliation by him taking the thing in himself.  He is weak, she is strong, she can and will take from him what she wants.  All he can do is submit himself, do as she wishes, or be punished.<br/><br/>Jules makes a small move back, taking the tip of the strap on into his ass.  Moving again and again, his hips going back, until they are pressed back to her, the strap on buried deep in his ass.  And yet, somehow, this was making his leathered-imprisoned cock so hard.  A groan, of pain, or lust, or maybe both, escaping him.