Thorleifer, a maestro of self-flagellation, teases his nipples, pinching and pulling until they stand at attention. He selects a brutal, black leather clamp from his arsenal. The teeth sink into his flesh, a jolt of pain shooting through him. He secures the clamp, the weight of the chain tugging at his nipple, a constant reminder of his masochistic delight. He lies back, his cock aching, and begins to pleasure himself, each stroke echoing the exquisite torture of his nipple.