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I feel the warmth of the candle’s flame as my master nears me, moving the flame close to my genitals, then away again, teasing. I sharply suck in my breath (even through the leather hood). I know what’s coming. I pull in my stomach muscles, in delirious anticipation, tensing, waiting.
The first drip of hot candle wax lands at the root of my c**k, a bite of searing heat that settles into a wonderful, surrounding warmth, tingling. Another drop, then another, until at last, a big blob of hot wax splashes on the ultra-sensitive head of my d**k. I see stars. The heat on the nerve-rich flesh is almost unbearable, and I sway in the air, testing the bonds that hold me to the pipes in the ceiling. My arms have begun to ache from being suspended like this, and I can only think of how grate
