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He tilted the candle again, and a large drop crashed against Ignaz’s nipple.
Ignaz flinched. “Seth, I’m not sure…”
“Don’t worry; you will love it. Now, arch for me and stop arguing,” Seth rustled. Hesitantly, Ignaz thrust his chest forward, and another splatter of red wax colored his skin.
“Beautiful.” Seth nodded. Splatters of wax resembled molten glass. He changed candles, then again and again. The boy stopped complaining. His eyes hooded as his pupils lazily followed Seth’s ministrations. His breathing became deep and relaxed as the scab of wax thickened over his flesh.
A part of Seth enjoyed seeing the boy melt under his touch. He wanted to see how much he could relax him, body and mind. Seth wished he could run his fingers over his chest, rub the oils into his skin, make him groan with pleasure as he worshiped him. He craved to learn every curve of his body with his hands and tongue. To engrave every inch of Ignaz into his memory
To sharpen Ignaz’s alertness and distract himself from unwanted thoughts, Seth brought the candle to the clean-shaven armpit, close enough for the yellow light to lick the skin. Ignaz jerked, eyes rounding.
Seth blew at the assaulted skin, wishing he could lick it instead. “Concentrate, or I’ll burn you.”
He tilted the candle, and another drop landed on Ignaz’s belly, right above the pubis. The blond head jerked, haunted gaze searching Seth’s face.
“It’s okay.” Seth made another circle around the pillory. On every circuit, he changed candles to splash more and more wax over Ignaz’s chest, belly, hips, thighs, and shoulders. He tried not to stare at the pink, soft curl of the cock, but his attention inevitably gravitated to it. The hooded head with the gentle foreskin almost begged for his tongue.
The moment of scattered attention caused a few stray drops to hit Ignaz’s cock, making the boy hiss. On instinct, Seth reached his hand to Ignaz’s stomach, but his fingers froze a fraction of an inch away from his skin. Ignaz tensed, eyes glistening with complex emotion.
Seth’s hand formed a fist. He drew away, unwilling to see the relief on Ignaz’s face. His legs moved again, drawing circle after circle. The red wax, thickening, beautifully contrasted with Ignaz’s pale skin.
On his way, Seth grabbed a knife from the workbench, then froze behind the boy. Bringing the steel to Ignaz’s jaw, he ran it down his throat, forcing a sharp backbend on the already tense spine. The blade reflecting the beating vein on the side of his throat.
“Seth...”
Seth smiled, sensing fear. Flattening the knife against the collarbone, he picked off the first crust. The submissive hissed, his nipples hardened, and a piece of wax, peeling off, fell to his feet. The edge of the knife danced against Ignaz’s skin, teasing, scraping, never hurting but chafing it, making it more sensitive.
When the edge of the knife outlined Ignaz’s ribs, as if counting them, the boy gasped and whipped his head toward Seth.
“I thought you couldn’t be scared easily?” Seth licked his lips, wanting to kiss Ignaz. With one precise movement, he drove the blade between the skin and another plaster of wax. Ignaz shivered. Goosebumps covering his skin, he shifted from foot to foot as if seeking a more comfortable position.
“I’m not.” The blade skidded over the stomach and plucked off a few more scabs, leaving pink mottled skin behind. To bring more attention to his actions, Seth pressed the flat of the blade against the reddened spot on Ignaz’s belly, right above the pubis, so the coolness of the metal would provide a sharp contrast to wax heat.
“Seth…” Ignaz let out a wobbly breath. Cheeks washed in deep pink, his head rolled back, lids shut.
“Relax,” Seth whispered into Ignaz’s hair, then inhaled the fresh scent of his skin, the knife slipping to the hip. “Concentrate on the blade. Feel it nibble your skin.”
As if shaving his leg, Seth ran the blade down the thigh, plucked off a large section of hardened wax. Taking up position on the boy’s side, he dropped to his knees. His hand moved up, and the blunt side of the knife nudged the sack. Ignaz’s stomach constricted, balls tightening. His cock elongated, the hood stretched back, but the length didn’t harden.
Fighting the desire to tease the tip with the blade, Seth quickly picked off the remaining wax, leaving only the drops on Ignaz’s cock untouched.
He got to his feet and approached the wall. A silver hose with a hand-triggered nozzle hung on a hook. He picked it up, grabbed a tin bucket that stood beneath it, and filled it with water, threw a clean towel in it, then carried everything to the pillory.
“Are you fine to keep going?”
Ignaz nodded, a glimpse of interest lurking behind his dilated pupils. Letting the boy squirm in anticipation, he returned to the workbench and grabbed a bottle with rubbing alcohol from the top shelf above it. The sharp smell spread through the room as he poured the content into the metal bowl then mixed it with water.
Ignaz swallowed hard. Alertness filled his eyes. “Seth? What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry. All you need to know is that I won’t hurt you as long as you only look at me,” Seth rustled.
A nervous laugh and a side glance at the shackles informed Seth that the right mindset had already been established. In this game, fear was more important than pain, and Ignaz had already shown the first signs of it.
“Okay, now you’re freaking me out.” Another nervous laugh preceded a weak attempt at escape. “What is it?”
Seth lifted a lighter, stroked the spark wheel, and dropped it on the floor. The grooves, filled with solid fuel, inflamed. Blue fire ran over, drawing an inverted sun with the rays reaching toward the center of the circle, toward Ignaz. The gloom dispersed. Orange and red washed over the walls.
“Fuck!” Ignaz yelped and thrashed against the pillory as the fire roared, rising high. His eyes rounded as he watched the flames stretch their arms toward him. A thin layer of sweat glossed his skin, and his breathing hastened. “Fine, you won. I am getting scared.”
