candle
The only light came from the flickering candle which Mohinder was holding. Sylar absent mindedly pulled at his restraints, trying not to appear nervous.
The melted wax trembled on the tip of the candle, and Sylar saw that it would only take the slightest movement to make it spill over and drop onto his bare skin. He watched as Mohinder moved it over his naked body, teasing him. As Sylar’s wrists twitched in their bounds Mohinder paused, the candle over his navel. Suddenly he shifted it and Sylar screamed through gritted teeth as he felt the hot wax splash on his nipple.
“Keep quiet, don’t make me gag you.” Mohinder commanded as Sylar swallowed hard and nodded obediently.
The candle burned on, more wax pooling in the concave end of the candle. Mohinder moved it devastatingly close to Sylar’s groin, running a finger gently down the pelvic crease on the right hand side of his body. Sylar’s breathing started to grow ragged as the candle bobbed dangerously. Mohinder moved it again, holding it half way between Sylar’s navel and the thatch of dark hair at the base of his cock.
“You might want to keep very still. If the wax runs down it could really do some damage.” He tipped the candle and Sylar whimpered at the burning of the wax. He bucked his hips quickly to stop the wax running and cried out as the movement made the muscles in his tied arms tense painfully.
Mohinder saw the tears starting to prick Sylar’s eyes and smirked. “Not long now, this candle will only burn for another hour at the most.”.
The melted wax trembled on the tip of the candle, and Sylar saw that it would only take the slightest movement to make it spill over and drop onto his bare skin. He watched as Mohinder moved it over his naked body, teasing him. As Sylar’s wrists twitched in their bounds Mohinder paused, the candle over his navel. Suddenly he shifted it and Sylar screamed through gritted teeth as he felt the hot wax splash on his nipple.
“Keep quiet, don’t make me gag you.” Mohinder commanded as Sylar swallowed hard and nodded obediently.
The candle burned on, more wax pooling in the concave end of the candle. Mohinder moved it devastatingly close to Sylar’s groin, running a finger gently down the pelvic crease on the right hand side of his body. Sylar’s breathing started to grow ragged as the candle bobbed dangerously. Mohinder moved it again, holding it half way between Sylar’s navel and the thatch of dark hair at the base of his cock.
“You might want to keep very still. If the wax runs down it could really do some damage.” He tipped the candle and Sylar whimpered at the burning of the wax. He bucked his hips quickly to stop the wax running and cried out as the movement made the muscles in his tied arms tense painfully.
Mohinder saw the tears starting to prick Sylar’s eyes and smirked. “Not long now, this candle will only burn for another hour at the most.”.