The flickering light of the candle was piercing through the darkness of the dark damp dungeon, the dungeon he’d thought he’d never escape from, it had been so long, with little hope left - and the burning of the hot wax dropping off it was piercing the body of a bound twink with pain, the hot liquid stinging his skin as it dripped… Still, he loved it - as well as the pain delivered by the humongous stiff cock that was slamming on his butthole. He had no choice, the ropes were tied so tight, they bite into his soft skin and he could do nothing but struggle, he was a captive and he was going to be punished… Maybe next time he would obey his master, if he was given a next time. One of the many Pain Lessons he’s not soon forget.