Given a couple minutes to prep the room, Wyatt had Robin help him spread out the mat and pour small circles of colors designated on the pre-made game, then closed them and set them aside. He was dressed jeans that he was happy enough to throw away and a white shirt that would also end up in the trash within an hour or two, but it was one in a packet, thus cheap as shit and he didn’t feel guilty. He’d given Robin a short, satin black robe to wear for the time being, so she didn’t have to be in just the panties he had for her that had a space for the remote controlled vibrator he had nestled into them earlier that day. “Did you warm up?” He asked her quietly. @subxslyxrobin
Wyatt casually rolled his neck and cracked his knuckles before they were told they could come inside the presentation room. He gave Nick a fleeting and what he hoped was encouraging smile before he led the way into the room. He greeted the headmasters and instructed Nick to do the same before he straightened up. "Today, my partner and I would like to demonstrate the importance of give and take in Dominant and submissive roles. It shouldn't always just be the submissive working toward something and the Dominant simply watching and waiting to care for them after. Sometimes, the Dominant should be working to help the submissive do what they're asked to do, as a show of trust and responsibility. As we know, Dominants shouldn't always be thinking of themselves." His eyes flitted briefly to his mother before he turned to Nick and started to take rope out of a bag. "Strip to your briefs and kneel on that spot there," He pointed out a spot on the floor, starting to loop the rope to prepare to start wrapping it around Nick's chest.
Nick couldn't remember ever having been quite this nervous before any of his presentations before. Certainly he'd experienced his share of nerves, but this time it was different. Even if he had agreed to try and not let his official grade affect him for this, it was also his first time doing a presentation with someone he was seeing in this sort of capacity--and it happened to be the headmistress's son. He returned Wyatt's small smile before they entered the room, and he did exactly as he was told, greeting the headmasters and listening quietly while Wyatt explained the presentation. "Yes, Sir," he said once he was given his next order, and he quickly got undressed, leaving his clothes in a neat pile before he knelt down where Wyatt had indicated. He settled in on his knees and kept his body still while he waited for the rope to be wound against his skin.
Wyatt wasted no time moving around him, wrapping the rope around his chest, horizontally framing his nipples with two ropes to make sure not all the pressure was in one place. He then began to tie up Nick's arms, folded behind his back, looping that through the chest harness so it was all securely together. Once he was through there, he wrapped a few loops of the rope just above Nick's knees to keep his legs together and make it so he couldn't crawl forward. "This next rope is going to connect between your arms and around your neck. There will be some slack with your position just the way it is, but leaning forward will pull it tighter and the rope will constrict around your neck. You'll have the stop light system, but is there any non verbal gesture you want as a safety measure?"
Nick felt himself relaxing as Wyatt tied him up. Each new press of the rope against his skin was a reminder that Wyatt was there to take care of him. He trusted the Dom with everything, including this scene. He knew that the final rope was coming quickly, the one that was going to bring the challenge to the presentation, but he knew he'd be okay with Wyatt. "Yes, Sir," he responded. He couldn't do too much with his hands or arms, so his feet were the obvious choice. "I'll tap my feet down twice against the floor as my safe gesture, Sir, like this." He demonstrated the action, lifting and dropping his feet twice in a row in an exaggerated motion to make sure it was seen.
Wyatt watched what Nick had picked out, giving him a smile and a nod. "Very good. Obvious and noise making. Good use of the unrestrained part of your body." He patted Nick's head gently before he started pulling a new rope length in through the restraints on his arms and up to loop a few times around his throat, again so the pressure wouldn't be all in one place. He tested the slack and slowly moved around to the front. "Try to touch your nose to my hand?" He lifted the back of his hand out, just a little bit out of reach, wanting to check how it was before moving onto the proper scene.
Nick smiled at the praise and wished that Wyatt had kept his hand on his head a little longer before moving onward. He stayed still, though, while that last rope was wound around his neck and tied. He was grateful for the Dom checking it before moving onward. "Yes, Sir," he said at the order, and he leaned forward immediately. He could feel the ropes around his neck starting to tighten as he moved forward, but he pushed past it and pressed his nose to Wyatt's hand, holding the position and noticing that he was only able to take in very shallow breaths at this distance.
Wyatt was carefully observing Nick's reaction to the tightening around his neck, noting that the distance of his hand wasn't too much of a challenge. Meaning he ought to spend some time a little further back. "All right. I'm going to have you clean me up with your mouth." He started to explain as his shirt came up off over his head and was tossed toward his back. "I'm not to touch my knees to the floor or bend them and significant amount, but since that will make this impossible for you to safely do what I'm asking you, I will be putting myself in a difficult situation as well, since working together is an important part of all relationships." He opened up a jar of blackstrap molasses, wrinkling his nose at the smell before he pushed a glazing brush into it and then started to paint from his shoulder down on his right arm. "This is significantly less sweet than generic molasses, used more in dietary supplements because of its vitamins." Once he had covered the top part of his arm, he put the brush aside and held the back of his hand to Nick again, this time an inch or two further away. "Now, Nicholas, please clean me up..."
Nick had tasted blackstrap molasses before, and he knew just how bitter it was. He wasn't eager to taste it again, but he was eager to show off how much he was willing to do to please the Dominant he was working with. When he caught a whiff of the molasses, he did his best to hide the way he wrinkled his nose, and he just watched as Wyatt added the viscous liquid to his skin. "Yes, Sir," he said again. He noted right away that Wyatt was holding himself further away from him this time, and he took a deep breath before leaning forward to reach his arm. The sensation of having his airway completely cut off was scary at first, but he knew he could lean back if he needed to. For now, though, he needed to focus on cleaning off the bitter molasses. He stuck out his tongue and started to lick at the dark liquid. It was slow going with how thick and sticky it was (not to mention how bad it tasted), but he made sure to get Wyatt's skin as clean as possible, even as his mind started to beg for oxygen.
Wyatt really did want to believe that Nick would know his own limits were more important than being impressive, but he found himself mentally counting the seconds that Nick went on continuously, finding himself losing the game of chicken that neither of them knew they were playing. "Sit back, take a few breaths." He instructed, realizing he had not said whether Nick was to lean back when he needed or on instruction, so the Heads wouldn't know that he had panicked Nick was going on for a while. Hell, Nick might assume it was up to Wyatt. Shit, he probably did. He closed his eyes for a moment and when he reopened them, he stooped a little lower to offer more of his hand. "I want you to pull back when you need to breathe. Depending on the time you've finished cleaning me up will determine whether you'll get a reward or punishment, but I won't tell you which correlates to which, not yet." He gave him a wry smile.
Nick pulled himself back into the original position he'd been in, the one where the rope around his neck had a little bit of slack, as soon as Wyatt told him he was allowed to. He gasped in for air and tried not to make it obvious just how much he needed that rush of oxygen. The slight light-headed feeling he still had was actually kind of nice, though, and he would have had to sit back of his own accord within the next few seconds anyhow. He was glad that he'd made it until Wyatt's order, so it looked better for the heads... and now, if only he could do something about the taste in his mouth. "Yes, Sir," he said after a few seconds of catching his breath. "Thank you, Sir." Taking a short break made it much more difficult for him to want to lean forward again and get more of that molasses on his tongue, but he took a deep breath and leaned forward once more, cutting his air supply off completely as he got back to work. He slowly worked his way up Wyatt's hand and onto his arm, working for what was probably about thirty or forty-five seconds at a time before pulling back for air, gathering his bearings, and getting started again.
Wyatt pulled his cheek in between his teeth slightly to bite down on the flesh at how much Nick looked like he had needed the oxygen, but he was just glad that neither of them had seemed surprised or confused outwardly when Wyatt realized he'd forgotten to instruct that part. "Good boy." He gave him a smile and watched him after he went back to breathing and then leaning forward. The more area Nick cleaned, the lower he had to bend at the waist, just glad for all the work his mother had made him do, but he hadn't required to do much bend at the waist/hip exercises in quite some time, so he could already feel the muscles flexing, that faint burn. "Good boy... already almost up to the elbow. I know it tastes bad, but your dominant needs you to clean him off." He stayed in position even as Nick pulled back to breath, focusing on not locking his knees. "Are you feeling faint?" He asked when Nick had leaned back for breath. "Be honest. Do you need some water? I want to be able to help you complete your task."
Nick blinked up at Wyatt when he heard the question. The praise had been nice. It had encouraged him to push himself a little more, and he was eager to hopefully earn some more of it. He had to stop and assess himself, though, to answer the question.... questions. He was probably still a bit light-headed, and he was surprised to notice that his cock had grown hard in his briefs, the realization causing his cheeks to flush with embarrassment. He felt okay otherwise, though. "I feel a little faint, Sir," he said after a moment. "It's a... good faint, though. I like it. I feel... light. I'm not worried about continuing, and I promise to use my safe word or gesture if I need it. I trust you, Sir." He smiled up at him, happy to be doing this with Wyatt in particular. He trusted him, and he was hopeful about where their relationship might be headed. "Some water would probably be helpful, but I don't think I need it, Sir."
Wyatt listened and nodded, raising himself back up. "All right. For the sake of giving you back something actually wet on your tongue, we'll give you a drink. Tip your head back to accept the water but then straighten up to drink it or else you might choke on it." Grabbing a water bottle with a controlled opening, he pulled the plastic tip up and tipped it over to pour into Nick's mouth before he pushed the plastic back in and set it aside. That done, he got back into position, to offer his arm to Nick.
Nick 's smile grew wider, and he moved like Wyatt had instructed while he poured the water into his mouth. It tasted really good compared to the molasses, and he swished it around in his mouth a couple of times before lowering his chin back down so he could swallow it. "Thank you, Sir," he said. "That's much better." Once Wyatt's arm was in a reachable position, Nick leaned forward again. He was getting used to the way the rope cut off his air supply, and he went to work licking the molasses off his arm, making it just past his elbow before he had to pull back again for more oxygen.
Wyatt closed his eyes just briefly, unable to fight off the shiver that went through him, making the hairs on his arms stand up and the flesh raise in goosebumps. Exhaling, he watched Nick sit back, giving him the moment while he turned his eyes up to see the clock to check on their time and looked back at him. "All right, just a little further, I know you can make it in time." He lowered his torso further, planting his feet more firmly on the floor as he bent his upper body down low enough for Nick to get at his upper arm, ignoring the mild trembling of his legs
Nick didn't bother to look at the clock, though he was curious. He kept his attention on Wyatt and trusted him to get them through this presentation. "Yes, Sir," he said again, determined to work harder and faster for the last little bit of molasses he had stuck to his arm. He took a deep breath and leaned forward, immediately setting to work lapping up all of the bitter, gooey liquid. He knew Wyatt's position couldn't be comfortable either, and he wanted to finish all of this in time for both of them. He didn't know how long he was at it, but he didn't pull back again, and by the time the Dom's arm was completely clean, Nick's lungs were burning. He gave one final lick for good measure before leaning back on his knees and panting a little as precious oxygen flooded back into his body. "All clean, Sir," he said after a second or two, looking up at him with a dopey smile. He was feeling more light-headed now, but he knew he hadn't gotten to the point where he would have passed out, and he was just happy with himself for having done what he thought was a good job.
Wyatt focused all the attention he could muster on looking at Nick when it wasn't hurting his neck to do so, and counting, watching the submissive's face turn a little red even as it was deprived of blood flow from the length of time he was determinedly moving at, but he trusted Nick wouldn't let him down, wouldn't let himself get too weak or out of control and pass out. When Nick moved back, he felt some relief wash over him and he exhaled quietly. Looking from Nick to his own shoulder, he nodded and smiled at him. "So it is. Very well done, Nicholas, not passing your limits but also not wasting too much time." Moving around, he started to loosen the ropes, starting of course with the ones around his neck, the ropes becoming slack and no longer in danger of choking Nick. Not wanting to waste too much time on the untying, he threw things in his bag and undid the ropes around Nick's thighs before helping him up to his feet, arm around him to keep him steady as he thanked the headmasters, promising care and a reward almost under his breath to Nick.
Nick beamed up at Wyatt when he heard the praise for a job well done. He was proud of himself for having done such a good job, too, and he was mostly proud of having pleased Wyatt. "Thank you, Sir," he said, unable to stop smiling as he felt some of the ropes get loosened and pulled away from his body. He definitely felt a little dizzy as he got to his feet, especially with his arms still held securely behind his back, but he leaned into Wyatt's side and knew that he'd support him. He thanked the headmasters as well before his attention returned fully to Wyatt, letting the Dom lead him out of the presentation room and back to his dorm for aftercare.
Neither had had much time to practice, but India knew whatever happened, she would get to go be with Thomas after. That, plus Wyatt had the same face, and she knew his brother trusted him, so for today, she would extend her own trust to him. When Wyatt led the way into his presentation with India slightly back and to his left, he nodded courteously to the Heads and greeted them.
After encouraging India to greet them as well, he explained they were going to play with electro stimulation. He asked her for her safe word, to which she responded “Themyscira” and then he led her over to a St. Andrew’s. As she stripped, he opened up his violet want kit on a table, taking out what he would need at first and preparing it. He put it down when it was time to bind her tightly to the cross, getting her spread and using a strap around her waist to just make her extra snug and unable to squirm much.
Once he had her where he wanted her, he picked up a basic head for the violet want, one of the smaller ones right at first. “Don’t forget, you can safe word if it at all passes your limits. Please say “Pause” if you need to, and I’ll give you a few moments. Understood, pet?” India nodded and replied with a, “Yes, sir,” before she went quiet, intent and while she was nervous, she also was excited to know what it would feel like.
The wand lit violet just as promised and he briefly got it close enough to his finger that the toy crackled and a stream of the violet electricity sparked against his finger tip. He felt he ought to know how it felt before subjecting her to it. He did his best to contain any reactions so he wouldn’t give her any anything to assume about.
Wyatt slowly ran the want over her, just an inch above her skin at first over her chest. He could hear her inhale sharply, sucking in her stomach to pull her skin back from it. He let her shy away this time, looking up at her face to see how she seemed, then he let the wand touch her skin, over her ribs. Lifting it away again, he brought it to her nipple and traced as the electricity crackled. He had always thought electro stimulation would not remotely be sexy, but he figured that had to be because he thought of it as wires going to pads, or clamps like jump cables closed on flesh. This, this was much more interesting.
“You’re doing well,” He made just to tell her as her body jerked a little from feeling sparks against her navel. He was slow with his actions, not wanting to surprise her too much nor have to warn her, so he let the wand slide down over her smooth torso before he slid it between her folds. India was squirming from the hips, gasping as muscles in her thighs twitched and how her body instinctively tried to get away from the feeling as he rubbed the wand over her. Satisfied that he got her on edge, he again praised her for taking it well, then turned off and set aside that toy. Now he picked up a Mylar flogger, also a violet wand, in its way. It looked almost like a pom-pom in the way it was shiny and had so many tails. “This will also give you shocks when it hits you. We’re going to try it out.”
This one he couldn’t try on himself much, so he just figured he’d go easy at first. He flicked his wrists and let them slap against the tops of her thighs, making her cry out. On the second lash, she said, “Pause, Sir! Pause.” She was panting so he briefly turned off and set aside the flogger, going over to her and gently stroking her tied back hair. “It’s all right, pet. Your legs might tingle a bit here and there later today, but I promise, you can get through it.” Stepping back, he waited for her before she caught his eye and nodded. Picking up the flogger again, he brought it down on her thighs again, then once straight to her pussy, making her jerk and cry our. Her skin was pinkened as it would be from any normal flogging, but he knew she had to be feeling the electricity, the sharp shock, the heat of the electricity. Giving up that, he let the tails run over her stomach, careful not to look too pleased about how hard she was working to contain her noises as sparks shot out randomly against her skin.
Lastly, he gave her breasts a brief smack, since the flogger was not meant for harsh whips, the electricity supposed to give enough of its own uncomfortable pain. Turning off the tool and disconnecting it from a power source, he stepped up to her. “Now, are you all right, pet? You did very well, cutting yourself off near the end there. You’re a good girl.” He nodded and started to undo her cuffs. “Can you walk?” She nodded faintly and Wyatt closed up his violet wand kit and thanked the Heads for their time before he put an arm around India to make sure to support her as he walker her out of their presentation.
Summary: Wyatt and Silas go in for some extreme wax play.
Wyatt cricked his neck after he looked up his set up. The wax had been a big of a pain in the ass, so he had had two guards help him with it because there was no way he felt comfortable carrying a glass box full of completely melted wax by himself. Looking over at Silas, who he'd already tied a rope harness on, not wanting to waste too much presentation time on that. He would take the time to let them see him wrap up Silas's cock and balls to keep them in locked in a certain position, and tie his hands, but otherwise he wanted it to be focused on the wax play. When the Headmasters came in, he slightly bowed and greeted them politely. Once he'd introduced his premise and partner, he turned his head to look over at Silas. "And what is your safe word, Karofsky?"
Silas: Silas wasn't feeling overly confident, but he sure as hell wasn't going to mess this up. He followed the Dom in, knelt and waited silently until he was undressed. The large glass box confused him, and had his eyes drawn to it, until he heard Wyatt's voice directed at him. He furrowed his brow, not used to being called by his last name. "Oh! Uh, just Red for stop, yellow for a break Sir," he answered quickly, pulling his eyes back to Wyatt, determined to appear more focused from now on.
Wyatt kept his face free from expression as Silas snapped back to focus, tilting his heat at him. "Very well. Stand right here, " He pointed to the floor nearer him. "Spread your legs, so that I can wrap up your cock and balls. If you can get hard for me, now's the time, whatever is... necessary." His eyebrows raised.
Silas: Silas moved to the spot and adjusted his stance. Get hard? Wyatt wasn't going to help? How humiliating to just stand there and jerk off. He fidgeted, his brain working out how to minimize the embarrassment. He thought about asking to blow Wyatt, but that seemed too bold. Resigned he brought his hand down and started to massage his soft cock. He heard the head mistress shift in her seat and his face turned red. As his cheeks blushed, he cock started to swell. He forced his eyes out to the head masters, basking briefly in the humiliation, thinking back to blowing Nate in the thrift store, or pissing outside on a leash for kit. With in a minute he was rock hard and feeling much subbier. He forced his hand away and behind his back.
Wyatt watched, thinking he'd offer to help if it took too long, but Silas seemed to go to a place where he could get hard, and once he moved his hand away, Wyatt nodded. "Well done... now." He moved over and started to tie ropes around Silas's testicles and his cock, to keep him hard and from those extremities better in place. He decided to move Silas's hands and tie them to his chest so he wouldn't feel off balance by having his hands behind his back, but they were tied up high enough on his chest harness so he couldn't try and protect or touch his cock. "All right... and now... now, we're going to make our own, homemade candle. Using your cock and ball as the base object." He carefully lifted the lid off of the hot wax. "You are going to squat over the hot wax and when I tell you, sink both your cock and balls into it, leave it for five seconds - I'll count- and take it back out. For a moment, anyway. If you need help up or down, just ask and I'll assist you. All clear?"
Silas: Silas, now hard and eager to get this all going and preferably over with, knit his fingers behind his back. He watched as Wyatt tied his cock and balls up. He'd never had anyone do that before, but it wasn't bad. The rough rope had a delightfully painful edge, and the tightness reminded him of Sebastian's cock ring. Silas let Wyatt move his hands to his chest, a little confused at first what the Dom was doing but it soon became clear. "Thank you for tying my hands and cock, Sir," he said, trying to sound subby and not be a silent robot. Silas looked up to Wyatt as the Dom began to explain. Candle? His face grew confused and then shocked and concerned, but his cock gave him away, throbbing and twitching as the plan was revealed. "I...I..you.." he stammered for a second before regrouping, "I'm to lower my cock...and balls into the hot wax...wait and pull out, Sir," he said, half as a question of disbelief and half as a reassurance that he'd understood. "All...clear, Sir," he said, swallowing hard. He had to do it. There wasn't any choice in the matter. He took a few deep breaths as the hot wax was placed before him. It didn't look so bad, he told himself, though he was sure the heat would be nearly unbearable. He inched forward on his knees until his cock was hoovering over the wax, knees on either side and took another breath. He started to lower himself by spreading his knees wider, but his sense of self preservation kicked in when he started to feel the heat radiating from the wax below. He paused, taking another breath. "Please Sir...will you tell me to do it once more," he said, eyes closed and face set emotionless but quivering. He just needed to hear the order, to have the instinct to follow set in
Wyatt watched Silas take in the news, just hoping that the Headmasters wouldn't be upset with him for springing it on the sub here, now. But not every scene or thing that a Dom asked you to do would be planned out with you, that was his rationale. Watching as Silas steeled himself and moved over the hot wax, he was curious about his reaction, keeping his face blank even if he was experiencing both amusement and sympathy pains at the same time. He stepped over closer and set his hand lightly on Silas's shoulder. "Lower your cock and your balls completely into the wax, and only lift yourself back out when I've counted down and told you you may, pet."
Silas: Silas took one more deep breath as Wyatt spoke and gave a solemn nod as he lowered himself down fully. He went quick in one motion, sure if he went slow he'd falter. The hot wax enveloped his hard cock and made him cry out. Thank god for Wyatt's hand on his shoulder, or Silas surely would have at least tried to pull out of the heat. His face contorted and his breaths came short and fast. His toes curled as he fought back against the pain and his instincts to remove his cock from the heat.
Wyatt watched Silas go in without easing himself, eyebrows raising. He stroked Silas's shoulder soothingly as the sub stayed as still as he was able. "Good boy... 5...4...3..2..1. All right, you can lift yourself back out again." Wyatt licked his lips as he fought back a smile. "I think we'll do that again once more before we stick a wick against the wax, just make sure it has a good amount to hold onto. I imagine the heat is quite locked in between your cock and the shell, so hopefully, that will make the further dipping not hurt quite so much... ready to go again?"
Silas: Silas's thighs trembled with the effort to hold himself in the awkward position and the effort to fight his urges to pull out. Wyatt seemed to be counting in slow motion as Silas waited for the command to sit up. When it finally came he pulled his cock out and felt the wax immediately start to stiffen and encase his cock. He looked down. It looked foreign, like it wasn't even his dick attached to him. Panting he waited for more instructions, still slightly confused as to the end goal, but content to take it one order at a time. The pain lessened but not as much as Silas had hoped. The heat was in fact trapped against his skin, though it was much more bearable now. Silas nodded, sure that this time it wouldn't' be as bad, but having a hard time convincing his body of that. He licked his lips and took a deep breath before lowering himself again. It felt very very strange. The heat was much less intense, but it still was uncomfortable. He waited for Wyatt to count before sitting up again. He let out a breath and watched as the wax formed a new thicker layer around his cock , which despite the pain, had managed to stay pretty hard. "Feels very weird, Sir," he breathed, trying to calm his breathing.
Wyatt counted and let his hand up as he reached in to get a wick from a plastic bag in his pocket. Crouching down on one knee, after Silas lifted up again, he carefully stuck the wick into the soft, hot wax along the underside of the sub's cock. It burned his finger tips a little but he didn't let that show on his face as he pushed it into the wax enough to stay while Silas dipped again. Satisfied, he leaned back and stood up, licking his lips again. "Good boy, you're doing well... but we need to do this a bit more. Lower back in, I'll tell you when you can pull out."
Silas: Silas watched as Wyatt carefully placed the wick, praying that it was just for looks and not for actual use. "Thank you Sir, yes sir," he replied, nodding. It certainly couldn't be as bad as the first dip, seeing he had two full layers of wax on now. Silas took a beat and then lowered himself into the hot wax again. IT wasn't so bad. It was hot, but his dick was insulated against the worst of it. As he waited for the order to remove his cock though, he felt the heat start to intensify, nothing he couldn't handle howerver.
Wyatt didn't count this time, nor did he immediately tell Silas to pull out, instead just watching from above to see how the wax was progressing but it was difficult. "All right, up." He bent down to look at his cock, and to let it cool, solidify a bit so more wax would cling onto it. "Good, good. Again." He ordered, doing the same thing as the time above, letting Silas be in suspense for when he could pull it out. "Up."
Silas: Silas licked his lips, his fingers were fidgeting as he waited and waited for the signal to pull up. It had been much more than a five count this time and he was starting to feel like all the wax was just going to melt back off. Finally Wyatt allowed him to rise and he could tell that the wax had thickened. There was little reprieve as Wyatt ordered him back down again. This time it didn't hurt much at all, the wax insulating from the worst of the heat. The awkward position however, was starting to make his thighs tremble and his mind started to wander to what was going to happen next. When Wyatt ordered him up again, he could see the wax was a few layers thick around the wick now as well, and it seemed like it would stay in place, though he was sure if he picked at the wax it would flake away.
Wyatt once Silas got up the second time, Wyatt waited half a minute or a little less before reaching off to pinch the wax off of the wick at the end, tossing that wax back into the rest of it as he admired the work so far. "Once more, and then I think we could call it good, and move on to the fun parts."
Silas: Silas barely noticed the wait time, too intrigued by the look and feel of his cock. It was less constricting that a cage and he wondered if there was some kind of cock cage that was basically like this. He wondered if any hand gotten into his hole. Or if the wick would stay where it was as more wax was added. Fun parts. That sounded like it would be fun for Wyatt and not fun for himself. He dipped his cock again with little pain over and over this went until the wax was built up thickly around his whole member. The urge to touch it and feel what it felt like was overwhelming but he had no way to touch it with his hands bound. When finally Wyatt decided there were enough layers, Silas sat back on his heels waiting to see what new torture awaited him
Wyatt nodded in approval when he decided the wax was thick enough he could do his work without worry of hurting Silas. "Well done. Now, I'll help you onto your back and you're just going to lie there for me. Lucky you, you don't have to do anything except stay perfectly still. All understood?" He helped Silas lay down and got up, going to get a small knife for carving, walking back over and kneeling next to him. He gingerly touched the wax to see that it was firm but not dry before he reached in and slowly made a cut into the wax, using its bendy texture to fold it down a little like a leaf on a pineapple.
Silas: Silas furrowed his brow, clearly not understanding what was in store, but he was willing to let Wyatt move him about. If nothing else, he was sure Wyatt wouldn't cut his dick, not with the heads watching at least. He lay back, but kept his head up, watching as Wyatt knelt beside him and pulled out a knife. His mouth and eyes both went wide. "Sir..." he said, worry in his voice as Wyatt's brought the knife toward his cock. The sub's feet moved, tensed and ready to kick his body out of the way if he had to. He watched the knife cut into the wax and was relieved to see it only peel back half the layers. He sighed and relaxed, watching tense but more calmly than before as Wyatt continued to make leaves.
Wyatt shook his head at the sound of the worry. "Keep calm, Silas, and trust me. No moving." He was a little confused why Silas would think that he would ever cut his dick without a punishment request to do so, because he certainly wouldn't do it as an improvisation. He made a few more leaves on different height levels and different sides of his cock, to make him into a decorative candle. Once he finished, he pinched more wax off the wick and pulled out a box of matches. Striking one into a flame, he leaned over and lit the wick carefully, blowing the match out once he had caught the wick on fire, and sat back on his legs. "Voila. A pretty, homemade candle with it a sturdy base to it." He smirked.
Silas: Silas swallowed and relaxed. Sure, Wyatt hated him most days, but he was pretty sure the Dom wouldn't cut him without having talked about it first. He relaxed when Wy put the knife away, sure they were done but then out came matches. He tensed. Flame that close to his dick, regardless of what it was covered in, scared him. He couldn't have safeworded if he'd wanted to, too shocked and in awe of what was happening. He watched silently as the flame from the match jumped to the wick. And then there it was. His cock was a candle. On fire... He stared at it, oblivious to anything or anyone around him, just watching the wick slowly burning down, his brain trying to figure out if it would hurt when it reached the wax, or if he'd have time before it hit skin. Would Wyatt let it hit skin? He really wouldn't be surprised if he did. He stared, mentally disconnected from his own cock, actually able to admire the work they'd done, for a brief moment, before the fear set back in. He tensed and whimpered, eyes still locked on the wick as it burned quickly toward his cock. "Sir...." he said, hesitantly, not wanting to mess things up, but having a hard time not knowing what to expect.
Wyatt watched the flame on the wick of their own made candle, quite fascinated to watch it, to see it burn down, begin to re-melt the wax around the head of Silas's cock. When he heard the hesitation in the sub's voice, he looked over at him. "Trust me. Trust me and don't look if that makes you trust me less. I'm your dominant and you have to believe that I know what I'm doing. Can you do that for me, pet?" His eyes flicked back to the wick, not wanting to keep his eyes off of it too long
Silas.: Silas was starting to pant, his eyes darting now between the flame and the Dom as he tried to focus on his words. "Y-yes,Sir," he stammered, then again more confidently "yes sir." It took great self control but he did trust Wyatt wouldn't hurt him like this. He lay his head back and let his breathing slow as the seconds ticked by.
Wyatt carefully kept his eyes on the flame, as the wick burned closer and closer and the wax was melting from Silas's cock, dripping down, pooling in the different fanned out wax leaves. He knew Silas would start to feel the heat radiating, so in the nick of time, he reached in with his fingertips and snuffed out the fire. "There, now... wasn't so bad, was it?" He murmured, not knowing that for sure but still deciding to say it anyway.
