The Brick: Chapter 14

Disclaimer: This is complete fiction. Any resemblance to other works, or real people is purely coincidental.

Please note, the characters in my stories never wear condoms. This is because the sudden urge to play it safe doesn’t really fit in with the mood I’m trying to create. Do not take this as an endorsement for unprotected sex; please do not bareback without first making yourself aware of all the potential risks that are involved. My characters can’t get STI’s ‘cause I don’t want them too, but the real world doesn’t work that way.

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To say I was scared at the start was more than an understatement. In my private cell, my ankles were bound to the legs of the wooden chair I was sat on, and my arms tied behind my back. Around me, fire was flickering in every direction – what seemed like thousands of candles, all burning and melting at once. The room was hot, yet I felt freezing as I watched the client come up to me, holding a small tealight candle in his hand. He grinned evilly as he held it over me, I pulled my head back as far as I could, though he wasn’t holding it in a way that would get near my face. Slowly, he began to tip his hand, so slowly that the melting wax of the tealight didn’t flow over the edge for some time. When it finally did, I gasped, bit down on my lip and closed my eyes, feeling my body tense up in fear.

I expected it to burn, to make me scream in pain and scar my skin. When it touched the skin of my chest, I flinched, horrified. But it didn’t burn at all. It barely even felt hot. It slowly poured down onto my chest and started dribbling down in little columns as it began to harden against me. I let go of the breath I was holding and felt my body unclench. “See…” The client spoke as he continued to tip the wax down. “A nice mild one to start off with…” I could feel my skin begin to grow warmer underneath the wax that was drying against my chest. As the last of the tealight emptied onto me, my breathing became normal again. As he waited for it to dry to my skin, the client knelt down and took my cock in hand, starting to get it hard after it had been reduced by my fear of the candles.

The wax had formed a thin layer on my chest, a large blob of it where it had first landed with multiple columns straining down from that like many pillars of varying thickness. The client let me go and went to pick up another tealight. Taking me back in hand as he raised the candle up, he slowly pumped me as he let the wax pour over onto me again. He did it in shot drops this time, letting little streams fall down one at a time, sending single, thick columns of wax down my chest instead. The heat of them felt good, and was only motivated by my growing hardness in the clients hand. He raised the candle over one of my shoulders, and let some of it tip down. When it hit there, the wax went flowing in all directions, down my chest, my back and my arm. My shoulder was more sensitive to it but it still didn’t quite hurt. He moved to the other shoulder and emptied the rest of the candle there.

My fear was gone and with it the unnatural chill in me, and I was starting to grow warmer from the heat of the candles and the client’s body heat. Now that the second candle was empty, he let go of me and retrieved the third tealight. This one he wasted no time on, tipping it straight down onto my chest all in one movement. The sheer amount of it all at once meant it felt hotter than the other two, though still not so hot that it hurt. I gasped as it all landed on me at once and began to run down my body. He took me in hand again while it flowed down and hardened. While he played with me, he lent forward and rested his forehead against mine, smiling and waiting for it to dry. When it finally did, he spoke. “Time for something hotter…” He moved away from me, and took up a thick, cream-coloured candle that looked more like a standard candle.

I tensed up as he returned to me. He took my cock again before bringing the candle close to me, making sure to get me relaxing in his pumps, waiting till I was chewing my lip with my enjoyment of it before he finally moved again. He very slowly tipped a small drop of the candle wax down onto my chest. I gasped as it landed, as heat and pain shot through me. He kept pumping as he tipped another drop, then another. Each one hurt, and each one made me gasp, but at the same time, I felt myself enjoying each spike of pain. At the least, it didn’t make me any less hard, and I pressed my hips out as far as I could in my bound position, wishing the client would pump harder.

His droplets of wax began to go lower, down past my nipples and off my chest altogether to my stomach, where my skin was more sensitive. The wax hurt more there, but that still didn’t put me off. I could see the tip of my cock glistening with pre, and the client began to rub his thumb over the slit, spreading it about and sending shivers up my spine as he continued letting more and more wax drip over my stomach. Eventually, the candle ran out of pre-melted wax, so he let go of me once more and got another one, returning it to my stomach area as he took me in hand once more. Dripping this one lower, the trails went around the rim of my belly button and down where my trail of hair once grew, before I’d got into the habit of shaving it. He moved it around, letting drops go onto the sides of my stomach, where they’d travel down to tops of my legs.

He moved the candle lower, and droplets started to splash down onto the insides of my thighs. The skin there was even more sensitive, and I whimpered as I first felt them begin to land on me. The client started pumping me faster, seeking to balance out the pleasure and the pain – it worked. Even as the droplets began to dot my legs faster, I couldn’t help but enjoy the sensations of them shooting through me. I could feel that, if the client wanted, he could have easily got me to orgasm now, but the client clearly didn’t plan on making that happen yet. He spent his time emptying the rest of the candle over my thighs, occasionally returning to my stomach and chest with it. By the time it was empty, my mind was a haze of bizarre pleasure and the heat of my body had me sweating.

The next candle was a skinny white one, that didn’t look like it would have much wax. This one he brought dangerously close to my cock. I bit down hard on my lip and, as the first drops of white wax dripped down onto the skin above my cock, I winced at the heat of it. The client pumped my cock hard but the pain was still inescapable. I shifted in my chair and moaned as the drops fell one by one. It started to burn a little less as he kept it up, and then it started to feel a bit more enjoyable. Little trails of wax went down into the valleys between my cock and the sides of my legs, curling around the base of my shaft and balls. He shifted the hand on my cock so he could drip the tiniest amounts directly onto my shaft, which burnt with pain and pleasure in equal amounts. Due to the size of the candle, it ran out of wax soon enough, and the client blew out the flame on it as he continued wanking my cock. I could feel myself getting closer and closer now, but it seemed the client wasn’t done yet, as he stood up, let go of me and went to get what would be his final candle.

He returned with another tealight, and knelt down in front of me. He took my shaft in hand again, holding it up near my stomach and exposing my balls, which he held the candle over. I whimpered and squirmed in my chair, half afraid and half wanting to know what it would feel like. The latter feeling drowned out the former as he pumped my cock harder and harder. He kept going till my orgasm began to build up again and my whimpers were from pleasure rather than fear. Then he slowly began to tip his hand.

I let out an ungodly moan as the wax came cascading down onto my balls. The heat filled them as my skin yelled in pain, but my mind felt only pleasure from it. He kept pounding my cock as he emptied out the entire tealight down onto my balls in one movement. Wax flooded all over them, going down between my legs and onto the stitch of skin between my balls and ass. All of it was too much, and I felt my climax rush up upon me. Letting out a second moan, I began to shoot my load in time with the clients pumps, sending sticky shot after sticky shot up onto my wax covered stomach and chest. My hips bucked in the chair and my body repeatedly twitched and flinched. I gasped and breathed heavily from the sensation.

When it finally came to an end, my skin tingled with a dull pain. My balls ached, and my body felt tired. I looked weakly up at the client, who had stood up and was smiling down at me. He raised his cum-covered hand to my mouth, which I used my lips and tongue to clean off for him, before he cupped my cheek, bent down and kissed me softly on the lips. I sat there, panting gently from the experience while he went around, extinguishing the unused candles, which were apparently only lit for dramatic effect – and perhaps to make the room even hotter. Before he left, he placed his hand on my head and ruffled my hair gently, smiling at my exhausted form once more.

Sitting there, feeling my body slowly return to normal as I waited for the Warden to come retrieve me, I began to realise how uncomfortably stiff the wax had made me. I tried to shift around in my seat, which got some of it to crack and flake off, but most of it clung to my body, refusing to budge. Eventually, I heard footsteps outside my cell and the Warden appeared in the doorway. I smiled at him when I saw him – he was wearing disturbingly normal clothes today. Baggy green camouflage trousers and a black vest top that was tucked into them. His trainers matched his trousers and looked a bit odd, as I’d never seen him in anything but large, black boots before. He walked over to me, grinning as he knelt down and started untying my legs. “Enjoy that, did yeh?” He asked as he looked up and down my cum-covered chest and stomach. I grinned weakly and nodded.

“One fetish I don’t get.” He said as he finished on my ankles and moved behind me to do my arms. “Each to his own, o’ course. I’m not gonna judge, but damn!” He helped me stand up and looked me up and down again. “I suppose it would be cruel to make you sit around in your cell till the normal shower time…” He looked ponderously at me, then grinned. “Not to say I can’t be cruel, but I don’t want you flaking wax off everywhere. C’mon.” Finished, and led me out of the private cell and up through the office to the old toilet and shower room. He turned the valve on for me and told me to start rinsing off while he went and got me a towel and cleaning stuff.

I stood under one of the streams and felt the water flood over me, instantly washing of my cum. The wax was more stubborn, but began to come off in flakes and lumps once the heat of the water started softening it again. I managed to get a fair amount of it to shift – the stuff on my cock and balls came off easiest, but some of the harder clumps on my stomach, thighs and chest still refused to budge. I heard someone clear their throat at the archway into the showers and turned to see the Warden standing there once more. A towel was on the floor behind him and he held a bottle of shower gel in his hand, and was staring at me with an intense look in his eyes. I stood looking back at him, not moving, wondering what he was thinking and suddenly feeling exposed, despite being no more naked than I had been for most of the day.

I he began to move. His hands took hold of his vest and pulled it out from its tucked position, then yanked it up over his head, exposing his bare chest. I kept watching, feeling surprised, as he kicked off his trainers then undid his trousers and let them fall to the floor, kicking them out from under him. He stood there, almost naked, only wearing a pair of tight black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his arousal. He walked into the shower room, towards me, dropping the shower gel near us as he reached me, then took me by the hips, standing under the stream and letting the water flood over him and soak through his boxers.

I couldn’t help be yelp slightly at the roughness with which he grabbed me. We stared into each other’s eyes as I rested my arms on his muscled chest, moving them upwards to his shoulders and wrapping them round his neck. Our bodies pressed together and I felt his full, massive hardness against my cock and stomach. My eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips, and I chewed mine as I kept looking at them. I wanted him to kiss me, more than anything I wanted to him to kiss me. I could see that he’d noticed my looks, and he seemed uncertain. His head moved closer to mine in small burst of movement, but finally, he forced our mouth together.

I whimpered into his mouth as his tongue slipped out of it and into mine, taking me in a deep kiss as his arms wrapped around me and tightened. My body felt half crushed by the strength and solidity of his as it pressed against me, but the feeling of it pressing against me was incredible. When we broke the kiss, I brought my hands back down his chest, over his stomach and down onto his soaking boxers, gripping his cock through them and pumping it a few times, before yanking down the cloth and letting it come out into the stream of the shower. It was a huge, thick shaft that I could easily take with both hands, begins to pump it. I wanted to make the Warden climax – I wanted the Warden to use me any way he needed to, to make that happen.

He had similar thoughts, and I felt his arms leave me, only to grab me by the shoulder and turn me around. He pinned me up against the wall as his other hand grabbed my ass cheek, roughly squeezing and pulling at it as the huge shaft rubbed against my crack, against my hole. I turned my head enough to look at him as the tip of it found my entrance. He closed his eyes, and looked like he was in deep thought for a moment, then his face screwed up as if he were in pain. His cock slowly pressed harder against me, and I bit my lips, wanting to feel it go in, but just as I thought it was about to enter, it suddenly moved away. I heard the Warden speak. “No.” It was all he said, and he let go of me.

I turned around. He stood there, staring at me with a serious expression on his face that almost looked sad. I wasn’t sure what was wrong, but I still wanted to bring him to climax, so I stepped towards him took him in my hand again, but once I did, he suddenly moved forwards again as well, pushing me back under the stream and pinning me against the wall, moving my hand away from his cock and taking me in another deep kiss. I had no choice but to wrap my arms over his shoulders and around his neck once more. I felt him take himself in hand as his tongue entered my mouth, and he pumped himself aggressively, holding me there against the wall for the entire time. He moaned into my mouth as he got closer and closer.

He broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes, his lust was written over his face as he pumped his final pumps and let out a moan of pleasure. His climax was huge, and shot up my stomach and chest, but was quickly washed away by the showers. When it finished, he wrapped his arms around me once more, pulling me into him. I rested my head against his neck as one hand gently stroked through my hair and the other slid down my back onto my cheek, fondling it gently. We stayed like that for some time, and I gently kissed and nipped at his neck in a way that I’d grown used to doing now. Finally, we separated and he looked at me once more. He had a sad smile on his face as he brought his hands up to mine, cupping my cheeks in both.

His thumb rubbed against my lip, and I kissed it, taking it in and gently sucking on it, which made him smile more. But his hands moved away from me and he stepped back. “Yelp…” He said softly, so softly that I could barely hear him over the stream. He looked like he was going to say something else, but suddenly he turned from me, putting himself back in his soaked boxers, and said “Be sure to turn the valve off when you’re done.” He went through the archway and left the room, heading back into the office, still dripping wet and ignoring his discarded clothes. I stood under the stream and watched him go.