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kaipchar kiya gaya - adhyay 3
11:14
prakaashit: 12.03.2026 • chhipaen
Robert turns Aiden into his own personal art project, splashing his boy's lean young body with a variety of different-colored hot waxes. Aiden struggles with the tight ropes binding him, but he has no choice: He must endure the painful from his sadistic Master. "Hot wax is so sexy," Robert smirks, grabbing another candle. Aiden whimpers through his tape-gag, bracing for the searing pain. When the wax hits his body he squirms and buckles, hoping it will soon be over. But Robert’s “painting” isn’t finished yet. It isn't long before his boy’s stomach and chest are completely coated in multi-colored layers of the searing-hot wax. "Let me go!" Aiden pleads, ripping off the duct tape covering his mouth. "Fuck you!" Robert replies, pouring more wax on the boy, enjoying the loader screams from his ungagged mouth. Creating art is so satisfying.
