Pure Weird Smut

Red Room

Groaning filled the corners of the room as the Master dripped hot candle wax onto his subject's naked back.  A boy sitting in chains waited patiently nearby, his hair as dark as the steel that bound him. Every moan sent a shiver of electricity through the boy's body, pulsing like a living stream of blood. The Master's senses awoke as he inhaled the atmosphere full of a multitude of pheromones. He felt a sense of perverse satisfaction as he noticed his newest victim still unconscious.