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I lay there for a good ten minutes, the wax dripping on my cock, balls and all over my chest. Some of the candles on the swirling contraption had gone out, but there was still a lot of wax falling on my bound and helpless body. When the attendant finally returned the candles over my cock had pretty much burned down to nothing. He turned on the lights and I could then see the results. I couldn't see my cock or balls. They were covered in a huge mass of wax. My tits had a mountain of wax built up on them, and my chest was covered by what I can only describe as a shield.

He untied me and removed the brace he had on my cock. "Stand up", he said. I did so and the wax on my cock and balls pulled them toward the ground, but did not fall off. Neither did the wax on my tits or chest.

"Very nice, very nice; I see the candles did their work. I guess we should remove it now since I'm not finished with you yet. All that wax is protecting you from the further abuse I have planned."

He then put a blindfold on me, took me by the hand and instructed me to follow him into the next room. "We call this the car wash."

I went with him and he took me to that next area and He had me stand in what I assume was the center of the room. It felt like I was standing over a large metal grate of some kind. He pulled my hands up over my hand and shackled them in that position. He had me spread my legs wide apart and attached shackles around my ankles. I was standing spread eagled and blindfolded--totally helpless.

I then heard him leave. A minute or so later I was hit with warm, not hot, but very warm water from all directions. It soaked my hair, and my body from head to toe. There was then a load mechanical sound and I could feel a rush of air coming up from between my legs. That was followed by what I can only imagine was a very large brush spinning very fast. It began breaking up the wax on my cock and balls, making it fall to the floor.

Seconds later there was a louder sound and my entire body was hit by more brushes. This was indeed a car wash, but I was the car. Large spinning brushes were cleaning me off. I couldn't feel them at first with all the wax on my body, but once they did they job I could feel thousands and thousands of brushes scrapping all over my body. This will also get the shit off me, I thought. Each one stung--like a couple thousand tiny needles pricking my skin over and over again. Sometimes, depending how they hit me, they whipped my body. My cock, now hard again, was being pushed and pulled in all directions from the brushes below them and on either side. This continued for a good five minutes, and then stopped suddenly.

I could hear the brushes being retracted and I was then hit by hot air from all sides, drying me off. It didn't quite burn, but it was close. I felt like I was in a tornado in the middle of a desert. After another couple of minutes I could here the door open and in walked the attendant.

'Well, let’s see how you look now. Yes the brushes did the trick. We bought those from a car wash that went out of business. I do see it cut you up a bit, but it’s nothing to deep. A little blood. Sorry about that, but we needed to get you nice and clean before we continued." He removed the blindfold and I could see what He meant. There were small cuts on my chest and while I couldn't see them, it felt like my balls were bleeding a bit. I could now see I was standing on a grate, and below it was all the wax that I had been covered with 10 minutes ago. There was a lot of it.

"Now before we go to this next room, I have to give you a chance to call it quits and go home. We have had some people freak out badly during this next treatment so I'm obligated to give you a chance to forgo the remainder of your abuse. Do you have any questions?"

"Yes, I said, can you give me some idea of what this next torture is?"

"Well no, I can't do that. All I can see is that we call this next room "fear factor". If you ever saw the TV show; ‘ya might have a feel for what it entails. Once it starts, if you do have a problem, I can stop it, but it will take a few minutes. It takes several minutes to set up, and will take that same amount of time to undo it. Other than that, I can only say it has nothing to do with eating anything gross, and you won't be permanently harmed. However, like the car wash, there might be a small amount of blood....and definitely some discomfort over a large part of your body. Yes or no, get the whole treatment you paid for, or quit and go home."

I thought for a moment, and hesitantly, somewhat reluctantly, said "okay".

"Excellent, I was hoping you’d agree. This room is a favorite of mine, and most of the people who work here. You consider yourself an exhibitionist? I hope so. There's usually an audience for this part of the session."

To be continued...