The Caretaker ran his cold hands up and down Mitchel's naked form. Mitchel let out a groan in protest, but there was little the paralyzed teenager could do against the man's wandering hands. He poked and prodded Mitchel.
Mitchel let out a sudden yelp when the Caretaker's cold hand grasped his hardening member. Rubbing his thumb in a circular motion. Then he started thumping up and down, stimulating the immobile teen. Mitchel started moaning. He made a noise in the back of his throat. If he could move, he wasn't sure if he'd stop the man or not.
As he got closer and closer to exploding, his breath was getting faster, quicker. He moaned in pleasure and finally came, his seeds collected in a bowl. His grip on his cock loosened and Mitchel relaxed, a soft sigh like sound emanating from his throat.
Mitchel's cum was poured into a large pot of boiling hot wax and mixed together. Now once the wax made contact with skin, it would turn flesh into wax, allowing for a better mold. Carefully the caretaker took a lattle of wax and poured it onto Michel's abdomen. He groaned in pain from the hot wax. Second later, Mitchel felt a strange sensation down in his abdomen. IT was a strange tingling feeling. The caretaker poked Mitchel's abs and was satisfied to find it had become wax. Smiling, he lifted Mitchel up and sat him in special contraption that began pouring the special magic wax all over him.
Mitchel moaned and groaned against the heat of the wax, but there was nothing he could do. Soon, there was a wax dummy of Mitchel, who looked around the room. Apparently he wasn't completely turned to wax. At least he was still aware and alive. Sudden the Caretaker came at him with a hot knife and descended upon him, working over his wax form.