The caretaker frowned as he heard the storm unleashing outside. Thunder crashed, and the ran beat against the side of the building. Ben could hear the wind howling.
"Dang, storms, bet the power will go out again. The power company should put the lines underground. They're always blowing down. I should get a candle just in case," the caretaker said turning away from Ben. He paused and turned back to look evilly at Ben, and then down at Ben's waxen boner.
He opened a drawer in the work bench next to him, and pulled a waxen wick and a metal dowl. He then fastened the end of the wick to the end of the dowl-it had a little hook or something at the end. Then he positioned it directly over Ben's pee hole.
Ben's eyes went wide. If his mouth wasn't waxen, he would have screamed. He could feel the cold steel plunging into his cock. The caretaker grinned.
"You'll be playing the part of Batgirl in the exhibit once I get some more special wax. In the meantime," the caretaker said grabbing Ben's cock and balls by the base and pulling. The wax broke away from Ben's crotch. The caretaker fiddled with the dowl until it and the wick end emerged at the base of the cock candle. He undid the wick from the dowl. Tied off the wick, and pulled the dowl out. Then he set it on the work bench.
Just then there was particularly loud clap of thunder and the lights flickered. They flickered again. Then darkness enveloped everything.
"Looks like I got my candle ready just in time," the caretaker said in the absolute darkness that had engulfed the windowless room. The sound of a match being struck echoed in the darkness. Fire sprang to life. Even though it was no longer connected to him, Ben swore he could feel the heat of the match hovering over his glans.