A moment after the Caretaker pulled down the switch, a motor engine could be heard behind him chugging away and gradually as the energy built up, the vibrator buried deep within Ben's wax butt activated and the soft seal around the pumping head steadily massaged his member.
The sensations were magnified a thousand-fold by the wax coating and bonded to his body.
He moaned incoherently and his eyes were lolling in his head. He'd never felt this much pleasure in his life and as far as he knew, it would never end.
The Caretaker glanced down at the boy's sack which was ballooning at an alarming rate.
"Fllnnss ssssonn gnnnudd!" Ben tried to cry out in between his rapturous moans, "nnnngggiiiiggg relnnggggsh!"
The mad sculptor ignored his garbled pleas for release, deciding to wait for the prime moment to initiate the pumping. Only when he was satisfied by the girth of the continuously inflating testis would he let the juices flow.
The boy's pleasure filled exclamations were drowning out the noises of the machine, and were grating on the Caretaker's nerves. His desire for silence from other people was one of the many reasons he had isolated himself so far from the general population, preferring the company of his living waxworks. In hindsight he would have coated the boy's head first but this was the first time any victim has given him so much trouble and he was not used to improvising solutions. The boy was now screaming for release.
By now the ball-sac was getting ready to burst and the Caretaker was about to switch the pump that would indefinitely extract the life juice from the boy's engorged genitalia.
It was at the time that the Caretaker's focus seemed to change. A slight grimace forming on his normally unperturbed visage. His connection to all the waxworks in his domain gave him the feeling of a presence somewhere that it shouldn't have been. "The secret library!" he cursed, and with that he commanded some sentries to subdue the intruder, before returning to his current project.