The candle continues to melt

"I've gotta go get some work done, I'll be back in a bit. Now you better keep this candle in your ass, you hear me. If I come back and find that you've pushed it out, you're in for a world of pain." The King says as you hear his footsteps start to walk away into the distance.

"Wait you can't just leave me here like this!" You yell out after him, but your pleas fall on deaf ears.

With the King gone, you're left in this room alone with a candle melting in your ass. Drop after drop continues falling and burning your poor asshole. The hole is still sore from being fucked more than it ever has before over the past couple days (considering it had never been used before). Nonetheless, you can't help but think how much you'd rather it be a big black cock in there rather than this candle being used to punish you. Even an ass fucking would be better than this, no matter how painful it was. To think how broken your mind must be right now, to be getting tormented by these men and still all you can think of is how good it would be to be getting fucked by them instead. In this moment of silent reflection, all you can think of is how far you've fallen. You truly have been broken, mind, body and spirit.

The candle continues to melt over seconds, which eventually turn into minutes. It feels like it's been forever and you have no idea how much more of the candle there is to go. The King better get back before it finishes burning or who knows what will happen. You can feel the heat of the flame getting closer and closer to your asshole. You're beginning to sweat, not because of the miniscule heat coming from the candle but rather the thought of what will happen if the King doesn't come back in time.