Using Jesse Evans

Sebastian Kane drips molten wax onto Jesse Evans’ back, the golden trails glistening against his smooth skin as the heat curls his muscles. The blond leans into the sting, arms spread on a wooden pallet while Kane wields the yellow cylinder, pressing searing strips over his shoulders and the curve of his spine. Evans’ legs bear the same branding, wax seeping between his toes, the wood beneath him groaning under the weight of the wax’s slow, sticky pull. The industrial air hums with the scent of burning resin as Kane works the wax down his body, each application a deliberate mark.