Page 107 of Not Safe For Work

“Then let’s get started, shall we?”

He turned a bit, looking up at me with round eyes. We haven’t started yet?

I chuckled, patted his shoulder and moved to the other side of the table. First things first—the machine.

I put plenty of lube on the toy and also on him, and slid it into him a few times to make sure he was good and relaxed. Then I reattached it to the machine, positioned it, and turned it on.

The motor whirred to life. The arm started moving, slowly at first, and then faster as I cranked it up, and Rick moaned as the toy moved in and out of him.

“Feel good?” I asked.

“Mmhmm.”

“Straight answers, Rick,” I said sharply.

“Yes. Yes, it feels… Feels good.”

“Much better.” I patted his leg.

While the machine kept going, I moved to the Crock-Pot and stirred the thick, white liquid with the long-handled ladle. That setup was well within Rick’s view when he turned his head, and he watched me, eyes fixed on the ladle as his fingers kneaded the armrests.

I dipped the ladle in and raised it, watching his gaze, and as I turned it and let the wax fall back into the pot, he shuddered.

“Ready?” I asked.

He licked his lips and nodded. “Ready.”

I stirred the wax a little more and then scooped some out. Carefully holding it several inches above his skin, I turned the ladle and drizzled the wax across the back of his shoulder.

He hissed, his muscles twitching beneath the liquid.

“That hurt?” I asked.

“Of course it fucking hurts.” He forced out a breath.

I turned up the machine. As it fucked him faster, he swore softly, his head falling forward and his arms trembling beneath him.

“Let’s try that again,” I said. “Does the wax hurt?”

He inhaled slowly. “Yes. It hurts.”

“Much better.”

I didn’t slow the machine down, though.

With the wax again, I started at the base of his neck and drew a single line of liquid heat downward. His spine bowed, and as I neared his lower back, he whimpered, ass cheeks clenching and thigh muscles tensing. All his focus had to have been concentrated there, between the hot wax I was pooling at the base of his spine and the toy continuing to pound his well-fucked ass.

I dipped the ladle and moved to his shoulders. As soon as the wax hit, he grunted, every muscle in his torso tensing so hard, some of the dried wax cracked and popped off his skin.

“W-wait. The…” He tensed, pulling in a sharp breath that made my stomach clench.

“Easy, Rick.” I touched his shoulder. “Are you using your safe word?”

“N-no. The machine. Too much.”

Without hesitation, I turned the machine down and then off. “Better?”

He nodded.