Page 21 of Pain Play

“Yeah, that works.” He let out a long exhale. “It seems like every aspect of the BDSM world has been thought out already.”

Phil gave him a shrug and a smile. “Maybe not everything, but quite a bit.”

Terry closed his eyes while Phil checked the cuffs to make sure they weren’t cutting off his circulation. He focused on his breathing, his nerves wreaking havoc with him as he tried to mentally prepare himself for what they were about to do.I know I love pain, this is just a new type. I think. He had no choice other than to let go and leave it all in Phil’s hands.

“Come on baby, open your eyes. You’re not blindfolded, and I want you to see exactly what I’m doing.” Phil had an expression that hinted at evil. “For this type of play, many times the anticipation is worse than the actual result.”

Terry doubted Phil was interested in his thoughts on the subject, so he kept his mouth shut.

Phil struck his lighter, bringing the flame to the wick. “Get ready.”

Before he’d had a chance to process what Phil had said, the first splash of searing wax hit his chest.

“Fuck!”

Phil raised the candle so that more wax wouldn’t fall. “One curse, and that’s it. Anymore beyond that one and you’ll be writing ‘I will not use foul language during scenes’ a hundred times. Are we clear?”

“Very clear, Master.”Doesn’t mean I can’t let loose in my head. In truth, the sharp bite of pain had only lasted a coupleseconds. He was aware of the hardened piece of wax on his skin, but it no longer burned.

“Then I’ll continue.”

Terry hissed, using all his strength not to shout out profanities that would make grown men cry, but it wasn’t easy. Each splatter from the candle would hit his skin then quickly lose its edge. Soon, his chest and belly were covered with so much wax he’d begun to feel like a candle himself.

“You seem to have taken to this quite well.” Phil blew out the candle then set it on a metal tray. He retrieved a new one that was the same as the other, then laid it down on the nightstand next to the candle they’d just used. “This one, I’m saving for something special. But before I begin with that, I need to clear my canvas.”

“Shit!” Terry arched his back off the bed, but that didn’t stop Phil from yanking another piece of hardened wax from his skin. “Fuckity fuckfuck!” The second piece had ripped out the hairs of his treasure trail.

“Hmm. Sounds to me as if someone is going to be spending their day writing standards instead of eating tiramisu.”

“Wait, what?” Terry angled his head to look at Phil. “You mean you got tiramisuandthe eclairs?”

A big grin spread across Phil’s face. “Iknewyou were digging through those containers.” With that, he gripped another large chunk of wax and tore it away.

Somehow, Terry managed to confine his response to an unrestrained shout.

“Okay, last one.” Once Phil had ripped away the final patch on his hip, he plucked the fresh candle from the tray. “I only have a couple quick spots I want to do. I have to be careful not to burn this candle down too far since I mean for it to have multiple uses.”

Nothing put Terry on edge more than when Phil would make cryptic comments. The man had a devilish imagination and never hesitated to unleash it on his poor, well-used body.

And I love every second of it.

Phil leaned over, moving closer to him as if attempting to aim the drops more precisely. Terry pulled on the cuffs as if he could prevent the first searing drop from landing on his erect nipple. He growled through clenched teeth, the sensation beyond anything he’d experienced before. The sharp burn from the hot wax seemed to settle in his balls, his cock beginning to fill in response.

“That’s it, baby. I knew you’d love it.”

The second splash hit his other nipple as he tried to twist away. But he couldn’t hide from the jolt of pain nor could he ignore how hard his prick had become.

“Just a couple more, then we’re done. These last ones are going to be spectacular.”

Terry jerked and screamed as several small drops decorated his sac, the feeling as if someone were poking him with needles.Only one spot left, I don’t think I can…

He screamed louder, kicking uselessly, his legs imprisoned by the cuffs, as three drops of hot wax landed on the end of his cock in quick succession.

Phil blew out the candle and set it alongside the first, much shorter one. “Very nicely done.” Phil let out a small groan. “I’m so fucking hard right now. But you get a reward because you took that so well for me. You get to come first, however, I have to get rid of this pesky wax first. Trust me when I tell you that in a moment, you won’t appreciate it where it is.”

“Wait. Should you try to soften that first so I—holyfuck!” Terry squeezed his eyes shut, tears streaming down the sides of his face, sweat beading at his hairline and his upper lip. He could barely process the intense pain in his dick and sac. The raw acheof his nipples was nothing compared to what his junk had just been put through.

Phil reached above his head and started to undo the cuffs.I should get a blow job out of this. He kept his thoughts to himself. He didn’t want Phil changing his mind about letting him come.