Wax Play

Marcus had a thing for wax.

Not just any wax — the kind that burned hot enough to leave marks, but not hot enough to actually damage skin. He loved watching the way Elias’s body reacted to the heat, the way he squirmed and moaned as the wax dripped onto his most sensitive areas.

Tonight, Elias was tied spread-eagle to the bed. Thick leather cuffs held his wrists and ankles. A blindfold covered his eyes. Marcus had already spent twenty minutes teasing him with ice — running cubes over his chest, his nipples, his cock, and pushing them inside his hole until Elias was shaking and begging.

Now it was time for wax.

Marcus lit a candle and held it above Elias’s chest. The first drop landed on Elias’s left nipple. Elias gasped at the sudden heat. Marcus dripped more wax across his chest in a slow, deliberate pattern, watching the red wax harden against Elias’s pale skin.

He moved lower.

Hot wax dripped onto Elias’s cock and balls. Elias moaned and pulled against the restraints. Marcus took his time, covering Elias’s cock in a thin layer of wax while Elias trembled and whimpered.

When Marcus was satisfied, he set the candle aside and picked up a small knife.

Elias tensed.

“Relax,” Marcus murmured. “I’m just going to clean you up.”

He used the flat of the knife to carefully peel the wax off Elias’s skin. Every time the knife scraped over a sensitive spot, Elias gasped. Marcus took his time, savoring every reaction.

When Elias’s cock was finally clean, Marcus wrapped a hand around it and stroked him slowly.

“You did so well for me,” he praised. “Taking the wax so beautifully.”

He slicked his cock and pushed inside Elias’s hole in one smooth thrust. Elias moaned at the sudden stretch. Marcus fucked him with deep, steady strokes while he continued to stroke Elias’s cock.

When Elias finally came, it was with a broken cry, his cock pulsing in Marcus’s hand. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick ropes of cum.

He stayed inside him for a long moment, breathing hard.

Then he gently pulled out and started cleaning Elias up with a warm cloth.

Elias lay there trembling, completely blissed out.

Marcus kissed his forehead.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered. “Absolutely perfect.”

Elias smiled sleepily.

“Thank you, Sir,” he murmured.

Marcus kissed him again.

“Anytime, baby. Anytime.”