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exactly what and who Reid was.
    He rubbed his fingers along Reid’s spine. Reid’s hips rolled, but only once, the motion making Reid moan.
    He slowly ended the kiss, tugging on Reid’s lower lip. “We’ll kiss more later. It’s time to wax you smooth.” He tugged on Reid’s pubes.
    “Fine. This crazy thing has probably half plucked me bald anyway.”
    “Nope.” He tugged Reid’s little hairs again. “Not half plucked bald. Not even a quarter plucked bald.”
    “I don’t believe it.”
    “Feel for yourself.” He tugged again, then took Reid’s hand and brought it down to touch his own pubes.
    Reid’s eyes rolled, but he touched, stroking that poor, trapped, half-hard cock.
    “Keep touching, I’ll get the wax.”
    “Keep touching? Are you ill?” Reid didn’t stop, though, fingers clearly trying to ease the ache.
    “Nope, nothing wrong with me. You’re a little hot under the collar, though.” He gave Reid a grin.
    “More than a little, Walt.”
    “One more.” He rubbed his hands in glee.
    “God damn it!”
    Chuckling, AW helped Reid lie down on the bench. “Spread your legs just a bit for me. So I can do your balls too.”
    Reid’s eyes went wide, but his boy didn’t argue. Verbally.
    “I said spread your legs, baby boy.” He slapped Reid’s thigh.
    Reid spread, very slowly, his legs dangling over the edge of the bench.
    “That’s better.” AW ran his hands up along the insides of Reid’s thighs.
    Reid licked his lips, cock trying to fill.
    AW patted it gently, getting mostly the rings, but also a bit of hot flesh. “Soon. Wax first.” Checking the wax, he was pleased to see it was ready.
    “You’re going to trim first, right?” Reid just couldn’t stop pushing, he never had been able to.
    “This is waxing, not shaving. I don’t need to trim.”
    “You could just…” Reid began, but AW was already on the job.
    He laid down a stripe of the hot wax, then grabbed a piece of cloth to lay over it. Now there would be no arguments about what he could or should do. It was done. Grinning, he waggled his eyebrows.
    “Now.” And he pulled the cloth off.
    “Fuck!”
    “No cursing, boy. That’s one crop right on your hole.” God, this was fun.
    He could fuck Reid’s hole with the crop once he was done with the punishment too. He’d have to slide the plug out to wax the tiny hole, to make it sensitive. He’d take the whole thing off at that point, rub the aftercare skin cream in all over. Reid was going to love it.
    AW laid down the next strip of wax slowly, making it last. Before pulling, he slid his finger along the newly smooth skin next to the wax and cloth covered section.
    Reid’s lips opened, tongue flicking out to wet them.
    “Ready?” Smiling, AW pulled away the cloth.
    Reid grunted, teeth clacking together. Damn it. AW had been hoping for another curse word.
    On the third cloth, he didn’t give Reid any warning, just yanked it off.
    “Motherfucker! Burns!”
    “That’s two.” That made him so happy—he was hoping there’d be more cussing. Lots more.
    “Let me wax you and see if you don’t cuss.” Reid could pout when he wanted to.
    “That’s not how this works.”
    AW laid down the last line of wax along Reid’s pubes. Toes curling, Reid tensed. AW rubbed the new smooth skin again, waiting until Reid’s toes uncurled before yanking off the cloth.
    “I fucking hate you! That’s enough. Plenty.”
    “I’m counting that as swearing.” And he couldn’t wait to start on the sweet ball sac.
    He poured wax on the right one, letting the thick, hot liquid drip slowly.
    “No. No. No…” Reid shook his head over an over.
    “Oh, yes, yes, yes.” AW yanked the cloth off in one fell swoop.
    As Reid screamed, he did the underside, moving fast. Boom, boom, boom, boom. Those sweet balls were clean with minimal extra fuss.
    “Time to do your hole.”
    “You can’t. You can’t. The plug.” Reid was sweating, breathing hard.
    “I’ll take it out.” That had