Kinktober Day Sixteen: Waxplay

Lance - Hunk (Voltron: Legendary Defender)
waxplay / bondage / sex toys / vibrators / mild domination
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The plastic sheets crinkled as the occupant of the bed shifted, trying to get as comfortable as possible. This was easier said than one, given that his arms and legs had been bound so as to leave him spread eagle and exposed, the thick muscles unprotected from this lingering torment. Lance stared up at the candles dangling above him like a kinky sword of Damocles. He never should have challenged Hunk to get more creative!

The game was, from the outset, fairly simple. The candles would be lit, one at a time, and allowed to drip down onto his body. Sitting against Lance's erect cock was a hitachin wand, already on the low setting, causing him to wriggle. If he wanted the stimulation to continue, he had to stay right where he was, allowing the soy wax to drip onto him as it wished. If he jerked about or writhed, the wand, which also dangled from it's own string, would swing and he would loose the joyful vibrations!   
 
If he came without permission, Hunk had promised him something to make him really squirm. 

“Okay, you ready Lancy-pants?”

He looked up at the big red tea candle right above him. “Yeah. Defiantly ready!”   
 
Hunk took a lighter and clicked it on, catching the wick in the flame till it began to burn. He reached down and clicked the button, letting the first rumbles of the toy begin against his boyfriends long prick. “Alright. Show me how good you can be.” Hunk sat back against the chair, fondling himself beneath his boxers. He got a wonderful thrill out of watching Lance writhe before being fucked. Sometimes they never actually made it to actual intercourse. But it didn't matter. They never left one another unsatisfied.
 
Lances eyes were so focused on the flame that they almost crossed. He watched the matte texture of the wax slowly become glistening as it began to melt and form into a dollop. “Ok. Uh...where is this gonna hit?”

“Just wait for it. Be patient. You'll like it.” Hunk promised, his crotch becoming stiff and swollen.
 
Soy wax candles have a burning temperature of approximately 135 degrees. They cool quickly on contact and are far less likely to cause skin irritation. The further above a person the flame is kept, the more time it has to cool down a bit before it hits the skin. None of this was a comfort as Lance saw the first droplet fall. He yelped immediately and he saw Hunk jump in case he'd misjudged things. The wax landed against his nipple.

There was a blossoming of intense heat that lasted a few seconds before fading out into his skin. Lance let out the breath he'd been holding with a  low, thoroughly pleasant sigh.   
 
“You okay?”

He glanced at Hunk with languid appreciation. “Thats...intense. A good intense.” 

His lover settled back into the chair. “Okay. You tell me if it stops being a good intense.”

Lance nodded and jerked when the next few drops splattered on his dark areola, causing little pinpricks of heat over his skin. “Ouh! Ohh!” he moved up, not sure yes if he meant to embrace it or avoid it, and felt the hitachin slip away from the tip of his cock. “Ahh! Shit shit shit!” He squirmed back down, letting the hard plastic smack against the tip. 

“Easy now. If you get back into place it'll come back.” Hunk pulled down the hem, letting his cock free as he toyed with it.

Lance nodded and tried to find the right spot as q new splatter of wax dropped onto his chest. “Nuuuh! Hah! Haaaaah!” He crooned, blowing down on it as best he could, trying to cool the burn.

“Too much?”

“N-nuh-uh. No!” He began to move in slow pitching, trying to balance the wand just right so it would rub up and down his cock. “Ouh fuck yeah. HAHHA!” He jerked with a sharp wince, looking at the new blotch of red on himself. “Ha-AHHaah! HA!” 

“Shuuu. You're doing so well. You're being such a g-good boy, Lance.” Hunk panted and stood again, bringing the lighter over to the next dangling wick. 

“Ho shit. Ok. Hu-hu-hu-hu!” Lance gulped and made a strange hurking noise as the wand was clicked to another, more intense rpm. The new speed too him a moment to adjust with. Well, actually it was more like he took a moment to stop looking like he'd been slapped in the balls. It rumbled down to his pelvis, making everything quiver as the next dollops of wax dropped onto his navel. A strained eruption broke free from his lips and Lance finished off with a darling peel of a whine as he strained into it.

“I'm not sure what's more fun. Watching you flail around like this, or thinking about what you're gonna do when I peel it all off.” 

Lance started to think about the possibility. How would it be when Hunk took hold of an end and slowly pulled the wax off, taking all his tiny hairs with it. Would he be pink and sore underneath? Would it ache? Would Hunk let him cum while he did it? The wax on his nipple had piled up, leaving a translucent film over the dark bud. Lance could barely conceive of how much that was going to ache when it got pulled off! Never mind the drippings now starting to congeal on his pelvis. His treasure trail of thick brown hair was a sure victim of this new fetish. Not that he was complaining. In fact now that it came to it, he wondered how Hunk would feel about waxing him for real. Would it turn him on to remove Lance's body hair, leaving him smooth and glistening?   
 
“Where's your head?” Hunk asked, thumbing the head of his prick slowly. “Maybe this isn't enough to keep you focused.” 

Lance gulped as Hunk stood up, waiting to see if he planned of lighting another candle or turning up the wand.