He was suprised to see her name come up on his phone. They had hooked up a few times a year ago, but schedules prevented their fun from ever becoming a real relationship.

“Hello.” He answered. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“Hi.” She replied in a very bubbly, happy voice. “It has been a while.”

They caught up on life. Even though it was innocent small talk, hearing her voice brought back vivid images of her sexy body.

“So, the reason I’m calling,” she started sounding a bit more serious. “I want to ask you for a personal favor.”

His interest was now tempered with caution. This was not just a booty call.

“I’ve been taking classes to get my license as an esthetician.” She started explaining. He had heard that word before, but didn’t know what it meant.

“I’m currently learning how to do bikini waxing.” She continued. “For practice I’ve been giving all my girlfriends free waxing.”

The sexy imagery returned to his imagination.

“To complete the course I need to…” she paused to gather her courage. “…to wax a guy.”

Oh no, he thought to himself.

“I was hoping, since we’ve both seen each other naked, that you might be willing to let me practice on you.” She waited for him to answer. “It only takes about 20 minutes, and would be completely free. And of course, your hair will grow back. In a few months you won’t even know it happened.”

His mind was racing. This kind of favor would almost guarantee hooking up with her again, and the idea of being naked with her was very appealing. He assumed the waxing would hurt a little bit, but she promised she would take good care of him, which his dirty mind translated to a promise of more. He agreed to help her, and set an appointment for next Saturday.

He showered twice that day, once in the morning when he got up, and again in the afternoon just before the appointment. He wanted to be in perfect condition for her. He imagined all the different ways this visit could play out. He wondered if she would climb on top of him right there at the salon, or suggest they go get dinner before heading back to her place.

When he arrived she greeted him in the lobby with a simple hug, keeping things mostly professional. She thanked him again for coming and had him sign all paperwork and release forms with the receptionist. Then she led him back to one of the private rooms with a padded exam table. When they were alone she explained the procedure was only going to be in front since the backside is basically the same for men and women. Of course, if he was really enjoying it, she could continue down and around to the back. She teased him with a sly eyebrow raise. He said he would see how it goes.

It still sounded a bit awkward and embarrassing, but the fact that she was going to be touching and looking closely at his private areas was very appealing. He wondered if his dick would stay soft the entire time or embarrass him by growing.

She told him she was going to leave the room while he undressed. He needed to remove everything from the waist down, lie back on the table, and cover his lap with the towel. She would be back in a few minutes to start the procedure.

He removed his pants, underwear, shoes, and socks. It felt weird to be just wearing a shirt with all the intimate exposure about to happen, so he decided to remove his shirt too. He was pleased with his physique, and enjoyed the idea of teasing her with more skin than she asked for.

After a few minutes she knocked and opened the door.

“All ready?” she asked, entering the small room.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” He answered, both nervous and a touch excited.

The unexpected sight of his bare chest made her pause for a moment. She remembered the past times she had been on top, looking down on his naked body. It was a position she hoped to enjoy again. Then another woman walked in behind her and closed the door. He froze in panic.

“This is my teacher. She will be overseeing the procedure.”

His heart started racing. He was not expecting another person. This was not the alone time he had been imagining.

“Please try to relax.” The teacher added. “You are in good hands here.”

Being naked in a small room with two clothed women was humbling. He had only a small towel to cover himself, and he knew that was not going to last. They were definitely in charge of the situation. His confidence was fading, and he wished he had left his shirt on.

The two women took their places, one on either side of the table. His friend stirred the hot wax on a rolling cart and then put on her latex gloves.

“Ok. It’s time to begin.” She removed the towel, exposing his full naked body for all to see. The cool air on his genitals kept his penis shy. He looked up at the ceiling to avoid the embarrassment of eye contact.

“The waxing works best when the hair is all a medium length, so I’m going to start with the clippers.” She said, picking up the electric trimmer. She started at the edges of his pubic region and worked her way in. Eventually she had to lift his penis and adjust the position to access all the hair.

Being handled by her caused his penis to involuntarily twitch. The gloves felt weirdly clinical, and made the exchange very business-like. At first the teacher was focused on the action around his genitals, but then he watched her eyes wander up the length of his torso. Eventually they locked eyes. He tried to match her smile, but he could not match her confidence.

He felt the gloved hands lift his scrotum, roll his balls side to side, and pull his skin taught. The vibrations from the clippers were oddly soothing. She manipulated and stretched his skin as she ran the clippers all over.

“That looks good now.” She said, putting down the clippers. “Time for the main event.”

Her increased excitement and enthusiasm did little to calm his fears. He was fully dreading the impending pain. His friend talked as she worked, explaining what each step of the process was. She dusted some powder on him, then applied the warm wax, a cloth strip, and pressed it tight to his body with her hand.

“Ok, I’d like you to take a deep breath and then let it all out.” She instructed.

At the end of his long exhale she pulled the cloth off, ripping hundreds of hairs out of his delicate skin.

“FUCK!” He yelled, sitting up halfway before falling back on the table. He started hyperventilating to manage the hell-fire she had inflicted on him. He apologized for swearing.

“You’re not the first to say that.” The teacher offered. “It will only sting for a bit.”

He locked eyes with the teacher. He wanted to disagree with her, but knew he was in no position to argue. She smiled at him as he tried to silently process the pain. His eyes were watering, but he was fairly certain there was a hint of enjoyment on her face.

The second wax strip was applied to the other side, patted for a moment, and then pulled off with a similar level of artistic violence.

“AAAAhhh! Son of a..!” he exclaimed. The two women giggled at his struggle, and admired the amount of hair that had been removed. The wax strip was impressively fuzzy, but it was only the beginning. They had much more to do.

“You should use a tissue to wipe that up.” The teacher said. “The skin and hair needs to be dry for this to work well.”

He felt his friend lift his penis and dab the tip with a tissue, and then wipe the skin where it had been resting. That’s when he realized he had been leaking precum on himself, and the teacher was now watching his friend wipe it up. He tried to hide behind his own eye lids.

“Now, the next patch will start here.” She said pointing, “and will include the hair on the base of the shaft.”

Oh, God, he thought. Please not the shaft.

“Now, it’s best to have the skin taut when waxing.” The teacher explained to the student.

“Pass me a pair of gloves and I will show you a technique that usually helps.”

He didn’t bother to look down. He just stared up at the ceiling and listened to the teacher snap her latex gloves on, hoping this would be over soon.

He felt the teacher lift his penis, and orient it pointing up. Then she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, squeezed it a few times, and then pulled up. She relaxed it down and then pulled it up again. He felt the early sensations of blood rushing to his penis. What is she trying to do? He tried his best not to think about it, but blood flow is not an easy thing to control. The teacher repeated this motion over and over, coaxing an erection against his will. The mild pleasure he felt was overshadowed by the intense embarrassment. Given the situation, he felt certain that sexual excitement was not appropriate.

“There you go.” The teacher said, winking to the friend. “That should help.” The teacher continued to hold his erection, aiming it straight up towards the ceiling.

The friend spread the liquid wax on his lower tummy and up onto his shaft. The wax felt hot on his tummy, but very hot on his shaft. She applied the cloth and patted it, waiting for it to cool. The teacher kept tugging him slightly to maintain his firmness.

“Another deep breath.” The friend said.

RIP!

“OW! Fucking hell!” he blurted out. The hairs pulled from his shaft felt like he had been pierced by a thousand needles. His gasping for breath was ignored by the women, laughing at his inability to cope. The searing pain scared his erection away.

“This time, you try it.” The teacher said. His friend stirred the wax pot and studied his sagging manhood. She picked up his limp dick and began tugging at it. It wasn’t her first time stroking his cock, and she was quickly able to resurrect his stiffness. When she had him good and hard she wiped the next dose of hot wax on him. Like before it was half on the tummy and half on the shaft. Her stroking felt good, but he knew his growing hardon was just the lead up to another attack on his tender skin.

They continued this way for another 4 or 5 strips. Stroking him to full erection, applying wax, tugging him while it cooled, ripping it off, and then back to more stroking. It was the most painful and embarrassing masturbation he had ever received.

“Now, to the balls,” the teacher began, “We need to do smaller patches, and it is important to keep the skin pulled taut.” The teacher grabbed his scrotum and manipulated it, separating the loose skin from his balls. She tucked a couple fingers underneath and stretched his skin over them.

“See how we can create a tightly stretched area by pulling it this way? I’ll hold it for the first one. Be sure to use the smaller cloth.”

His friend spread hot wax on the stretched skin and applied the small cloth.

“This skin is more sensitive, and tends to hurt more, so we do a smaller area each time.” The teacher explained. “Otherwise we would have to tie him down first, and I left all my binder straps at home today.” The two of them laughed at the thought.

He was not happy to hear it would hurt more. And the mention of binders straps confirmed his suspicion that the teacher had a sadistic side.

“Ok, deep breath.” The friend said.

He breathed in, then out, and gripped the edges of the table tightly.

The pain was so intense he couldn’t make a sound. He was convinced they had just ripped his skin off. He fully expected there to be blood everywhere.

“Good.” The teacher said. “Now your turn.”

His friend took hold of his scrotum and began folding the skin over her fingers. It took her a couple tries but she eventually got a good hold of it and identified the target. As she applied the wax the teacher returned her hand to his penis. She wrapped her fingers around it and gently tugged. He didn’t know why she was doing that, but it did feel good. She paused the stroking for each rip of the cloth, but then resumed. With constant attention she was able to maintain a fair erection throughout the rest of the work. When his friend had finished removing all the hair from his scrotum the teacher asked for another tissue. She dabbed the tip of his penis, cleaning up more of his precum. There was no way to hide his embarrassment. He felt utterly helpless.

“To finish off, grab the tweezers and we’ll manually take care of any stubborn hairs.” The teacher set his penis down and watched as his friend picked over the area. Normally the plucking of pubic hairs would have felt horrible, but after what he had just been through it was oddly tolerable. When she was done with the plucking, she massaged some soothing lotion on his tender skin. The smooth area now glistened like jewels in a showcase.

“Ok, that looks good.” The teacher announced. “Now, roll over and we’ll tackle the back side.”

“But, I thought…” he tried to protest, thinking they only needed to do the front.

“I need to see the full procedure.” The teacher said sternly. “Now. Ass up, head down. Let’s go.”

The look on her face was suddenly serious. He could not disobey her. Also, he didn’t want to jeopardize his friend’s training. If there was any chance of them hooking up again he would need to submit to the teachers every request. He rolled over, got on his hands and knees, and then lowered his head down to the table. The teacher tapped the inside of his thighs, instructing him to open his stance. He felt powerless in this position. His most private of personal space was now spread wide and aimed up at the light.

The teacher returned to her cheerful disposition and continued the instruction. She explained putting waxing strips along each side, one down the middle and then a last one from hole to balls. He cringed at the thought of them staring at his hole. This was more demeaning than he had expected. It was like he had been reduced to a piece of livestock, and the farm hands were preparing him for breeding.

The first application of hot wax was spread along one side of his open crack. As his friend pressed the cloth into the hot wax, he felt the teacher’s gloved hand reach underneath and engulf his penis. She began a slow stroking, pulling his dangling penis straight downward, like milking a cow. It both felt good, but also wrong. There was no asking for permission or explaining why she was doing this. He just had to take it.

His friend pulled strip after strip, ripping the hair roots out of his tender flesh. The steady burning in his crack was punctuated by dollops of hot wax returning for more. His friend spent a little extra time applying the wax to his anus. His sphincter clenched in a futile attempt to escape the heat. She spent extra time pressing the cloth directly over his hole, massaging the hardening goo into his pucker. The contact and stimulation at multiple places by the two of them was sensory overload. He could not sort out the feelings of pain, pleasure, arousal, and embarrassment. The overall effect was humiliation at his exposure and predicament.

Eventually the wax and tweezing was finished, and the soothing lotion was worked into his smooth, sensitive skin.

“Very good. We are all done.” The teacher announced.“ You can hop down and get dressed now.”

The teacher and his friend peeled off their gloves, snapping them inside out, and dropped them in the trash. They dried the perspiration from their fingers with a paper towel.

The two of them watched him get dressed, tucking himself into his briefs, and then pulling up his pants. His groin felt smooth and slippery. He was hyper aware of how his cock and balls were sliding against his skin, and how his ass cheeks were squishing together. He pulled on his shirt, finally getting to cover himself. He sat down on the chair to work on his socks and shoes.

“That was well done.” The teacher said to his friend. “He was a mostly cooperative patient.” The friend smiled, happy to be one step closer to her certification.

“Not bad, for your first waxing.” The teacher said, stepping closer to him, “They will get easier over time.”

He looked up at her, puzzled by her comment.

“I expect to see you back on the schedule in 6 weeks.” She said, looking down at him.

“I, ah, wasn’t planning…” he tried to explain.

“I’m sure one of us will be available to see you.” The teacher interrupted. “Possibly both of us, if you’re lucky.” The teacher reached out and wiped up some drops from the table with her bare finger. He realized it was his precum which she had milked out of his dangling cock. She lifted it up to study the consistency in the light, then lowered her finger down to his face. She held it under his nose for him to smell, and then wiped it on his upper lip.

“Will I need to bring in my binder straps for your next appointment?” She asked sternly, towering over him.

“No, Ma’am.” He answered promptly.

She stared at him for a moment, pondering his response.

“We’ll see about that.” She said.

His friend had finished cleaning up her supplies, and the the three of them left the room. The teacher accompanied them to the lobby and oversaw the scheduling of his next appointment. When she was satisfied she turned and left them.

“Thank you.” His friend said quietly, touching his arm. “I’ll call you.” She turned and followed her teacher.

He left the salon by himself, his semi-erection sliding around in his pants. He was the very definition of sexually frustrated, and yet, uncertain of what his future held.