The Millionaire's Mistake by Sean Michael

been his plan, after all.
    He started opening the chastity device. He worked the hex nut at the tip off, and gently removed the sound, then the cock cage and the ring at the base, letting the plug dangle. “Don’t let it fall, boy.” He knew it was heavier now with the rest of the device hanging from it.
    He tugged on the weight on the piercing ring in Reid’s cock. Reid’s legs tried to close, to keep him out.
    “What are you doing?” He removed the weight from the PA and gave Reid’s cock a slap.
    “Hey! I didn’t fuck up!”
    “I owe you six. Now it’s five.” Plus two with the crop to that needy hole. “Let’s get that plug out so I can wax.”
    “Please. It’s heavy.” Reid was finally agreeing with his plan.
    “That was the point.” AW tugged on the base of the plug but didn’t pull it right out. It was big—fat and unforgiving and he wanted to play. “Turn over.”
    When Reid groaned, he gave Reid’s pretty cock another slap.
    “Stop it!” Reid demanded.
    “So turn over.” It was simple.
    Reid turned and AW imagined the pressure coming off that bruised ass felt amazing.
    “God, you’re fucking stunning.” He ran a finger across Reid’s ass. The stripes were deep, visible. Perfect.
    He rolled the plug, then lubed that sweet hole before slowly pulling the plug out to its widest point. The he twisted it and pushed it back in. Reid’s hands wrapped around the legs of the bench, his hips rolling.
    “Oh, no, there will be no coming,” Walt warned.
    Reid groaned, wriggling on the bench.
    AW snapped his fingers over Reid’s balls. “Stay still.”
    “Sir!”
    “Good job.” He fucked Reid a few times with the plug, pleased that Reid had remembered. Then he pulled the plug back again, letting the ring rock. “No coming,” he reminded Reid, fucking Reid with the plug, hitting his gland hard.
    Reid tightened up almost going on tiptoe, groin lifting from the bench. AW pulled the plug right out, setting it in the sink.
    That sweet, pink hole begged for attention, but first, he had to get rid of all those tiny hairs, make his boy burn. He carefully wiped the slippery lube from the wrinkled little hole, then grabbed the wax back from the heating unit and began to let it drip over Reid’s hole.
    “Oh. Oh, God. Hot.”
    “Fucking hot.” AW’s cock was pushing so hard against his zipper.
    Drip. Drip. Drip. He laid down a thin layer of wax, then the cloth. Then he placed his hand on the small of Reid’s back and, rip!
    Reid’s scream made him shudder, his prick throbbing in his pants.
    “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Oh…” Reid whimpered and moaned.
    AW ran his finger over Reid’s hole. “I think you need another go with the wax.”
    “Oh, God…” Reid lifted himself from the bench.
    AW pushed down him back down. “Stay.”
    When he was sure Reid was going to obey, he picked up the wax bowl again.
    “Reach back, boy. Hold yourself open for me.”
    Reid moaned, the sound hungry, hysterical.
    “Do it now or I’ll have to get the crop out.” He knew how much Reid craved this, how much he needed it. He growled softly and, finally, Reid reached back, holding his abused ass cheeks open. “Good boy. You’ll keep them spread.”
    He started dripping the hot wax on Reid’s hole, one little drop at a time. Every drop got him a little shudder, a grunt. He blew against Reid’s hole, knowing the area where the wax was wouldn’t feel it. Reid jerked, body fucking the air.
    “Sexy fucking man.”
    “Please.”
    “Soon,” he promised.
    He poured more wax, this time placing the cloth on it before it dried so he could remove the rest of the hair. Reid pushed up, shaking his head, swallowing hard. AW ripped off the cloth, Reid screaming for him again. Those fingers, though, they didn’t move, instead holding Reid open.
    Leaning in, AW licked over Reid’s hole and the smooth, smooth skin around it. Reid took one hitching breath after another, the sounds nearly sobs. Pointing his tongue, he pushed it