Brace Yourself

Wax on, wax off

I dated a woman for a while a few years ago. She appreciated the fact that I tend to my man parts, but every time she saw me shaving by balls or around the base of my cock, she said the same thing:

“You should wax. It grows back so much more slowly, so you don’t have to do it as often, and the hair actually becomes softer and lessens over time. Eventually, you won’t have to do it at all.”

I thanked her and told her that I really wasn’t interested, that I was fine with shaving, but she persisted. She was a big fan of waxing, as you can probably tell. Anyway, one day she finally said that she wanted to wax me. I gently objected, saying that if I was going to do it, I wanted to go to a professional, but she scoffed. She had all of the materials, and she was every bit as good at it as someone in a salon. Like a fool, I agreed.

She lay me down, naked, on the island in her kitchen (the light was better there than in the bedroom). She heated the wax, took the tongue depressor thing and spread it onto my balls. It felt warm, nice, sort of sexy. I felt my cock begin to harden as I imagined the insane fuck session that we would have as soon as this exercise was over. I felt a thin strip of cloth press against my scrotum, and she pressed it firmly onto the soft skin, She then pulled my ball sac tight, grabbed the end of the cloth strip, and pulled.

I have never felt anything like that pain. The cloth came partway off, and then the elasticity of my ball sac skin took over and stretched, losing the momentum of the initial, quick tug. She moved me about 4 inches with the remainder of the pull, then quickly regrouped and pulled harder, just as I was starting my scream of pain. It caught in my throat as a fresh, more extreme bolt of pain tore through my nuts.

“Oh, god, baby, please. Stop. Ow. Oh, Ow, it hurts a lot.”

“Don’t be a baby.”

Rrrrrrrrrrrip! She got it off this time, and I curled into the fetal position.She was oblivious to my agony.

“Come on, let’s do the next section. Come on, it doesn’t hurt that bad!”

For some unknown reason, I relented. I tolerated some 30 minutes of her applying and then ripping the wax off of my ball sac. I can not tell you how many times the cloth didn’t come clean off when she pulled it (that was the worst). She did only my balls and below my cock. I drew the line at the base of my dick. I was scared that she might tear it off at the roots. I’m not kidding.

When she was done, she took a long look at her work, and her brow furrowed.

“We better just put some pressure on that to stop the oozing.”

She was talking about blood. Blood oozing from literally every square inch of my scrotum. Aloe did no good. Ice did no good. Nothing did any good. The pain was unimaginable. After a few hours, the ache went away and only the sting remained. Like a brutal rug burn on my nuts.

Needless to say, we had no sex that night. The next day, my entire scrotum was covered in scab. So I walked around with a giant, painful scab under my cock for a couple of weeks.

That was my last waxing experience. Oh, She asked to try again a few months later. She said she had figured out what had gone wrong.  So had I.

I had allowed her to wax my fucking nuts.