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setting my alarm for midnight in order to really get it out of my system, but rejected that idea as ridiculous. I would be fine tomorrow morning.
    I wasn’t.
    I woke with the usual morning wood but couldn’t do anything about it. It didn’t really concern me, because I usually woke with a hard-on and it most often went down of its own accord if I ignored it.
    It didn’t.
    I had made an appointment after work at my favorite spa for the implicitly instructed man-scaping. Unfortunately, my erection haunted me all day in various stages of tumescence. By the time I got to my appointment I began to worry that I wouldn't be able to hide it. Luckily, I'd been coming here for years, and they had a sense of humor.
    “Jesus, Tate, you happy to see me or what?” Budgie said, removing my towel as I lay back on the table.
    “I can't help it, Budgie. It's been there all day.”
    “Oh, you poor thing…do you want me to…”
    I swatted away his wandering hands before they touched my dick. “No! Don't touch it! I'm under strict instructions to leave it alone.”
    Budgie's face betrayed confusion. “Huh? Are you kidding me?”
    I looked down at my poor aching dick and shook my head sadly. “Nope. Not kidding.”
    When he still looked confused I said, “I'm subbing for James this weekend.”
    Comprehension dawned. “James Lucas?”
    I nodded. Suddenly he looked panicked. “Honey, you should have said something when you called in. I'd have added another hour to your appointment.” He shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Mr. Lucas is very, very particular…” He covered me up again and headed for the door. “Let me see if I can get someone to cover my next appointment…”
    Oh, cripes. Now I’m in for it. Budgie’d have every single strand off me by the end of the session, except for the hair on my head. My hard-on started to wilt at the thought.
    Budgie came back looking relieved and focused. “Yep, Troy’s gonna do it.” He winked at me while he got the wax and all his implements of torture ready. “You never know what a spur of the moment blowjob will get you in the future.”
    I laughed. Budgie adored giving blowjobs. And it was something for which he had a great amount of talent. My dick started to harden again as I remembered how I’d discovered that. But as soon as the hot wax made contact with my groin it went down again. “Easy, Budgerigar. It’s been awhile…”
    He raised his eyebrows and yanked the hardening wax from my skin with practiced skill and obvious pleasure. I yelled as the ripping pain followed.
    “ Fuck! Jesus Christ!”
    He held up the wax so I could see all the hair on it. “This is your fault, sweetheart, not mine. You should’ve been in to see me three months ago.”
    My hands fisted as I tried to calm down while he applied more wax. “Budgie, I’m sorry, just please don’t do it too fast…”
    He ripped the second one off me, ignoring my howls.
    As he quickly applied more wax, he laughed. “For someone that enjoys a bit of pain, Tate, you’re remarkably sensitive.” He pulled off another strip.
    The tears rose in my eyes. I whimpered, hoping that perhaps that might work to slow him down.
    “I’ll have to give James a call and let him know how to really torture you,” he said, grinning happily.
    “You are so much more of a sadist than anyone else in this town.” I growled through clenched teeth. I held in another shout as he pulled the next strip off.
    He surveyed my nether regions appraisingly. “Oh, that's much better. You have such a pretty cock, Tate. Are you sure you don't want me to…”
    “Budgie! Just get this waxing business over with, would you? And keep your paws off my bits.”
    He put his hands on his hips, disappointed. “Roll over.”
    I hesitated. “Wait. Shouldn't we do my chest first?”
    He raised his eyebrows in astonishment. “You gonna tell an artist which part of the painting to do first? Roll over.”
    I huffed, but obeyed him. Might as well