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“Excellent.”
Carter's pretty blue eyes widen as the candle is brought closer to his chest, his smile disappearing. He sucks in a gasp when he realizes, "You're gonna put it on my nipples?"
The only response Travis gives him is a soft, "Mmm," before he shifts his wrist and allows wax to slowly drip off the candle. Carter hisses when the first drop hits in the center of his chest, but he looks relieved it wasn't on his nipples like he thought. He even relaxes into the mattress as a second drop lands nearby. Silly boy.
Travis lets him adjust to the feel of hot wax on his body for a few more seconds, bringing the candle lower so the drops have more heat to them. When he has his boy gasping and shivering, he takes him by surprise by bringing his hand over and letting the next drop fall right on his left nipple.
A loud cry falls from Carter's lips, his arms jerking in their restraints. Travis returns to dripping over the center of his chest again with a smirk. "Sensitive, sweetheart?"
Carter shudders. "Y-yes, sir."
"You'll take it though, won't you?" He tilts his head, knowing he's not playing fair at all. "For me?"
"Yes, sir," the boy whispers, his whole body tense as he waits for more pain.
Travis draws it out, dripping wax down his stomach instead. He waits until the boy is starting to relax into the mattress again. Then he quickly brings the candle up and drips wax over his right nipple.
"Ahh!" Carter shouts, his body bucking.
Travis presses a hand to his hip to keep him in place as he hushes him. "Not too loud. You don't want everyone to hear, do you?"
"That hurts," Carter says in response. His eyes are watering as he tries to glare at Travis. "No more on my nipples. Please."
"Okay." Travis brings the candle back down, painting Carter's stomach in splashes of white. He can tell Carter is holding his breath, not trusting him. He looks up to meet his eyes and gives him a smile. "I'll leave your nipples alone, sweetheart. No big deal."
Still looking unsure, Carter slowly nods. A few more seconds though and then he's relaxing on the bed again, letting himself enjoy the little licks of pain Travis rains down on him.
He's caught completely by surprise when Travis moves the candle to drip wax on his hard cock. He screams then, his hips coming right off the bed. Travis grins. He knows it didn't hurt that much. It fucking hurt, yes, but his boy was surprised more than anything. Still, it's adorable when Carter turns a glare of betrayal on him. "Sir."
"What?" Travis tilts the candle again, watching Carter grits his teeth and bears it as hot wax coats his still hard cock. A few drops even hit his balls, making his whole body tense and jerk. "We agreed no nipples."
"This is worse," the boy says with a pout. “Y-you can do my nipples again if you want.”
Travis runs a finger down the wax-splattered cock, the cool temperature of his skin making Carter gasp and squirm. "You complain, but this needy cock of yours is still pretty hard, sweetheart. You sure you don't like this?"
"I - I-" the boy stutters, his cheeks pink.
"I think you like it." Travis starts to tilt the candle again, wax having built up. He moves his hand at the very last second, a few drops landing on Carter's stomach before he lets the rest fall across Carter's nipples. Carter arches his back, his mouth falling open. Travis sticks two fingers between his lips as a shout tries to come through, the sound vibrating along his skin before coming out muffled when it reaches the open air.
"None of that," he chides. "No one wants to hear a little slut complain about things that make their cocks hard."
Carter gives him what can only be described as a bitchy look and says around his fingers, "M no'a'lut."
"Yes, you are. You're my slut." Travis pulls his fingers back just so he can rub spit across Carter's pretty pink lips. "My good little slut who takes my cock so well and lets me hurt him so good."
Carter's face goes pink, but his cock bobs in the air and his hips twitch, fresh precum dripping onto his waxy stomach.
"Do you like being sir's good little slut?" Travis asks with a curious tilt of his head. He fights a smile, not wanting to ruin his innocent act for the question.
"Y-yes, sir."
"Say it, then. Tell me."
The pink on his face deepens to red. "Sir…"
"Say, I love being sir's good little slut."
With a shuddery breath, the boy whispers, "I love being sir's good little slut."
