Boyzilian: Male Waxing Experienc in Kuala Lumpur

I’ve been toying with the idea of a boyzilian for a while now, so while in Kuala Lumpur last Sunday, I finally took a deep breath and had it done.

Depilation – The Art of Pulling Hair

For the naive, innocent and potentially virginal among us, a Brazilian Wax refers to the removal of all hair around your fun parts.

The Brazilian Wax started way back in the day when bikinis got so small, and the effort of keeping the pubes in check so much, that somebody finally said “Oh what the hell, just take it all off.”

Men, copycat pervs that we are, couldn’t have been far behind, and thus the boyzilian was born. Being the (often) hairier gender, a boyzilian is also known as the back, sack & crack.

My motivation to get a boyzilian (or bruzillian as they’re also called in South Africa), was part practical and part morbid fascination.

I’ve been relatively hairy on the front of my body below my neck (curse you bald head) for most of my adult life. Seeing parts of my usually hair-covered body without hair is simply fascinating. As for the practical part… OK fine, the practical part is irrelevant, it’s all just vanity and curiosity.

Get Naked and Prepare for Pain – And Not In a Fun Away Either

There’s various aspects to consider when getting waxed at all, never mind around your boy parts. Consideration supreme is the pain. I avoid pain as much as the next guy, especially the pain of hair ripped off my body.

The second, nearly equal, major consideration is the embarrassment factor. I’m quite a pervy collector of experiences, with added value for the ones that make me feel awkward, but to open my legs and expose my hairy genitals to the scrutiny of an unknown woman who I’m not about to have sex with, stirs as much uneasiness in me as the thought of having my mom walking in on me masturbating.

Alas, being in Kuala Lumpur over the weekend presented the opportunity to have this experience. I was staying in Bangsar, literally a short walk from Strip, a waxing salon I found out about, which happens to specialise in boyzillians. Fear be damned, it was my big chance to face and overcome awkwardness.

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Boyzilian’less at Strip Bangsar

On Saturday night I popped in to Strip, which looked more like a funky bar than a wax treatment centre, to make an appointment for Sunday. However, their specially-trained-for-boyzilian waxing therapist was unavailable. I was offered The Curve and Sunway as an alternative, and opted for The Curve. Appointment set for 12pm.

I arrived an hour early and nervous, with all my potential areas of contact shower-fresh and squeaky-clean. I popped in to Strip, just to confirm my appointment, and couldn’t help but notice that all the therapists were younger than expected. I cringed. Age comes with experience and an expectation that all have probably been seen, but the innocense of youth? Shrug.

By the time I returned from killing time over coffee, my therapist was waiting and she bounced out from behind the counter, slapped her hands together and said “Let’s start then, shall we?

We walked into one of several waxing rooms, brightly lit, clean and modern. A high-table perched on a laminated wood floor, cupboards lining the one side, part of which held the wax pots and paraphernalia. The other half, she explained, was for my clothes and personal belongings. “Boyzilian and chest-and-stomach, right?”, she confirmed. As she pointed to the cupboard she added “put your personal belongings in there and just take everything off, ok?” mater-of-factly as she disappeared behind the heavy curtain that covered the door.

I was left with a full-length mirror on the wall and as much trepidation. All I could do was get naked and look in the mirror for one last glimpse of my hairy body. Positioning myself on the bed I tried to drape the towel in a way as to at least appear modest. “Are you ready?”, she called from outside, and as I confirmed she entered, face-mask on, me lying down as per her instructions ready to start with my stomach, working up to my chest, before going down for the kill.

She chatted away, coaxing answers from me as she put me at ease and easily won my trust. Her confidence and easy going personality made me completely forget that I was about to be as physically vulnerable with her as I’ve ever been in my life with a stranger.

My stomach and chest would be cleared with soft wax, she explained, whilst the harder, less painful hard-wax was saved for my bits, the actual boyzilian. She applied two quick, warm strokes of wax just to the left of my belly-button and, without stopping her chat, applied a strip, rubbed it a few times and unceremoniously yanked it off along with all the hair it touched.

The Difference Between Pleasure and Pain Is Very Little. Supposedly.

The ripping noise echoed in my head. I didn’t scream, although I can’t lie; it hurt.

It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would though, but it hurt nevertheless. I have paid for pain before – a medical massage by a blind therapist when I was in China – which was the closest that I’ve ever come to what I can imagine dying a horrible death would feel like – so I have a bar for pain against which I could measure this experience. Yank No.1 wasn’t yet halfway there.

What’s your name”, I asked her. “Elaine”, she replied. “Hi, Elaine, it’s nice to know the name of the person who tortures me”. She laughed as I told her the story of the blind man, but she only paused for a moment before continuing. I looked at the pinkish-red bare patch of skin on the side of my hairy stomach and liked it, lied back and prepared for more. Expertly and quickly, always diverting my attention by keeping the conversation going, she proceeded to clear my stomach, matching on scale the rate at which the Brazilian (pun) rain forest is being cleared.

Apply wax.  Wait a second.  Apply wax strip.  Rub it.  Rip it.  Repeat.

Before very long my stomach laid bare below my still overgrown chest. Like freshly slaughtered pig ready for the spit, my belly glowed bright red under the glare of the light. “Right,” said Elaine as she dabbed the last few stray hairs on my stomach, “many say the chest is the worst part of the entire experience.

I tried not to anticipate anything more intense than what I’ve had up till this point. Best to avoid any mental exaggeration of what might not be that bad at all.

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In Which Direction Do Chest Hair Grow? Ah, Therein Lies The Problem.

Swish, swish, and Elaine had applied two strips of hot wax, one of which covered my nipple. Rub, rub, as the strip went on. She lifted the corner ready to pull. I braced as I heard the sound of wax strip separating hair from tender skin.

And then I felt it too.

The pain meter shot up deep into the red. I could hear the Blind Therapist laughing all the way from China. It hurt. It smarted. It wasn’t letting up.

Elaine paused and, as a statement more than question, she said “Pain”. I groaned, teeth clenched, trying to imagine which way the border of pleasure is and how I could get there quickly. Her eyes showed sympathy and she paused, but I said with a smile mutilated by the stinging pain: “there’s nothing you can do for me Elaine, it has to be done”.

She laughed. “Once I did a hairy guy”, she said, trying as ever to divert my attention from the smarting patch of hairless skin around nipple, “and when I did this part he shot up and grabbed his nipple screaming ‘is it still there!?’, and that’s how painful I know it can be.”

I believed her. Only the fact that I didn’t see blood spurting from a nipple-sized hole in my chest assured me that my nipple was, in fact, still attached. The smarting partly subsided and Elaine continued. With my stomach almost forgotten, my attention was now fully focused on the continued torture of my chest. Each strip was as excruciating as the last, the pain from my stomach-area paled in comparison to the fire that was raging on my chest, scorching embers added with every rip.

I clenched my jaw and didn’t make a peep. I’m a man. Men don’t scream… while they’re getting a wax.

Semi-lucid with agony I heard Elaine say, “Ok, last one”, and after a final sting she was done. I looked down, didn’t think it was possible, but my chest radiated even redder than my stomach. And it smarted. Hard.

My Fun Bits Have Never Been This Much Un-fun

The pain on my chest, not unlike that of being slapped repeatedly with a flat, wet hand, was instantly diluted as Elaine ever-so-lightly adjusted the towel over my crotch, as if to remind me where the boyzilian would take her wax next. “For this part”, she said as she prepared the next pot, “we’ll be using the hard wax. No strips, just wax”. The hard wax is said to be less painful. I’m not sure why, but it’s applied as hot, liquid wax, which instantly solidifies and is then just pulled off, not with a wax strip, just as it is.

Elaine grabbed the lower side of the towel and unceremoniously moved it up to my stomach. There it was, the moment I dreaded. Exposed, naked, a young woman, not a medical practitioner, not a sexual partner, standing there, looking down on my manhood thinking god-knows what. I sighed and said to myself, it is what it is, no use agonizing over it.

The hair might be a bit short”, said Elaine, not letting on that she had observed anything other than those pesky hairs, “but it should be ok”. She lightly tapped my thigh to indicate direction and said “Open your leg a bit”.

As if I wasn’t feeling violated enough.

I opened just one leg, which was less, but not by much, intrusive than opening both. Without skipping a beat she started the boyzilian by applying the wax. It’s hot, but it doesn’t burn, in fact, in the air-conditioned room it actually felt quite pleasant. “It shouldn’t hurt too much”, she said as she grabbed hold of one end of the wax whilst pushing down on my groin with her other hand.

A quick rip later and my first patch of highly sensitive area was bare. She was right, it hurt less than my chest or stomach did, in fact, with my chest still smarting, the little yanks of pain coming from my genital area were a welcome distraction, if not a little pleasant. My god, I thought, what if I got aroused? Thankfully, this kind of pain does nothing for me, so that scenario was avoided.

Meanwhile Elaine expertly worked her way along the hairy bits, swiftly extracting hair from what I would consider impossible places. There was contact, sure, but she handled my anatomy just enough to do what she needed, to get the wax on and off. Her professionalism never wavered and she continued her chatting as if she didn’t at all have my genitals in her hands rubbing wax all over it. 10 minutes later she said “Almost done, now just the back”.

Ten Minutes in the Boyzilian Valley

Again, dread besieged me. Elaine was about to witness my butt crack. In my life, not many people have witnessed my butt crack, it is, contrary to urban legend, not exhibited all that often. Bum cheeks, maybe, butt crack, no.

By now it was clear that Elaine is quite the consummate professional, and turning on my stomach I found myself relieved to remove my privates from her sight even as I showed her my least shiny side.

Put your legs here”, she said as she tapped on the back of my knees and then on the bed, a position that had me open my legs just a little. Gloved fingers gently pulled cheeks apart, for a little room to move you see, and in a few brisk strokes the wax was applied. Swiftly, and surprisingly without any pain whatsoever, the undergrowth was cleared from the valley.

Whether she was just such a boyzilian expert, or whether my mind blanked out the embarrassing experience, I now cannot say, but I couldn’t feel the details of which part she was working on. As the quickest section of the entire adventure, she was done in what felt like 5 minutes and asked me to turn back over.

A quick rub of soothing oil on all the waxed areas tied up the treatment, and an hour after I walked into Strip at The Curve, I was smooth from chest to… erm, coccyx.

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All Boyzilian’d Out

Ok, all done. Thank you”, she said as she dropped her gloves in the bin and headed for the door. “No, no, Elaine”, I said as I sat upright returning the towel, together with my modesty, to a more suitable position, even managing a coy smile, “thank you”.

And with that she disappeared behind the curtain again, leaving me to get dressed. Of course, the first thing I did was get up to look at my new, hairless self in the mirror. All my hairy bits were clear, skin that I haven’t seen in decades bare and exposed without any cover, areas clearly highlighted by the deep red glow of freshly waxed skin.

All that remained was to settle my boyzilian bill, where I saw Elaine again one more time to say goodbye. “We hope to see you again soon,” said the cashier as I walked away, “you certainly will”, I said, this time managing a big ol’ smile.

Published by Yaku

Yaku is a brewer, baker, and semi-retired trouble maker (semi-retired from trouble-making that is). Although he believes anything is possible, he is nevertheless frequently stupefied by his world and the people in it.

30 thoughts on “Boyzilian: Male Waxing Experienc in Kuala Lumpur

  1. Hello, 1Earth,
    What advice do you have for giving a tip to the waxer? Reminds me of my first full-body wax. No towel, though. Thanks for sharing your experience.

  2. Goshhhh! Tq dude!
    I always looking for any experience brazilian sharing from a man!

    Haih. Still afraid doing it. Cabut plaster also sudah jerit

  3. I'm thinking of getting this done but being a bit of an exhibitionist am relishing the idea of a stranger handling my junk. I also understand from reading elsewhere that having an erection makes it easier for the person to do the job–the skin being stretched out more. Can't wait.

  4. Hey mate.

    I realize that this a really old post, but I was hoping if I could trouble you with a couple of questions.
    Did the pain/tenderness linger after the waxing (on the privates I mean, and if so, for how long), and did it interfere with your 'regular' activities?
    Thank you so much.
    Cheers.

    1. Howzit Curious Noob

      The pain pretty much stops when the waxing does and all that remains is a little sensitivity, which you won't even notice 10 minutes later (provided your clothing doesn't chafe you).

      The therapist will caution you against swimming and hot showers (cold showers are fine) for 2 days after the wax, but after that all is right as rain.

      As for regular activities… trust me, you would want to go for a test drive immediately – the waxing does not interfere at all 😉

      1. I appreciate you taking the time to respond, mate.
        And I must say, after reading this, I am raring to give it a go!
        Once again, thank you.

        Take it easy, buddy.

      2. ps: This is Curious Noob, but I no longer see an option to use the same alias. Oh well. Cheers

      3. No worries mate, you will have a memorable experience, for sure!

        Not exactly sure how the alias thing works for you – but maybe something to do with using different email addresses? If you create an account at IntenseDebate you can always use the same persona to comment.

        Check back when you're 'done' and let me know how it went 🙂

  5. hi 1Earth,
    i just went to Strip Bangsar did my 1st boyzillian.
    Pain like hell! But the pain was reduced by the cute therapist. haha..
    I cannot imagine how if the therapist is male..confirm very2 pain..

    during wax, i said to myself that this will be my first and last time since i feel very2 pain.
    Maybe because i'm hairy guy. But after the hair remove, i feel nice and comfort.

    Plan to do again next month 🙂

    However, until now, how much time you did the boyzillian?
    Is the hair that growth again much smooth and soft?

    1. Nibiru, since writing this article I've had it done maybe 5 or 6 times (only ever to do it with Elaine when I'm in KL, which is once or twice a year).

      It grows back about the same, although after the last few times I did realise it seems less.

  6. oh my. Hi 1Earth, for how long it will be last after you done it? Need to re-do again after few weeks? Feel wanna try it, but as like you said, quite embrassing to get naked and expose to ppl unknown.

    1. I guess how long it lasts depends on how hairy you are. Me? I'm quite hairy, so I usually see the first hairs re-sprout after a week. But it's good for at least a month, I reckon.

  7. I am slowly reading up all that you have written but this has got to be the funniest so far. LOL.

      1. 1earth, on more, how long time it took to completed the waxing for the private part?

    1. Depends on what you want. Bikini area, crack, cheeks, chest, stomach, back – they're all different prices. Give them a call and find out.

  8. Ha ha. Lekker story. Nice to see saffies overseas still having fun.

    I also tried waxing recently tried waxing here in Cape Town after complaints ffom the lady. There's a place called Glasshouse that does all sorts of men's stuff which I found on Google.

    I could almost swear the chick who did my wax was called Elaine too.

    Anyway… just wanted to say… :p

  9. So when is the show and tell session at The Loft please? I'm selling tickets for that too:))

  10. Excellent, but don't think that I could get myself to do that!

    But I love your article

    Awesome!

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