would push him further, but he was always careful with a new instrument or
technique. He took the dark red leather paddle he had used on him.
Standing behind his boy, Kael grabbed Angel"s buttocks in one hand and
massaged deeply. Angel began to pant. “Give me a word, boy.”
“Green,” Angel said with complete sureness. “Thank you, Sir.”
Taking his stance, feet apart, knees slightly bent, Kael raised the paddle and
landed a firm, light spank across both of Angel"s buttocks. He followed it with
another and another, each fractionally harder than the last. “Give me a word,” he
said as the speed and power of the strokes increased.
“Green, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” Without missing a stroke, Kael worked harder and faster. His cock
swelled, the veins throbbing down the length of the shaft. He kept the paddle
focused on Angel"s buttocks, which were perfectly warmed up and receiving the
blows with excellent resilience. It took several minutes of hard spanking just to
raise welts. “Keep your breathing even,” he instructed.
Without pausing, Kael scanned Angel"s body and found him completely at
ease, resting with no strain, no tension as he absorbed the blows. The sound of the
paddle making contact with the beautiful buttocks filled his consciousness. Angel"s
slender body, so fair, contrasting with his scarlet buttocks, made Kael"s juice start
to flow. Precum oozed from the swollen, red tip of his cock. He was almost ready to
fuck his boy.
Angel lifted his chin up out of the chin rest, arching his back slightly. The
slender muscles in his thighs began to tense, and Kael knew it was not the pain of
the paddle but a desperate need to orgasm, foiled by the cock ring that arrested
Angel"s body.
Yet he continued to paddle, on and on, the sound filling the dungeon, filling his
consciousness. Angel"s hard panting became long-drawn-out moans. Kael"s boy was
becoming a man before his eyes, and his ability to take pain and keep his mental
integrity was astounding for a boy of his age.
Unable to wait any longer to be joined with his beautiful boy, Kael brought the
paddling slowly and carefully to a halt and stood catching his breath and
equilibrium. The motion of wielding the paddle took over his whole body, setting it
swaying so that if he stopped abruptly, he could lose his balance from the
suddenness of it. When he could move, he walked slowly to the wall to return the
paddle.
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From the shelf, Kael took a box of Trojans and removed one from the sachet.
His cock felt ready to burst as he rolled on the translucent film. Returning to Angel,
he grasped the butt plug and pulled it out. He dropped it on the floor and was about
to straddle his boy when the urge to fist the beautiful puckered anus overtook him.
Quickly he retrieved the K-Y and squirted it all over his hand. Gathering his fingers
into a point, he breached the entrance to Angel"s rectum and began to push.
“Oh Daddy, oh Daddy,” Angel moaned.
The paddling had relaxed Angel"s body to the point where there was no
resistance, and Kael was able to push his hand in very slowly but deliberately,
without pausing, right up to the wrist. Long, openmouthed breaths ending in a
high, soft, flutelike tone escaped Angel"s throat. “Give me a word, boy.”
“Green, Daddy.” Angel sang out the words.
The perfection of the moment entranced Kael to the point where he remained
perfectly still, absorbing the beauty of his boy, the power of his own body, and the
sacred space the dungeon became when two men sought to make a world apart from
the ordinary for their consummation.
Instead of going in deeper, Kael withdrew his hand, then straddled Angel, his
long legs making it an easy maneuver. He gripped the sides of the bench for support
and positioned his cock. “I have to fuck you. I need to be inside you.” His voice was
strained with the pressure of holding his orgasm back.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” Angel said quietly. “Please fuck me.”
Kael thrust hard, ramming his cock in up to the hilt. With strong, hard
movements, he fucked, his buttocks tight, the power in his muscular thighs driving
his cock unrelentingly into Angel"s arse. Streaks of burning-hot pleasure soared up
his cock and into his belly while his buttocks and thighs felt the creeping promise of
orgasm. Wanting the deepest possible intimacy with his boy, Kael lowered his chest
until his skin touched Angel"s hot, damp back. His head was side by side with
Angel"s, like a jockey on a racehorse, and their breathing came into unison. Without
even a moment"s pause in his rhythm, Kael reached a long arm behind and between
Angel"s thighs, releasing his cock from its restraint. “Come when I come, boy,” he
said. “Now!”
Kael"s orgasm ripped through his groin. His cock felt like a bolt of lightning as
he fired his cum into the condom. The cry that erupted from his throat sounded like
a wild animal, and it was joined by Angel"s quieter but equally powerful cry.
Wringing the last morsel of pleasure from his cock, Kael pumped hard and furious
for another minute before all but collapsing onto Angel"s back. In unison their
hearts beat fast and their limbs released all their tension. Neither could move as
their hearts slowed and their breathing gradually became even.
When Kael"s legs stopped quivering, he rose slowly and carefully and removed
his condom. After disposing of it, he got a wet cloth and wiped Angel"s backside to
remove any residue from the condom and the K-Y. Angel lay completely at peace,
still restrained, allowing himself to be cared for. He sighed with happiness while
Kael rubbed arnica into his buttocks to help his welts heal. “Daddy, that feels so
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good.” Kael draped a blanket over his back so that he wouldn"t get chilled as the
sweat cooled on his body. Deciding not to release the boy just yet, Kael took a low,
leather-topped stool and sat in front of Angel, stroking the boy"s hair, which was
damp with sweat.
“How was it, boy? The paddling?”
“That was a tough pain, Daddy, but it was good. I feel stronger now.”
“You are strong. You are my strong, brave boy. Talk to me.”
Gazing into Kael"s eyes, Angel was quiet as if formulating a question or getting
his thoughts into a coherent train after the immediacy of his pain and pleasure.
“Daddy, I"ve been reading a lot on the Internet about slaves, and some guys are
really into humiliation. Do you ever do that?”
Kael nodded. “When a boy has requested it. Before I met you, I would bring
slaves home and we would talk before we did anything. The slave would tell me
what he wanted, and I would tell him what I was willing to do and what I wanted to
do. I am always open to stretching my limits and the boy"s. I like to make a slave
happy. One boy, he was in his forties, wanted me to do a prisoner-style torture
scene and nearly drown him. With my training, I was perfectly equipped to do that
and keep him safe. He could have died in someone else"s hands. You must never go
beyond your limits.”
“Did you do it, Daddy?”
“Yes, I did it with pleasure. It was very erotic. His trust aroused me.” Kael
smiled. “There was a boy I saw a few times who liked to be humiliated. Especially in
public places.”
“Daddy, you do that to Mr. Conran.”
Kael laughed. “Conran doesn"t know what the fuck he wants. He"s happy with
whatever I do even if he says he"s not. But this was different. This boy"s kink was
being called demeaning names and being punished for minor infractions, especially
in public. One time I beat his bare arse in a crowded bar and made him kneel on the
ground afterward with his red arse in the air. He had a hard-on for a week. He
worshipped me.”
“Sir, would you do that to me?” Angel asked.
“No, I wouldn"t.”
“Say I wanted you to, Daddy.”
“Even then I would not do it, and I"ll tell you why. I want you to be strong. I
want to build you up, not tear you down. You"ve had enough mean names said to
you by your stepfather. I"ll never do that, not even for a turn-on. Anyway, it would
most definitely not turn me on. I get excited seeing you strong.” Tears glazed
Angel"s eyes. With his fingertips, Kael wiped them away. “That"s why I made Jack
leave before I punished you that day. So you wouldn"t be embarrassed. He probably
wonders what you see in me.”
“No, Sir. He"s just scared of you. He still thinks you"re really hot.”
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“I am hot,” Kael said, and Angel"s ringing laughter rewarded him. He watched
his boy"s lovely body quiver as laughter shook him, and he joined in. “Why is that so
funny? Are you saying I"m not hot, boy?”
Angel"s laughter quieted, and he spoke with deep sincerity. “You are smokin",
Daddy. I love you.”
“You"re smokin" too, boy.” Leaning forward, Kael kissed Angel long and gently
on the mouth. “I"m going to unfasten you, but don"t move. I"ll help you up slowly to
make sure you keep your balance.” When Angel was free, Kael lifted him to his feet.
His boy immediately wrapped his arms around Kael"s waist, resting his head on his
chest. “Good boy, good boy. How do you feel?”
“Daddy, I feel great.”
Running his hand over Angel"s buttocks, Kael felt the welts rising. “You are
definitely going to have a hard time sitting down tomorrow.”
Angel tilted his chin to look up into Kael"s eyes, a confident and satisfied smile
on his face. “Daddy, sometimes I feel like I can do anything. You make me feel so
strong.”
Pride and a fierce desire to protect his boy swamped Kael"s emotions. “You can
do anything, just not all at once, boy. You have to grow and mature slowly.”
“Daddy, I want to do the work you do.”
“I don"t do that anymore. I"m a teacher now.” Angel"s beautiful steady eyes
remained on his, questioning. “I"m still teaching, just not languages.”
“What exactly do you teach in your afternoon classes, Daddy?”
“Survival skills, like we did at the castle. All the same stuff I teach you. But
you get one-to-one, dedicated instruction. You"re lucky.” He grabbed Angel"s chin
and wagged it gently.
“I know that, Daddy. I also know what you"re leaving for in the morning. I
knew you"d go back to it.”
A creeping anger confused Kael for a moment. “Why"s that?” Angel had
moments of amazing wisdom, but Kael was still the boss in the relationship.
“Daddy, it"s not just what you do. It"s who you are.”
“Is it?” His boy"s gaze remained unwaveringly on his. He leaned down into
Angel"s face. “Sometimes you even look like Yoda.” A grin cracked Angel"s face. “Go
and get the bloody dinner out. I"m starved.”
“You have to let me out first,” Angel said, still grinning.
Kael unlocked the door and watched his boy"s elegant walk as he headed naked
toward the kitchen.
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Chapter Six
Buenos Aires, Argentina
The Aeropuerto Internacional de Ezeiza Ministro Pistarini was jammed with
people. Kael"s height was sometimes a problem in that it made him stand out, but it
was handy in crowds. Without seeming to look about, he scanned the arrivals
lounge and knew before he was approached that the small, thin man, looking like
an ordinary taxi driver, was there for him.
“Señor, I am here to pick up Alberto Rivera,” the man said.
“My name is Alberto Ramirez. Will you take me instead?”
“Follow me.”
The code exchange was perfect. The taxi driver was his contact. The flight had
taken thirteen hours, and with the time difference, Kael had landed at around six
p.m.
“They told me you were big and would wear black.” His contact spoke in
Spanish. On a job Kael always dressed in smart, black trousers and a black jacket, a
black crew-neck shirt, and black leather shoes with leather soles. He replied in
perfect Spanish, “They were right.”
It was a little after seven p.m. when the taxi stopped outside the Four Seasons
hotel on Posadas. The hotel consisted of an old-fashioned mansion house and, a
short distance away across the swimming pool, a modern tower. The driver stopped
outside an innocuous back door of the tower that Kael already knew led to the
kitchens and storerooms. “Thirty minutes,” the driver said.
Kael exited without a word and entered the hotel. He had studied the
instructions and layout thoroughly before destroying the papers. He emerged from
the service passage into the emergency stairs and began to run. His target was on
the tenth floor, and the workout would do him good after the long flight and the taxi
ride. On the tenth floor, with his breathing and heart rate normalizing, Kael stood