you now. That will help. I want
you to succeed, not fail through lack of support.” Kael opened the cock ring and
fastened it snugly with the metal snap around Angel‟s cock and balls, forcing them
forward, the balls straining in their red sac. The butt plug remained in place, and
the rim and gravity would keep it there.
“Speak to me, Angel,” Kael said, walking to the wall to select a paddle.
“Daddy, I‟m sorry I screwed up.”
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Fyn Alexander
“You are completely forgiven. Now be in the moment and talk to me.”
“I‟m ready to be paddled, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
Kael had four paddles, two wooden and two leather. One had flexible steel
sandwiched between two pieces of black leather. No, that would be far too harsh.
Over the months he had pushed Angel to his limit, and as his limits expanded, he
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.
Angel and the Assassin: Be Brave
51
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
you to succeed, not fail through lack of support.” Kael opened the cock ring and
fastened it snugly with the metal snap around Angel‟s cock and balls, forcing them
forward, the balls straining in their red sac. The butt plug remained in place, and
the rim and gravity would keep it there.
“Speak to me, Angel,” Kael said, walking to the wall to select a paddle.
“Daddy, I‟m sorry I screwed up.”
50
Fyn Alexander
“You are completely forgiven. Now be in the moment and talk to me.”
“I‟m ready to be paddled, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
Kael had four paddles, two wooden and two leather. One had flexible steel
sandwiched between two pieces of black leather. No, that would be far too harsh.
Over the months he had pushed Angel to his limit, and as his limits expanded, he
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.
Angel and the Assassin: Be Brave
51
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
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