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.
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.
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