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
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
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