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 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
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 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
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