Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

Kael, smiling widely. “We do this in the gym in
    school to warm up before basketball.”
    “We never played basketball. It was rugby, football, and tennis at College Grange.
    Come on, bend over.”
    Angel stood at the long side of the horse and bent forward with his arms stretched
    out to the sides and his head hanging over. He spread his feet to about eighteen inches
    apart. The horse was above waist-high on Angel. With the paddle in one hand and the
    condom in the other, Kael stepped up behind him. He placed the paddle and the foil
    packet on the horse where Angel could see them, knowing they would enhance his
    arousal. Kael reached between Angel’s spread thighs, rolling the boy’s balls in his hand
    before grabbing his cock. It was already stiff and sticking out.
    “Are you excited already?” he asked in a teasing voice.
    Breathing hard, Angel did not answer. His excitement was evident. Kael released
    Angel’s cock and, with both hands, began a deep massage of his buttocks. “Loosen up,
    boy. It will hurt more if you don’t. You know that.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Reverently Kael grasped the paddle in his hand and took his stance behind Angel.
    “Take long breaths, slave boy.”
    The sound of Angel’s breath was hypnotic as he inhaled deeply though his nose
    and blew out long breaths between pursed lips.
    “I’m going to count to three and then do it.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Settling the paddle in his hand, Kael began, “One, two…” He raised his arm.
    “Three!” The loud crack of the paddle was momentary, but Angel’s cry filled the air and
    went on for a long time. For just a moment, his body tensed, then released all tension.
    When the cry tapered off and stopped, Kael went around the front to hold out the
    paddle. With pain still showing in his face, Angel kissed it.
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    “Good boy. Daddy’s boy,” Kael said softly.
    After returning the paddle to its box, Kael stepped again behind Angel, who had
    not moved his position. “Don’t move, boy,” Kael said, tearing open the foil condom
    packet. He pulled the thin film of latex over his hard cock, and, just to be kind after the
    pain of the paddle, went back to fetch a tube of K-Y. He squirted a large dollop in his
    palm, and he slapped it against Angel’s anus.
    Taking the boy by the hips, Kael positioned his cock and thrust hard.
    Working slowly, he took his time. Every now and then, he reached around to
    Angel’s cock to find it hard and hot. The boy had developed good control over the last
    few months.
    Bringing his arousal to a slow peak, Kael would either have to come or slow down
    again, but he was tired from lack of sleep and all he wanted now was Angel in his arms
    in bed. Gripping Angel’s cock in his palm, he ran his hand fast back and forth over it.
    “Daddy!” Angel cried, telling him that if he kept it up, Angel would go over the edge.
    “Good boy. Do it!” he told him. With overwhelming sensations streaking through
    his body, Kael pumped harder, his pleasure soaring at the same moment that Angel’s
    warm, milky sperm spilled over his hand. Gasping for air, Kael fell over Angel’s back,
    panting hard for long moments.
    When at last he got his breath, Kael stood, looking down at Angel’s arse. “The
    bruise is starting to show.”
    “May I look at it, Daddy?’
    “Yes, go on.”
    Looking tired but sated and happy, Angel skipped to the mirror and turned to
    look over his shoulder at his buttocks. Kael got the jar of arnica salve from the shelf, and
    coming up beside Angel, he ran his hand over the welt. “Slave,” he said quietly and
    kissed the top of Angel’s head. With a dollop of cream, he massaged the welt very
    gently. “There. That will help.”
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    “I’ll clean up my mess, Daddy.” Angel got a cloth and cleaned up his shot from
    the floor.
    Kael was standing at the sink in the bathroom flossing his teeth when Angel
    joined him. Following the prescribed ritual, Angel followed suit, brushing and flossing
    meticulously. Kael went to sit naked on the chair, watching him.
    “You know, Daddy, I thought you were a bit psycho when I first came here.”
    “Because you saw me kill your stepfather?”
    “He was a piece of shit. I’m glad you killed him.” Looking at him in the mirror,
    Angel went on. “It was that everything was so perfect and this drawer was full of new
    toothbrushes in the packages and enough floss to stock a