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man a slave again.
    “Just that one time, Sir. Last September.” Conran spoke very quietly.
    Kael snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor. Glancing around as if a
    crowd of onlookers were straining to watch their every move, Conran got slowly to
    his hands and knees. “Let‟s have you, Stephen. Don‟t make me wait.” Kael was
    suddenly calm and patient. A willing slave always brought out the best in him.
    When he was in control of his environment, he felt tranquil.

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    Tentatively Conran crawled toward him.
    “Are you afraid someone will walk in and see you?” Kael teased.
    “Yes, Sir.” At Kael‟s feet, Conran dipped his head and kissed the toes of his
    black leather shoes.
    “What do you want me to do to you this time, boy?” Kael asked.
    “Whatever pleases you, Sir.”
    “No, that‟s not good enough. I want the details. Tell me what you want.” His
    mouth stretched into a smile. God! He loved tormenting Conran, and after the blow
    he had just delivered, the little shit deserved it.
    “Sir, would you be so good as to paddle my arse? Would you put me in
    restraints and fuck me? Please, Sir?”
    “I‟ll think about.” Kael walked out, leaving Conran on his knees.
    Outside in the chill early evening, the sky was already darkening. Angry and
    frustrated, all Kael could think about was getting home to see Angel. Despite his
    boy‟s youth, Angel was often wise beyond his years. Less than six months they had
    been together, and he was unsure quite when he had known that going home to
    Angel, sharing his day with him, listening to the boy talk about college, had become
    the most important part of his day. Like the youth he was, Angel needed constant
    reassurance and displays of affection, but he still managed so often to say exactly
    what Kael needed to hear.
    Then there were other times when Angel was so immature it drove Kael nuts.
    On his way to Vauxhall Cross Underground, a group of young women, smartly
    dressed office workers in their early twenties, headed toward him. From twenty feet
    away, they began whispering to each other while looking at him. His imposing
    height and lean, muscular frame set him apart, and with his granite jaw and
    intense blue eyes, he was a magnet for young females. Looking straight ahead, he
    avoided eye contact, thinking only of getting home to the peace and quiet of his flat
    and the anticipation of sex with Angel.
    The women passed and were a couple of feet behind him when they broke into
    wild giggles. “Nice arse as well as the rest of you,” one of them called out. “Want to
    keep us company?”
    Enraged at being treated like a piece of meat, Kael turned on them. “Go to
    hell. I‟m queer!”
    Startled and obviously intimidated by his size and booming voice, the women
    fell silent, stared at him in alarm for a few seconds, and hurried off. Kael watched
    them go, feeling like a bully. They weren‟t much older than Angel, and despite his
    boy‟s intelligence, he could behave like a kid at a moment‟s notice. He‟d say the
    same stupid things to a good-looking man if he was out with his school friends.
    Turning on his heel, Kael strode after the young women. “Wait,” he called.

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    One of them saw him coming and screamed. In another second, they were all
    screaming while attempting to run away, tottering on high stiletto heels, arms
    waving like scarecrows.
    “Stop right there please, sir.” Two uniformed constables began crossing the
    road, darting through heavy evening traffic toward him.
    “Christ!” He stood still while they approached.
    “Do you have a problem with those ladies, or were they having a problem with
    you?” The two young officers were both shorter than Kael. They stood about two feet
    back and separated about three feet from each other. Kael knew the stance. They
    were ready to take him down if he tried to run. They had no idea he could kill them
    both and flee the scene without anyone seeing him.
    “They were being stupid, so I told them off,” he said. “But I didn‟t mean to
    frighten them. I was trying to apologize.”
    The slightly taller of the two constables, a good-looking blond man with rosy
    pink cheeks and an arrogant attitude, said, “Do you do that sort of thing often, sir?”
    Still hurt and insulted about losing his teaching position, Kael‟s jaw clenched
    as his anger flared again. “I‟m reaching into my pocket for my identification.” From
    the