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to the leather-topped apparatus that looked like a vaulting
    horse. “Daddy throws me over it and fucks me or spanks me.” Kael could hear the
    grin in Angel‟s voice. He loved Angel‟s bright-eyed smile, but he was growing more
    and more angry with him for talking about their private life. The boys had their
    backs to him so, without a sound, he stepped inside the dungeon and came up
    behind them.
    “I wish he‟d throw me over it and fuck me silly,” Jack said, and both of them
    burst out laughing. “I‟d have him begging me, not the other way around. Begging
    for my arse.” The boy deepened his voice, supposedly imitating Kael, whom he had
    never met. “Please let me fuck you, beautiful slave boy. My cock is bursting for you.”
    Angel joined in. “My cock longs for you, and my belt wants your ass.”
    Jack swatted Angel, and Angel swatted him back as they fell onto the horse,
    their high-pitched laughter filling the dungeon. “Have you ever been fucked?” Angel
    managed to ask, wiping tears from his eyes.
    “No. Could you get your daddy to fuck me?”
    Kael said loudly, “I might be able to arrange that.”
    Both boys turned at once, shock replacing their laughter. Angel‟s cheeks
    flooded with color. He had to know he‟d made a mistake. Jack paled visibly.
    Angel slipped his hands from his pockets and joined them at his tailbone,
    automatically adopting the expected posture. He stood up straight, shoulders

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    squared, feet slightly apart, and dropped his chin while keeping his eyes on Kael‟s
    face. The other boy also stood up straight, hands at his sides, but not like a slave. It
    was the respectful posture that a boy who had attended an expensive school would
    use to a schoolmaster, just as Kael had when he was a boy.
    “Daddy…” Angel began and then faltered.
    “The slave is in charge? The master does as he‟s told?” Kael circled them.
    “What‟s your name, boy?” He already knew—Angel had told him all about Jack—
    but he was going to show them exactly who was in charge.
    Terrified yet excited, the boy looked up into Kael‟s face. His color had returned,
    and two pink spots bloomed on his cheeks. “Jack McCarron.” The laughter and
    bravado were gone.
    “Say „Sir,‟” Angel said quickly.
    “Sir,” Jack repeated.
    “Jack, you said you wanted me to throw you over the leather horse and fuck
    you silly. I‟d be happy to oblige. Are you ready now?” Kael looked sideways at Angel
    and saw the look of shock on his face. He’s jealous. That’ll teach him.
    “That was before I knew how big you were.” Jack looked Kael up and down, his
    eyes resting momentarily on Kael‟s crotch. “Anyway, I was just kidding, Sir.” Jack‟s
    voice sounded thin and high. He was growing frightened.
    “Were you indeed? What if I‟m not kidding?”
    Jack swallowed hard. “I apologize, Mr. Saunders.” He glanced at the door.
    “May I leave, Sir?”
    “I think you‟d better. You‟re way out of your league here. Go and play with the
    little kids. This lifestyle is for mature boys. I eat boys like you for breakfast.”
    Without another word, Jack hurried from the room.
    When Kael heard the front door slam, he looked at Angel.
    “Daddy,” Angel began. “I‟m sorry.”
    “Don‟t speak. Drop your pants,” Kael said. The only response to this kind of
    disrespect was swift discipline. He walked quickly to the wall where the whips and
    paddles hung on hooks, lined up, ready for use. He chose a red leather paddle, thick
    and beautifully constructed. When he looked again, Angel was watching him, his
    trousers and red bikini underpants down around his knees. His hands gripped his
    cock as though he was shy, but when Kael met his eyes, he put his hands behind his
    back again.
    “Since you and your little friend were so keen on the horse, you can get over it
    now.”
    From the long sigh that escaped Angel‟s lips and the sudden sagging of his
    shoulders, the boy knew what was coming. He walked slowly to the leather horse
    and bent over it. Kael came round behind him. “Stretch your arms out to the sides
    and put them flat on the horse.”
    Angel obeyed and waited, his buttocks squeezed tight together.

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    “Who is in charge, boy, the master or the slave?”
    “The master is in charge, Sir,” Angel said.
    “That‟s right. In this dungeon, the master is in charge; the slave minds his
    manners. And this is what happens when