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right, boy. We‟ll work on that.” He looked into Angel‟s eyes.
    “Conran wants to spend some time in the dungeon with me. I told him I‟d think
    about it. What do you feel about that?”

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    “I know it‟s usual for a master to have more than one slave. Do you love him,
    Daddy?”
    “No, but he‟s all right. I feel a bit sorry for him sometimes. His job‟s not easy.
    Would you like to have to try to control a man like me?”
    Angel‟s eyes opened wide as if in horror. “God, no!”
    “So are you good with me giving him a flogging now and then?”
    “Yes, Sir. In his case it would be cruel not to flog him.”
    “Good. Go to sleep now.” Angel nuzzled his face down toward Kael‟s chest and
    began to mouth the nearer nipple, licking and sucking on it. “What is it with you
    and my tits?” he asked.
    Angel looked up into his eyes, his expression slightly worried. “I don‟t know,
    Daddy. I‟m sorry.”
    “Don‟t worry about it, sweetheart. I was just wondering. We don‟t have to
    analyze everything. Go to sleep.”
    Angel continued to look at him.
    “Suck them if you want to.”
    “Daddy,” Angel said very quietly, “I love you so much.”

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    Fyn Alexander

    Chapter Four

    “It‟s so nice that you‟re taking me to school today, Daddy.”
    Angel hugged Daddy‟s arm as they walked side by side along the street from
    where they had parked the car. Sometimes he felt like an ordinary boy going to
    Redmond Independent College with his laptop hanging in a bag from his shoulder,
    though he had been disappointed to learn that he had to take GCSEs before taking
    his A levels. It meant an extra year in school and less time doing what he really
    wanted: following in the footsteps of the man he admired most in the world, to work
    for the British Secret Intelligence Service.
    “This is a really good school, isn‟t it, Daddy?”
    He knew it was. Daddy had spent ages deciding where he should go, but had
    still managed to enroll him only six weeks into the winter term last October, telling
    the headmaster that he would make certain Angel caught up. It had taken a lot of
    friendly persuasion on Daddy‟s part to get him in at all after the school found out he
    had had no formal education from the age of twelve.
    “Yes. I chose it because it‟s modeled on the kind of school I went to. Strict
    teachers and old-fashioned ideals of respect and discipline. That‟s why they make
    you wear uniforms.”
    “And they freak out if you‟re a second late for class.”
    “So don‟t be late.”
    Daddy threw his arm around Angel‟s shoulders. Angel leaned into his side and
    wrapped his arm around Daddy‟s waist. A black Bentley pulled up, and Jack got
    out, exchanged a few words with his father, and waved. They had become friends on
    Angel‟s first day of school. They kept showing up in the same classes and had gone
    from shy smiles to best friends by the end of the day.
    Instead of walking right up to Angel as he normally did, Jack looked at Daddy,
    then hurried through the gates. He waited about twenty yards inside, looking back
    nervously. “I think he‟s a bit scared of you, Daddy.”
    “I‟m not worried about what he thinks. Somebody needs to make a man of the
    little twerp or he‟ll end up like Conran.” At the gates, Daddy brushed off the
    shoulders of Angel‟s blazer with his hands and straightened his school tie before
    pulling him into a tight hug and kissing him on the forehead. “Have a good day,
    sweetheart. Work hard.”
    Angel tightened his arms around Daddy‟s waist for a moment and then
    released him. “I love you, Daddy.” Inside the school gates, he ran the last few yards

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    to Jack. He reached for Jack‟s hand, and their fingers entwined briefly. He wasn‟t
    attracted to Jack—Angel liked manly, older men—but it was so great to have
    friends and a secure life with a man he could count on. Sometimes he felt fit to burst
    with happiness. Even when Daddy disciplined him as he had last night, he knew he
    was becoming a better boy because of it.
    He turned to wave at Daddy, who stood watching him—so big and handsome
    in his dark trousers and leather jacket. Daddy waved back and strode off. Jack
    opened the door, and they headed to their first class.
    At lunchtime they sat in the cafeteria with their laptops open in front of them
    watching YouTube videos of anime yaoi boys while they ate. Jack dug