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dungeon.”
    Angel released a long, deep “aaaah” and followed him through the flat to the
    bedroom.
    “Strip and shower,” Kael ordered.
    They undressed together and showered quickly. Kael loved to be naked in the
    dungeon. He loved pressing his bare skin against a sub‟s. He loved letting his cock
    brush against a buttock or thigh.
    Angel had an erection even before Kael locked the dungeon door and put the
    key out of reach. “I have to go out of the country in the morning.” Kael lowered the
    lights, leaving it bright enough to see but soft enough to make Angel‟s sensitive eyes
    comfortable.
    Angel glanced at the dog cage and the standing cage against the wall, and Kael
    laughed. “No, sweetheart, I won‟t lock you up this time. There‟s no need. Anyway,
    you have to go to school and be a good boy. I‟ll be gone only two nights, maybe only
    one. But you must stick to your routine and be good while I‟m gone. Don‟t do
    anything you wouldn‟t do if I was here.”
    “Daddy, where are you going?” Angel asked.
    “Don‟t ask questions.”
    “Is it a job?”
    Kael raised his voice very slightly. “I said do not ask questions.”

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    Standing to attention, Angel swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”
    “Aside from the other day when you had it coming, have I ever used a paddle
    on you?” Kael took the studs in Angel‟s nipples between his fingers and thumbs and
    gently twisted them until Angel gasped.
    “No, Sir.”
    “Good, we‟ll do that today.” He watched the boy‟s cock stiffen at the casual
    assertion. A true sub always got excited when his master implied that not only did
    his boy have no choice in the matter, but that ultimately the boy would be edified by
    the experience.
    Angel‟s cheeks and neck were beginning to grow pink with anticipation. He
    dropped slowly to his knees and pressed his lips to Kael‟s feet. “Thank you, Daddy.”
    Kael‟s cock thickened and lengthened, jutting out. Angel sat back on his heels,
    looking up at it. Kael looked down into his boy‟s beautiful silver eyes. It was
    possibly those eyes, wide with fear, that had saved Angel‟s life six months ago. But
    that was only in the initial seconds after Kael first saw him. The fact that Angel
    had a strength and an intelligence that was palpably real was the next thing Kael
    had sensed about the boy. But there was no fear now—only complete acceptance
    and love and admiration in Angel‟s eyes. “What should I do to you, boy?”
    “Anything you want, Sir.”
    “That‟s what I like to hear.” Liquid warmth shot through Kael at the words.
    He was aroused both sexually and emotionally by his boy‟s trust.
    “Come.” He stretched out his arms. Angel rose and put his hands on Kael‟s
    shoulders. He jumped, wrapping his legs around Kael‟s waist. “First you‟re going to
    have an enema.”
    A spontaneous look of disappointment crossed Angel‟s face, quickly followed by
    acceptance. He knew his boy hated enemas. He knew also that Angel prided himself
    on being impeccably obedient in the dungeon. “Yes, Sir.”
    Angel got down and walked over to the metal shelf where the enema
    equipment waited. About halfway there, he visibly straightened his back and
    shoulders as if he had taken a deep breath and let acceptance wash over him. It was
    that kind of maturity that made Kael know Angel was a boy he could train and
    watch blossom into a man.
    Only a few months ago, the main thing on Kael‟s mind, aside from work, was
    to dominate and have sex with as many different subs as he could. Now every time
    he thought about sex—which was often—Angel‟s delicate face and slender body was
    the only image in his mind. Angel stopped at the sink, which stood beside the
    shower stall and toilet. He attached the long metal hose with its smooth steel nozzle
    to the tap. Kael took the nozzle and turned on the water, running it for several
    seconds until the temperature was perfect, comfortably warm. He pointed at the
    hardwood floor, and Angel dropped to his hands and knees. Kael grabbed a tube of
    K-Y from the sink and squeezed a large blob of it onto his fingertips. Bending at the

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    waist, he slapped the lubricant between Angel‟s buttocks, massaging it into his
    anus.
    “Ready, boy?”
    “Yes, Sir.” He saw Angel squeeze his eyes tightly shut, waiting.
    Kael pushed the sleek nozzle between Angel‟s buttocks and pressed it gently
    against his anus, then