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pushed it deep inside. “I had a boy some years ago who loved
    enemas.” He released the water and watched the tension leave Angel‟s long, pale
    limbs and tight, round buttocks. “He was an older boy, twenty years older than me,
    but he never questioned submitting to a top still in his twenties as I was then. I was
    very flattered to receive the trust of an experienced, mature boy like him. He taught
    me a lot.”
    Gauging Angel‟s fullness by the length of time the water had been running,
    Kael turned off the tap, removed the nozzle from Angel‟s rectum and left the hose in
    the sink. “Remember the first enema I gave you? You hated it. You cramped fairly
    quickly. Now look at you. Taking it in your stride.”
    Angel looked at him, pride on his face. “Whatever Daddy wants, I want.”
    “Get on the toilet.”
    Angel rose slowly, clenching his buttocks. He sat down on the seat, took a
    breath, and slowly released it as his bowels opened. Kael left him to clean himself
    and wandered over to the beautifully crafted kneeling bench they had bought
    together at a new shop he had found in Voho, London‟s best gay nightlife area.
    Angel had climbed on to try it out in the shop and had been dying to get on it ever
    since, but Kael had made him wait, prolonging the pleasure.
    The frame was made from dark, polished wood, and the leg rests were leather-
    topped for comfort and separated so the dom could easily access a boy‟s cock and
    balls. The bench to strap the torso onto was also leather-topped and very
    comfortable, with a chin rest to prevent the sub from hiding his face during his
    punishment. Soft leather straps were strategically placed to tie a sub down. All in
    all it was a fine addition to the dungeon.
    Angel came to stand at his side, and Kael wrapped his arm around his boy‟s
    shoulders. “Daddy, is it time to try the spanking bench?” Without even looking at
    him, Kael could hear the smile in Angel‟s voice.
    “Yes.” He looked over at the hoods that had so terrified Angel his first time in
    the dungeon. “No, not today. Get up on the bench.”
    Angel placed his knees on the leg rests and leaned his belly on the torso rest.
    “Shall I strap you down?” Kael said, but he was speaking to himself, and Angel
    knew him well enough at this point to know that. He remained silent. “Yes, I will.”
    With quick, practiced movements, Kael brought up the waist straps on either side
    and buckled them tightly across Angel‟s waist. He fastened Angel‟s ankles down
    tightly, and finally his wrists. Standing at his head, he settled Angel‟s chin into the
    chin rest, holding his head firmly. “There, that looks comfortable.” He bent to kiss
    Angel‟s forehead. “Beautiful boy.”

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    “Thank you, Sir,” Angel said.
    From the shelf Kael took a bottle of cream—plain, no scents—and began to rub
    a handful into Angel‟s buttocks. He massaged and slapped, massaged and slapped,
    each blow stinging a little more than the last. Then he began slapping hard at
    Angel‟s thighs. “This is just a warm-up. The paddle is going to hurt.”
    “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Angel‟s voice was high and thin, a sign of his
    arousal. A cock restraint would probably be a good idea to help him keep control.
    Kael went to his accessory shelves and ran his forefinger along the row of cock
    rings, deciding which one to use, and looked at his selection of neoprene butt plugs.
    Maybe a small one of those would be nice too. With every strike of the paddle, the
    butt plug would push in, in a gentle fucking motion. Kael chose a four-inch plug and
    a leather cock ring.
    “Here we go, boy.” He put the cock ring on the edge of the bench and lubricated
    the plug with K-Y before pushing it against Angel‟s anus. The sudden smooth, cold
    pressure made Angel moan out loud. His already stiff cock strained, and his balls
    seemed to swell in the thin sac that held them close to his perineum. “Keep control
    of yourself, boy. I‟m going to help you with a cock ring in a second.”
    He pushed the butt plug in slowly but relentlessly. Angel cried out, and his
    fluids hit the floor between his legs. The boy panted as the aftermath of his orgasm
    washed over him. Anger flashed through Kael. His need to control did not include
    having a sub orgasm without permission, but he acknowledged it was his own fault.
    Angel was already very aroused from being restrained; then Kael had shoved in