Angel and the Assassin: Be Brave

You‟ll be responsible for locating Clement and bringing him
    back here alive. Do not kill him.”
    Kael looked across the park at the tourists and the mothers with children. A
    whole world lived happily on the surface, and underneath ran a river of sewerage in
    which young women and sometimes children were sold for sex and innocent people
    died from drugs they thought would help them.

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    Fyn Alexander

    He handed the file back to Conran. “When do I leave?” The old excitement rose
    up. Life felt right again.
    “This evening. You‟ll drive to France via the Chunnel, and once there you‟ll
    meet your backup. Actually it‟s more of a learning experience for the other operative
    than genuine backup.”
    The memory of Misha leading him on his first hit came back. He looked at
    Conran. “I work best alone, and I don‟t babysit.”
    “Think of it as a teaching job. And you do everything best alone,” Conran said.
    “Sex is always more fun with someone else,” he said. “Speaking of which. Do
    you still want a spanking from big bad Saunders?” He chuckled.
    Conran nodded, looking around. “Does Angel have to be there like last time?”
    “He‟s at college. But I told him you wanted to serve me in the dungeon again,
    and he‟s good with it.”
    “Why are you doing this for me? You don‟t need me for anything like last time.”
    “I‟m grateful to you,” Kael said. And he meant it. “You set me back on track.
    You made me realize I‟m not like ordinary men and there is a place in the world for
    a killer like me.” He stood up. “Meet me at my place at one o‟clock. If you‟re even a
    minute late, don‟t bother to knock.” He looked down at the man whose hands had
    begun to shake. Conran licked his upper lip, a gesture he always did unconsciously
    when he was nervous. “Understood?”
    Conran looked up, meeting his eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

    * * *
    “I won‟t fuck you, at least not with my cock, not now I‟ve got my boy.” Kael

    strode into the dungeon.
    Conran gazed at him in silence, his mouth dropping open. After letting him in,
    Kael had ordered him to go into the dungeon and strip. In the bedroom, Kael had
    pulled on a leather G-string and a pair of leather chaps, followed by knee-high
    leather boots with spurs. A studded leather harness and Muir cap completed the
    picture of the dominant leather master. The entire gestalt threw Conran into a
    tailspin of fear and excitement. His cock rose and spurted a thin stream of cum.
    Gasping, he knew he was in trouble and dropped to his knees to crawl toward
    Kael. “Forgive me, forgive me, Sir,” he begged.
    Feeling far more magnanimous than the last time the man was in his
    dungeon, Kael looked down at him. “I forgive you, boy. I tend to have that effect on
    a sub.”
    Conran sat back on his heels, looking up at him, clearly gauging his expression
    to see if he meant it. “Thank you, Sir.”
    From Kael‟s great height, Conran looked very small and fragile kneeling naked
    on the floor at his feet. Conran lowered his chest to the floor and wrapped his arms
    around Kael‟s feet, fervently kissing the toes of his shiny leather boots. Kael
    remained still, watching him.

    Angel and the Assassin: Be Brave

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    “Sit up and stay there.”
    Kael strode over to the shelves where he kept his supplies and instruments of
    pleasure. Enough cock rings to open a shop were laid out. He loved cock rings and
    had often worn one to keep himself in check when he was out in the clubs and to
    keep his cock hard for a long night.
    Leather was always a good choice, but metal had the weight to make a boy like
    Conran feel secure. He chose a nice thick, heavy ring and rolled it in his palm.
    Lovely . Keeping it hidden in his hand, he walked back to where Conran knelt,
    watching him intently.
    “Stand up!” Conran got up quickly. “Hands behind your head.” Conran obeyed.
    Leaning forward, Kael grabbed the small cock and drew it through the smooth, cold,
    heavy cock ring, satisfied at how snugly it sat against the hilt of the man‟s shaft.
    “Nice.” Kael smiled.
    The man stood awkwardly, breathing heavily, his cock jutting straight out.
    “Turn around,” Kael ordered and marched Conran over to a large mirror on
    the wall.
    Stunned to see himself naked with the cock ring on, Conran began to breathe
    heavily. “The mirror wasn‟t there last time.”
    “No, Stephen. It‟s another dimension I added to help my slaves enjoy
    themselves. Look at