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yourself. I own you. Now remain there and don‟t move.”
    The humbler was an ingenious device he had bought some time ago but had
    not yet tried out on Angel. He probably would at some point, but he wanted Angel to
    develop strength and self-assurance from his submission. He had no desire to have
    his boy crave humiliation as a way to achieve sexual release, which was what
    Conran wanted and needed. Humiliation and pain. Lots of boys wanted it, and there
    was nothing wrong with that. It was a harmless enough fetish. But it wasn‟t for his
    boy. He took the device down from the shelf.
    “Get on the floor,” Kael said.
    The words brought Conran scrambling onto his knees, his buttocks in the air,
    his shoulders on the floor.
    “Hands behind your back and sit up on your heels. Look at me. Stephen, I
    know you like to humble yourself before your master, so I am going to help you be
    especially humble today.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    As if he held the answer to all Conran‟s prayers, Kael raised the humbler in
    both hands. “This is an instrument of discipline that will make you the boy you
    want to be. One who is obedient and who knows his place in the world. Because
    right now, Stephen, these four walls are your whole world and I am the master of
    it.”
    “Yes, Sir.”

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    Getting down one knee, Kael smiled. “Come here, boy; come here and turn
    around. Politely present your arse to me.” If Conran had possessed a tail, he would
    have wagged it as he scurried on hands and knees toward his master and turned
    around.
    While Conran waited expectantly, Kael began to explain. “This simple device
    will be positioned behind your thighs. And this curved part will open and trap your
    balls behind you. Then it will be locked in place.”
    Conran swallowed, his eyes bright with excitement. “Yes, Master.”
    Kael positioned the curved wooden device behind Conran‟s thighs, just below
    the buttocks. He opened it, grabbed Conran‟s ball sac, and closed the device,
    trapping his balls and stretching them away from his body. Kael tightened the
    screws until the tension made the ball sac bulge and grow purple.
    Walking around in front of him, Kael said, “Stand up.”
    Conran attempted to rise, but it was impossible. The bar pressed into his
    thighs, dragging his testicles farther from his body. To do more than crawl forward
    very slowly was physically impossible. He was trapped, unable to move without
    ripping his balls from his body. “I can‟t,” he said after several attempts. He looked
    up into Kael‟s eyes. “Master, I cannot. Forgive me, Sir.”
    “I know you can‟t get up, boy. I just wanted to show you how helpless you are. ”
    Kael looked down at Conran, who was rigidly locked in place, unable to move
    without excruciating pain. “Do you see what I can do to you?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Now, Stephen, I have made it clear to you that I cannot fuck you because that
    is an intimacy I now reserve for Angel, the boy I love.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “I do not love you, but I must admit a grudging affection for you.” He smiled
    and reached down to pat Conran‟s sweaty head.
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    Kael moved so suddenly that Conran jumped. He screamed as pain tore
    through his scrotum. “No hasty moves, Stephen,” Kael said. He had known Conran
    would jump when he moved. The action had been carefully planned to cause the
    reaction and the pain. From the moment Conran arrived, Kael had known exactly
    what he planned to do to him.
    Conran probably weighed about ten stone, a good two stone more than Angel,
    but Kael knew he could lift him. He bent his knees and slid his arms under
    Conran‟s torso the way one would lift a dog. The screech Conran let out at finding
    himself lifted from the ground with the knowledge that even the slightest stumble
    or hesitation from Kael would cause him to fall, effectively castrating him, was
    piercing.
    With the other man‟s weight settled across his arms, Kael stood absolutely
    still. He was acutely aware that even a small mistake could cause a permanent
    injury, and that was the last thing he wanted. Conran was completely helpless and

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    utterly vulnerable. Not until he was absolutely certain that he would not waver did
    Kael begin to move. He carried Conran across the dungeon to the leather-topped
    torture table. But he did not put him down.
    “Are you afraid, Stephen?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Of