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man‟s
    buttocks, massaging it in.
    “Now I‟m going to insert this fine butt plug up your arse. Would you like that,
    boy?”
    “Yes, Sir,” Conran said breathlessly.
    “Then I‟m going to paddle you, and as I paddle, the butt plug will fuck you. You
    can come when you want.”
    “Thank you, Master.”

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    Kael positioned the tip of the plug at Conran‟s anus and pushed slowly but
    surely until it was all the way in and the ring of muscle gripped the ridge of the
    plug, securing it in place. Then he picked up the paddle and braced his legs.
    “Get ready, boy. Here it comes.” Kael raised his arm before bringing it down
    heavily, landing a loud crack on Conran‟s buttocks. For the next two minutes, Kael
    landed one hard, fast, evenly timed smack after another, carefully avoiding the
    bulging ball sac. The effort it must have taken Conran to remain in place without
    stumbling forward kindled Kael‟s admiration. The man‟s hands were cuffed,
    offering no stability to his shoulders. The humbler made any but the most careful
    movements excruciating, and the paddle was a vicious wooden instrument. Yet
    Conran remained absolutely still.
    At last a long scream, steadily rising in pitch, tore from Conran‟s throat. Thick
    semen pumped from his cock and hit the floor beneath him. Kael brought the
    paddling to a slow halt and allowed Conran to recover for several minutes while he
    gathered water and a blanket and put them on the couch. Then quickly and without
    ceremony, he removed the handcuffs and the humbler before helping Conran to his
    feet. “Come on, boy.” He took him to the couch and wrapped him in a blanket before
    sitting down beside him and handing him a bottle of water.
    “You can take a lot of punishment, Stephen. I admire that.”
    “Do you, Sir?” Conran said at once, as though Kael‟s admiration was the one
    thing in life he craved.
    “I do. Drink your water. All of it.” Conran obeyed, obviously thirsty from
    sweating.
    Kael sat patiently for about ten minutes while Conran rested, allowing him to
    recover. “Get dressed, boy. I want to spend some time with Angel, and he‟ll be home
    soon. I expect to be away a couple of nights on this job.”
    When Conran was dressed at last and ready to leave, Kael put his arm around
    his shoulders as he walked him to the door. “Who would guess that inside that
    expensive suit, your arse is red and welted from my paddle.”
    “Hopefully no one,” Conran said, making Kael chuckle.
    At the door, Kael looked out to see if Mrs. Chalmers was lurking. “Careful as
    you go to the lift. There‟s a crazy neighbor woman who‟s stalking me. I may have to
    kill her.”
    “You will kill only those you are sanctioned to kill,” Conran said quietly. “If
    she‟s watching your movements, I‟ll have someone look into the situation. But she‟s
    probably just attracted to you.”
    “Everyone is.” Kael grinned.
    Conran gave him a weary smile. “I‟m glad you‟re back doing what you‟re
    supposed to be doing. We need you.”
    “My queen and my country need me,” Kael said, only half-serious.
    He heard the voice the minute he closed the door. “Is Mr. Saunders home?”

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    He listened closely to Conran‟s answer. “Yes, but I‟m afraid he‟s rather busy
    just now. It wouldn‟t be a good idea to disturb him.” Kael wondered what she would
    do if he answered the door dressed as he was.

    * * *
    Angel was starving, but he would have just a very small snack and then begin

    making dinner. When Daddy first starting teaching, he got really annoyed a couple
    of times when Angel had eaten so much before dinner that he couldn‟t eat his meal.
    He hung his blazer in the hall closet, making sure the shoulders were even on the
    hanger—just like Daddy had taught him—left his laptop in the hall, and wandered
    into the kitchen. He was looking in the fridge when he heard a voice behind him.
    “Boy.”
    “Shit!” Surprise made his heart pound, and he turned around. “Oh my God,
    Daddy, you look so fucking hot dressed like that.”
    Daddy smiled. “Get over here, boy.”
    Angel rounded the counter and came to a halt in front of him, looking up into
    Daddy‟s handsome face. His breath became short, and his cock began to struggle
    against the fabric of his underwear.
    “Drop your trousers, boy.” The order, so casually given, inflamed Angel to the
    point where he almost came. The zipper at his