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crotch, so easy to lower, suddenly
    stuck in his hands.
    Usually when they went into the dungeon, they both stripped naked. Daddy
    liked being naked in the dungeon, and when the door was closed and locked, they
    were in their own world. Yet there in the kitchen, a room they used every day for
    everyday activities, the smell and look of leather took on an unreality that
    heightened the sexual element.
    The zipper finally behaved in his hands, and Angel pushed down his trousers,
    followed by his leopard-print Ergowears. “Cute little panties, boy.”
    Angel giggled nervously, his eyes never leaving Daddy‟s face. His cock stuck
    straight out. Daddy pulled a high stool away from the counter and, without
    speaking, took Angel by the arm and turned him to face the stool. With a small
    push on his shoulders to direct him, Angel bent forward at the waist until his belly
    lay on the leather top of the stool. His cheeks felt hot, partly in anticipation and
    partly at being exposed like that in the kitchen.
    “Don‟t move, boy.”
    Unable to see over the counter, Angel heard the fridge open and close, and
    Daddy came behind him again. He sucked in a breath when a lump of cold grease
    was plastered between his buttocks with Daddy‟s strong fingers. “It‟s better with
    butter,” Daddy said and laughed.
    Angel moaned softly as the thick cock began to slide in tiny increments into his
    rectum. Angel let his head drop and grasped the legs of the stool. “Oh Daddy, I
    didn‟t even know you were home and I wasn‟t expecting this.”

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    “Quiet, boy, no talking.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Angel looked to the side. The sight of Daddy‟s leather-clad legs and his leather
    boots sent a surge of pleasure rushing up his belly and down into his thighs. “Holy
    fuck,” Angel moaned as his orgasm coursed through his body unchecked. He
    slumped onto the stool, panting while Daddy gripped his hips, thrusting hard up
    Angel‟s ass. Daddy moaned out his pleasure, then stood panting behind him.
    “Get up, boy. I see you made a mess on the floor.”
    Angel struggled upright, still awash with tingling shards of sensation. Daddy
    had put his cock away and stood majestically, looking down at him. His face hot,
    Angel said, “Daddy, I just can‟t control myself. I need help.”
    “I know. And I keep promising to help you with it—which I will. Take your
    clothes off, boy, and start cooking.”
    So excited his hands shook, Angel stripped and carried his clothes to the

bedroom. For the next hour, he worked in the kitchen, and all the while, Daddy
    watched him, sitting on a kitchen chair with his booted feet crossed at the ankles
    and stretched out before him. He loved to see Daddy dressed in full leather with his
    Muir cap. Daddy usually wore the full deal only when he went out alone to the S
    and M bars. He still insisted Angel would not be allowed in and made him stay
    home and go to bed whenever he went. But he had taken him to a couple of leather
    bars that were not so strict about protocol and dress.
    They ate with Daddy sitting at the table and Angel sitting cross-legged on the
    floor at his feet. When the meal was over, Angel cleaned up the kitchen before
    following Daddy into the living room, where he found him sitting with his feet up on
    the coffee table—a thing Daddy never did. The power he exuded was too much for
    Angel, and the boy had an erection that would not go away. He found himself
    panting, his face and neck flushed rosy as he stood in front of his daddy.
    “I love you, Daddy,” he said with such spontaneity that Kael laughed.
    “Good boy.” He put his feet down and patted his lap. “Come here.”
    If he had not paused to check himself, Angel would have jumped over the
    coffee table in his haste to sit in Daddy‟s lap. But he did pause and hurried around
    it.
    The feel of cool, soft leather against his buttocks was incredibly erotic. The
    familiarity of Daddy naked and ready for him was the most wonderful sense of
    comfort and excitement, but Daddy dressed in leather when Angel was naked made
    him feel anxious and shy.
    “May I talk, Daddy?”
    “Yes, talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
    “Only to please you, Sir. I love you so much.”
    Daddy reached out and stroked Angel‟s face with one finger. “I have to go away
    on business again.” Angel knew business was a euphemism for the work he was to

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    know nothing about and could never be involved