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nipples and genitals exposed to the cool air of the dungeon, his
cock rose again.
Daddy returned the scalpel to the shelf and came to stand beside him. Angel
met his eyes, and for a long moment, they remained locked by their gazes. No words
were needed. Their minds melded, and Angel wondered if Daddy could read his
thoughts.
I love you, Daddy. One day when I’m older, I hope you’ll be the other half of me,
but right now you are the whole of me, because I feel as if I can’t exist without your
presence. I was empty and now I’m full. I was lonely and now I’m joined to you. I
was lost and now you give me direction. I was afraid and now I’m certain of your
protection.
“Yes,” Daddy said as if he had read Angel‟s every thought. “Yes.”
Daddy‟s intense, beautiful gaze came closer and closer until he was inches
from Angel‟s face. Angel opened his mouth, and the sensuous warmth of Daddy‟s
lips closed over his. He remained completely receptive, not offering anything, just
accepting. Daddy‟s hot tongue probed his mouth, and his strong lips moved over
Angel‟s, stirring his cock to rise again. He was entirely engrossed in the mouth on
his and was caught off guard when Daddy‟s hand grasped his cock and balls
unexpectedly. Despite his tight wrappings, Angel arched his back, thrusting his
hips upward toward Daddy‟s hand. His body felt as if it were everywhere, filling the
corners of the room, and yet it seemed to have disappeared, leaving behind only his
mouth and genitals. Those two body parts filled his consciousness.
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It was as if Angel had plummeted quite suddenly back into his body when
Daddy stood up, leaving him gasping. He removed his hand from Angel‟s cock.
“Daddy,” Angel said, not wanting the moment to end. “Daddy.”
Angel‟s nipples screamed with pain, and he raised his head to look at his chest.
Daddy pinched his nipples, twisting the jeweled studs, releasing and twisting again.
His breath came short and fast.
“I‟m going to teach you something, Angel. I‟m going to teach you to hold back
your cum until you have permission. Now pay attention.”
Daddy grasped Angel‟s cock in his big, warm hand and began a slow massage
up and down the shaft. Usually Angel became aroused from being fucked or
spanked or from the things he did to Daddy. Daddy never stimulated him directly
on his cock, and after the initial surprise wore off, he quickly became very aroused.
“Tell me when you‟re close,” Daddy said.
“I‟m close,” Angel said at once.
A vise grip like a tight cock ring caught his penis at the base, squeezing. The
pressure was uncomfortable and made it impossible for him to ejaculate.
“Think of something else, Angel, anything but the feeling in your cock.”
Panting, Angel tried to think of something mundane, but his awareness of
Daddy, handsome, powerful, gripping his cock, made it hopeless. “What, Daddy?
What else can I think of when you‟re holding me like that?”
“All right. Let your mind go blank, like the moment before you fire a gun.”
That made sense. Now he understood, allowing his mind to drift. Daddy
released his cock, and it softened. “Good boy, now let‟s do that again.” Again
Daddy‟s hand closed around his shaft, rubbing, the friction hot and fast.
“Daddy!” he said in less than a minute. Again Daddy gripped the hilt, and
again Angel envisioned emptiness, letting his mind calm and grow still.
“Good boy, now let‟s do it again.” Over and over until Angel lost track of time
and wanted to scream with frustration, Daddy brought him to the edge of orgasm
and forced him to a crashing halt. It could have been as few as ten times or as many
as fifteen. He had no idea. Unable to move his hands to assist himself, he lay at
Daddy‟s mercy.
“You‟re improving, boy,” Daddy said after not having spoken for the last four
or five repetitions. You‟re taking longer to reach the edge, and I don‟t have to
squeeze you so hard.”
The words were like water to a thirsty man. Angel wanted to cry with
gratitude. “Thank you, Sir.”
Daddy gripped Angel‟s cock and began again to massage it. “This time, you can
come.”
“Oh thank you, Daddy,” he burst out. For a while he had been terrified that no
relief would be allowed him, and like a good slave, he would have accepted it. He
closed his eyes with relief and waited.
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