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like you taught me.”
    “Good lad.”
    “Dudek told me to fuck him, and I knew it was the perfect moment. He was on
    the bed on his hands and knees with his back to me. I got out the scalpel, and I was
    leaning over his back. I found the vein, and I pushed the button on the scalpel. My
    weight pushed him down even though I‟m not very heavy, but it got a bit messy. I
    got more blood on me than I should have.”
    “Never mind, boy. Practice makes perfect,” Kael said. “I‟m so proud of you.”
    Angel sighed and laid his head on Kael‟s shoulder. Kael kissed his boy‟s head. “Do
    you know what I‟ve missed while I‟ve been low on energy and recovering?”
    “Not my mouth on your cock, that‟s for sure, Daddy.” Angel giggled and kissed
    Kael‟s neck.
    “That‟s true. You have been very attentive to my cock since we got home.” Kael
    rubbed Angel‟s shoulder, incredibly happy and grateful that he was home and his
    boy was safe. “I have missed giving you a good spanking.”
    Angel sat up straight and looked into his eyes. A loud sigh erupted from his
    throat. “Daddy, I‟ve been wondering. How many boyfriends did you have before
    me?”
    “Why do you want to know?”
    “I never had a boyfriend. Of course I never wanted a boy. I wanted a man.”
    Angel grinned. “But I just wondered how many you had. You‟re so handsome I bet
    you had guys all over you.”
    “Yes, I had guys all over me,” he admitted.
    “But how many relationships did you have, Daddy?”
    Kael looked into Angel‟s beautiful eyes. “None.”
    “You must have had a boyfriend. You were thirty-two when we met,” Angel
    persisted.
    “I can‟t count how many men I‟ve had sex with. But I never had a relationship
    before you. I never lived with anyone, and I never saw a sub more than a few times.
    Most of them were one-nighters.”
    “Why did you pick me?” Angel asked. “Why me, Daddy?”

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    “You‟re special,” he said and watched a beautiful peace settle over his boy‟s
    face. “Now strip, shower, and into the dungeon with you. Let‟s do this properly.”
    Angel jumped up so quickly to obey that Kael was left sitting on the couch laughing
    as Angel legged it to the bedroom.

    * * *

    Naked, pink, and smiling from his shower, Angel walked into the dungeon and
    stopped short. “Daddy!”
    Kael had gone in ahead of him and lowered the lights to the perfect level. After
    the effect his leathers had had on Angel last time, he‟d decided to wear them again.
    A leather G-string and chaps with leather spur boots and his Muir cap always
    looked sexy and intimidating. He was standing in the middle of the room, hands on
    hips, when Angel entered. Without a word, he walked past Angel and locked the
    door, placing the key out of reach as always.
    “Stand to attention, boy.” He had decided to make this formal. No talk about
    the outside world. No mention of anything that was not in the immediate moment.
    No instruction or encouragement, just a good hard spanking. Angel obeyed, hands
    behind his back, shoulders back, and his chin slightly lowered.
    Kael strode across the room and got the straight-backed chair. Grabbing it in
    one hand, he carried it into the middle of the room and placed it with great care in
    the exact position he wanted, facing the mirror. He sat down with his knees wide
    apart.
    Angel fell to his knees and crawled toward him. He threw himself on Kael‟s
    boots, clinging to them and kissing them with more fervor than ever before. When
    he looked up at Kael, he had tears in his eyes and his chest heaved with emotion,
    but he didn‟t speak.
    “Come, boy, let me have you,” Kael said, unwilling to break the businesslike
    atmosphere by offering comfort. His boy was holding something back that needed to
    be released. Angel remained on his knees between Kael‟s thighs, his back straight,
    and dropped his chin.
    “I‟m ready, Sir.”
    “Do you want a spanking, boy?”
    Angel‟s response was loud and clear and very respectful. “Yes please, Sir.”
    “Stand.” Without being told, Angel seemed to understand that Kael wanted to
    make a formal scene of this, and he threw himself into it with immense gravity.
    Kael took him by the waist and drew him over his knees. Angel automatically
    placed his hands at his tailbone, rendering him more helpless. “Fold your arms
    farther up your back out of the way,” Kael ordered.
    Angel obeyed, folding his arms and