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gently, then sucking hard. Daddy moaned
    from deep down, and Angel felt Daddy‟s cock rise until it stabbed his lower belly.
    “All right, boy, I know what you‟ll like.” He pointed at the hoods. “Pick one,
    your choice.”
    The hoods no longer looked scary, but exciting. The one Angel had worn the
    first time, which left the mouth and nose free, was the first one he picked up. The
    soft leather melted in his hands while he looked at the next, which covered the head
    closely with nose, mouth, and eye openings that had snap covers to enclose the head
    completely. The third hood laced tightly into place over the head with no openings.
    “This one, Daddy.” Angel chose the hood he had worn the first time. Daddy
    took it and pulled it over Angel‟s head where he stood.
    “Don‟t move, boy.”
    Angel stood completely still and utterly at peace, waiting and trusting. Daddy
    had saved his life. Daddy had come to rescue him. Daddy would never hurt him, but
    only give him pleasure, both bearable and sometimes unbearable. Either way, he
    wanted to experience it.
    Unable to see, his acute hearing slightly muffled by the close-fitting leather
    over his ears, Angel knew Daddy had moved away from him, though he heard

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    nothing. Daddy could walk making no noise at all. In shoes or barefoot, he was as
    silent as a ghost.
    An indescribable emptiness settled over him when Daddy was not beside him.
    When he returned on silent feet, Angel knew at once he was there. He felt
    something cool against his neck, along with Daddy‟s warm hands. A collar was
    being fitted and buckled in place.
    Angel‟s breathing increased its pace. He was not afraid, but he could see
    nothing and had no idea what was coming next. The anticipation and the tension it
    created were so stimulating that all his senses were on alert. His cock rose. His
    mouth became dry, and he licked his lips.
    Again Daddy was gone. Like a blind person, Angel stretched his hands out in
    front and felt the air. He almost laughed when his wrist was grasped.
    “I‟m back.”
    “Daddy,” he whispered.
    He moaned when Daddy‟s strong hand grasped his cock and balls and gently
    pulled downward. A ring of metallic coldness encircled him, trapping his cock and
    balls below it. The cold metal cock ring settled into place, squeezing his parts firmly,
    its upper edge pressing into his flesh. Angel tilted his head back, sighing with
    pleasure.
    Anticipation and a slight but very pleasurable fear set his heart beating faster.
    “I‟m going to take you for a little walk on a leash now.”
    “Yes, Daddy.”
    In an instant, before he could think or know what was happening, a leash was
    clicked into place and Angel was tugged forward. The leash was not attached to the
    collar on his neck as he had expected, but to an O-ring on the cock ring. “Surprise!”
    Daddy said, tugging him forward. Angel had no choice but to follow. The cock ring
    was so snug around his cock and balls that had he not walked when he was led, the
    pain would have been excruciating.
    Angel walked, led by his cock and balls. The first few steps he took were
    tentative, his hands out in front, feeling the way. But still he walked like a dancer,
    leading with his toes, his breath coming faster. The experience was both
    disorienting and very arousing.
    “Daddy, please speak to me.” The words tumbled out, and he almost regretted
    them, afraid he had shown weakness when he wanted to be strong. But when
    Daddy replied, the understanding in his tone brought tears pricking Angel‟s eyes.
    “You‟re safe, sweetheart. Daddy will keep you safe. Walk proud. Hands behind
    your back.”
    Angel obeyed, clasping his hands at his tailbone, but even as he spoke, Daddy
    increased his pace, forcing Angel to walk faster and faster until he ran lightly on
    the balls of his feet. The more he ran, the more he trusted. Daddy would not let him
    trip and fall. Round and round the dungeon they went for long minutes.

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    At last Daddy said, “Slow down, boy.”
    With relief he slowed down and came to a stop, panting, his face and neck hot,
    wondering if he had looked elegant while running or awkward, which he would
    hate. Warm hands gripped his cock and balls as the leash was unfastened. “There.
    You did well.” Daddy removed the collar from his neck.
    Standing still, sweat cooling on his body, he felt Daddy‟s warm hands flatten
    against his chest, and his strong fingers