Angel and the Assassin

led him across the room, directing him to sit on the toilet.
    Blindfolded, Angel felt less inhibited than the last time and released a long breath,
    letting his bowels open. When he was finished, he reached behind to flush the toilet.
    “Stand up.”
    “Daddy, I need to clean my butt.”
    “You‟re getting in the shower.”

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    Daddy grasped him firmly by the upper arm, directing him, still hooded, into
    the shower. Angel heard the showerhead being lifted down from its hook. Steaming
    water began to rush over his legs, and he felt Daddy‟s hand, slick with soap,
    washing his backside. The combination of the warm throbbing pain in his nipples,
    the hot water, and Daddy‟s hand sliding over his buttocks and thighs made his cock
    harden painfully under the restraint of the cock ring. With one arm leaning high on
    the shower wall for support, Angel pressed his forehead into his arm, his legs
    spread, buttocks jutting out, letting the water and all the overwhelming sensations
    wash over him.
    Daddy parted Angel‟s buttocks and slid two fingers up his rectum, the soap
    making the entry effortless. Twisting his finger around in a circle, he scoured
    Angel‟s rectum. “This will make you nice and clean, boy.”
    Daddy pulled his fingers out and turned off the water. “Stand still in the
    shower and wait.”
    Hooded, his body wracked with sensation, every inch of his skin tingling with
    heat and pain, Angel waited for Daddy‟s instruction and direction. This was where
    he wanted to be. This was the life he wanted. Being controlled, loved, swept up in
    the love and service of a man he admired and respected.
    He is everything to me, and everything he does to me is good.
    Again his buttocks were spread wide, and a nozzle inserted into his anus. “Is it
    an enema, Daddy?” Angel felt utterly at peace with anything Daddy wanted.
    “No, just a bulb douche full of warm water. You should be empty. This will
    rinse you out.” Daddy squeezed hard, sending a shot of warm water up Angel‟s
    rectum. It was no more intrusive than a shot of cum but less emotionally satisfying.
    The nozzle slid out, and the water poured out after it. The shower was turned on
    again, rinsing his legs. “Good boy, you‟re done. Take my hand and step out onto the
    towel.”
    Angel grasped Daddy‟s hand and held on as if he would never let go. “Daddy,
    hug me,” he said on a sob. He wasn‟t crying; he was filled with an overwhelming
    sense of being loved and owned. Daddy pulled him against his body in a very tight
    embrace, rubbing his back and buttocks roughly. “Are you feeling upset, boy?”
    Daddy‟s voice was gentle.
    “No, Sir. I‟m yours to do what you want with. I want everything you want to do
    to me, Daddy.”
    Daddy kissed the top of his head. “I want to fuck your arse. I want you on the
    spanking horse so I can fuck you hard.”
    “Yes, Daddy, but can I look at my nipples? I want to see how they look.”
    “Yes, you can, sweetheart.” Angel allowed himself to be led by the hand across
    the room. “Close your eyes, boy.”
    Angel closed his eyes against the light as the hood was peeled like a second
    skin from his face and up off his head. “Open your eyes slowly; the light is turned
    dim but still bright enough to see by.”

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    The image reflected back at Angel made him sigh with pleasure. Naked, his
    skin pink and rosy from the hot water, his face flushed, he looked into his own eyes,
    wide and bright with excitement. Scanning his image downward, his nipples stood
    out, red and swollen with a silver bar stuck through each, and on the ends of the
    tiny silver bars were little red jewels. “They‟re beautiful, Daddy!”
    “I bought those studs for you a few weeks ago. I‟ve been planning to do this for
    a while. How do they feel?”
    “Like they‟re on fire, Sir.”
    A smile transformed the raw emotion he had been feeling. The nipple rings
    made his long, slender body look exotic. His eyes traveled lower to the steel cock
    ring. “Owned,” he whispered. “I‟m yours, Daddy.” Beside him Daddy stood, towering
    over him. “Daddy, this is the life I dreamed of.”
    “Did your dream include cleaning and cooking?”
    “Yes, Sir.” Angel‟s expression became very serious. “Service is in the details. I
    may have read that somewhere, I don‟t know, but I agree with it. It‟s in all the
    everyday little things a boy does for his daddy or master—the boot