Angel and the Assassin

polishing, the
    bed making—the attention to the details. Making everything perfect for Daddy so
    his life is easier. That‟s what I want to do for you, Daddy.”
    Daddy pulled him close to his side and kissed the top of his head. “That‟s my
    good boy. Now get your arse over the spanking horse. I want to fuck you.”
    Angel walked quickly toward the leather-topped spanking horse. “How do you
    want me, Sir?”
    Daddy came up behind him and positioned him against the long side of the
    horse, forcing him over it, bent at the waist. “Spread your legs wide. Now keep still.”
    In that position the horse was slightly too high, forcing Angel onto his tiptoes. His
    feet arched high, but they were strong and he felt secure.
    Reaching between his thighs, Daddy grasped the cock ring and pulled hard,
    sliding it off. The edge scraped over Angel‟s taut cock and swollen balls, creating a
    friction that almost made him orgasm. “Oh God, Daddy, that was a close call. I
    almost lost my stuff.”
    Daddy grabbed a tube of KY and squirted the gel between Angel‟s buttocks. He
    slapped them several times, hard enough to sting. Angel let the tension drain from
    his body until he melted against the leather horse, opening himself completely.
    Fuck me, Daddy; fuck me until I see stars.
    Angel waited, all his senses on alert. Now that he could see, he didn‟t want to.
    He closed his eyes against the dim light to focus on the feel and sounds of Daddy
    behind him. Daddy‟s hands flattened over his buttocks, lifting and cupping them.
    His thumbs spread them apart until his anus stretched. The tip of Daddy‟s penis
    bumped against his tight hole, and he sucked in a long breath, flooded with
    excitement, desperate to feel Daddy‟s cock filling him, his weight pressing him
    down. The intense love Angel felt for him cried out for the deepest intimacy
    possible. A flogging, a spanking, the agony of the nipple piercing all brought him

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    closer to Daddy. But being fucked, entered, joined to the man he had come to love
    more deeply than he thought possible was a communion without comparison.
    Daddy‟s cock pushed against his anus, the lubrication making the breach easy,
    the entry slow and controlled but relentless. It went on and on. Angel began to pant.
    His cock hardened and pressed against the leather horse. “Daddy, Daddy.” There
    was a desperate edge to his voice. “Sir, I can‟t hold back.”
    “Come when you want to, boy.”
    The kindness in Daddy‟s voice, the sense of being enfolded in great wings of
    love and protection, together with the intense excitement of the cock in his rectum,
    sent Angel over the edge as soon as the words were out. A surge like an electric
    current soared up his torso, blending with the hot, burning pain in his nipples.
    From his crotch it spread downward like a wave, washing through his thighs and
    buttocks. A stream of cum shot out on a cry that reached the ceiling and echoed
    back to him.
    Angel‟s body jerked, and his legs stretched out longer still, his toes leaving the
    ground, held in place by Daddy‟s hands gripping his hips and the cock impaling his
    ass.
    As his orgasm subsided, Daddy got into his rhythm. Angel‟s long, slender body
    hung limp, used, spent over the spanking horse. His arms dangled. He no longer
    supported his own weight on his toes. He became a vessel to be filled. Even though
    his cock lay soft, a second orgasm began to build slowly. The steady friction deep
    inside his rectum caused a tightening of the skin of his ball sac, and prickly
    gooseflesh erupted over his balls and thighs. He made no movement but lay
    passively being fucked.
    Just as a second, softer, slower orgasm began to spread like seeping warm
    water through his groin, Daddy expended a deep, long cry, then pumped wildly,
    ramming Angel‟s buttocks with his hips, his cock thrusting impossibly deep. The
    gush of hot fluid was so comforting that Angel wanted to cry, and he orgasmed with
    slow, creeping tendrils of fire spreading through his body, burning deep, becoming
    one with Daddy.
    “Daddy, Daddy.” He sounded like a small, lost child. Yet he knew he would
    never be lost again, never be longing for love and acceptance again.
    Little sniffling sobs shook his body. Then he was lifted, cradled in Daddy‟s
    arms, against his chest, held safe and secure. Daddy strode to the leather couch and
    sank down with Angel in his arms. Without knowing why or questioning