Angel and the Assassin

and you‟re worried about what‟s
    legal?” Angel looked genuinely confused.
    “Just because I killed an arms dealer doesn‟t mean I‟d have sex with an
    underage twink.”
    “I‟m twenty,” Angel said. “I‟m still growing. I hope I‟ll reach six foot.”
    “Good.” Kael looked at the next magazine. “ Daddy Magazine .” A mature, bare-
    chested man on the cover smiled at him.
    “That‟s what I want,” Angel whispered. “I want a daddy.”
    “Are you obedient?” Kael put the magazines back under the bed. He already
    knew the answer.
    “Yes,” Angel said at once.
    “Say yes, Sir.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Do you trust me, boy?” He looked into Angel‟s face, thinking how appropriate
    his name was.
    “Yes, Daddy.”
    “I didn‟t say you could call me Daddy,” Kael said. “I‟m not into the daddy thing.
    I‟m a master. I expect obedience, instant obedience.”
    “I am obedient, Sir,” Angel said. “And I trust you.”
    “In that case…” Kael pulled the rumpled duvet off the bed and tossed it onto
    the floor. He pointed at the bed. “Up on your hands and knees.”
    Angel scampered over and leaped up onto the messy sheets. Standing beside
    the bed, Kael laughed at his enthusiasm. “A moment ago you were terrified of me.”
    On his knees on the bed, Angel wrapped his arms around Kael‟s waist. “You
    said you wouldn‟t hurt me, didn‟t you, Sir?”
    You just saw me kill a man, and after this I’ll have to kill you.

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    Fyn Alexander

    He hugged Angel tightly. It couldn‟t do any harm to be the boy‟s daddy for a
    little while. “All right, you can call me Daddy. Come on, down on your hands and
    knees for Daddy. I want my cock up your arse.”
    Angel released him and obeyed. Turning round, he got on all fours, his feet
    hanging off the edge of the bed, knees wide, backside sticking out, and braced
    himself. Kael gripped the firm buttocks in both hands, spreading them wide. He
    poked his finger at the dry anus. “Have you got a tube of KY and a condom?”
    “In the drawer.” Angel pointed at the bedside table. “Should I get it, Daddy?”
    “Stay put.”
    Kael opened the drawer and grabbed the perfect, new tube of KY. He took the
    lid off to find the foil seal still in place. The box of Trojans was new as well; all
    twenty were still there. “Large. You got my size. Were you expecting me, or were
    you just hopeful?” A flat silver tin drew Kael‟s attention, and he picked it up.
    “Daddy, don‟t take the lid off.”
    The urgency in Angel‟s voice made Kael stop. “What is it?”
    Angel laughed. “It‟s itching powder. I put it in Sven‟s underwear drawer every
    couple of weeks.”
    “Very mature.” Kael tossed it back into the drawer and returned to the boy and
    looked at his anus, clenching and releasing involuntarily. He was a virgin, and he
    was nervous about being fucked. “Have you done this before, boy?”
    “Yes, Daddy,” he said without looking at Kael.
    “Really?”
    “Yes, Daddy.”
    “Do you want me to be gentle with you?” Kael asked very quietly.
    “No, Daddy. I‟m good with whatever you want.”
    The KY oozed in a glistening stream onto Kael‟s fingers. He looked at the boy‟s
    quivering buttocks and pressed his thumb down on the tube again until he had a
    dollop the size of a £2 coin in his hand. Tossing the tube onto the bed, he slapped
    the cool gel against Angel‟s anus. The boy released a deep, low moan as Kael pushed
    his first two fingers into the tight hole. He turned his fingers in a circle, massaging
    the muscle with long, slow movements, loosening it slowly. Angel dropped his
    forehead to the mattress, moaning into the sheet.
    “Get your head up,” Kael ordered. “Look at me.”
    Angel obeyed at once, looking over his shoulder at Kael, his cheeks very pink
    now, his eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. Kael wanted to see the boy‟s
    face to gauge his reactions.
    With Angel‟s eyes looking into his, he drew his fingers out and then pushed all
    four fingers slowly up Angel‟s arse. The boy opened his mouth in a perfect O. A
    sound erupted from deep in his throat that was both soft and high-pitched like an
    operatic note held for longer than a breath.

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    Kael looked from the boy‟s lovely face to his arsehole. Angel tightened his anus
    around Kael‟s fingers, but Kael would go in no farther, even though fisting was one
    of his favorite pastimes. An entire fist would be too much