Angel and the Assassin

us.” Sir smiled. “But I‟ll push
    your limits.”
    “Your eyes crinkle when you smile, Sir. You do look a bit scary, but your smile
    is kind and sexy.”
    Sir laughed. “That‟s how I fool people.”
    “You‟re scary when you get angry though.”
    “Don‟t make me angry then.” He pointed at the waist-high fridge beside the
    couch. “Fetch two bottles of water.”
    Angel obeyed, hoping he would find some snacks in the fridge, but there was
    nothing but the water. He brought a bottle to Sir and opened the other for himself.
    “Sir, I‟m hungry.”
    “You can wait. Waiting will make a man of you. Drink some water. You‟re
    going to be sweating soon; you need to hydrate yourself. I am going to teach you to
    suck a cock. You can eat my cum.” He chuckled. “It‟s full of protein.”
    Angel drank, watching as Sir fetched a low, leather-topped stool that looked
    like a toilet seat on legs, and set it down. “This is a rimming stool, but it‟s good for
    cock sucking too.” He sat down on it, his thighs wide apart, and pointed at the floor
    between them. “Get on your hands and knees, boy.”
    Angel obeyed without question. He wanted desperately to learn how to please
    a man. More than anything he wanted to please this particular man, who both
    frightened and fascinated him. On his hands and knees, he waited for instructions,
    looking up expectantly into the beautiful blue eyes.
    “Take my cock in your mouth.”
    Angel reached out to grasp the thick cock, already stiff and jutting out.
    “I didn‟t say touch it!” Angel flinched. “Keep your hands and knees firmly on
    the floor.”
    “Sorry, Sir.” Angel edged forward and, with his lips, reached for Sir‟s cock.
    Between his thighs, his own cock, which had been growing hard, fell limp at Sir‟s
    raised voice.
    “I‟ll help you.” Sir lifted his cock. Angel opened his mouth wide and felt the
    long, smooth length of flesh fill his mouth. When he thought his mouth was full and
    tried to begin sucking, Sir grabbed the back of Angel‟s head, pulling it forward and
    pushing his cock in farther until the tip bumped against the back of Angel‟s throat,
    cutting off his air.
    Panicked and thinking he was about to choke, Angel struggled to maintain his
    position, his fingers curling, clawing at the hardwood floor beneath them. His back

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    rounded up like a cat when it‟s afraid or angry. He wanted to bring up his hands to
    push the cock out of his mouth, but he didn‟t dare.
    Slowly Sir drew back, sliding his cock out, allowing Angel to take a long
    breath. “Good boy,” he said. “Good boy.”
    Angel looked up at him with utter gratitude at his approval.
    “Now start again.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    This time Angel was ready. Opening his mouth wide, he took the cock inside,
    drawing it in deep against his throat, sucking and sucking. The long, thick shaft
    was smooth against his tongue. It tasted clean and slightly salty when the precum
    began to ooze out.
    Sir moaned from deep in his chest, making Angel want to look up into his face
    to see the effect he was having. But the only thing he could see was the dark blond,
    curly pubic hair in front of his eyes and the flat, muscled belly above it. For a long
    time he sucked, until his jaw began to ache and he marveled at Sir‟s ability to hold
    back his climax.
    Without his being aware of the moment it actually happened, his reality
    became the hardness of the floor beneath his hands and knees and the bright light
    overhead, which he wished could be turned lower. He wanted to close his eyes, but
    he didn‟t want to miss anything. The most important thing in his world became the
    cock filling his mouth and the smell of Sir‟s sweat. All his senses were concentrated
    in his mouth and nose.
    When the gush of warm fluids shot into his throat, he was ready and
    swallowed its warm saltiness with more gratitude than he would have believed
    possible. Sir grabbed the back of his head again, pressing his cock in tighter,
    making it impossible to breathe for several seconds. Angel waited, hoping he had
    pleased him.
    The cock slid out of his mouth. He took a long breath and looked up. Sir‟s eyes
    were half-closed and faraway. His chest gleamed with sweat. Angel began to rise up
    onto his knees. He wanted to press his face into Sir‟s smooth chest, to mouth his
    nipples and wrap his arms around him. When Sir pushed him back down on the
    floor, he knew he should have asked permission