Angel and the Assassin

you have had as much as you can take and you
    know you cannot take any more. I always listen to a safe word. But use it very
    sparingly or I lose patience. Don‟t play games with me.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Angel couldn‟t think of one reason why he would want a safe word.
    He was so desperate for experience and to show Sir his worth.
    “Red means stop.” Sir looked into his eyes. “Yellow means slow down. Green
    means you are happy and to keep putting on the pressure. Understood?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Sir quickly walked around the frame, lifting Angel‟s feet up into the loops and
    securing them with buckled straps. He did the same with his hands until Angel lay
    spread-eagled, his cock standing at attention. He allowed the sling and the loops to
    support him completely, letting all the tension dissolve from his body into the
    leather. He lay bound and vulnerable.
    “Close your eyes and take long, slow breaths, boy.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Angel closed his eyes, completely content, utterly trusting. When he sensed Sir
    standing at his head, he opened his eyes to look up and saw a leather hood in Sir‟s
    hands. Panic and fear ripped through his body. He had seen hooded slaves in the
    magazines he had read and on the Net, but had always thought hoods looked
    claustrophobic and scary.
    His eyes widened in horror. “Sir, no!”
    “Calm down,” Sir ordered. “Don‟t you trust me?”
    “Yes, Sir, but I don‟t want a hood.”
    “I am in charge, not you, boy. You‟re going to wear a hood.”

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    “No, no, really, please. I can‟t. Red!” His words came out as a high-pitched
    keening. Frantically, Angel began to pull at the restraints holding his wrists and
    ankles, trying vainly to free himself, but the more he pulled, the tighter the
    restraints drew.
    “Stop it!” Sir said firmly but calmly. “You‟re going to hurt yourself.”
    Overtaken with fear and unable to focus on the words, Angel continued to drag
    at the restraints, wide-eyed, his heart thudding against his ribs. But there was no
    escape. Sir walked around the frame and stood beside him, watching him. Angel
    began to scream unrestrainedly until his face was scarlet. When he calmed down
    long enough to focus, he saw Sir kneeling beside him, one hand on his head, the
    other rubbing his belly soothingly. Slowly his panic subsided. He felt cradled in Sir‟s
    hands just as if Sir, and not the sling, held him.
    “Look at me, Angel.” His voice was so calm, Angel floated on a gentle wave of
    sound. He looked into the beautiful blue eyes and felt drawn into his soul.
    “Listen carefully. I want you to wear a hood, but it doesn‟t have to be this one.
    I‟ve got another one that won‟t cover your mouth and nose. Stay very still, and I‟ll
    get it.”
    A shuddering sob shook Angel‟s body, but he was considerably calmer. His
    erection had softened in his panic, and he was no longer aroused but merely
    thoroughly ashamed to have disappointed Sir.
    Sir returned, holding up a hood. “Look at this. Nice soft leather.” He rubbed it
    against Angel‟s cheeks. It felt like butter. “Smell it.” The scent alone was very
    arousing. “It pulls over the head and covers the eyes and ears, but has an opening
    for your mouth and nose. It‟s really more of a blindfold than a hood. It doesn‟t fasten
    at the neck like most hoods. It‟s easy to pull on and off.”
    Angel sniffed at the leather. “Yes, I see that, Sir.” It was much less frightening
    than the first hood. Sir held it up on his fist to demonstrate. Angel looked at it, his
    throat tight and sore.
    “While we are in my dungeon, you can call me Daddy,” Sir said softly.
    “Thank you, Daddy.” He felt instantly better and very grateful. Sir was formal,
    Master was scary, but Daddy? Daddy was strong and kind and protective.
    “Listen and I‟ll tell you why Daddy wants you to wear this.”
    “Yes, Daddy,” Angel said quietly.
    Angel looked up and saw nothing but kindness and gentleness in the
    handsome face. “This is all new to you.”
    “Yes, Daddy.”
    “So you‟re anxious and distracted. You‟re looking around the dungeon,
    wondering what is going to happen next.” Angel nodded. Daddy was right. “When
    you wear a hood, you can see nothing. So there‟s one distraction eliminated. This
    hood will not completely remove your ability to hear, but it will muffle it. There are
    sounds in the room you don‟t notice most of the time. Me moving around. The