Angel and the Assassin

took
    Angel around the waist with both his big hands and lifted him over his lap. He did
    not imprison his legs as he had the first time, but allowed them to fall freely into a
    comfortable position.
    Angel looked over his shoulder at Kael. “Daddy, this is not an ass whipping, is
    it, for lying?”
    “No, I have forgiven you for that. This is for pleasure—my pleasure—and if
    you enjoy it, that‟s a bonus. Put your hands behind your back, at your tailbone.”
    Angel obeyed. Kael knew the position rendered the slave yet more helpless and
    added to their enjoyment. It certainly added to his.
    “Daddy, what if I start to come again?”
    “You‟ll definitely come when I spank you,” Kael said seriously. He couldn‟t
    expect too much of an inexperienced boy. “It‟s all right. We are just beginning your
    training. You have a long way to go.”
    He raised his hand and watched as Angel‟s buttocks clenched in anticipation.
    He looked at the boy. “Stop worrying and enjoy. Give yourself to me, just like you
    did when you were lying in the sling. Be wide open and ready to receive.”
    Angel obeyed, and Kael brought his hand down gently and began a deep
    massage of the sweet, round buttocks. Using all his strong fingers, he kneaded and
    massaged until the boy visibly calmed. Only then did he deliver a light slap. Angel
    issued a long sigh, and Kael could feel the boy‟s erection start to push against his
    leg. All the tension left Angel‟s body, and he lay completely limp and receptive,
    waiting for more. “Daddy. I‟m yours,” he said on a breath.
    Again Kael rubbed and then slapped the buttocks, increasing the intensity
    very slightly. He rubbed and slapped alternately for long minutes, and with each
    spank he increased the heaviness of his hand. Only when he knew Angel was

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    extremely aroused and his own cock bulged against the zipper of his jeans, did he
    let loose and begin to spank in earnest. Angel‟s buttocks went from pale cream to
    pink to scarlet beneath his hand as he worked. With one hand he held Angel‟s
    waist, securing him in place; the other worked furiously, belaboring the boy‟s arse.
    For a long time Angel lay completely relaxed, panting hard but unmoving.
    Kael watched him carefully for signs that his body was beginning to tense. There it
    was. The long, slender legs tightened and stretched straight out.
    Angel‟s beautiful straight shoulders began to rise as he arched his back. The
    sound that came from deep in his chest was no longer just panting, but a deep, long
    moan that seemed to emanate from his pelvis and work its way up and out of his
    open mouth. Kael continued to spank in great even, hard slaps, his big hand
    spreading out the pressure and the pain. Focusing only on the buttocks, he spanked
    in a circle, making sure he covered the entire backside.
    Angel‟s legs began to twitch and jerk in spasms, his whole body wracked with
    a combination of pain and pleasure. The cry that finally erupted from him,
    simultaneously with a convulsive jerking of his body, made Kael gush in his jeans at
    the same moment that Angel‟s cum shot from his rigid cock and dripped down
    Kael‟s leg. “Daddy, Daddy,” he cried over and over.
    As the orgasm subsided, Angel‟s body collapsed as if it had metamorphosed
    from glass to jelly.
    Kael flopped panting against the back of the couch, his hand still rubbing the
    boy‟s backside. “Good boy, good boy,” he said over and over. Angel slid to his knees,
    lowered his head, and wrapped his arms around Kael ankles, kissing his boots
    fervently. Kael watched him with the beginnings of love blossoming in his heart. A
    love he had thought himself incapable of feeling. Of all the slaves who had kissed
    his boots, none had touched his heart.
    “Come to Daddy, Angel.” He opened his arms.
    Angel climbed up onto Kael‟s lap, straddling him. He rested his head against
    Kael‟s chest, looking completely exhausted. “Daddy thank you, thank you.” Little
    shudders continued to flow through him, and he panted, “Thank you, Daddy.”
    Rubbing his back, Kael said in a low voice, “Daddy‟s sweetheart, you‟ve been
    through so much in the last few days. Look how brave you are. You make me want
    to keep you and own you forever.”
    Kael could hardly believe such words came out of his mouth, that his brain had
    formed these thoughts. The most he had ever said to a slave who had shown
    courage and fortitude under pain was, “