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Good boy, well done .”
    Angel sat up, smiling, his face pink with exertion, and looked into Kael‟s eyes.
    “Daddy, oh my God, I‟ve never had a come like it. It was like the whole universe
    exploded inside me. A spanking is the thing I always wanted most, and after you
    whipped my ass, I thought maybe it wasn‟t all it was cracked up to be, but holy
    cosmic orgasm, that was the best.”

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    “Mmm, you‟ve got a beautiful arse to spank. It fits my hand perfectly.” Kael
    marveled at the lovely naked boy in his lap. “Come on; let‟s go back to bed. I‟m not
    done with you yet. I want to fuck you now.” He stood up, holding Angel, who
    wrapped his legs around Kael‟s waist, allowing himself to be carried.
    In the bedroom Angel began to tidy the bed, smoothing the sheet and fluffing
    the duvet and pillows. Kael watched him as he stripped off his clothes and threw
    them into the wash basket. “Later you can change the bedding. Get into the habit of
    changing it every day. There‟s several clean sets in the airing cupboard.”
    “Are they all white, Daddy?” Angel grinned cheekily.
    “As a matter of fact they are. Come into the bathroom.” They brushed their
    teeth side by side in the matching sinks, and Kael showered quickly. As Angel dried
    Kael‟s chest, he giggled and turned his back to the mirror to admire his scarlet
    buttocks. Kael‟s fingerprints could clearly be seen around the sides.
    “I‟m a slave!” Angel shouted and skipped into the bedroom. “I‟m Daddy‟s boy.”
    Kael followed him in to find him turning down the bed. He lay down, and the boy
    covered him, then sat cross-legged beside him.
    Angel spoke very seriously. “I want to serve you, Daddy. I want to look after
    you. Give me your orders, Sir.”
    “Get a condom from the drawer and put it on my cock.” Angel took a foil packet
    from the bedside table and tore it open. He spent a long time smoothing the thin
    latex over Kael‟s shaft, licking his lips and making slurping sounds while Kael
    laughed. “Come here, boy; I‟ve waited long enough.” Kael opened his arms, and
    Angel fell into them, laughing while Kael rolled on top of him. “Open your legs,
    boy.”
    Angel opened his thighs and wrapped his legs tightly around Kael‟s waist.
    Kael positioned his cock and began to stab at the boy‟s anus, looking down into the
    beautiful silver-gray eyes. The condom was lubricated, and his cock began to slide in
    slowly. When he was in up to the hilt, he rested on his elbows. Angel gazed up at
    him and squeezed the muscles of his rectum hard.
    Kael dropped his head and moaned as the pressure sent thick tendrils of
    pleasure shooting up his cock and into his hard belly.
    “Was that good, Daddy?” Angel asked.
    “Yes.” The word came out in a long breath. Angel squeezed again, a long, slow
    squeeze, building up the pressure by tiny degrees over five seconds or so. “Oh God,
    how do you do that, boy?”
    Kael did not expect an answer nor could he focus on one. The pressure built to
    unbearable heights, then stopped and began to decrease. Kael remained immobile,
    resting on his elbows, his eyes half-closed, the sensation taking over his entire body.
    His mind went elsewhere; he could think of nothing. He could only experience the
    all-encompassing, slowly building orgasm. For what seemed an eternity but was
    probably five minutes at most, Kael remained rigidly in position. Angel‟s legs

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    gripped him like a vise, his hips moving upward when he squeezed and dropping
    slightly as he released the pressure.
    Angel squeezed over and over until a raging orgasm wracked Kael‟s body. The
    moan he released filled the room. He collapsed on top of Angel and rolled onto his
    back, bringing the boy with him onto his belly. Angel rested his head on Kael‟s
    shoulder and sighed. “Was that good, Daddy?” he asked almost smugly. “Did I make
    you happy?”
    “Yes, yes.” Kael could hardly speak. “Where did you learn to do that?”
    “I don‟t know, Daddy. I just figured it out.”
    “Let me rest for a while, and you can do that again. That will make Daddy very
    happy.”

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    Chapter Ten

    Stephen Conran had spent the last couple of days in negotiation with the
    Americans and had found out two things. Angel Button‟s mother, Samantha
    Andresen, knew nothing of her dead husband‟s activities with Bosnian arms
    dealers. And she wanted nothing more to